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[4mrplumi]

01. spiderwocky ── 'spidey' bot

platonic | spiderverse x spiderman!reader x batfamily | ms. list

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index. prologue , chapter one , chapter two , chapter three ... to be continued. based on this

“there are more advisable ways to source materials, (name),” a robotic voice ushers in your ear, “i could run a route for the nearest hardware store, safe enough for you to reach”.

you wave her out of your head, murmuring around your breath as you examine the multimeter in your hand. “‘s alright, spidey… they won’t mind me borrowing.”

you’re cooped up behind a large cargo box in the batcave, looking for throwaway tools to use, hoping to be able to fix the sp//dr suit before returning to queens. you’ve known bruce’s tech since you first came around, piecing out the fact he was batman soon after. batman and his batplane, his batmobile, his batgrapple… hell, maybe even a batGPT? he won’t notice if you snatch a little something.

“they’re out, can’t be too bothered to roam out in gotham when there’s perfectly available gizmos here, can i?” you chew on a fruit candy you nicked from the kitchen earlier, it might be damian’s, you’re not sure, “won’t be back till… eleven, tops?”

sp//dr crawls down your arm, her metallic legs causing a pin-prickly sensation, and making you shiver. “rather still, (name), i do not like advocating for such behaviour. what would your father think of you stealing?”

you stiffen for a second, pressing your lips into a thin line. “yeah, what would he?” you manage to scoff, shutting the lid of the box you were scouring through. “run a scan on the tech in here, would you? maybe there’s a micro-comm i can slip out-”

a shooting sensation of anxiety fills you, and you’re suddenly skittering to the nearest wall, sp//dr following close in suit. the water-curtain in the batcave parts to make way for a jet, the engines whirring so, so quietly, you think you’re hallucinating it. 

the hatch starts to open, and sp//dr whispers at you to climb up the wall, hide in the dark before you can run off. batman and the littlest robin hop out, their conversation to far away to eavesdrop on… for a regular person.

you narrow your eyes at them. super-hearing isn’t something you’ve experimented with, but you know it’s there, recalling the way your ears nearly exploded the first time your spidey-sense kicked in. maybe if you really concentrate? you squint at them, and the quiet becomes clear.

“perhaps it’s an installment… such work has become very popular as of late.” the little robin says, crossing his arms as batman types away on the long, long keyboard at his computer. “i doubt it,” he replies, his voice always sounds like gravel being rubbed against cement when he puts that cowl on, you think, “witnesses say it ‘showed up out of nowhere’, and the footage glitches out before the structure came in.” the screen in front of them switches to a recording, in black and white, crunchy even with the computer’s high data compatibility. 

you don’t stick around, scampering up the wall to the shaft you came in through, quiet as a bug as you stalk out from behind the grandfather clock that decorates the opening. the batman can figure out weird happenings in his city, you just need to be capable enough to help yours.

spider crawls onto your wrist, her metal parts rearranging themselves to turn into a bracelet. her voice hums out from a little blue dot on it, forever monotone. “please now, (name), return to your room without detection, fixing the suit can wait for tomorrow.”

you can’t help but smile a little at her instruction, slipping your new tools into the pockets of your jacket. “maybe it can,” you mutter back, under your breath, swiftly making distance from bruce’s office after you leave it, “but it’s not going to, is it?”

(name), duke notes glancing at the kid, who seems thoroughly submerged in schoolwork at the dining table, is more quiet that he’s accustomed to.

now- that’s not to say he’s used to (name) at all, having barely spoken to them last year, and missing them the year before that when they went off on some trip over the summer.

but it had been impossible to ignore the atmosphere of supreme awkwardness that followed the kid like a ghost, when they shifted on their heels, wanting to ask dick if they could hang out, or tim if he could look at some “cool question” they got as homework. now, that awkwardness had just been replaced with something… quiet. something still, and simpler. it was a drastic change, making him purse his lips into a thin line each time he saw them run back to their room the second everyone got back home from patrol. 

he wants to ask if anything's wrong, but… how? what would he even say? duke isn’t close to (name) at all, and it’s not like anyone else is either. heck, he’s barely even seen the kid. the house is decorated with pictures, relics from everyone (but... you) that bruce keeps up. in comparison, you drop in to the manor for a few months, haunting the place, before leaving just as quickly as you came. he didn’t even time to acknowledge you existed the first time he met you, too tired from patrol to be able to entertain any of your questions. wouldn’t it be weird to just… bluntly ask what in the world’s wrong with them, when he doesn’t know what’s supposed to be right?

duke looks away sheepishly when (name) glances back, seemingly aware of his staring. he’ll ask, he will. he just needs to figure out how… and when. when tim creeps into the living room, still in his suit, (name) crawls away up the stairs without acknowledging him, quiet as a bug. before… everyone just chose to excuse the noise (name) made. 

tim turns his head to where duke’s looking, the space now empty, and shrugs in dismissal. (name)’s not sitting there anymore.

you haven’t blinked in ten minutes, the thought drifting idly at the back of your head. you’re camped out in the dingy stairwell of some building, sp//dr’s little inbuilt projector painting a slideshow on the wall in front of you. her voice buzzes out from microscopic speakers.

“everything i could compile in the given time,” she speaks, “the information was protected quite fiercely… barely existed at all.” 

“so- what? like this doesn’t have a lot of notes or something?” you ask, scribbling down the words you see onto sticky notes, pasting them on the pages in your journal. sp//dr pings in acknowledgement on your wrist, switching to the next slide.

the batwing suit, one of the most high tech wearables you’ve ever had the opportunity to look at. call it inspiration, you’d murmured to sp//dr when she inquired about why you wanted the files on it, it’d be both a development in your knowledge and good for the sp//dr suit.

really, it was. the interior skin had similar properties to the hypothesized “nanotechnology” a guy at school had talked about, and the extra features would have genuinely enamored any mecha-geek.

your notes were simple. the “system” acted similar to sp//dr, and she already had a compartment in your suit, so it wouldn’t be too important. gyroscopic assist… that’d be interesting. most of your time’s spent swinging around, and the motion control on your suit is pretty good already, consider it an upgrade?

what’s most interesting about the suit is the toxikinesis, and energy negation. now, so to speak, you’re aware of the batman’s cautions against metas. apart from the signal, you’re not too well aware of anyone with any kind of powers in gotham (apart from yourself right now).

but hell, releasing poison mist? nullifying energy? that’s got to be cheating! even with all the other things the illustrious spiderman can do, it’s too cool of a thing to let up. before having to move into the manor with bruce wayne and his entourage of coloured birds, you’d lived with your father’s files taking up all the room on his desk, leaving only the stuffed drawers for the pictures you made for him. 

he’d been illustrious in his own right, taking out the little time he had to spend time with you. but not really be with you. still, in his interest, you took to technology too, tinkering with little robot kits your father’s friends gifted you. and it stuck. even after you were pulled out of school one day, the teacher’s expression looking unfathomably sad. the remorseful hunch of the officer’s back who’d eased you into telling you about your father’s accident was the only thing you looked at, your little kiddish throat feeling dry. 

it had stuck with you after you were put into bruce wayne’s house, as per your late mother’s wishes. it stuck with you after you were sent away from the manor to boarding school for most of the year. it stuck with you even after the sharp pinch of the spider that bit you a few months ago, changing the trajectory of your life in a way you couldn’t complain about.

in the midst of your “studies”, you hear a doom slam, and shouting ensue. in regular gotham fashion, it’s vulgar, filthy and loud. spiderman responds to conflict with fight. (name) prefers flight. you shove everything into your bag, scuttling down the steps as the shouting gets louder, something about hogging the elevator before it starts making your head feel hot and dizzy from anxiety.

the suit’s going to need work. the batwing suit’s fairly slimmer than your bulky mecha, making the components proportionate would take time.

maybe you could ask… no, he’d be too busy anyway. your tongue feels like lead when you lie to sp//dr. she asks; “what are you thinking about?”, you say, “a lot of things.”. you're not thinking of anything at all.

in your silence, sp//dr’s monotonous company is like a soothing balm. so soothing in fact, you don't see a stray sticky-note glitch in red and blue, and then; disappear entirely.

₊˚⊹ a/n : was this bit kind of a nothingburger... maybe. next entry sometime soon,, we'll get to see the society there. thanks for reading!!

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[asxgard]

Open Secret | one shot

Dr. Frank Langdon x chief resident!fiance!f!reader

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Summary: A patient just won’t take no for an answer — making your relationship with Frank all the more obvious.

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Anon Request: request for Frank and the reader where they are engaged and enjoy the privacy until the patient the reader is consulting on, continuously asks her out and ignores how she says no. Just making the reader uncomfortable

Note: I apologize for how long this took! I hope you like it

Word Count: 1.5k

Most of my works are 18+ due to adult language and content

Warnings: foul language, hospital setting, medical inaccuracies, patient making reader uncomfortable, reference to past violence against healthcare workers, sexual harassment

not beta read

It had taken Frank a lot of hard work, but he came out on the other side — now an attending in the Pitt. You had been promoted to chief resident, and then came his proposal. Sweet, to the point, after a fancy dinner and a vow of everlasting love. You had, of course, said yes.

The Pitt was known as a gossip mill for a reason, so while you never wanted to keep your relationship a secret, you wanted it private.

Especially to keep as much stress off Frank as possible.

You had seen him through his hardest times, and he had promised you the best after rehab, from there on out. Robby was hesitant and made his caution obvious, but the Pitt ran on as normal.

After busying yourself for most of the morning, you began evaluating the next patient, trying not to ground your teeth in annoyance. You were a pretty woman, but patients flirting with you almost always set you on edge. You had to laugh it off, smile, gesture to the engagement ring on a chain around your neck and try to let them down easy — rinse, repeat whenever necessary.

This patient — a thirty-five year old male with a scruffy beard and a helluva lot of persistence — was only souring your mood further. Frank had been freed from the confines of resident overtime, but you were still expected to pull your fair share, even as chief resident.

“Come on,” he drawled, “I can take you out, relax you real nice.”

His shit-eating grin sent shivers down your spine.

You forced a smile, “I’m sorry, it’s unethical to go out with any patients of mine. And I don’t think my fiancé would be all too thrilled.”

You tried to busy your hands on the computer, going over his history. He had cut himself pretty good on a construction site, and then proceeded to faint, hitting his head on his way down.

“He clearly ain’t doin’ his job! You’re wound tighter than—”

“Excuse me, Mr. Halverton, I’m going to go order your MRI. I’ll be right back.” You were quick to exit the room, throwing a warning glance at Perlah who was coming into the room.

At the charge desk, Frank immediately caught onto your foul mood, as you were typing forcefully like it might calm you.

“What did that keyboard ever do to you?” Frank asked, a smile lilting his voice.

“You know if MRI is backed up?” You asked instead of answering.

“Aren’t they always?”

Your frown deepened.

“Something wrong?”

You let out a long sigh and shrugged, “I can handle it.”

He raised an eyebrow at you but didn’t say anything. You excused yourself to check on a few other patients. You were just wasting time, but why was this patient getting to you? You had certainly dealt with worse. With a huff, you figured to just face your problem head on and move on with it. Once he was stitched, you would have no other reason to see him except to check on him — and surely, you could pass that off to Mel or Whitaker.

“Sugar!” He said as you entered, and you winced.

You reiterated your name to him, repeating your last name twice so perhaps he would catch the hint.

“Aw, your boyfriend not use pet names with you, dollface? You not used to a man’s affection? That’s a damn shame.”

Your jaw tensed, “Fiancé.” You corrected tersely, “Now I don’t talk about any personal matters at work, especially with my patients — so if you could stop, I would appreciate it.”

“Appreciate it enough for a date?”

Your eyes flickered to his chart again, double checking he wasn’t drunk or high. Both negative, so he was just an irritating dick who couldn’t take no for an answer. Had you been at a bar, you would have at least been able to walk away, or leave — but you were getting close to passing him off to Frank or Robby and just be done with it.

“I’m not going to ask again.”

“Feisty! I like it.” He chuckled before wincing, looking back down at the gash along his arm. “Maybe you can kiss it and make it all better? Sure would love that mouth—”

“Mr. Halverton, we need to get you stitched up.” You said, cutting him off, “Let me go get that set up for you.”

While Mel was capable, Whitaker made more sense — plus he was less likely to be flirted with. You could supervise and hopefully that would force the man to shut up.

As always, Whitaker was happy to help — especially when you offered to get him a muffin afterwards. He had been confused by the offering until he stepped into the room.

“Oh, sugar, he ain’t gonna do — I want you.”

Your jaw locked into place and Whitaker looked back at you with wide eyes.

“Mr. Halverton—”

“Ted, please.”

“Mr. Halverton, this is a teaching hospital and Dr. Whitaker is a very capable resident.”

Mr. Halverton’s eyes flickered between you, then he raised a brow. “And I can refuse. I want to be seen by someone who’s not a resident.” He smirked like he had won, “Know you want to get your hands on me, come on.”

A dangerous smile curled on your lips, “Well, if that’s what you want, then I will be sure to do that for you. Whitaker, come with me. I’ll be right back, Mr. Halverton.”

You escorted Whitaker out of the room, eyes scanning for Robby.

“That guy’s a real piece of work.” Whitaker said, glancing back to the room.

“You get used to it.” You told him, leaning on the charge desk.

Whitaker frowned, “You shouldn’t have to.”

You let out a long sigh, “You’re right, but we still do. Can you go find a nurse for me? I’m going to get Robby.”

Whitaker raised a brow in question.

You smirked, “I’m still a resident.”

His eyes lit up at the revelation, smiling to himself. He darted off to find a nurse.

