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Behind the Crime

Warren Lipka x f!reader

warnings: smut, unprotected p in v, oral male receiving, dominate warren, underage drinking, underage smoking, use of marijuana, rough sex, hint of choking, talk of robbery, um yeah i think that’s it

summary: from the moment you were brought into the heist, you knew working with warren was going to be hard…

word count: 3.4k

a/n: sorry for not posting guys i have not been on the grind lately. i watched this movie and omfg evan was so attractive i just needed to write. if you’re the real warren lipka just scroll this is about evan…

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You sit back in your chair, the crew members adjusting your mic. You’re starting to regret doing this interview, but it’s too late to back out now. Everything’s already set up, the camera is about to be rolling. The interviewer is sitting a few feet away from you, notes in his hand. He waits for you to give him the signal that you’re ready. You nod, he begins.

“So, y/n, how did you become involved with the group?” He asks.

“I was first approached by Spencer when I was eating lunch outside one day...”

~~~

You were sitting alone, the cool fall breeze almost too cold to be comforting. You didn’t pay much mind to it though, you were more focussed on your studying. You were flipping through the pages of another history article when suddenly there was a presence beside you. Looking up at them as soon as you noticed, you recognized the boy as someone from your class.

“Can I help you?” You asked, your tone polite.

He looked nervous as if he were about to ask you out. “Hi, uh, I don’t know if you remember my name, I’m Spencer we have Art History together.”

“Oh, yeah, I’ve seen you,” you replied. “Do you need help with the homework or something?”

“No, I actually wanted to talk to you about something else, if you’re not busy or anything,” he said, his voice quiet.

You look away for a second before replying. “Sure, sit down if you want I’m not busy.”

He smiled at you before quickly sitting at the spot across from you. He put his bag on the table, you could see him take a deep breath. Was he really going to ask you out? You thought he was cute, but definitely not your type. You started to pray he wouldn’t say anything along those lines.

“I started to ask around a week or two ago about people who are good with computers and stuff, a lot of people told me you were the best person to go to,” he started. He lacked confidence in his voice, you felt bad for the poor guy but paid close attention to his words. “I need some... help with cameras.”

“What kind of cameras?” You asked, intrigued.

What he was saying was true, you were decently good with computers. You mostly would hack into places and disable things you didn’t like, like the cameras on the public library computers. It wasn’t anything illegal, at least you didn’t think it was illegal. It probably was, but you didn’t care.

“Just you know cameras in... semipublic places...”

You raised an eyebrow. “Like what kind though? Phone, laptop, desktop, security?”

“Security,” he answered quietly. “But before you say no listen, how does a couple hundred thousand dollars' worth of payment sound?

“What?”

“I won’t tell you the details till I know you’re on board but let's just say something is going down and we need help with the cameras. The pay would be huge and all you’d have to do is just mess with some cameras for like twenty minutes.”

You only stared at him; your mouth slightly hung open. Was he being serious? Was he really asking you to join him in a potential robbery that would pay hundreds of thousands of dollars? You never would’ve expected to be asked such a question on a cloudy Thursday at lunch. You shut your book completely and look around to make sure nobody is close.

“This money, it’s guaranteed?”

He nods. “As long as we get the job done, you’ll have it.”

You knew it was crazy, you knew whatever was going to happen would either result in you going to prison or having to run off into hiding. But the thought of being able to pay all your student loans off and have extra money to live off of was more appealing. Hacking into cameras wasn’t that hard, and it wasn’t going to hurt anyone. Unless it was.

“If you’re trying to get me to make sure a murder or rape isn’t on camera I’ll snitch,” you warned him.

“Oh no, nothing like that is happening at all. It’s just you know a robbery,” he replied, his expression genuine.

You nodded your head, convinced whatever he was asking couldn’t be that bad. “Okay, yeah, I’ll do it.”

~~~

“What was your first impression of the guys?

You smile. “They were really cool, funny, just overall really fun people to hang out with.”

“Do you remember the first time you met all of them?”

“Of course, like it was yesterday...”

~~~

The house you sat in front of didn’t look like a typical criminal's house. It looked like an average American’s family house actually. You were parked out on the road outside the house Spencer told you to go to, you were meeting the rest of the people involved with the robbery. It had been about ten minutes of you sitting out there debating whether or not to go in before you got a text from Spencer asking where you were. You sighed, praying to God this decision was the right one before getting out of your car.

You knocked on the front door with a shaky fist. You started to regret your decision, you thought about turning around and leaving, but the door was opened before you could act on it. An older woman stood in front of you, she looked to be in her 50s.

“Oh, you’re very pretty,” she said, making your cheeks turn red. “You’re here to see Warren, right?”

You had no idea who Warren was, but you nodded. The lady's smile grew, and she opened the door for you and ushered you inside. She directed you to the basement entrance, asking you a million questions you had no answers to. After those few but excruciating painful minutes though, you walked down the basement stairs and finally caught sight of Spencer.

There were three other guys in the room and all of their eyes were on you. Two, along with Spencer, were sitting on a couch. One of them was skinny with glasses, the other muscular with no glasses. They didn’t grasp your attention though. The last guy who was standing did. He had long dark curly hair, and eyes to match. His eyes met yours before you watched them slowly move up and down your body. You didn’t know how to react.

“Guys, this is y/n,” Spencer said, breaking you out of your thoughts.

“Hello, I’m Eric,” the guy with glasses introduced himself.

“Chas,” the muscular guy spoke, not paying much attention to you. “Are you sure this was a good idea, Spence? How much do we really know about this chick? No offense.”

“Shut up, we agreed,” Spencer hissed. He waved you over and you complied, walking to the couch and sitting on the end beside him.

The standing guy took a step forward and held out his hand to you. You looked up at him before accepting his handshake. His hand was rough, you liked the feeling of it in yours. “I’m Warren and you are our cameraman or woman I guess.”

You laughed. “I guess.”

“How much has Spencer told you?” Warren asked after letting go of your hand and stepping back. It was then you noticed the maps on the wall with drawings all over them, the layout looked familiar.

“Just that I need to hack some cameras and that it’ll pay me a lot,” you answered. “I don’t even know what you guys are stealing.”

“Well y/n, I’m sure you’ve been to your own school's library right?”

You nodded.

“Have you ever taken a tour of the library’s rare book collection?”

You nodded again.

Warren smirked. “Then you know exactly what we’re stealing.”

Your face fell and you immediately looked at Spencer and the rest of the guys. “Are you serious? You guys want to steal historic books?”

“I told you this was a bad idea,” Chas mumbled from his chair.

“Shut up Chas,” Warren quickly snapped. He looked back at you, his dark eyes engulfing yours completely. “We’ve been planning this out for months, and you are the last piece to our puzzle y/n. Think about how much you’ll be earning.”

You didn’t say anything. Maybe it was a bad idea.

~~~

“Chas eventually stopped being cold to me, I actually think in the end he became my closest friend in the group,” you say, finishing your story.

The interviewer gives you a look. “Well, besides Warren right?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” you reply, a confused look on your face.

“I have to ask if the stories are true, you know about you and him. The other guys say something changed between the two of you after a party you all attended. I mean, didn’t the police even question if your involvement had a deeper meaning than simply the money?”

You shake your head, giving your best performance. “Me and Warren were only ever best friends, there was never a deeper meaning behind anything.”

~~~

Music was pumping through your body, from the tips of your toes to the top of your head you could feel it. It had been a few weeks since you met the guys, and they all wanted to do something fun before the heist. So, a frat party was naturally the easiest option. That’s where you were now, already two shots and half a joint in. You didn’t know where Spencer, Nick, and Warren were, but Chas was dancing with you.

Though the two of you got off on the wrong foot, you and Chas quickly learned how well you get along. He was a good friend, all of the guys were. You liked how easily they could make you laugh and brighten your mood. They were all good people who you enjoyed being around.

Warren was the only one that you felt different for. You didn’t know why, but from the first day you met you knew your feelings for him would be different than the other three. The way he looked at you alone was completely different than the others. There was always something darker in his eyes, something you knew wasn’t supposed to be there for simply a friend. Every time the two of you looked at each other, your stomach filled with butterflies. You wanted it too. But in those first few weeks, nothing had happened. No matter how much either of you wanted it.

After some minutes of you and Chas dancing, Warren and Spencer appeared. They asked if the two of you wanted to go out and smoke, you both agreed and followed them outside the back. Not too many people were in the backyard, but there were enough for there to be a bonfire going. The four of you found an empty spot near the fire and sat down. Warren took out a joint and lit it before passing it around.

“Where’s Nick?” You asked after taking a hit.

Spencer shrugged. “Probably with the weird kids doing weird stuff.”

“He’s not that weird,” Chas replied. “He’s just awkward.”

You watched as Warren took another long hit of the joint. Because of the weed and alcohol, you found yourself even more attracted to him than when you were sober. You wanted so desperately to run your fingers through his hair, you wanted to hear his voice as you touched him. He suddenly met your gaze, his lips curled up into a mesmerizing smile. You wanted to kiss him. It was too much for you to handle.

You swallowed and stood up, brushing the dirt off your shorts. “I need to um use the bathroom.”

You didn’t wait for any of their replies. Instead, you rushed back into the house straight to the kitchen. You poured yourself a shot, downing it before giving it a second thought. You needed these feelings to go away. How were you supposed to work with Warren if you couldn’t even look at him without thinking about having sex with him? It made you feel awful. A hookup couldn’t be the reason the robbery went bad, you refused to let that happen.

After another shot, you started to forget about your feelings. In fact, you started to forget about Warren completely. All you felt was the burning sensation of the alcohol in your stomach and chest, it felt good. You stumbled out of the kitchen and into the hallway, grabbing the railings of the staircase for support. Suddenly, you felt a presence next to you, their hand on your back.

“Y/N, are you good?” It was Warren.

You turned your head and looked at him, God how could he look even better? “No- I’m not okay.”

“You’re wasted, you need some water,” he said. He moved his hand around your waist and pulled you up straight. You felt like you were on fire. “Come on, back to the kitchen.”

“Why are you here? I just- I just wanna forget about you,” you mumbled.

He started helping you walk back to the kitchen. “What? Why would you want to forget about me?”

“Because... I want you but I can’t have you. I thought you- felt the same that’s why it’s been so hard to resist,” you spoke, stumbling over your words. “I can’t look at you without thinking about you fucking me.”

Even in your drunken state, you could still see the cockiness on Warren’s face. He lifted you up onto the kitchen counter effortlessly before turning and getting you a cup of water. You leaned your head back against one of the cabinets, your head was spinning. You couldn’t think straight.

“Drink,” Warren’s voice filled your ears.

You lifted your head and grabbed the solo cup from his hand, downing the water faster than ever. When you finished, you threw the cup to the floor, your eyes meeting Warren’s once again. He was standing close enough that if you reached, you could touch him.

Perhaps it was because of the alcohol, or perhaps it was because of how long you’d felt the tension between you two, that gave you the courage to gently place your hand on the top of his head. His hair was soft, just like you’d expected it to be. You smiled and played with his curls. He didn’t object, you were glad. You needed this.

“Do you want me?” You asked, your voice barely audible against the loud music.

“What do you think?”

You shrugged. “I thought so, but I could always be wrong.”

“Maybe I should make it clearer,” he said. He grabbed your wrist and pulled your hand off his head before stepping closer to you. “If this house wasn’t crowded, I’d fuck you right here, right now.”

Your heart was racing, your cheeks bright red. You couldn’t believe this was happening. Warren was still holding your wrist, it sent electric shocks throughout your body. His eyes began to shift from your eyes to your lips and so on. You swallowed; a lump had formed in your throat.

“There’s probably an empty room somewhere,” you mentioned. “You could take me to one of them and show me you mean what you say.”

Warren raised an eyebrow. “I don’t know, you’re pretty drunk.”

“I’m not- I swear. I consent, I’ll remember all of this in the morning,” you replied quickly.

“All right.”

Before you could say anything else, Warren scooped you into his arms and began to carry you through the house. You didn’t know whether to pretend you were drunk so it wouldn’t look suspicious or stay awake to also not make it look suspicious. You chose to stay awake and within minutes you and Warren were alone in a bedroom, your lips connected.

The kiss was fast and rough, everything you expected from him. His arms were wrapped around your waist, he towered over you. You wasted no time, immediately kicking off your shoes and pushing Warren back until he fell onto the bed. He pulled you on top of him, guiding your hips in slow motions over his clothed erection. You felt like you were on fire, you needed more.

You broke this kiss and leaned back so you were straddling him. You pulled off your shirt and bra, Warren followed your actions. Once your eyes fell upon his toned abdomen, you audibly moaned. You quickly leaned down again and kissed his chest, beginning a trail down his body. Each breath that left his mouth made your pussy drip even more. And when you reached his navel, his breaths turned into soft whispers.

“Keep going.”

“Please.”

“I’ll do anything.”

When you no longer had any skin left to kiss you looked back up at him, his eyes were already on you. He got your signal and instantly pulled his shorts and boxers off, leaving him completely naked. You weren’t surprised at his size; you had a feeling he’d be big. You started off by slowly stroking him with your hand, the expressions on his face already enough to make you cum.

After a minute or so of that, you bent down and pressed a small kiss to his tip. You loved the way his leg twitched. It made you proud. So, you took him into your mouth. He gasped, one of his hands finding its way to the back of your head. He didn’t push you; he only twirled your hair back into a ponytail-like style and gripped it tight. You moved your head up and down, taking as much of him in your mouth as you could. You were never a fan of giving head to guys, but with Warren, it was a different story.

Not much time passed before Warren pushed you gently, telling you he wasn’t going to last much longer. You didn’t care, you wanted him to finish in your mouth. But he told you he wanted to have sex, so you stopped. You peeled off your shorts and underwear before you climbed back onto him. His naked body against yours felt unreal, you were almost convinced this was all part of your drunken imagination.

However, when Warren pulled your head down and began to kiss your lips again, you knew it had to be real. His hands gripped your ass, kneading and playing with your skin. You positioned his tip at your entrance, you were so wet you didn’t need any lube. You broke the kiss and looked into his eyes, you wanted to know it was okay. He gave you a nod and so you began to push yourself down on him.

He filled you well, just the perfect amount. You had thrown your head back, a moan escaping your lips. You hadn’t had sex in months, and this was the perfect way to break that streak. You started to move your body forward and backward while simultaneously going up and down. Warren’s grip on your ass tightened with each movement you made.

“Fuck baby,” he moaned. “You do it so well.”

Your confidence was boosted; you began to move faster. This only lasted a few minutes though, much to your dismay. You weren’t too athletic; you didn’t have good stamina. Warren noticed this, and without saying anything he flipped your bodies. Once on top of you, he began violent thrusts. You almost screamed from the pleasure; you’d never felt anything remotely close to it in your life. He hit your cervix each time, it made your back arch off the mattress and your nails dig into his back.

“Warren,” you whimpered. “Oh, fuck Warren.”

One of his hands wrapped around your neck. He didn’t squeeze, he just rested it there. You felt the knot in your stomach form at this. It felt so good to be dominated by him. It had been your dream for weeks, and it had finally come true. You closed your eyes and let the feeling of Warren fucking you fill your senses.

When you came, you practically screamed his name. You swore you could see stars. You’d never experienced an orgasm so hard in your life. Warren came a few seconds after you, you felt his dick pulsing inside you. He collapsed on you. You didn’t care about how his weight crushed you, you still held him as the two of you began to come down from your highs.

~~~

As the crew packs up, you remain in your chair, staring blankly out one of your windows. The interviewer is still across from you, but you don’t notice until he speaks.

“Just tell me one thing, off the record,” he says, grabbing your attention. “Did you love him?”

A small smile grows on your lips. “With all my heart.”

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henneseyhoe · 11 months

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I JUST READ THE MELO SMUT🥵🥵so good can you do another one we’re he’s obsessed with the reader like he’s always posting her and showing her love or even like him being overly obsessed and a little dark

CLOSER.

Lamelo x BLACK!FEM!reader.

WARNINGS:!!SLIGHT CNC!!, daddy kink, stalking, mentions of blood and death, k!dnapping, mentions of mental health, kn!fe play(kinda), breeding if you squint, crying(as always), reader is a tad bit delusional, no protection(wrap it before you tap it)

Ps. I feel like being a perfectionist and overthinking fucked this up for me but I can’t keep holding this damn request hostage 😩 so I hope you still enjoy this, it’s LONG lmfao.

Pss. I thought I lost this request, whole time I just had to scroll down LMFAOOO

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“Damn, girl. This like the fiftieth love note you’ve gotten this month!” Karina exclaims, looking down at the stack of notes on Y/Ns counter, the girl adding one more from today into the pile. Truthfully, Karina had been sick of seeing them, disgusted by the amount she got weekly. “Girl, stop! It’s not…maybe fortieth” Karina makes a face, side eyeing Y/N with slight scornful expression. She was more than weirded out at the creepy gestures not moving her friend even a bit. Karina on the other hand, got goosebumps even looking at the letters. They were creepy to her, and every time she read one about this mysterious person confessing their love to her bestfriend, she grew more concerned for her wellbeing. “Like that makes a difference, Y/N. You don’t find this shit kinda..weird?” Y/N shrugs, not seeing the point in looking deeper than the notes themselves. A part inside of her liked the attention she got.

“No, not really. It’s kinda sweet!”

“Sweet?! this man, woman, thing, whatever the fuck! Has been writing to you for almost five months now and has not shown their face. You don’t think that’s creepy?”

“I dunno. Maybe they shy, Karina”

“Nuh-uh. I don’t trust it, I don’t like it. What if it’s your ex?” Y/N laughs, taking her jacket off and setting it on a coat hanger in her closet before heading to her kitchen to prepare a meal, Karina following closely behind her to continue her scolding.

