#drew go to class Wednesday

[invincibledc]

Lucky Artistic Charm

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Yandere!Batboys Highschool AU

Prologue | I.Riding Pays | II. The Gray Side | III. Nerdy Tactics

Previous on…Yandere!Batboys

Next class is Art, ah yes the peacefulness of creating the art inside of your mind and into the world. You smiled a genuine smile as you went to the 2nd floor of the school and into the class.

Sitting down, you let out a fresh breath of air.

Nothing can go wron—

"Hello, [last name]."

And it can.

When you turned to your left, there sat the worse of them all.

Damian Wayne.

Present time. Time: 10:30 am. Date: Wednesday , 7th, 20XX.

“What are you doing in my art class?!” You exclaimed at the tanned boy who sat with a smug smirk. “I changed my classes. I would’ve thought you would be scared to come back. But my calculations seemed to prove me wrong.”

Tired of this shit, you get up only to be grabbed with a tight grip. His hand around your wrist, you winced as his green eyes glared you down.

You thought that maybe because you were taller than him, you could just pull your wrist from this little shit. But no, his grip got tighter as you felt like your wrist was about to break.

“Sit down. You don’t wanna cause a scene in class [lastname].” He said lowly with a scowl. You scoffed, stopping your restraining and sitting down. Damian lets go of your wrist, letting you look at the cruel redness around your wrist.

Glaring at him whilst rubbing the sore wrist of you now, Damian pulls out a green sage notebook. The notebook had dots of paint stains. You grumbled under your breath. “Fuckin' asshole.” You pulled out your own notebook that held your own sketches.

As time goes on, surprisingly Damian doesn’t talk to you. He only glances at you, helping you a bit with the model of what the teacher put up o the board. You had trouble keeping the dragon wings big, you looked to your right to see Damian already coloring the damned thing in his sketchbook.

You held back a scoff, you hated that Damian was better in art. He wasn’t even into art when he was little. You showed your mom a simple butterfly picture…. The memory still burns in your head.

“Mommy! Mommy!” You ran to your mother, her blurry face looks at you as she kneels to your height. “Yes sweetie?” “Look what I made!!”

You jumped excitedly as you showed her what you drew. It was a water paint of a blue butterfly you saw in the garden. You were playing with the Wayne brothers before that amazing butterfly came into your view. Making you want to keep it in your mind.

Your mother tilted her head, her cheeks lifting up symbolizing a smile written onto her face. “Oh sweetie, it’s so beautiful…” she takes the paper from you and hangs it on the fridge. “This deserves to be on the fridge!” Your little eyes light up. You felt happy, feeling proud. You didn’t notice the other boys coming in. Dick had grass all over his body due to him doing cart wheels and flips all over the grass.

Dick smiles and points to the butterfly, “Oooh pretty!”

Jason nods as he holds your hand along with Tim. “That looks cool [nickname].” Tim nods as he can’t help but squeeze your hand. “I agree! Love the details.”

“Where’s the antennas. It looks ugly.” Damian blurts out which made his brother’s look at him shock. Your eyes widen, you looked at the butterfly to see that it indeed didn’t have any antennas.

You ran off crying after that, Dick smacked Damian upside his head to which the small boy glared at his older brother.

“That wasn’t nice Damian.” Dick scolds as Tim and Jason also glared at the small boy.

“I was only being critical and telling the truth.”

You never waterpainted after that.

You stopped spacing out when you felt a sharp pinch to your side. You hissed as you jolted from the hand that pinched you to look at the culprit.

Damian pulls his hand back, crossing them onto the table. “Are you coming to the manor?” He asks, as if he didn’t just pinch your skin off.

“Why?”

“Because, father and pennyworth haven’t seen you in a while and wanted to know if you are well.” Damian answers as if that was the was whole answer itself to your confusion.

“…No.” You turned away from him and went back to finishing the class sketch. Moving your hand around as you finished the wing detail. But when you looked at the head, you noticed how there weren’t any antennas.. you added some, letting a soft smile reach your face.

“Why not. Why won’t you come, we’ve been awaiting for your arrival to show your disgraceful face and this is how you deny my offer?” Damian grits his teeth, jaw clenched as you turn back to glare at him. Guess the demon is now showing his horns.

“How about you shut the fuck up and leave me alone. You’re such a little shit and have been yapping my ear off to me for way too long. Someone outta slap the shit out of you.” You retorted, clenching your hand that held the pencil and your jaw.

Damian’s face went red, his face puffed up as he looked like he may explode. Your eyes widen before you even register this. “Uh-oh—” your hair got pulled hard, making you fall off your chair as Damian held a tight grip onto you. “Get off me you little shit!” You swept your leg and knocked him down. He lets outs a small “oof”. The clatter of chairs and kids gasping shock made the teacher turn back to see you ontop of Damian and Damian below you pulling your hair more.

“Mx. [lastname]!!? Mr. Wayne?!” The teacher pulls you both off each other. Your face having a small red mark, the same to Damian who smirked. Waving a clump of your hair to which you touched your head with wide eyes.

“Office. NOW!”

Well at least you can get suspended probably, away from these people…….

You sat by Damian who held his hands in his lap. You kick your feet back and forth, you glanced at Damian who looked calm.. too calm. You sighed and turned to him.

“Damian.. I’m sorry for cursing at you..and calling you a little shit.” You said softly, fiddling with your fingers as Damian looked at you. You couldn’t even tell if his eyes softened or hardened. His face is so neutral it’s scary.

“It’s fine. I shouldn’t have tried to force you to come to the manor…it’s just..”

Your eyes widen to see a teary eyed Damian, rubbing his eyes with the sleeve of the academy’s uniform.

“You’ve been gone so long.. i was scared that you wouldn’t come and..” hiccups erupt from his chest as your eyes soften. Your heart ached as you hugged Damian into your side. “Don’t cry dames.. I’m sorry okay? I’ll come to the manor, and maybe we can draw and yknow play games?”

Damian nods as he rubs his eyes even more, making them puffy. You sigh seeing he finished crying and now was snugged up against you. His small frame holding your arm as he looks at your fingers…..

Damian couldn’t help but smile, his head facing down as the principal can already seen that you two had made up.

Oh how stupid you are, you didn’t know you’ve fallen into a trap of wolves.

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not the zoey you wanted (four)

pairing: zach maclaren x female reader!

summary: you waited all weekend for your boyfriend, Zach, to call or text, anything, to explain why he had just went and ghosted you when you were supposed to go with him on a family ski trip to meet his parents, his sister Avery, and his cousin, Miles.

content warnings: angst; victims of catfishing; miscommunication trope

a/n: a big big BIG thank you to everyone who has been enjoying this fic! I love seeing everyone’s comments and inbox messages dissecting the story and making predictions! I wrote for OBX back in 2020 when the show first came out under a different blog (in case anyone here remembers a blog called jjmaybankx, HI! Though that’s just a generic username, it might be hard to remember that specific iteration ahaha), but i had just created this blog the same day i put out this fic… and i am in awe of how well received and how much you guys are actually invested in this little world i have conjured up whilst dreaming of bf!drew. I am very honored <3

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How you were supposed to just get up and go to your afternoon classes after what had just happened was beyond you, but you had an important peer workshop in one of your writing courses and then straight to the tutoring center for you. 

Day one was hard, as you navigated the complexities of whatever the hell had just happened. You were angry: angry at the car for hitting Zach, angry that he had even for a second thought that Zoey Miller had been you, angry that she let him think that knowing it was wrong, angry that she did any of what she did at all. And most of all, angry that you were even angry with Zach for it.

Tuesday rolled around and you had to go to the class you had with Zoey Miller, with anger seething in your veins but the inability to cause a scene. You hadn’t told anyone, not even your roommate Bree, what had happened. You felt like if you made a big deal and spoke about it, then you would likely never get over it. 

You felt her eyes on you as you typed your notes during the lecture, having sat a few rows and seats to the left in front of you. Could she like… not? Face forward and pay attention to the class, stop staring at the girl whose boyfriend you tried to steal after trying to steal his cousin, thanks. 

Your next shift at the tutoring center was on Wednesday. Instead of having assigned tutees for the day, you had a five hour shift in the tutoring center where you mainly did your own homework, helped student athletes figure out why the printers wanted to act up and not print their assignments, and help the few random people who would come up to the reception desk to ask you for help on a writing assignment or to proofread their essays.

You paused as you set your coffee up and laptop down on the desk, looking across the tutoring center to see Zach hunched over his own computer in one of the middle tables, typing away. He was one of the few athletes who wasn’t assigned to mandatory study hall hours after he had gotten his grade up, thanks to your one-on-one tutoring sessions and then, once his girlfriend, study dates together in his dorm or yours. He normally wouldn’t be caught dead in the tutoring center if he wasn’t required to be there, preferring to do his homework on his own anyways.

But there he was, regardless. 

A week passed and Zach didn’t try to talk to you at all, just like you had asked. You also never saw him walking around with Zoey Miller, a recurring minor nightmare you kept on having. Thank God, you thought every time you’d see one of them around campus without the other. Zoey Miller came to class looking miserable every time, and each time you worked a shift at the tutoring center, whether it be study hall monitoring or a few hours of one-on-one tutoring, Zach was there, during his homework by himself at one of the tables. 

“Hey.”

You looked up from the book you were engrossed in, taking off one airpods to see Zach in front of you, his laptop in his arms.

“Zach…” you sighed softly.

“I’m not here to bother you, I swear,” he reassured you, sliding his laptop to face you. “I just… actually need your help with this one, promise.”

You looked down at his screen to see an essay typed out. You glance up at him again.

“It’s a big part of my grade, so I was wondering if you could proofread it,” he said sheepishly, putting his hands in his pockets.

You exhale and nod, motioning with your head to the seat next to yours. A smile beamed across his face, and he rounded the desk to sit down next to you, both of you half facing each other as he watched you go over his essay in suggesting mode, making comments and edit recommendations. 

“I like the color you painted your nails,” he said softly.

“Zach,” you warned.

He shut up.

You got to page five of the essay, having only had to make a few small grammatical suggestions, a small smile building on your face for how well written the essay had been. When he wanted to apply himself, and knew how to, Zach would always be extremely smart. Sometimes, when it came to subjects he didn’t quite care for, he just didn’t care to put in the effort. But he was very smart, he had to be a student athlete. 

Plus, you knew he had little moments of crises when he thought about his future. He didn’t think he’d make it pro, but he also wasn’t passionate for other things the way he was for soccer. He felt aimless sometimes. The ironic part of it all was that he chose English Literature as his major, the classes he struggled with the most and hence how you two met.

You had given him the idea before that if he really didn’t think he could go pro, he could keep playing soccer or being involved with it through coaching at high schools or even middle schools. But you also always told him that you thought he had it in him to go pro. He was the school’s soccer star, you weren’t sure why he always sold himself short.

“You okay?” his voice pulled you out of your thoughts.

You had been stuck on page five for longer than it would have taken to read the page over twice, Zach just sitting there in anticipation of what you thought he needed to fix before he looked over at your face and noticed you were zoned out.

“Yeah, yeah,” you shook yourself out of it, continuing to scroll down through his essay.

Another excruciating fifteen minutes until you were finished reading over every line intricately and leaving any commentary needed, you slid the laptop back closer to Zach.

“Just those edits, and it’s all good,” you told him, trying to avoid looking at him.

He tapped the desk, nodding. “Thanks,” he said, and you pursed your lips and nodded.

You bit your lip to try and prevent yourself from asking the question that has been hot on your mind, but the words vomit out before you can stop it, “How come you’ve been doing your homework here?”

You finally look into his striking blue eyes, seeing them widen before his cheeks turned a light shade of pink.

“It’s the student athlete tutoring center,” he pointed out, then pointed at himself. “Student athlete.”

You titled your head to the side, giving him “the look” as you said, “Zach…”

“Fine, fine,” he sighed with a small laugh, closing his laptop closed. “It’s the only time I ever get to see you, okay?”

You had an inkling feeling that was it, and you just nod in response.

“I can stop if seeing me bothers you,” he whispered.

“Seeing you would never bother me,” you said back.

The hopeful smile that erupted on his face made your heart sting.

The moment you two were having was interrupted when another student athlete walked up, asking for help since the printers weren’t working. You offered Zach a small smile, and he gave you a wave, before you got up to go to the opposite side of the tutoring center to figure out the printer.

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On your way to class the next day, you paused in front of the class you had with Zoey to see she was standing a little bit to the side of the pathway talking to Zach. You slowed your steps down a bit as you stared at them. You couldn’t see his face, but you could tell from the back of his head, jacket, and backpack that it was him.

That same guilty look was on Zoey’s face, and she was shaking her head. 

You could tell from Zach’s body language that he was upset, the way his shoulders lifted and his arms moved about as he talked, the way he did when he was trying to drive a point. 

You didn’t feel like watching them talk, putting your head down and heading into the building to go to class.

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“So, she broke up with you?” Zoey asked as she stood there staring up at Zach. She had asked him if they could talk when she saw him walking by on her way to class, and with an irritated huff, he agreed.

“She did not break up with me,” Zach said back sternly, shoving his hands into his pocket, kicking a rock on the floor. “She is just taking time to… process… what happened between you and I on the ski trip…”

“I didn’t mean for any of that stuff to happen… I—”

“I don’t really care what you meant to have happened,” Zach said back with a shrug. “You knew you weren’t my girlfriend, pretended to be anyways, and now she won’t talk to me.”

“Well, I don’t get why she’s upset with you when I’m to blame,” Zoey quipped back, earning a look from Zach.

“Don’t,” he shook his head at her. “Don’t try to make her out to be the bad guy here.”

“I’m not,” Zoey shook her head. “I’m just saying—”

“I don’t care what you’re saying, Zoey…” he sighed. He wiped his face with the palm of his hands and huffed frustratedly. “Look. It’s just a lot for her. First, she thought I ghosted her all weekend. Then, it looks to her like I had cheated on her, and then when she found out the truth, she hears that I was starting to feel things for you, and—”

“You were starting to feel things for me?”

He gave her an irritated glare when that was all she had heard from that.

“I love Y/N, okay?” he said to her sternly, using his hands to point to himself and then off to the side for emphasis. “Not you, not anyone else, just Y/N. Whatever fake relationship you and I had when I didn’t have my memories, that’s all it was, fake. You are not the Zoey I wanted.”

Zach looked away from her, and that was when he saw the back of your head, face pointed to the floor, as you sped-walked away into the building. He couldn’t tell if you had seen him and Zoey talking, but from the way you were walking so damn fast, maybe. Damn it. 

He turned back to Zoey, who had tears in her eyes. And he felt bad, because he didn’t enjoy making girls cry.

“Just…” for the umpteenth time, he sighed. “Just stay away from me and my girlfriend, I’m begging you.”

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Can we please have yandere Ellie

To Be Near You - ellie williams x reader

hi anon! i wasnt sure if you wanted headcannons or a fic, but lmk if i should do seomething else instead. I hope you enjoy:)

pairing: ellie williams x fem!reader

requests are open, send me songs or your silly ideas:)

HUGE WARNING: Yandere behavior, obsessive thoughts, emotional manipulation, stalking, slow burn, psychological themes, implied torture, confinement, disturbing intimacy, kidnapping

Summary: Ellie was quiet at first, just watching from the background — protective, helpful, always there. But her interest wasn’t harmless. What began as care turned into control, and slowly, you realized she was never going to let you go. Even when you stopped fighting, her obsession only grew stronger.

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Ellie didn’t remember when it started—when you became the only person she thought about. Maybe it was that time you sat two rows ahead of her in biology, your head tilted slightly, scribbling so fast in your notebook she thought smoke might rise from the page. Or maybe it was when you laughed at something stupid the professor said, that quiet little snort that made her chest feel too tight.

It didn’t matter. All Ellie knew was that you were hers—even if you didn’t know it yet.

She wasn’t stupid. She didn’t approach you like some lovesick idiot. No, she watched. Observed. She knew your routines down to the minute. Mondays, you always bought the cheap coffee from the cart near the arts building. Wednesdays, you skipped your last class and sat alone under the fig tree near the library with a book in your lap, legs crossed, headphones in. You always listened to that sad indie shit, the kind that made Ellie feel like your soul was a snow globe someone had shaken too hard.

She memorized the curve of your neck when you tied your hair up. The way you rubbed your thumb against your phone case when you were nervous. The way you always said “thank you” to the cleaning staff. You were good. Pure. You didn’t belong in a world like this—surrounded by people who wouldn’t protect you the way Ellie would.

So she started small. A bump in the hallway. An apologetic smile. The “accidental” sighting at your favorite coffee spot. She watched the way your eyes lit up when someone remembered your name. She made sure to say it just loud enough that you’d hear it from behind you in line—like it had only just occurred to her. “Oh, hey, y/n, right?”

You smiled. And Ellie’s obsession twisted tighter.

She told herself she’d wait. That she’d earn your trust. That you’d come to her in time, love her the way she already loved you—desperately, painfully. But every time she saw you talking to someone else, laughing too loud with some guy in class, her hands clenched in her jacket pockets until her nails drew blood.

She followed you home twice. Not close—never too close. She just needed to see. Needed to know you were safe. That no one had touched you. That you were still hers, even if you didn’t realize it yet.

And then came the night she saw you crying on your porch, phone to your ear, voice shaking as you muttered, “It’s just been a lot lately.”