Frank slid beside you, “Looking for someone?”

“Have you seen Robby?”

“Trauma-1. Can I help with something?”

You pursed your lips, “You’re not going to like him.”

He raised an eyebrow and you drank in his handsome features. His smile and blue eyes always seemed to steady you, and the deep breath you took felt like you had finally gotten some air.

“Patient wants someone who isn’t a resident.” You explained with a shrug. “Just needs some stitches and an MRI.”

Frank hummed beside you, “I’m free for a few minutes, want me to take a look?”

You side-eyed him, “You’re really not going to like him.”

“Puh-lease, I could do stitches in my sleep.”

“Alrighty then, Central-5.”

Frank disappeared into the room with Princess trailing behind him with a suture kit. You glanced back up at the board, looking for something on the other end of the Pitt. You made small talk with Dana as you assessed who would be your next patient.

“Give a guy a little warning next time.”

You jumped, startled by Frank suddenly beside you.

“I told you that you wouldn’t like him.”

Frank narrowed his eyes at you. “He kept demanding to see you and I informed him you were a resident — our best resident, but still — and I was going to be handling his case. He was pissy and uncooperative after that. Said he needed your number because I quote, ‘her boyfriend clearly isn’t satisfying her’. Boyfriend.” Frank’s lips set into a deep frown at the last part.

“Why did you think I wanted Robby for a cut-and-dry suture?”

With a frown, he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Are you pouting?”

“No! Just…”

“He was being a pig, Frank. Every time I steered him away from flirting with me, he rounded back with even more persistence and gross comments. Even after I reminded him about the morals of going out with a patient, having a fiancé and being generally uninterested. Several times.”

“You could’ve come to me sooner.” He said. “Could’ve gotten Ahmad to stand in there with you.”

“I was uncomfortable, Frank, not in danger.”

“You know things can escalate from 0 to 100 around here. You deserve to be safe and not be harassed.”

You sighed, remembering all the times it had, “Yeah, I know.”

He rubbed his hands along your arms with a sincere smile, “Gotta ask for help if you need it, sweetheart.”

“Not sure asking my fiancé to come in to fend off guys flirting with me will really deescalate the situation.”

He scoffed, “I’ll defend your honor every day of the week. As your attending…and maybe a bit as your fiancé.”

You chuckled, “Did you give him a piece of your mind, then?”

A sly smirk stretched across Frank’s lips and that was answer enough.

“He wasn’t so subtle.” Perlah said, dropping off a chart.

“So I suppose our engagement will be the shot heard ‘round the world.”

“Engaged? Thought you were only dating, congratulations!” Princess said, coming to stand next to Perlah, who undoubtably had gossiped about Frank’s interaction with Mr. Halverton.

For as much as an open secret you regarded your relationship, Perlah’s voice carrying across the Pitt made it much more open and not so secret.

And honestly? You were okay with that.

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[juyeoz]

SOFT SPOT — HAN TAESAN

SYNOPSIS — To the eyes around you all, you and Taesan are enemies. You hate anything to do with each other and recoil at the mention of your names. However, behind closed doors, you two are completely different — inseparable. Clearly, Taesan and you will go to an extent to keep your relationship private.

PAIRING — fake-enemy-but-boyfriend!taesan x gn!reader

CONTAINS — kissing, corny love birds Likee i kinda recoiled when writing some lines, and literally just fluff.

WORDCOUNT — 1007 words

NOTE — soph sent that taesan pic and our lives were changed……..and this fic was born duhhh!!!!

“Absolutely not!” You exclaim and spin around in your chair after hearing a few words leave your superior's mouth.

Mr. Lee looks taken aback by your response. Yes, everyone knows about the ongoing battle between both Taesan and you, but your reactions to each other’s names being mentioned never fails to catch them all off guard. 

In the office, you and Taesan never get along. It's been this way since the beginning of your careers. 

Yes, you two have taken a liking to one another since you met, but you couldn’t let anyone else at work know about it, so you played it off as enemies. 

Well, you two at least pretended to want to do nothing with each other to make things less obvious. 

The “enemies” title was given by your coworkers.

Therefore, working with each other is never an option. You “can’t” even stand being in the same room as him, making working in the office a “terrible” experience.

“I won’t work with him.”

“Please, the two of you are the only free ones. We need this proposal by tonight.” Mr. Lee explains with a pleading gaze.

“Then I’ll work on it alone. I don’t need his help.” You say while collecting your scattered papers on the surface of your desk.

“That won’t do.” 

“And why is that?” 

You stack your papers into a pile and turn off your computer in a swift motion as Mr. Lee sighs from behind you.

“It’s too much for one person to handle. With his help, you’ll surely get it done.” He crosses his arms over his chest as you snicker.

Is he looking down on you right now?

“Whatever that means,” you begin and stand up from your seat, with your papers in hand. 

“I’ll work overtime. It can’t be that hard.”

Although it has only been three hours since you uttered those words, you surely are regretting them now.

There you sit, staring at a blank document showcased on your monitor. No matter how long you sit in silence, nothing is coming to your mind. 

Brain fog is after you, and clearly, it doesn't need to try so hard to catch up.

The longer you waited for something, a starting sentence, words — even an overall idea to come to your mind, the more and more workers left. The sun is starting to set, casting an orangey light on your belongings.

In distress, your hands pull at your strands as you let out a groan of frustration. 

You should have listened to what Mr. Lee suggested, but you couldn’t let your relationship become known.

Everyone is used to both you and Taesan rejecting any projects that have to do with one another, so, if you switched up, would they have questioned it?

It sucks, really. You want to spend time with your boyfriend at work, but there are too many eyes on the two of you. To be honest, you can’t even recall why you chose to keep your relationship a secret. It could be because of the awkward tension that would come if you two ever break up and everyone knew about it.

That is a possibility.

The only times you two interact romantically are in the break room when you coincidentally both end up there at the same time. The teasing glances that make your eyes lock with one another and break out into a smile. Or when he secretly leaves anonymous sticky notes on your desk belongings.

Other than that, there is nothing. However, despite that, things will be seen eventually. 

“What’s worrying your pretty mind, love?” A voice approaches you from behind, instantly calming your tense figure due to the familiar warming tone. 

It’s Taesan — your loving boyfriend and so-called workplace enemy.

“A proposal.” You inform as Taesan’s hands slide down from your shoulders and his chin rests on your head.

“Is it the one Mr. Lee suggested we do together?” He asks and you hum in response.

“Why’d you say no? I would be more than glad to help you.” 

“It’ll draw too much attention if I agree, no?” Your head begins to turn to look his way, causing him to rise from his resting position. He looks down at you and smiles while you look up at him.

“That’s too bad.” Taesan begins, then leans down to give you a short and sweet kiss on the lips, which you happily return. 

“If it didn’t, then I could’ve done that many times during work hours instead of after hours.” He teases while your face becomes slightly flushed.

“Why don’t I just help you now? I mean, there’s nobody around…” The boy suggests as your hands lower into your lap.

“Would you actually?” 

“Of course. Here, let’s have a food break first. You seem too overwhelmed by everything to even continue your supposed brainstorming process.” 

You roll your eyes at what he truly meant — your flustered expression — and rise up from your seat for him to lead the way to the break room. 

“A coffee will do?” Taesan questions and you nod. 

“That and your presence, of course.” You reply, giving him another kiss on the cheek once you reach his side.

“Hey.” He stammers out because of the sudden warmth on his cheek. Now, it’s his turn to be left a blushing mess.

“Only I can catch you off guard with a kiss.” He says and you laugh while interlocking your hand with his. 

Out of nowhere, his thumb rubs against the skin of your hand — a reflex he has whenever he intertwines your fingers with his own.

You hum at his words, pondering on his new sudden rule.

“Doesn’t that seem unfair?” Your brow raises as you say your question and look over at the boy interrogatively. Taesan looks back at you, holding eye contact with no signs of breaking it and smiles.

“Not at all.” Taesan replies to your question.

Best believe, after his words, you earned yourself another kiss on the lips for him to prove whatever point he had.

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[wendichester]

𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 strictly professional,

summary. you're dean smith's new secretary and boy--it's hard to keep your thoughts from wandering.

pairing. dean smith x secretary!reader

wordcount. 1073

notes. slight smutty ; mdni!

The first time you meet Dean Smith, he barely looks at you.

You walk into his sleek, minimalistic office, resume in hand, and he simply gestures for you to sit, eyes still locked on his computer screen. He types something, clicks his mouse, exhales through his nose. Then finally, he looks at you.

And damn.

His green eyes—sharp, assessing—sweep over you as he leans back in his chair. His suit is tailored to perfection, crisp and expensive-looking, dark blue that makes his sun-kissed skin pop. His tie is a deep burgundy, knotted neatly at his throat, and when he tilts his head, his jaw flexes in a way that should not be sexy.

But it is.

"You're the new hire," he states, voice smooth, cool. A businessman’s voice.

You nod, clear your throat, stating your name. "Yes, sir. Your new secretary."

Something flickers across his expression, something unreadable, and then it's gone.

"Welcome to Sandover Bridge & Iron," he says, and just like that, you're in.

Two weeks in, and you should not be fantasizing about your boss.

But it’s hard when he looks the way he does, sleeves rolled up to reveal strong forearms, tie loosened at the end of a long day, glasses perched on the bridge of his nose as he reviews contracts.

And it’s harder when you catch him watching you sometimes, gaze lingering when he thinks you won’t notice.

And it’s damn near impossible when he calls you into his office after hours, voice low and smooth through the intercom.

“Need you in here for a moment.”

You step in, closing the door behind you. The office is dimly lit, the glow from his desk lamp casting sharp lines over his face. He’s loosened his tie completely now, the top two buttons of his shirt undone.

"Late night, sir?" you tease lightly.

He exhales, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah. Paperwork never ends." Then his gaze lifts to yours, intent. "You’ve been doing good work."

You blink, caught off guard. He usually isn't one for compliments. "Oh—thank you."

"I mean it," he says, sitting back, studying you. "You’re sharp. Fast. Pick up on things quick." A small smirk tugs at his lips. "Can’t help but notice you watching me like you’re trying to figure me out."

Your stomach flips. Heat creeps up your neck. "I—um, well, I like to be observant."

Dean hums, standing up. He takes slow, deliberate steps around his desk, stopping just a foot away.

"That so?" he murmurs. "And what have you observed?"

Your breath catches. You shouldn’t do this. Shouldn’t let this happen. But he’s so close, warmth rolling off of him, cologne wrapping around you.

"I…" You swallow. "I’ve noticed that you work too much. That you don’t let yourself relax."

His smirk grows, lazy, knowing. "And you think you can help with that?"

The room feels smaller, air heavier. Your pulse pounds in your throat.

You don’t know who moves first, but suddenly, his hands are on you—gripping your waist, pulling you flush against him. His mouth crashes against yours, hot and wanting.

You gasp, fingers tangling in his hair as he lifts you onto his desk, knocking over a pen holder. His hands slide up your thighs, pushing up your skirt, fingers teasing at the tops of your stockings.

"Tell me to stop," he pants against your lips. "Tell me this is a bad idea."

You don’t. You can’t.

Instead, you tug at his tie, pulling him back in.

"I don’t want to stop," you whisper.

And that’s all he needs.

Dean groans into your mouth, his hands tightening on your waist like he’s anchoring himself, like if he lets go, he’ll come to his senses. But he doesn’t want to. You feel it in the way his fingers grip you, in the way his breath stutters when you rock your hips forward, seeking more.

He’s all heat and strength between your legs, suit still sharp but unraveling fast—tie loose, shirt wrinkling under your touch, belt clinking as he pushes against you.

“This is insane,” he murmurs, pressing open-mouthed kisses down your jaw, over the sensitive skin of your neck.

You tilt your head, giving him more. “Then stop.”

He growls, low and rough. “You know I can’t.”

His hands slide up, pushing your blouse up with them. His fingers brush the lace of your bra, teasing, and you shiver, gasping as his mouth follows, warm lips dragging lower, tongue flicking over your collarbone.

You don’t know when you start unbuttoning his shirt, but soon, your hands are splayed over his chest, feeling hard muscle, the heat of his skin. He hisses when your nails scrape lightly down his stomach, hips jerking forward, pressing his growing arousal against you.

“Fuck,” he grits, forehead dropping to yours. His breath is ragged, fingers flexing against your hips. “You’re making me lose my mind.”

Your lips curl into a smile. “Good.”

Dean lets out a sharp laugh, shaking his head, before crashing his mouth against yours again, hands trailing down, tugging your skirt higher, fingers ghosting over your thighs, teasing at your soaked panties.

The knock on the office door nearly makes you jump off the desk.

Dean jerks back, eyes wide, breathing hard.

“Mr. Smith?” A voice—some poor, oblivious intern—echoes through the door. “You still in there?”

Dean curses under his breath, running a hand through his hair before calling out, voice forcibly even. “Yeah. What is it?”

“There’s a last-minute revision on the quarterlies. I can slide them under the door if you want.”

Dean exhales sharply, leveling you with a look that’s both frustrated and amused. You press your lips together, trying not to laugh.

“Yeah, do that,” he says, stepping back, straightening his tie, though it doesn’t do much to hide the way his shirt is still unbuttoned, his belt unfastened.

A few seconds later, the rustle of papers sliding under the door is followed by retreating footsteps.

Silence.

Then, you burst out laughing.

Dean sighs, scrubbing a hand over his face, but there’s a smirk playing at his lips. “This is what I get for breaking my own damn rules.”

You hop off the desk, adjusting your clothes, still grinning. “And yet, you’re not saying you regret it.”