“You are so dramatic, you know that? Me and Jason haven’t talked in so long, I doubt it. I haven’t even seen the nigga around”

“So? Nothing about me is dramatic, I’m telling you the truth. That’s more than a secret admirer, that’s a stalker”

Y/N shrugged her off, laughing once again, and further annoying Karina with her lack of urgency to get down to the bottom of the situation at hand. “Stalker? What is this, a lifetime movie?”

“No, it’s real life. that’s why I need you to stay ready for whatever, especially with that creepy ass message your ex sent you after your breakup”

Little did she know, her friend was right all along. It wasn’t her ex, but someone who was far more demented and delusional. Lamelo had been sending eerily specific love letters to Y/N’s house for months, but had been watching her for well over a year now. Almost as soon as he saw her, his last obsession became a buried memory, Y/N now being in the forefront of his mind and sticking there like double sided tape to itself. After some time, he knew her from top to bottom, back to front, and soon, inside and out. If it was up to him, she would have always been his, but he wasn’t the best with approaching women of Y/N’s caliber. She was smart, a college student studying computer science, and none of his silly mind games that’d usually trip up other girls he was interested in would work on her. He had to up his game, and so, he set his plan in motion until he got her in the right place to sink his teeth into her.

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“Be safe, okay?”

“Yes, Karina! I won’t get murdered or chopped up over my vacation week, I promise” Y/N joked, but Karina was dead serious, finding no humor in her mess. Y/N’s smile drops, and she becomes serious, mostly so Karina would leave her alone about those ‘silly little notes’. “Okay, I’m sorry. I’ll be safe” she reassured, both the girls finally saying their goodbyes with a loving hug and wave. Closing the door, Y/N sighs. Karina was her bestest friend in the world, but sometimes she could be overbearing. Y/N felt maybe she needed a bit of attention since her recent breakup. She craved it, really. It didn’t matter if the attention was physical or something with a little less contact, Y/N wanted it. But, It wouldn’t go farther than that, she didn’t need a rebound.

Walking into her kitchen where she just finished preparing dinner, she began making herself a plate of spaghetti and freshly toasted bread. The smell of the food made her stomach growl. She knew if she didn’t give Karina a plate of her own before she left, she’d complain that Y/N hogged all that good food to herself. Satisfied with the plate she made, she grabbed her a fork from the dishwasher and sat down at the dining table. Taking a generous amount of pasta on her fork, her mouth watered just as she was about to send her tastebuds to food-heaven.

Then, the doorbell rang.

The girl pauses, praying whoever the hell that was would go away on their own so she could finish eating.

Knock, knock, knock.

Damn. Her lights were on, they knew she was home. She sighs, her fork lowering back down to her plate. Swallowing the saliva that had accumulated in her mouth, she unsticks herself from her comfortable seat, grumpily making her way towards the front door. Oddly, she saw no one through the frosted glass frame placed in the middle of the door, so she was forced to open it up and see what was going on.

“Hello??” She called, aggravated by how she had to leave her hot dinner just to answer the door and be met with silence. Stepping out on her porch a little, her eyes scan her yard, though nothing but darkness surrounded. Shaking her head, Y/N slams the door shut and locks it. “Stupid ass kids knockin’ on my door. One day imma stick my foot up one of they asses” She rants, walking back to her little set up. Feeling happiness again, she takes that lovely bite of food and does a little dance in her seat.

As her eating progresses, she couldn’t help but to notice her vision blurring, creating two of everything around her. Her head began to spin, and her heartbeat could be heard in her ears mid bite. She had lost her appetite completely by now, currently only focusing on not throwing up all over her table.

‘Where’s my phone?’

She could have sworn she had set it right next to her plate, but it was no where to be found now, even in her corrupted vision. Holding her head in her free hand, she gags at the sudden smell that fills her nose. It was a faint smell, but noticeable. sweet smelling, almost. Ironic for the bitter moment. Her brain told her to stand, and she followed suit, but she couldn’t stop the weakening of her knees or how slowed her breathing was getting.

Her body hit the floor with a ‘THUD’, her limbs feeling completely weighted down, and her consciousness slipping from her as she laid on the cold tiled floor, unable to move.

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There she was. Finally where Lamelo wanted her to be. He was so jittery and giddy about his successes that he could scream, but he held off on that till he was alone. His letters, fake pages, dms, and Instagram likes had finally paid off. He had her all to himself, and finally, no one was in his way. Not her colleagues, not Karina, not even her ‘crazy ass’ ex. He had gotten rid of him as soon as tension rose in their relationship. Jason hadn’t seen REAL crazy till he met Lamelo, and he made sure he knew that before his last breath.

The first time Lamelo and Jason interacted was when he witnessed their first relationship fight, which was fairly petty, but Melo didn’t see it that way. He had left a reeeal lengthy note on Jason’s dorm door, describing in step by step detail about how he would gut him like a fish, cut him up into tiny pieces and send every single bit of him off to his ‘helpless whore of a mother’, as Melo described her as. Of course Jason was shaken up, rightfully so. But obviously not shaken up enough to back off.

After not talking to Y/N since the argument, Jason appeared on her porch with that same note, tearing her a new one. He thought Karina was playing jokes on him for arguing with her bestfriend and making her cry. He took his anger out on her, yelled up a storm, and burned up the letter in his hand with his lighter, leaving it on the poor girls porch to stomp out as tears flowed from her glossed brown eyes.

Lamelo took the whole thing as a challenge. Did he really think Karina was on his level of literacy? That note was too well typed for it to be her. So, him being the man he was, made his threats come to fruition. He easily beckoned Jason into close arm reach by teasing him on his campuses basketball court as Jason was doing solo drills. Lucky for Lamelo, he trained at night.

Walking himself into the low lit court, Lamelo began taunting him, which stretched over three whole minutes. Knowing the hot head would react with physical anger, Lamelo kept a guard, and as soon as Jason tried him, Lamelo revealed the bat he held behind his back, swiftly taking a mighty swing at the man’s left leg, hitting right below his knee. Jason couldn’t have possibly seen it coming.

“Right out the park!” Lamelo continued to tease with a wide smile as if blood wasn’t splattered on his shoes. Red spilled from the back of Jason’s knee from his bone completely breaking and stabbing its way through his muscles and skin. You could have heard the snap of the bone and the sound of him hitting the floor echo through the gym, a sound Melo wanted to hear, but Jason’s loud screaming ruined getting the full effect. “I guess this is the part where I run to base” Grabbing the man by his destroyed, bloodied leg, Lamelo drags Jason off of the court as he screams bloody murder.

Lamelo instantly began regretting not bringing anything else to knock him out with without killing him, but every mastermind had slip ups. a shame somebody is gonna hear his screams and probably have nightmares about it now though. Not that Lamelo cared about either parties wellbeing, he just didn’t wanna hear his or anyone else’s mouth.

Then, in Lamelo’s basement face down, Jason continues to cry like a baby while Lamelo took a much needed drink break for the sake of his sanity, or what was left of it.

“How the fuck am I supposed to play ball now!?” Jason heaves suddenly with a quiet sob leaving his dry lips, his coffee colored hands holding his thigh as the blood spilling slowed. “You genuinely thought you were gonna get that far?”

Before Jason had time to attempt to answer, two bullets were already lodged into his skull, one exiting from between his eyebrows and one through his left eye socket.

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His daydreaming was cut short by Y/N mixing in her seat. Her consciousness had finally came back, but confusion quickly filled that space in her mind that was once occupied by unconsciousness. She looks around, not recognizing anything around her. “Look who’s up” Melo leans up from his seat in front of her, peeling off the ghostface mask he wore just for dramatic purposes. Y/N’s eyebrows knit together. “I know whatchu thinking. Where am I? Who are you? I’ll tell you all that later. But, for right now, we’re gonna celebrate” He smiles, and tosses the mask, standing from the couch he sat on.

Walking over to a small bar, he pours an unknown drink into a glass. Y/N had no idea what was going on, nor did she really care to find out. She was too worried about all the guns and knives that were laid out on the floor next to his seat. Fear pumped up her body with adrenaline, her entire being tingling. She wanted to jump out of her seat, but her arms were tied behind her back, and her ankles were tied to the chair’s own legs.

“I wanna make a toast. To a new life, and new love” He held up his glass and drunk some of the mystery liquor. Waking over to her, he holds the glass to her lips. “Drink” he instructed, Y/N shaking her head and looking away. “Why not? You think I poisoned it or somethin’?” He takes his hand and grabs her jaw, forcing her to look at him. “I wouldn’t do that to myself, so drink” he insists.

Looking back at him, her eyes trace his features, stretching down his long, tatted arms. Creepy shit aside, she thought he was cute, but she had to stay focused. “If you don’t drink, imma just force you” Y/N didn’t budge, but Lamelo had no problem with setting her straight early on. Gripping the sides of her face to make her open her mouth, he tilts her head back roughly and pours the drink into her mouth. The liquid went down smoothly, but burned her throat like hell. She didn’t drink, she never did because she got drunk easily, and Lamelo knew that.

She jerks her head away with a strong gag, tears welling up in her eyes. “I dunno if you realized yet, but I’m the one in charge, I’m the one who ain’t tied up, I’m the one that could end you like *snap* that” he threatens with a snap, but it holds no weight to him. He wasn’t gonna kill this one, or at least he hoped he wouldn’t have to. “I know you’re a smart girl, so I know you can listen. I didn’t go through all those letters to find out you can’t follow simple instructions, pretty”

Her eyes were drawn to him, anger now flickering within them like a flame in a dark room. “Letters?…You were the one writing those fuckin’ letters?” She spoke through clenched teeth. Lamelo smiles. “Surpriiiise~” he sings, gulping down the rest of the alcohol before slamming the glass down on the floor. The glass shattered into pieces, making Y/N jump at the sound. Her breathing was ragged, and pressure built up behind her eyes like a dam waiting to be cracked open.

“You’re a sick person” She spoke with distress, shaking her head. Melo shrugs with no sympathy. If he had a dollar for every time someone said that to him, he’d be a Rockefeller. “Everybody sick, I just have no problem showing mine, unlike the rest of society”

“Jesus Christ” she muttered, her head hanging low in regret. Karina was right all along, and she didn’t listen. If she did, she wouldn’t be in this position, her life in the hands of a man she didn’t even know. “Don’t act so sad. You’re gonna love me…or at least learn to. again, you’re smart”

“I don’t wanna love you. I wanna go home”

“You are home. Don’t be stupid” He spat, waltzing by her and picking up a blade from the floor, inspecting in. Y/N tenses up, Lamelo immediately noticing. He side eyes her with a slight smirk, mischief infesting his energy. “You think imma cut you, Y/N?” She kept quiet, but he continued to pry. “You think imma scar that pretty frame you got? What about this beautiful face?” He walks over to her, using the knife to swipe a box braid out of her vision. Y/N sniffles, taking a deep breath.

“Let. Me. Go”

“Or what?” Lamelo challenged, getting close to her as Y/N gave him a look, one he couldn’t make out or tell if it was anger. “You can’t do shit, I made sure. I tied you real good. Your friend thinks you went on vacation, so if you aren’t answering tomorrow, that just means you made it safe and you’re having fun. Maybe found yourself a fun fling that’s distracting that pretty mind. Somebody you invited up to your room” he continues, the tip of his knife swiftly making a cut into her gown with a quick swipe, making the thin fabric fall from the top of her body, pooling into her lap.She wanted to cover her naked body, but the rope restraints stuns her movements.

“Would you take me back to your hotel room, Y/N? I would have been a great candidate” the sadistic nature of him alone had her terrified, he could have done anything to her. She began shedding tears. She was exposed now, realizing the gown wasn’t even something she remembered wearing or buying, so he had to have put it on her himself when she was knocked out.

If he pulls the rest off, she was for sure fucked, no pun intended. He stares with no shame, the tip of his tongue grazing his plump bottom lip.

‘Fuck’

She attempts clenching her thighs together to stop the tingling, but it never subsided, and her brown nipples getting as hard as pebbles helped nothing. She wanted to keep a guard up so badly for her own safety, but the wetness coating the lips between her legs was telling her to do something else.

He notices how her legs were trying to move and her hips slowly circled, unintentionally trying to find a specific position to stimulate her clit. She couldn’t help it, she just wanted the tingling to stop. “Lemme help you wit’ that, ma” Melo smirks, putting his hand right under her soaked pussy. She stops immediately and lifts her butt as much as she can, feeling the warmth of his hand under her. She shakes her head ‘no’, but he nods a ‘yes’ and keeps his hand placed, kneeling on one knee in front of her. “Go ‘head” He says. The approval he gave her lingered in her head as the tingling intensified, giving her no choice but to fall into temptation.

Y/N hesitantly lowers herself down and begins to move against his hand, swirling, bouncing, and grinding down at the speed she wanted as her hips stuttered backwards every time his finger tips would swipe over her clit. She let out a stifled moan and threw her head back, rocking her hips faster as she felt herself climb closer to her end. Lamelo only fed her urges by bringing his hand up higher every time she’d raise her hips when the feeling got too strong, aiming to stimulate her clit through even the strongest parts of her orgasm. His dick was as hard as an iron pole in his pants now. It almost painfully pressing up against the material, the tip leaking precum just practically begging to be set free so he could fuck something, and soon it’d get its turn. Y/N could just see it through her eyelashes, she couldn’t help but look, it was so obvious.

Lamelo slides his fingers between her wet folds, collecting her slick to keep her clit wet while she used him as she pleased. “Speed up” he instructed.

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Fifteen minutes had passed and she had already came twice in the palm of his hands. Her seat was sticky and her thighs were wet, but Lamelo’s hand and arm were wetter. He slid his hand from under her and took a taste of what he had craved for so long. All of the timeless nights he had spent looking through her bedroom window, watching her feel, fuck, and taste herself, wishing he was there to catch every drop.

Feeling defeated, Y/N’s head lulls backwards as she rests her eyes on the ceiling above her. There was no other sound but the ringing frequency in her ear and the huffing of her breath trying to slow itself. She could hear her own heartbeat slowing too, just until the sound of wood creaking above them drowned the sound out. She pauses, her eyes shooting wide.

‘Who could possibly be here? could they help?’

Was what she began thinking as all the color from Lamelo’s face seemingly drained, his breath now still. Suddenly he reaches for the knife he held earlier, grabbing it from the floor and clutching it in his hand. Just in case someone had creeped down the stairs to the basement and witnessed what had been going on, he had no problem getting rid of whoever was responsible for ruining their moment.

The walking upstairs prologued, the hot tears that filled her eyes starting to flood her flushed cheeks as he placed a finger over her lips, signaling her to shut up. The cold blade of his knife pressed against the skin of her throat, so hard that she could practically feel her pulse and she was holding her breath purposely, scared the blade would cut her precious soft skin if she moved even an inch, and he cared less.

As the footsteps went away, distancing from them, he moves his hand. He lets out a much needed breath of relief and licks his lips, a smile growing on his face. “Roommate. Thought we were goners there for a second. You did good though, ma” He praises, standing from his crouching position. “I think you deserve a treat because of that”

Positioning his knife under the rope that held her feet in place, he looks up at her with a warning look before cutting both of her legs free. He walks around the chair and does her hands next, giving Y/N the room to rub her aching joints, feeling relief. Only one thought ran through her mind just then, and though she was tired from the recent back to back orgasms, she knew she only had one chance to get it right. So, she stood like a lamb taking its first steps, and took a run for it.

‘Please, please, please’

She pleaded in her head over and over again as she ran though the large basement, hoping to find an exit. Just as she had spotted a door at the end of a dark stairway, light of freedom shining through the cracks, her body jerked backwards and spun in the opposite direction, the miss placement of her sore feet being the reason why she hit the floor. The taste of iron filled her mouth from the gash on the inside of her lip, her teeth accidentally biting down on it as she went down.

She thanked god that carpet covered the floor or else she would have definitely knocked a tooth loose, and maybe lost one. “Run pretty fast for someone who’s been tied up for hours” He flipped her over so easily, prying her legs open so he could kneel between them. He admired her entire body as he held both her wrists down above her head with just one hand so he could capture them in a pair of cuffs, making sure she had no fighting chance this time. She couldn’t believe his hand was big enough to hold down both, and even with her struggling, he didn’t budge once.

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The take down was rough, but when he fucked, it was nothing like she expected. He slid his shaft along her clit, the pink bud erect and sticking out from her hood. He couldn’t stop himself from jumping against her pussy with excitement, the tip of his dick slapping the bottom of her belly with every bounce. He pulls his hips back, the tip of him now resting against her dripping entrance, ready to ruin her for the next, if Lamelo didn’t get to him first. “Stop..” She mutters, but deep down, she was really anticipating the contact.

Her sexual organs were completely against her once again, fogging her mind with thoughts of him she didn’t want and didn’t expect to have. She was forced to sit there, pondering on how he felt and how deep he could go inside of her, but she no longer had to wonder as he pushed his hips back forward to give her a taste of what she would be stuck with for the rest of her days.

He sunk into her slowly, her walls gripping him as a welcome upon entrance. He practically had to force himself inside with a drawn out sigh as Y/N sucks in air, both of them exchanging looks into their eyes before looking down at where they connected. Her stomach involuntarily sucks in, showing the bulge of his dick every time he thrusted forward with skill into her. The feeling deep down was so indescribable, so good that she almost cracked a smile. She hadn’t even noticed how much he was stretching her out, she was too busy feeling every inch of him.

Her eyes rolls back and her toes curled as she brought her legs back further for him, Lamelo smiling at how he didn’t even have to tell her to do so. He was just proud that she was learning, but she had much more to get down pact.

“Good girl…” he rasps.

“It’s so fucking deep” She whispers, her voice slightly hoarse from her throat being dry. As his hips tempo changed, the chains connected to her wrists made jingling sounds, making music with the clapping of their thighs joining in the harsher he got. He couldn’t tell if his bodies reaction to her was cause he hadn’t had sex in a long time or if she was just that damn tight. Meanwhile, YN was Lost in clouds of her own, feeling the repetitive push of Lamelo’s tip knocking against her g-spot, her own cream starting to slip out of her and drip down to her ass.