That night, Ellie sat awake in bed until 4 a.m., writing a letter she never sent. She had to be careful. She didn’t want to scare you. Not yet.

But you needed her. You’d always needed her.

And Ellie would wait. Quiet. Patient. Because love like this—raw and unshakable—wasn't something people found in this world anymore.

She just had to make you see it.

The first time Ellie spoke to you, really spoke to you, was when she “accidentally” sat next to you in the library.

You were curled up near the window, highlighters scattered across your table like candy. Your brows were furrowed, a half-finished smoothie sweating beside your laptop. You looked stressed, overwhelmed, and so goddamn beautiful in your chaos that Ellie could hardly breathe.

She slid into the seat beside you like it wasn’t calculated. Like she hadn’t waited for this exact time and day, tracked when you usually studied alone here. Her notebook hit the table with a soft thud, and you looked up, a little surprised.

“Oh… hey,” you said with a polite smile.

Ellie felt the burn of her heart thudding in her throat. “Hey. Sorry, didn’t realize this spot was taken.”

“It’s okay,” you offered quickly, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “You can sit. I don’t mind.”

Of course you don’t, she thought. You’re so kind. You’d let the devil sit here if he smiled the right way.

She didn’t say anything for a while. Just opened her notebook, pretending to study, even though her eyes flicked to you every other second. She watched the way your pen tapped against your notes. Watched the crease between your brows deepen.

“You look like your brain’s about to melt,” Ellie joked softly.

You laughed — you laughed — and Ellie felt her ribs close in around her lungs.

“Tell me about it,” you sighed. “I have a paper due and like, zero motivation.”

And just like that, the door cracked open. Ellie stepped inside your world with a careful smile.

“I could help, if you want. I’m decent at writing. Got a lot of practice, thanks to Dr. Collins’ essay-from-hell last semester.”

Your eyes lit up in a way that made her throat ache. “Wait — you had Collins? You survived?”

“Barely,” Ellie chuckled. “But yeah. I made it out alive.”

You scooted over just a bit, angling your laptop toward her. “I will accept any and all help. Seriously.”

And that was it. Ellie was in.

She started popping up more — casual run-ins that were anything but accidental. She brought you coffee on the days she knew you had early classes. She left sticky notes on your desk in the library with dumb little jokes. You laughed every time. It was perfect.

But then you started talking about someone. A guy.

A classmate. A friend, you said.

Ellie’s hand clenched around her pen so tight it snapped.

You didn’t notice. You just kept talking, smiling softly, voice floating with affection.

That night, Ellie followed him home.

Just watched from a distance, hoodie up, breath steady despite the adrenaline in her veins. She just needed to know where he lived. Who he was. Whether he was a threat.

And when she saw him ignore your texts, leave you on read for hours, Ellie made her decision.

He wasn’t good enough for you.

She would be patient. But not forever.

You were already hers. She was just taking her time showing you that.

Ellie didn’t sleep for days after she saw your face fall when you mentioned him again — that guy. The one who didn’t deserve to breathe the same air as you.

She watched as you waited on campus, phone in hand, eyes scanning the crowd. You were standing outside your lecture hall, hands fidgeting with the sleeves of your sweater. You’d dressed nice today — makeup done, hair a little neater than usual.

All for him.

And he didn’t show.

Not until twenty minutes later, slouched and half-interested, offering a sheepish smile and a shrug like that could make up for your disappointment.

You smiled anyway. You always did.

Ellie’s jaw locked. Her breath stayed even. Her eyes didn’t blink.

He’d made you wait. He’d made you feel small.

She followed him home again, but this time she didn’t stay outside.

She waited until the lights in his apartment went dark. Waited until he was alone, headphones in, playing some stupid game on his console. He never even heard her come in.

The first hit wasn’t lethal. A metal pipe to the side of the knee — deliberate, punishing, shattering bone and pride in a single sickening crunch. The scream was immediate, high-pitched and raw.

She shoved him down hard, duct tape already in hand.

“I’m only going to say this once,” she muttered, eyes dark and unshaking. “You don’t talk to her again. You don’t look at her again.”

He gurgled something behind the tape, tears already running down his face.

Ellie leaned in, face inches from his. “You don’t even think about her. Got it?”

She didn’t wait for a reply. She didn’t need one.

Hours passed. Time didn’t matter. The sounds he made were pathetic, and she took her time — slow, cold, efficient. He needed to understand.

When she was done, she left him tied and bloody, tossed across the room like garbage. Alive. Barely. But enough to live in fear.

A message.

A warning.

No police report would follow — she knew his type. Weak. Cowardly. A memory she'd already erased from your life.

The next day, you looked a little confused, almost concerned. You mentioned you hadn’t heard from him.

“He probably ghosted me,” you said, trying to laugh it off. “Wouldn’t be the first time a guy flaked.”

Ellie put a hand gently on your shoulder.

“I don’t think you need someone like that anyway.”

You looked at her, softer than she expected. “Yeah,” you said quietly. “Maybe you’re right.”

You didn’t pull away when she touched your arm. You leaned into her comfort. Into her warmth.

It was working.

Ellie smiled all the way home, blood still under her nails.

You didn’t think much of it when Ellie offered to drive you home that night. You were both on campus, it was dark, cold. And you trusted her to an extent.

It was late, you were tired, and she was already waiting by your car, leaning against it like it was hers. You hesitated — maybe because something in her eyes looked different. But she smiled, soft and familiar, and you told yourself you were being paranoid.

You shouldn’t have gotten in.

The drive started off normal enough. Familiar roads. Ellie humming lowly to a song you used to love. But then she made a turn you didn’t recognize. And then another. You frowned, asked her where she was going. She didn’t answer at first — just tapped the steering wheel and said, “Shortcut.”

You stopped memorizing the turns after a while. There were too many. Too quick. Trees instead of buildings. Darkness instead of streetlights. Your phone? Gone. She'd taken it before you even noticed.

“Ellie, turn around.”

She didn’t. Her knuckles were white on the wheel, jaw tight, eyes forward.

“You’ll be safe now,” she muttered, almost to herself. “Finally.”

Your pulse pounded. You tried the door once — it was locked. The child-lock kind. Her kind.

You never expected it from her. Sweet, quiet Ellie. The one who helped you study, who brought you soup when you were sick. But this Ellie was different — sharper, obsessive, like she'd been waiting to snap.

Eventually, the road ended, and the cabin appeared — old, isolated, deep in the woods where no one could hear you scream. You begged. You reasoned. You cried. But Ellie only looked at you like she’d finally gotten everything she ever wanted.

“You don’t need anyone else,” she whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead as she led you inside. “You have me now.”

The days began to bleed together.

You didn’t know how long you had been in Ellie’s cabin—if you could even call it that. Hidden somewhere deep in the mountains, no cell service, no internet, no roads visible from the windows. Just trees. Endless, quiet trees.

At first, you screamed. You cried. You didn’t eat.

Ellie didn’t punish you for it. She just watched. Quiet. Patient. Like a wolf waiting for a limb to go still so she could safely bite off the infection.

“You’ll feel better if you eat,” she’d whisper. Her voice low, cracked like old vinyl. “I made your favorite. I remember you said it once… back in class. Thought I wasn’t listening, huh?”

She remembered everything.

The chipped nail polish you used to wear. The way your eyes fluttered when you were nervous. The offhanded comments you made about never feeling seen.

“I see you,” she told you one night. And something in her voice made your stomach flip—not in fear. Something… deeper.

You hated that part.

You hated that after four days, your hands stopped shaking every time she opened the door. That on day five, when you cried and she wiped your tears with her thumbs, you didn’t pull away.

“It's okay,” Ellie whispered. “He’s gone. He can’t hurt you anymore.”

You wanted to scream that he didn’t hurt you. That Ellie was the only one who ever had. But your voice cracked. And you didn’t want to see that look in her eyes again—the one that was both love and danger, stitched into the same grin.

She started brushing your hair.

“I used to imagine this,” she murmured. “You, right here. Safe. Close to me.”

Her hands were gentle. Too gentle. As if afraid you'd break.

“You’re learning to trust me now, aren’t you?”

You didn’t answer. But your head leaned ever so slightly into her touch.

That night, she let you out of the room for the first time. Not outside—never outside—but into her world. Books. Sketches. Maps marked with little red Xs.

“This is everything I built… for you.”

There was a soft bed in the corner. New sheets. Lavender scented.

“You can sleep here tonight,” she said, fingers brushing your lower back. “Closer to me.”

And you did.

It wasn't trust. Not really. Maybe exhaustion. Maybe your mind, frayed from isolation. But when Ellie wrapped her arms around you under the thick quilt, and whispered “you’re mine” against your hair, something inside you cracked.

Not a break.

A splinter.

You stopped counting the days.

There was no point. No clocks, no sunlight. Just the quiet hum of Ellie’s voice when she read to you at night. The sound of her boots on the wooden floor. The soft clink of silverware she set down with each careful meal.

There was something peaceful about it—if you didn’t think too hard.

You had screamed. Begged. Raged. And still, she had stayed. Never yelling. Never raising her hand. Just watching. Waiting.

Now, you didn’t scream.

You didn’t fight when she helped you bathe. When she dried your hair with a towel that smelled like pine and her.

You didn’t flinch when she kissed your cheek and whispered, “Good girl.”

She’d reward you when you were obedient. More time out of the room. A book. A blanket from home. A drawing of you she spent hours perfecting—eyes too soft, mouth too sad.

"You’re safer now,” she murmured one night, tracing your collarbone with her fingertips. “You don’t have to run anymore.”

You didn’t answer. Because she was right. There was nowhere to run. Not anymore.

The turning point wasn’t loud. It didn’t come with violence. It came with a whisper. A flicker. A moment where you looked in the mirror and didn’t recognize the fear in your eyes anymore.

You saw her.

Ellie.

All-consuming. Ever-present. Everything.

So when she curled into bed beside you that night, wrapping her arms around your waist and burying her face into the crook of your neck, you let her.

You didn’t close your eyes right away. You stared at the wooden beams above. You breathed with her. Matched her rhythm.

"I knew you’d come around,” she said softly. “I just had to be patient. You were always mine. You just didn’t know it yet.”

You didn’t cry. You didn’t flinch.

You just let her hold you, let her hand find yours, let her whisper love into your skin like it was salvation, not damnation.

In the morning, she painted your nails. Brushed your hair with a comb she’d carved your name into. Called you her wife.

You didn’t correct her. What was the point?

She kissed your temple.

“You’re perfect now,” Ellie said. “Exactly how I dreamed you’d be.”

And in her green eyes—those bright, haunting eyes—you saw it:

Obsession disguised as love. Love tainted with control.

And you?

You were no longer a prisoner. You were a possession.

And slowly—terrifyingly—you were starting to want to be.

The cabin was warm. Not just in temperature, but in the way Ellie moved through it like it was a home you built together.

Your toothbrush sat next to hers now. She’d written your name on a tag and tied it with twine.

There was a mug on the counter—chipped and faded—that said “World’s Best Wife.” You weren’t sure where she found it. You didn’t ask.

You never asked anymore. Ellie called it your honeymoon phase.

She woke you gently every morning with kisses to your shoulder. She cooked, always your favorite dishes—eggs, tomatoes, sourdough bread, strawberries. She pulled your chair out at the table and watched you eat like it was her reward for every horrible thing she'd done to bring you here.

You weren’t chained anymore. But the door was always locked.

You didn’t try it anymore, not since the last time—when she’d found you standing in the kitchen, your hand hovering over the doorknob, and her voice had gone cold in that way that turned your bones to ice.

“You’re not thinking of leaving me,” she’d said, stepping closer. “Not after everything I’ve done for you. Right, baby?”

You had nodded. Fast. Too fast. She forgave you. But not without consequence.

That night, she didn’t let you out of bed—not even for water. She held you tight, almost bruising, whispered how much it scared her to think of you gone. How she’d die without you. How she’d kill for you.

You believed her. You still did.

Now, she was too happy.

She sang while she cooked. Danced with you in the living room, hands firm on your waist, eyes never blinking. She kissed your forehead too long. Said things like “I love you more every second,” and “You don’t need anyone else. Just me.”

You nodded every time.

And yet… something in her had started to snap again.

It was little things at first. The silence when you mentioned your old life. The way her jaw clenched when you looked too long at the photo of your family she’d allowed you to keep.

Then came the photos. The ones she took of you while you were asleep. Hundreds of them.

Piled in boxes. Taped to the walls of a room you weren’t allowed to enter until she “surprised” you one night.

“I just love you so much,” she breathed, showing you the shrine. “I had to make something that felt like you were everywhere.”

You had smiled. You didn’t know what else to do.

But the worst came next.

She came back from town covered in blood.

You had asked—trembling, afraid, already knowing.

And Ellie… she didn’t lie.

“He kept asking about you,” she said. “Your ex. The one who used to text. I couldn’t have that, baby. I won’t let them take you from me.”

She cupped your cheek with her bloodied hand, eyes soft, voice like silk.

“I did it for us.”

You didn’t scream. You didn’t cry.

Because in your heart, that last thread of resistance had snapped.

You realized something then:

You weren’t staying because you were trapped.

You were staying because this was the only place her love made sense anymore.

Twisted. Devoted. Terrifying.

But yours.

[sturnsxbbyeilish]

Daddy’s girl, and mine…

warnings! : mentions of sex (not actual sex though) age gap, i dont really know??

This is heavily inspired by @luvs4matt’s dilf au

Chris was six years older than you, and every second of it showed — in all the best ways. You never had time for boys your age anyway. They talked too much, tried too hard. Chris didn’t have to. He was the room when he walked into it.

He had that kind of rough perfection you only see in daydreams — tall, broad chest, thick forearms inked from wrist to bicep in black and grey tattoos that told a life before this one. Not the kind of guy who used filters or wore skinny jeans. He had that slow, masculine energy — calm, unreadable, dangerous if you didn’t know better. Dark, slightly wavy hair he always kept messy, like he never tried. A jawline sharp enough to bruise and eyes so intense, you swore they pinned you in place. He smelled like cedarwood and leather — addictive and clean.

He was a single dad, full custody. His ex was long gone — her idea, not his. She “wasn’t cut out for motherhood,” he said once, voice low like it was a secret. He didn’t sound bitter. Just tired. He’d been raising his daughter, Sienna, on his own since she was two. She was four now — sharp as a whip and bright as sunshine, a little thing with her dad’s blue eyes and her own wild heart.

You met her at the kindergarten where you worked, and from the moment she saw you, it was like gravity. She followed you around like a shadow, drew you pictures, called you “my best one.” You adored her. You adored him. Chris would pick her up every day in that black matte Jeep, tattoos out, sunglasses on, all slow steps and low voice. Every mom there watched him like prey. But it was you he waited for with his eyes.

You started sleeping together after the third parent-teacher meeting. He invited you for dinner. She was asleep. And after one look across his dimly lit kitchen, you were done for. He kissed like he meant it, like he owned it — hands rough on your hips, mouth unforgiving, voice low and filthy when he got you under him. That night, he didn’t let you go until you were shaking in his sheets. He never did.

Every other weekend, Sienna stayed at her grandparents — his parents, good people who adored her. And those weekends? You belonged to Chris. Bent over his kitchen counter, clawing at his back in the shower, moaning into pillows as he whispered things in your ear you couldn’t believe you liked. He wasn’t just good in bed — he was addictive. Slow. Deep. Possessive. He loved wrecking you, loved spoiling you after — silk robes, gold around your neck, first-class tickets to “run away for a bit.”

And even though she was too young to know what happened when she was gone, Sienna saw the way he looked at you. Saw how your face softened when you looked back.

One Wednesday afternoon, she took his hand at pickup, tilted her little face up, and said sweetly, like it was the most obvious thing in the world,

“Daddy, can Miss [name] be my new mommy?”

Your heart stopped. Chris looked at you over her head, his mouth twitching like he was fighting a smirk.

“She already kind of is,” he said, voice low just for you.

And from the way he held your stare — from the memory of the night before still burning between your legs — you knew he wasn’t just talking about coloring books and lunchboxes.

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Your Teddy ~ Theodore Nott x f!reader (PART 3 & END)

Requested: No

Pairing: Theodore Nott x f!reader (+ SPOILER x f!reader - secret and non-reciprocal.)

Summary: y/n gets adjusted at her new life with Theo's help.

Word count: 6.2K

Warnings: swearing, English is not my first language

A/N: Thank God one of my classes on Wednesday was online and the other was cancelled otherwise I don't know when I could have written it lmaooo. ANYWAY. Thank you guys so much for +270 followers, love y'all!! Comments and feedback are always appreciated. Sorry for the typos. Hope you enjoy it! xx

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PART TWO

“Darling?” your mother calls from downstairs. “Dinner is ready!”

Putting your book away, you rose from your bed and let out a silent sigh. The day after your conversation with Theo, your parents insisted you get home to rest, and, while you didn’t want to leave Hogwarts, they seemed to want you with them so bad that you had reluctantly accepted. You had now been home for over two weeks, two weeks spent reading books to learn some things and reading letters from Pansy and Theo. While Pansy’s letters were enjoyable and kept you updated on classes and the current gossip at school, you had to admit you awaited for Theo’s letters the most. He wrote to you about his daily life, sometimes making you laugh with a joke or when he told you about what funny thing one of his friends had done or said, and always ended the letter with the same sentence: I miss you. Those words shouldn’t make you feel the way they did, but they did; and you shouldn’t be missing Theo that much, but you were. 