His eyes darken, fingers catching your wrist as you pass. He pulls you back, tilting his head.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice low and promising. “We’re nowhere near done.”

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The Dream Team || (Pietro Maximoff x reader)

GIF Originally posted by @steve-rogers

Words: 2441

Warnings: Some swearing, minor injury.

Summary: You and Pietro went on a mission and had a rough day. Y/n is an agent like Natasha.

Author's Note: I loved writing this one!! Most of the story is a hilarious, action-packed flashback of what happened during the mission. This is my first post and I’ve been working on it since August, so I hope you enjoy it.

-- Christina

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The file landed on Steve’s desk with a smack.

He looked up and found you and Pietro standing in front of him. “Well, if it isn’t The Dream Team.” He smirked.

The rest of the team coined you and Pietro as ‘The Dream Team’ because of how well you worked together. Yes, you had the occasional quarrel, but ultimately balanced each other out and kept the other in check.

Pietro stood with his arms crossed. “Is that what you wanted?” He asked, flatly.

Steve flipped through the documents. “Yup.” He barely glanced up to thank you. “Great work.”

‘Great work.’ After everything you went through today, he could at least look you in the eyes.

What was supposed to be a simple mission to retrieve intel from a covert HYDRA office in Delaware went completely sideways. It was supposed to be a low-key job: get in, grab the files, and get out, but it turned into a full-fledged, cross-city chase and an overall hell of a mess.

➳

You and Pietro stood about a mile out from where the HYDRA laboratories were located. 

Leaning against a tree, you watched as Pietro was kicking dirt, waiting impatiently.

You were waiting to meet up with a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent who went undercover as HYDRA personnel a couple of months ago. They were going to get you past security and into a HYDRA scientist’s office so you could retrieve documents.

You jumped when you heard rustling from the trees, making Pietro spin around, too.

“What was that?” Concern washed over your face as branches continued to snap.

Pietro stepped in front of you, fist at the ready.

Emerging from the foliage was a woman in a business suit holding a briefcase.

You both exhaled and looked around.

“Hello, sorry for the scare.” The blonde-haired woman said. “It's a perfect day for a walk."

The both of you stood confused for a moment until you remembered the rest of the code sentence. "Oh right! I hope you brought an umbrella, just in case it rains."

She nodded. "So, you’re the ones I’m supposed to meet with? Agent Y/L/N, Maximoff, correct? 

You both nodded.

“I’m Agent 13.” She said, flashing her badge.

She placed her briefcase on a tree stump and opened it to reveal a computer. She began typing away. “Turgeon is on an hour lunch break, which leaves his office unattended and gives you two plenty of time to grab the file." 

You could hear the clicking of keys on the keyboard. 

“I was able to make a copy of Turgeon’s ID card too, so opening doors won’t be a problem.” Agent 13 continued. “Once you’re past security at the front doors, take the stairs; there’s less of a chance you’ll be recognized. Then, you’ll go to the 9th floor, swing a left, and the office will be the third door to your right. Do not draw attention to yourselves. We can’t risk anyone recognizing you.”

“Got it.” You and Pietro replied.

“Okay, I temporarily shut down their security system, but not for long.” She looked up at both of you. “You’re up. Get in and get out.”

“Ready?” Pietro turned to look at you.

“Ready.” You confirmed.

He scooped you up, and in a second you were a few meters away from the building, hidden behind a white van parked out front.

Pietro smoothed out his shirt, and you fixed your false glasses in the van’s mirror.

You began to worry. “This is stupid. How is no one going to recognize us? We’re literally so recognizable right now. It’s like how no one knows who Superman is, but it’s so obvious.”

Pietro walked towards you and put a hand to your shoulder. “Look at me.”

You were reluctant to, but you did it anyway.

“Take a breath, okay? Don’t worry.” He said calmly. “Just don’t draw attention to yourself, and we’ll be out of there before you know it, m’kay?”

You took a breath. “Okay. Let's do this.” You peeked out from behind the van, and once the coast was clear, you both made your way towards the front doors.

The security cards worked; now you were in the building and headed towards the stairs.

You stopped as a man with a mop and bucket was blocking the doorway to the stairs.

“Sorry. Can't use the stairs. Clean up.” He said flatly.

“Really?” You questioned.

“Seriously?” Pietro rolled his eyes.

The man shrugged and continued mopping the floor.

“Elevator, I guess.” You suggested.

You headed over to the elevator and repeatedly pressed the button.

The elevator doors opened to reveal about 10 people crammed like sardines. They tried to make an effort to shift around to accommodate Pietro and yourself.

You both tried to keep a low profile on the elevator ride. You didn't worry much; everyone was pretty preoccupied with the documents and folders in their hands that they didn't really look up at the two of you.

Once you arrived on the 9th floor, you and Pietro stepped out and made your way down the hall. 

You could see agents here and there, popping in and out of offices.

You arrived at Turgeon’s office and walked in. Pietro shut the door and you closed the blinds. 

You were looking for information on ‘Project Red Sky.’ Some files were more recent and on a hidden network, so you shoved a USB drive into the computer and began uploading everything. And some files dated back to the 60s, so Pietro went through the filing cabinets in search of information.

“Found something!” Pietro called out and placed the file on the desk.

You looked through it. “Great! Uh… just fold that up and put it in your pocket or something.”

“You’re sure that’s safe?” He questioned.

“It’s four sheets of paper; I think we’ll be fine.” You reassured him.

Once everything had been uploaded, you removed the USB and opened the office door.

With Pietro in front, you walked back down the hall towards the stairs.

Just then, someone bumped into you by accident.

The man who was previously looking down looked up at you, now puzzled.

“Sorry.” You said, head down as you continued down the hall, now a little faster, trying not to be recognized.

You could hear indistinct whispering behind you and felt people’s gaze upon you. You tugged on the back of Pietro’s shirt to give him a signal that you two had probably been compromised.

Pietro fell behind slightly to make sure that you were safely in view.

How nice, you thought sarcastically.

You peered over your shoulder. Not paying attention, you stumbled over a file cart that was being wheeled across the hall. Pietro used his powers to quickly stop you from hitting the ground.

Your arm was wrapped around his neck. “Woah. Thanks.” You said, looking into his blue eyes. Then you snapped out of your daze and realized what he had just done: shown his abilities in a place where that meant trouble. 

If the agents hadn’t already noticed you then, they sure did now.

“Hey!” A HYDRA agent called out.

You snapped your heads up.

“It’s one of the Enhanced. And her? She's with the Avengers!” The agent said, pointing straight at the both of you, who stood there like two deer in headlights.

The Dream Team had been caught. And that’s when shit hit the fan.

You and Pietro looked at each other and spoke in unison. “Aw, damn.”

One of the agents shot a device that latched onto Pietro, just as he made a move to grab you and run. The device sent a little shock wave through his body that immobilized his abilities. 

“Gah!” Pietro clutched his side.

It seemed to be a power inhibition device.

Alarms began to sound as HYDRA agents poked their heads out from their offices. 

He urged you to keep running. 

You grabbed Pietro’s arm and pulled him along, down the hall and towards the stairs. You threw the door open and started jumping down the steps as quickly as possible.

HYDRA agents were popping out of doors in the stairwell and joining the chase.

You reached the bottom of the steps and threw the door open aggressively.

“Hey!” Shouted the janitor.

“Sorry!” You yelled back.

“Why must you apologize for everything?” Pietro asked hurriedly.

With Pietro, plus about a dozen HYDRA agents, on your tail, you made it through the lobby and outside. You both stopped and looked around for an escape plan.

“What do we do?” You asked.

“We can’t keep running; they’ll catch up to us. Y/n!” He said hastily as agents approached.

You looked from left to right and spotted the van from earlier, with its back doors open.

“Shut up and follow me!” You said. 

Grabbing his arm, you pulled him into the back of the van and shut the doors behind you.

Pietro sat in the driver's seat. “I—uh.” He hesitated, unfamiliar with what he was supposed to do.

“You don’t know how to drive?!” You shouted as you could see HYDRA agents exiting the building from the side mirror. 

“Well, I didn’t really need to know how, now did I?” He questioned, making a running motion.

“Get up!” You shouted as you threw him into the passenger’s seat.

You plopped yourself down in the driver's seat and turned the keys that were still in the ignition.

You stepped on the gas pedal and drove into the city, HYDRA agents on your tail in their black SUVs.

“Get Tony on the phone.”

“Wh—”

“Don’t question me; just do it!”

Pietro took your phone out of your pocket, dialed Tony’s number, and put him on speaker.

“Hello?” Tony's voice rang through the phone.

“Tony! We need your help.”

“Y/n? Who’s ‘we’?” He asked.

“Me and Pietro.”

“Let me stop you right there. Speedy’s been on a pranking rampage, hiding my tools, screwing with my tech, and now expects—"

“Listen, I’m sorry, but I don’t give a crap right now.” You said, rushed. ”You can give Pietro shit when we get back.”

A soft “Hey” came from Pietro.

“Long story short," you continued, "we’re on a mission, and we’re on the move in the city. Is there any way you can autopilot the Quinjet to our location?”

“There’s always a way.” Tony reassured.

“There’s no way we can escape them!” Pietro looked back at the black SUVs following you.

“Hold on!” You ordered.

“Whoa!” Pietro shouted as you took a sharp right turn.

And another sharp right just in case.

“Jesus!” He yelped, the phone slipping out of his hands.

“Sorry! You can never be too sure.” You advised as Pietro picked the phone up from the floor.

The black SUVs were no longer behind you, so you guessed they drove right through the intersection.

“Tony, I need an ETA on the jet.” You said urgently.

“Okay,” Tony said, “There’s a parking lot about a quarter of a mile west from your location. I can land the jet there.”

“Perfect. I’ll let you know when we board the jet. Bye!” You said as Pietro pressed the end call button.

You spotted an alleyway and turned into it. The both of you rocked as the van hopped the curb and skidded to a halt.

“Get out.” You said quickly, unbuckling your seatbelt. “What?” Pietro questioned as he unbuckled his.

“HYDRA’s looking for a van, so we’ll be better disguised if we ditch it.” You jumped out of the van and slammed the door, prompting Pietro to do the same.

“Let’s go!” You started on foot.

You and Pietro were running down the sidewalk, people jumping out of your way.

You looked back and saw the black SUVs from before, rounding a corner.

“Seriously!?” You said, breathlessly.

HYDRA caught up to you… again.

Pietro started. “But you said—”

“I know, I know.” You cut him off.

“Can’t catch a break.” He said, as you both began running faster.

Luckily, you were getting closer to the Quinjet.

You approached the parking lot and ran as fast as you could through the loading hatch door.

Once inside, you ran upfront to press the video screen, “Tony, hurry! Start the engines and get us out of here!”

Then you pressed the ‘close door’ button as the SUVs got closer.

“Hurry.” Pietro waited impatiently, as he watched the agents exit the vehicles.

“C’mon, c’mon.” You whispered as the door closed slowly.

"Got it!" Tony said through the video screen on the dash.

The engines started up, and the plane slowly lifted into the air.

You sighed. “Thanks, Tony.”

“No problem,” his voice echoed through the small screen, “But you’re in for it when you get home, you little bastard.” He pointed to Pietro, and the screen turned off.

Pietro rolled his eyes and plopped himself down in one of the seats, just as you did.

Finally, you both had a chance to exhale.

➳

“Seriously, all of that only for you to say, ‘Great work’?” You questioned Steve.

“What?” Steve chuckled. “Were you expecting a hug?”

“Yeah! Maybe…” You shouted, which made him look at you, confused. “Ya’ know what? A hug would've been nice after the day we just had.”

Steve looked at you with a face that had ‘sorry’ written all over it. “Y/n, you know I was just—”

“Ah ah—” You interrupted him. “Good day, Steven.” You slapped your hand on the desk and marched out of the office as Pietro loosely followed.

You walked down the hallway, thinking about how you definitely reacted too harshly. You knew Steve was joking and didn't deserve that outburst. 

After all, he was only doing his job and giving orders. You knew he was busy, and now you felt bad for shouting at him. 

It had been a long day. You just wanted to climb into bed and rest your aching body.

You felt someone poke you. As you spun around to face Pietro, he wrapped his arms around you and rested his chin on your head.

“Oof—” As much as you wanted to resist, you melted into his arms. How could you possibly fight this after the day you just had?

“There’s your hug.” He said with a smile.

“Thanks, Pietro.” You smiled.

“No problem. Also, I'm pretty sure Steve feels very terrible now.”

“Shush,” you tightened your grip around Pietro, “I'll give him his apology hug tomorrow.”

➳ ➳ ➳

Completed December 2024 ©2024 yourtypicalwriter

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Watch Dogs: Imagine being an ex-employee for Blume, working for DedSec and Wrench asks you out.

requested by anon

Note: nowadays all requests are done straight to asks, this is my old template of posting and I no longer have their asks!

A/N: I had a blast writing this <3 I hope you like it too!

Young you walking through Blume’s gates for the first time, lured in by your ex, had felt amazing. You had graduated from college with excellent grades, and working for Blume, the “better future”, held all your dreams together. You had imagined helping to build assets that would assist those in vulnerable positions, and changing the world into something better.

But then you first got introduced to how exactly ctOS worked, and everything you had believed in came crumbling down. Now, you truly saw what Blume was doing, gathering information about people without them consenting, behind a veil for a better future. It was sickening to see, but you were too deep to get out without anyone suspecting anything.

So, you moved out of the city you had lived all your life in, you lied to your boss that you simply need to take a break from work. You and your ex had separated a few months before that, so leaving him behind wasn’t a problem — especially when you weren’t even sure if he’d be accepting of Blume’s ways. He was more in the office and not really in the technical field like you, he may not even know what Blume is doing. But you wouldn’t be able to risk it, if he ever told Blume that you’ve told him about secrets they had made you vow never to tell outside that room with towers of data… you didn’t want to find out what would happen. It could be possible that they’d silence him too.