“This pussy grippin’” Melo compliments, one of his hands moving downwards to grip at the girls throat, making her tear up once again.

“Yeah? You like it?” She spoke breathlessly, the man above her nodding and laying a singular kiss on her lips, making her swoon momentarily before going back to her struggling whimpers.

“Mhmm, fuck” He moans. He never moaned, but he guessed she was changing him too.

“Call me daddy”

“Daddy!”

“Yeah, what’s my name?”

“Daddy! Fuck!”

“You so fuckin’ pretty, mamas” he groans out, almost whimpering as his dick pushed inside her further and further. She felt like he was trying to make her cervix a home for his dick with how deep he was going. Y/N began to think how they had gone too far for her to ignore how she was enjoying every bit of this. No matter how much she tried to tell her pussy to stop cumming for him, she continued, making the carpet under her soaked with her honey. Hours ago she wished her hands were untied to beat his ass, but now she wished they were uncuffed so she could trace his tattoos while he dug her out.

He was hitting spots that not even her ex man was hitting.

Using her thighs for leverage, he begins to fuck her in a push-up position, ramming his long dick directly into her coven, her walls squeezing him almost like she was showing thanks without words. Her juices made it easier for him to fuck her with no limit, slipping and sliding into her with no trouble apart from how tight she was gripping.

He didn’t hold off to cum either, he had already came twice, but he had more to give her and she had no choice but to take it. He was convinced he could imprint on her, and it was a bonus if his seed grew inside of her after all this hard work he put in. She was gonna stay with him, and he was gonna make sure of it.

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j0kers-light · 3 months

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Sorry if you've already done this but could you write something about a sick!reader? Maybe the reader got the flu, and how Joker would react/if at all? And maybe reader was the type to ignore it and try to continue on with her life normally, which results in her getting sicker (but not deadly or anything). Maybe like she had the flu but since she never stopped working she got worse (or maybe got pneumonia for drama, if your comfortable with that) and took longer to recover. Totally not me here 😅😅😅

Dang you ain’t gotta call yourself out like that anon 🥴

I haven’t written a sick!reader yet. Lemme fix that. You know Chaos is all about drama so buckle up! I hope you enjoy and get better love!

Side note: I was asking my mother questions to fact check the medical info and after answering them all, she has a moment of realization. "Who has pneumonia, Chaos?! Are they okay?" 🖤✨

You are not sick, you just have a slight fever which will go away in time. You don’t have time to rest, you need to finish your work! That’s the lie you’ve been telling yourself for half a week.

Since it’s just a fever, you don’t bother Joker who is busy doing whatever he does.. blowing up stuff? Murder? Annoying Batman?

Whatever J does, it’s not important enough to worry him.

You’ve been ignoring the mild symptoms for days now. Nothing too severe, so you continue typing away on your computer, blissfully unaware it will get much worse.

Joker wakes up to get ready and spots you on the couch, looking dazed. He takes in your flushed cheeks and glassy eyes and suspects you’re getting worse rather than better.

The entire week you’ve been acting strange, waving off his growing concern, and being more stubborn than usual. He doesn't like it but won’t address the issue until he knows you're on the verge of death. He hopes it doesn't reach that point.

“You still with me pretty girl?” J doesn’t like how long it takes for you to respond and declares he’s staying home tonight.

Then you remember he has a big money exchange happening tonight that he can’t miss for anything. You would feel guilty if he stayed home and missed it all for naught.

You quickly put on a façade. “I’m fine! Don’t worry about me!” It takes a lot of reassuring to convince Joker that you’re okay and after almost an hour of sucking up, he leaves.

The second he’s out the door, you have a coughing fit. You do feel a bit.. off but you are adamant. You are not sick.

Joker on the other hand isn’t stupid. He knows you are sick. Your breathing is labored, and you looked near faint. You are getting worse.

He keeps the live feed of your apartment open on his phone all night to watch over you.

Just because he’s a busy man doesn’t mean he doesn’t care. In fact, he’s absolutely worried. Joker has food and healthy snacks delivered to your place while he’s gone, but you don’t eat them.

Instead you sit up and type away, acting like your body isn’t slowly shutting down.

He’s hardly listening to the meeting, he’s fully focused on his phone as your current coughing fit has you nearly hacking up a lung.

He can see the blood dotting the handkerchief and when you stand up for the first time in hours, his heart plunges to his stomach seeing you faint.

Screw the meeting. The moment Joker watched his Bunny pass out in the living room, he's on a mission to reach your side.

Frost knew what to do in his absence. You are Joker's only priority. Batman could be right behind him and Joker would not care.

Why did he listen to you? He should have never left in the first place. You were stubborn, near delirious with sickness to make any sound decisions! Why did he leave you at home all alone?! He blamed himself the entire ride over. Thankfully he had a mind to call Dr. Sarai so she could be on the way.

You needed medical attention at this point. You ignored this for far too long.

Joker wasted no time bursting the door in and shouting your name in a panic. He went through a thousand emotions finding you unresponsive on the floor.

The main one? He didn’t want to be alone again, not after finding you. He won't know a love like yours ever again, even if he tried. You had to wake up. You have to open your eyes and tell him you're okay.

And this time you better mean it. If you lie to his face again.... Joker can't take it.

Dr. Sarai arrives and quickly gets to work administering fluids and other meds that get you back on the mend but not fast enough.

Only his Bunny is dumb enough to brush off pneumonia as a mere fever. Joker wants to kill you for being so stupid but first he'll have to wait at least three more weeks until you're truly back to normal.

Then the two of you are going to have a long talk about telling him the truth.

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the send-off | s.r ; 4

summary | Being his best friend and assistant, Howard Stark asked you to be the first one to be tested on his time machine project. After some unexpected errors, you ended up stuck in the modern times of the 21st century. Where you meet the man you thought died years ago: Steve Rogers.

pairing/s | steve rogers x reader, avengers x reader

word count | 5k+

genres | angst, fluff, crack, time travel au, unrequited love au

warnings | mention of blood, idiots…

note | after months, here's a new update! finally found the inspiration to write again :)) I apologize for the long delay. anyway, let me know your thoughts on this one. enjoy reading!

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“Ugh… What to do? What to do?” you hummed.

It’s been days since your arrival in this era. And so far, everything is fine. Confusing but fine. You were still having nightmares that always woke you up. But you didn’t bother to tell anyone about it. It’s probably a normal reaction.

Since the superheroes in the compound have alternative schedules for their missions, you found yourself rubbing shoulders with whoever Avenger is in the compound. It’s obvious that they don’t want you to feel excluded and made it clear that they don’t mind you asking questions if you find something puzzling.

You usually bond with the youngest one, Peter Parker, who is always around since he is, based on what he said, “a friendly neighborhood superhero”. It means that he doesn’t go out of the country, like Natasha or Steve, or even this state for a mission since he still has classes to attend and he explains that his aunt won’t let him go anywhere far and dangerous. Understandable, you thought. The kid is only sixteen. But for now, Peter is staying back with his aunt in their apartment while the others are on their missions. He has a schedule for staying between the compound and his aunt’s place.

Clint is with his family, who you heard lived in this secret farmhouse. Tony is probably home too. You don’t really know. You kind of feel that he avoids being alone with you. Wanda is resting in her room. You don’t want to disturb her as you saw her coming home earlier, looking really exhausted.

When he can, Steve also kept you company. Of course, you enjoyed talking to him about his life after the whole defrosting thing. But sometimes, you felt like a disturbance or a burden in his free time. You thought, maybe he just wants to rest. Perhaps he just feels bad for you. So, you try to not stay around him all the time if he’s home.

So, you really have nothing to do. You have books but you don’t feel like reading now. You have this novel that you liked so much, you just finished it today. The compound also has this large, flat television but you don’t feel like watching anything either. It’s not like you’re not used to being alone. You’re always alone before! But at least you have a job to take up all your time. With all this free time, you cannot help but miss doing something in the laboratory. Computing numbers or testing prototypes with Howard. You wondered if your best friend ever finished that flying car he kept on re-working. You figured, maybe not. You see that people in this modern time still use four-wheeled cars.

“Oh, hey, Doctor Y/N.”

Sometime in the afternoon, Bruce Banner went out to the kitchen to get himself something to drink. That is where he sees you, looking all bored and spacing out. You forced a smile at him and greeted him back,

“Hello, Doctor Banner.”

“Bruce. You can call me Bruce.” he smiled as he opened a can of rootbeer.

“Then, you can call me just by my name too,” you replied, tapping on the hardbound book you had with you. You tried not to be obvious as you examined his look. With his eyeglasses and white coat, you know he’s been working in his laboratory.

After taking a sip from his drink, he spoke, “What are you up to in here, Y/N?”

Hearing that question, you instantly sighed heavily, making your shoulder slump, “Nothing really. I’ve been watching the paint dry, Bruce.”

Thankfully, the scientist caught on to your use of words. He chuckled before asking you, “Do you want to go to the lab?”

You swore you jumped from where you were sitting when Bruce said that. He took it as a yes and you two walked together back to his laboratory. Instantly, you were in awe of the place. There are screens and machinery everywhere. You don’t understand how these new gadgets work but you cannot wait to hear about them. This is like something you dreamed of.

“Here.”

Bruce handed you a white lab coat and you immediately grabbed it, wearing it excitedly. Damn, you missed wearing it. You stood next to him in front of his messy desk, which is pretty normal. Notes were everywhere. Even pens and crumpled papers. You’re starting to miss your own messy work table.

“Oh, I’m sorry about that,” Bruce spoke, referencing his desk.

You smiled, “It’s fine. It means you’re really working hard for something.”

Slipping your hands into the coat’s pockets, you wander around the spacious lab. You try to stop yourself from touching anything, fearing that you might mess something up. So like a little kid, your eyes just show your enthusiasm as you watch some type of liquid flow into a transparent tube.

“What are you working on?” you asked, turning your head to Bruce.

“Something that can help the world, hopefully.” he chuckled. He walked next to you, “It’s a serum that may help cancer patients.”

“That’s nice,” you whispered, eyes still distracted.

“Yeah. But it’s still an experiment. This is the first time I’m working on something like this again after I tried to recreate the super soldier serum.”

Your eyebrows raised as you looked at him, “You tried to recreate that serum?!”

Steve did not tell you about that. No one told you that someone in the compound tried to recreate it. You always wondered what Dr. Ernskine did to that serum since it seems very impossible to reproduce. But now that you’re in this modern era, people have more resources and findings. Maybe Bruce succeed.

Bruce stared back at you with a small smile, “It’s what brought me here, Y/N.”

“Cap. You okay?”

Tony asked as soon as he made sure the auto-pilot was set on the plane. Instead of answering, Steve grunts while pressing a hand on the right side of his stomach. Blood was gushing out from the stab wound he got from this mission. Bucky, on the other hand, also earned bruises on his face and small cuts on his arm. The two admittedly underestimated this mission. They didn’t expect that a hundred members will show up in this cult-like mob they raided. Thankfully, Tony was able to answer an emergency call.

“Those guys really got you cornered. Whoever stabbed you would probably brag about the fact he got to stab Captain America. Too bad he died.” Tony quipped, trying to lighten the mood. He signaled to Bucky to pass him a bandage.

Steve listened with exhaustion running in his veins. He breathed out as he closed his eyes, leaning his head on the surface behind him.

“You know, you got to be more careful now…” Tony suddenly spoke, sounding a bit serious. Steve opened his eyes and look at his friend who was focused on cleaning his wound. It took minutes of silence– since Tony made sure that his wound won’t get infected– before he continued, “You have a girlfriend waiting at home.”

“She’s not my girlfriend, Tony,” Steve replied sternly.

His best friend still managed to chuckle at that. Steve groaned when Tony slightly applied pressure to his wound. Not that Steve doesn’t like the idea of you as his romantic partner, he just doesn’t want to tolerate this kind of teasing from his friends. They might get used to it and make you uncomfortable whenever you’re with him.

Tony rolled his eyes, “Okay, whatever. But my point is you are Y/N’s closest friend in the compound right now and I don’t think she will like seeing you come back like this. I mean, you already died before and Dad told me a lot of things that happened.”

Steve tilted his head quizzically. He looked at Bucky who shared the same expression on his face.

“What–”

“There.” Tony got up as if he didn’t just say something. He pointed at Bucky. “And you too, buddy. Bring more backup next time. Something worse could have happened. You’re lucky I’m just another country away for a presentation.”

He walked back to his seat as the pilot, ignoring the confusion and curiosity from the two a-decade-old super soldiers.

“That was your last memory?”

Bruce sat in front of you, typing on his laptop as you nodded an answer. A couple of hours after inviting you, you two ended up just chatting in his laboratory. Bruce told you about the time he recreated the supersoldier serum. You learned his history and how he joined this league of superhumans. He was open to sharing his struggle in accepting his power and learning to control himself from being Bruce and the Hulk.

After that, he ended up giving you a tour of his laboratory. You would share how a gadget you had before evolved into what he has now in these modern times. Your curiosity about these said gadgets made his offer to teach you whenever he can and you happily agreed. Although you’re still unsure if you’re staying here for the rest of your life, you think that it will be good to adapt in the meantime.

“The time machine…” your voice trailed off as you brought up the topic. “How did you and Tony make it?”

You’ve been wanting to ask someone about their version of a time machine here. But since Howard’s son was a bit distant, you get to talk about it with Bruce now.

Bruce shakes his head, “It was unsuccessful.”

“It brought me here.” you countered, pursing your lips.

The air around you two was suddenly all serious and Bruce feels it. You were just wondering how they built their time machine. How did they make it work? It was seemingly more successful than Howard’s. Was it because of the current and upgraded technologies? Did they use different formulas than Howard? Did they make their own original version that was way different than what you and your best friend worked on in the past?

Bruce looked at you for seconds like he was contemplating if he should tell you. Then, he exhaled, removing his glasses.

“Tony brought the blueprint and basically the whole plan for it months ago. He said he found it when he was digging up in his dad’s office in their old house.”

“Wait.” your eyebrows scrunched together as you paused. You take your time processing his answer. You made sure you understood it by saying, “So… it was originally Howard’s… The blueprint for it?”

He nods, “Yes, Tony found it along with other plans his dad never worked on. We just used other materials than the outdated ones...”

You didn’t really listen to the rest of his words when you heard the first sentence. Your eyes stared at some space. Never worked on? He means, Howard made this plan and never worked on it? Does it mean that if your best friend just worked it, you could have been back earlier than this era? Your hand slowly pressed a hand on your chest and you felt your heartbeat getting quicker Bruce quickly noticed it and you looked up at him with your eyes screaming in confusion and surprise, hurt.

“When did Howard plan it?” you asked. Your voice was weak and you almost said it in a whisper.

Although confused, Bruce replied, “1977. It was written on the bottom of the blueprint.”

Your brain was quick in computing it. It was thirty years after your disappearance. You feel like shaking as you blinked away the tears that were blurring your sight.

“W-Where can I find this blueprint? I want to see it.”

The change in your tone and expression made Bruce ask, “Y/N, are you okay–”

“Where?” you asked again instead of answering.

“Uh, Tony has it.”

You ran your palms all over your face, calming yourself down. You breathe out. You knew you had to stop yourself from crying as you cannot stand doing it again. It’s pointless. You’ve been tearing up ever since you came here and you have never been this vulnerable. You don’t like it. Before Bruce can repeat a word, you sighed heavily.

“I’m sorry,” you said, shaking your head. “I… I was just surprised Howard planned on building another time machine and never made a move on it.”

Bruce hummed quietly and replied, “It’s fine… Everything must have been a lot to you.”

You chuckled, trying to lighten up the atmosphere, “Yeah, it’s a real bummer and I think it makes me blow a fuse really easily. I swear I was never this emotional.”

If he did it, would I have come back earlier?

The question floats in your head as you set your eyes on the quiet lake just outside the compound. You pulled your knees closer to your chest and rested your chin on your knees. The sky was already dimming down as the sun already set. Nature was quiet and the only loud thing was your brain with all these questions you were asking yourself.

There was a part of you who wished you shouldn’t have just asked Bruce. Maybe you wouldn’t feel this way. But you were always curious about things, so you asked. And here you are, having this moment. As if knowing about Howard’s plans is not enough, you still had thoughts if you can ask Tony about it. You let out an exasperated, hopeless exhale. Maybe not.

“Dr. Y/N!”

You snapped out of your deep thoughts when you heard your name. Turning your head to your side, you spotted Peter approaching with a smile on his face. He waved his hand, and your lips form a small smile.

“Hey… I thought you were staying with your aunt tonight?”

He sat beside you on the green grass, “I’m just staying here until nine. Then, I’ll go back home. I dropped by to see if you’re baking tonight.”

You giggled, “Well, today’s not your lucky day, kid. But I think we still have a few brownies in the jar from the other day.”

“I checked. It’s already empty.” he feigned disappointment, holding his chest, and you two chuckled. “How was your day here, doc?”

“Boring. I haven’t really done much. Bruce saw me in the kitchen earlier and invited me to his lab. I just miss doing something again.“ you confessed with a hint of frustration in your tone. “How about you, kid?”

He shrugged his shoulders, “Eh, just school. I and my friend Ned ended up in detention because he cannot stop talking about this new movie during chemistry class. Then, our other friend, MJ joined us since she said she enjoys going to detention. We planned to eat something after but MJ has a part-time job to go to.” Peter shared and you feel that he was pretty satisfied with how his day went.

“Well, at least one of us got to bond with their friends,” you scoffed. “I have to get used to my friends being superheroes.”

“They are usually busy, aren’t they?”

You nod, “Yeah. It actually made me feel jobless.”

You two laughed at that. You resumed, “I can’t believe I finished two books in a short period– Speaking of books, I was wondering if you could lend me a hand.”

“For what?”

“Oh, you know that novel I’ve been reading these past few days?”

“Ah, the one with the whole time machine plot too?”

