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[hotcat37]

Here to drop in to say I absolutely loved the new chapter but the cliffhanger at the end was

EVIL

thank u <3!!!💖💖💞 Tbh the cliffhanger is Jan's fault for his lack of impulse control ☠☠ But no worries there's still 8 chapters left to fix this mess.... So glad you're enjoying the fic!! ���💖🦈

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OCD with Finn Hudson

Finn Hudson x Female Reader

I got back into my teenage obsession with Glee ever since I found out it's on Hulu and so I will now be writing for Glee characters! Requests are super welcome!

Summary: How Finn helps and supports you during your OCD episodes

This is mainly for my own comfort as I am really struggling with my OCD now.

Having contamination OCD is a debilitating disability. Not to mention suffering through it during high school. Your first week was comforting once you met with the counselor, Miss Pillsbury who also struggles with all things germs. She encouraged you to dive into a club to try and socialize with people. Thats what a club is after all, a group of people coming together for a period to support one another.

So you did, or rather, you ignored her idea until someone very handsome came up to you during a rather germs time.

it was lunch, and you were sitting alone in an empty classroom far away from the floating particles of the high school cafeteria. You sat down with a sigh as you opened up your bento box full of healthy and colorful food. after sanitizing your dried out hands, you started to eat. A few laughs and voices occasionally decorating the silence as students walked the halls.

One of those students was Finn Hudson, the quarterback for McKinley high as well as one of the guys known to be in glee club. He was rather tall, couldn't be shorter than six foot four and had soft brown hair. You had seen him in passing as you walked in the halls in between classes. he always had a smile on his face and seemed to be a very gentle and friendly person despite his popular status.

Finn saw you as you ate alone in the classroom. He saw how you were wiping off your fruits and the way that the table underneath you was still partially wet from what must have been a lysol wipe. It reminded him of Miss Pillsbury and how she struggles with OCD. He smiled at your cute frame, no taller than five foot two. He wanted to say hello but for some reason, he felt himself get nervous. As if your beauty enthralled him.

But before he could look away, you looked up from your lunch to see him. He tried to act normal.

"Why are you eating alone? We'd love to meet you." he says as he walks inside the classroom.

"Oh, um, Hi." I say as I blush softly, still stiff.

"Hi." he says softly as he walks over to the table you're at and sits down across from you. So he is incredibly kind.

"I'm Finn." he says "You're new right?"

I swallow a bite of food.

"Yeah, I'm Y/N" you say.

he smiles

"So why are you all alone in here?" he asks again.

You swallow again out of nervousness, you might as well be honest.

"Oh, I have a germ problem." You start

Finn's face softens even further if that's even possible as he listens.

"I'm guessing you've met the counselor?" He says with a cute smile

"You two have a lot in common."

You smile softly and blush again

"Yeah, she's encouraged me to join a club. She says it might help." You say.

Then, Finn smiles. again like he has an idea.

"Do you like music?" He asks

"Yeahhh?" you say, drawing your word out as if you know he's up to something.

Finn giggles a little before saying, "Join glee club! Or just stop by today after school to see what it's like. I'll be there." he says.

You smile softly and blush again.

"Okay" You whisper.

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after school, you pack up your bag and put some hand sanitizer onto your hands, grimacing slightly as you see how dry your hands are becoming from the over use. As you stand at your locker, you see Finn walking the hall too and he gives you a smile and a wave. You smile back and wave as well before you turn back around to your locker.

Then, from behind you, a couple of football players are snickering as they both hold slashes in their hands and walk towards you. Finn watches and his usual smile quickly drops into a look of dread and worry. Finn quickly runs over to you and you turn around to see Finn, as well as these two football players all coming towards you, you flinch as they all three get so close, worried that they will touch you.

"Hey new girl, welcome to McKinley." One of the football players says with a smirk on his face as if he's up to no good.

"Don'y even think about it, dude." Finn says.

"Says you, you faggot. Everyone knows that Glee club members are all losers. She associates with you, so therefore, she's a loser too. And you know what losers get." The football guys says as he throws the contents of the slushy into the air towards you.

"No! Stop!" Finn says as he tries to block it, but he's too late. The cold, wet, and sticky slushy splashes all over your face, hair, clothes, and skin and you gasp so loud that Finn think it's a scream.

"Finn looks furious as the two guys who walk away with a strut. And for a moment, you think that Finn is going to run after them and punch em, but instead, Finn turns back to you with a terribly sorry look on his face.

"Y/n, I'm so sorry... I tried to stop them... I know you..." But he can't even finish his sentence before you start breaking down into a panic as you feel the blue slush all over you, CONTAMINATING you.

Finn watches in fear as you shrivel to the ground in a ball and cry as you hyperventilate and panic, unable to move.

"Here" Finn says as he takes you gently by the shoulders and walks you away from the large, watching crowd and into the empty football locker room.

"I-I-its- I..." You try to speak, not only about what just happened, but the fact that the locker room only worsens your situation due to the sporty, sweaty smell.

Finn is quick to fetch his duffel bag from his locker and rummage inside of it to hold out a hoodie and a pair of joggers.

He runs with a towel over to you and wipes off your face as you cry, barely registering the close proximity or how kind he is being to you for a moment. But after a few minutes of him wiping your face and hands clean, you start to catch your breath, hiccuping every so breaths s you sniffle.

"I know it's not the best place in the world, but there's showers around the corner if you wanna wash up a little. I have these clean clothes too if you wanna change." he says in the most gentle voice.

You sniffle as you look at his sorry expression, like he somehow caused it, and suddenly really start to feel for him. You start to tear up again and Finn sees it.

"N-No I didn't mean to make you cry again, im so sorry." Finn says as he stands up straight and puts his hands on his eyes.

"No Finn, you're just so sweet." You say.

"Thank you"

You then decide to take a quick shower while Finn waits right outside the locker room door, making sure that no one comes in. After about 20 minutes of scrubbing and washing, you finally come walking out slowly. Finn turns around to see you, 5'2, with damp hair, all while wearing HIS hoodie and HIS joggers which, mind you, swallow you whole. He smiles.

"How do you feel?" He asks

"better, thank you." You say with a quiet and scratchy voice from all the crying and hyperventilating.

Finn smiles back

"Do you still feel good enough for Glee club or do you want to try another day?" He asks, not wanting to pressure you after such a traumatic thing.

You feel some sort of pull to Finn, almost as if you want to be near him always.

"Only if you sit beside me, Finn" You say softly with a smile.

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Time went on and Glee club was the thing that really helped you feel more normal, more accepted. And as promised, Finn sat by you each and every time. Almost everyone in the club, including Mr. Schue, were convinced that you and Finn were dating but the both of you denied it until the night of regionals. Before the show, behind the curtain, you two had a rather short conversation.

"Break a leg" You said to Finn

"I love you." he quickly gets out right before the music starts.

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Since then, you two have been happily dating.

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On nights where he spends the night, or a full weekend over, he always respects your boundaries and little rituals. Finn smiles as he takes off his outside clothes and changes into his inside clothes for you, giving you little winks here and there as he unbuttons his shirt. He helps you by wiping down the counters with lysol wipes after he cooks anything and helps you with the laundry.

But there are times when it gets so bad that Finn tries to help you refrain from doing your cleanings.

Often times, he sees how chapped your hands are from all the hand washing and hand sanitizer so he sits you down and rubs lotion on your hands, whispering softly how you have to take care of them. or he will challenge you to only wash your hands for a minute as he stands next to you. He praises you when you do well.

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Mr. Schue really likes you and Finn because he sees himself and Miss Pillsbury in you two. he can tell that you two are going to last based off how you treat each other. And that's the main reason why you two commonly get to sing all the ballads. After performance nights, Finn and you have sleepovers where you clean the trophy while watching a movie together, it's really sweet.

[iheartjohnlennon]

'Looking out for you'

London, '64

Summary: Paul says let's kiss and makeup.

Word count: 1,187

Tags: Emotions, Mild Smut, Heavy Angst

Paul stood outside the door, a little uneasy. It had been a good couple of weeks since he had seen you, so he was keen to become familiar again.

He bought carefully selected gifts, eager to show his affection to make you feel like the only girl in the world. With a bouquet crowded with luscious flowers and a small box containing something silver and girly, he raised a fist to knock at the door. 

The door opened and you appeared, you smiled happily at him with delight. Waves of attraction were all he could feel when he caught a long-awaited glimpse of you.

Paul couldn't help but blush with anticipation.

"These are for you, beautiful." He extended the bouquet to you, and the fragrant petals gently brushed your fingertips. "Somethin' pretty."

You leaned in for a hug, he embraced you back, he felt you.

You looked up at him lovingly, "Hello, Paul," your voice was small and kind. "It's fab to see you."

Paul grinned back. "It's good to see ya too," he replied sultryly.

As you embraced, Paul couldn't stop a sappy statement from escaping his lips, "Bein' away for those weeks felt like ages love. I couldn't wait to see yer gorgeous face again." 

You giggled coyly.

Paul took a step back, holding your hands in his. He retrieved the small box from his pocket and presented it with a proud grin. "An' another surprise, stumbled upon it durin' my travels, thought it would be perfect for ya Y/N." 

There was a delicate, silver necklace inside the box. The intricate and gentle design made your eye gleam with sincere fondness. "It's lovely, thank you." 

"Yer welcome, it's our reminder."

As you made your way to the bedroom, Paul couldn't help but notice the slight state of the apartment. It was messy, cluttered with clothes and miscellaneous items. That roommate of yours was in the back of his mind. 

He took a seat beside you on the duvet and reached for the bottle of pinot noir you had brought along with you. As he poured himself a glass, he suddenly spoke up. "Ya know, I've been thinkin'," he started, his tone profound. "I think you'd be better off livin' with me."

You looked in surprise, your eyes widening. "Why do you say that?" you asked, your voice tinged with confusion.