From the moment you saw him, Theo had captivated your mind. You didn’t know if it was the way he had hugged you when he stormed in the hospital wing, the way he looked at you with those blue eyes of his, or just him, but ever since you had seen him in the hospital wing, you had a hard time not thinking about him. When you had realised what having lost all your memory meant, you were scared some people would lie to you or pretend to be someone they weren’t, but for some reason you knew Theo hadn’t lied. You had felt incredibly guilty when you saw how hurt he was when he learnt you didn’t know who he was - and still felt that way. But now, you also wanted to get to know him, and to spend time with him. There was something about him that just drew you towards him. It was partly physical, because, well, he was gorgeous, but also in his personality, how soft his voice was when he was talking to you, how patient and understanding he was, and how he made you feel safe without even trying. And now, after three weeks of only writing to each other, you couldn’t wait to see him again - but never dared to say it. I’ll try to tell him I miss him in my next letter.  

Leaving your room, you went downstairs to find your parents around the table, your mother bringing dinner to the table and your father finishing to set the table. They immediately smiled at you, and you smiled back. Your parents had been nothing but kind and understanding during your stay, but they constantly tried to make you remember things, so much so that you started to feel a bit overwhelmed after a while - which was another reason you couldn’t wait to go back to Hogwarts. 

“Got some rest, darling?” your father asked, sitting on the other side of the table.

“I hope you don’t overwork yourself, sweetie,” your mother continued. “You’re here to get rest and recover.” 

“I’m fine,” you assured them with a smile, sitting down.

“Are you sure, darling? I have to say, you look a bit tired.”

Your mother was right, and there was a reason for that fatigue. Each night, you had terrible dreams about your abduction - dreams or memories, who knew? - and you were now almost afraid to sleep. Like you had told Theo, you were thankful you didn’t remember anything about your kidnapping, but having those dreams brought you a bit of anxiety. You hadn’t told anyone, because you were scared that your parents would freak out, and didn’t tell Theo in order not to bother him. You ate your plate, not saying a word as your parents talked about everything and anything. Once you were done, there was a moment of comfortable silence, and you cleared your throat. 

“I have something to ask you guys,” you said. 

“What is it, dear?” 

“I’d like to go back to Hogwarts,” you answered, not beating around the bush. “I think I’m fully recovered now. It was nice being here, and I appreciate everything you did for me, but I think it would be good for me to go back to school.” 

Your parents shared a look, and for a second you thought they were gonna insist you stayed here.

“If that’s what you want, y/n,” your mother said, “then we support you.”

“We’ll write to Professor Dumbledore tomorrow,” your father nodded. “It will be good for you to be with your friends again.” 

“And Theodore,” your mother added with a wink. 

You felt your cheeks becoming pink and looked at your plate.

“He’s a good lad,” your father smiled.

“I hope you guys will…find a way to get back to the relationship you had,” your mother said gently. “You loved him a lot.” 

You nodded, and after a long moment of your parents telling you stories about your childhood, you decided to bid your parents goodnight - which always included a hug - and went back upstairs to your room. You lit a candle, as it was dark outside, and sat down at your desk before grabbing a piece of parchment, a quill and some ink. 

Dear Teddy, 

I was supposed to stay a little longer with my parents, but I really want to go back to Hogwarts now. My parents will write to Professor Dumbledore tomorrow, and I hope to be at school in the next few days. 

I miss you.

y/n

You then turned to your owl, who apparently had the habit of going to sleep at the same time as you, who made a small noise as if to greet you as you opened its cage. 

“Can you take it to Theo?” you asked your pet. 

You gently stroked its feathers, and then your owl took the letter and flew across the opened window. 

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You stepped out of the chimney, and, as expected, found yourself in Professor Snape’s office. He was sitting on his desk, apparently grading students’ work, and barely raised his eyes to look at you.

“Good evening, Professor.”

“Miss y/l/n. I hope you’re fully recovered.”

His last words surprised you, as you had found him cold and severe during the few minutes you saw him in the hospital wing. 

“Yes, thank you, sir.”

“Then I shall see you in class.”

“Yes, sir.”

Carrying your luggage, you left his office, and, as you expected, you found Pansy waiting for you in the corridor. She immediately opened her arms and almost ran to give you a hug, which you gladly accepted.

“Aw, darling, I’m so happy you’re back! How do you feel?”

“I’m good.”

But your attention was on the person behind her. Theo was leant against the wall, his hands in his pockets. You detached yourself from Pansy, and Theo and you started to walk towards each other. You felt your heart beat faster, and it even beat faster when Theo gave you a small, shy, smile. Did I feel that way before?

“Hey.”

“Hey. It’s nice to see you.”

“You too.”

It was a bit awkward, as neither of you knew what to do - a hug? A kiss? - but Theo stared at you for a second before stepping closer, gently cupping your face in his hands and kissing your forehead. You closed your eyes, enjoying his touch and his lips on your skin much more than you thought. After the kiss, his hands remained on both sides of his face before he took them away, and you felt disappointed and sad.

“Thank you for your letters,” you said. “I really enjoyed receiving them.” 

“I liked your answers, too,” he said. 

You smiled at him, and suddenly Pansy chuckled.

“Come on, you bloody lovebirds, let’s go.”

You and Theo shared an amused look before you all went to the Slytherin common room, which was near. 

“We should go get dinner,” Pansy said. “y/n, dear, how about you put that luggage in your bag and you’ll unpack after dinner?”

“Alright,” you nodded.

After all, you were hungry too. Pansy led to your dorm, as you honestly didn’t remember where it was, and you put your luggage inside before going to the Great Hall alongside Pansy and Theo. On the way, Pansy kept talking about all that happened while you were gone, but only heard half of it as your hand kept touching Theo’s, which made you somehow want to hold it - or at least to have some physical contact with him. I’m going crazy, you thought. Why do I want to touch someone who’s still a stranger? 

Once in the Great Hall, you sat between Pansy and Theo, who introduced you to his friends, who all greeted you warmly. You looked around, trying to familiarise yourself with the large, beautiful crowded room. As you had lived in a quiet house for weeks, all the noise around made you feel uneasy and comfortable. Only Theo seemed to notice, as he grabbed your hand under the table. You turned to him, and found him giving you a reassuring, warm look. You squeezed his hand, both to show thankfulness and affection, and he gently stroked the top of your hand. You started to feel better, and focused on the conversations the boys were having. You didn’t participate in it, as you had ho idea what they were talking about half the time, but you laughed at their jokes - and, with each laugh, Theo and you shared a look. Once you were done eating, Pansy and you decided to go back to the common room - as it was still too early to go to bed -, and the boys followed. After sitting on one of the green couches, again next to Theo, for two hours spent listening to the boys, sometimes talking to Pansy and again feeling the push to touch Theo’s hand. As it was now getting late, the boys started to go to bed, as they started classes early tomorrow, but unlike earlier, Theo didn’t hesitate to once again cup your face in his warm hands and kiss your forehead, but this time, you got on your tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek. 

“Good night, Teddy.”

“Good night, cara mia.”

You blushed at the nickname, before following Pansy - whose dorm was not far away from yours. 

“I promised to spend the night with Daphne,” Pansy said, apparently feeling guilty. “Her dorm is the one next to yours, so I won’t be very far if you need me, okay? You got along very well with Daphne before your…um, departure. She won’t mind at all.”

“Don’t worry about me,” you said. “I’m actually tired, so I don’t think I’ll have a hard time falling asleep.” 

“Alright.” Pansy hugged you, “Sleep well, dear.”

She gave you one last hug before entering Daphne’s dorm, leaving you alone in the silent corridor. You went into your dorm, closing the door behind you. You looked at the unfamiliar room full of unfamiliar objects. It felt as if it all belonged to someone else. Trying to ignore the feeling, you unpacked your bag, went to take a shower and then went to bed. Tomorrow, Pansy would give you a list of all the things they saw in class while you were gone and it was going to take you a while to catch up on everything - and if you didn’t manage to, it was going to be even harder to pass your exams at the end of the year. 

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“y/n, wake up! Come on, wake up!”

You jolted awake, trying to catch your breath. The dark, cold room and the unfamiliar voices that had been plaguing your sleep were still fresh in your mind, and your first reflex when you felt two hands on your shoulders was to try to pull away.

“Amore, it’s me!” 

It took you half a second to realise you were in your dorm, safe, and that it was Theo in front of you. 

“Teddy?” 

He nodded, and sat on the bed. “I had the feeling I needed to check up on you, and when I came you were having a nightmare.” 

He started stroking your shoulders with all the tenderness in the world, and, almost without realising it, you put your head in his chest, and he immediately wrapped his arms around you, holding you as close as he could, and put his chin on the top of your head.

“It’s okay, baby, I’m here.” 

He pressed a light yet tender kiss on your temple and your heart, which had been beating very fast from waking up so abruptly, starting beating normally. After a while, you felt better, and not once did Theo move. 

“Thank you, Teddy,” you whispered.

“Of course, tesoro.”

Despite wanting to stay in the comfort of his arms, you detached yourself from him, but he kept one of his arms around you. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asked, his thumb stroking your skin.

You shook your head, and he gave you a nod. 

“I don’t remember much,” you said. “But… Teddy?”

“Hum?”

“Would you…Would you mind staying here with me?” you asked more shyly than you thought.

Theo looked at you and had a soft half smile. 

“I’d like nothing more, love.” 

He bent to press a kiss on your temple and you moved to the side of the bed to give him as much space as you could. Once he was ready, he gently brought your head to his chest before putting one arm around your waist and the other in your hair. Instinctively, you put one hand on the side of his neck, and after a short moment, you felt your whole body relax. You closed your eyes, and suddenly realised Theo smelt amazing.

“You smell good,” you whispered without thinking.

He had a chuckle, and you couldn’t help but smile.

“You used to tell me that often,” he said. “But thank you, cara mia, you smell good too.”

He started playing with your hair, and you fell asleep to the beating of his heart and his warmth.

When you woke up the next morning, your head was in the crook of Theo’s neck, and one of your legs was over one of his. His arms were still tightly wrapped around you, and, looking at him, you couldn’t help but smile at how adorable he looked when he was sleeping. You put your head back, wanting to enjoy the comfort of his warm embrace for a moment, but you realised it was time to wake up. You pressed some kisses on his cheek, and after a while he started slowly moving. 

“Wake up, sleeping beauty.”

He groaned before he finally opened his eyes, and his lips immediately turned into a smile. He looked at you for a moment, and brought his hand to your cheek.

“I almost forgot how good it felt,” he said almost to himself.

“What?” you frowned. 

“To wake up with you in my arms.” 

“It feels good too,” you whispered, caressing his hair. “And I know it felt good before my abduction.” 

There was no way it didn’t feel like that before. If only I could remember…

“We should get up,” you said.

He nodded and had a small sigh, “Yeah, we should.” But then he smiled, “But five more minutes, please?” 

You laughed and nodded.

“Alright, five more minutes.” 

But, as you should have expected, five minutes into ten, then twenty, and finally thirty before you managed to have him let you get out of bed. You rose from the bed, which made him groan in annoyance, and as you went to the bathroom to get your school uniform, you turned to the bed, where Teddy hadn’t moved.  

“Teddy, come on!” you laughed.

“You know, cara mia, no one would mind if you only started class tomorrow.”

You know he was likely to be right, but you shook your head.

“Maybe, but I have enough to catch on already. I can’t afford to be even further behind.”

“I’ll help you,” he said, sitting. “You were always a very good student, why shouldn’t you be now?”

“Maybe I was, but now it’s different.” 

Teddy stared at you, and you immediately knew what he thought. Yes, it is different now.

“I can still help you,” he said.

You nodded, “I’d love that, Teddy.” 

He finally got up, and agreed to go dress up in his dorm when you asked him.

“We’ll meet in the common room in five minutes,” you assured him. 

And as promised, you met there five minutes later, both all ready for the day. It felt a bit weird to be in a uniform, but you did your best to ignore it. After all, everyone was wearing it. Theo and you sat again with his friends and Pansy, who immediately asked you how was your night.

“Oh, really good.”

You and Theo shared a look and you felt yourself blush. 

After breakfast, you walked with Theo to class, with him sometimes giving you information about the castle, or something you saw. On the way, some students came to you to tell you they were happy to see you again, and each time, you felt thankful but awkward. But thankfully, Theo didn’t leave your side once, and always let you know who the person was - friends for the most part. They were Slytherins for most, but as you came closer to class, it was a Gryffindor boy, with dark hair, green eyes and glasses, who approached you.

“y/n? Hi, how are you?”

“I’m fine, thank you.” 

You noticed the strange scar he had on his forehead, but it felt impolite to ask him about it. 

“Back off, Potter,” Theo said coldly. “We don’t have time for you.”

“Teddy, don’t be rude,” you frowned.

“I was just asking how she was,” the Gryffindor boy said calmly. “I wasn’t talking to you.” He turned to you with a kind look, “I’m glad to see that you’re alright. But…You really don’t remember anything?”

Theo opened his mouth to answer but you were faster.

“No, unfortunately. If you don’t mind me asking, what’s your name?” 

“Harry,” he simply answered. “I’m Harry. We…” 

This time, Theo sighed.

“It is really kind of you to ask how my girl was, Potter, but if the Chosen One will excuse us, we’re gonna be late for Potions.”

He put an arm around your waist, and before you could say anything, led you to the end of the corridor. You gave Harry a look of excuse, but he only stared at you.

“Teddy, that was rude,” you said as you entered the Potions room. “He was nice.”

“Not all people are as nice as they look, love,” he simply said and you rolled your eyes. 

“But, if he asked me how I was, he must have been a friend, no?”

Theo had a small, annoyed sigh. “That’s a big word. But your closest friend is Pansy. And also Daphne, I guess. If you need more friends, ask Pansy to introduce you to girls from our house. Or at least, who aren’t in Gryffindor.” 

Theo indicated you a seat in the middle of the class, and sat next to you.

“By the way,” you asked, “what is that strange scar he has?”

Theo sneered, “Long story.”

You were about to ask him when Professor Snape came in, and all conversations faded at once. He gave instructions for the rest of the lesson, and you and Theo worked on the potion. You laughed a few times because Theo couldn’t stop making jokes. Snape eventually noticed and came over.

“Mr Nott, do focus on the potion. Miss y/l/n needs to concentrate if she wishes to get back to the same level as the rest of the class, and I think your immature foolishness will make it harder.”

“We’re sorry, professor,” you apologised. “I was a bit nervous, as it is my first class since I got back, and Teddy was only trying to help…in his own way.”

Snape stared at you both and left without a word. Theo and you looked at each other and had a hard time not laughing.

“Dumbledore must have asked him to be nicer to you,” he whispered as he stirred the potion. “Usually, we would have got detention. Or at least a threat of it.” 

The rest of the class went smoothly, and so did the rest of the day, with all the teachers telling you they were there if you needed anything, and helping you if needed. As the last class of the day ended,  you put your book in your bag and rose from your seat. Theo did the same, and you started walking to the door, but Theo didn’t move. 

“Pansy and I need to talk to Professor McGonnagall,” he said. “It’s gonna take a while,” he sighed. “Hey, how about you go to my dorm - it’s the first one after the serpent symbol - and eat the snacks I left there? You used to like them.”

You were a bit surprised, but nodded. You left the class, and walked down the corridor when you heard a voice from your left side.

“y/n!”

You turned your head and saw Harry in a smaller, darker corridor. 

“Harry?”

“Can we talk?” 

Your eyes went to the door of the class, where Theo still was.

“Sure.”

You walked to place yourself in front of Harry, and you noticed he looked at you strangely. 

“I’m sure you’ve been asked this several times, but you don’t really remember anything about your abduction?”

“No,” you shook your head. “Nothing.”

You could have talked to him about the nightmares, but if you didn’t tell Theo, the person you were the closest to at the moment, why would you talk to a stranger about it?

“And,” Harry continued, “what did they tell you about it?”

You frowned, trying to remember the first conversation you had with Professor Dumbledore. “Well, they said I went to, um, Hogsmeade, I think, alone, and that’s where I was last seen. Apparently I was kidnapped because my parents work at the Ministry. They also don’t know where I was being held or how I escaped.” 

Harry thought for a second. “And what did tell you about the Death Eaters?”

You frowned again, “Not much, only that they worked for someone with bad intentions. But I’m aware I was likely interrogated and tortured, though. Why?”

“Nott,” Harry said. “His father used to work for that ‘someone with bad intentions’. Malfoy’s father too. Oh, and, Nott’s best mate Riddle, he’s the son of that someone.”

You tried to register his words. Theo’s father? You knew Theo did not see him much, and never thought much about it. Draco? Who has been nothing but polite and kind to you? And Mattheo, the funny Mattheo who constantly teased Theo like a brother, and was friendly and warm? After all, you didn’t know any of them. For all you knew, they might have lied all along. 

“You…think they know something?” 

Harry shrugged, “Who knows. All I’m saying is that you shouldn’t trust anyone. I…just want you to be safe, okay?” 

He opened his mouth to say something else but kept silent. 

“I’ll be fine,” you assured him. “Don’t worry.”

“I’m here if you need anything.”

You nodded and after giving him a polite smile, you went back to the corridor, and walking down it, you ran into Professor Snape.