“Yes. I… I really loved the book. Is there any way I can reach out to the author? Maybe write them a letter? I just really want to let them know that it’s a good story.”

Maybe it’s because of a lot of free time on your hand. But you just really adored the plot and the novel itself. You found it in the new releases section of the bookstore you went to days ago. But the story was set around your time, in the 40s, and mainly revolved around time traveling, which initially pulled you into buying it. It was accurate by the era it was in, and it made you feel closer to where you came from. Now, you just finished it and it was beautiful even though it was left on a cliffhanger. It causes you something to look forward to.

“We can try to reach out. Maybe they have e-mail. It’s faster than sending them written letters.” Peter suggests.

You cocked an eyebrow, “What’s an email?”

“Oh, it’s electronic mail. It’s like the modern type of exchanging letters with other people. Instead of asking for the person’s home address, they can just give you their email address. Then, you can send them a message with the computer or cellphone.” he explains and you nod.

“How about your laptop?”

He nods, “Yeah, we can also use that.”

You two ended up walking back to the compound. Peter helped you with creating your own e-mail address and typing your message to the author. You wanted to learn and get used to with using this gadget so you offered to type yourself. He was patient enough to teach you with the keys on the keyboard as you type.

“So, it automatically saves itself as a draft?”

You moved the cursor on the screen as you glided your index finger on the touchpad of his laptop. It wasn’t a long message but it was genuine. You re-read the whole thing again before passing the laptop to Peter.

“Yeah, what’s the name of the author again?” the boy asked before opening a new tab in the browser.

“Oh, wait…” you reached for the book and read the huge, bold name written on the front cover. “It’s… Donald S. Burton.”

“Okay, we can look for his website. Maybe he has his contacts there.”

His voice trailed off when he began typing on the search bar. It never fails to amaze you how fast this thing can give you answers. It’s like all of the books in the library were compiled into this gadget. Peter input the name and a list of information about Donald S. Burton showed up. There were even images of the man. You cannot help but smile when the old guy reminds you of someone familiar.

“Here is his email!“

“I like these. What are these again?”

Steve smiled at your curiosity, “Chicken nuggets.”

“Okay. Chicken nuggets,” you repeated. “I wished we had these in our time. I love these and these sauces. And of course, this sundae!” you exclaimed before taking a scoop with the tiny spoon.

Just a couple of days after you talked with Bruce in the lab and sent an e-mail with Peter’s help, you found yourself having a picnic with Steve just around the city. It was a quiet park in the busy city. It was a Tuesday so there were fewer people in the place. He invited you with it after he got home from his mission.

“Should I bake or make something?” you asked him.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to. We’ll be ordering food on the way to the park,” he replied.

“Are the others coming too?” you asked again.

He shook his head, “I… didn’t ask them.”

“Why didn’t you ask them?” you raised an eyebrow.

Steve seemed to be caught off guard. Bucky, Sam, Natasha, and Peter, who were also in the living room when you asked, smirked and looked at each other knowingly when they saw their leader’s frozen reaction. He stood there awkwardly with his hands on his hips. Natasha was the first to break the silence.

“I’ll be training,” she said.

The others caught on to it and spew their reasons too. Peter chimed in, “I have a ton of homework to do, Doc.”

“I’m visiting my sister in Louisiana,” Sam explained with a scoff. That made you squint your eyes at him. Then you looked at Bucky, waiting for his reason. He seemed frozen like the gears in his head is turning.

“I… uhm… I’m…”

“He’ll help me with training.” Nat saved him. “We’ll do some planning with the next mission.”

So that’s how you and Steve ended up alone on this picnic, which you don’t mind. You had a fun ride going here. He lets you play songs by connecting your rarely-used phone to the car’s stereo.

“How did you learn about that song?” he asked when American Pie played.

You smiled, “Natasha. I heard it from her.”

You ordered food from a fast food chain through a drive-thru. It was exciting as Steve ordered meals you didn’t try before. When you arrived at the peaceful park, you insist on helping him with bringing stuff. He just made you bring the blanket while he carries all the other things. When you found a perfect spot, you laid the gingham blanket on the green grass. You sat comfortably in your casual floral dress before you two began eating.

“Thank you for this, Steve.” you smiled.

“You’re welcome. Thank you for coming with me. I haven’t been on a picnic with someone for a while.” he said.

“You know, before I got in the time machine, I went picnic with my neighbors.” you shared, remembering that day with the Smiths.

“Mr. and Mrs. Jones?!” he asked with surprise.

Your ears perked when you heard that. The Jones were your neighbors before the Smiths. They are the last ones Steve knew since he and Bucky would sometimes fetch you if you were hanging out somewhere. The said couple was a bit grumpy, to be honest. They can hear even the smallest noise you would make in your apartment and would always let you know they don’t like it.

“Oh, no. They moved out months after you disappeared. Another family occupied their space. Susan and Robert Smith. They have this little kid named Donny. They are much nicer.” you joked.

“Well, that’s nice. I missed a lot of things while on ice.”

“It was only two years, Steve. Nothing much happened.” you snorted, finishing your sundae.

“A lot of things can happen. I know Howard found the Tesseract while searching for me on the ice… Share some things that happened in those two years.”

“Okay…” you exhaled. “I bet you already know that they tried making a series after Captain America vanished. You became an icon. Have you seen it?”

You laughed when you saw Steve hissed, “I didn’t like it.”

“Yeah, it was bad.” you cracked up. You only watched that once. You don’t like how they painted Peggy into a character named Betty who was always a damsel in distress. Peggy had complained about it too.

“Anyway, we– Howard and I– tried for like a year to search for you. But he would usually be the one to go on sites and I would always try to come with him. He needs more convincing but it always works.”

Howard often says that going in the field can be dangerous and you would fight back over and over again. You were glad you did because you were with them when they found the Tesseract.

“What convincing did you do?”

“Well, I would say that I’m his assistant. My job is technically following him around. Then when he says no, I’ll say that I am his best friend. I still do have my last reason if he denies me of coming with him.” you said.

“And what is it?”

You paused and just stared at him. Chewing on your bottom lip, you hmmed. It was like you were thinking if you should tell him the last reason for Howard to let you go with him. Steve waits. He tried to be comfortable as he leaned back with his arms resting behind him. He hoped he doesn’t look much curious or nosy. After what felt like an eternity, you spoke.

“It’s… It’s that I am the last one you spoke to while you were on that plane.”

You looked away from him, avoiding his gaze. You tried to just look at the trees and people from the distance than just look at Steve. Your chest felt heavier when you remembered that time Steve fought that skull and had control of that plane. Steve didn’t say a word so you continued to explain more, just to get it off your chest.

“It would always work since he fully knows that I have guilt living in my system after the country lost you.” you chuckled bitterly. “I felt awfully bad that I cannot do anything to help you during that situation.”

When your voice shook uncontrollably in the last words of your sentence, Steve sat back up and you can see the sympathy in his blue eyes. He reached out for your resting hand, instantly caging it in his warm hands.

“Y/N… none of it was your fault. It was already a dead-end situation. I was the one who chose to crash it.” he tried to reassure you.

“I know, I know,” you mumbled, tears slipping from your eyes. “But I cannot stand losing another person in my life that time, Steve.”

Your tearful eyes met his concerned ones. “We just lost Barnes earlier that year. And I really just can’t lose you… I tried to think of something. Howard was in the same room while I was talking to you on the phone. We tried to make a plan but we don’t have any idea where the hell the plane was and it was moving really fast. It was really bad. I felt helpless. I thought I might have been able to do something to help you but we have no time. I hate that all I can do is talk to you on the phone, hoping that you won’t feel alone, while I prayed silently for some miracle to happen. And it was crazy because I don’t even remember the last time I prayed before that moment.”

By the time you finished talking, you were full-on sobbing. Your chest heaved and your cheeks were damp from your salty tears. Steve held your hand. His thumb drew circles on it as he lets you cry for more. And when he felt you calming down, he uttered:

“Staying in that call with me until the end was enough for me. I appreciate you for handling yourself very well and being calm with me that time. You are amazing. And you don’t know how relieved I am when I knew you were the one who answered the call. Thank you.” Steve said softly, offering a small smile as he looked directly into your eyes. “You already did much more you know for me that time.”

2/19/1945

Y/N arrived with puffy eyes today. I knew it before she even removed the black sunglasses she had on. I already told her the day before that she have the choice of not going to the laboratory today. But she still did. It was quiet the whole day in the lab. We both tried to act busy like nothing much happened. Due to the events of these past two weeks, I’ve been getting telephone calls from a lot of people. I chose to ignore them because I know it has something to do with Rogers’ disappearance and I’d been hearing they want to make the serum like Ernskine’s. I honestly think that it would be hard to “remake” Captain America ever again. She didn’t eat anything for the whole day even a cup of coffee. I insisted on walking her home, saying I have to borrow her old research about the future of computers. She said she’ll just bring it tomorrow but I said I need it urgently even though I really don’t. In fact, I have nothing to do with her research. I just had to make sure she’ll get home safe. I thought it was a good idea to just walk with her instead of asking Jarvis to drive us. But boy, I was wrong. The loss of the nation’s superhero is plastered all over the place. I tried distracting Y/N by telling her about the funny encounter I had with a girl months ago. I never told her about it before because I know she doesn’t like that I cannot commit to a single girl. But I have no more story to tell at the moment. It was a relief that she let out small laughs and smile at it. Although the smiles didn’t reach her eyes, I hope she felt better for a bit. She was about to say some advice or something when she suddenly froze. Her lips formed into a frown and I see tears forming in her eyes. I follow where her eyes lay and it was the newspapers. WE NEED A NEW CAPTAIN. The headline was printed in big, bold letters. Eye-catching. “They cannot just replace Steve like that.” It was a whisper from her. I hate that all I can do is sigh. Two minutes later, we reached her apartment. She handed me her research and thanked me. She smiled. But it was forced, I know.

As I am writing this letter, I am thinking of leaving this city with Y/N for a vacation somewhere away from here. I don’t know if she will like that. Maybe she won’t. Maybe I’ll just settle on walking her home with another made-up reason from the back of my head. I don’t know. I just feel helpless seeing her like this again after Barnes’ and now, Rogers’ death. Even so, I’ll always make sure that she will be alright.

H.S.

Tony removed his eyeglasses as he finished reading. His index finger traces the handwritten words by his father, sighing in the process. He can hear his father’s voice with each word in it.

“Tony, we need to go. We should fly at six!” Pepper’s voice cuts off his thoughts.

He stretched his limbs before replying, “Okay, honey. Just getting my glasses.”

Tony stared at the page again for a second before closing his father’s journal. He slid it onto one of the drawers on his nightstand and left.

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1ivinqdeadqir1 · 2 years

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Your writing is just *chefs kiss* it's so immersive and good!!! Anyway, can you do headcanons of Nacho x reader (Jo & Amber are out of the picture) who's a college/PhD student that works VERY late into the night because they have trouble stopping themselves from working?

"Just 10 more minutes" then it becomes 1 hour lol

And it's kinda unhealthy esp since they have to wake up for morning classes

Idk your rules or if you do headcanons, so if you don't, feel free to write a scenario instead!

Ignacio ‘Nacho’ Varga x Reader

Ignacio 'Nacho' Varga x PhD!student reader HCs Request:

A/N: this was so fun to write, I'm going to write a few fics for nacho whilst I have the muse for him, so please send some soft, angsty, or even smutty requests in via the inbox and I'll check them out!!

BEFORE THE STORM:

First off, Nacho finds it cool how you’re a PhD student. When you first met, he asked you a few questions about it

You thought it was pretty strange, you were only at Manuel Varga's store to have the interior of your car fixed up…

Though Ignacio was nice enough, and you had to admit very handsome

He admires your dedication, he thinks it’s amazing how you manage to put so much work into something (this is, of course, before you’re dating and before he finds out how excessive work is)

You probably start as friends to begin, though I can imagine he’d ask you out as soon as the time was right.

"Uh, when you’re free do you wanna go for a drink maybe?"

You were silent.

At first, he thought he’d screwed it, because of how quiet you were.

But he couldn’t have been more wrong.

"I’m sorry- I know it’s- I shouldn’t have asked-"

"Yes"

"Hm?"

"I’d love to go for a drink with you, Ignacio…"

A few months later, when you’re properly dating and an established couple, things begin to change.

you spend more time at his home, staying overnight to keep him company (and for sus reasons… obviously)

You usually watch movies, though recently you’ve been more and more invested in your work and it’s taking away from the time you have together

That was a concern for him at first, but you always reassured him and made sure to make it up one way or another

It was all fine until it started affecting your health.

Recently, you've been sleeping a maximum of 3 hours.

You’d go to bed at 3 am and wake up at 6 to prepare yourself for your classes

He’d grown more uneasy, noticing how you began to dissociate yourself and fall asleep wherever you could.

He’d one time caught you in the bath half asleep, so he quickly helped you out and lay you in bed- only to then find you awake at your computer with a cup of coffee 45 minutes later

Now, we are at the present day...

He comes home, tired after another long and exhausting day. He feels like he’s going to pass out, but he doesn’t

He walks into the small office you’d both set up, it wasn’t anything fancy, just something quaint that’d make it easier to revise

Nacho sometimes regretted giving you the office, maybe then you’d sleep more

He finds you at the desk, hunched over a book and taking notes

You were so absorbed in your work that you hadn’t even heard him enter

“Baby, it’s 4 am”

You’d turn and look at him, unsure of what to say- it probably takes you a minute to fully comprehend what he’d just said

“Yeah, I know… I’ll be in bed soon, just another hour, okay?”

He’d hum, frown and walk over to hug you from behind your chair, pressing a few sweet kisses to your collarbone and the top of your head.

“I’m serious, you haven't slept properly in days, mija… “

You’d always deny it, but he was right. It was ironic how you’d be training for a doctorate and have your boyfriend school you on when to sleep

“I know… but I promise I won’t be long- look I’ll even set alarm”

He’d say goodnight, run his hands through your hair and then go straight to bed

At about 6 am he hears an alarm

he’s a bit freaked out at first,

Though calms down when he finally recognises where it’s coming from

He’d walk into the small office and find you lying atop the expensive wooden desk with your arms folded.

He’d turn off the alarm and pick you up

He’d then tuck you into your bed, lingering for a moment, his fingers brushing your hair from your face. He loved the feeling of your warmth

He loved to watch as your chest rose and fell at intakes of breath.

Anything human served as a reminder that this was real and he wasn’t living out some elaborate fantasy

After turning off all the electronics in the converted office area, he’d head back to bed and crawl beside you

You who are now fast asleep

IDC what you say nacho is the best cuddler going.

A FEW HOURS LATER…

you wake up at about 12 pm

At first, you're worried that you’ll miss a class- but then you remember your lecture was cancelled for today, and you breathe for a minute

Nacho is asleep beside you, an arm draped loosely over your body. You smile and shuffle closer to him,

You trace the pad of your finger slowly from the bridge of his nose to the tip a few times

He’d always found that soothing

After about five minutes he slowly wakes up, opening his eyes to meet yours

You smile and press a kiss to his lips

“Buenas Dias, sleepy” he’d say, as you yawn into your hand and nuzzle into the crook of his neck

“Good morning to you, too”

You’d get up to move, but he’d hold you down and pull you closer by your waist

“Stay for a while longer baby… you’ve been working too hard you’re going to make yourself sick”

You’d just sigh and press your lips to his cheek

“I told you I’m fine Ignacio, honestly… you don’t have to worry”

“You’ve been sleeping less, eating less because of it- you’re the smartest person I know, y/n”

You’d just stare at him with your bright eyes, and he’d sigh similarly to how you had earlier

“What I’m trying to say is I love you, but you need to know that you’re overworking yourself, you don’t need to overwork yourself the way that you do”

You’d just hum, eyes already becoming heavy just from talking, he probably is right

“Alright… I’ll take it easy.. for you”

“not just for me, for you, okay?”

You nod, and he presses a kiss to the top of your head. You place your hands on his chest and kiss him quickly

He tries not to smile like a lovesick idiot but he does

“Now go back to sleep, we can order takeout later if you want- watch that movie you’ve been wanting to see”

“Alright… Goodnight nacho”

“Sleep tight, kiddo”

A/N: I'd die for him.

#nacho varga x reader #ignacio 'nacho' varga x reader #ignacio varga #bcs x reader #ignacio 'nacho' varga headcanons #nacho varga x reader headcanons #nacho x reader

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hopelesslyfallenninlove · 1 year

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Larissa Weems x Reader ~

Chapter 8: Fighting and Revelations

Previously in Chapter 7:

“Everything is gonna be okay, love. Don’t worry. I love you” Larissa says into the night before we fall asleep.

“I hope so, I love you too” I whisper out and fall fast asleep soon after.

Authors Note: Sorry this took so long for an update, I've just started getting back into writing. Hopefully the next update won't be as long of a wait. Anyways thank you for reading, I truly appreciate it. : )

When I awake the next morning Larissa is already out of bed, probably finishing up last minute work. I get dressed and head to my classroom. Today will just be a relaxation day for the kids, we will either play games or watch some movies whatever they decide. Wednesday and Enid have my class before the Addams family car arrives to pick them up. As soon as they enter I can see that Enid is nervous and I see Wednesday trying her best to lighten the mood. I have to hand it to Wednesday, she is doing her best to be there for her best friend. I send Enid a reassuring smile and that seems to lighten her mood just a little bit. I dismiss the kids 15 mins before noon so those that need to get their belongings to wait to be picked up can leave right away. I walked up to Enid and Wednesday as everyone left the classroom already.

“Now, don’t you worry. I will not let anything happen to you and I know Wednesday will not either. I will handle your mom today just turn your phone off so you won’t get annoyed by all the messages from her. Larissa and I will be leaving tonight around 5pm so we will see you tonight.” With that being said I send Wednesday and Enid on their way. When the clock hits noon I make sure to watch that Enid and Wednesday get into the car safely and leave the grounds of Nevermore. I continue with the rest of the classes and go to Larissa's office to wait for her to finish. I sit on her couch she has in her office as she types away at her computer, just as I’m about to fall asleep the door to her office is roughly pushed open and in walks what I do assume is Enid's mother. Well here goes nothing. She storms right in front of Larissa's desk not even noticing me and she starts yelling at her.