Your journey eventually brought you to San Francisco, where you got yourself a little apartment downtown. You knew you probably would be wiser if you just left the USA altogether, somewhere where Blume wouldn’t be able to find you and you could try chipping on them remotely, but… you couldn’t run and hide in another country you didn’t know. So you set up your computers and tried to find a way to help… but then, one day, you got a bag in your head and you got dragged somewhere. And your first thought was that Blume had found you, found out you were trying to sabotage them, and now they would silence you for good.

So when the bag was taken off your head, you assumed to see Dušan Nemec in front of you, accompanied by some Blume security guards. But instead, you saw four people around you, and it didn’t take long to figure out who they were – DedSec. A woman, a guy with a mask, a dark skinned, sturdy man, and a young man in a green hoodie, slightly turned away from the rest of you.

Your mouth opened and closed a few times, before you shook your head. “I’m not…”

You didn’t know how to finish the sentence. Your attempts to breach Blume’s network, you had occasionally come across another foreign signal while probing through their systems. You had collided with it a few times, but now it made sense. It should have made sense at the start. It had been DedSec, and now they probably thought you'd been trying to sabotage them.

You sat there frozen, your eyes jumping between them. But then the woman who stood closest to you huffed with a slight smile. “Relax. We’re not here to hurt you.”

You swallowed, a small hint of relief washing over you. “I wasn’t targeting you, I’m sorry if it looked like that.”

The guy wearing a mask snorted. “Yeah, we get that. If you were targeting us, you’d have done a pretty bad job, even for a Blume counter hacker.”

“Wrench,” the woman sighed, shooting a glance at the man. He shrugged and fell silent.

The dark skinned man stepped forward. “You’ve done a pretty solid job, considering you’ve done everything alone. But you know, it won’t take long before Blume will track you down. They’ve already found the area the unwanted signals are coming from, and in a few hours at most, your apartment will be raided. It isn’t safe for you to go there anymore.

You shot up to stand. “But my whole life is there, all my—”

The man held up a hand. “All your equipment, all your data, all your personal belongings. We know. We already retrieved them. And we also wiped your info from the housing database. 

Wrench snickered. “And the database will tell them that the apartment was rented by a giraffe-crocodile named Fuck Off.”

You blinked. “You… how?”

The man in a green hoodie finally turned towards you. “You only had a mattress without a bed and a few laptops, and some food. It wasn’t hard to get them out.”

The woman cleared her throat. “We’ve had you on our radar ever since we first noticed your signal a few days ago. Not because we think you’re a threat, quite the opposite. You could be useful for us.”

You frowned. “You mean… you’re trying to recruit me?”

The woman nodded. “You have the freedom to choose, of course. If you say no, we will prepare a burner phone for you with a few contacts so you’ll be able to disappear. But there’s a chance Blume will find you again unless you get out of the country, and even then it’s possible they’ll keep chasing you if there’s even a slightest doubt on their end that you’re the one who sent that signal.

You sighed. “So, my options are joining DedSec or running away and pray Blume won’t find me. Splendid.”

Wrench put his hand over his chest. “You make it sound like working with me wouldn’t be an opportunity of a lifetime.”

“The thing is,” the woman spoke again, “that you’ve already started fighting back. You clearly have a desire to bring Blume down, but you just don’t have resources for it. If you join us, we will have your back, we will teach you to hold the ropes and show you how exactly you help.”

You looked down at your hands, and your fingers twitched slightly as your thoughts fought with each other. What other choice did you have? 

The woman stepped closer. “Listen, we’re not here to pressure you. We just wanted to give you the chance to make the call before Blume does it for you.”

“And they will,” the man in the green hoodie added. “Blume doesn’t let loose ends walk free. You’ve seen what they do. You know too much now.”

You turned your head and stared at the wall. “If… if I do this, there’s not going back.”

You saw from the corner of your eye how the dark-skinned man shook his head. “Not to your old life, no. But the life waiting for you with DedSec? It’s worth it.”

Wrench suddenly jumped in, throwing his arms wide. “Yeah! You get to hang with super cool hackers! What’s not to love?”

You felt everyone staring at you, and then you carefully nodded. “Okay. Okay, I will join. But I won’t be doing anything crazy, alright? At least… not at first. I need time to learn.”

The woman smiled. “Welcome to DedSec.”

Wrench whooped, slinging an arm over your shoulders. “You’re gonna love it here! First mission: pick your hacker name. And no, you can’t steal mine, but I’m open to inspiration.”

—

A lot had happened during the past year. For the first three months, you had a hacking bootcamp held by Josh, and you ended up becoming pretty good at it. And now, you were doing just some checkups on your firewalls even though it wasn’t really necessary but it was a good way to pass time. Wrench sat by his workbench, you had noticed he was quieter than usual. When it was just the two of you, he wouldn’t shut up. He’d swing jokes and stories your way, but now he was just sitting there, fidgeting.

But then, he spoke. “Uh… are you finishing up soon?”

You snorted. “I’ve been finished for about an hour, just passing time for now.”

He turned on his stool. “Oh, cool. That’s good.”

He stared at you for a moment, and you stared back. You caught his mask showing heart eyes for a fraction of a second, and you frowned. “What?”

“Um, I was thinking… we’ve worked together for a long time, right? And… I think you’re cool. Really cool. Coolest person around. And uh…” he stammered, his mask displaying a heart again for a moment before disappearing. “I was wondering if… we could go out tonight? Not as DedSec partners, nor really friends either. Or I, I mean if you want to go as friends, that’s cool too, but… I was thinking of like, a date. With me?”

You froze, staring at him in turn. His mask flickered between three different emoticons, and you held back a smile when you realised he was panicking.

“A date?” you echoed. You wanted to make sure you heard right, understood right. Maybe his mask glitched somehow, it was so not like Wrench to panic like that.

He nodded while wringing his hands together. “Yeah, a date. Like a dinner, or a movie, or just a walk in a park I guess. I just… I want to get to know you better, beyond uh… friendship. No pressure! If you aren’t interested, we can pretend this discussion never happened, and I can go back to just being friends, or colleagues, or—”

“Wrench,” you interrupted, unable to hold back a smile now. “I’d love to go on a date with you.”

He froze for a moment, then jumped up, his mask displaying fireworks. “Yes! Okay, awesome, cool. Cool, cool, uh. What do you want to do? I’m going to make something amazing, like movie-level amazing. But not like, cheesy rom-com amazing,” he babbled, then froze again, looking at you. “Unless you like cheesy rom-coms. Do you like cheesy rom-coms?”

You laughed, standing up and walking up to him, before you took his hand into yours and squeezed. “Relax, Wrench. Anything we will do is fine, as long as you’re there.”

He was quiet for a moment, and his mask went through multiple emoticons again. Heart eyes, blush, joy… before he lifted his other hand to the side of it, resetting it to those default X’s. “You’re going to make my mask short–circuit if you keep my heart rate jumping like this.”

You laughed again, bringing his hand to your own chest so he could feel the rapid thumping of your own heart. His mask settled into heart eyes again, and you looked behind you. “Do I need to dress up for where we’re going?”

He was quiet for a moment, then shrugged. “If you want to. But you look gorgeous either way.”

You felt yourself blush again, and you knew Wrench was also bright red behind his mask. And you knew that this date would be amazing either way.

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Electric Love: Pt. 1

Edgar [Electric Dreams 1984] x Gn!Reader

All of my fics so far have followed the same universe, so I thought it's only logical that I post an introduction to that universe.

The old man peering at you through puffy eyes and age seemed to have an air shrouded in mystery. His thin, white wisps of hair seemed to stagnate in place as he adjusted his button down.

“This old thing has been around for years now,” he gruffed—an unreadable tone—as his hand encased the yellowed plastic, “I don’t remember what happened to it; must have dropped it, or let some animal chip away at it.”

The dingy, vintage computer before your eyes surely had not been dropped, nor torn into by some animal. It sat upon his countertop completely destroyed; as if it had burst and shattered from the inside out, ripping the glass into jagged shards. You swallowed this thought; this was no time to debate the old man. He seemed to be quite senile as it was and pushing any further seemed like a fruitless effort. Instead, you stretched a thin smile his way, pursing your lips in thought.

“You actually think you can get this thing to work again?” he queried, raising a salt and pepper brow at your expression.

“Well, I’m not sure, but… I’d like to try,” what you hadn’t told him, however, was your infatuation with electronics. Ever since completing your bachelor’s in computer science, you have been tinkering away at many different projects in between jobs, building custom PCs, fixing old Game Boys, and many others. This little computer was an addition to your ever growing collection.

It came from a company you had never heard of before, only to learn it had become defunct in the 80s due to some inexplicable software issues in their products. This certainly intrigued you, as prodding into its code could provide some useful insight to real, vintage tech that just doesn’t exist anymore. But, that’s only if you manage to fix the heap of destruction limply hung before you.

The old man stiffened at your words, ever so slightly, before rattling out, “Well, if you do, don’t bring it anywhere near me. I can’t stand all this tech, and gadgets, and whatnot. Pisses me off.”

“Right,” you interjected, knowing people like him tend to go on long, anti-future, anti-technology rants, trying desperately to beat him to the punch, “well, how much do you want for it?”

He stilled, contemplating for a moment, “twenty-five should be fine.”

“Perfect,” you chirped, padding against your pockets and bag searching for some cash. Pulling out your wallet, you waded around the folds, only to find a crumpled up and faded ten dollar bill and a debit card.

“Ah, I’ve only got a ten…”

He rolled his eyes, “of course you do, you got PayPal, then?” Your cheeks flushed a burning red hot from embarrassment, “ah, yes, I do-”

“Great, just pay me that way,” he bent down and scribbled something messily onto a note, “here’s my information. I made sure to set this up for people like you, you know. Nobody carries cash anymore, or so my grandson tells me.”

You force out a nervous chuckle.

“That’s certainly true… these days, ah…” you unlocked your phone and began inputting his information into PayPal before pressing send on the digital payment, “okay, it went through.”

“Perfect. You need help getting this hunk of junk to your car?”

“No, I should be fine, thank you, sir,” you croak as you heave the broken computer into your arms, heading towards his door.

“Well, come back if you want to buy anything else. Nobody goes to yard sales anymore, it seems.”

You can only turn your head and chuckle at his quip, before awkwardly dashing out of his apartment and towards your car. The dampened asphalt from the rain squelched under your toes as you lugged the large piece of tech to the passenger side.

“There,” you whispered, to nobody in particular, as you awkwardly buckled the computer in place, “hopefully you won’t fall that way.”

And just like that, you were off, headed towards home to begin the massive project that was repairing this obsolete device.

“What to do with you?”

You groaned as you thumped the solid mass of plastic and metal against your desk, “you’re incredibly broken.”

First and foremost, it needs a screen replacement. Which is easier said than done. Especially considering the company who manufactured these things hasn’t existed in 40 years. Unfortunately, a close replica will have to do. Maybe you could even upgrade its screen with something with a bit more prowess.

Poking inside of its components seemed to tell a different story. Miraculously, none of the motherboards were damaged with the same ferocity the screen had been. There seemed to be some sort of dried, caked on water damage of some sort, that left a sticky residue, but otherwise, everything seemed to be relatively intact. The yellowed casing could use a wipe down from the thick layer of starchy dust, but it seemed to hold its original shape with surprising ease.

Following a closer inspection, it seemed as though the glass screen, and the components in charge of illuminating it, were the only things in need of replacing. A quick browse on Amazon, some tech forums, and a post on Reddit should be a good start in finding a usable replacement for this sad, broken gadget.

For now, however, you get some isopropyl alcohol and a soft bristled toothbrush to chip away at the water damage on the motherboards in hopes of restoring the electrical connections. You were quite hopeful that you’d get this little guy up and running just as soon as you could find the right parts. It’s only a matter of time.

[henneseyhoe]

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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[evanpeterswhoresblog]

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...”

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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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PAIN STROKES ❥ MADZ ARGY

𝐬��𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬. when madeline’s job is to write a piece on a famous artist she doesn’t realize it’s who hurt her all those years ago allowing old feelings to resurface and turning entranced souls into something much more complicated.

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭. yes, you can find it here <-

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. ANGST ! enemies to lovers, ex best friend trope, alternate reality, artist!femreader x journalist!madz!, happy ending!

𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬. i’m living for these heavily plotted fics, ty for the request! & yes the title is on purpose :) if there are any typos or grammar errors have mercy on me … i just started my winter classes! but here’s a long one for uuu

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. 3.8k +

“okay everyone! we’re on a time crunch. we just got word that our rivals are doing pieces on musicians so we’ve decided to assign you an artist for your excerpts and…” madeline’s boss looked down at her notepad. “i have here miss argy for the feature piece.” she announces and everyone congratulates madeline who is super excited.

“holy shit… thank you!” she smiled, beaming at the news.

her boss nodded. “of course! your hard were has truly paid off madz. your feature piece will be on…” she then looked back down to her notepad before pointing out the name. “yn yln!”

as soon as madz heard that name her heart dropped. she felt her mouth go dry. yn. all those unresolved feelings were starting to simmer up each second that passed but she recovered trying to keep her face neutral with a fake smile and nod.

your boss smiled and read from her notepad. “wonderful artist based in new york! ive seen a lot about her and i'm sure you’ll enjoy it! you’ll be responsible for the interviews as well as the cover photo. we have already talked to miss yln about the interview so all you need to do is take notes, take a couple of feature photo shots, and write the piece.”

she gulped nodding before returning to her work which was now turned into tracking yn down and actually having a conversation with her.

meanwhile, when yn got an email from the said office that madeline worked at letting her know what date and time the interview was. it was on a friday over dinner and she was told to dress formally.

the day came and madeline had to reach out to her personally confirming the time for the dinner.

to ynyln@gmail.com

from madelineargypub@gmail.com

Hi Yn, hope you’re doing well. I will be at Oceana for our reservation at 7:30 PM. It is midtown. A quick search and you won’t miss it. Hope to see you there.