Paul shrugged, "I jus' worry about ya, tha's all," he said. "An' I know I could take better care of ya than yerself." He wanted so desperately to replace the last word in that sentence him.

You gazed at him sceptically. "I don't know.." 

"Wha' do ya mean, 'I don't know,'?"

"I mean thank you," you continued, taking a sip of wine. "But I think I can handle it. And besides, I don't think my roommate would be too joyful if I just up and left."

Paul's expression darkened at the mention of him coming out of your mouth. He had always been slightly envious of that man, and the simple thought of him standing in the way of him and his girl made him feverish. What you may have done whilst he was gone made him feverish.

Paul couldn't concentrate, feeling a surge of jealousy. He didn't want to flat-out say you didn't need anyone else but him. He couldn't push that hard, that could be risky. Now was not a time to lose you.

He tried so hard to keep his attitude in check, so hard. His grip on stability and trust weakened and his feelings became palpable as he started the former discussion.

"Why must he live here?" He pressed, trying to sound all reasonable and that. "Carn't he find somewhere else to live? Or carn't you live with me? Tha's an option." 

He amassed the questions, you didn't know what answers to give him because he didn't need any answers. You shook your head bemusedly. "He's a friend Paul and we get along just fine."

"Gettin' along too fine." He murmured bitterly. 

"What was that?"

"I reckon ya heard me." He sniped. 

"Well, what happens when I'm not around you then?" You sniped back but the words came out unhurriedly. You couldn't really be bothered to start this conversation again.

Paul's thoughts started to get the better of him. Insecurity and severe doubt bloomed and the stalk couldn't be cut. 

Truth be told you obviously weren't the only girl in the world to him essentially, but you were his main one so what did it matter to you? It was his vitality.

"Ya know," Paul began, "I won't  shake off yer little friend, as you so love to call him. I wonder what goes on when I'm not around." His voice was cutting to the nerves, you didn't understand what had gotten into him.

His inner turmoil was apparent in his glassy eyes. Your face fell slightly, damage apparent. 

You discerned the horrific shift in his demeanour and replied timidly. "Oh."

Paul hesitated for a moment, what did he just do? Realisation dawned on him as he saw the impact of his words. 

"God, 'm sorry Y/N." He sighed promptly and had to resort to pleading, "I shouldn't have said it like tha', tha' was unfair, forgive me." He rubbed his hands down his face, he looked exhausted.

You scrutinized him, love was evident.

"Heat of the moment type thing?" You responded. 

Paul nodded, his expression filled with relief.

"Y/N, Listen-" 

"I know." You reassured, squeezing his hand.

The evening wore on slowly, intimately, half nakedly. Paul held you tightly, finding solace whilst lying on your chest.

It was a deep moment, one so deep you could've fallen asleep. But then Paul suddenly shifted so he could be above you, his hazel eyes flirted with yours. He was an attractive blur as your eyes flitted.

He got closer, your breaths mingling. Paul's lips met yours in a soft and wet kiss, an enduring meld of desire. Your mouths dragged in a synchronized manner. "Christ, yer even prettier than I remember." He muttered.

You could taste the vivid blend of wine and spit, it was a charming flavour. You gently pushed him off, he deftly reached his hands down to massage your hips. Paul led a sensuous route from your navel to your breasts, along your neck tenderly; he cupped your face in his hands. 

"Baby.." He sounded sure and knowing. It was total eye contact for a few beats. He wouldn't shy away from that. 

"If ya ever call upon anyone else, I think I'll lose me sanity." He whispered in a sing-song voice. 

"Yes Paul, I know."

"I need to have ya." He muttered, he inched down to suck on your neck. You had no intention of resisting. He invigorated his neck kisses and got angsty, including his teeth into it. You felt your heart flutter.

"Those weeks were bloody torture, without yer everythin'." 

You laughed softly at those last two words. 

Your gaze righteously lingered on him, he was the epitome of beauty right now. You both had a sudden craving for each other, something primal.

[mchlgayser]

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'1308!' Y/n gets up from her seat and gets the drink before she eventually left. The hot drinks manage to reduce the cold she felt in her hands as she made her way inside the venue. The hall was packed, with a few staff going around and players coming in and out. You give the drink to your manager and a few superiors before you left inside the stadium.

The manager whom you know as Terzic made his way towards you and smile 'Hello, are you the club's new photographer?' You grin and offered him a handshake 'Nice to meet you, sir,' He accepted the handshake and guide you around the venue 'You can take pictures from any angle but I'll specialize you to do it often near the flag.' He reminded and continue talking 'This helps you to take a better angle of the boys when they score.' You nod at him and begin again to hear him guiding you.

It was the end of your first day, a great start, the guys were nice, especially the number four, Nico Schlotterback. He was a nice guy despite looking a tad bit like a playboy, he's pretty nice. You get to know that he was also three years older than you.

Right now, he was escorting you back to your room along with his friend, Jude. Jude was rather the opposite. Not really, he's lovely, just lovely that he send a smile your way when you both first meet but he doesn't seem like a very sociable person. Neither did you but it's hard to strike up a conversation with the Londoner, unlike his other mates.

The three of you walk together as Nico helps you with your stuff when suddenly one of the staff called out for him, he looks between you and Jude and sough 'You can help accompany her to her car?' Nico asked Jude. You look at him for a moment and he nods.

Before Nico walks out, he whispered something over to you 'Just you know Jude is not always like this, he's lively.' And then he left, you tilt your head not really getting what he meant but you push the thought away and continue walking out with Jude 'You can wait here for one sec? I need to get my stuff.' He smile and nods.

You hurriedly went inside and grab your bag along with your car key, 'Thanks, you can give me that now. I'll handle it from here.'

'It's okay, I insist.' He rasps offering you yet another gentle smile and leading you outside to the basement parking lot. You instruct him to put the box at the backseat. You open the front seat door and put one hand over it 'Thanks, you helped me a lot!' He scrapes the back of his neck and kindly smiles 'Small matter...' His mouth open and closed like he was about to say something but hesitant 'You okay?'

'If you are fine, can you give me your phone number?' You look at him, baffled. Your hand twitches as you laugh lightly at the unexpected request 'Uhm... Yes sure, of course,' He handed you his cell and you punch your phone number inside 'Well, text me if you need anything.' You stammered before entering the car 'Well, see you tomorrow Jude!' You bid him goodbye before you start the engine and left the location.

A hard slap at the back of his back awaken him back to his sense 'I know you could do it!' Nico snickered at his friend, Jude flushed and dismisses the topic with an elbow to the stomach 'Shut up, I would've done it either way even if you didn't tell me to.' The two friends left and went back inside to pack their things.

[rubykgrant]

(Have a tiny bit of the Caboose interview! I’ll add more to this later, because we all know how much Caboose can talk about Church, but this was a really important bit that has been rolling around in my head for a while~)

She thought she had prepared herself for this particular interview, but she should have known better; nobody is ever prepared for Caboose.

Not that it was always a bad thing, it was just impossible to fully predict what was going to happen.

“Hello!” he greeted her cheerfully.

“Hello, Caboose. I’m glad you wanted to be part of these new interviews… and I’m sorry again, about startling you that first time we met. I know you said you were fine, but I was honestly so WORRIED-”

“Aw, that’s OK, really. And you got better at talking to people. This time, when you said you had questions for me, I didn’t fall off a cliff or anything! Good job!” Caboose was clearly trying to be supportive, and it made her laugh at the irony; it was usually reporters who had to put people at ease so they were willing to open up… and yes, once upon a time, Andrews had been a bit rough around the edges when she tried to get a story. While it had been an accident, startling Caboose and causing him to stumble backwards the first time they met, she probably would have been rather forceful with her questions. Perhaps even unkind.

Well, she knows better now. Still tough when need be, but more gentle and understanding.

“Thank you. I hope I keep doing a good job helping all of you tell your stories,”

“I bet you will. So, which stories do you want me to tell? I know a lot of really neat ones…” Caboose tipped his head to one side thoughtfully.

“Well, if you can, I have some questions I was hoping you would answer- about the things that happened to you before you met everybody in Blood Gulch, and what happened after you got there. Questions bout your thoughts and feelings,” Andrews said, a tone of warmth in her voice. “All you have to do is answer honestly. It’s also fine of you don’t want to answer a question, we can skip a topic and move on to something else. Sound good?”

“Yeah, that does sound good!” Caboose happily replied. “I had my own show once where I asked my friends questions about themselves, and they would give me answers, except those were in my dreams, and that’s how I knew when they weren’t being honest, it’s really easy to tell when a dream is lying, even when they say the exact same things my friends would say when we’re all awake, because those times I can’t be sure if they really mean everything or not!”

“Oh…I see?” she didn’t really see, but that never stopped Caboose before.

“We also used to answer questions for other people a lot, but most of those didn’t really happen, and sometimes only a few parts of them were real, but it was different than when I just imagine things, because sometimes my friends also remembered the things that didn’t happen, but they don’t always remember why we were doing the things we never did, or who the questions came from, or how we knew the answers to them, but that’s alright, because we’d probably give different answers now, anyway!”

Caboose gave a single definitive nod.

“Is some of that… because of the time-traveling? The Paradoxes?” Andrews asked.

“Probably! If it wasn’t because of the pair-of-boxes before, it is now that it happened,” that actually made sense, in a round-about kind of way. If it was good enough for Caboose, it was good enough for Andrews.

“You know what, good point. Well then, let me start with a BIG question… and remember, you can skip it if you don’t want to talk about it,” Andrews reminded him, and Caboose nodded. “Alright. I think everybody who has ever met you knows how much you like Church-”

“A LOT,” Caboose said firmly.

“Indeed. My question is- why? What was it about Church that made you like him so much?”