“Miss y/l/n.”

“Sir?”

“The Headmaster wishes to see you in his office at once. Please follow me.”

You nodded and followed him through numerous corridors. He made you enter a beautiful room with several windows, where the Headmaster was waiting for you. 

“Professor, Miss y/l/n.”

“Thank you, Severus. Please, Miss, take a seat. Make yourself comfortable.”

You approached his desk, and sat on one of the large grey armchairs - which were far more comfortable than they looked.

“If you allow me, Miss, how do you feel?”

“I’m well, thank you, sir.” 

“And how was your first day here?”

“Very good, sir. I’m glad to be back in class with my classmates.”

 “Good, good. And, one last question, did any of your memories come back?”

You shook your head, “No, sir. I tried to remember anything, even small things, but in vain so far.”

Dumbledore nodded. “I expected it, do not worry. However, if I made you come here today, it’s not only to make sure you are well, but also, giving your answer to my last question, to tell you there is maybe a way to find your memory back.”

Your eyes widened in surprise, “Really?”

“Yes. Please, come”

You rose from the armchair and followed him to a small, beautiful basin you hadn’t noticed. 

“This is a Pensieve,” Dumbledore said kindly. "If I put a memory inside, I can watch it. Even the details I don’t remember will be there. However, in your case, I have a bit of hope that, if you put your head inside, you might find your memory again, or at least some of it.” He paused before continuing in an even kinder voice, “But if you do not wish to try, I will not force you. All you have to do is to say ‘no’ and I walk you to the door and wish you a good evening.”

“I want to try.”

For me, and for Teddy. He deserves it. 

And also to see if they’re all lying. 

Dumbledore smiled, “I’ll admit I’m happy to hear it, young lady. So, whenever you’re ready…You will just need to hold your breath for a moment…"

You nodded and walked to the basin, putting both your hands on it. You held your breath, and, having the reflex of closing your eyes, put your forehead forward in the liquid. Your eyes opened by themselves, but no memory came. No scene with your parents when you were a child,, or here at school with Pansy or Theo. The liquid seemed to move a little, as it was being stirred, but eventually, all you saw was white. You waited for a moment, before going back to the surface. You breathed again, and realised, stupidly, that you weren’t even wet. 

“Nothing, sir,” you said, feeling ashamed as if you had failed an exam or didn’t understand something that even a five year old got. “There was only white.”

The Headmaster nodded, “Yes, so I thought. Trust that I’m sorry, Miss. But I will continue looking for a remedy. In the meantime, if your friends or Mr Nott want to show you a memory they have, my door is always open.” 

“Thank you, sir.”

“I believe it is now time for me to wish you a good rest of your evening.”

“Good night, sir.”

You left the office and, after getting lost a few times, managed to finally find your way to the Slytherin’s common room. You heard familiar voices as you came in, and several faces immediately turned to you.

“y/n!” 

Theo and Pansy rose from the green couches and almost ran to you.

“Where the hell were you?” Theo asked in an angry voice. “We searched for you everywhere.”

“I’m sorry,” you said, not expecting him to behave like that, “I was with Professor Dumbledore, he wanted to see how I was doing.” 

“Oh,” Pansy said. “That explains why we couldn't find you. Well, I have to go to the library to do some homework, so I'll see you both later.”

After Pansy left, Theo took your hand and gave you a large smile.

“I have a surprise for you, amore. In your dorm.”

“A surprise?” you said with a smile. 

“Yes,” he laughed. “Pansy and I actually didn’t have anything to tell McGonagall, we just needed to make sure everything was ready. That’s why I asked you to leave. Come on.”

His hand in yours, he led you to your dorm, where he slightly opened the door. 

“Close your eyes, love.”

A smile on your face, you closed them, and Theo put his hands on your shoulders to lead you in, and once you were inside, he put them around your waist. 

“You can look, baby,” he whispered in your ear.

You opened them, and saw the room had completely been transformed. There were flowers and at least thirty small lights in the air (A/N: Like in Disney’s “Tangled”, except it’s not lanterns) all arranged in a precise manner alongside shooting stars, and on your bed were several snacks and several presents. 

“Teddy! It’s so beautiful!” you said, and, without thinking, kissed him on the cheek.

“I’m glad you like it, cara mia. Come.”

The both of you sat on the bed, and he presented all the snacks - and the drinks - he had brought.

“I only took your favourite,” he smiled. “I can’t wait for you to try them.”

The feeling of guiltiness you had when the Pensieve didn’t work came back and you sighed. Maybe I can at least tell him that I tried somehow… 

“I tried,” you said. “In Dumbledore’s office. He…tried to make me remember, but…nothing came. I’m sorry, Teddy. I really want to remember, I promise you.”

“Amore, don’t be sorry,” he cupped one of your cheeks and pressed a kiss on it. “I know you would do anything to remember. And I know it’s not your fault.” 

You nodded before clearing your throat. “Teddy, I…I have a question.”

“Go ahead, amore.”

“Is it true your father used to be a Death Eater?”

Theo looked at you for a while, with both surprise and confusion.

“What? Who told you?” 

You hesitated, but decided to be honest. “Harry. He came to talk to me after class, and…”

“God damn it!” he said, angry now. “This little fucker always have to ruin things. Ever since we got together, he always tried to put ideas into your head.” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “y/n, look, it’s true my father used to work for You-Know-Who, but I don’t know if he went back to him after his return, and I don’t care! He could die and I wouldn’t care! I don’t care about him, what he does or what he believes in. All I care about is us and, well, my friends, but I don’t give a damn about anything else!” 

“Teddy,” you said, “I know you care! I’m not saying you’re like him, but maybe through your father and Draco’s, we could find a way to find out who abducted me.”

Theo looked at you, apparently thinking. “We could try…But even if my father or Draco’s father or even his aunt know something, I don’t see them telling us anything unless we use Veritaserum. And we would have to wait for the next school break to ask them.” 

“I can wait,” you say. 

Theo sighed, “If that’s what you want, we’ll make a plan. But, tonight, can we just celebrate being together?” 

Both his voice and eyes were pleading, and all you could do was nod.

“Of course, Teddy.”

He seemed to relax, and, one by one, handed you the presents. There were books, an album filled with pictures of you and Theo, a small book where Theo had written all your memories together, and, to finish, some jewellery - a gorgeous necklace with a heart-shaped diamond, a ring with a small white flower on it - and you thought there was no more gifts and was about to give him a “thank you” kiss on the cheek but Theo took a small grey bag from his back. 

“This one is special,” he said before handing it to you.

You took it with a smile, and opened it. There was a beautiful, small bracelet inside. You took it out and was about to put it on when Theo reached a hand out.

“Do you mind if I put it on your wrist?”

“Sure.

You gave him your wrist and he put the bracelet, but he didn’t let go of your wrist, looking instead at it and caressing it with his thumb. 

“This bracelet is different from the other gifts,” he said. “I gifted it to you on our first anniversary. It has never left your wrist ever since, except once.” You frowned and he looked at you, “when you got abducted, you lost it. I found it on the ground when I was looking for you, and I knew something was wrong.” 

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before continuing, “Your absence was killing me, cara mia. We were never separated since we got together, you know. Even during school breaks, you invited me to your home. Not only that, I didn’t know where you were and could only imagine what you were going through. Even my dreams were filled with nightmares of you facing unspeakable things alone. I couldn’t think of anything but you and how I missed you. I stopped going to class and going down for meals. I would have done anything to get you back, you know? I know I’m still a stranger to you, y/n, and it’s probably too early, but I love you. More than anything, more than my life. You’re all I have, you know? My mother is dead, my father doesn’t give a damn about me. Sure, I have my friends but you…God, y/n, you’re…everything. All the joy and happiness I have, I owe it to you. You taught me to be kinder with others but also with myself, and to have faith in me and what we had. I never took you for granted, and it hasn’t changed. But now, I can’t stand to be apart from you. I totally understand if you want to take things slow, and I will earn your trust and love again, but, please, just…just give a chance, amore. A chance to show you why I’m your Teddy and why you’re my y/n, and to make up for the time we lost. That, even if you don’t remember it, there is a reason why we were together. If you never get your memory back, it’s fine, I’ll spend hours telling you about every moment we had together in detail, and we’ll create new happy ones. I…love you, y/n.” 

After his last words, there was a silence and you could almost feel the weight of his words sinking in, going straight to your heart. That’s when you realised the attraction and the pull you had felt towards him from the moment you saw him was completely normal because Theo, with his large blue eyes and his adorable accent, was your soulmate. There was no doubt why you had loved him. Unable to say a word, you brought your hands to his cheeks and kissed him. The surprise caused him to not kiss you back immediately, but once he did, it was with all the longing he had felt ever since you had disappeared. One of his hands found your waist while the other was on one side of your neck. Your heart started beating faster and you felt something in your stomach before, all of a sudden, you felt as if you were struck by lighting. Your eyes opened by themselves, and images came rushing into your head. 

You playing with your parents as a child, buying your wand, being sorted into Slytherin, your first conversation with Theo and Pansy, all the classes and exams, your time spent with Theo before you guys dated, the moment you realised you were madly in love with him, your first date and first kiss, all the times you guys cuddled, the first time you spent the night loving each other, and, finally the last time you saw him before your abduction. Then, memories of a dark, dirty room and people wearing black pointing their wands at you, screaming in pain as you swore you didn’t know anything, and then, finally managing to escape and run back to the forest where you passed out. You felt tears coming out of your eyes, and broke the kiss.

“I love you too, Teddy. More than anything,” you whispered. 

He frowned, full of confusion, and you stroked his cheeks. 

“I…I don’t know why, but the kiss, it brought back all my memories back. Our first date was a picnic near the lake, right? That’s when we had our first kiss.”

He didn’t say anything but nodded. “You…You remember.”

It was your turn to nod before hugging him, stroking his hair and inhaling his comforting scent. 

“It’s the bracelet,” he suddenly said before breaking the hug. “When I bought it, the man at the shop told me it had magical properties, but I didn’t listen. I was late for class and wanted to have time to create a surprise for our evening. Maybe it remembers its owner?”

“Maybe,” you agreed. “But whatever it did, I’m glad you decided to give it to me that day. I always saw it as a symbol of our love, and now I truly believe it is.”

Theo nodded and you stared at him, admiring how gorgeous he was.

“I love you,” you said, “my Teddy.”

He kissed you again, this time with passion, and you knew this night was the first of many beautiful new memories together. 

(A/N: The bracelet, as Theo said, was magic. When y/n was abducted, a tear fell from her eye to bracelet, and we know memories can be found in tears. So the bracelet basically saved the memories and when she put it on, her memories came back.)

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[nativegirltapes]

hiii. what would a normal week look like for angel and drew? like what do they do together everyday of the week!? love ur writing

⸻ ┊͙ a week with angel & drew ! (younger!reader)

notes: i literally love this question i have never thought about this before, thank you nonnie <3 this was so fun to write 😭 these are just some ideas btw and all for fun <3

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𐙚 monday

mondays start with drew waking up angel extra early to come hit the gym with him! she’s always complaining about not going the gym enough, but complains when drew tries waking her up. as a reward after the gym, drew lets angel pick breakfast for the morning, & pays of course!

𐙚 tuesday

tuesdays are more of an independent day for the both of them. drew has zoom interviews or whatever he has going on for work! and angel is sleeping in, cleaning around the house, then taking herself to the mall before heading to her night lab! drew usually has dinner cooked and ready when she comes home <3

𐙚 wednesday

on wednesday’s angel is waking up early to get some errands done and go to her 11am class, when she gets home drew usually has fresh cut flowers out for her. to which she always acts super dramatic and gets all lovey for her man, clinging to him for the rest of the day.

𐙚 thursday

thursdays are chiller days, drew helps angel study for upcoming exams or just with homework. but of course she’s still complaining about having to study, her reasoning being ‘it’s too hard to focus when you’re big biceps are staring at me, begging for me to take a bite.’ (let’s just say no studying actually ever gets done)

𐙚 friday

fridays are angels favorite day, she gets drew allllll to herself. they usually find something fun to do; shopping, walk in the park, local farmers market, or staying in and watching movies. all before angel gets all glammed up for their weekly dinner date <3 drew always takes her somewhere fancy. angel ends up drinking too much wine at dinner and acts like a feral animal when they get home.

𐙚 saturday

on saturdays angel is usually out spending time with her girl friends & drew is either with his friends or getting some alone time at their apartment! when angel comes home she tells drew all about her day and he’s so happy to listen. listening is literally his love language idc

𐙚 sunday

sunday dread hits angel and she doesn’t want to get out of bed!!! drew is either cleaning up around the house or also rotting away in bed with her. but after drew can finally convince her to get out of bed they go for a walk around town and spend some quality time together (like they don’t spend every waking minute together….)

[4doras]

SK8TER BOI ౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆

a troublemaker and someone like you would never work, but what happened to ‘opposites attract’? ⊹♡

riki x f.reader

genre. fluff

wc. 1.1k

a/n. hihi first riki fic and last post before i leave for a week 💔 but it's okay i miss the beach… i want to snorkel so bad. also ignore the whole meaning of sk8ter boi ㅠㅠ i know it doesn't make sense with this fic IM SORRY

he was a punk, she did ballet. what more can i say?  

riki was nothing but a troublemaker. he was always in some sort of drama at school – disrupting classes, sneaking out during the day, doing graffiti on school property – he had done it all. 

but you? you always got the best grades in all your classes, you joined multiple extra-curriculars, even going as far as joining the school council. long story short, you were one of the best students in the whole school. 

more under the cut!

–

as per usual, riki had been disrupting your class, it was nothing special. but your teacher had enough of it. 

“riki,” she tried to hold in her anger, trying to keep her voice below a yell, “move to the seat next to y/n.” she said, pointing at the seat where rei sat. “rei, please move to riki’s old seat.” the teacher dipped her head as if she was apologizing to rei. 

once rei picked up her bag and left, you waved eachother a small goodbye as she walked to her new seat. 

you slouched in your chair. your best friend was gone and all the way across the room, and now you had to sit next to this nuisance of a person. 

– 

just like you expected, riki disturbed you throughout the rest of the class; drawing stupid doodles in your book, tapping you on the shoulder to get your attention just to ask you what the answer was, purposely knocking his pen on the desk, he somehow managed to do all of that within the span of the twenty minutes of class that was left. 

you hadn’t looked closely at the drawings he left in your book, but once you got home, you realised that he drew two cats with small hearts peppered around them.

he wanted her, she'd never tell  

for the rest of the next week, you found gifts, accompanied with notes that talked about how pretty the anonymous sender thought you were, on your desk every single day. with each new day, new gifts would show up in your locker. 

monday was chocolates, tuesday was a teddy bear, wednesday was a small bouquet of flowers, thursday was an assortment of candies, and friday was… well, nothing because you’d find it out today. 

– 

“you have a secret admirer, y/n!” rei squealed, squeezing your arm a bit too tightly. “the gifts are so cute…” she rambled on about how adorable the gifts were and how the admirer is “so in love with you” 

“i don’t think its an ‘admirer’ per se,” you said, doing air quotes, “i wanna know who it is, though.” you hadn’t a clue on who it could be. people liked you, but you couldn’t think of one who would go this far for you. 

in all honesty, it was pretty heartwarming. someone getting you gifts and writing cute notes for you everyday? it was sweet, sweet enough that you might just like the mystery person. 

– 

rei had to meet with her club for a meeting before classes started so you decided to go to class without her as the meeting would take well over an hour. 

instead of a gift, you saw a small folded note sitting on the corner of your desk. it was weird, usually riki would be sitting in his seat next to yours, resting his head on his desk, attempting to sleep. but today, he wasn’t even here. 

you opened up the note to reveal a full page of words. 

“(sorry for not getting you a gift, im really sorry!!) 

i really like you, y/n. i always thought i had something for you since our group project in seventh grade, but now i’m sure of my feelings, and i know that i really and i mean really really like you. it might be a lot but could we meet at en- park after school? 

– riki”

all of those presents, all those sweet notes, they were from riki? the riki who was always getting into trouble? the riki who constantly pestered you in class? that riki? 

you weren’t sure which was worse, the fact that the unknown messenger was riki or the fact that it made your heart race knowing this fact. 

but all of her friends stuck up their nose, they had a problem with his baggy clothes   

the second you saw rei exit the meeting room, you pulled her aside, note folded in your hand. 

“rei, i need to tell you something right now.” you tugged her further away from the crowd of people, urging her to increase her pace. 

once you reached a more secluded space, you whipped out the note, unfolding it for her to read. 

she covered her mouth with her hands as she read, until she got to the bottom, immediately dropping her hands and jaw. 

“no way.” her eyes moved away from the paper, averting them to you. “riki?” she took the note from your hands, inspecting the paper. “why did my biggest enemy have to like you!?” she sulked, knowing that the outcome could end up with you and riki together. “that means i might be ditched for riki…” she pouted her lips at you. 

“what?” you were confused. you thought that she’d be unaccepting of the thought of you and riki being together, but she didn’t seem to mind it that much. “you’d allow it? me and him together?” 

“well, i can’t really do much about it anyway, so why should i care? plus, it’s your life y/n. just ‘cause i don’t like him, it doesn’t mean you can’t.” she smiled. “so don’t worry about me, okay? this is about you.” 

he's just a boy, and I'm just a girl. can i make it any more obvious?  

you were up and out of your seat once you got dismissed from your last class, instantly beelining it for the park. 

when you reached the park, riki was already sitting on a bench, waiting for you. you walked up to him, making your presence clear. 