“WHERE IS ENID?” “I DEMAND TO SEE HER OR YOU TELL ME WHERE SHE IS” “I SWEAR YOU WILL LOSE YOUR JOB BECAUSE OF THIS” Right as she says that last thing is when I speak up being true to my promise that I will take care of Enid’s mother.

“Stop, just stop. If you should be upset with anyone it should be me.” I calmly say, Enid’s mother turns and looks at me.

“WHO THE HELL ARE YOU? AND WHERE IS MY DAUGHTER?” She yells out again and walks up to me.

“I suggest you stop right there. My job is to protect those kids and that is exactly what I am doing, I will not allow you to send Enid to that horrible place. You will have to kill me twice over before I allow you to touch her.” I seeth out.

“You have no right.” Mrs. Sinclair says, getting right in my face. I look past her to Larissa and I can see she is worried- no nervous- no scared, yes Larissa looks scared from what you are not sure. But as her eyes meet yours, you realize she is scared for Enid. “Where are you hiding her” the longer you stay quiet the angrier she gets and you can tell with every word she is about to lose it for real. “You tell me right now or else” I chuckle at that which was a big mistake but I don’t let the look in her eyes stop me before saying.

“Or else what? You have no clue who you are dealing with” As I say the last word she punches me right across my face in my eye. Yup that is going to bruise, but it’s worth it. “I will make it my life’s mission to make sure you never ever see Enid again and if you so far as step within 50ft of her, you will regret it.” I turn to look at her with fire in my eyes, she seems to realize what she’s done and knows this will be a losing battle.

“You tell Enid that she is dead to our family, I never want to see her ever again” with that Mrs. Sinclair walks out of the room and Larissa and I move to the window to see her drive away.

“We should get going love, Enid is gonna need us more than ever” I see Larissa nod and turn to grab her bags to put in the car. We are in a comfortable silence, each of us not knowing what to say. It isn’t till we are pulling up the Addams Mansion that I start to feel my eye start to hurt. I pull the visor to look into the mirror and low and behold there is a nasty bruise. I let out a gasp and that’s when Larissa looks over and gently grabs my face. “I’m okay Larissa, I just didn’t realize how strong of a punch it was at the time. I promise it looks worse than it is.” I squeeze her hand that’s cupping my cheek.

“I’m sorry that I didn’t help. Now you’re hurt and- and it’s all my fault. If only I was able to push past the past I could’ve dealt with Enid’s mother” Larissa cry’s out.

“Shhh, shhh, it’s okay. This is not your fault, love. I will do anything for those kids and for you, you know that. I’m okay, you’re okay and most importantly Enid is okay. We will all be okay. Now dry those tears, my dear and lets go see Enid.” I wipe her tears away and give her the most loving kiss I can muster up in the moment. We pull away and get out of the car making our way up to the door. With a deep breath Larissa knocks and we wait for someone to answer the door.

Soon enough a very tall man answers the door and looks down expectantly before we can say anything Morticia comes to the door. “Oh, Larissa darling, it's so good to see you and I'm very happy you took up the offer this year.” She says looking at Larissa up and down then she turns to me and says “Ahh, you must be Y/N. The girls have talked about you quite a lot. I assume by your eye Enid’s mother has been taken care of?”

“Yes, that has been taken care of. Thank you again so much for letting Enid come last minute and myself as well. I am very grateful to you and Gomez.” I reach out my hand and Morticia places her hand in mine the way you would expect a kiss on the back. I just figure it’s a tradition so I bend down and give it a gentle kiss. When I stand back up I hear Larissa clear her throat.

“It's no problem, please come in. Let me show you around.” Morticia turns away from us and we follow her into the house and through the rooms as she gives us the tour. We are nearing Gomez’s study when I get thrown a fencing sword and am forced into an impromptu fencing match. I recognize my fencing opponent as Gomez, as we are fencing we make our way to the main entryway. I see Wednesday, Enid and a younger boy on the steps watching us. I don’t let that distract me though as I do my final move and manage to get Gomez’s sword out of his hands and he falls to his back, I stand over him with the sword to his throat. I stand like that for a few seconds before backing up and reaching my hand out for him to help himself up.

“Wow, I’ve never seen someone more prepared for a surprise fencing match than my little storm cloud. I am very impressed. Gomez Addams and you must be Y/F/N. It is very nice to meet you and I am even more grateful that you are teaching our little storm cloud now that I know you can fight.” Gomez smiles wide at me and I return the smile.

“I haven’t had that much excitement in a while. It’s nice to get back to my roots.” Before Gomez can say anything I hear a gasp and fast footsteps coming towards me. I turn and see Enid and Wednesday both coming in my direction, I then remember my black eye. “Hello, girls. I hope you are relaxing with this time off so far. Did you do as I say and turn your phone off Enid?” I ask, trying to distract them from my eye.

“I did Ms. Y/N. But what happened to your eye?” Enid asks and I look towards Wednesday then to Larissa and I decide it is best to lie to the little wolf.

“Oh this, I must say I was a bit clumsy grabbing my bag from my room and I fell at the right time and hit the doorknob. It honestly sounds so ridiculous but it is what happened.” I end that with a slight chuckle hoping Enid believes it. I look towards Wednesday and I can tell she doesn’t believe me but I give her a look that says not now, to which she gives me a slight nod understanding.

“You have to be more careful Ms. Y/N. I believe it at first I thought you were gonna say that my mom did that.” Enid chuckles and gives me a tight hug.

“Oh no sweetheart it wasn’t your mom. You don’t have to worry about that anymore actually. If you want and feel comfortable you can stay with me and I’ll take care of you little wolf.” Enid pulls back with a huge smile on her face.

“Really?” I smile and nod back. She hugs me again before going up to what I assume is the room she’s staying in.

“You know, Ms. Y/N it isn’t nice to lie to people. I know you didn’t fall and kit a doorknob precisely from your fencing technique. Also because the black eye is formed like a fist. Enid’s mother did this and I will not let her get away with it. I will keep the secret away from Enid though because she is fragile at the moment but I swear on my scorpions-“

I cut Wednesday off before she gets too far, “Wednesday dear, I am protecting Enid by lying, and I never put it past you to figure it out. You are the top of the class. Regarding Enid’s mother that was taken care of like I said it was and she will no longer bother Enid and if she decides to I made it very clear that I will make her pay. So with that being said I know I can’t stop you from getting revenge on your own but I do want you to think about how it will affect Enid first” Wednesday seems to calm down slightly.

“You really threaten her? And you are really okay?” Wednesday asks with a softness that I’ve never heard before.

I give her a soft smile “yes I really did threaten her and yes I am really okay. I think the only 2 people in the world that would be able to hurt me would be you and Larissa” I say with the same softness. Wednesday seems satisfied with my answer as she turns and starts walking up the stairs before running back down and giving me a tight hug.

“Thank you” She quietly whispers then runs up the stairs. I take a moment to process what happened before turning around seeing that Morticia is left waiting for me.

“You know she’s never been like that with anyone before. Not even me, you must be really special and someone she can trust. Now, come on, Gomez and Larissa are waiting for us in the lounge.” Morticia turns and walks down the hall. I follow and see Larissa and Gomez having a laugh over something. Larissa’s laugh is so thrilling it instantly sends warmth and joy through my body. I sit next to her and Morticia hands me a glass of wine. We sit and talk for a while before Morticia and Gomez both show us to our room.

Larissa and I get settled and sit on the bed. I have a feeling that Larissa wants to talk. “What’s going on in your mind, pretty lady?” I give her a small smile showing her she can talk freely.

“It’s just that- I am - ughhh… I just don’t want you to get hurt because I couldn’t do anything to stop it. I’m scared for Enid, I want her to be able to be herself and know that she’s loved and cared for.” Larissa lets out a small sob and I pull her into my embrace.

“Sh sh sh, my love. It is not your fault and I am here to protect you and the kids. It is okay not to be so strong all the time, that is why I am here to be strong when you can’t be. And Enid does get to be herself and she will know and feel loved and cared for, I will make sure of that. It is going to be tough, sure, but we will all get through it together.” I keep holding her and reassuring her till she pulls away.

“Thank you. What would I do without you?” Larissa questions and leans in to give me a long passionate kiss. We pull apart and get ready for bed. I pull Larissa into me as we fade off into sleep.

~ The Next Morning ~

As I awake I’m met with cold sheets , Larissa must be downstairs already. So I get dressed and ready for the day, the party isn’t until tonight so I don’t have to put my fancy clothes on just yet. As I make my way downstairs I am met with yet again another surprise fencing spar, this time with Wednesday. Gomez was good last night but Wednesday by far is much better than him. We end up in the dining room where everyone is eating, I grab a quick waffle while continuing to parry. Wednesday falters for just a second but it is long enough for me to attack, which she quickly ducts and goes back to attack at me. I grab some orange juice and look around while still parrying, seeing everyone look at us, I give them a small smile and see what my next move is. After Wednesday’s last attack I quickly hop onto the table and do a double somersault to get to the other end to lead this away from people. As we get to the foyer we start going in circles, out of the corner of my eye I see Gomez watching us. I go to attack and Wednesday takes this opportunity to disarm me and kick my legs out from under me with the saber to my chest. I let out a huge smile and Gomez begins to clap. “Well done, Wednesday.” I say with sincerity while still on the floor looking up at her. I see the fainted smirk on her lips before she pulls away and helps me up.

“Oh my little storm cloud that was beautifully done. I see you just keep getting better and better.” Gomez gushes at Wednesday, to which she rolls her eyes slightly.

“Ms. Y/N, you fight like an Addams. Are you sure you’re not one?” Wednesday inquires which seems to intrigue Gomez, Morticia who has now joined us as well as Larissa and she looks a bit scared as to what your answer is.

“I am quite sure I’m not an Addams Wednesday. I’ve just had a lot of training. Now if you’ll excuse me I would like to get my daily dose of fresh air.” With that being said I slightly bow and head outside to go walk around for a while, I barely give Larissa a look as I walk out needing time to think. I walk around the Addams property and end up making my way to the cemetery. I know I was adopted by who I know as my parents because they are just like me shapeshifters. My Mother would tell me stories of my real family about how they were one of the first to colonize America and that they had visions, and I had to be given up because if my real father knew about me what I was he would have killed me. Coming here and getting to know the Addams’ makes me wonder if they are my true family, everything just flows so well and feels right. I was told my mothers name was Constance and that shortly after giving me up she had died at the hands of my father. I arrive at a gravestone that has the name Constance Addams and I look at the year and it was the same year that I was born. I feel all the air get knocked out of me and I drop to the ground. No, it can’t be it has to be a coincidence, what is Larissa going to think. Larissa, oh Larissa. I can’t bring myself to stand so I sit here and after a few minutes I pull out my phone to call my mother. “Hello, mother I have a question”

“Yes, dear?”

“Do you know the last name of my biological mother?” I ask her in anticipation.

“I knew it was only a matter of time before you asked me. Especially since you went to work at Nevermore. Her last name was Addams dear. Constance Addams, you already knew that thought didn’t you?” my mother says.

“I wasn’t 100% sure but everything here just feels right and came across her grave. I just needed to know for sure.” I feel someone watching me so I turn slightly and see Morticia. “I got to go now, we’ll talk soon” with that I hang up. Morticia walks up to me and sits beside me on the ground.

“You’re the long lost Addams baby aren’t you?” Morticia asks.

#larissa weems x reader #lgbt #lesbians

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desert-rotten-soul · 2 years

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Presentation!

Clarifications:

Pro, Anti, Neutral, or however you prefer to label yourself, you are welcome on my profile. I don't judge, and I will always get along with you and keep the peace. What is not welcome is being lectured, having someone try to educate me, or acting as if you're the most moral person in the world. I do not tolerate such behavior. So, please, I kindly ask from now on, respect not only me but also my friends.

About Me:

Hello everyone! Thank you for taking the time for this supposedly brief introduction. To start, I am an adult, 23 years old. From Monday to Friday, I work from 9:30 a.m. to 1:30 or 3:30 p.m., and when I get home, I usually draw whatever I like the most. I tend to go with the flow of the song or the soundtrack I’m listening to. I enjoy expressing the characters' feelings, and I use the digital watercolor canvas.

I don't usually talk to anyone unless we have something in common. I’m very selective about who I follow and who I don't. I don't like following users who mention "pro," "anti," "neutral," and a whole list of labels that have been invented. Reading conflicts on social media only causes me anxiety and makes me want to cry.

I always like to share my musical tastes; they are my inspiration to keep drawing and move forward. I also like to think that it makes you curious to listen to them, and that makes me really happy. So, don't be surprised if you see a list of songs or soundtracks when you finish browsing my blog. Honestly, music helps express the character's feelings, even though it can sometimes be contradictory.

Fandoms:

First of all, it's important to know what series or movie catches my attention, as that’s what I usually post about. The main ones are Harry Potter: Magic Awakened, The Spectacular Spider-Man, Moral Orel, and Komi San (sad version).

WARNING & CLARATION:

I mostly post my sketches; unfortunately, I rarely have a finished drawing, and if you find one, it's a miracle. As I’ve mentioned, I draw after work, and to be honest, I have a life, so sometimes I stop drawing on the computer.

I want to clarify that even if I post the sketch, I tend to update it with the finished drawing later, so I apologize if you've been waiting for too long.

I warn you that most of my drawings will deal with somewhat difficult themes to digest, so thanks to Tumblr's new feature, I will start censoring some of my drawings as a warning. I sincerely apologize if, at some point, a drawing couldn't be censored.

MY FAVORITE CHARACTERS:

I need to clarify that if you follow me for a certain series or movie content and suddenly see a drawing of Green Goblin, it's because he's the patron of this account. Believe me, I'm a big fan of drawing GG, he's one of my favorite characters. I call it a "miracle" because once I stop drawing content from a certain fandom, I definitely won’t draw it again until I regain that inspiration.

AU's & HEADCANON'S:

I’m a fan of AU's and headcanons; most of the time, I make drawings about that. I really love the creativity of people when narrating wonderful stories about certain characters.

I usually share notes with people who might be interested, but If I ever stop messaging you, it's because I feel like I'm bothering you. Sorry if I was.

If you enjoy sharing headcanons or AU's with me, feel free to send me a private message.

SHIPS:

I’m a fan of drawing ships, especially OC x Canon Character, though I’ll sound contradictory because I don’t like pairing my own OC's with canon characters—it makes me uncomfortable… but I do enjoy drawing other people's ships. I always laugh at how ironic I can sound.

And yes, I’m a fan of ships. I mostly get into a fandom thanks to a ship I saw on social media or heard about from my real-life friends. I don’t pay much attention to character details when pairing them, until I get so into it that, when I see a problem, I get upset. But a friend taught me something I hadn’t considered before. So, If you ever see one of my ships and think, "this is problematic," I need to clarify that it’s not, under the context of an AU I created where both characters meet and are the same age. I hate when characters have a three-year or more age gap… just finding out is heartbreaking. (Cry's in español... )

#presentation #finished #i guess

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itsmeatballworld · 2 years

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this is gonna be my condensed thoughts/feelings as I finally catch up to the most current chapter in bs:a!

@darke15 you’re a genius and I luv youuuu

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I had to make a new ao3 account after my computer denounced the website 😂😂

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Okay so from chpts 65-69 I’m high key sweating every two minutes lol

The lying Ghost had to do was insane!! Girl was doing cartwheels dodging Bucky’s questions to the point I was so stressed! I feel so bad for them—I can’t imagine the pain of wanting to share something but knowing the repercussions and fear of the outcome.

But so much good/yummy fluff and smut was weaved through so I’m happy haha

“Did you fuck Captain America?”

“Did you fuck the Winter Soldier?”

^ honestly has to be one of my favorites 😂 I was squealing lmaoo

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*this next part is dedicated to chpt. 70. And only chpt. 70.*

Exc-UUUSE MEEEE?! Did you wake up and decide on violence, Darke?! I’m IN TEARS. AGONY. DANNY OH MY GOD. I CANT DO THIS. I REFUSE. NO. NOO. NOOOO.

Wow goddamn if that hurt me I can’t imagine how much that hurt you when you wrote this scene. I mean Danny?!? Babes I’m withering in pain, full tears.

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Chpt 71. What in the HELL IS GOING ON. So many people are getting hurt?! Dune, my loves. The whole team. I’m terrified for this chapter.

Oh my god Wraith is throwing Ghost under the bus as a HYDRA sleeper agent 🫣 what is HAPPENING RN

OKAY NOW WAIT HOLD ON WHAT THE FUKKK

DARKE

My GOD. WTFF.

Ollie?!? OLLIEEE

I was trying to be coordinated when doing this reaction post but NO WAY. NO WAYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!

He’s—! And I’m just—!

Oliver why—!

oh for the love of god 💀 I’m not strong enough for this

I have to say that Wraith being Ollie was a twisty twist I did NOT plan for. Now that he’s been revealed oh — I see it. Like I reread a quick scene from the early flashbacks and it does make so much sense. He and Ghost had some turbulence <literally lol> but I still am blown away. He’s got such a wild anger towards Ghost.

But now some serious concerns. What in the hell, Ollie?? Like he’s pretending to act like Danny?! BRO THAT IS MESSED UP.

Kinda glad it wasn’t Danny, tbh?? Maybe I’m crazy but I freaking love that man so much. His character and Ghost have been through so much that I’d hate that for them. Plus I picture Oscar Isaac for godsakes I can’t imagine him as my villain I’m sorry 😭😂

…………………. nOw HoLd Up Is DaNnY aCtUaLly DeAd

OH. OH NO. OH NO. NO NO. NOW THE FLASHBACK IS HURTING ME EVEN MORE.