“Hmm… well, he was just really cool. I could tell right away, Church was awesome!” Caboose told her. “I liked talking to him a lot more than some of the other people I met before I got to Blood Gulch. I don’t know what words to use to make it make sense, but Church was like… really interesting by accident. He didn’t always want you to think he was interesting, but he WAS. I wanted to hear what he thought about things, so I would tell him about all the things I thought of too. It was hard at first, because Church yelled a lot… you remember seeing him for a minute, in the time-window, right?”

“Yes, I remember. I also saw old footage of all of you at Blood Gulch,” Andrews replied. “It seemed like Church was very… frustrated,”

“Yeah, he always acted like he was mad at everybody else, and didn’t need them. But then I figured out he was mad at himself. And he thought nobody needed him,”

Caboose said that so simply, with a touch of sad fondness. For a moment, it surprised Andrews.

“Really? How- how did you figure that out, Caboose?”

“Um, well, that’s also hard to explain so it makes sense, because it just kinda made sense in my head one day, but not with words?” he gave a small shrug, not of indifference, just an acceptance of this fact.

“You mean like a feeling?” she offered.

“Yes. Just like I knew Church was cool, I knew he also felt sort of… bad. I didn’t know WHY, though. Tucker says he figured out Church was an AI before everybody else, and YEAH, maybe he DID, but Tucker didn’t know right away! Nobody knew, not even Church. But he still felt like something was wrong… Epsilon told me once- that Alpha was really good at fixing problems, but after he got hurt so many times, he felt like he couldn’t fix anything. Church didn’t remember that he was Alpha, but he still had those bad feelings… he was afraid of people needing him, and then hating him because he couldn’t fix things like he wanted. He still tried, though. One time, when he exploded, and we all thought we time-traveled away, Church kept trying to fix things so nothing bad would happen to us. He tried over and over again, but it never worked, so he finally decided to just come back and be exploded with us!”

“Now THAT sounds like one of the time-travel paradoxes,” Andrews wondered how many different versions of reality the Reds and Blues actually experienced.

“Oh, no, that was something different... but it was when Church learned the mean word from Gary, and THAT was part of the time-travel stuff we did later. And Before,” Caboose clarified.

“Alright... we might need to sort through that, eventually. For now, go ahead and keep telling me about Church,” Andrews said.

“Well, no matter how much he yelled and acted mean, Church kept trying to fix things, he just didn’t want anybody to know he cared so much. I knew he cared, though. I knew he was lonely, too. Even when he told people to go away, that’s not really what he wanted… Church HATED when he missed things. He would complain about missing stuff all the time. Church was... really, REALLY important. Not because he was the Alpha AI, but because of how much he cared, and how hard he tried to fix things, even when he said he hated everybody. That’s just what Church was like,”

Caboose let out a soft sigh, and looked down at his hands in his lap. He didn’t seem terribly upset, maybe even a little satisfied to finally explain his thoughts, his feelings. Well, that was the point, after all.

Andrews knew that Church was a tender subject, and this included both Alpha and Epsilon, who had both been their own Church. Both had also been very important to the Reds and Blues, ESPECIALLY Caboose. Andrews regretted being so blunt and callous about the loss of Epsilon after Chorus… and she hadn’t fully understood why Alpha had been so missed. The moment during the time-window conversation and all those recordings of the early days had given her a glimpse, but that was all.

“Caboose?” Andrews spoke after taking a few seconds to gather her thoughts. Caboose looked up at her with a pleasant little hum of interest. “I think you explained that so it made sense PERFECTLY,”

“Really?”

“Yes. Thank you for telling me more about Church. I feel like I know him a little better now,” she smiled to herself, and was fairly confident that Caboose was also smiling inside his blue helmet.

“You’re welcome! I am the BEST at remembering Church, after all!” he said proudly. “That’s how I helped Epsilon at first, I told him about Church, and then Epsilon told me about Alpha. Some of it was in the message Epsilon left just for me, but some of it was just when we were talking... he didn’t know what was wrong at first either, but Epsilon also felt bad. The people who made the AI hurt them, too. Then made them forget it. It’s hard to feel better when you don’t know why you’re hurt... but when Epsilon remembered, he tried to fix things, for Alpha, and the other AI, and all of us. He tried too hard, and now he’s gone... but I still remember him, and Alpha. So do my friends. And now, we can help each other feel better, and remember the good things!”

“I’m glad to hear that. I’m sure Church would be glad you remember good things about him, too...” Andrews said.

“Yep. OH, I thought of something good, like, a title for my part of the story! Most of the stories I know all have titles. Does that work, can you use something like that?” he asked.

“Sure. What is it?”

“Memory is The Key,” Caboose spoke these words with affection and admiration. Andrews had to agree, it was a very fitting title.

[stuckonstarker]

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬? 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤.

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Peter entered the lab with ease. Tony stood there and perked up as Peter walked in. It seemed like the older man had been waiting for Peter. But, that was silly. Tony definitely had better things to do than deal with a teenager.

“Kid,” Tony said, “glad you made it in one piece.”

Peter smiled, “I’m all here. Ten fingers and ten toes”

“I never know with you,” Tony said.

He guided Peter over to a metal box looking thing. Peter looked at it then glanced at Tony.

“What is it?”

Tony said, “Open it.”

Peter opened it and it revealed a blue and red suit. Unmistakably a Spider-Man suit.

“Tony!” Peter said, “That’s…”

“Amazing?”

“How much did it cost to make?” Peter asked as he examined the suit.

Tony said, “Not a lot.”

Peter suspected that Tony’s definition of ‘not a lot’ was very different from Peter’s. 

He couldn’t bring himself to care, though. The suit was sick! 

“Try it on,” Tony urged.

Peter tugged his shirt off.

“Oh,” Tony said, “you’re just… okay.” He turned so that his back was facing Peter.

“Sorry,” Peter said. 

Tony said, “You’re fine, kid.”

Peter got the suit on. It was filled to the brim with features. Enough to make him question his capabilities. He was just a friendly, neighborhood Spider-Man. Having all these features meant there might be a time he needed to use them - and he wasn’t certain he could do that.

“Do you like it?” Tony asked as his hands ghosted over Peter’s body.

He was obviously just seeing how it fit on Peter, but it made Peter’s stomach twist in a pleasant way.

“I do,” Peter said.

Tony said, “I made your own AI.”

“You did?” Peter asked. 

“Hello, Peter,” a gentle voice said in his ear. He jumped a bit before he realized it was the AI. “I’m here to help you with whatever you may need,” She said.

Her voice reminded Peter of Alexa. He had never owned one himself. But she had her own name. As did all of Tony’s AI.

“Do you have a name?” Peter asked.

“I do not.”

That’s not fair, Peter thought. This nice AI lady deserves a name just as much as Alexa and FRIDAY. 

“How about Karen?”

“That’s a very good name, Peter,” She responded and so it was. She was now Karen.

Tony said, “I can’t believe you just named my AI Karen, kid.”

“Karen is my AI.” Peter said, “You gave her to me as a gift. And Karen is a delightful name.”

Tony asked, “So you like it?”

“Yeah!” Peter said, “This is so cool! I mean… it’s so much. Obviously, I can’t thank you enough for this… again. I’ve been saying that a lot lately. But I mean it every time. I really can’t thank you enough for this.”

Tony said, “I’m just glad you like it.”

“Why wouldn’t I like it?” Peter asked as he admired his arms and body in this new and improved suit.

“It seems like people always find a way to hate what I make for them,” Tony said, but it was quiet. 

Peter said, “I like it. I really do. It’s the coolest thing I have ever owned. Ever.”

Tony smiled. His face was covered in wrinkles, smile lines and crow's feet. He was the perfect example of aging like a fine wine. Salt and pepper goatee surrounded his white teeth. How his teeth were white when he drank coffee like it was going to evaporate was truly baffling. 

Peter found himself entranced by Tony. Which was a conundrum.

“All that matters is that you like it,” Tony said as he rubbed Peter’s shoulders.

Peter soaked in the touch like a sponge. Any affection Tony was willing to give him, he would drink it up gratefully. 

Peter took the new suit home with him that night. 

May, fortunately, wasn’t at home so Peter didn’t have to answer any questions about the suspicious suitcase he was lugging around.

Tony was handsome. That was just a fact of life - like how the sun rises in the east and sets in the west. 

It was beginning to feel less like a fact and more like a problem. Peter knew Tony was sexy, but he had never had to worry about it before. Now, though, he was talking to Tony every day. If not in person then over text. 

The attraction that had already been there got cranked up to one million. Which meant Peter could barely look at the man without finding himself a flustered mess.

This posed the obvious problem that Tony was so unattainable it wasn’t even funny. Tony was older, hotter and smarter. He wasn’t just out of Peter’s league, he was playing a whole different sport.

And, yet, Peter found himself slipping further and further into Tony’s charms.

How absolutely humiliating. He felt like some kind of school girl crushing on her hot teacher.

He scoffed, he wasn’t like that. It was natural to be attracted to people. It was normal. He wasn’t weird for finding someone hot, especially someone as hot as Tony. 

It was just starting to become a distraction.

His best course of action would be to forget all about these feelings. These weird, overwhelming feelings. 

Peter went to bed with the resolution that he would not let this attraction to his mentor distract him any longer. They had a good thing going on, and it wouldn’t be fair to Tony to ruin that.

-

Peter was sitting on the sidelines of the gym with Ned. They were somewhat out of the way, so hopefully the gym teacher wouldn’t notice them.

“Do you wanna come over tonight and look at Pokemon card listings on eBay?” Ned asked.

Peter said, “I can’t. I’m busy.”

“What?” Ned asked, “Why?”

Peter said, “I got a job.”

“A job job?” Ned asked, “Like they pay you and stuff?”

Peter nodded, “You’re on the right track.”

“Sick!” Ned smiled, “How much are you getting paid?”

“Uh…” Peter lied, “I think minimum wage.”

Ned said, “Right. Capitalism.”