“you came.” he had a subtle smile on his face, unsure if you liked him back or not. “well, you read the note,” he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, “i promise i like you, y/n. it’s not a joke or dare or anything like that.” he tried to play it off but you could tell he was nervous. 

“you’ve liked me since seventh grade?” you questioned, still unsure of how true that was. 

“yeah, but i thought you hated me so i never confessed then.” he looked down at his feet, still feeling awkward. 

“i did,” you softly laughed, “it’s good you decided to wait this long to tell me.” you noticed how silent riki had gone. he wasn’t sure if you liked him or not, so you had to make it obvious to him. “look, i don’t know if you could tell, but i think you’re cute.” he immediately shot his head up. 

“what?” riki froze, he never expected this outcome. out of all the things he had to brace himself, he never could have dreamed of this. he didn’t prepare how to react if you said you liked him back. “do you actually?” 

he couldn’t believe that you liked him back, as if he was only dreaming of it – you had to prove it. 

you planted your hands on his shoulders before tiptoeing to reach his face and kissing him. it wasn’t anything big, just a small peck on the lips but it still had him in total shock. his face was still, in the same position that he was when you kissed him. 

“i like you, okay?” 

we are in love, haven't you heard how we rock each other's world?  

the next time you sat in class, you weren’t just sitting next to riki, you were sitting next to your boyfriend. 

he was still the same riki that drew in your book and pestered you for the answer, but at least it was enjoyable. 

and of course, being the troublemaker he was, he snuck a few quick kisses when no one was looking. 

[poisonlove]

Hello! Not sure if you’re taking requests or not. I was wondering if you could do afab reader x Wednesday aaand Wednesday’s twin brother? Doesn’t have to be smut or can be, no preference. But Wednesday and her twin are immediately obsessed with reader, brother maybe having a more Gomez (Raul Julia) like way of showing his love (Cara Mia😍) and reading falling for both of them?! 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

ADDAMS'S TRAP | w.a

Pairing: wednesday Addams X William Addams X reader

"Come on, Wed! It's just a small favor," William, Wednesday's twin brother, drawled. Despite sharing the same last name, the two were like day and night. William was outgoing, charismatic, always at the center of attention. Wednesday, on the other hand... well, she was just Wednesday. If it weren't for their dark eyes, black hair and pale skin, no one would ever suspect they were related.

And yet, Addams blood ran through both of them.

Wednesday rolled her eyes with disdain and turned to face her brother. William stopped abruptly, flashing a sly smile. She stared at him with her usual coldness, sizing him up from head to toe.

"I'm not letting you copy my notes," she said in her characteristic monotone, her icy eyes challenging William's.

William stepped closer, pulling out his best puppy dog eyes. He always hoped it would soften her, as if she was susceptible to such nonsense.

"It's not working," Wednesday replied, predictably bored.

Her brother was smart, she acknowledged that. Yet, she couldn't understand how he could be so annoyingly lazy. She bit her lip slightly, her gaze unwavering as she regarded him with detachment. William, on the other hand, straightened his posture, his shoulders rising in resignation. His eyes, however, sparkled with disappointment that Wednesday didn't even bother to consider.

This, she thought, was the natural consequence of spending nights chasing fleeting pleasures and arriving late to class.

"That's why you have no friends," William muttered casually, rubbing his tired eyes to shake off the sleep. The dark circles under his eyes were a clear sign of a sleepless night.

"And you know perfectly well that I don’t care," Wednesday snapped, as cutting as ever. "I can barely tolerate Enid’s presence." Her jaw tightened. Just that morning, Enid had persistently asked her to accompany her on a tour of the school for a new student—a request Wednesday had quickly dealt with by coldly saying, "get out of my room."

"Wow," William gasped, his mouth falling open in mock surprise. His gaze was now locked onto something behind Wednesday. Curiously, she slowly turned just in time to see Enid approaching with the new girl. But William’s eyes were glued to the newcomer.

Well, Wednesday thought, I couldn’t have expected anything less.

The girl had something... intriguing about her. Wednesday wasn’t sure what adjective to use. Her y/c-colored hair and y/c-colored eyes naturally drew attention, almost effortlessly. She was slender, tall, with a defined jawline and a radiant smile that strangely irritated Wednesday.

"She's hot," William muttered, dumbfounded.

Wednesday sighed, rolling her eyes at her brother’s comment. Superficial, as always. Enid waved enthusiastically at them, walking toward them with the new arrival. William straightened up, adjusted his tie, and flashed his charming smile as he prepared to greet the two girls.

"Don't make me look bad," William hissed through gritted teeth, his eyes glued to the pair.

"Screw you," Wednesday retorted, not looking up from the book she was holding, completely dismissing him.

"Hi, Enid," William greeted warmly, leaning in slightly to kiss the blonde’s cheek.

"Hi, Will!" Enid replied, blushing and smiling broadly.

"Aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?" William asked with his usual charming grin.

"Oh! This is y/n," Enid said with enthusiasm.

William gently took y/n’s hand, brushing it with a kiss on the back. "Welcome to Nevermore Academy," he murmured with an irresistible smile. Y/n looked at him, confused and slightly embarrassed, but returned a shy smile.

"And this is Wednesday," Enid continued, gesturing towards her roommate with a hint of hesitation. "My roommate."

Wednesday barely lifted her gaze from the book, meeting y/n’s eyes. "Wednesday," she said in her typical frosty tone.

"Y/n," the girl responded sweetly.

As soon as their eyes met, Wednesday felt a strange sensation ripple through her body, like tiny spiders weaving webs in her stomach. She was confused but also strangely drawn to the girl.

She pressed her lips together and, without another word, turned her back and walked into the school, trying to shake off the unsettling feeling creeping over her. William smiled awkwardly, apologizing in a flat tone: "Don’t mind her, my sister’s always like that."

Y/n didn’t respond immediately, and Wednesday disappeared into the shadows of the building, attempting to ignore the slight quickening of her heartbeat.

(...)

In the following weeks, y/n quickly found herself caught up in the subtle conflict between the Addams twins. Surprisingly, Wednesday had begun spending more time with her, either in the library or during fleeting moments between classes. William, on the other hand, continued to court her openly, with his usual charm.

Y/n felt flattered, but there was something about Wednesday's cold, penetrating attention that left her perplexed... and perhaps a little captivated.

Each day, William seemed more determined to court y/n, showing off his usual array of gallantries. If he wasn’t reciting poetic verses under the trees, he was showering her with attention in a theatrical way that Wednesday found unbearable.

One morning, sitting in the courtyard with a gothic novel in hand, Wednesday watched her brother from a distance. As usual, he was playing the role of the "charming gentleman." He had just handed y/n a black rose, and she smiled, shy but visibly flattered. William, with that sparkling gaze, so similar to Gomez’s when he looked at Morticia, gazed at her as if she were the only person in the world.

Wednesday felt a tightness in her stomach. An unusual annoyance she couldn't quite explain. It wasn’t jealousy, she thought. She wasn’t the type to feel such trivial emotions. And yet, every time she saw them together, something stirred inside her, a sort of cold, sharp irritation.

Next to her, Enid watched the scene with a mischievous smile. She knew Wednesday well enough to understand what was happening, even if her friend would never admit such a thing.

"You're jealous," Enid said with amusement, glancing at her.

Wednesday slowly turned toward her, her face as impassive as ever. "Don’t be ridiculous," she replied, her voice sharp as a knife. "Jealousy is an emotion devoid of logic. And I don’t feel irrational emotions."

Enid giggled. "Sure, sure. So why are you gripping that book like you want to throw it at your brother?"

Wednesday didn’t even bother to respond. Her dark eyes returned to watching the scene from a distance: William and y/n were talking, and he gently touched her hand, laughing at something she had just said. The sight of that gesture was enough to make Wednesday’s jaw tighten.

Later, as she walked down the shadowy halls of Nevermore, Wednesday decided to act. She couldn’t continue allowing her brother to monopolize y/n’s attention. Not because she was jealous, of course. It was simply a matter of control. Or so she told herself.

When she crossed paths with y/n near the library, alone for the first time in days, Wednesday decided to put her plan into action. She approached her silently, like a shadow, and stopped in front of her.

"Y/n," she called, her voice low and monotone.

The girl turned, surprised to see her. "Wednesday! Hi... is everything okay?"

Wednesday observed her for a moment, her dark eyes cold and impenetrable. "Tomorrow night. We don’t have classes. Come with me to the cemetery," she said, as if she were suggesting something completely normal.

Y/n blinked, puzzled. "The... cemetery?"

"I need to collect herbs for research," Wednesday explained in her usual detached tone. "Your presence will be... tolerated."

The truth was that Wednesday had no need to collect herbs. Her research had been completed days ago, but the mere thought of y/n spending another evening in William’s company had become unbearable. She needed to pull her away from that dynamic. And obviously, there was no other reason but logic and practicality.

"It will be useful," she added, further justifying her request, even though a small part of her wondered why she was doing this at all.

Y/n looked at her for a moment, then smiled sweetly. "I like the idea. Sure, why not?"

Wednesday’s heart, which she would never admit to feeling such a frivolous emotion, gave a slight jump. She nodded with her usual coldness, satisfied that she had gotten what she wanted. She was about to turn when y/n added, in a casual tone, "It'll be nice to spend time just the two of us."

Wednesday froze for a moment, almost stumbling over her own feet. She wasn’t used to hearing such words. She wasn’t used to spending "pleasant time" with anyone. And the idea that y/n might actually want to be with her alone confused her more than she was willing to admit.

With a brief nod, she turned and walked away down the hall, disappearing into the shadows. Her heart, despite everything, seemed to be beating harder than usual, though she would never, ever let anyone know it.

[wandaslovey]

Hey, just wanted to say love all ur mommy Wanda content and can’t help but reread them all the time.

I was just wondering if u would wright something along the lines of reader injuring her leg some how, like a sprained ankle, and is having trouble walking on it but is to stubborn to rest up and not walk on it. Hence mommy Wanda having to take manners into her own hands, however u wish to interpret that.

Possibly with praise sprinkled in plz

If not it’s all good :) 

Her Stubborn Girl

a/n: hi nonnie!! thanks for the request! hopefully this (sorta) lengthy drabble is the sort of thing you were looking for :))

a/n: i wrote this in 45 minutes so please forgive all spelling/grammar errors thaaanks🫶🏻🫶🏻

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you fumble with your keys, almost dropping them twice as you all but wrestle with them to stick it through the lock. you were tired physically and mentally. you had three in-person college courses every wednesday, and now being 4 weeks into the semester, you were seriously regretting your decision to be an “over-achiever.” your ankle hurt like a bitch. it was still healing from a sprain, but you hated walking around with those stupid crutches. you’d be damned if you drew more attention to yourself any more than your wrapped ankle already gave away. you finally enter your shared home with your girlfriend, wanda. you saw that her car was parked in the driveway, so she must have decided to work from home today. you huff, tossing your keys on the little table beside the door, carefully chucking your shoes off. you hear wanda’s feet padding against the hard wood floors to the kitchen. you mentally curse yourself as you know she’s going to immediately notice that you walked to your classes today with no crutches. you had hoped you’d have time to go and grab them from where you left them last but, no such luck.

“hi sweetheart, welcome h—“ wanda pauses as she rounds the corner, taking in your appearance and the lack of what should be the accompanying crutches. you offer her a weak smile and turn to get a water from the fridge, not in the mood for her to berate you for your carelessness.

“Y/N! did you seriously go to your classes today without your crutches??” she walks up to you from behind, her arm swiftly wrapping around your back to pull you carefully to the table. you sigh, running your fingers through your hair. you knew how sensitive she was when it came to your health and well-being. “yes. my ankle is almost healed,” you say to placate her, though you know putting so much weight on it today surely didn’t do you any favors. you could feel a throbbing sensation shooting up your leg, even though you were now sitting down. wanda takes the seat next to you, gently lifting your hurt ankle and settling it in her lap. “almost healed my ass…oh honey, look at it! it’s all swollen!” her fingers gently caress the area over her careful wrapping job. “you— stay right here.” she says, her tone chiding. she gently sets your leg to rest on the chair as she gets up to retrieve an ice pack.

she comes and sits back down, resettling your foot in her lap and gently placing the ice pack around your now extra swollen ankle. you suddenly feel a little bit guilty, knowing that you hurting yourself hurts her just as much—maybe even more sometimes. you didn’t mean to upset her. your shoulders slump forward, an apologetic look on your face as she looks at you with nothing but sternness. “i don’t take kindly to you not taking care of yourself Y/N. you know that.” your posture falls, the guilt weighing even heavier on yourself as her words affirm your suspicion. “i’m sorry, mommy.” you use her honorific, hoping it would help in smoothing her over.

your apology seems to fly in one ear and out the other as the firm expression remains plastered on her face. “you’re not going to put any more weight on this ankle of yours for the rest of the day. do you hear me?” you look down. avoiding her gaze as you nod your agreement. she grasps onto your chin with her thumb and first finger, lifting your head back up to look at her. “words. i need to hear you say it.” her grip on your chin is firm and you find that your previous defiant attitude when you first came home had all but vanished into thin air. “i won’t put any more weight on my ankle for the rest of the day,” you say quietly, your lip slightly pouty and your eyes wide, full of sincere apology. “good girl,” she nods, releasing her hold on your chin. she takes pity on you, knowing that she had scolded you enough already.

you sit in comfortable silence for several moments, her still holding the ice pack to your ankle. “how about we watch a movie together before i finish up my work for the day? then i can make us some dinner and you can tell me all you learned in your classes today.” you smile, quickly agreeing with her suggestion.

you move to stand, but she grips onto your foot to keep it there, giving you a warning look. “sorry..” you quickly readjust into your seat, remembering your recent promise to not walk on your bad ankle the rest of the day. she stands up, settling your leg back over the chair. “where did you leave your crutches?” she asks, looking around the room for them. you whine, not wanting to see or use those stupid things ever again. “don’t make me use those. i hate those things. they just make it more difficult to move around and they hurt my armpits..” you complain, your voice sounding petulant like a stubborn child.

she rolls her eyes at your tone, a small affectionate smile tugging at her lips before she suddenly reaches down and pulls you up into her arms. you make a small noise of surprise, but she makes no moves to put you down, instead carrying you to the couch that’s in front of the tv. she settles you onto the cushions, lifting both your legs so your feet were resting in her lap.

she lets you choose the movie and you put one on that you’ve both seen many times together. throughout the movie she’ll glance over at you, smiling kindly whenever your eyes meet hers. somewhere towards the end of the movie, her hands begin massaging your uninjured foot but you find the sensations felt more tickle-y than anything else. you squirm slightly in your seat, your foot twitching in her gently grasp. her lips curve into a knowing smile as she takes notice of your fidgeting.

“does that tickle, detka?” as she asks, she lightly scratches her fingernails over the arch of your foot. you press your lips together, unwilling to give her the reaction she was looking for.

“no,” you say stubbornly, barely glancing in her direction as you opt to keep staring at the screen ahead.

“oh, so you don’t mind if i do this then?” her fingers then move up your foot, tickling the sensitive little spaces in between your toes. you try to jerk and pull your foot back but she was quicker than you—using her other hand to firmly hold your ankle in place. a low whine and a stream of reluctant giggles bubble past your lips as her fingers scratch at your toes. “what’re you laughing at, huh? i thought you said this didn’t tickle…” she teases, keeping up her playful assault on your poor foot for a few more moments before stopping.

she leans closer to you, kissing you sweetly as she gives your foot a soft squeeze. she looks at you, love and adoration evident in her gaze. you melt under her affectionate look, feeling that warm fuzziness seep into your skin and brain.

“Y/N, i don’t ever want to see you without those crutches until the doctor gives you the all clear. if i do see that, you won’t like what i’ll have in store for you.” she turns more stern again for a moment, making sure she gets her point across. you decide to tease her a bit, her little tickle attack making you feel a little giddy still.

“like what? you’ll spank me?” you smirk slightly, knowing that that particular punishment isn’t normally so bad.

“oh no.. no, no. i know you enjoy your spankings far too much, my darling. i was thinking more along the lines of writing me 500 lines stating ‘i will take care of myself and obey my mommy.’”

she mimics your expression, also smirking as she knows you and how much you hate writing lines. you groan and her smirk stretches into a victorious smile.

“how about i throw in a sweetener? if you be the good little girl i know you can be, i’ll let you choose your reward once the doctor clears you.” her offer instantly makes you perk up, your eyes lighting up as several ideas instantly pop into your head.

“really??” you ask excitedly, almost bouncing in your place on the couch. she chuckles, nodding her head. “really, really.”

[pazzi5351]

PART 2

Paige x Azzi Highschool au

Basketball Paige x Dance team Azzi

Word count: 667

AN: im on a writing kick rn especially after watching the knicks win!! So here’s a pt 2!! Hope you enjoy and happy reading😽 feedback is totally appreciated!!

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Wrapping up practice, coach Geno pulled Paige aside.