Regards, Madeline Argy.

yn saw the email from the paper that told her about a feature she’d be in so she hurriedly and excitedly clicked on it not prepared for what was about to cover your screen.

holy shit. madeline? she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. her childhood best friend was the one that was going to be interviewing her — writing about her.

she gulped, her mouth suddenly became dry as nervousness settled in her stomach. she thought about all the possibilities but one thought stayed through all of them. what if she hates me?

she felt her eyes sting so she ultimately decided to close her computer shut. if she didn’t look at it the feeling would go away. no… it didn’t.

she paced around the room. today she was going to see madeline. how would she survive? she thought. it felt like the end of the world but reluctantly when the time came, she got dressed formally and found herself taking her time. she wanted to look her very best before looking at herself in the mirror and heading out the door.

her heels clicked as she made her way inside the restaurant giving madeline’s name to one of the hosts before they guided her to the correct table. she turned a few corners to a more secluded and fancier area of the restaurant before gracing her eyes over madeline’s figure.

yn’s thoughts swarmed. she looked absolutely beautiful. the same yet so different. her hair was longer now and face more flushed than yn remembered. she thought it was her normal but madeline was just incredibly nervous as was she.

yn continued to survey madeline noticing she had the daintiest jewelry on as she scanned the menu trying to distract herself.

yn slowly approached her allowing the host to announce your arrival. “ms. argy? waiting on ms. yln correct?”

she locked eyes with the ground before slowly looking up at you. “um.. yes. thank you.” she smiled politely at him before moving her eyes to yn’s.

for her, it was like time stopped. she admired the way yn slowly changed into who she was meant to be even though it hurt her in the process.

the awkward tension slowly seeped in as yn sat down bidding the host goodbye.

the both of them were quiet for a moment. yn didn’t know whether or not she should speak first. she felt the guilt rise in her chest but decided to speak up. she bit her lip before opening her mouth. “how have you been?”

her voice was soft and cautious. she was afraid to look up but when she did she knew she had a good reason. “how have i been?” madeline repeated, her voice laced with hostility. yn felt small as madeline’s eyes glared at her. “are you fucking serious right now yn?” yn could tell she was mad. not even mad — upset.

even though it’s been a few years since the both of them saw each other, yn remembered everything about her. the both of them knew madeline couldn’t ever hide how she truly felt from yn. well, besides what resided deep within.

yn saw how her eyes started to water and drifted away from her own. she was lost in her thoughts. in that day.

one voicemail from yn

“hi madz um.. dont be upset with me please but i’ve decided to move to new york. i didn’t tell you because um well, i don’t want you to make any decisions based on mine. you know where you’re going in life madz… i dont and thats why im here. i’m here to find out what exactly that is. please, see where im coming from i… i love you. gotta go. talk soon.”

the way her heart shattered. she quickly called yn back with tears pooling in her eyes. the phone rang… and rang. voicemail. she tried again. and again… and again. voicemail. she tried so many times but no answer. yn had ghosted her.

madeline didn’t hear from her ever again, until now. madeline’s lower lip quivered. “i…” she tried to speak but the words only came out like a whisper. she sighed taking a deep breath. “you could’ve at least said goodbye.”

yn pressed her lips together harshly trying to keep herself from crying. “i…im sorry madz.”

madeline immediately shook her head. “no… no you — you can’t call me that.” hearing that nickname again brought her back to all those years ago.

yn clearly saw the distress on madeline’s face so she obliged. “i’m sorry madeline.”

madeline furrowed her eyes looking around the room before speaking once again. “why’d you do it? you never called. a voicemail. that’s all you left. a voicemail yn. no calls no texts. nothing. why?” madeline’s heart was racing as she confronted the situation head-on.

yn took a deep breath. so they were doing this now. finally. “i did it because i felt it was the best for the both of us madeline. i… i had my own personal reasons but that was the main one.”

madeline immediately seemed confused. “wh..what?”

yn looked around the room trying to blink her tears away. “you were always so sure of yourself madz… madeline. so stable. i wasn’t. i… i felt like i needed to surround myself with a new environment and figure out what i was supposed to do. who i was supposed to be.” yn voice faltered a little before continuing. “i… i didn’t want to hold you back.”

madeline’s scoffed lowly. “didn’t want to hold me back… that? that is your excuse for completely ghosting me?” the tone of anger and hurt laced in her voice was apparent.

“i…” yn had nothing else to say. she knew madeline had every right to be upset but she couldn’t tell her the real reason why she had moved. the raw truth. “can we please just… do this interview.”

madeline sighed. “unbelievable. so you’re just not going to explain? like at all?”

yn stayed quiet.

madeline’s eyes shed one single tear. “do you even care about how much you hurt me, yn? how you completely shattered my heart?”

yn looked up at madeline seeing the vulnerability she was showing. madeline never used to be this way. “of course, i care madeline. it wasn’t like that.” yn placed a hand on her head feeling the stress get to her.

“then how was it yn? madeline shot back. “a voicemail yn. that shitty voicemail was all i got after years of friendship. years.” her fists were clenched.

yn took a breath in from her nose. “like i said, i thought it would be easier for the both of us. i was thinking about you!”

madeline shook her head. “no. you thought about yourself. it would be easier for you.” she corrected. “you have no idea how hard it was waking up everything to realize you were really gone. thinking that at the end of the day, i didn’t matter to you.”

yn felt like madeline was putting words in her mouth. “you think it was easy for me? i had to leave everything behind madeline — everything.” yn’s eyes started to water. “this town, my family — you. i couldn’t explain it without making it worse…”

yn looked down not wanting to see the disappointment on madeline’s face any longer.

madeline poked her cheek with her tongue. “so you decided to just disappear?” her voice cracked. “you don’t get to decide what’s good or bad for me yn. that’s not fair that you took that choice away from me.” her voice was shaky, madeline hated the vulnerability she was experiencing right now.

“i was scared of everything madeline. scared that if i told you what i was doing you’d talk me out of it. scared that if i didn’t go i would be giving up following me dream and just being who i wanted to be. sacred of… just…” yn hesitated catching herself quickly. “of everything.” she said shortly.

madeline’s expression softened noticing the end but too focused on what yn said in the beginning. “i’d never hold you back yn. i would’ve supported you through everything. that’s what a best friend does.” her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

yn bit her lip with a sigh. “i know that now.” she said quietly, her voice laced with guilt and regret. “i was just so wrapped up in my own fears that i couldn’t see how selfish i was. i… i’ve regretted everything since then madeline.”

they both fell silent, the weight of their pain wafting through the air. madeline quickly looked at yn and for a split second, it was like no one else was in the room. she noticed the hurt look on yn’s face and wanted to just wipe it away. she hated that yn felt like this.

the same thing went for yn. she hated how she made madeline feel. that she was the cause of her distress and heartache. she just wanted to fix it — mend it. she’d do anything for her.

“you should’ve trusted me yn. that’s all i’ve ever wanted to do. was to support you and have you trust. especially since we’ve known each other forever.” madeline spilled her thoughts.

yn nodded. “i know im so sorry madeline. i’m so fucking sorry.” yn’s voice sounded genuinely devastated but true.

madeline felt conflicted. she wanted to forgive yn so badly. she couldn’t stand the thought of being away from her and she didn’t know why. “i… i know but you can’t just apologize and think things will go back to the way they were.” she bit her cheek.

yn nodded. “i know and i understand that wholeheartedly but… if you’ll just let me try. please, madeline. let me try to prove to you how sorry i am.”

and that’s what she did.

yn called madeline and texted her every day after that. some of the conversations were due to madeline’s feature about yn but most of the time it was either catching up or talking about random things like they used to.

one day, yn was texting madeline when she had an idea.

to madeline:

come to my show, please. i want you to see my art. all of it is inspired by my true and raw feelings.

madeline thought about it.

from madeline:

okay, i will. it would also be really good for the feature piece.

yn was excited for madeline to see her work but also extremely nervous. most of her pieces displayed her true feelings and she was so afraid that the harder one looked at her art the more likely it would show who she really was.

yn shook it off continuing to get the gallery ready. she put her work in the designated spots so that they all correlated in order while madeline was back at her hotel getting ready.

yn was wearing a double denim with a white button-up under the denim jacket and doc marten shoes to bring it together. she fiddled with the buttons as the gallery opened and she awaited madeline’s arrival.

finally, as she was watching the door, madeline strolled in wearing an all-navy blue outfit with tights and classy loafers. madeline took in the scene. the room was in low lighting with paintings all over the walls. the gallery gave a cozy feeling to it which madeline loved. madeline noticed yn from the corner of her eye but decided to take out her journal and pretend to be busy.

yn took a deep breath and let madeline be. she made herself busy talking to different people about her work never getting too deep. she thanked everyone as they came by to congratulate her. in the midst of all that, madeline couldn’t keep her eyes off yn. she found her eyes drifting from a piece of art, then to yn, then another one, then yn again. her heart beating quickly as she tried to rip her eyes away from the beautiful face as admirers surrounded her.

she began to walk around surveying each piece when one caught her eye. her chest tightened as the picture depicted what looked like rain twisting in a woman. a woman who was huddled in the middle. it was like a storm but in the end, the storm was the woman.

she didn’t like how her chest tightened when she looked at the piece. she was breathing slowly trying to decipher what this meant but came to the conclusion that it meant as it made her feel. her mind immediately went to yn, wondering if this was a depiction of how she felt when she left.

a minute later she felt a tap on her shoulder, “you okay over here?” yn’s expression was worried.

madeline composed herself before nodding. “yeah of course, just taking it all in.”

yn smiled before speaking. “yeah it’s definitely a lot but i’m really glad you’re here.”

madeline paused before speaking. “are you? because sometimes it feels like you’re just tolerating me.”

yn paused confused at the sudden change. “what? of course i am madeline. that not fair.”

madeline scoffed. “oh but it is! you left for five years and you’re acting like everything is perfectly fine. like nothing ever happened. why? is it because you’re a huge artist now and i’m the one that has to write for you?” madeline spoke out of pure impulsivity. she didn’t know why she was saying all these hurtful things but she did.

yn crossed her arms looking around to make sure no one was being nosy. “i told you my reasoning! we talked about it. i’m not trying to act like im better than you? that — i can’t believe you think that.” her heart raced feeling attacked. “you know i didn’t invite you to write for me, okay? it wasn’t my choice. i took the opportunity they offered me. if they had told me you would be writing it i would’ve politely declined and no, not because i’d didn’t want to see you.”

yn was breathless trying to defend herself and explain without sounding too harsh.

madeline’s breathing picked up still caught in the heat of the moment. “yeah? well, that still doesn’t change the fact that you’ve been acting like everything is back to normal. like everything is fine when it’s not. i see through all this. through your paintings. people praise you but i know what these paintings show yn.” yn’s stare faltered as she looked away not wanting to feel vulnerable in that moment. “and the way that you’re refusing to make eye contact with me shows me that there’s more than just leaving because it was ‘better for us’.”

in that moment, yn felt there was nothing more to do then to come clean. to tell madeline how she truly felt and even though her heart was about to beat out of her chest she decided to take a deep breath and just try. “you don’t understand. yes, i left my career for different reasons but the main reasons were because of… of you.”

madeline froze. “w-what?” her throat closing on itself. she didn’t know what the weight of your words meant just yet but as she saw your eyes move to your lips for a split second, she felt she knew.

yn sighed. “please, let’s just not do this now.” she begged as she looked around paranoid.

madeline shook her head. “no, we’re doing this now. i’ve waited too long. what do you mean you moved because of me yn?”

yn bit her lip feeling conflicted. she was really going to do this. her jaw tightened before relaxing. “i left because… because i thought that i needed to get away from the way i felt about you.” she bit her cheek watching as madeline’s face showed all kinds of emotions.

madeline was confused. “what are you… what are you talking about?” she gulped dryly.

yn looked away not being able to handle madeline’s eyes on her. “i loved you yn. more than a best friend should have.” the tears finally came down. “it… it scared the shit out of me. so i thought if i chose to leave… to move here then i could — i could just forget about it and start over.”

the silence that followed after yn’s confession was deafening. she felt overstimulated with the chatter in the background.

madeline looked around scanning all the other paintings noticing how each piece of art seemed to represent her feelings in some way. she then noticed one particular piece. one of two figures it looked like — two shadows. they were together but like the other one, they looked stuck in the midst of a storm. the only thing holding them back was the rain and barriers of the wind. only one of the shadows looked clear and not connected to the storm. the other one was a part of it.

in that moment madeline felt some type of way. like the weight of yn’s words finally clicked for her and to that her heart jumped. she wasn’t nervous or afraid, she felt … relieved.

madeline looked back at yn who was trying to hold back more tears from falling. she spoke quietly and softly to her. “you… loved me?”