Peter fidgeted with his gym shorts. He felt wrong lying to Ned - even if he was doing it for a good reason. They had been friends for so long. Ned knew things about Peter that May didn’t even know.

“What’s got you so glum looking?” asked Ned. He nudged Peter playfully. 

Peter sighed, “It’s… spider stuff.”

“Oh,” Ned leaned in, “tell me.”

“It’s not exciting.” Peter said, “It’s existential stuff.”

Ned said, “I love existential stuff. Come on, man, tell me!”

Peter sighed, “Being Peter and being Spider-Man feels like I’m being ripped into two sometimes. It feels impossible to keep them separate, but nothing good would come from mixing them.”

“I get it, man.” Ned said, “You’ve got to be a hero, but you’ve also gotta be yourself, y’know. Eventually, where does that line even get drawn?”

Peter breathed deeply. 

“But, at the end of the day, you’re you.” Ned said, “Nothing will ever change that, dude.”

Peter said, “I’m not so sure about that.”

“Why?”

Peter signed, “It feels like I’m becoming someone I don’t recognize.”

“That’s not always a bad thing. Change is natural.” Ned said, “You might be… turning into a butterfly? I don’t know. I’m bad at this encouraging speech stuff.”

Peter said, “You actually did a pretty good job.”

“Thank you,” Ned smiled. 

Gym ended and they walked through the halls together. Homecoming posters were plastered up wherever they’d fit.

The dance was steadily approaching. Peter didn’t have a date, as per usual. He and Ned were going to go together and take the free food. The same thing they had done every year prior.

The point is, Peter never had a date to any dance. He assumed this one wouldn’t be any different. Despite being Spider-Man, he was still Peter to his core. And Peter was a loser. A sad, lonely loser who was awkward and unsure.

“Do you have a suit?” Ned asked.

Peter responded, “One of Ben’s.”

“He had style.” Ned said, “You’re going to be the hottest guy there.”

Peter smiled, “Thanks, Ned. What about you?”

“Oh, I’m probably gonna rent one,” Ned said.

Peter asked, “Are you going to wear your hat?”

“You know it,” Ned said.

Peter laughed, “When everything else in the world is uncertain, we can be sure you’ll wear your hat.”

“It’s a heavy burden, but I must do it.”

Liz walked by, her big curls bouncing with each step. Her soft lips and kind eyes. The end of her skirt swaying and revealing more of her long legs. Peter watched, entranced - even as Ned asked him a question. 

Ned smiled, “Do you like her?”

“Shut up!” Peter hissed, “I absolutely do not.”

Ned said, “Hey, it’s not impossible. Ever since Flash got expelled, you’ve been less of a social pariah.”

“Flash got expelled?” Peter asked, finally able to rip his eyes away from Liz.

Ned said, “Yeah, haven’t you noticed? The air feels easier to breathe.”

“What did he get expelled for?” 

“I don’t know,” said Ned. “Probably behavioral issues. The point is, he isn’t here to humiliate you or himself, so you might actually have a shot with her.”

Peter asked, “You think so?”

Ned said, “You are Spider-Man.”

Peter watched Liz from behind his locker. Did he really have a chance with her? 

His phone dinged

tony: Kid, come over when you can.

peter: why

tony: Because it’s what I hired you to do.

peter: fair

“I’ve got to go to work afterschool,” Peter informed Ned.

Ned groaned, “This sucks.”

“You’re acting like you’re the one who has to work.”

Ned said, “It feels like it.”

“Dramatic,” Peter said.

-

The lab was prepared for Peter’s arrival. Everyday, after school, Peter would come over. He stayed for a wide range of times. Sometimes hours, sometimes minutes. It depended on the day and both of their capabilities. 

“Peter!” Tony greeted him with a bright smile. He realized he probably looked insane. He hadn’t gotten any sleep since he last talked to Peter.

Peter smiled back and didn’t seem to notice. He shrugged his backpack off his shoulder and threw it into a nearby chair. He winced a little bit.

“Are you alright?” Tony walked over to him and put his hands on Peter’s shoulders.

“My laptop was in there,” Peter said.

Tony said, “Honest mistake. I’ll buy you a new one if it’s broken.”

“No!” Peter interrupted, “You really don’t need to, Tony, you’ve-”

“Kid.” Tony said, “You’re starting to kill me. Let me do this for you.”

Peter nodded and bit his lip. He opened his backpack and said, “It’s not broken!”

He pulled the laptop out and it was a monstrosity. Bulky and covered in tape. It looked like a cough could make it collapse into a heap of parts.

“Oh, Jesus,” Tony said.

 Peter smiled, “She looks rough, but she’s served me well.”

“I think you might have to put her down,” Tony said.

Peter gasped and put his hands on each side of the laptop to mimic covering its ears. “Don’t listen to him,” he whispered.

Tony wanted so badly to get Peter a new laptop. He swallowed and forced the feeling back into the pit of his stomach. A new phone, a new laptop, a new job, a new spider-suit. If he wasn’t careful he might end up scaring Peter off.

Peter opened the laptop and part of the screen was just black. Oh, come on. 

“Kid…”

Peter said, “Okay, listen, I know it looks bad, but if you tilt the screen back in the right light you can actually see the rest of the screen.”

“You’re fucking kidding me,” Tony said.

“Watch,” Peter said and began adjusting the screen.

Tony said, “No, I don’t need a demonstration. I believe you.”

“It works fine.” Peter looked up at Tony with the sweetest face Tony had ever seen in his lifetime.

God. He has to know. Peter has to know how his innocent eyes and plush mouth enticed Tony. Peter’s a smart kid. Quick as a whip and witty too. He may have been a bit inexperienced - but inexperience doesn’t make someone completely stupid. 

Tony swallowed and bit back a groan, “Right, kid. But how would it look if my personal intern walked around with a busted up laptop?”

“It’s fine, really. I’ll keep it in my backpack.”

Tony relented, for now.

“Your love language must be gift giving,” Peter said contemplatively.

“Huh?”

Peter said, “There’s five love languages: acts of service, quality time, physical touch, words of affirmation, and gift giving.”

“Right.” Tony asked, “What’s yours?” 

Peter said, “Words of affirmation.”

“Alright.” Tony said, “You’re doing a great job, kid.”

Peter’s face immediately went red.

Tony laughed and Peter pouted. His cheeks were puffed out and he glared exaggeratedly before continuing his work.

“What are you doing?” Tony snuck over.

Peter jumped when he saw how close Tony had gotten. If he was uncomfortable, he didn’t mention it.

Peter said, “I’m just working on homework.”

“Ah.”

“I swear, sometimes I’m convinced these teachers are trying to kill us.” Peter said, “It’s like do we really need to do three hours worth of homework every single night?”

Tony said, “Practice makes perfect.”

“Fair,” Peter sighed, “but I’m already busy with so much. Can’t they chill out a little bit?”

Tony wanted to immediately take care of it. He wanted to wrap Peter up and tell him he’d never have to work on homework again if he didn’t want to. Instead, forcing himself to play responsible mentor, he gave Peter an awkward pat on the head.

“You’ve got this.” He said, “You can do this stuff in your sleep.”

Peter faltered, “Thanks…”

“Is something wrong, kid?” Tony asked softly.

Peter said, “It’s not important.”

“If it’s important to you then it’s important to me,” Tony said, surprising himself with his sincerity.

Peter said, “The homecoming dance is coming up soon and there’s this girl I really want to ask, but I just don’t know how.”

“Girl troubles?” Tony said, “Kid, this is my specialty.”

Peter said, “I don’t want to… I want something long-term with her.”

That’s adorable, Tony thought as his stomach twisted into knots. He felt sick. He ignored it for now.

“Hey, I’m not just a slut,” Tony said.

“I didn’t mean it like that!”

Tony made a face, “It sure sounded like you meant it like that.”

“Sorry,” Peter said, face flushed and looking down shyly.

Tony said, “Be confident, kid.”

“I can’t,” Peter said.

Tony grabbed Peter’s hands. He said, “Look at me and ask me out to the dance or whatever.”

Peter said, “This is weird.”

“Maybe, but I’m teaching you how to land a date, kid, so just do it.”

“Alright…” Peter said, “Liz… will you go to the dance with me?”

Admittedly, it was a pathetic attempt. Peter looked like he was trying to hide inside of his own skin. But Tony found it endearing. Those pretty eyes and soft lips - God, they’d be the death of Tony.

“Try to look her in the eye,” Tony commented. 

Peter made intense eye contact with Tony. Tony cackled in response.

“I can’t do this,” Peter groaned loudly.

Tony, through his laughter, said, “Yes you can. You can do this, Pete.”

“Alright,” Peter breathed. He closed his eyes and looked like he was meditating for a long moment. He looked up and said, “Will you go to the dance with me?”

Tony smiled, “Better.”

“Do you think I have a shot with her?” asked Peter with his long lashes and strawberry lips.

Tony coughed. He said, “I would bet my money on yes.”

“Really?” Peter asked. He looked so hopeful. Like he’d never once thought someone could want him.

Tony said, “Yeah, kid. Ask her with those big doe eyes of yours and she won’t be able to say no.”

Peter smiled as his face went pink, “Thanks.”

Tony watched Peter’s soft features like a hawk hunting a mouse.

“I have a question,” Peter said after a peculiar moment of silence.

Tony nodded.

“Did you…?” Peter sighed, “Flash got expelled. Was that you?”

“It was.”

Peter asked, “Why?”

“You said he was bullying you,” Tony said succinctly.

Peter swallowed, “I don’t know. He was kind of an asshole, but it feels weird just having him gone.”

“Kid, don’t worry about him.” Tony said, “He’ll get into another prestigious school and go off to a prestigious college and inherit whatever company his daddy owns.”

Peter’s lips tightened.

Tony said, “For now, just worry about yourself. Okay?”