“I don’t know if you were paying too much attention but, that girl who walked out of here a few minutes ago, her name’s Azzi. She’s on the dance team. Their captain. She asked that if on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, her team could use the half of the gym we don’t use because of something about a renovation, the dance studio, whatever. But, I’m telling you this because as our captain, I want cordial between us and them. No funny business, no complaining, nothing. We’ll be two teams practicing in the same space for a month. I’m counting on you to help keep our team in check. Got it?”

Paige nodded with half a smile. Fully understanding what her coach was asking of her. “Yeah, yeah. Of course coach. I got you”

“I mean it Bueckers. Now, get outta here it’s late. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Back home, Paige couldn’t stop thinking about Azzi. About how perfectly out of place she looked waking into the gym. About how pretty her smile was when she was talking to Nika. About how she was about to spend the next month with Azzi, in the same space as her, three days a week.

Paige grabbed her phone, immediately going to Nika’s contact, to press for more about Azzi.

Paige: you said Azzi is ur stat class right? That means she’s super smart

Nika: you barely met the girl and you’re already tryna play stalker… this is down bad behavior twin😪

Paige: man what??? I just wanna know what she’s like before us yk as a team have to spend a whole month with her🙄🙄

Nika: if you wanna know what she’s like romeo, add her on ig. It’s @ azzii35. Find out for yourself!

Paige: okay but if anyone asks, you gave me her insta. I didn’t go looking for it.

Nika: alr P😂😂

Paige, taking Nika’s advice, scrolled to her instagram and searched for Azzi’s profile. When she found it, it took everything in her not to follow and like every picture and video that was posted. Azzi’s account consisted mostly of pictures of her at dance competitions, with whom Paige assumed was her outside of school dance studio, pictures with friends, family, and her dog, who Paige found out was named after Breanna Stewart, and videos of her performing or trying new dance moves.

Paige was mid scroll in her Azzi instagram deep dive, when a sharp knock at her door caused her to jump and close her phone at the speed of light. Her younger brother, Drew, walked in and stopped to look at her.

“Why do you look like you were caught in a crime?”

Paige blinked at him. “What bro- I literally wasn’t even doing anything.”

Drew side eyed her. “Right… anyways. Dad wanted to know what you wanted for dinner. He said to pick between burgers and pizza.”

Annoyed that her Azzi deep dive was interrupted, Paige rolled her eyes. “Pizza. Now can you leave?”

Drew gasped, then dramatically turned to leave. “Gosh. God forbid a child asks what a sassy teenager wants for dinner.”

Paige, now at ease with her door closed, opened back up her phone, fingers hovering over Azzi’s DM’s, she typed out slowly.

Paige: Hey Azzi. Captain to captain, I wanted to say that I hope this month goes by smoothly with our teams practicing almost together 🙂

Hitting send, she threw her phone to the other side of her bed and quickly ran downstairs for dinner. Despite being filled with nerves because of her message, she was hopeful that the next month would be something great.

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AN: what do we think of pt 2???? I hope y’all enjoy😊😊 Goodnight everyone✌🏽✌🏽

-Lala

[golden-loona]

the wrong guy. | one shot

summary: taehyung and y/n hatch a plan to kidnap their local rich guy.

pairing: oc x taehyung x jungkook

words: 2,332

warnings: fake gun, kidnapping, implied threats.

y/n and taehyung have had enough of being broke. like "prepared to commit crime or sell a kidney" broke.

they're absolutely sick of scraping by with ramen and cheap, watery coffees. even splitting the rent with their roommate hoseok doesn't change anything. so? they're making a plan. a shit one, but its a plan.

"okay so, notes" y/n begins, holding a notepad and a black ink pen. preparing to write whatever bullshit plan herself and taehyung were about to concoct.

"we need to find like a.. local rich dude, preferably not too hench," taehyung begins, y/n starts writing away but stops. "hench?"

"yeah like, buff? he could fight us off" taehyung says pointedly, y/n raises an eyebrow. "but its 2 versus 1?" she remarks. taehyung points to her and then himself. "girl.. look at us, you really think we could fight off against a hench guy?" taehyung makes a valid point, y/n nods in agreement and writes it down.

they bicker back and forth for a while, discussing local rich guys and attempt (keyword: attempt) to come up with a plan to kidnap said rich guy. "how much ransom are we asking?" taehyung asks with furrowed brows as his eyes go over the notes.

"what's his net worth?" y/n responds and taehyung nods, "good point, let me google."

a quick google search shows kim seokjin is very well off. taehyung and y/n could only dream of that in their bank accounts. would be a lot better than the 20,000 won they have between them. "he lives local doesn't he? we could try and follow his routine and it'll make things easier" taehyung suggests and y/n's eyes light up.

the following week is a busy mess. taehyung and y/n taking turns following the fuck out of kim seokjin. weirdos.

monday? y/n calls in sick to work and takes the bus to hanam. an area notoriously known for its high profile people. (the richies.) there she starts to follow seokjin on his route, going to a gym in the local estate. that motherfuck walks there too, is he that stupid? what an easy grab. with her notepad to hand, y/n takes notes like a she's nancy drew.

tuesday? it's taehyung's turn, he skips class to follow seokjin and his routine is.. pretty much the same. apart from a car ride he had to follow on a rented bike. his knees will never be the same. gym, coffee shop, the office for a meeting (maybe) and then back home. then a restaurant, then the gym again and then back home. easy. notes taken.

wednesday? the fucking same, what the fuck. y/n is slightly pissed, can't believe she missed work for this shit. same notes, same places. what a boring life.

thursday? taehyung's turn again. a busier day for kim seokjin, he attends a charity event (whoopee.) and taehyung is turned away from the red carpet by security. notes go down the drain.

friday? the same as tuesday, seokjin goes about his day and its just.. absolutely predictable. y/n is disappointed.

saturday comes and its an easy fucking job for y/n and taehyung.

"i think we take him when he's on his way home from the gym" y/n suggests, tapping her pen against the notepad. her head resting against her hand on the desk. "morning or night?" taehyung asks, y/n rolls her eyes. "taehyung we watch true crime documentaries all the time, you should know its easy to get them at night," y/n explains and taehyung nods in agreement.

"right, what are our disguises?" y/n groans at taehyung's words. "i didn't think about that." then the list begins. gloves. balaclavas. black clothing. rope, maybe? or are cable ties better? a burner phone for the ransom text. a getaway car, they could just borrow yoongi's maybe?

and just like that, the plan is set in motion.

take yoongi's car to the estate seokjin lives in. wait near the gym. wait for him to leave (he usually leaves around 11.30pm) skrrrt up next to him, open the car door and push his ass in. fuck, they need a weapon.

"we need something to threaten him with, i forgot about that" y/n says with a sigh of frustration, taehyung falls back onto y/n's bed with a groan. "i'm too coward to hold a knife with intent," taehyung admits. y/n nods her head in agreement. what follows is silence as the two both sit and just think, trying to come up with any ideas whatsoever.

"doesn't namjoon have that fake gun he used for the police outfit one halloween?" y/n asks after a couple of minutes. taehyung sits up suddenly, "oh my god you're a fucking genius!" he says with a grin. "call namjoon and ask if you can borrow the costume, make up some excuse" y/n says, throwing taehyung his phone, to which he unlocks immediately.

on monday evening taehyung walks into the house with namjoon's police officer costume, fake gun included, a wide victorious grin on his face.

on tuesday night, they put their plan into action. having given some bullshit excuse to yoongi, they borrow his car. clad in all black outfits, black gloves on their hands and balaclavas at the ready. they park up close to the gym in the estate that the one and only kim seokjin lives in. now? they wait.

the clock ticks and ticks, taehyung has his feet resting on the dashboard while he (miserably) fails to complete a sudoku in a newspaper.

y/n sips her iced coffee, eyes on the doors of the gym. the only lights on are those by the entrance, there's no view into the actual gym. which fucking sucks. y/n taps her fingers on the wheel with a sigh.

"3 here, wait.. no a 4" taehyung voices as he replaces the 3 with a 4 on the paper. y/n raises a brow and side eyes him before rolling her eyes. "can you focus?" she asks with a sharp exhale.

"its only 11, we got like 30 minutes" taehyung voices as he focuses on the sudoku, pen to paper scribbling out a wrong number.

with an annoyed grunt, y/n keeps her eyes on the gym entrance. occasionally sipping her coffee and looking around. it's pitch black outside, beside the street light and the bright fluorescent lights of the gym entrance. automatic double doors closed with the lack of presence. the minutes tick by, one by one. slow as fuck.

"stakeouts are boring, i don't know how the police do it" y/n complains with pursed lips, arms crossed against her ribs as she continues to watch the entrance like a hawk.

"yes! wait no," taehyung's win ends quickly as his eyes scan the sudoku, y/n rolls her eyes yet again. "let me see it," y/n attempts to grab the newspaper to take a look herself but taehyung snatches it back. "no! i worked hard on it" he argues, y/n kisses her teeth.

"clearly not well enough, let me see," she remarks, trying to grab at it again. a squabble ensues until a figure appears in the lights of the gym entrance.

"wait look! it's time," y/n says quickly, completely dropping the sudoku squabble and pulling a balaclava over her head. she hurriedly makes it comfortable on her face before starting the car. taehyung pulls his own balaclava over his head, grabbing the fake gun from the back seat.

"ready?" y/n asks, looking at him. taehyung swallows harshly and nods, y/n puts the car into gear and pushes it forward towards where a man has just left the gym. it's 11.30pm. definitely kim seokjin.

quickly pulling up beside the man, taehyung rushes out and points the fake gun at the figure. it happens quickly.

"put your hands up!" taehyung says loudly, pointing the gun at the figure. fuck, its dark. he can't even see properly through this mask. the man immediately puts his hand up in surrender, taehyung grabs the mans wrist and pulls him toward the car. the barrel of the (fake) gun pressed to the man's back.

"do as we say and we won't hurt you" taehyung attempts to say in a menacing voice, he opens the door for the backseat and pushes the man into the car before closing the door and getting into the passenger seat. y/n puts her foot on the gas and they speed off into the night with their local rich man in the backseat.

taehyung keeps his (fake) gun pointed at the man and the man is.. surprisingly quiet. shockingly not fighting them off or begging for his life. y/n drives out of the estate and toward their apartment. keeping her eye on seokjin in the backseat through the rearview mirror.

it's when the light hits his face that she does a double take. her jaw fucking drops.

"taehyung," y/n says flatly, jaw clenched. taehyung, still in character as john wick from wish, isn't listening. with a slap to the arm she repeats his name in a harsher tone, "taehyung"

"what?" he finally responds, "that's not seokjin!" y/n says alertedly, pulling her balaclava off her head and throwing it into taehyung's lap.

"seokjin? the business guy?" the man in the back says before snorting a laugh. taehyung quickly pulls up his balaclava, taking a look at the man in the backseat. he turns forward in his seat with his mouth agape. "oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck" taehyung murmurs.

"what the fuck, taehyung?! you had ONE job" y/n argues, panic rushing through her body. she goes rigid because what the FUCK.

"i'm sorry! its dark and the mask was small," taehyung complains defensively, covering his face with his hands. "oh we're going to prison."

the man in the backseat throws his head back with a low chuckle, he enjoys the chaos happening in the front seat. honestly? his day got better rather than worse.

"sir, we are so, so, sorry" y/n immediately apologises, looking at him through the rearview mirror. "i've been kidnapped by worse people," his words make y/n and taehyung side eye each other.

"uh, cause that's not terrifying" taehyung mumbles, sinking a little in his seat. the man leans forward from the backseat, getting a little closer to them between them. y/n gulps quietly, keeping her eyes trained on the road ahead.

"now why don't you drop me off somewhere and we can forget all about this?" the man suggests, looking between them. he easily notices the way his kidnappers refuse to look at him, a smirk of amusement on his face.

"sure, wherever you wanna go" taehyung agrees immediately, y/n shakes her head in disagreement. "hell no, he could be a snitch" she argues, hands 10 to 2 on the wheel.

"wait, whats your job? are you rich?" taehyung asks, the man looks at him with a face of confusion and then the realisation hits. they were looking for a ransom.

he falls back into the backseat again, chuckling in absolute amusement. "seriously? you were trying to kidnap kim seokjin of all people for fucking ransom?" he remarks, y/n and taehyung stay silent. the man shakes his head and sighs, a smile on his face.

"you two are so stupid," he remarks, earning defensive noises from the front seats. "you don't even know us!" taehyung argues, waving around the fake gun. the man rolls his eyes and crosses his arms over his chest.

"first of all, you kidnapped the wrong guy. second, you kidnapped me with a fake gun at that, i was not intimidated in the slightest, if i didn't want to be kidnapped i'd of put you on your ass," the man exclaims, easily taking the fake gun out of taehyung's hand. taehyung lips press in a pout.

"who are you anyway?" y/n asks with a offended tone, still driving aimlessly with no clue in her mind where to fucking go. "jeon jungkook," taehyung goes rigid hearing the name and sinks further in his seat.

"oh we're so dead," he whispers, "my family are going to report me missing," taehyung fake sniffles into his hands.

"don't panic, i'll make sure your families have bodies to bury, jungkook says with a smirk, taehyung looks at y/n and they collectively start yelling.

"this is all your fucking fault!-" "you suggested kidnapping a rich guy!" "-kidnapping the wrong fucking guy" "it was your idea!" "how can you not recognise kim fucking seokjin?!"

jungkook chuckles in the backseat, completely and utterly satisfied with the chaos he's caused his kidnappers. "i'm kidding! i'm kidding," he calls out, tapping the necks of the front seats.

y/n and taehyung go silent. "mostly."

y/n turns the car around, silently driving right back to where they had taken jungkook from. the air is thick with a heated tension. and not the sexy kind. the i'm-scared-for-my-life kind. after a few minutes of silence, taehyung switches the radio on, the melody of "bad day" by daniel powter coming through the speaker.

y/n looks at taehyung with slight disgust, "dude, really?" taehyung scoffs and turns the radio back off. "it's too silent," he complains like a child. "do you want music, jungkook?" taehyung turns slightly in his seat, y/n smacks his chest eliciting a loud "ow!" from taehyung.

"i would love some music," jungkook voices with a smirk, taehyung turns the radio back on with a grateful smile. the silence is way too sickening.

its a rough fucking 15 minutes driving back to that gym. jungkook has a sick smirk on his face in the backseat, taehyung is quietly singing along like nothing is fucking wrong. is y/n the only sane one in this car?

with a sigh of gratefulness that this is over, y/n pulls up outside the gym and puts the car in park. pressing the child lock button off, y/n turns in her seat to look at jungkook.

"i apologise again," y/n says with an apologetic, pleading glint in her eyes. jungkook snorts a laugh and opens the door to get out.

"i'll be in touch."

a/n: hehehe this was funny

masterlist

golden-loona 2025

[missidk1121]

Prologue: Late Nights and Blooming Dreams

Pairing: Dino x Fem!Reader

Story tags: Barista!Chan, Software Engineer!Reader, Best Friends to Lovers, fluff, humor, one-sided pining(?) to mutual pining, very light on angst, OT13, other members as helpful (and unhelpful) side characters

Content Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.8K

Author's Note: My first fic on here, and my first Seventeen fanfic ever 😶 Please be kind, but also feedback is welcome and appreciated! Also, this is the prologue to a multi-chapter fic that I have currently in the works, so I hope you'll look forward to it 😊

🎧 Music playing at The Cozy Bloom

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7 years ago

Every day was bleeding into the next. Wake up, go to class, study, eat somewhere in between, sleep, rinse and repeat. It was getting tiring. But it was finals week. You couldn’t stop now, and so you packed your belongings, heading back to your current favorite café, holding on tightly to your dreams even as they were slipping away alongside your sanity.

“Hi again, what can I get for you?”

In the months since this place opened up you’ve seen four people, including the manager, working here every day, and to be honest this guy was your favorite.

You couldn’t fully explain why. He just had a charming air about him. From his casual smile which naturally drew the attention of any customer he spoke with, to the moments when you could hear him laugh, a full and bright sound that seemed unique to him. He just had this presence that stood out in a pleasant way. Plus he was cute.

“I’d like a pourover, please,” you said.

It occurred to you that you didn’t even know his name. You took a quick glance at his name tag.

“Okay, I’ll have that out for you here in a few minutes,” said Chan.

And so you returned to your corner, sitting by the front window, the light above your table for two waning, calling you to come quietly observe the restless city hustling even past sundown. However, before you even had the chance to fade along with it, the code editor on your laptop had loaded, and it was time for you to get hustling as well.

This place had become a bit of a cult favorite, especially among students. Chan always saw a select few on a near daily basis, some of which he knew well enough, or had gotten to know well enough, to know that they went to the same school that he did, what they were studying, and at least a little of their personalities.

There was Jun, a foreign exchange student in musical theatre whom he met at a dance class. An actor and dancer well-liked by everyone at school for his talent, kindness, and effortless sense of humor.

Vernon and Seungkwan, his friends and roommates, one of whom studied computer science while the other majored in communications. Lately Chan had been trying to get them to apply for the job openings here, promising he’d train them and get them hooked on the vast world of making coffee in no time.

There was also Jihoon, a music production student. He once gave Chan a very detailed critique of his pour over technique that forever changed the way Chan viewed coffee. That’s as far as their interactions went, though.

And then there was you. He didn’t even know your name. He had only ever caught glimpses of you on campus. He always saw you coding while you were here, so he asked Vernon about you one time, but all he said was “Why? You interested?” Apparently he had never really spoken to you either, despite being in some classes together.