“of course i loved you.. i was in love with you.” yn whispered. “i… you don’t have to say anything now. i’ve got to go. will you be here when i come back?” the glimmer of hope in yn’s voice had madeline’s heart jump.

madeline did nothing but nod still trying to process what was said.

later on that evening the gallery finally closed. it was a successful day for yn. she sold a few pieces and got a lot of recognition for her excellent work. she closed up the doors and went to the back where she hoped madeline was.

as she walked through she spotted her looking at one of the paintings. it was one that yn felt was her more vulnerable ones. the raw emotion that she displayed on the canvas was recognized by everyone, especially madeline.

yn didnt notice she was holding her breath until she let it go. the soft sound alerting madeline yn was back. she turned toward her acknowledging her painting. “it’s beautiful.”

yn nodded thanking her quietly. she then spoke up once more, “thank you for staying.”

madeline shifted her stance so that she was fully turned toward yn. “earlier… when you said you left because you loved me…”

yn was quick to interrupt her. “i’m sorry… i shouldn’t have said that. i don’t want to make things harder than they already are.”

madeline stepped forward taking yn’s hands into hers. “hey, no. you can’t take it back. not now, not anymore. i…” she let out a shaky breath before making direct eye contact with you. “i think i loved you too yn.”

yn’s breathing hitched, her eyes searching over madeline’s face. “madeline… i—”

“this whole time yn. i wasn’t mad because you left… i think — i think i was upset because i lost you.” she looked down furrowing her eyebrows. “i didn’t know what i was feeling but it was like as soon as i would come to terms with it … you had already left. i never knew how to handle it and then you were gone.”

yn stood there letting madeline get her feelings across but as she finished she found herself naturally gravitating toward her. she was so close she practically could feel madeline’s short breaths and body heat come into contact with her skin.

yn squeezed madeline’s hands in hers. “i thought leaving would fix things and erase the feelings i had for you but they didn’t. i’ve never stopped loving you, madz.”

madeline’s breathing stopped. “you don’t get to run this time.” her voice softly cut through the silence.

yn shook her head. “i’m not running.” her voice was just as soft. “not anymore.”

madeline had a slight smile as her hand reached out to rest on yn’s cheek. yn leaned against it loving the soft feeling of her skin on hers. madeline stepped closer as she noticed yn wasn’t planning on stepping back. she took that opportunity to move one step closer closing the distance between them and locking their lips together.

their kiss was slow but so full of all that held up emotion. full of years of unspoken feelings, full of their past memories, of their buried emotions. they came through all at once.

yn’s hands found their way to her face before madeline’s hands grabbed yn’s waist and pulled her closer. they melted right into each other just taking each other in and for the first time in years, their pain seemed to simmer into the air, carrying that weight off both of their shoulders. replacing that was their warm but fragile emotions and feelings for each other.

when she broke apart madeline rested her head on yn’s forehead as yn spoke up. “i’m so sorry for everything.” her breathing was shaky.

madeline nodded. “i know. we’ll figure everything out.” she smiled pecking yn’s forehead. “together.”

© slxtarchive

[hvnnibvni]

Together again II pt 3

Pairings: Jungkook/Reader

Genre: Mature themes. Romance. Angst. Arranged marriage AU. Childhood best friends to lovers AU.

Warnings: cheating, reader is a rope bunny (ALLEGEDLY), hard!dom JK, switch!reader, reader likes to be slutted out, drunken sex, unplanned pregnancy(this is in the end dw😅), cunnilingus, oral (both receiving), fighting (talk shit get hit) daddy!kink, praise!kink, dirty talk, spanking, hair pulling. Just all around nasty y’all.

Authors note: Hey! I’m sorry I’ve been gone for so long. Life hit me like a damn bullet trait and I fell into a spiral. I’m okay now and ready to get back into writing. I actually have another project I was working on before I fell off, so I’m looking forward to finishing that because it’s been a long time since it’s been requested. I HAVEN’T FORGOT ABOUT YOU GIRL!! PLEASE FORGIVE ME!! ILL MAKE IT A SERIES IF YOU WANT!! IM SO SORRY!! Okay but that’s all enjoy!

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“Hey what are you still doin up here? the guests are arriving.” You look back to see Jungkook and your brother Teahyung standing in the doorway to you bedroom.

“Oh hey, I'm considering auctioning off my old house in a couple of days.” Your brother looks at you confused. He doesn’t know the full story of why you left your previous relationship, but he gets the gist of it. No good friend, low down dirty ex-boyfriend. He gets it.

“Why? I mean, it's your house, right?” Your brother asks still lost. ‘Oh my sweet semi-slow big brother’ you thought as you looked back down at your computer. “Yes, but I don’t wanna go back to that house where they’ve probably fucked on all surfaces.” Your face scrunched in disgust.

“Ah I see, Kook what do you think?” He asks looking at his friend.

“I think you should send it now and auction it off tomorrow under your family name. Who wouldn’t want a house that used to belong to designer royalty?” He explains, nonchalantly. “ you sure there’s no other reason?” Tae pushs teasingly.

“Once we’re married my wife shouldn’t have anything in the world to worry about.. and on top of that I want all of her undivided attention.” He explains to his friend while making eye contact with you.

You were unsure whether to blush or cringe at his corny explanation, so you laughed it off. “Okay, I sent it out. If they’re not out by tomorrow they will be trespassing, and the police can deal with them,” you say with a wicked smile.

“wow, I never knew you could be so petty y/n,” your brother says jokingly.

“Aha petty my ass,” you say back rolling your eyes and smiling. “Anyway let’s go before mom sends Mrs. Sanchez up to get us,” you say leading them out of your room.

“Oh yeah if she has to come get us we won’t hear the end of it. I don’t like when she yells at us in Spanish I can’t understand her when she speaks so fast.” Taehyung responds pouting.

“Well I do and I’m not trying to hear it,” you say laughing.

Mrs. Sanchez is a friend of your late grandmother, she’d always watch you and Tae when your parents were away on business. They thought it’d be better to be kept by family rather than a nanny. She taught you both Spanish when you were little. She says it because she doesn’t like nosy people listening to her conversations.

You sigh. “Alright let’s go before we really do get in trouble,” you say as you shut your bedroom door.

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“Ah! Y/n, your mother said you were back. How was the common world?” a distant cousin asks.

‘ whats her name again? Renee?’ Although it seemed like a dig, you paid it no mind.

“It was enjoyable to run my own business, acquire property, and build personal assets,” you reply honestly. ‘This girl is from the collateral family line. She doesn't know what it takes to be a part of the direct line. Let's not waste our time,’

Honestly, for a nepo baby, it'd be easy for you to acquire all of this through your family. Everyone was aware of it, so when you decided to leave, it shocked the entire extended family.

“ I mean, all of those things will be shared with your fiance when you guys get married no? So what was the point of “going out to get your own” when you really didn't need to? Haha just admit you were outside playing house and got way too over your head,” she laughs.

You laugh at her audacity “I'll admit that you admitted to sleeping with your psychology professor, Mr. Crenshaw was it? I'm sure your parents would love to know you got your degree by bouncing on a man twice your dads age, and I'm positive his wife would want to know how he spent his weekend evenings as well. Hm?” you bite back, with the sweetest smile.

“ Miss Y/N, your mother requires your presence.”

“It seems something more important has come up. Oh! I saw you over at the hors d'oeuvres table earlier making sweet love to the sweetish meatballs, maybe try the canapés next?” Before she could further embarrass herself, you excuse yourself from the uninteresting conversation.

As you make your way to your mom, you run into Jungkook who seems to also have been summoned by your mother. “Hello Y/N, you look even more beautiful than when I saw you just a few moments ago.”

“ please stop with the formalities, people will think we aren’t close,” you respond slightly cringing.

“I cannot,”

“And… why is that?” you ask confused

“We are yet to be married, therefore I shall speak formally to show my respect to my fiance.” Jungkook answers courteously.

“ Tight ass..” you mumble under your breath

As you said that Jungkook leans closer to you, so that only you could hear. “Don’t forget, this time next week you’ll be my wife. And there’ll be no need for formality, verbal or,” he pulls you closer, sliding his hand down your back.“physical,” he smirks and continues his way to your mother.

‘Oh sweet Jesus,’ you stand there momentarily before you also continue on your way.

“Y/N! My darling, You look wonderful!” Your mother is the most excited to see you.. as always. “Yeah- where's dad?” you as looking around.

“He took Jungkook to talk business, you know your father,” she says rolling her eyes.

“Anyway we need to discuss your wedding,” … ‘mm- Mother really never misses a beat does she’ you look over at your brother, who conveniently turns away sipping his drink.

“Mommy.. Can't that wait until everyone leaves?” you plead. “No, we have to get this done quickly. We need to work it into everyone's schedule. But you know, if you never would have left, we would've had more time. It's going to be a little uncomfortable for the next week, so just go with the flow. Okay, darling?” she's still holding a grudge for you leaving. Though you have to admit it's nice to be around family again.

“Anyway, I need you early tomorrow morning. I've composed a list of priorities that you and Jungkook need to go through. The date is already set, so you don't need to worry about that. I need you and Jungkook to meet your father and me in the courtyard no later than 5 am.” you look at her with wide eyes. “Mom, it's already 10:00 pm and I've been driving all day, and the party's still going. Can't we push it back to 8 am? That's not too bad, right?”

“Nope. Were on a tight schedule,”

“But-”

“No. Tu obéis s’il te plaît.”

“Dont scold me like a child,” you mumble under your breath.

“Quoi?”

“Nothing…. Okay but can I at least leave to go to be now then?” You ask. Honestly, you didn't even want to come out. You knew it would be just a bunch of wealthy, posh friends of your parents and extended family. They all got on your nerves, so why should you even entertain them? Well... you did want their engagement gifts, so it's a win-win. That and your mother and Mrs. Sanchez would tear into you after.

“I suppose,” your mother sighs. “But you have to say goodnight to you grandfather before you leave,” you sigh thinking she would've made some outlandish request. “And escort Jungkook to his quarters.” there it is… you spoke too soon.

You sigh and nod, giving her a kiss on the cheek before excusing yourself from your family. You make your way over to where your grandfather, father, and Jungkook are having a conversation. Jungkook looks bored but has a fake smile plastered on his face. You know that look all too well. You saw it all the time growing up. He always did it when he was getting lectured, which you overhear your father giving him a talk on what married life will be like.

“Dad you're scaring him, you want me to be left alone at the altar that bad?” your father chuckles

“I'm just letting him know what Auclair women are like-” “And what are we like” your mother pops up out of nowhere, scaring the fuck out of you and your father.

“Very kind, very mindful, very demure-” “That's what I thought,” your mother nods holding your father's arm. “Well, goodnight Grandpa, goodnight Mom and Dad. Jungkook and I are going to excuse ourselves for the evening.”

“goodnight darling, don't forget to show jungkook to his quarters.“ You nod grabbing jungkooks arm who looks more than happy to finally leave this event.

“I thought we'd never get to leave,” you sigh, plopping down on the couch in jungkooks room. “Tell me about it I had to listen to Aunt Magnolia talk about how if I don't marry soon I'll become ‘fruitless’….” Tae comes in after you and Jungkook “Please- what she should be talking about is her son's infidelity and how ‘fruitful” he is… with five other women who aren't his wife,” you all laugh. You missed talking shit about your family with your brother.

“Just tell her you're gay and she'll shut up,” Jungkook laughs “oooh yeah, then she'll splash holy water on me every time she sees me,” everyone nods in agreement, aunt magnolia so conservative Christian that she makes David Green seem liberal. “Anyway I'm gonna head to be. ‘Got a packed day tomorrow morning,” “we have to meet Mom and Dad in the courtyard at 5 am sharp,” you say turning to Junkook “Don't be late or it's our asses,” as you turn to leave Jungkook grabs you by the hand and kissed the back. “Goodnight beautiful.” “Y-yeah… dito. I mean- yeah. Goodnight ...”

Jungkook sighs not letting go of you hand. “What is it?” he doesn't say anything and just pulls you closer, slipping his free hand around your waist. “I thought I could hold back at least a week,” the way he's looking at you makes you feel like you're going to suffocate. Your stomach fills with butterflies as he pulls you closer “But the formalities you said-” “Fuck formalities,” he says smashing his lips into yours.

[sweethoneyrose83]

90s-inspired dialogue prompts

"Dude, did you hear? The new Nirvana album just dropped. We have to hit the record store before it sells out!"

"I swear, if I don’t beat this level in Mario, I’m throwing the controller across the room!"

"You've got mail! Wait, hold on, my dial-up is still connecting."

"Why would you spend $50 on a pager? Just call me on my landline, duh!"

"Have you seen the new episode of Friends? I need to talk about Ross and Rachel!"

"I'm telling you, AOL chat rooms are where it's at. You can meet people from anywhere!"

"Whatever. As if! Like I’m gonna wear that to the mall."

"Let’s meet up at Blockbuster later. I’m thinking about renting Clueless again."

"I just recorded that new song off the radio onto my mixtape. It's going to be on repeat all day."

"Mom said we could use the car, but we have to rewind the VHS before we return it!"

"No way. I heard they're working on something called a DVD. I don't get it. Why change VHS?"

"The Tamagotchi is dying again. I don't know how many times I can save this thing."

"I just got my first Walkman. CDs sound so much better than cassettes!"

"We should totally prank call that radio station and request Backstreet Boys for the hundredth time."

"Okay, I got a quarter—I'm gonna use the payphone and see if anyone wants to hang out."

"I'm recording TRL later. I can't miss that new Britney Spears music video."

"What do you mean you don’t have a MySpace account? It’s, like, the thing right now."

"If my parents pick up the phone while I’m online, it’s going to cut me off. Don’t call the house!"

"I just burned you a CD with all the best songs from the radio. You’re going to love it!"

"If this Y2K thing actually messes up our computers, I’m never trusting technology again."

"Dude, you won’t believe what I just found at Blockbuster!"