“Okay,” Peter agreed.

-

Tony sat alone in the dark. A mug of coffee in his hand. The liquor cabinet had been singing his name lately. He took a gulp of the bitter liquid.

There was a soft despondency in his chest. He yearned every time Peter left his side. This is so fucked. He’s so fucking fucked.

The soft tip tap of heels alerted him to Pepper’s presence.

“Hey, Pep.”

Pepper said, “Tony, what are you doing up?”

“What are you doing up?” Tony retorted.

She said, “Taking care of you.”

Tony hummed, “You don’t have to.”

Pepper gave a concerned glance at Tony. She sat across from him. 

“What’s going on with you and Peter?” She asked. Her voice was casual, uncaring, but Tony could tell that his answer was going to hold a lot of weight.

Tony took a deep breath, “I just want him to stay on the right track.”

“Is that really all?” She asked.

Tony said, “Yes.”

She didn’t say anything else, but her eyes dissected Tony. It was the same questioning look she had given him a million times. As long as they were together, friends or lovers, she’d always wonder, Do I really know him? 

Tony just smiled at her, “I just wanna keep the kid safe. That can’t be a bad thing, right?”

“I can’t make that decision for you,” Pepper said.

She got up and left.

Tony stayed right where he was. 

His past haunted him in the form of Iron Man prototypes and blueprints. He was tied down to his old mistakes, his stupid decisions. 

He’d seen what the world could become. Falling from the sky and a vision that haunted his nightmares. He’d seen the worst of the worst.

Wrapping armor around the world to keep it safe had become his plan. It was an ambitious goal.

But as each day passed, it was starting to seem easier. All he had to do was protect Peter. That’s all that matters anymore. 

[gruesomejack]

"You ready to go home?" Sighing, Vi set the script aside and leaned back on his hands. He and Charlie had spent the after-school hour, reading lines back and forth to each other for their upcoming show. It was in less than a month now.

"Yeah, I guess. I'm kinda hungry." Charlie let out a soft yawn and got up to peek over the balcony of the opera box. The other kids were starting to grab their bags, too, and file out for the night. When he glanced back, Vico's eyes were on him, pale green and gentle like they always were. He warmed. Ever since they'd messed around and kissed each other a week ago, things have been a little different between them. Not too different-- They were still as close as ever, but there was something thick hanging in the air now. Vi smiled, and Charlie felt his hands get clammy.

"Actually..." Sitting up, Vi folded his legs underneath himself and let his smile drop into a thoughtful frown. "Let's stay for a few more minutes."

"Why?" Charlie sat back down on the floor beside him despite it, his own eyes searching the other boy's face. "Want to go over somethin' else quick?"

Shit. Charlie was close, wasn't he? Vico looked at him and chewed the inside of his cheek. He'd made a mistake when he kissed him. It'd been a joke, but all it did was prove a suspicion he'd held for a long time. Two, actually. The first was that he was definitely into boys; the second that he was definitely into Charlie, too. The guy was already intertwined in near every moment of his life, but now he didn't have a single moment where he wasn't picturing warm grey eyes perched between round cheeks, and a handsome jaw. Idly, his hand had moved to brush over his lips, and he took a moment to try and remember the way Charlie's felt atop them.

"Hello? You in there?" Charlie knocked his knuckles on a head of messy waves, earning him a shove. Laughing, he knocked his shoulder into Vi's and smiled. "C'mon. What's up?" He asked, "You've been getting kinda space-y on me lately."

Pink cheeked, Vi frowned and leaned against him, his eyes shifting to stare at the dirty carpet of the auditorium floor. "...Promise me you won't get upset."

Charlie blinked and furrowed his brow, "What'd you do now?"

"Please."

"Yeah, yeah, alright. I won't get mad." He promised and wrapped an arm around him. "You know I can't anyway. I don't know what I'd be doing with myself if you weren't dictating my schedule. If I'm mad at you, I wouldn't have anyone to remind me to breathe."

Vi winced a little and scratched his forehead, his own face growing red. "Look. We've been friends a long time..." He tried and trailed, stuck thinking of how to word his thoughts. He took just a moment too long, but caught Charlie's hand before he could try and bang at his head again. Snatching it, he held it in both of his. He turned it over slowly and stared at the lines on his palm. "I-I think I want more than that..."

"Huh?" Charlie stuttered a little and felt himself grow unbearably hot. The words were played over and over in his head, his eyes staring in a quiet disbelief.

"I get it if that's not something you want!" Vi cut in and shook his head, "B-But ever since we kissed, I can't think about you as just... just Charlie! You are Charlie, but it's like my eyes have been opened to so much more of you, and I don't know if I can stop. If you don't want to be my friend anymore, I-"

"Shut up! Dude, shut up!" Charlie was beet red, and his hands were up to take Vico's face between his palms. He was breathing fast, and his eyes were wide and panicked, but not because he hated him. That's what that feeling was in the air. Vi liked him, and he-- He liked him too, huh? Fuck. The two of them had been friends since grade school. They were seniors now; they grew up together. Of course, he liked Vico. Hell! He loved him! But it didn't click that the love he held might've been more than that until the words were out of the boy's mouth. He tried to speak, but couldn't. What could he say? But he needed to do something, because each second that passed, he could see his friend's eyes growing wet. Swallowing, he ducked and connected their faces with a nervous kiss and quickly pulled back.

Vi's lashes fluttered. It'd happened so fast, it took him a second to register. Charlie kissed him. Two wide pairs of eyes met each other and stared for a long moment. Vi broke into a wide grin and quickly threw himself at his friend and knocked them both to the ground. Before Charlie could yell at him, Vi had found his lips again and took his lips for his own. They moved slowly at first, but the sparks sprinting through his spine and limbs had his lips opening to invite him in. On instinct, Charlie's chin was up, and his tongue had slipped past Vi's lips to taste him. Neither one of them knew what they were doing-- Anyone who would've been unlucky enough to walk in would see two teenagers licking at each other and clacking teeth. It was awkward, but they passed laughter back and forth together about it and enjoyed the warmth building between them.

After a while, they broke to breathe, leaning their foreheads together. Both of them were a mess of trembling limbs and hot breaths, their faces flushed. Vi had straddled Charlie in his tackle-- He started to nod and try and peel himself away, but struggled with the way his bones felt like jello. "Fuck." He breathed, "Gotta wait a second. I'm-..." Trailing, he grinned and closed his eyes. "Fuck you, Charlie."

A bright, breathy laugh slipped from the other boy. Grinning back at him, Charlie tried to ease himself up and slipped, landing back on his elbows. The movement had them bouncing a little, and Vi's eyes were immediately open. The spot between their hips had rocked and gotten just a brief moment of friction, sending one boy a gasp and the other a soft whimper. They shared a look, one that suggested maybe they were in over their heads, but neither one moved.

Vi peeked over his shoulder at the box doors and then back at his friend. Pressing his lips together, he slid his hands onto Charlie's chest and delivered an experimental roll of his hips.

"Vi-!"

"Shhh!" Glaring at him, he let out a shaky breath and did it again. He and Charlie shared a groan, leaving them both breaking into soft giggles. It wasn't hard for them to decide to go back to their affection-- They could be a little late to dinner.

"Oh, fuck-" Charlie's hands were on Vi, his fingers sliding under his shirt to feel his skin. Had it been minutes? Hours? He didn't know, but Vico was kissing at his neck and humping at his lap like a dog, and he'd never felt anything better in his entire life. "Shit-- V-Vi, u-undo the-" Charlit shivered and hitched, trailing with a soft moan.

Vi echoed and rocked hard. It was so difficult to stop moving-- He was so close, and it felt so good, but if he didn't, they'd be walking home with stained clothes. Cursing, he quickly opened Charlie's jeans and tugged out his cock. He barely had a moment to admire it before he was whining and scrambling to pull out his own. Both wrapped in his long fingers, his chin fell back as he rocked and stroked them together.

Choking, the other boy was bucking into a warm palm and against burning skin, both sticky-slick from leaking while they kissed. Charlie reached and tugged Vi down into another, open and deep. The combination of kisses and the flush attention between them, he whimpered into Vi's mouth and squeezed at his arm. Vico nodded again, whining back as his ruts turned erratic.

Foreheads knocked together, and the two boys both started to pant and moan. "Vico-!" Charlie shuddered hard, and Vi cursed, his spine stretching. "Charlie!" He breathed and sobbed quietly. They were both shaking hard and red. Vi could feel wet warmth on his fingers, and the thought of it being Charlie's made his heart flip in the middle of its loud thumping. Opening his eyes, he met a pair of pretty greys and immediately broke into a laugh.

Charlie grinned back, his face red and glistening with a bit of sweat. "...If I was mad at you, I never would've gotten to share that with you."

With his clean hand, Vi gave him a gentle shove before tugging him back up into another softer kiss and rubbing their noses together. "I... I love you, Charlie."

Hot eared, the blonde nodded and closed his eyes. "M-Me too."