*I took a week long break from reading after that 😭😭😂*

{but also realizing Origins is going into Danny and Ghost so… compromise? *crying continues*}

So, I’m back. Not refreshed — I’m thoroughly feeling bamboozled and stunned by Oliver. Man, he had me fooled 😔

Chpt. 72-73 wowowowow!!!

Bucky is so heartbroken ugh. Again. The lies and deceit have wounded him so deeply I hope he can recover when the truth comes out about Ghost and her working with Aftermath and Dune/Alpha Two…

These snippets into Oliver’s anger and planning is so terrifying. But that’s also a compliment haha. These scenes are so well done I want to punch him. Like real bad. This was supposed to be their friend and coworker Ollie! Not Ollie the Hydra lover 😭

Murder!Ghost is coming out to play 👀 !!

But on a serious note, Ghostie needs a break or she’s gonna snap. All that trauma and pain, without time to heal and process, would make any person crumble. I really hope not but she needs a break. Pronto!

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Chpt 74, oh how I loved this!! So The Big 🍎 finally knows the truth. And he’s nice and possibly not surprised about Reader being Ghost. Love him. Love him and Boone. God I hope Bucky won’t hate Ghost too much after this!! [also screaming how cute Boone and Steve are *cries in single*].

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Chpt 75: I love how you write these team dynamics. Like they’ve been through the worst things imaginable and they still got each other’s backs. Now that’s my found family!!!

The heartbreaking realization [again] of what damage had been done to Olympus and the surrounding area is wild. Having Ghost describe it through her eyes was agonizing. Everything being rubble and yet the memorial stone is standing tall... oof the image :( but at least Turner and the family are alive!!

“If Ollie wants to play the hero, I’ll give him a villain.”

-- ABSO-FREAKING-LUTELY YESS. This gave me chills ahhhh

[OO and Novak ditching Wraith?! WHAT IS GOING ON]

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Chpt. 76!

I know Bucky is going through it right now, but at least he realized Ghost loves him. And the slight doubt about Ghost being ‘hydra’ is giving me life. Slowly but surely the team is finding this odd, but I’m glad Clint is thinking it through. This web that Ollie created is so insane and I can’t wait for the truth to come out!

Even though the next scene showed a badass machine that Ghost can be (and nearly terrified Bucky again *le sigh*) I have hope this will turn around haha. *sweating intensifies*

Plus, even though the whole Stark Tower/Avengers group was in panic during Ghost’s takedown of Wraith’s base in Kabul, I was thoroughly enjoying that scene <3 Badass Ghostie is fun!

Also Bucky still calls New Eden his ‘home’ so that’s a win, bro!

Ollie calling Ghost an “impulsive psychopath”... boy, please. We need him to look in the mirror hahaha.

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So... um... chpts 77-78:

well holy hot damn. I ALMOST HAD A HEART ATTACK. Ain’t nobody touching Amma. No. I’d throw hands, I’m sorry haha. Girly, you had me going nuts like Ollie hurt Amma oh my goodddddddd! Boone was so sweet to get Amma the hell out of dodge. I love her with my whole heart, ugh! Ghost’s reaction to Amma being missing then reuniting with her had me teary ngl

Ghost’s internal monologue in Medellín about the team and who’s bullet holes did those belong to was so heart wrenching. Her panic attack?! Holy crap, my heart hurts so badly for her. All Ghost’s trauma and pain is really coming to a head with all of this stress and it’s making me so sad to see Ghost hurting like this.

“If she’d fought so hard to get away from them, Bucky could get her back”

—> hell fucking yes!

The chaos! Bucky loves Ghost, wants to find Ghost, but is going to make it worse if he does because of Oliver’s ties to the Avengers….. ugh a month went by and I feel like he’s slowly loosing faith in her *cries*

AND YESSSSS THE WEDDING OF THE CENTURY IS GONNA HAPPEN!!!! Jack and Duke are getting married!!!!!!!!!!!! 🥹😭❤️💕

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Ahhhhaha! Chpt 79:

I am sobbing. This was so perfect and lovely. I needed this. We all needed this. Darke, you needed this. I feel like I fell in love with these characters all over again. What Ghost said during the ceremony had me weeping. And when Danny is brought up, I’m also crying very sad tears lol. 🥹💕

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*side note: the way you write peter and sam are exceptional! I can really hear their voices come alive <3

** side note 2: just a general declaration that Sam Wilson needs a love interest moving forward in the MCU... like they’re missing out on this man and I’ll fight Marvel haha 😂😂

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Yikes! It seems my BA in Communications is not paying off 😂 what a messy reaction post lmao. I cannot communicate to save my lifeeeeee

@darke15, I can’t properly explain how much this whole series has me in a chokehold. You are a phenomenal writer and storyteller!! Seriously I’m always in awe what that brain creates 🖤 thank you for all that you do, lovely!!

~gigi💕

#💀#HOLY GOD I MISSED SO MUCH #MAAM #JAYUWJKMJAHQJJIONHHSHAGAH #sorry having a stroke over here #bs:a #<3 #fic rec

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dictatiousmaximusgaladrigal · 6 years

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#trollhunters #trollhunters spoilers #trollhunters tales of arcadia #tales of arcadia #trollhunters gunmar #gunmar #gunmar the black #NOTE: I know now that long GIFs won’t work on computers #so I’ll try my best to make them short as possible!#thank you anonymous for the tip!

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hutaoscoffinn · 2 years

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hi i saw you started writing for bsd and you really are providing! i was wondering if i could request chuuya + dazai with a virgin/ inexperienced s/o.

also you should start putting your work on x reader tags (e.g dazai x reader chuuya x reader) so that your amazing work gets more notes!❤️

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SOBS YALL ARE SO SWEET and I do already include x readers in my tags but omg this was so cute and I love this idea omg its SO CUTE AND YOU GUYS ARE SO CUTE AND SWEET okayokayokay

Warnings: very filthy, GN! Reader, this is genuinely so smutty oh my god, 18+, Dazai is a whore, Chuuya is a god of romance, fluff

Characters: Dazai Osamu, Nakahara Chuuya

Requests: CLOSED

DAZAI OSAMU

He would feel so soft knowing you trusted him with your first time oh my god

Dazai has hella trust issues and he knows that it can be hard to trust someone

Especially trust them enough to give them your first time and to take good care of you and make it something memorable and hopefully not shitty

So goddamn he felt so much of your love when you trusted him with that

That moment when you trusted him with your first time and gave him your virginity is also when he knew you are the one he wants to spend his life with

N E WAYZ

This is still Dazai so your first time is absolutely not conventional

If you think it happens in a normal bed you’re absolutely wrong

Your first time definitely happened at the ADA because this is Dazai we are talking about

Nothing about your relationship is normal or conventional because its Osamu Dazai

He is an enigma that nobody can figure out even you but you’re still the closest to figuring him out sorry Kunikida you still know nothing

Now this doesnt mean that he won’t take the best care of you the whole time

Need him to go super slow for you and take his time? He will absolutely do it

If you want him to be rough and fast? He’s more than down

Just need him to be gentle and extra loving with praise constantly dripping from his lips? He will absolutely do it

Dazai will do anything for you he’s just so happy you’re trusting him so much

And even though your first time is definitely taking place on the small couch in the ADA office, he will do everything to make sure you are comfortable physically and emotionally

I mean sex isnt fun unless both people are enjoying it

Dazai has definitely been looking forward to this moment for a while now

I mean hes a horny mother fucker and he finds you extremely attractive, hot, sexy

You probably breathe in his direction and his dick stands up higher than the goddamn Eiffel Tower

Now as far as how it happened

It was most likely a day you felt extra needy for his attention and affection, attention he is more than happy to provide

And Dazai finds you longing for his love and presence adorable and extremely attractive

Hes a man whore ofc he loves attention especially from you

So when you visit him at work, following him around and sticking close to his side holding his hand or giving him small kisses when the others aren’t looking, he cant handle it

And thats how you ended up pressed against the door of the dark side computer room Kunikida always seems to beat Dazai up in

“You’ve been driving me fucking crazy,” his voice is low and husky as it rasps into your ear. His hands slide up and down your sides as he presses his body against yours, trapping you between himself and the sturdy wooden door.

He’s breathing heavy, almost panting into your ear and you can hear his heart beat racing. Heat climbs up your neck and your face flushes with warmth. Your cheeks feel hot and you can feel his hard-on straining in his slacks. Your senses are heightened, heart beating faster as want and desire pools inside of your body as your eyes meet those of the man you love.

Dazai’s pupils are blown out with lust as he looks down at you, his face flushed with want and his lips trail down your neck.

You practically whine when his tongue swipes up your pulse hotly and Dazai feels as though he has reached heaven when he hears your voice. And yet, nothing can compare to how his heart fluttered when he hears you utter your next words.

“Osamu, baby please take me,” you beg desperately as you grip onto his trench coat, tugging him impossibly closer. He breathes in sharply as soon as the words he’s been waiting to hear fall from your lips.

He pulls back with a lazy smirk on his face, eyes dark as he leans closer to your face. The next words he whispers into your ear makes your body shiver in anticipation.

“Darling, I will ruin you.”

NAKAHARA CHUUYA

Unlike Dazai, Chuuya prefers to do things a more traditional and romantic way

Your first time with Chuuya is beautiful

Rose petals spread onto the bed, sweet candles lit all around your bedroom. Fresh, soft sheets on the bed and the finest silk pillowcases.

Chuuya adores you, you are his baby, his angel, his everything. He will always go above and beyond to ensure your comfort and to make sure the mood is as sultry and romantic as possible.

Your first time with Chuuya wouldnt happen as soon as you tell him you’re ready

He’s a patient man and he asks for your patience too, to let him make something special so that your first time is something pleasurable and rememberable

Something fit for royalty

He whisks you away for the whole day before he decides to end your night tangled up in the sheets and each other

Throughout the day he will use subtle touches he knows will rile you up as he treats you to fine dining and his time

Chuuya is a busy man, being an executive in the mafia doesnt exactly come with a lot of off time

Thats why he wants to make this entire experience so special, so that it doesnt seem like an afterthought, so you know that you aren’t an afterthought to him

He cherishes you so much, loves you so deeply, so he takes a whole day and dedicates it to just being with you before he ends it by showing you pure heaven

Chuuya will be slow and sweet, taking time to completely explore your stunning figure before he sinks inside of you

His lips will linger on your neck before he begins to slowly undress you and then worship every last inch of you

He wants to tease you, take things slow to make sure the mood is just right and that every inch of you is ready to be devoured by him

If you want roughness that will come after he has sunk inside of you and after the first round

Because there will be more than one

Chuuya is a greedy man, he will take and take and take until your body is unable to give him anymore, and every moment will be pure bliss

You dont know how long you have been on Chuuya’s lap, lips pressed messily together as he kisses you greedily. Every time one of you pulls away to breathe, the other almost immediately leans in after a split second.

“You, my angel,” he mumbles between your sweet kisses, “are my world.”

His hands trail up and down your body, gloves long discarded as his nimble fingers slip up your shirt to feel your smooth, soft skin. He grips at your hips and tugs you closer, pressing your core against the bulge you can feel straining in the fine material of his suit pants.

“Your body was crafted by the hands of the gods themselves,” he mumbles as his lips pull away from yours and he presses wet kisses to your cheek, trailing down to your jaw and then to your neck. Chuuya gently nips at your collarbone and he sucks gently, enjoying every last gasp and moan that leaves your lips.

Your back hits the silk sheets gently as he lays your body against the bed, hovering over you. His gaze slides over your body in a way that makes you feel vulnerable. He smiles slightly as he lifts the back of your hand to his lips, pressing a sweet kiss to it as his eyes flit to yours. He leans down and his lips brush against your ear making your heart speed up and face rush with warmth.

“And I am going to guide you back to the heaven you descended from my love.”

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onlyswan · 3 years

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summary: in which you’re jungkook’s lip balm fairy and you love his dimples.

> jungkook x reader

> fluff / wc: 1.5k

> warnings: you have your period that’s all !

note: hello :] i wrote this in the middle of a class i was very bored and playing with my lip balm like a pen so .

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“if i don’t apply lip balm, my lips become chapped. i need someone who takes care of this.”

jungkook doesn’t flinch when something touches his lips, instead he parts them slightly for your convenience as he keeps his eyes trained on the computer. he’s messing with the color grading of the video he’s currently editing. you are sat on his lap, both legs dangling from the big space under the armrest. you slide the lip balm across his pink lips, making sure to apply it up to the very corners.

he rubs his lips together to spread it evenly, smacking them together a few times then tilting his head in wonder. “new? watermelon?” you hum as confirmation, pushing the stick of lip balm back in the pocket of your hoodie.

“are you really going to try out every lip balm flavor to ever exist?” he asks with a chuckle before leaning in for a quick kiss. you lick your lips after, tasting the watermelon flavor.

“maaaybe. i wanted a change after cherry and honey. i’m curious about the mango one.”

“i think i like this one the best so far.” he shares his feedback, his attention moving back to his computer again. the clicks of the mouse fill the room, which feels oddly comforting that it lulls you to sleepiness.

“noted. it kinda matters what you think since you’re the one who uses up the other half.” you wrap your arms around his torso, nuzzling your face on his shoulder. his grey hoodie is too soft for you not to snuggle in for warmth and comfort.

a smile makes it way on his face upon hearing your words, his free hand rubbing your back with care. “it did just became a thing, didn’t it? you kept on reminding me to put on lip balm, then you just gave up and did it yourself.”

“you always complain about your lips getting chapped. you won’t let me kiss you even though i don’t care about it.” now that you’re talking about it, you’re actually getting upset. “i had to put matters into my own hands!”

“see? you’re assertive. it’s one of the reasons why i’m attracted to you.”

“i don’t know.” you frown. “it’s just me being a needy girlfriend.”

“yah, it’s not like that.” he pushes you away lightly to look at you in the eyes, hands resting on your hips. “you’re a hands-on girlfriend. i love that you give me a lot of care and attention.”

a whine bubbles in your throat, not liking it when jungkook scolds you. “i didn’t really mean it in a bad way though.”

“why did you sound upset then?” his tone is soft and calm, hands sliding into your zip-up jacket to rub circles on your warm skin.

“i’m on my period today.”

it’s funny how such a simple phrase can explain so much. he immediately looks at the calendar on his desk, just then dawning on him that it’s already the end of the month. of course, he knew there must’ve been a reason why you just barged into his studio without announcement - only to curl up on his lap and to poke at his dimples.

“why didn’t you tell me? don’t you have cramps?”

you tune out, not hearing his questions. “oh, there they are again.” referring to his upper mouth corner dimples. your thumb brushes over the dip, and you swear you physically feel flowers blossom in your chest. “i love them so much. seriously.”

he smiles without showing his teeth, also revealing the long dimples on his cheeks. without much ado, you give each of them a sweet kiss. he can’t help but to feel both loved and endeared by your current fascination with them, now fully abandoning his work.

“god, they are so cute. stop showing them to me or i think i’ll cry.”

his smile drops, because you do cry. without fail during the week-long monthly visit. “i thought they’re supposed to make you feel better.”

“show me again.” he obliges without second thought. you press more kisses on them before you reach lips, cradling his face in your hands as you give him three quick kisses. he can’t resist the breathy chuckle that escapes him, your adorableness tugging at his heartstrings.

“you shouldn’t have said yes when i asked you to be my boyfriend. now look! i can’t get enough of you!”

his head drops on your shoulder as laughter vibrates through his body. when he said your assertiveness is one of the things he finds the most attractive about you, he truly meant it. he thinks that’s why you and his mother immediately clicked and still gets along very well - just like how she was the one who hit on his father (a story he finds both funny and fascinating), you were the one who stepped up and asked for a label. you know what you want, and you put into action whatever it takes to get it.

he looks up at you with starry eyes, pulling you closer. “let’s keep it that way. never get enough of me, okay?“

you narrow your eyes at him. “you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

he avoids your eyes by burying his face on your neck, hiding the blush on his cheeks. “i like to be babied and praised sometimes.” his voice comes out muffled, dripping with honesty and bashfulness.

“i know,” you answer fondly. you play with the hair on his nape, twisting a strand on your index finger. “you’re my baby, even though you’re way taller than me and you have a fucking tattoo sleeve. . .”

you bite the inside of your cheek when a certain memory floods back in your mind, the embarrassment still fresh despite it being a year past you. “you’re my baby even though i’m the one who cried while you were getting your inner elbow black out tattoo. or whatever it’s called.”

he laughs again, and you hit his arm with fake annoyance. “it looked so painful! and it took hours and hours. you honestly scare me with your pain tolerance.”

he knows it must’ve took a lot of you to sit there and watch him get poked by needles, but when he told you that so far, it’s the tattoo that would take him the longest to get done, you wanted to be there and support him. you love his tattoos. you love his passion and commitment to art.

he straightens back up and looks at you with his mischievous doe eyes. “you know what pain i will never be able to tolerate though?”

“i feel like you’re about to say something cheesy.”

he grins, dimples popping out again. “the pain of losing you in my life.”

“i can’t take you seriously with that big stupid smile.” you squeeze his cheeks using one hand, his pout sticking out like a beak. “you won’t ever lose me. in fact, you’re gonna have to drag me out of your life.” his eyes soften at your reassuring words, a refreshing balance of playful yet sincere.

“you know what you’re about to lose though?”

“what?” his voice comes out animated, sounding like a disney character you can’t remember the name of. with your free hand, you use the wooden desk as leverage to make the swivel chair face to your side. you crane his head towards the computer screen, the editing software he uses still open.

“your job.”

you drop your hand, settling with holding his waist. you bite back a laugh when he uses a sarcastic tone, sassy expression with an eyebrow lift and all.

“you know i am the founder and owner golden closet films, right?”

“then you should fire your editor for slacking off on the job! he let his girlfriend in his studio during work hours. is that not a violation of the office rules?”

he gives you a challenging look. “should i kick you out then?”