You came in and did the same things as always: ordered your usual, sat at that table in the corner, and started coding. And until recently, you always came in during the morning three days a week, Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. The last few days, however, you’ve been coming in every evening.

It was much less busy this time of day, of course. Maybe Chan would talk to you today.

On second thought: no, he shouldn’t bother you. It’s finals week, so you must’ve been really busy to come in this late.

And so he simply made your coffee and brought it to you, exchanging nothing but polite pleasantries as per usual.

The next hour passed by slowly. There were hardly any customers. One or two enjoyed a late evening drink and meal, while others needed a boost to push through their neverending workload. It was closing time, and almost everyone, the quiet diners and the caffeine-boosted workaholics alike, called it quits for the night.

“I finished all the dishes. Well, most of them,” said Mingyu, then he nodded in your direction. “I’ve gotta hurry home. My baby’s been sick. Can you take care of the rest?”

Chan looked at you. At some point, you had laid your head down on the table and dozed off, your coffee half-finished and your laptop asleep alongside you.

“Go take care of your dog. I’ll make sure to wake her and close up shop,” he said.

“You’re the best!” said Mingyu before hurrying out.

The café was quiet. Just the two of you. He felt kinda bad about waking you, but he needed to finish cleaning and lock up the shop. And so he approached you, hoping you would just wake up on your own, but you didn’t.

“Excuse me,” he said softly, and just as he was about to tap your shoulder your phone buzzed.

Hey. Did you finish writing the requirements doc? Sorry I couldn’t get my share done. Exams have been a real bitch these last few days. Appreciate it

Buzz. Then another one.

Have you fixed that bug yet? I couldn’t figure out what I did to cause it :/ If anyone can fix it it’s u!! ♡ Lmk what you find!

Chan rolled his eyes.

He felt bad about seeing your texts, but good grief. Why are these people bothering you about their problems? And can’t they see it’s half past 10:00?

Surprisingly, you didn’t wake up. You didn’t even move a muscle.

Chan let out a quiet sigh. Now he really felt bad about waking you.

He then left you for a minute, grabbing his jacket, and when he returned by your side he bent down and gently draped it over you, feeling a brief jolt in his fingers as they accidentally grazed over your soft hair. After adjusting it to make sure it covered you well enough, you began to move slightly, causing him to startle a bit, but it was just a subtle stir as you inhaled and exhaled deeply, burrowing yourself a little more under his jacket, your nose ghosting over the collar while a contented smile peeked out from underneath.

His heart sped up, and he quietly raced to do anything other than watch you sleep.

A warm, earthy aroma entwined with the invigorating smell of hot coffee filled the air. You struggled to get your eyes open for what felt like minutes before finally you noticed the bright red and blue pens stacked on top of a notebook open to a page full of chicken scratches, your reflection in the black screen of your laptop staring back at you as you realized that you had fallen asleep at the café. As if that wasn’t enough to startle you awake, that musky scent you were relishing in was coming from some jacket draped over your back. Whose jacket was this?

CRASH!

“AH!”

“Woah!”

The sound of glass shattering right behind you made you jump from your seat, the nice-smelling jacket dropping from your shoulders to be forgotten on the floor.

You turned around, finding that barista from earlier — Chan, you remember — startled as he glanced between you and the fragments of glass scattered across the floor, just a bit of coffee trickling toward both your feet.

The room dropped to silence as you both simply stared at each other and the broken glass in shock.

He was the first to speak, clearing his throat before saying, “You’re awake.”

“Obviously,” you retorted, immediately regretting it as soon as you heard yourself.

Here was this sweet barista who had kindly lent you his jacket in your sleep and you just had to be a smart ass.

Instead of looking at you funny or being startled by your rudeness, Chan merely laughed. And laughed in the way you had only heard from afar in your little nook, except now it was crystal-clear, a mere table away from you, tickling your ears with its brilliance.

“I was drinking some coffee while I was waiting for you to wake up, but I kinda dozed off and knocked it over. I am so sorry that I woke you up.” He bowed politely, but then his cheeks flushed as he quietly added, “Er, maybe you would’ve preferred I woke you up at closing time so that you didn’t have to, y’know, sleep at a table with some stranger’s jacket covering you. I’m sorry.”

His words always seemed to come out so confidently, so seeing him become shy all of a sudden got a soft chuckle out of you.

“It’s fine,” you said. “I’m the one who should apologize for falling asleep when you should be home by now.”

“To be honest, you seemed like you really needed the rest,” he admitted sheepishly. Then his bashfulness faded as he held out his hand.

“I’m Chan.”

“I already read your name ta–” you stopped yourself. “I’m Y/N,” you corrected yourself, shaking his hand.

God, you were such a recluse. When was the last time you physically spoke to a human being?

Chan laughed, and suddenly you felt like less of an asshole again.

“Well, Y/N. I’m glad to have finally met you properly,” he said. Then he walked around the mess he made and behind the front counter, heading toward what seemed to be a supply closet, smiling at you as he said, “I’ve gotta clean that mess and close up. We’ll have to talk some more next time. You’re pretty funny.”

Your brain lit up at the possibility of there being a “next time.” You found him to be rather interesting himself. However, instead of admitting that you meekly nodded and let out a little “Yeah.”

He reached for the doorknob of the closet, but before doing so stopped and turned to you, just as you were about to check your phone for any messages you might’ve missed, his expression soft with worry.

“By the way,” he said, “I hope this doesn’t sound weird or anything, but… I hope you take care of yourself.”

You tilted your head curiously.

“I just mean,” he paused. “Try not to pass out again, okay? You’re always working really hard, so… just ask for help sometimes, you know? I don’t really know much about coding — though I have a friend who does — but anyway…”

“I’ll be careful,” you said, touched by his concern. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” he replied, smiling gently.

You said your goodbyes, packed your things, and left, even putting your phone in your backpack too. There was no need to think about coding, or the piling messages from your group project members to wile away the hours of your insomnia. Your mind was going to be dreaming about tonight’s events until sunrise, when you had to get up and do it all over again, except now you had something to look forward to in the evening.

[darrellenjoyer]

this post got out of hand. heres my rant about pro vs anti ship

the main thing people seem to ignore when it comes to the entire proship vs anti clusterfuck is that the discussion is never EVER about whether or not it's okay to depict relationships that would be predatory or immoral IRL in fiction -- we're talking about whether or not individuals are allowed to project those relationships onto pre-existing characters.

we arent talking about problematic relationships in pop culture, or literature, or even the idea of damaging relationships being legitimized in the cultural zeitgeist - when those things are brought up, theyre only used to further the arguments on both sides. in reality all we're talking about is some shit that a midwestern usamerican 22 year old drew on a wacom tablet on a wednesday evening. we're talking about Jodi from computer science class drawing cartoon pictures of the teenage mutant ninja turtles kissing (they are LITERALLY minors and related btw)

how is one person who writes voltron age gap fanfic that gets 1,200 views on ao3 going to "normalize" pedophilia??? especially when every 2 seconds, they call it something like "problematic darkshipping" and clarify "i dont support this irl" in their bio?

whether or not you think it's disgusting or immoral or you think it speaks to a desire to commit the acts depicted in real life is a different story. but it's so small-scale that it practically doesnt make an impact on our culture whatsoever and people are acting like RickMorty is going to cause teenagers to randomly start making out with their uncles in the street

its incredibly surreal and seems so petty and meaningless when you look at it like this. especially because there are so many republicans with actual political power who want to legalize child marriage and keep it legal and nobody who spends 4 hours a day harassing 22 year old Jodi gives a fuck

im not proship and i will never be proship because i dont want to give credence to the discourse whatsoever. plus proshippers spend just as much time arguing and have a weird martyr complex for shipping zim and dib from nickelodeon's invader zim

[parkaplayboy]

75% || Chapter 9

stylenny x gender neutral reader

You're a senior in college during your final semester, but you find out that you're dangerously close to failing a class that you need to graduate. Lucky for you (or unlucky, depending on how you look at it) you get paired up with a tutor.

words: 1.2K

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Wednesday at 7:48 PM

Dinner turned out to be a place called Mama Carol’s—a cozy, slightly rundown diner that looked like it hadn’t changed since the mid-80s. Vinyl booths, laminated menus, and a jukebox in the corner that was permanently stuck playing classic rock. 

Kyle claimed it had the best pie in town. Stan claimed it had the best lighting for thirst traps. Kenny just like the way they never asked him to stop putting boots on the booth bench. You all slid into a corner booth, Kenny squished against the window, Stan beside him, you across from them, and Kyle on the end with a fork already in his hand despite him not having food yet. 

“Okay,” Kenny said, stabbing the air with a french fry the moment the plates hit the table. “Hear me out—bad movies marathon. I’m talkin’ B-movie horror, dub-over kung fu, absolutely cursed 3D animation.” You said mid-sip of your drink. “That sounds awful.” 

Kenny grinned. “Exactly.” Stan leaned in, smirking. “You’ve activated his trap card. Kenny owns like, twenty DVDs that never should’ve been made.” 

“You haven’t lived until you've seen ‘Karate Christmas Miracle.’” Kyle added, deadpan. Kenny japped a finger toward you. “So you in?” You laughed. “Oh, absolutely. As long as I can bring a classic of my own. The shittiest straight to DVD movie in the world—” You cleared your throat and straightened up to deliver the title like those guys in the trailer. “Lawnmower Man 3: Revenge of the Clippings” 

The table fell silent for a brief moment before everyone burst into laughter. “For one–” Kyle said, holding his side. “What the fuck would be cool about a lawnmower guy?” 

Stan chimed in. “And what was so interesting about him that he got a fuckin’ trilogy?!” 

“You are so bringing that. I think I’ll die if you don’t.” Kennys said, a grin spitting across his face.

The table buzzed with that particular kind of energy—shared fries, overlapping conversations, a little chaos, and a lot of comfort. Stan absently stole a bite off Kenny’s plate and got flicked in the forehead for it. Kyle’s hand brushed against yours more than once, each time lingering just a second too long to be accidental. You didn’t know if it was the warmth of the food, the booth, or the company—but it all sank into your bones in a way that felt suspiciously like home.

Thursday at 3:17 PM

Kyle’s apartment was quiet. Just the low hum of his laptop fan, the occasional scratch of his pencil, and the sound of you both trying not to get distracted by how close your knees were on the couch. “Okay,” Kyle said, eyes scanning your latest worksheet. “You’re actually getting the hang of this.”

“Don’t lie to me, Broflovski.” He smiled, handing the sheet back. “I’m not. See this? Clean logic. Structured steps. Your brain’s clicking in.” You blinked. Praise from Kyle hit a little differently. “So I’m not.completely doomed?”

“Not even close.”

You grinned at him, and he gave you one in return. A soft moment stretched between you. Then his phone buzzed. “Shit. It’s Drew—guy I’m doing my capstone with. He messed up our experiment results and needs help redoing half the data. Like, now.”

He sighed, already grabbing his bag. “I’m so sorry, dude. I wouldn’t bail if it wasn’t time-sensitive.” You stood.  “Hey, it’s okay. Go fix your psychology science mess.” Kyle chuckled, slipping on his shoes. “Kenny should be back any minute. You two can chill here. Raid the snacks.” 

Right on cue, the door opened, and Kenny stepped in with his jacket half-off and hair a mess from the wind. “Oh hey, I was just thinking I needed someone to bother.” he said, eyes lighting up when he saw you. 

“Perfect timing,” Kyle said, zipping up his jacket. “You’re on Y/N-sitting duty.” Kenny threw a lazy salute. “Got it. No broken limbs, minimal chaos. We’ll be fine.” Kyle paused on his way out, catching your gaze. “Seriously, thanks for being cool about this.” You nodded. “Go be smart. I’ll survive.”  

And with that, Kyle was gone. 

Kenny looked at you. “So. We’ve got a kitchen, a fridge with mystery ingredients, and no adult supervision. Wanna make dinner?”

You blinked. “You cook?” His grin widened. “Prepare to be amazed. Or mildly concerned.”

Thursday at 4:02 PM 

The grocery store trip was a blur of inside jokes and mild chaos. Kenny pushed the cart while you threw ingredients in at random. At one point, he held up a box of something ominously labeled “beef product.”

“No.” you said instantly. 

“But—” 

“Absolutely not.”

Back at the apartment, Kenny threw on some music—an old punk playlist—and rolled up his sleeves like he was about to perform surgery. You leaned against the counter, watching him move with surprising precision. He wasn’t just tossing things in a pan. He was slicing onions in even arcs, searing things in a particular order, and adjusting the heat by instinct. 

“Okay, wait,” you said, “You’re actually… good at this?” Kenny glanced at you, smile a little more sheepish now. “Yeah, uh. I’ve been working in the kitchen at the restaurant lately. Our sous chef quit a few months back, and I kinda stepped in.” 

“That’s awesome. Is it permanent?” He shrugged. “I dunno. I like it. More than I thought I would.” He paused, eyes flicking up to meet yours. “There’s this culinary school. Just outside of town. They’ve got this weekend class series for, like, professionals thinking about switching careers or learning new stuff. I’ve been thinking about it. But it’s dumb, right?” 

You stepped closer, heart soft. “Kenny. That’s not dumb. That’s amazing.” He looked away, then back, eyes a little more raw than usual. “You think?” You nodded. “Absolutely. You light up when you’re cooking. And hey, if anyone can charm a room full of chefs into loving them, it’s you.”

The kitchen felt warmer then—not from the stove, but something else entirely. Kenny looked at you for a long beat, somethin unreadable in his gaze. Not teasing nor casual. “I’ve been thinking a lot lately,” he said, voice quieter. “About what I want. Where I wanna go. Who I wanna… share that with.” Your breath caught. He stepped a little closer. Before either of you could say something that might change everything, the apartment door opened. 

“We’re back!” Stan’s voice echoed from the hallway. “And Kyle didn’t kill Drew. That’s progress.” Kenny blinked, stepping back just as Kyle and Stan entered the kitchen. You felt the moment fold itself up and hide behind the smell of dinner and the clatter of keys on the counter. Stan sniffed the air. “Oh hell yeah, you made the pasta.” Kyle dropped his bag and looked at the table, surprised. “This looks amazing. Wait—did you make this?”

Kenny shrugged, trying to look casual. “Had help.” 

You smiled. “He’s kind of a kitchen genius. I’m just the emotional support sous-chef.” 

The four of you sat down at the table, steam rising from the bowls, laughter easy and full. Kyle nudged your knee under the table, Stan poured cheap wine into mismatched mugs, and Kenny kept glancing your way like he wasn’t sure if the moment in the kitchen had really ended.

And maybe it hadn’t. 

Not really.

[silverryuan]

TWST with the Settman Septuplets! Yuus

A/N: "For some reason, a memory of this movie resurfaced in the back of my mind during class... it wasn't a great movie but the concept of it made an impression on me."

Warnings: Movie spoilers, Mentions of Death, Slight Angst, Use of Drugs, Extreme Language, Violence

The Settman Septuplets are seven sisters who were born in an apocalyptic world with a strict one-child policy due to food shortages and overpopulation. They were raised by their grandfather, Terrence Settman, who successfully trained and protected them from the government, who sought to make sure each family has only one child and exterminate any siblings. He also made sure to put them all into one identity, Karen Settman (named after their deceased mother), to avoid suspicion. The sisters' names are Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, they share one identity and can only go outside once a week on the day of their names. They are characters from the movie What Happened To Monday? or Seven Sisters.

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{Settman Residence}

Thursday! Yuu: "... It's not fair."

Monday! Yuu: "Everything's not fair--"

Thursday! Yuu: "Yeah, no shit, but this is unfair to a whole other level. I mean- can't we all go see him off? At least for one last goodbye?"

Monday! Yuu: "No, Thursday! Yuu... I'm sorry..."

• It's been a week and a half since the death of your grandfather. Terrence was a good-no, a great man. He protected you and your siblings til the day he drew his final breath. If only he died on Saturday, you'd all go together to attend his burial ceremony anonymously, but no, Monday! Yuu was the only one allowed to go outside during their day and is the only one that can attend the funeral. Not only that, they had to go to work leaving barely enough time to mourn with their siblings while the rest were still dealing with grief and guilt for not going.

Thursday! Yuu: "How the hell can you be so heartless?"

Tuesday! Yuu: "Monday! Yuu..."

Thursday! Yuu: "No! He's our grandfather, we're supposed to be there for him! We promised!"

Wednesday! Yuu: "For the last time, we can't go outside. Didn't he tell us that himself? Or do I have to rewind his last words and drill them into your fucking skull?"

Thursday! Yuu: "He died on Monday. Which means Monday! Yuu gets to see him and mourn. Yet they don't even want to and prefer to waste it."

Saturday! Yuu: "Thursday! Yuu, please for the love of God, don't make this day more depressing than it already is... Just leave it to another day."

Sunday! Yuu: "They're right... Grandpa would never have wanted us to argue... Especially after his departure..."

Tuesday! Yuu: "We can't even mourn in peace without you two bickering and aiming at each other's necks like this..."

• Everything's went to shambles after he left. Friday! Yuu refused to eat, Sunday! Yuu spent the whole week praying and mourning, Wednesday! Yuu's guilt has driven them to train relentlessly, Saturday! Yuu were not their usual happy-go-lucky self, Tuesday! Yuu already smoked so many cigarettes that the whole apartment smelled like weed and they kept complaining about headaches...