[forlorn-crows]

1.13 : favorite fic + if i’ve ever talked about/shared your fics?

crow. crow, please. crow, i literally cannot describe to you how much i fucking adore ‘give me the anger, give me the nerve, get what you deserved’ HELLO?? i— i am not at all kidding when i say that this fic and one other one fucking opened my eyes and enlightened me on the beauty of mountain+dew????? FUCK????? CROW I READ THIS FIC OUTLOUD FOR A BET AND I FEEL THE NEED TO REMIND YOU OF THIS BECAUSE I LITERALLY LOVE THIS WORK THAT MUCH?????? FUCK—

8 : what i like most about your writing?

crow, your dialogue. how you write the ghouls’ conversations and dialogue?? immaculate. what the actual fuck. the way your characterizations just seem to shine through how they speak? i truly aspire to bring the kind of life that you do when writing my own dialogue in my own fics, it’s just… wow. like, you could literally just have a cast of characters, and a fic with nothing but dialogue and i’m almost certain that your readers could still pick out whose speaking without any descriptions or indications based on the dialogue alone. it’s just so vibrant!! full of your characters’ life, it’s immaculate!! really!! true chef’s kiss right there!! ♡

anyways, i could literally write an essay and host a TedTalk on how much i adore your writing, let alone fill your ask box with literally all of these prompts easy. buuut, i’ll save you that torture, haha!! anyways, gentle reminder i’m thinking of your mountaindew hatefuck fic everyday i adore your writing style!! and you are one of several authors i immediately rush to ao3 upon receiving that goddamn email notification so i can properly munch on your fan fictions ♡♡

im still screaming about you reading that damn fic out loud LKJSDJFK this one will always hold a special place in my heart for how much i fuckin LOST IT at the tik tok that inspired it. (let me bring back your meme bc of course i saved it)

leafy you are SOO sweet. i feel like i really struggle with dialogue sometimes so this means so so much! and it means so so much you have notifs on for my fics omggggg

[bluexiao]

Hello! If your ask box isn't open, please ignore this I couldn't find anything that said if It is or not, but can I request Xiao, Gorou, Kazuha, Venti, and Aether if you write for him, with a fem reader who is very self conscious and their weight, having big breasts and stretch marks ? You don't have to add all of it or just whatever you'd like, I'm feeling very insecure rn and I love your work so I thought I'd send in a request.

Anyways I hope you're having a wonderful Day/Night and stay hydrated and healthy <3

All my love, Rose 🌹

#you are beautiful

—where you’re self-conscious about your body

CHARACTERS. Gorou, Kazuha, Xiao

THEMES. hurt with comfort. with angst. with fluff.

WARNINGS. anxiety, being self-conscious (without any real specifications)

NOTES. this is quite late i know,,, my head has been aching since earlier and i couldn’t come up with anything for a long time. however after playing my xiao playlist in the background the words just came pouring in. i hope you guys like this! this is one of the most emotional stuff i’ve written here so pls be careful! also, i only put 3 characters because i wanted to get this out immediately and since it’s also in my rules,, no matter how much i wanna write more. also, i hope this would be able to help somehow, rose! thank you sm for requesting<33

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GOROU knows that something is wrong but he couldn’t seem to figure out what it is. You pull away whenever he tries to embrace you; avoid whenever he tries to reach out for your waist; and above all, he misses you and your touch.

He’s a straightforward man, and he wants to get to the middle of the situation before it gets worse, thus it wasn’t long before he was pulling you aside privately and asking you directly how you were.

“Is there something wrong, honey? You’ve been acting… odd lately. I’m here if you want to talk to me.”

He didn’t know what to expect, but he softened up when you finally told him about the thoughts that ran through your head lately, the shadows that creeped your mind and pushed him away at the same time.

Without a moment to lose, he slips his hands on your waist, gently pulling you close and carefully peppering your face with gentle kisses. Unlike any other time, he was slow, letting you relish on how his lips press on your cheeks, temples, the bridge of your nose, the corners of your eyes, and even on your jaw. Unraveled, you were, but all was silent in this very moment, with him helping you learn how to slowly love yourself [again].

“It must have been tough on you, huh? I apologize for only noticing this now, my love. You are worth more than just your outside appearance, but if I were asked, you are the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my entire life. You deserve more recognition than you think.”

KAZUHA notices how distant you have been these past few days. He watches and continues to observe you to see what seems to be the problem. The way you crossed your arms, look away when he’s professing his love for you, and even avoids his kisses. He can still kiss you, but whenever he tries to pull you deeper, you push him away.

He respects you, he does, but something doesn’t feel right.

For one last time, he whispers in your ear, “My dove, the love of my life, have I told you how much I love you today?”

The words lingered in your brain far longer than it should and sooner, you broke and gave him the answers to his questions—the worries that filled your mind these past few days and prevented you from accepting any kind of affection that he had always given.

With a gentle kiss on your nose, he then leans his forehead on yours, “Your beauty encompasses any other I’ve ever seen my entire life, no matter what you or the others say, this fact remains in my mind, and I wouldn’t mind having to remind you that everyday and every moment of our lives.”

XIAO, above everyone else, is the most concerned. Not only was he confused as to what seems to be the problem, but he also doesn’t know how to address it without having to look insensitive of your mortal feelings. He’s not like you, and that was exactly what he feared of—to hurt you without meaning to; inside and out.

He wanted to reach out, wanted to hold you and be there for you, but what if he was the problem? What if he’s the reason why you’re feeling this way?

Yet, he couldn’t just give up on you like that. He is a weapon, he cannot desert you just like that.

So he decides to confront you about it, standing face to face under the moonlight on the balcony of Wangshu Inn. He prepares himself for the onslaught of the battlefield, but he could have never expected the sharpness of the sword that you had been fighting with all this time, all alone.

He holds your weary and tired body, letting all the cries of your heart and soul about your insecurities fall onto the wind and out into the open. He is not human, he cannot comfort you the way humans could, but he is your weapon. He doesn’t like seeing you this way. If he had to defeat even the negative thoughts in your mind, he would. For you.

He held the back of your head, a sign of reassurance, maybe? Or was it a way to ridicule the voices that pull you into the darkness?

“Foolish human, you are more beautiful than how you think you are. What you see on the outside is not the only basis for such things. How else do you think you’ve tamed even an Adepti like me?”

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Chaconne: Part 2 (Agatha Harkness x Fem!Reader)

Summary: After auditioning for who is often considered to be the world’s scariest conductor, you begin working for Agatha Harkness and the Manhattan Symphony Orchestra. 

Word Count: 4.9K

Link: Dvorak’s New World Symphony: Movement 4 (Performed by the Vienna Philharmonic)

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pGdtkUiKaA8

A/N: Hi everyone! I’m back with part two of Chaconne. I’ve included another link to the fourth movement of Dvorak in case anyone would like to listen, (it’s one of my favorite recordings and I definitely recommend it) but if classical music isn’t your jam I understand. Also, I would like to warn this is going to be major slow burn, but I promise there is a light at the end of the tunnel...eventually. Part 3 should be uploaded in a few days! I hope all of you enjoy it, and as always please feel free to leave a comment :) Oh! Also I think I’m going to make a taglist for this story, so if you would like to be added just comment or send me a message.

A week later marked the first symphony rehearsal of the season. You had barely seen Agatha all day. The woman was running from meeting to meeting with investors and the board so she had given you small tasks to complete in her absence. You were busy rearranging the small personal music library she kept in her office when there was a knock on the door.

“Come in,” You called out as you began sorting through the Baroque Era.

The door opened a moment later and you were glancing at a few different scores when you heard someone clear their throat. Looking up, you saw Wanda Maximoff standing in the doorway.

“Well hello there,” Wanda drawled out, clearly looking surprised. It took you a second to wonder why until you realized you were in Agatha’s office. “You’re not Agatha.”

You let out a nervous laugh. “No...um, no I’m not. I’m Agatha’s new assistant, Y/N.”

Wanda gave you a curious glance. “Her assistant,” she mused, taking a step further into the office. “Does she treat you well?”

You shrugged. “She feeds me a few times a day, buys me coffee. It could be a lot worse.”

Wanda chuckled. “Well it is very nice to meet you. I’m Wanda Maximoff.”

“I know who you are,” You blurted out before realizing how creepy that may have sounded. Glancing at Wanda, you were relieved that she seemed more amused than anything else. “I mean, it’s such a pleasure to meet you, Miss Maximoff. I’m a huge fan of yours.”

“Call me Wanda,” The pianist insisted. “You’re sweet. I’m surprised Agatha hasn’t had you running for the hills.”

You felt strangely defensive over the criticism regarding Agatha. “She really isn’t bad. I’m learning so much from her.”

Wanda looked surprised but smiled nonetheless. “You’re a very sweet girl, aren’t you? Do you know when Agatha will be back?”

“Um...” You trailed off and tried to remember when Agatha said she would be done. “It might be a while.”

“I don’t mind waiting,” Wanda said confidently, taking a seat in a leather chair. “I can keep you company.”

So you spent the next half hour sorting through music. At some point Wanda had offered to assist you, and although you assured her you were fine, she insisted. Which is how you found yourself discussing your favorite eras of music with one of your favorite musicians.

“Well isn’t this cozy,” Agatha’s voice rang out from the doorway causing you to jump.

The conductor had a scowl on her face and you could practically see the anger seething out of her. Wanda, on the other hand, smiled brightly at Agatha. “Agatha, so lovely to see you again. I was just getting to know your assistant. She’s a delight.”

Agatha glared at the woman, before giving you a quick once over. “Of course she is. What are you doing in my office, Maximoff? We aren’t rehearsing with you until next week.”

Wanda shrugged, not phased by the other woman’s attitude. “I thought I would stop by to catch up. It’s been a while since we’ve worked together.”

Your eyebrows furrowed at that. When did Agatha and Wanda work together? Agatha certainly had a lot of negative thoughts regarding the younger woman, so it would make sense that they had worked together at some point. You were just surprised Agatha never brought it up during one of her many long ‘Maximoff Rants.’

“I’m very busy,” Agatha replied, appearing to grow angrier with every word that came out of the red head’s mouth. “Right, dear?”

At first you wondered who she was talking to, until you noticed the pointed look she was giving you. You offered Wanda a polite smile before slowly heading over towards your boss. “Of course, Miss Harkness. You have to leave for your meeting with potential new investors and then we have to discuss new programs and publicity posters before rehearsal this evening.”

“I see,” Wanda was giving both of you a look that suggested she knew you were lying. “Well I should be on my way then. Lovely seeing you again Agatha, and it was a pleasure to meet you, Y/N,” she said sweetly as she gave your shoulder a gentle squeeze on her way out of the office.

Once she was gone, Agatha all but slammed the door shut and your eyes widened at how angry she appeared.