“i don’t know. should you?”

he doesn’t kick you out. instead, he continues editing until one in the morning, with you fast asleep in his arms. he decides to give up when his eyes start watering from the strain.

“babe? let’s go home.” he quietly tells you, stroking your hair gently.

“piggyback ride to the car?” you mutter weakly without opening your eyes.

“you carry me. aren’t i supposed to be your baby?”

you hit his back lightly with a closed fist, groaning in discomfort. “shut up, jungkook. i have cramps now.”

jungkook experiences his oh. moment of the day.

he winces in regret. “sorry, baby. i love you. i’ll carry you up to our bed.”

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mackenzielovee · 2 years

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unpolished (3) — andy barber

summary: You think you figure some things out about Andy — and he returns the favor.

warnings: swearing

wc: 3.2k

a/n: here's a little piece just to hold everyone over while i work on other stuff!! i hope you enjoy!!!

“Call me Andy?”

Ana’s eyes are wide and her jaw is dropped as you tell her the story of your day. You chuckle and take another long sip of your drink, hoping the rush of alcohol you’re intaking will somehow make the picture of your day clearler.

You hadn’t said goodnight to Andy when you left because his office door was closed, and the last thing you wanted was to stumble over your words just to tell him you’re leaving. Instead, you signed yourself off and waited a few minutes in case he needed anything, then left.

“Yep,” you mumble, “Please tell me I didn’t completely fuck up by looking at those papers.”

Ana snorts, “You definitely did not fuck up. It’s honestly no wonder he’s divorced, I mean, he’s condescending and rude, he’s—”

“Maybe we don’t know his side of things,” you blurt, feeling some sort of protection around Andy.

“You’re defending him?” she raises a brow, “Y/N, he’s treated you like shit since your first day. He’s been nothing but rude to you, and now, what? He buys you one lunch and you’re pledging your loyalty?”

“No,” you frown, “I’m just saying that we don’t know the full picture.”

Ana rolls her eyes and drops back half of her margarita before looking over at you again, noting your hesitant expression.

“He didn’t know your full picture when he met you, and he’s still an asshole.”

Your eyes drift from Ana’s as you process her statement. You get what she’s trying to say, and eventually, you nod. She’s right. He’d been professional when he interviewed you, but wasn’t overly warm or welcoming. Since then, the only thing he’d expressed that he knows about you is where you went to school. Which is on your resume.

“You’re right,” you agree, “I deserve better than this. He has no right to treat me the way he does.”

“Exactly,” Ana smiles, then turns to the bartender, “Another round?”

You’ve never been late to Andy’s office a day in your time spent here. In fact, you’ve always been so painfully on time that you’ve had to sit in the parking lot before going upstairs so you don’t look like a maniac.

Yet, here you are, hurrying off of the elevator two minutes before you’re supposed to clock in. Your head is thumping and the greasy fast food breakfast bag in your hand is calling out to you. You’re sure Andy won’t even notice — how could he? You swear you could evaporate at that desk and he wouldn’t even notice until you failed to bring him his coffee.

So, when you round the corner and find Andy pacing in front of your desk with his hands on his hips, furrowed brows, and worried eyes, you freeze.

Not a word is said as you stand there, waiting for him to notice you. Part of you wants to greet him, while the other part of you is still fuming from your realization last night with Ana. Maybe you’re grumpy from the hangover, maybe you’re grumpy from being mistreated, but you vow to yourself that it all stops today.

Andy catches a glimpse of you out of the corner of his eye, and when he looks up and sees you, his face floods with a look of relief. Your heart tugs in your chest, but you don’t break.

“Y/N,” he says, “You’re here.”

“I am,” you confirm, walking right past him and around to your desk without so much as a glance.

“Hm,” Andy hums, turning around to face you, “One too many drinks last night?”

You frown and sit down in your chair, powering on your computer. He watches you ignore him, yet, it doesn’t seem to bother him. His stance, facial expression, and energy all remain the same.

“You have a client in fifteen minutes,” you remind him, “Might want to prepare.”

“I’m prepared,” he replies coolly.

You shrug, “Okay.”

Without another look, you tear open your bag and unwrap your food, practically drooling at the sight of the grease. Andy remains standing over you, and just before you take a bite, you can’t help but steal a glance. He looks amused, almost, at your state. His lips tip up and he refuses to look away, even though you’ve technically caught him staring.

“Go ahead,” he encourages, “Don’t let me stop you from destroying your insides with alcohol and fast food.”

You drop the breakfast sandwich back down, doing your best not to roll your eyes directly in his face. Andy chuckles at your exasperation, stepping closer and resting his hands on your desk.

“Fine. I won’t eat it.”

His smile drops, “You need to eat something. Just not that.”

You shake your head stubbornly, then fix your gaze back on your computer. He stands there for another moment before hurrying into his office. You wonder if that’s how he’s going to leave things, and if so, you wonder if you have time to quickly devour your breakfast before he sees you.

He comes back out with a protein bar, a bag of almonds, and a water bottle. He sets them down in front of you, nods down to them, and then lifts up your greasy goodness and dumps it into the trash can.

“I’ll make you some tea. It’ll help with the detox. Eat this.”

Words fail to escape your lips as Andy walks away. His offer alone is enough to cause your brain to short-circuit, leaving you with your jaw half open in your chair. You stare down at the protein bar and almonds he’d brought out, wondering if this is his breakfast. The thought that he’d give up his own food causes you to push it away.

If you’re going to be mad at him, you can’t accept any of his sudden nice gestures.

When Andy returns, it’s with a white and yellow mug and a tea bag swimming inside. The mug has a bright, smiling sun on the front, making you snort as you compare it to Andy.

“Here,” he says gently, setting it down. When he catches sight of the unopened protein bar and almond bag, he frowns. “Why aren’t you eating?”

“I—” you start, shaking off your fear of him and remembering why you’re mad, “I don’t need your food.”

Surprised, Andy leans back and places his hands on his hips, “Really?”

“Yes,” you say proudly, avoiding his eyes.

He’s silent for a moment. A long moment. Such a long moment that you almost cave, because his stare on the side of your head is enough to drive you crazy.

“Look at me.”

You obey. Then you curse yourself. Andy swallows and relaxes slightly when he sees that, at least, you’re still listening to him.

“What?” you mumble.

“You didn’t say good morning like you always do. You were practically late. You’ve had an attitude with me since the second you saw me. Ignored me when I asked you a question. Now, you’re refusing the food I’ve offered you just because I offered it. What’s going on?”

You shrug, “I’m just trying to get to work.”

Andy laughs, but it’s condescending, “I’m sure. I guess I’ll be getting my own coffee this morning.”

You clench your jaw to hide your emotions as you curse yourself. Andy’s Starbucks. You forgot it on your way to get the greasy food currently at the bottom of your trash can, thanks to Andy himself.

“Well, you threw away my breakfast,” you mumble under your breath.

Andy’s eyes widen, “Excuse me?”

You swallow under the pressure he’s laying on, letting your eyes squeeze shut. You try to urge yourself to remain strong, but instead, you cave, letting your fear of conflict with the man who employs you take over.

“Nothing.”

His stare is long and intense, “Eat and drink. We can regroup later when you’ve had time to digest.”

You don’t move a muscle as he turns and walks back into his office, closing the door behind him softly. You know it’s not a normal thing to notice, but he never worries about closing his door softly. Not until today.

With a defeated sigh, you open Andy’s protein bar and take a bite, pretending it’s full of grease and carbs, instead. Your email dings, dragging you out of your head.

So? What did the big, bad boss have to say for himself? Hopefully you didn’t chicken out.

Lunch today? I had a big breakfast. Maybe 2 p.m.?

Let me know. Don’t give in.

XOXO,

Ana

You groan and exit out of the email, opting to not respond. Your bold move with Andy seems to have failed, and you really don’t have it in you to try again. Instead, you finish off the protein bar and open the almonds, then sip on the tea. It’s hot, but not too hot, and the fact that Andy took the time to make you tea forces an excitement in your stomach that you’re certain should not be there.

You insist silently that it all means nothing, then move to stand and wait by the elevator for Andy’s client to arrive. You have no idea what Andy Barber’s definition of regrouping is, but your brain doesn’t hesitate to try and figure it out.

It’s three hours and four clients before you hear from Andy again, save bringing the clients into his office. No interaction occurs between the two of you until, all of the sudden, your desk phone lights up. You’re sure it’s a client calling in need of Andy’s extension, and you try not to actively roll your eyes. That is, until you see that it’s Andy himself.

“Hello?”

“Is that the greeting you give clients?” Andy fires back, a sort of teasing tone laced in his voice.

“No,” you say quietly, not sure how to respond, “I saw that it was you.”

“Hold my calls for the next half hour and come in here, please.”

You swear your blood stops in your veins. Your throat constricts and swallowing becomes the hardest task you face, let alone speaking.

Andy clears his throat after a second, but you barely register the sound.

“Y/N?”

“I’m on my way,” you squeak, then slam the phone back down to the receiver.

You hold Andy’s calls as instructed, then mark yourself ‘away’ on your computer. You’re not sure of the nature of Andy’s meeting with you, so you bring a pad and a pen in with you, hoping it’s all just a misunderstanding on your part.

You knock on Andy’s office door, listening to the silence on the other side of it.

“Come in.”

You feel your entire body heat up the second his eyes meet your own. He isn’t subtle as he looks you up and down, taking you in completely before he stands from his desk.

“Hi,” you say, more or less to break the silence.

He smiles.

Andy Barber smiles.

“Hi,” he replies, “Come sit, please.”

You do as instructed, dropping your eyes from his and watching the floor as you walk over. He stands tall, shoulders back, and watches you curiously as you settle in. Only once you’re seated does he sit back down.

“We didn’t have a meeting scheduled,” you tell him.

“I know,” he replies, “Your big, bad boss just wanted to check in and see how you’re feeling.”

You freeze, eyes widening as he pulls a direct quote from Ana’s email to you this morning. Andy watches your eyes dart around the floor as you try to figure out how to respond, if you should test it, or if it’s all just a huge coincidence.

“I’m fine.”

“Hmm,” Andy hums, “Is that why you haven’t looked me in the eye since you sat down?”

Your eyes dart up, meeting his own as you repeat, “I’m fine.”

“Convincing,” he mutters dryly, “I want to make sure I didn’t do anything wrong, Y/N.”

Your suspicion raises at his concern, wondering if it’s coming from your actions from this morning, or if it runs deeper than that.

“What do you mean?” you ask, watching Andy smirk.

Clearly he’s enjoying this, because he leans back in his chair and adjusts his tie, all with that shit-eating smirk lining his lips.

“Based on your attitude with me this morning, I would say I’m on your list,” he says, “Would that be true?”

You swallow, “No.”

“No?” he raises a brow, “So your little show was just for fun?”

“Yes.”

Andy chuckles to himself and sits forward, watching you squirm around in your seat. His grin is wide, and under any other occasion, you would have reveled in it.

“I think you’re lying,” he states, “I think you’re chickening out.”

You scramble to cover your facial expression as he confirms that, somehow, he’s reading your emails. At least, the one you received this morning. But, how? Your lips part but no sound comes out, because you have absolutely no idea what you’re supposed to say.

“I’m sorry for my attitude this morning, Mr. Barber,” you choke out, refusing to meet his eye, “It won’t happen again.”

“Andy,” he corrects you, his voice softer now, “Y/N, if I’ve upset you, you need to tell me.”

A part of you believes him. A part of you thinks that maybe, if you tell him you want to be treated nicer, he might just listen. But the potential violation of your privacy, of your emails, pushes you to shake your head.

“I’m fine,” you say, “Andy.”

With an unconvincing look in his eye, he clenches his jaw and nods toward the door.

“You’re free to go, then,” he mutters, “Do you have lunch plans?”

You stand and start toward the door, back to him as you mumble, “I’m sure you’re already aware.”

Andy stands abruptly, “Repeat that.”

“Repeat what?” you question, spinning around and raising your eyebrows innocently.

He shakes his head and rounds his desk, keeping his gaze on the floor. You take steps backward as he walks closer, finally looking up at you when he’s only a few paces away. When your back hits the door, he smirks.

“Enjoy your lunch, Y/N,” he says, tucking his hands into his pockets.

Your eyes scale down his body, taking in how handsome he looks in navy blue. No part of you even attempts to deny it — especially with the lack of a gold band on his left hand.

“Thank you, Mr. Barber.”

You turn again, hand on the knob as you pull it open to escape. Just as you catch a glimpse of your desk, Andy’s large palm meets the door and closes it again. Jumping, you spin around to face him, finding him only inches from you.

“Andy,” he reminds you again, eyes beating into yours.

You barely nod, “Right. Sorry.”

He doesn’t move or take his hand off the door, but instead, stares at you until you feel like his gaze is physically burning your skin.

“Last chance,” he says, his voice deeper than before, “Tell me if I’ve done something wrong.”

Your eyes travel up his suit jacket, through his beard, and up to his eyes. They’re kinder now, but not by much. He seems to be begging for some sort of confession, but, with the way your throat is constricting, you know you can’t give him that.

“Everything is fine,” you promise him weakly.

His tongue peaks out of his mouth, wetting his lips as he stares, “Alright. I’m trusting you.”

Something inside your chest tugs. Trust? You’ve never trusted Andy a day in your life, and now, he’s playing that card?

You’re sure it’s manipulation. He’s reading your emails, violating your privacy, and hoping to get something in return. The flame burns brighter inside of you, forcing you to stand a little taller, eyes now unafraid to look at him.

“I have work to do, Andy,” you mutter.

Slowly, his hand falls from the door. You maintain eye contact with him for another second, swearing he glances down at your mouth before his gaze drops completely, and then turn to let yourself out.

He doesn’t say another word, just remains standing in place as you close his door behind you. Part of you wants to collapse in your chair, replaying his facial expressions and trying to figure out exactly what cologne he wears, while the other part can’t wait to test it out.

You pull out your phone and text Ana, a plan already completely formed in your brain.

I’m gonna send you an email. Play along when you respond. Something’s up with Andy.

Knowing how Ana lives for the drama, her response is immediate.

Oooh, you’re actually calling him Andy, huh? Just teasing. I’ve got you.

Glancing back at Andy’s closed door, you drag your chair up to your keyboard and type away. If he is reading your email, you’ll know. One more snarky comment, and it can no longer be considered just coincidence.

Ana,

Lunch sounds great! I have SO much to tell you about today.

Could you bring me the names and numbers of the companies you said are looking for an assistant? I’m fed up. I need a better working environment. Andy called me into his office just now demanding to know if something’s wrong. I should get out sooner rather than later.

Let me know,

Y/N

Your finger hesitates over the mouse for exactly two seconds before you hit send. For a moment, the building seems almost deafeningly quiet. A pit settles in your stomach, wondering if you’re being absolutely ridiculous, or if all of your suspicions are true.

Ana’s response is almost as fast as her text back.

Of course! I don’t blame you — if I was as underappreciated as you, I’d have left a long time ago. Also, I heard Neal Loguidice is looking for an assistant! I’m sure he’d treat you well!

Meet you at 2 p.m. Looking forward to hearing everything.

XOXO,

Ana

Just as you exhale a breath, a crash comes out of Andy’s office. You jump and your head jolts over to the door, staring at it as if it will hold all the answers. Your entire body freezes, waiting for Andy to emerge and drag you back into his office, demanding answers.

It doesn’t happen.

Instead, your eye catches on the green light indicating Andy’s office phone is in use. For a moment, you debate picking it up. You debate listening to who he’s calling, trying to figure out if it’s in any way related to your email. Ultimately, you decide the risk of getting caught is greater than the potential reward.

Instead, you try to busy yourself with some actual work, all the while looking over at the phone line. He’s on a call for approximately ten minutes, and the second the green light shuts off, you swallow.

Andy’s office door opening abruptly forces you to jump, and when you look over at him, he keeps his own gaze straight forward. His car keys hang from his index finger; a rare sight for you given that you get him everything he needs during the day so he doesn’t have to leave.

“Hold my calls,” he gruffs as he passes your desk, not looking at you, “I have something to take care of.”

You just nod, never taking your eyes off of him until he rounds the corner. It isn’t until the elevator is off the floor that you work up the nerve to walk into Andy’s office, adrenaline running wild as you hurry over to his phone.

You redial the last number he called, only for a moment, just to get the name on the caller ID.

The Office of Neal Loguidice.

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r-is-typing · 2 years

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sticky notes | s.r

summary: in which sticky notes give them the push they needed

request: hello beautiful! I absolutely ADORE your writing! if you’re feeling up to it, could I please request miscellaneous 1, 16 (maybe 26 too?) with spencer reid? (I’m thinking maybe a fake dating trope that spencer endearingly messes up super quick, but completely up to you and what you think works best with the two/three prompts) bonus points for a bau reader (just because I absolutely love the way you write the team 😍) thank you! love you! ❤️❤️ - requested by @night-sky-full-of-stars

pairing: spencer reid x reader

category: fluff

content warnings: small mention of anxiety

r is typing...

lets not talk about how i went completely a different route, but thankfully, i know you and know you'll like what i write regardless haha. hope you all enjoy!

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“You know, just staring at her, especially that intensely won’t do you any good.”

Spencer jumped his grip loosening on his coffee cup and the tips of his fingers turning back into their standard creme color. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He looks at Morgan, placing the cup of now lukewarm coffee onto his desk next to the pile of paperwork he had yet to finish.

Morgan mumbled a ‘sure you don’t’ under his breath before walking to his own desk.

“Ugh!”

Every team member, including others around the office, looked up as Y/N threw her hands up in the air. Emily looked over at her. “Y’alright there?” She raised a curious eyebrow at the girl who shook her head. “No, I was supposed to have these copies sent over to the director on Tuesday-”

“That’s in a few days, you’re fine, pretty girl.”