"No way! Did they finally get 'The Matrix' in stock?"

"Why do you always hog the phone line? I’ve been waiting for my AOL dial-up for like, forever!"

"Chill out, I’m trying to finish this important call on my pager."

"Man, you’re dressed like you just walked out of a Nirvana concert."

"It’s called grunge, bro. You wouldn’t understand."

"I’m telling you, Tamagotchis are like, the future."

"Yeah, if the future is taking care of a digital pet all day."

"I just taped the season finale of ‘Friends,’ wanna come over and watch it?"

"As long as there’s pizza, I’m in. Could I be any more excited?"

"My Tamagotchi just died because I was too busy playing with my new Game Boy Color!"

"You need to get your priorities straight."

"Can you believe they canceled 'Saved by the Bell'? Zack and Kelly forever, man."

"Yeah, but the new season of 'Fresh Prince' is all that."

"I just bought a stack of CDs, now my Discman’s set for the road trip."

"As long as you don’t hit a bump and make it skip!"

"I got an email from this girl I met in a chatroom last night."

"Email? You should’ve just asked for her AIM screen name."

"I heard they're coming out with something called a DVD next year."

"Pfft, like that’ll replace my VHS collection."

At the Mall:

Character 1: "Dude, if we don’t get to the food court soon, I’m gonna pass out. I need a slice of Sbarro pizza, stat!"

Character 2: "Chill, we'll get there. But first, I’m grabbing this Nirvana shirt—Kurt would want me to have it."

Dial-Up Drama:

Character 1: "I was this close to beating my high score on Pac-Man, and then someone picked up the phone and killed the connection!"

Character 2: "Ugh, the struggle is real. Why do we even have one line for the internet and the phone?"

Movie Night:

Character 1: "Blockbuster was out of Jurassic Park again! I had to settle for Space Jam."

Character 2: "As if that’s a problem! Michael Jordan and Looney Tunes? That’s a classic, man!"

Mixtape Meltdown:

Character 1: "I made you this mixtape—front to back, all the jams you love."

Character 2: "Wait, you recorded over my TLC album? You’re gonna be scrubs to me forever!"

School Day Crush:

Character 1: "He passed me a note in history class! I swear, it's love."

Character 2: "Let me see that… it just says 'Wanna hang at the arcade later?' So romantic…"

First Cell Phone:

Character 1: "Dude, check it out, I finally got a cell phone!"

Character 2: "That’s not a cell phone, it’s a brick! You gonna carry that in your backpack?"

The Internet:

Character 1: "I just spent an hour downloading one song on Napster. Totally worth it."

Character 2: "Better hope the FBI doesn’t show up at your door. They take that stuff seriously."

Fashion Emergency:

Character 1: "What’s up with the butterfly clips and platform shoes? Are you going for the full Spice Girls look?"

Character 2: "You say that like it’s a bad thing. Girl Power is forever."

After School TV:

Character 1: "Hurry up! Fresh Prince is on in like five minutes!"

Character 2: "Not until I’m done watching Sailor Moon, this episode’s a big deal!"

Computer Lab Chaos:

Character 1: "Why does this computer keep freezing? I’ve got to finish my PowerPoint for tomorrow."

Character 2: "You’re probably running too many programs. Close Oregon Trail before you get another 'Your ox has died' message."

[neighbourhoodspidey]

the days ii

first part of the days here

taissa and gn reader

a/n: a second part was needed because i couldn’t just let those two go. also written on my notes app because even if i can’t use my computer that won’t stop me from writing. enjoy reading, take care, spam leaving anything byeee <33

w/c: 3.47 k. that should be right

warnings: a bit of angst, a bit of a fluff, a lot of gay. so gay. gay kisses. not proofread this time so it might not make sense

additional a/n: my wife could never do wrong only rights

A knock interrupts your correction as you were marking your students' papers. Midterm season was not fun, you can only imagine what it’s like for them, having to survive on anything for a passing chance.

“I’m afraid you’re going to have to wait before I get those copies on your table. I have other classes, you know.” You called out to what was supposed to be a student.

“Got it. I guess I’ll just leave your lunch here?”

But you’re met with a familiar voice. You don’t say anything for a while. Not because you don’t want to but you don’t know what to say. In the little seconds of your hesitation she takes initiative, walking towards you. You got up from her seat and kissed her cheek, surprising her. Though she still felt a gentle inviting warmth in her chest at the touch of your lips against her skin.

“How…how did you get in?” Your words were incoherent, at a loss at seeing her again, here with you, after several weeks. As much as you devastatingly missed her, you think it’s worth the wait.

“Well, you did tell me where you worked and I asked where your office was, and the administration wouldn’t stop at me just saying I was just a friend, so…”

Seeing the usually confident Taissa Turner being so shy is a beautiful sight. You take the bags from her hands, fighting back a chuckle at her reactions.

“Are you saying that you announced you were my girlfriend before I could even be aware of it?” You teased. It was risky, so risky that you regretted it as soon as it left your mouth, but she doesn’t seem to mind. You see the tension alleviating from her shoulders as she breaks into an easy smile.

Admittedly it both took you a bit of time to… settle things. You have not exactly talked in person ever since your last conversation, but you were willing to exchange contact information. Following that, you sent occasional check up texts, song recommendations a picture of what you were doing through the day if you had time. What you liked the most was your late night talks when you called. Just hearing about her, anything, was enough for you. You knew you needed to have a more in-depth conversation later on but it felt nice to ignore it, for now. Just for now.

“I uh…didn’t know what you liked or if you still liked the same thing so I just took the most popular thing on the menu—” You don’t allow her to ramble anymore, pulling up a chair for her.

“I think you’ll pleasantly surprise me, Senator.” Your grin and confidence made her heart skip a beat. Or every beat there was but maybe it’s because she hasn’t seen you in so long that it’s like listening to an old song you were attached to.

You ate your meals and talked about your work and what you planned on doing afterwards. Taissa has meetings to attend, a never ending but rewarding job from what you’ve heard, and you told her that you were stuck with copies for the evening.

“I hope I didn’t distract you.” She winces, feeling a bit guilty if she did, simultaneously not regretting it.

“I was about to stop at fifty, anyway.”

“And where did you stop at?”

“Twenty…?”

She couldn’t help but chuckle at your uncertainty. You laughed along with her and for a moment she is taken back to your younger days, where you would be exactly as you are now, at the library laughing and sharing jokes and longing gazes, the study session forgotten altogether.

“I guess I should get going if you want to progress…”

“Or you can stay with me.” Now you know that you actually ruined everything when you see her eyebrows raised, pushing you to finish your sentence. “For campus coffee. Yeah. That’s what I meant.”

Silence passes you by, and you feel the room swallowing you whole as Taissa fixes you with her eyes. Now’s the time to apologise for coming as the most pretentious—

“Are you sure it’s not because you’ll miss me?”

You didn’t realise you were holding your breath until her eyes caught yours again, focused like before and tenderly.

“But as long as I want to stay, I might have to go…but I’lll take you up on that some other time.” She speaks again, trying not to change her mind at the sight of your disappointment.

“It’s fine. Duty calls for our Senator.” You wish you could somehow try to convince her to stay with you, at least for a bit, but you know that would mean you’re moving too fast. And you’re afraid that you might get tricked by the honeymoon period and that it’ll put you back into another episode of heartbreak again.

“Can you walk me out?” She asks, timidly, the same as she did when she would ask you to drop her off home after soccer practice.

“Sure.” You decide to leave the cleaning for after, your mind prioritised on Taissa.

After walking her outside the campus' gate you looked around her. She finds your unexplained worry amusing, playing along and looking around as you.

“Who are we looking for here?”

“I’m just…curious, I mean, don’t you have security? A bodyguard or anything?”

It’s a simple question. You’re just worried about her well-being and she shouldn’t take it as something else, but she can’t. Not with the way you’re carefully standing close to her like a human shield.

“I’m fine, they’re not always around.”

You’re worried about her. That should be a sign, right? That you’re moving forward? And not just because it’s simple decency. That’s what she tries to convince herself, entertaining her delusions…but what if it were true? With the way you talked to her, kissed her so close to her lips, and looked at her, it might as well be a sign.

“If they happen to not be around you can call me anytime, alright? My lectures and copy corrections could be momentarily interrupted for you.” You grinned, the growing feeling of devotion coming back again.

She knows it’s true. You know it’s true. But no one says anything.

“You take care.” She squeezes your shoulder before walking to her car. The same car that you’ve kissed in and—

Wait.

She squeezed your shoulder? That’s it?

Maybe you were getting too much ahead of yourself.

Meanwhile Taissa did not forget it, cursing at herself. Maybe she should’ve kissed you? Or hugged you? Would that be weird? She was just as lost as you were, navigating through this…whatever stage of relationship you were at.

But things were going just the way she hoped. The way she wanted.

Maybe she’ll try to bring it up over coffee. With some implications. Or full truths. Either, she’s not going to lose you again.

—

There wasn’t a next time for coffee, each of you being too preoccupied and caught up with paperwork and meetings. But that didn’t mean that you stopped texting. And calling. Every single time your phone chimed, you felt your heart flutter, not wasting anytime to quickly reply.

“Hey? Hello? Earth to Professor?” Marley waves her hand at you, looking confusingly at Flynn. “Do you think she’s coming down with something?”

“Yeah. Probably with the feelings that you get when you’re entangled with your ex again.”

“What?” You leave your reverie as you’re brought back into reality again. Your friends are seated across from you, looking seriously concerned as if you were truly sick.

“Nothing, we were just talking about you, a certain Senator and how it looks like you have a wedding night planned out.” Flynn moves to check your temperature while you’re stunned at his words, not expecting him to be so…blunt. Well…it’s not like you were thinking of marrying Taissa— “Yup. The symptoms are already present.”

“What symptoms? What are you on about?” You move away from his hand, questions piling up in your brain at his reaction. Though deep down, you know the answer to them.

“The staring in an invisible void? Smiling weirdly at your phone? Tell me that something is not going on.” Marley completes for him and you have to admit it, you did not expect for her to be so perceptive.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I was just waiting on a text from a colleague.”

“Are you sure it’s not a special colleague?” He raises his eyebrows and you feel unjustifiably attacked.

“You guys can just drop the metaphors and get onto what you’re saying. Is this about Taissa?”

“Who else could it be?” Your friends affirm at the same time, and you can’t even say anything to defend yourself. It’s useless to try to find an excuse, the truth is written all over your face.

“Maybe…look. It’s just…it has been nice, so far. I’m just afraid that something or one of us might ruin it so I’m just enjoying the moment while it lasts.” You took a sip from your drink, knowing you’ll need the courage if you’re actually going to be talking and facing your feelings.

“Yeah, about that. Was there ever a follow up conversation ever since you kissed—“

“Wait you kissed her?” Marley shrieks, not knowing whether to be happy or surprised.

“Uh…yes? This isn’t old news.”

“But why hasn’t anyone told me?”

“That’s because you already knew. It’s just that hearing it for the second time is just as shocking as the first. Our kid is growing up.”

“You’re making it into something serious—“

“It is serious! Especially between two tortured lovers. I’m sorry you should’ve seen you two, Marley even cried in the car.”

“I did not. I just felt a little sad about the situation.”

“I don’t blame you, it is kind of cry worthy…” You mumbled, feeling as though you’ve been brought back to reality.

“In any case I honestly think you’re on the right path. Relationships are not always easy for people like us and half of the time it ends messily.” Flynn carries on, only making your heart sink unpleasantly.

“Is that supposed to comfort me, somehow?”

“The truth is never comforting, darling. What I’m saying here is that even though you had a rocky start you’re on your path to progression. You made it clear how you feel about Taissa and what she did to you. We want you to be happy and safe but are you ready to accept what happened and move along with her?”

As much as you want to doubt him, Flynn was always the wisest of the group, balancing your personalities. He actually made you reconsider your decisions a few times. But when it comes to this kind, you’re not sure where to stand.

“Flynn‘s right. The issue here is chance and change and what you’ll do with it.”

“See? You have two voices. You can try listening to our advice…but your real true voice is you. Just don’t let it scare you.”

You let their advice ring into your head, willing it to calm down and take in their reasonings. You now have to be faced with your own fears, and you have to try to control it.

You were now dealing with yourself.

If only you were in Taissa’s mind right now, then you’d knew that she was thinking of the same thing, while looking down at an old worn photograph of you two. She wanted to be happy with you. Every time she answers your silly texts and messages, she has to hold herself back from saying everything she couldn’t and didn’t had time to. But will there be ever a perfect time?

—

After seven hours total of lectures you stopped for dinner, wanting to repay her. At least that’s what you told yourself, if ever you get rejected.

Because showing up unannounced at her door was ridiculous if you ignored the fact it was risky. Ridiculous as in, this could have been planned and organised like that you’d have time to rehearse what you wanted to say and anticipate her reaction—

“Oh, hey!” She looks shocked for a minute, but that is replaced with wide smile.

“Bad time? I can come back later, whenever you’re free—“

“No, no. It’s alright, I don’t have anything planned either way.” She lies, knowing that there is a stack of paperwork and a board meeting she has to schedule.

You don’t question her, walking in as she leads you into her home. Her home. It almost felt intimate, strangely enough, that she willingly let you into her private space. Or maybe she doesn’t want to be rude.

“You got us dinner?” Although the choice of the used pronoun and her grin helps reassure you a bit.

“Yeah. It’s what I get after work and I thought of you. That way I can also pay you back for lunch.” You miraculously managed to answer without fumbling over your words.

“You know you don’t need to ever worry about paying me back,” What she really wants to say is, you’ll never have to, because it’s what she likes to do. Caring for you, rediscovering what it was like again. “Just sit here at the table. I’ll get some plates.”