• Monday! Yuu and Thursday! Yuu? Were not in good terms. In fact, they always never were... They only argued whenever they disagree with each other. Their arguments probably took a toll on their grandfather's life span.

Thursday! Yuu: "... Fine. Spend the day working your hours away. While the rest of us continue to suffer...Karen."

Monday! Yuu: "....... We don't have much of a choice. They are still watching."

• Monday! Yuu walked out. They walked out of their grieving family. The siblings they shared a womb and a life with. Just to avoid suspicion from the government. Not enough time to see him off.

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• It was nighttime that they came home, clothes drenched from the rain, their wig ruffled, and their eyes bloodshot. Monday! Yuu refused to show the recorded footage on their bangle however, Friday! Yuu was having none of it and hacked the device... But there was no recording of it.

• There was not a single moment in that footage that showed a hint of a funeral happening, which can only mean that Monday! Yuu did not go... The two shouted at each other to the point where Wednesday! Yuu had to cut in before they bash their heads onto the dining table and splatter blood onto the food that Sunday! Yuu prepared. This only made the siblings grew distant and Thursday! Yuu hating their oldest sibling even more.

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{Settman Residence – Bedroom}

• Now it was Thursday! Yuu's turn to walk out of room. Couldn't bring myself to see him off, my ass. They didn't want to deal with Monday! Yuu's so-called regret and went to their bedroom. A thousand thoughts about freedom running through their mind as they lull themselves to sleep.

• I wonder what'll it be like to not live in constant fear... To be someone that can go anywhere, do anything, and be whoever they are... To not be trapped here for the rest of your life... To not hide behind this mask named Karen Settman...

Thursday! Yuu: "... It's suffocating here..."

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{Settman Residence – Dining Table}

Sunday! Yuu: "Hey, not going to bed yet?"

Friday! Yuu: "No..."

Sunday! Yuu: "... If you're gonna watch those old videos of grandpa do it in the morning. You'll wake up the neighbors."

Friday! Yuu: "Y-yeah... just one more video."

Sunday! Yuu: "Okay then, I'll hit the sack first..."

• Friday! Yuu watched every remaining video of their grandfather until drowsiness caught up to them. They should've revealed to their siblings that live mini camera they're working on. Maybe that way, there won't be a single memory that'll be missed when they're watching it unfold on the screens.

• They shut down their monitors after rechecking security and head to bed yawning...

• They didn't notice a silhouette of a horse drawn carriage from the security camera outside of the building...

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{??? – ???}

????: "... Fnyagh.... gotta....find... fast!.... where....."

Thursday! Yuu: "... Mnh...hm?.... !!!"

• Feeling a change of the cushion beneath them, Thursday! Yuu stirred awake from their slumber, becoming puzzled by how dark the sight is before their eyes. They reached their arms only for their palms to touch a flat surface along a tight, confined space around them. Their ears perked up to a muffled but unfamiliar voice... Which could only mean that...!

• No... It's impossible for them to find you.... Friday! Yuu made sure of that...

• Where are their siblings!? What happened to them?!

• Thursday! Yuu mildly panicked but calmed down a bit to hear the muffled voices outside.

????: "Fnyagh... W-why... Awake....... Give.... Robes....."

????????????: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!"

????: "MEYOUCH!"

• ... Wait a sec... They know that death cry anywhere! Gathering enough strength, they kicked the lid of a coffin and sprinted towards the cries of their sibling.

????????????: "GET. THE. FUCK. AWAY FROM ME, YOU FAT UGLY-ASS RAT!!!"

????: "F-fnyagh?! OW! The Great Grim ain't no- OUCH! Stop that, will ya!!"

Thursday! Yuu: "Saturday! Yuu!"

Saturday! Yuu: "Thursday! Yuu?"

????: "Hey! Get back here!"

• Thursday! Yuu see Saturday! Yuu whacking a cat with their shoes while screaming. They rushed to their sibling and grabbed them by the arm. Saturday! Yuu is now running with them away from the angry floating cat who is now blowing out fire to corner both of them. The siblings spent the entire chase dodging and hiding from him.

Thursday! Yuu: "Oh, thank God you're safe!... pant... What is that thing?"

Saturday! Yuu: "How the fuck should I know? This...pant... talking trash panda wannabe just told me to strip!... pant... You saw that thing too right? I-is this real?"

Thursday! Yuu: "Yes! I think...pant... We're in the C.A.B. facilities.... W-wait, let's hide here... pant..."

{??? – Library}

• They found a spot to hide from the beast. Doors that lead to what looks like a library. It's strange for a child abducting facility to have a library.

Saturday! Yuu: "D-did it follow us...?"

Thursday! Yuu: "No... I don't think so... Steer clear from it..."

Saturday! Yuu: "Hey... Are we drugged in our sleep? Are we high right now?"

Thursday! Yuu: "Could be... It feels too real though..."

Saturday! Yuu: "How did they even find us in our sleep?! It doesn't make sense! Friday! Yuu would never... Friday! Yuu..."

Thursday! Yuu: "The others. We have to find the others."

Saturday! Yuu: "I tried finding them. Been wandering in circles for hours, all I saw were... Coffins floating in the air and now a talking cat is chasing us... These are some strong fucking drugs."

Thursday! Yuu: "Did you woke up inside a coffin?"

Saturday! Yuu: "I'm not Dracula but yeah, why?"

Thursday! Yuu: "I woke up in one too. Let's go search inside them. Maybe the others are in there."

Saturday! Yuu: "Great. Searching through caskets of dead bodies and a chance for that fucked up weasel to kill us. Just great."

Thursday! Yuu: "Got a better plan?"

Saturday! Yuu: "Nah, you lead the way."

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• Thursday! Yuu and Saturday! Yuu sneaked back into the hallways with floating coffins, avoiding the patrolling monster. They struggled to open the coffins but they didn't managed to do so as the lids are shut tight.

Saturday! Yuu: "Thursday! Yuu, these lids won't budge."

Thursday! Yuu: How did you open it and got out?"

Saturday! Yuu: "I don't know, I just pushed it and it fell down. You?"

Thursday! Yuu: "I remember waking up here. See that coffin with its lid far across the hallway? That's mine."

Saturday! Yuu: "We already tried kicking it, it's no use. We should go get a tool or some kind of key-"

!!!BAM!!! !!!BAM!!!! !!!BAM!!!

Saturday! Yuu: "!"

Thursday! Yuu: "!"

????????????: "..... Aughh..... Fuuuck... Goddammit....... Ughh...!"

• Just as they were about to leave, a loud sound of hard wood being repeatedly punched startled you to look back at the coffin that didn't budge. The coffin now has a fist protruding from its broken lid and another familiar voice groaning profanities.

Saturday! Yuu: "That's...!"

Thursday! Yuu: "Wednesday! Yuu!"

• The two siblings immediately called out to their older sibling. They helped Wednesday! Yuu get out by breaking the lid further. It seems that the lid suddenly became easier to break through... As if the thing knows that Wednesday! Yuu's awake...

Thursday! Yuu: "Wednesday! Yuu! Wednesday! Yuu, wake up!"

Wednesday! Yuu: "... Yeah, yeah... Shut the fuck up, Thursday! Yuu..... I'm awa--................. What the fuck?"

Saturday! Yuu: "Get your ass out of there. You won't believe what the hell just happened--

????: "FNYAAAAAGH!! GET BACK HERE, HUMAAANS!! JUST GIMME THOSE ROOOBES!!"

Saturday! Yuu: "Oh shit, it's that retarded cat with rabies again! Let's get outta here!"

Wednesday! Yuu: "The fuck!?"

Thursday! Yuu: "We'll explain later! Just run!"

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{??? – Courtyard}

Wednesday! Yuu: "So you're telling me... that we're abducted and somehow drugged by the C.A.B., everyone is waking up inside coffins, and are playing cat and mouse with a talking rodent?"

Saturday! Yuu: "Crazy, right? I thought I was gonna get caught and be put to cryosleep--"

Wednesday! Yuu: "That's the weird shit. I doubt that this place is the C.A.B.'Cuz if it is, there'd be guards or security everywhere."

Thursday! Yuu: "So we're most likely hallucinating?"

Saturday! Yuu: "That... thing scorched my shoulder, I felt that. I think this is real."

Thursday! Yuu: "No, no it can't be... Whatever, C.A.B. or not, this is still some kind of facility."

Wednesday! Yuu: "How long was I asleep?"

Saturday! Yuu: "We don't know, but I woke up first. This facility's huge and they have a rabid gerbil floating around."

Wednesday! Yuu: "And the others?"

Saturday! Yuu: "Trying to find them."

• Wednesday! Yuu handled the shock fairly well. Saturday! Yuu's shoulder was almost burned by the monster but they escaped from him a second time. Thursday! Yuu struggled to find the answer to why they are seeing things that don't make sense. Specifically how they were taken from their home without them noticing.

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• The siblings walked back to the hallway with floating coffins but this time the monster is camping there. They quietly revised a plan to distract the beast and lead it away from the coffins. Wednesday! Yuu volunteered as the bait.

Thursday! Yuu: "Are you sure about this Wednesday! Yuu? Will you be okay?"

Wednesday! Yuu: "Yeah--"

Saturday! Yuu, pushing Wednesday! Yuu: "Good, now go!"

Wednesday! Yuu: "!... You motherfu..."

????: "You again?! Fnyagh... Shoo! I don't want your robe anymore, just leave me alone! Want me to roast ya again?!"

??????????: "Again? Are you talking to me? Have we met before?"

• Huh? Again? What... The three siblings peeked from the corner to see another robed figure with their hood down, their back facing them. Their voice sounds familiar... Almost like....!

Saturday! Yuu: "MONDAY! YUU!"

Thursday! Yuu: "Sssshhhhhh!"

Wednesday! Yuu: "Shut the fuck up!"

Saturday! Yuu: "Oh shit, sorry."

• Saturday! Yuu's voice boomed through the hallways after realizing who the figure is. It blew their cover though. The monster and Monday! Yuu looked toward the corner, the oldest sibling's eyes lit up with recognition.

Monday! Yuu: "... Guys? Are you here?"

Saturday! Yuu: "... Yep."

Monday! Yuu: "Come out then."

Thursday! Yuu: "And let this rat burn us to a crisp?"

Monday! Yuu: "It won't. Will you?"

????: "Huh?! D-don't think that-"

Monday! Yuu: "Yeah, it said it won't. It's safe, well, for now."

Grim: "Fnyagh?! Hey! I got a name ya know! It's The Great Grim! Ya better not forget that!"

Monday! Yuu: "Ah, so that's your name. What exactly are you?"

Grim: "What kind of question is that? I'm a mage!"

Thursday! Yuu: "Wow. That's definitely helpful."

Saturday! Yuu: "If I die today, I'm telling gramps up there that it's your fault."

Monday! Yuu: "Calm down, you're being dramatic."

Wednesday! Yuu:"Yeah. What gave you an idea that you're going up there?"

Saturday! Yuu: "... Oh fuck you, Wednesday! Yuu."

Wednesday! Yuu: "Heh."

• For some odd reason, Monday! Yuu doesn't seem fazed by the dangerous creature in front of them. Their tone so calm but if you strain your ear more you can hear uncertainty and worry in their voice.

Thursday! Yuu: "Monday! Yuu, listen. I know this sounds crazy but we need to open these coffins."

Monday! Yuu: "I know. I woke up inside one beside Tuesday! Yuu's."

Wednesday! Yuu: "Wait a second, Tuesday! Yuu's here? Where are they? Why aren't they with you?"

Monday! Yuu: "They're with someone, Dire Crowley, he seems to run this place. Tuesday! Yuu doesn't look too well right now. They had too much to smoke."

Thursday! Yuu: "He runs this facility? Then why did you let Tuesday! Yuu near him?"

Monday! Yuu: "He doesn't really look like any danger to me. Tuesday! Yuu can handle themselves. And this place... is not a facility."

Saturday! Yuu: "Not a facility?"

Monday! Yuu: "If this was the C.A.B., we would have been in cryosleep by now. Plus, doesn't this place look too unusual for another facility?"

Thursday! Yuu: "......."

Grim: "Woah! Y-y-you guys have the same face!"

Wednesday! Yuu: "You just noticed that now?"

• Grim looked back and forth from one face to another confused as to why all four looked the same. He looked at their robes and his ears drooped down. He looked upset.

Monday! Yuu: "What's with the attire? You guys going to a sleepover?"

Thursday! Yuu: "Haha, very funny."

Monday! Yuu: "Did Grim do something to you? He recognized me as you as soon as I approached him."

Thursday! Yuu: "He attacked Saturday and me, chased us around. I don't know what was this thing's deal but he said he wanted these."

Grim: "......."

Monday! Yuu: "... Hey, why don't we trade?"

Grim: "Fnyagh?"

Monday! Yuu: "You said you wanted this robe, right? You can have mine BUT you gotta do something for us first."

Grim: "Really?! Fnyagh... I'll do it!"

Monday! Yuu: "Good. Can you help us lift these lids?"

Grim: "Okay!"

• Grim's intention was to blow fire into the coffins but Wednesday! Yuu threatened him not to. Together they attempted to lift the lids but just like before, they wouldn't move an inch. Thursday! Yuu thought for a moment and remembered how Saturday! Yuu and Wednesday! Yuu exited from the coffin. By waking up.

• The plan changed from pushing lids off to banging on them. They called for their missing younger siblings' names. They heard a thud from a coffin and muffled screaming from another.

Wednesday! Yuu: "Friday! Yuu, Sunday! Yuu!"

Friday! Yuu: "W-w-what the hell is happening?!"

Sunday! Yuu: "HEEEEEELP!! SOMEBODY PLEASE!!"

Saturday! Yuu: "It's alright! We're here now! Just push the lid off!"

Friday! Yuu: "Saturday! Yuu, is that you?! Are you guys there?!

Sunday! Yuu: "What lid?! Wait... this prank isn't funny! I'm scared!"

Wednesday! Yuu: "This isn't a prank! Hurry up and get outta there!"

• The confined two obeyed and repeatedly kicked the lids off. Friday! Yuu became shocked that this in fact, was not a joke and that they were actually placed inside coffins. Saturday! Yuu hugged their younger siblings to calm them down.

Sunday! Yuu: "We're not really home, are we?"

Monday! Yuu: "Yes. Yes, we are."

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???????: "Pardon me, I hate to spoil this heartfelt reunion but I believe we should be going!"

Tuesday! Yuu: "Guys!"

• Man with a weird attire interrupted them and Tuesday! Yuu ran up to join their family. Grim finally received his earned robe. Not that the siblings need it though... They're here by mistake.

Thursday! Yuu: "Tuesday! Yuu, you're okay!"

Tuesday! Yuu: "I am, don't worry about me."

Friday! Yuu: "Who's he?"

Tuesday! Yuu: "He's--"

Crowley: "Crowley! Dire Crowley, I am the director of this school. Now come along, chop, chop, we don't have all day. Also, please properly behave your familiar... Great Sevens, these lot are your siblings?"

Monday! Yuu: "Yes, we're septuplets."

Crowley: "SEPTUPLETS?! OH MY, HOW DID YOUR MOTHER...! -- Ahem! M-my apologies, I did not think it would be possible to have this many... I thought that for sure this was cloning magic."

Grim: "Hey! I ain't their familiar! I'm a student, see! I'm wearin' the robe!"

Crowley: "Yes, yes. That's what they always say when familiars are in trouble. But honestly, do you Settmans not know patience? If you're that excited to attend this school, you don't need to rush it."

Saturday! Yuu: "School? Did he say school? I thought we're in the C.A.B. facility?"

Thursday! Yuu: "Jesus, I'm back in hell."

Crowley: "Facility ? No, you're in Night Raven College!"

To Be Continued

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Harsh Reality | Hangman A.P.

Summary: “Is this what we do now? Making out and then never talking about it? Great!” with Hangman Adam Page and Reader?Sad sequel of Professor. Even if he is now her teacher, Reader can't forget him, but he acts professionally and speaks to her only if very necessary. After a class, she decides to confront him about that and her true feelings towards him.

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“Is this what we do now? Making out and then never talking about it? Great!”

The office was quiet as her words hung in the air. She stared at her Botany professor. Tears filled her eyes. This wasn't how she wanted them to go. In her naive state, she really thought they would have a relationship. It may have been in secret, but it still would have been him.

"It is more complicated than that. This could ruin me," he explained calmly. This was always his excuse. His career. Her feelings didn't matter as long as his career was safe. A few tears started to spill from her cheeks.

She fell for this man hard. The making out and sex drew her in. He was older and didn't seem like an immature idiot like the other men here. Everything changed the moment he found out she was going to be his student. Now he only spoke to her to answer a question during his lecture.

"So my feelings don't matter? You got your fun and now I should just move on and forget about you?" She asked.

Her professor didn't answer her. His silence was the only answer she needed. Y/N nodded her head as if she was understanding.

"I wish I never met you," she told him bitterly. That night at the bar used to be one of the top moments of the year. He was so into her and she thought he was the total package. Now she just saw him as a scared little boy.

Adam reacted to that. He looked up quickly. His heart ached from her words. She always said that was the best night of her life. "Y/N...,"

"Goodbye, professor," she told him. The heartbroken student tried to hold herself together as she made her way down the hall. His southern drawl called for her to come back, but there was no going back.