Y/N shook her head. “Tuesday, December 7th.” Spencer’s mouth gaped open at the girl. This came as a shock to everyone as the date today was February 4th. “I mean, they must not be that important, right? If the director hasn’t emailed you?” JJ shrugged, patting the girl on the back.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone screw something up that fast before.”

Y/N faked a glare over to Spencer’s direction but smiled nonetheless. Leave it to Reid to soften the blow.

“Thanks, Spence.” She giggled softly, writing on a sticky note, and placing it on top of the stack of papers. Spencer smiled shyly, noticing the pastel-colored sticky notes all over the edge of her computer, her dainty handwriting scribbled onto each of them.

Sticky notes were something the girl used in her daily life, and if she didn’t use them, Y/N honestly had no idea where she’d be.

A few weeks went by, sticky notes being taken off of things, other pastel-colored square paper replacing those, and so on. A month later, Y/N walked in frantically to the bullpen. “I’m so sorry I’m late. I forgot to do a bunch of things at home that needed to be done, and my mind is just so frazzled right now.” She huffed, sitting down at her desk. Hotch just nodded, going back into his office.

Spencer stared at her quizzically. This was so unlike her. That’s when he noticed.

The small pastel squares from the top of her desk, as well as the edges of her computer, were no longer there. The way Y/N put the tip of her thumb against her lip, her teeth grazing the skin. After months of staring at the girl, Spencer concluded this was a nervous tick of hers, especially when she didn’t have her sticky notes, her mind surely frazzled and jumbled at this point.

Spencer knew what he had to do.

So, there he stood, in some store he didn’t recall the name of as he had Garcia search for said item online, immediately giving him directions to the store. He didn’t care where he was, as long as they had what he needed.

“Sir, do you need help?”

Spencer looked up, shaking his head at the female worker before speaking. “Actually, yes..” Twenty minutes later, he departed the store, a plastic bag in the passenger seat of his car. Thank god, he couldn’t wait to see the look on your face.

“Morning, Derek, Em, Spence.”

Y/N walked in quickly, giving them the daily wide smile that made the other three repeat it back to her. She walked to her desk, placing her coat over the chair and her cup of tea on the desk. “What the-” A pastel purple sticky note laid on the desk.

‘I noticed you ran out, so I took the turn in getting you some. The rest is in your desk drawer. These should last you quite a while :)’

Y/N opened her desk drawer and gasped. In the drawer was a container of what looked to be twenty to thirty pads of pastel-colored sticky notes. “Oh my..” She looked up, catching Spencer’s eyes who were already on her. Y/N closed the drawer and walked to his desk.

“You didn’t have to do that, you know..”

Spencer shrugged. “I noticed you were out, and I’ve seen how anxiety-inducing it is for you. I know if it was me, any one of you would do it.” He softly smiled at her as she looked into his eyes. “You, you’ve noticed? I didn’t realize someone caught onto that..”

“Of course I noticed, I notice everything about you.”

Y/N looked down at her feet for a moment and then looked back at him. “Well, maybe you can tell me over dinner, say Friday night, what things you’ve noticed about me, and I’ll tell you the things I noticed about you.” She smiled playing with the sleeves on her shirt.”

“It’s a date.”

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marvelwoman-sugarbaby · 3 years

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Start Of Something Amazing

CEO!Wandanat x Assistant!Mom!Reader

Something Amazing Masterlist

Words:2230

Genre:Fluff

Warning: being mad at our best friend?

Summary: When given the chance to go to a party events that will have an impact on my life will unfold.

Y/N POV

I was at work organizing meetings and schedules, when I got an email from my bosses. It says that I’m invited to their house for a party that celebrates having an amazing deal go through. I’m about to decline when my best friend just puts her arms around my neck, and rests her chin on my head.

“Hello, to you too Maria.” She looks over at my computer and reads it which causes her face to light up. “ OMG you’re going!” She says now looking at my face. “No. I have a daughter, remember or did you forget.” I say looking at her with a ‘duh’ face.

“No of course not, and if you ask I will be more than happy to watch her.” “I can’t ask you to do that.” She looks at me as though I was a crazy person. “You’re seriously going to say no, to the women that you’ve been pining over for so long.” “Yup” Then I started to write a note to decline the invitation. I don’t get far before Maria stops me by taking the computer. “Give it back.” “No” “Maria, I swear to god.” “You have to accept.” “No I don’t. What would it even matter? I barely know anything about them, and they don’t even know I have a kid. On top of that they’re my bosses, and most definitely don’t like me like that.”

Despite all this Maria won’t let up. “Come on, at least just go to have fun. You won’t even have to interact with them.” With an exasperated sigh I say “If I agree to go will you get off my back.” “Yes.” “Ugh, fine but if anything has happened to my daughter when I come back you’re going to wish you were dead.” Maria doesn’t even flinch; she has the biggest smile on her face. “Yes ma’am.” She says while doing the salute, which earns her an eye roll.

Now I’m at home getting my daughter ready to take to Maria’s while I’m getting ready for the party. I’m in a red tight dress with one sleeve and a slit down the other side, with gold accents.

“Mommy, why can’t I just go with you?” I turn around and see my little 5 year old in her loose strawberry sweatshirt and blue jeans pouting. “I already told you, it’s a grown up party.” She then walks over to me as I sit down and put her on my lap. “But I’m grown up.” “I know you are. But hey, on the bright side you get to play with Maria’s cat. You like cats don’t you?” With a sort of forced smile she nods. “Okay my little love, why don’t you get your things together so we can leave.”

Once I drop Hope off at Maria’s I make my way to Wanda and Natasha’s house. When I get there they have a roundabout in the front of their house with valet parking. ‘That’s totally not over the top for a house.’ I get out, give my keys to the valet, and head inside. Once I enter, chatter amongst everyone hits my ears. I start walking around avoiding the drinks since I have to drive myself to pick-up Hope then drive home.

I talk to people here and there but avoid having to talk to Wanda and Nat, given I don’t want to start stumbling over my words. Though of course that doesn’t work since they find me themselfs. “Y/N so glad you can make it.” Recognizing the voice as Wanda’s I turn around with the most nervous smile, seeing not only Wanda but Natasha as well. Natasha’s in a black suit with a red corset under the blazer and silver accents. Wanda is in a white suit with a maroon corset and gold accents. “Well I’m glad to be here.” “You know I’ve been watching you since you got here and you haven’t had a single drink.” I put my attention on Natasha. “Well I did drive here so I’m going to have to drive back.” “Oh there’s no need for that, we could drop you off.” “Wanda you don’t need to do that. Besides, you'd just have to come back after. I couldn’t ask that of you-“ Natasha stops me before I can continue. “You're not asking if we are volunteering.” I sigh with a smile. “Okay.” I completely surprised myself when I didn’t make a fool out of myself.

They take me over to the bar and I start drinking. Not that much, only enough to get me tipsy. Throughout the rest of the night Natasha, Wanda, or both of them are by my side and don’t leave. Once everyone starts to leave I tell them I have to go. Once I start to walk away they stop me. “We said we would take you home, remember.” With a nervous laugh I say “Riiiight.” Still a bit tipsy. ”Is everything okay?” I look at Wanda and nod. “Yes, but before you take me home I need to make a pit stop.”

They both nod,and take me to their car. Natasha in the driver’s seat and Wanda next to me. I give Natasha the directions to Maria’s house. When we get there I step out then Natasha and Wanda do the same. “You two can stay here.” “We’re coming with you.” I look at Natasha. ”I’m going to be right at the door, you will be able to see me.” Natasha and Wanda both don’t let up. “Fine.” We walk up to the door and knock. When Maria opens it she looks at Wanda and Natasha confused. Then she looks at me expecting an answer. “I had a few drinks and they volunteered to take me home.” Without a second thought Maria let all of us in.

Natasha POV

When Maria let’s us in Wanda and I stay right behind Y/N. “Where is she?” Y/N asks Maria “She’s in the playroom.” If looks could kill Maria would be dead with the look Y/N is giving her. “Why is she in the playroom Maria? It’s ten o'clock, she should be asleep.” “HOPE!” Maria then shouts. “Maria why in the hell is she up. You kno-“ Before Y/N can continue we hear little pitter patters coming towards us. It’s a little girl, she’s in a shirt with watermelons all over it and matching shorts, Maria picks her up. “Hope, save me.” Then she passes her to Y/N. “Mommy your back.” When she says that Wanda and I look at each other with equally surprised faces.

“I am. How have you been?” We look back and Hope has an excited face on. “Well first it was boring because it was just me and Aunty Maria and she was trying too hard to have fun.” Wanda and I snickered while Maria looks like she is completely offended. “But then I saw Fluffy so then everything was fun and we played in the playingroom. And when we had dinner it was spaghetti and it was yummy. Then I asked if we could have dessert and Maria said okay but I couldn’t tell you.” When she finished we looked at Maria and she had the widest eyes. “Really, what did you have for dessert?” Y/N said, giving Maria a glare. Once I let the fact that Y/N had a daughter sunk in a bit I found this whole thing amusing. “Well we had ice cream but then I also wanted cookies so we made big ones and made ice cream cookies sandwiches! And I had more ice cream on the side!” Y/N looks at her daughter with the fakest smile I’ve ever seen, and I’m on the verge of laughing. “Wow, that is so much sugar!” “I know and I was the yummyest!” “I bet. Hey, little love I have to talk to Maria for a little, but why don’t you go play with Fluffy while I do that okay.” Once she sets her down she runs right for the cat.

When we look back at Maria she’s trying to slip away. “Maria Hill, where do you think you’re going?” “Wha-what nowhere I was just- because- and then- yeah.” Y/N gives her the millionth look of death. “ I don’t have many rules, Maria. There’s only two and it's to make sure she stays alive and with you, and don’t give her so much sugar before bed. What is so hard about that?” “I know but she gave those baby puppy eyes and I just couldn’t say no. Are you really going to look at me and tell me you would have the guts to say no to her?” Y/N looks her dead in the eyes. “Yes.” “Okay well you gave birth to her so you’re immune.” “Maria, it's called self restraint.”

Before they can continue any further Hope comes back. “Mommy, when can we go home? I'm tired.” Hope says yawning leaning on Y/N and clinging to her eyes closing. “In a minute. Maria, I need the car seat from your car. We didn't take the one in my car before we left.” “Yeah, here’s the keys.” We all go outside but, once we are outside by the door Hope starts whining tugging on Y/N’s dress. “Mommy, up.” “Why don’t you go to Aunty Maria and I can hold you once I get everything set okay.” “No, I want you now.” Hope says on the verge of tears. “Okay, come here. Maria?” “I got it.” She takes the keys and I go to my car and wait for Maria. Once she comes over we start putting the car seat in the car. “If you hurt her I don’t care if you’re my boss I’ll hurt you just as bad. Okay now let’s get them ready to go home.” I’d say I’m surprised by that reaction but they are very close during work so I’m not. I also would never say this out loud, but I tend to get jealous anytime she’s able to make her laugh or smile. That should be me and Wanda doing that, but soon enough after the two of us ask her out we’ll be the ones getting her to laugh and smile. Of course Maria will still be there, but it will help to know she’s dating us. Once everyone gets in the car Wanda comes to the front seat, and Y/N stays in the back with Hope, who is passed out.

Y/N POV

Once we get to my house with some direction they follow me inside. “If you two want you can stay here while I take her up to her bed.” They sit down on one of the couches, and I head up carrying Hope. I tuck her in and head back down. I grab a glass of water, then I sit down on the couch opposite to the two.

“So what is it the two of you wanted to talk about?” They both look at each other then Wanda speaks. “How do you know we want to talk to you about something?” With a smile I say. “Well you just said you would drop me off, and you did, but then you followed me inside. I don’t know about you, but I don’t do that unless I have something important to talk to the other person about.” Natasha smirks as I drink some water. “I’ll get straight to the point, we want to take you on a date.” I damn near choke on the water, and Wanda and Natasha come over to help. “What!?!” “She said we want to take you on a date?” “I know, but I have a kid that you didn’t know about until today.” “I know and she’s adorable.” “You know close to nothing about me.” “That’s exactly what dates are for sweetheart.” I look at Natasha then Wanda and take a second to try to take all this in. “Aren’t we supposed to go to HR if we plan on going on dates?” “Only if the first one is good enough to get a second.” I look at Natasha with a small smile. “Okay, but it can’t be a date at a restaurant. I hate those kinds of dates.” “Deal, now if you want we can get out of your hair.”

They both stand up but I grab their hands and stop them. “Hold on, you two are not just going to set up a date and just leave.” “Well then what are we going to do?” “I like loose clothes so I have a lot. Which means I have clothes that will fit you both. So we are going to take a shower-“ they both have smirks on their faces. “separately, then we are going to go to my room and watch Netflix.” I look at both of them and Natasha is the first to speak. “That sounds good to me, as much as I wish the shower thing were a bit different, but I can live with it.” I then look to Wanda. “I guess I could live with it too.” “Right, well let me just show you where everything is and we can get ready.”

Little did I know but this would be the start of something amazing.

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☆HOW TO PROPERLY PREPARE 4 AN EXAM☆

Studying for exams is something essential in students lives. We all spend most of our time preparing for those sheets of paper that we are so afraid of and, sometimes, we do it in the wrong way without even noticing it.

Some of us use study-to-pass methods, which aren't effective because you will end up forgetting everything that you studied!!

That's why we all should learn how to study in a way that we don't only pass the exam, but also remember everything (or most part of it).

So, here, I'm going to show you not only how to properly prepare for an exam, but also how to keep those things that you studied in your long-term memory, so you don't forget them!!

A little disclaimer: this is how I prepare for exams, but that doesn't mean that you have to prepare for exams like this too, and that's ok <333 Everyone is different, so our study and organization methods are. Just try this method and, if it doesn't work, you can try another one or even make your own!!

For being able to prepare properly, you will have to start studying from four to two weeks before the exam, it depends on how difficult you find the subject and how easy it is for you to study.

The steps to prepare for an exam are:

1.- Plan your study sessions

Planning our study sessions ahead is very important if we want to stay organized. But, how do we do that??

First, write a list of all the things that you will have to study for the exam.

In a calendar (it can be weekly or monthly) write which day you are going to study each of the things that are on the list.

Leave two or three days before the exam for revision, which means that you won't study, only review what you have already studied.

2.- Eliminate distractions

Before we start studying for an exam, we have to declutter our workspace. Put away the things that may distract you and leave only the stuff that you will need for your study sessions, such as your stationery, your laptop, etc.

Once you have ended with physical distractions, it's time to end with the virtual ones. Set time limits on your phone or delete some apps, and install website blockers on your computer.

Since we won't have anything that distracts us, it will be easier for us to stay focused.

3.- Start studying!!

Once you have done those steps, it's time to sit down, open your books and start studying.

Make sure that you follow your study plan correctly and that you don't procrastinate.

Each time that you finish studying and understanding very well a certain topic, cross it out on the list, so you know that you won’t have to put a lot of effort into it when you review it.

And when there's a topic that it's more difficult for you, mark it with a circle or something like that, so you know that you will have to review it more.

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Now, you just need to know how to properly study and review.

• Active studying vs passive studying

Usually, students that study actively tend to have better results than students that don’t.

By studying actively, you don’t only make sure that you understand a certain topic, but you also retain that information in your brain for more time, or in other words, in your long term memory.

So, you have to avoid passive study methods, such as only reading your notes, textbooks, etc.

You have to avoid the easy and effortless methods because they’re not the more effective.

Some active study methods are:

The 60 seconds review

After every class, take 1 min to write the two or three main ideas by memory.

Rewrite your notes

Write them in your own words, using keywords and simple definitions that are easy to memorise.

Test yourself

Before studying something, write some questions about the most important things and, after studying, answer them

Don’t memorise, learn

Try to explain a topic in your own words to make sure that you understand it. Once you do so, study it (if you do it in your own words too it’s better).

You can find more active study methods on YouTube by searching “Active recall”, but these ones are the ones that I use!!

All these methods force your brain to think about what you have studied or what you are about to start studying. This helps to keep that information in your long term memory.

• Review

As I said before, you have to leave some days before your exam to review all that you have studied.

By reviewing all the information, your brain remembers it and slowly starts to keep it in your long term memory (because reviewing is an active study method too!!).

The steps for reviewing in a proper way are pretty easy:

1.- Take a paper

Divide a paper into 5 sections:

Title of the topic

General information

Keywords and their definitions

Things you forgot

Corrections

2.- Write

Put away your notes and books and complete each section by memory except the ones of things you forgot and corrections.

3.- What went wrong?

Take your textbooks and notes and compare what you wrote with what it’s written.

Write the corrections in the “correction” section

Write the things you forgot in the “things you forgot” section

4.- Review

Just review what you didn’t remember or what you were wrong at.

5.- Repeat

Do the whole process again until you get it all correct.

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While you are studying for an exam, you have to consider some things that don’t have anything to do with studying, but that will help you to prepare properly and to succeed:

• Take breaks

Studying is very important, but resting is too.

When we study a lot of time, we end up feeling exhausted and overwhelmed, that's why we have to take breaks during our study sessions. They shouldn't be only breaks of ten minutes but of half an hour or so. Remember to don't use your phone or any technology on the breaks, because if you do so, you won't relax at all. Do a chill activity, such as reading, writing, drawing, painting, etc.

Also, by resting for a long period of time, your brain will be able to retain the stuff that you studied before more easily.

• Sleep enough time

We need to sleep because it gives us the energy that we need for the day.

You should sleep from 8 to 10 hours per day if you want to be fully rested, so stop sleeping just because you have to study isn't a good idea.

• Have water and snacks near you

Staying hydrated and eating is something VERY important for everyone.

It's normal to feel thirsty or hungry while you are studying, that's why I recommend having a water bottle and some healthy snacks always on your workspace to avoid standing up, going to the kitchen and, as a consequence, stop being focused on what you were doing.

(omg this is so long- I’m sorry lol)

I hope that you find this guide helpful!!!

Act like the person you want to become~

Take care!! ♡

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