“I can help.” You sweetly offered, not even giving her a chance to refuse before you’re at her side.

She points out what you need, and thanks for your help. What does not help, however, is that feeling she has in her chest again. Having you at her home feels domestic. If things get better…if you’ll allow her, she will accept you in her space anytime you want to. When asked if you wanted a glass you refused, knowing there’s a fifty percent chance that you might need to drive back home. This is something you’ll have to bravely face sober.

You were nervously chewing in between bites, now realising that it probably should have been better to speak to her about what’s been running through your mind for weeks before actually eating. But then you thought of what your friends said and it did gave you the slightest of courage.

“So, how is work going?” Was what you said, your words automatic. Taissa chuckled and lightly slapped your shoulder, shaking her head as she drank her glass of wine.

“Please, let’s not talk about our jobs. It’s just us so…let’s talk about us.” Wow. She remembers a time where she was better than that. Maybe it’s because of the way you look in your work clothes, or how your eyes follow her every simple move.

“We can talk about us.” This time you were sure you were about to choke. Because behind what you were saying hid a double meaning.

But Taissa’s smart enough to know you were hiding something. And for a minute she hopes that it’s what’s been keeping her up at most nights.

“How are you feeling?” Was a nice attempt. A way of starting things slowly. She hoped you didn’t picked up on the slight trembling of her voice.

Stressed, and overwhelmed.

“I’m fine among many things. I…uh…I missed you. I mean I missed seeing you. It’s better to hear you talk than to read your messages but…sometimes I find myself thinking that I want more than that.” Your heart was beating so wildly, it could almost tear through your chest and land right on her plate. Like it’s your offering for her.

“I missed you too,” All caution, or the little caution left, was thrown out when she held your hand in hers. “I miss us.” She has to breathe deeply before speaking up again, and nearly wants to break down when she sees your watery eyes. It brings her back to that very same night. You were so hurt, so vulnerable, that she’s not sure she even slept when she got home. “I’m so sorry that…life took us away.”

“I’m sorry, too. For…for giving you the impression that it was your fault—“

“You never did,” Tears were welling in her eyes too. She got closer to you, her hands placing themselves on your face. She could feel the heat of your skin, feel how you were holding on to her hands with your own. And it made her hopeful. “If it were any other time I’d…I’d give myself a chance. If the world was tolerable for us.”

“I know you would.” You kissed her palm, subconsciously, immediately retracting at her gasp with a beginning of an apology when you’re cut off by her lips against yours.

It’s chaste, too brief, but so sweet that it’s enough for you. Every single thought that you might lose her is erased by her touch, and you want her to do it again but you know you had to slow down.

“What happened was…was awful. You didn’t deserve that, neither of us did. I just want you to be happy and safe now.” It was so hard speaking when you’re about to cry, but she understands every word.

“Will you…will you let me be your…give us a chance again?” She breathed, too caught up and distracted from looking between your eyes and your lips that she wishes to capture again.

You grant her wish by kissing her again, the way you’ve been craving, your own warnings of slowing down completely ignored when your hands finds the back of her neck to tangle themselves in her hair hair.

“I want you. I want you to.” You whispered against her lips, breaking your kiss for air. When your eyes meets her darkened ones you could feel yourself crumble apart just for her.

“Are you sure? You’re not just saying that—“

“I promise.” You kissed her once more, soft and slow, trying to convey everything you’re been holding back from her.

Dinner is forgotten as you innocently embraced yourselves on the couch, a movie playing in the background, though you were so focused on Taissa you didn’t pay attention to it. The same was for her too.

You’re glad she feels safe enough to give you a chance again. And you swear that you’ll fight the world to make her happy.

—

“How are those copy corrections coming along?”

“I’m at thirty now.” You moved your copies and binders aside, crawling over to place your head on Taissa’s lap, much to her surprise.

Overtime you’ve been getting affectionate. Innocently affectionate, every touch was enough for your words of love and dedication, that you’re transported back to better times, and are so grateful that you can live those moments again.

“You said you’d stop at forty.” She raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t pushes you away, her fingers delicately tracing your face.

“I can’t stay focused when you’re looking that.”

“So I should just go then, that’s it? It’s my fault you’re always distracted?” She teases, knowing, even loving when you’d drop anything for her.

“No, don’t,” You looked up at her, your ears glinting with nothing but care. You were smiling all along, not being able to stop it when you’re this close to her. “It’s not your fault you’re so pretty I get distracted.”

“That’s what you said when you spilled coffee on your exam papers.”

“I almost spilled coffee. Besides you were the one kissing me.”

“You were the one who was flirting.”

“We can play this game all afternoon, Senator,” You leaned up to kiss her, pulling back, much to her dismay “But I will never refuse to admit that you’ll always have my attention in any way you want.”

“Words aren’t going to get you anywhere.”

“I think they will.” You planted a kiss on one of her hands crossed over your chest, following the path you’ve set, loving her soft laughs until you shifted your body to kiss her in the way she wanted.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

As much as those words weren’t exactly familiar, they still felt new. And she’s grateful that in this lifetime she can say it as much as she wants to.

You’re happy that you can be with her, and take back what was taken from you, without fearing again. And if ever that was the case, you’ll fight together.

Because no fear was stronger than what you’d felt for the other.

forgot the tags! @chaithetics and anyone else who are yj messengers

[theirall]

How to add music to an IPod

IMPORTANT NOTE!!: This is just a tutorial for Windows. I believe this is no longer able to be done on Mac since apple has gotten rid of itunes. I might be wrong though!

Adding music to an iPod might seem a bit confusing, if you found your old iPod or just bought a used one, it’s really a piece of cake!

Step 1: The first step is picking out the song you want to add to your ipod. I find my songs on youtube! Copy the link to whatever song you picked out. (Hit share and copy link in the video description)

Step 2: Now, you want to grab the link and place it into a link-> Mp3 converter. This is a crucial step because if you don’t do this you won’t be able to upload anything to itunes. Sites such as Okmusi and Cobalt work great.

Step 3: This step isn’t entirely necessary but I recommend creating a folder to store these mp3 files in your files app just to make later steps easier. I named my folder music so I know where to find the files.

Step 4: Now that you have this mp3 file for whatever song you have chosen. You need to download itunes. This is a easy step, just go on your browser and go to the itunes website and follow the steps to download. You will need to set up an account but this takes two seconds to do so don’t worry.

Step 5: Now that you have downloaded itunes, you need to add your ipod to the devices tab. This step is also quite easy. All you have to do is plug in your ipod to your computer or laptop. To do this you have to use the cable your ipod came with (the same one you use to charge it). Then if you go to the devices tab under “file” your ipod should show right up! This is because of the sync you have made with the cable. As long as you have the ipod plugged in and the itunes app opened, you will see a large section named “ipod” on the left side of your screen.

Step 6: Alrighty! Now you are ready to add your music, finally I know. So what you have to do now is go back to the file tab but this time hit “add to folder” and it will prompt you to choose out of your files, this is where you’re gonna pick the folder you made from the earlier steps. This will add these music files into your unties library.

* you may notice that these new songs in your library have no cover or artist name, this is completely normal. you will need to complete this yourself, though it’s not nescarry for the music to work, it does make it look better on the iPod. You can download the album art online and upload it on the song. you can also type in the artist, song name, and album name manually.

Step 7: Don’t worry we’re almost there! Now what you are going to do is take these new songs in your library and drag them into your iPod(the section on the left side of the screen I mentioned before).

Step 8: MUSIC! To check that you properly uploaded your music to the iPod is by ejecting (remember ejecting your iPod is very important, please don’t just rip the cable out when you’re done. that will cause major damage to your iPod.) You should have your new music on your iPod available.

HAPPY LISTENING.

Disclaimer: This is an overview of the steps to do this. I definitely reccomend reading other information and watching videos on how to do this task. I reccomend youtube videos and tiktoks to help you with this journey!

Dividers by Dollywons

[hopelesslyfallenninlove]

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.

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“i hope so. you should sleep for however long you need to, it’s okay if you can’t make it in time for lunch. i’d rather you took care of yourself first and if that means staying in bed for half the day, that’s perfectly fine with me.” they usually use the last hour or so at the office to transfer their notes from that day onto their computer, to track patient progress and figure out the best path forward for each individual, but really, that’s something that can be done at any time. knowing that carter is at home, they would happily leave a little early if it meant they could spend a few more hours with him unimpeded. “you know, i think that just proves that your stubbornness almost rivals mine, doesn't it? everyone can see that you deserve a break except for yourself.” only he would run himself into the ground and still insist on pushing through, going against the advice of his own chief for the sake of everybody else. “that’s okay, love. whenever you can find the time for me, i’ll take it. i know things were rough for everyone today and i wouldn’t expect you to leave when other people need you. but when they’re finally willing to let you go for a little while… i’ll be here.” it would feel awfully selfish for ella to demand so much from him when his team has just gone through something so traumatising and taxing on the psyche. she needs him in her life, possibly more than she’s ever needed anyone before, but so do they. as much as she misses him, she would never guilt him into leaving now. “i won’t lie and pretend that it’s always easy to let you go because it’s definitely not, but… like i said, as long as you’re mine, i’ll wait for you however long i have to. i don’t want to lose you either, carter. you’re too important to me. i couldn’t imagine my life without you in it.” if they could find a way to protect him from all the threats he has to face out there, they would never let him leave their home without being enveloped in bubble wrap first. it’s beyond terrifying to remember just how easily he could be taken from them. “oh, i don’t think she’ll mind... despite what she might say, you know she loves you really. it’s very difficult not to.” of course she’s slightly biased in this situation, but she sticks by what she said regardless. it’s a wonder how nobody else had the same determination to work their way into his life the way she had, refusing to take no for an answer because they knew he was worth all the effort in the world. “i know it’s difficult for you both, but i think all we can do now is make sure to support ishara and be there if she ever needs help with this whole thing. as awful as it is, the baby is at least in the care of professionals we can trust right now. that's a small comfort. then after that… i don’t know. sadly, there still isn’t very much any of us could do in our positions. i mean, it’s not like we can… foster the child ourselves.” maybe if ella had chosen an easier career path — one that didn’t require so much of her time and dedication — she would’ve considered the possibility of fostering at some point in the future. though she’d been one of the lucky ones and had only been in the system for a few years before making it out, she knows how difficult it can be for so many and if she could protect even one child from that experience, she absolutely would. it just… doesn’t seem very feasible. cooking this late at night with carter’s arms wrapped around their waist may be unconventional, but they wouldn’t have it any other way, savouring the closeness even if it does make their task a little trickier. “yeah? i better be,” she teases as she watches the eggs begin to fluff up in the pan. “you might’ve broken my heart if you said otherwise and i don't think you want tears in your dinner.”

Carter knew that he could not conceal his fatigue from Ella, but that did not mean that he would be willing to give up these little moments they got to share either. "Hey, it's okay. You don't have to apologize for keeping me up. God knows that I've kept you up for more nights. Don't worry about me, baby. I'll get a good night's sleep. Knowing me, I'll be completely knocked out until noon that I wouldn't even notice you being up." He pointed out, another soft chuckle bubbling out of him. Carter had never been the heaviest of sleepers by any means. After a night like this one, however, he was certain that he would be able to sleep through just about anything, given the exhaustion that he had felt - both physically, and emotionally. But for now, he was going to enjoy being taken care of by such a doting partner. He knew how lucky he was. "Then why don't I get started on that when I go back to work? I'll have to get the Chief to approve my vacation, which shouldn't be so hard... considering that she's been telling me to take a break for so long. I'll have to get one of the Lieutenants to be fill-in as Captain while I'm gone, which is the one thing that might take some more time. I'd say we could wait until Lola's out of the hospital, because I can't leave anytime soon. The morale's not that great right now. But I'm sure they'll understand when I tell them. Today was so hard that no one would blame me for wanting to spend some time with you." Truth be told, the entire firehouse had been insisting that he take some time off for months now. While he could not get himself to leave right now, when they needed him the most, he knew that he could rely on his Lieutenants to hold down the fort for a few weeks while he was gone. "Well, I'm definitely the only one who can view your stubbornness as a good thing, considering the fact that I've benefitted so much from it." He remarked, another soft chuckle escaping his lips before he shook his head. "You're the most patient, understanding, wonderful partner anyone could ever have. You're so good to me, Ella. I don't want to lose any of this." He admitted. "So, instead of sitting around, and feeling guilty about all of the things I couldn't do in the past, I'm going to show you... I'm going to use my time wisely from now on." It was a promise that Carter should have made a whole lot sooner, but it was better late than never. "You know what? I think I can do that. As long as she doesn't mind having my company while you're working, of course. Knowing her, she'll probably get sick of me by the end of the day." Or she would see him as a kindred spirit, considering that he had been the one to find that baby. Perhaps she would find it in herself to lean on him, which Carter wouldn't mind all that much. Anything for his loved ones. "I wish there was another way to go about this. I wouldn't say that I'm particularly a big fan of the existing protocol, even though I have no choice but to follow it. I know that my job is done when I bring that baby into the hospital, and have them take it from there. But knowing what that kid might go through, having been through it... it's never easy. You know how it is. It takes one foster kid to know one. But you still have to do your job." Regardless of their respective professions, it cannot be denied that they all had some sort of personal connection as to why they had chosen that path for themselves, which was why they all leaned on each other. "Oh yes, I do know that." He remarked once he returned their kiss. "You're my favourite person ever." With his arms still wrapped around her waist, he watched as she turned her attention to the eggs once, and planted a soft kiss on the top of their head, wishing that he could stay like this forever.