“What did she say to you?” Agatha asked curiously eyeing you.

You shrugged, because Wanda didn’t really say anything to you. At least not anything important. “Nothing really. She asked who I was, insisted she wanted to wait for you to come back, and then she offered to help me sort through the music.”

“I didn’t realize the work I gave you was so complex it required a second set of hands,” Agatha spat out as she slowly moved closer to you, and you wondered what you said to get that reaction.

“It wasn’t,” you argued, feeling your temper grow and getting more flustered as Agatha moved even closer to you. “She was just being nice.”

Agatha huffed and stalked back to her desk. “Fine. She was just being nice. Now no more talk of Maximoff. I’m starting to get a migraine.”

“I’ll go get you some tea,” You offered, as you had become more familiar with the conductor’s frequent stress migraines.

Agatha merely nodded and began sorting through her scores for rehearsal and you set off to brew some tea in the kitchen. You brushed off her strange behavior as the anger that came with seeing Wanda Maximoff.

The rest of the afternoon passed by smoothly. Agatha eventually told you to go home for a few hours despite your protests to stay. She was still a tad bit grumpy from her run in with Wanda, so she all but shoved you out the door and said if she saw you back here before 6:00 that she would make sure it would be your last time attending rehearsal.

Finding yourself back at the concert hall an hour before rehearsal started, you made your way to Agatha’s office and used the key she had given you to let yourself in. You had to grab the boxes filled with folders of music, as well as Agatha’s scores and her favorite baton. Your eyes scanned the dozens of identical batons that the older woman had before you found the one she requested you grab.

There weren’t many personal items in Agatha’s office. Granted she had only been here for around a month, but still. It was basically bare, save for a few photos of her pet bunny, Señor Scratchy. You had often wondered what the conductor did when she wasn’t here, but you had never felt comfortable enough to ask. Agatha was...private, and while you respected her privacy a part of you wondered what she was like when she wasn’t in scary conductor mode.

A quick glance at the clock alerted you to head to the hall before the players started to arrive. You quickly locked up the office before hurrying through the building, arms filled with boxes.

“I should’ve brought these in before I left,” You mumbled out loud as you balanced the boxes in one hand to unlock the stage door with your other hand.

“Well yes dear, but that would’ve required thought,” Agatha said with a smirk as she came up from behind you.

You cursed and jumped, glaring at the woman who scared you half to death. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

Agatha held the door open for you and shrugged in response as you passed her. “It’s not my fault you’re so easy to scare.”

“You’re evil,” You told her, but your tone was teasing. “And you’re early.”

“It’s my first rehearsal, I want to be prepared,” Agatha explained but you knew her well enough to know what that meant.

“It’s okay to be nervous, you know,” You said reassuringly as she grabbed one of the boxes from you to set on the stage.

Agatha scowled and gave you a dirty look. “I am not nervous. I’m Agatha Harkness. I don’t get nervous.”

“Right and you’re also nothing like Wanda Maximoff, right?” You fired back, enjoying the glower she gave you.

Agatha huffed. “I liked it better when you were afraid of me.”

You laughed as you began placing the folders on their respective stands. “I was never afraid of you. I was afraid of disappointing you.” And you were still afraid of disappointing her, but you would never vocalize that.

Agatha gave you a look you couldn’t decipher before she helped you with the folders. “Where’s your violin?”

“In your office,” You reminded her. “Remember, I told you I was leaving it there until after rehearsal?”

“Well how are you going to play in,” She checked her watch, “Fourty-five minutes without an instrument?”

You stared at her in shock. “But...but I thought I didn’t get the first violin spot?”

“You didn’t,” Agatha admitted. “But I haven’t hired anyone else and I still need to update our sub list. So there will be an empty chair for rehearsal.”

“Which means?” You pressed, needing to hear the words from her.

Agatha rolled her eyes. “Needy as ever for the praise I see. Grab your instrument and get your ass on stage in ten minutes before I change my mind.”

You practically skipped off stage, not believing what you were hearing. You were going to perform with the Manhattan Symphony! Sure it was just a rehearsal, and the first rehearsal at that, but you didn’t care. You were on cloud nine and nothing could bring you down.

By the time you returned with your instrument, some of the players had started to arrive. You recognized a few of the violinists from different gigs you had played over the past couple of years. Scanning the stage, you spotted Agatha in one of the first rows in the audience, drinking a bottle of water. She noticed you staring and motioned for you to come join her.

You set your case down next to her bag. “Thank you for letting me play in rehearsal today.”

“Why are you thanking me?” Agatha questioned, looking at you with curiosity. “I need a violinist for today’s rehearsal. You’re my assistant who will do whatever you can to please me. It’s common sense.”

You rolled your eyes at her but smiled nonetheless. “You really can’t let me be nice, can you?”

Agatha laughed and patted you on the arm. “You’re finally catching on, dear. Now get on stage and warm up. I can’t have my assistant embarrassing me in front of the entire ensemble.”

You did as you were told and sat in the last chair of the first violin section. The other members of the ensemble gradually made their way to their respective seats to begin warming up, and Agatha stayed at her spot still drinking her water. Your stand partner eventually made their way over to you and smiled.

“Hi, I’m Monica,” the woman said politely as she sat in the chair next to yours.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Y/N,” you replied with a small smile. “Have you been with the symphony for a while?”

“This is my fifth season,” Monica replied with a shrug. “Should be a little more interesting with Harkness in charge at least.”

You vaguely remembered the rumors that the last music director had been voted off by the board due to his age, but you couldn’t remember his name.

“Yeah, she’s really great,” You said happily. Monica gave you a curious glance. “I’m actually her assistant.”

Monica raised her eyebrows at that revelation. “Oh, wow. What’s that like?”

You shrugged, and noted that was the second time someone had that reaction. “Pretty standard I guess.”

“I was wondering who she hired for the section after cancelling the blind auditions,” Monica admitted. “She gave those violinists quite a scare.”

“Well I’m not hired for this,” You quickly backtracked. “She just hadn’t filled the seat and she needed a sub for today so-“

Monica laughed. “Hey, it’s okay. I get it. It’s nice to have you here. I’m sure you’ll do great.”

A few minutes later, the chatter and warming up abruptly stopped when Agatha took the podium. The ensemble stared at their new conductor, curious as to how she would start their first rehearsal. Instead, Agatha raised her baton and the ensemble lifted their instruments in preparation.

“Movement four of Dvorak,” Agatha said and allowed everyone a moment to flip to the respective movement.

She raised her baton again and you felt a rush of adrenaline as you waited in anticipation for her to begin. Over the past few weeks you had studied Agatha’s conducting technique. Watching her move her hands in formation was so beautiful, she was easily the most skilled conductor you had ever observed. Her eyes raked over the ensemble and landed on yours, and with a smirk she gave the upbeat to begin.

Dvorak’s New World Symphony was one of the first full symphonies you remembered playing back in your high school youth symphony. It was breathtaking, full of colorful phrases and swirling melodies in every movement that left both the player and listener eager for more. The fourth movement seemed to tie it all together.

Despite it being the first rehearsal, the ensemble played relatively well. Agatha was mindlessly conducting, her gaze fixated on different ensemble members, and you knew she probably had so many quick witted insults stewing in her brain. You meanwhile couldn’t keep your eyes from watching her conduct. Sure, watching old videos of her conducting different orchestras was great, your personal favorite was of her performance conducting Tchaikovsky’s 4th Symphony with The Chicago Symphony. You also loved sitting in her office and watching her get lost in her scores, seemingly oblivious to your gaze locked on her baton and the way her fingers seemed to have a mind of their own.

But this...this was pure beauty. It was like she was painting a canvas using her baton as a paint brush. Even with her gaze focused elsewhere, she knew the score backwards and forwards and you saw her give every cue without even taking a second to glance down at the music. It was magical; she was magical.

The movement progressed and you had reached one of you favorite spots. There was a phrase transition that featured a slow and melodic theme that was passed throughout the orchestra. It started in the winds and you smiled at the serene sounds of the oboe that featured accompaniment from the strings before the melody was eventually passed to the violin section. While most violinists enjoyed playing fast and thrilling passages that left their fingers aching and bow arm sore, you had always secretly preferred the sweeter themes, the soaring melodies that kept growing and filled your heart with so much warmth.

Closing your eyes to play a passage you had long ago memorized, Dvorak had always been a favorite, you took a second to enjoy the unique feeling that every musician shared. Making music was an intimate experience. The ability to bring together dozens of people from different walks of life. To put aside any problems from everyday life and just take those brief moments to focus on nothing but their craft. Your happiest memories were of the time you spent in orchestra rehearsals. All of the hard, and sometimes grueling, work that went into perfecting each measure and making sure each section played as one giant instrument. All of it was worth it once you made it to the performance, and you swore there was nothing that could bring you more bliss than a live performance.

The movement progressed and Agatha was fully in her element. The woman was the most confident conductor you had ever encountered. Sure, she was a bit...cocky...but she had every right to be. This was the only first rehearsal you had ever attended where the conductor had effortlessly led the ensemble through tempo changes and cues without any faults.

With a whirlwind of fast passages and high notes that had you breathless, you reached the grand finale. You would occasionally glance up to check you were following Agatha’s tempo, and it took everything in you to not keep your gaze entirely fixated on her.

Agatha left her baton raised for a moment before finally lowering it, and you could tell by the passive look on her face that she was not pleased. “Well that was disappointing. Have any of you played in an ensemble before today?”

Directing her gaze to the principal flutist, she waved her hand. “And don’t even get me started on the mess over here. Are you trying to make my ears bleed? I’ve heard first graders who have a better tone than you.”

The principal flutist frowned. “With all due respect Maestra, it’s our first rehearsal and we’re a little rusty.”

“Did I ask for excuses?” Agatha questioned, and you knew the rest of rehearsal would only be downhill from there. If there was one thing Agatha Harkness hated it was excuses. “What’s your name?”

“Dottie Jones.”

“Well, Dottie,” Agatha sneered. “Since you apparently know more than I do, why don’t you come up here and conduct?”

Well shit. You didn’t see that coming. You glanced over to Monica and found she had the same shocked expression on her face as you did.

“Maestra I don’t-“ Dottie tried to argue, and you couldn’t help but feel a small amount of pity for the woman because you knew Agatha always got what she wanted.

“Now!” Agatha yelled and threw her baton on the stand. “Let’s see what you can do.”

“Is she always like this?” Monica whispered to you and you shrugged.

That was a good question. In the few weeks you worked for Agatha, you had grown used to her intense presence and ever changing mood swings. You would never admit it to her face, but you actually found it kind of charming in a weird and twisted sort of way, because you knew Agatha only acted this way to assert her dominance. The music world had predominantly been led by men. The vast majority of the most famous and beloved composers were men. For the majority of your playing career the conductors you encountered were men. Hell, even the majority of symphony orchestras had male concert masters.

“She likes to keep things interesting,” You whispered back while keeping your gaze locked on the scene occurring on the podium.

Dottie had reluctantly made her way through the ensemble to stand on the podium where Agatha stood to the side with her arms folded across her chest.

“Any day now, Dottie,” Agatha mocked and you grimaced. Not even a half hour in and she had already lost her temper.

To Dottie’s credit she appeared relatively calm as she picked up the baton Agatha threw on the stand. The orchestra readied themselves to begin, but you kept your gaze locked on Agatha. What was she playing at?

Dottie gave the upbeat and the opening notes of Dvorak rang out. The flutist was a decent conductor, but you knew it was a losing battle. Her technique was nowhere as refined as Agatha’s and you could tell she was trying her best to keep the ensemble from falling apart. You made it through ten bars before Agatha made her way to the podium and raised one hand, and everyone immediately stopped.

“Well Dottie what do you think?”

“I think I should go back to my seat and leave the conducting to you,” Dottie offered weakly.

Agatha arched an eyebrow. “Ah. I see.” She waited for Dottie to sit back down before continuing. “Some of you may find my methods crazy. Some of you may say that I’m too mean, that I’m pushing you too hard. However, there is a reason for all of this.”

She pointed her baton at the principal oboe. “You? What’s your name?”

“Oh, um...” The man stammered and Agatha rolled her eyes.

“Name!”

“Jimmy Woo.”

“Jimmy Woo,” Agatha repeated with a frown on her face. “How long have you been with the symphony?”

“This is my third season, Maestra,” Jimmy said with a smile.

Agatha nodded. “I need to hear more of you. We need to work on your projection to come over the strings without making it too nasally. Not bad for the first rehearsal, Woo.”

“Thank you, Maestra.”

“Now Woo, how would you say the past three seasons have gone?” Agatha prompted.

“Maestra?” Jimmy asked, appearing confused by the question.

Agatha let out a huff. “How have you felt the orchestra has performed for the past three seasons, Woo?”

“You want my honest opinion, Maestra?”

You watched Agatha tense up and you internally sighed. Another thing Agatha hated was pointless questions.

“No, Woo, I want you to change into a tutu and do pliés,” Agatha dryly commented.

Jimmy let out a bit of nervous laughter which quickly ended when Agatha glared at him. “Right. Well, I guess I feel like we’re losing our touch.”

“That’s putting it lightly. Thank you, Woo,” Agatha said before turning her attention to the rest of the ensemble. “The Manhattan Symphony was once the world’s finest orchestra. But all of you have gotten too comfortable. You’ve stopped making music and now are simply playing notes on a page. You’ve gotten lazy.”

There we go. The third thing Agatha hated. Laziness. You swore the woman was constantly on the move. There was one Friday afternoon where you had suggested taking a half day to enjoy the sunshine, which led Agatha to go on a twenty minute long rant (you timed it) that you could enjoy the sunshine when you were dead in a grave. Needless to say, you never asked to leave work early again.

You watched the conductor place her baton on the stand and wave her arms around. “I want this orchestra to regain its rightful place on top of the musical community. But this is going to require work from every single individual in this room. So, this is your first and only warning. If you are not going to put your entire soul into this orchestra, consider this your last rehearsal. Everyone is replaceable and I promise you will not be missed.”

You raised your bow to signal you had a question. Agatha’s head whipped around to look at you, and you could practically see the gears turning in her head. “Something you wish to add?”

“And if we stay?” You asked, thinking back to the very same question you asked her the day of the audition.

That earned you a smile so small it was almost impossible to see, and it went away as quickly as it appeared. “If you choose to stay, I am going to work you hard. I don’t want to hear any whining or complaints, only promises to do better. Are we clear?”

Silence from the room was taken as a yes. Agatha raised her baton. “Good. Flip to measure 21. Woo I want to work on your entrance. First violins, I know you love being the center of attention but you need to follow the dynamics on the page, circle them if you must. Flutes please try to not to fuck up your eighth notes otherwise I will make sure the only orchestra you play for is in the middle of Antartica.”

The rest of rehearsal went better than it started. Agatha was her usual slightly snarky self, and the rest of the ensemble was learning not to question her. You went to pack up your instrument when Monica motioned for you to come join her.

“I’m not sure if you have any plans but a few of us are going to get drinks if you want to join,” Monica offered and you were touched by her kindness.

“That’s so sweet but I’m actually pretty tired,” You said apologetically. Which was partially true, but you also wanted to make sure Agatha went home and didn’t stay cooped up in her office all night.

“Well if you change your mind, shoot me a text,” Monica insisted as she handed you her phone to put in your contact information. She took the phone back and sent you a message. “There’s my number.”

You thanked her again before heading over to where Agatha was silently stewing. A quick glance at her confirmed that she was still in a bad mood and you chose to silently pack up your instrument while shooting her quick and cautious glances.

“I can feel you staring,” Agatha finally looked up at you. “I want to redo the string parts for Maximoff’s piece. We need to fix a few of the bowings. I want everything to be set for our first rehearsal with her.” She noticed your hesitation. “Unless you have other plans.”

“Oh no, my dream Friday night is being holed up in your office marking Rachmaninoff,” You joked and grinned when she rolled her eyes.

“Funny, dear. Very funny,” Agatha deadpanned, motioning for you to follow her. “But I don’t pay you to make jokes.”

An hour later you were done with the bowings while Agatha had spent the time reading a book. She had a pair of glasses on and her feet were up on her desk, it was the most relaxed you had ever seen her.

“You’re finished?” Agatha asked, not looking up from her book. “Good,” she said and slammed the book closed. “Now, we didn’t get a chance to do this earlier due to my Maximoff induced migraine, so grab that violin and come with me. I want to see how relaxed your bow hold is after rehearsing.”

“Actually, I was going to suggest that we call it a night?” You asked tentatively, gauging her reaction. “You’ve had a long day and-“

“And what? I’m so old I need to be in bed before ten?” Agatha inquired, slowly taking off her glasses.

“You’re not old,” You blurted out and Agatha smirked at you. Blushing, you looked at the floor. “But maybe it would do you good to get some rest?”

“Trying to give me orders again, darling?” Agatha teased and even though you weren’t looking at her, you knew she was still smirking. “I’m not so sure I like that.”

“You really shouldn’t say things like that,” You mumbled whilst Agatha laughed.

“Whatever you say, dear,” Agatha said. “If it will get you to shut up, I’ll call it a night and go home. But I expect you back here tomorrow morning so we can make up our session. We’re finally starting to crack the surface of your true potential and I won’t have you wasting it because you need to sleep.”

You had waited for Agatha to pack up her bag and followed her out of the building. This was the first time you had left at the same time as the older woman. She usually sent you on your way long before she was ready to head out for the evening. She had her town car waiting for her out front, and she frowned as she watched you prepare to walk home.

“You’re not planning on walking alone at this hour are you?” Agatha questioned and looked at you like you were an idiot.

You shrugged. “I only live a few blocks away.” Which was a bit of a lie, but she didn’t have to know that. “And if anyone gives me a hard time I can just whack them with this.” You motioned to your hard case violin.

“You’re an idiot if you think I’ll allow you to wander the streets like a lost little puppy,” Agatha reprimanded you. “Get in the car.”

“I’m not getting in your car,” You argued. “I’ll be fine.”

“Darling I’m not going to tell you again. Get in the car,” Agatha repeated and then smirked. “Unless you’d rather I drag you kicking and screaming.”

You glared at her. Damn her for making everything sound so...suggestive. “Fine.”

“Good girl,” Agatha said as you followed her in the car, and she patted the seat next to hers. “Now where do you live?”

You gave her driver the instructions to your apartment and then made yourself comfortable in the car. There was a few minutes of awkward silence which you spent staring out the window, and Agatha spent staring at you.

“Ya know, you usually call me out for staring at you,” You finally spoke up, the silence starting to eat away at you.

“I am not staring at you,” Agatha lightly argued before changing the subject. “I never asked how you thought I did tonight.”

“What?”

Agatha frowned at you. “How do you think I led the rehearsal?”

That was new. Over the past few weeks Agatha had never asked you for your opinion on anything regarding her conducting, because why would she? Agatha was the most confident person you had ever met, and a part of you was envious at how she presented herself to the world.

You took a moment to glance over at her and found yourself staring into bright blue eyes. “I...I thought you were brilliant. But, you were a little too nice. I don’t think I saw anyone cry.”

Agatha’s expression lightened and you felt your heartbeat grow rapid at the sight of her smile. “Still making jokes, darling? Perhaps I’m going too easy on you.”

The rest of the car ride fell back into a more comfortable silence, and before long Agatha’s driver pulled up to your modest but nice apartment building.

You grabbed your violin case and offered Agatha a small smile. “Thank you for giving me a ride home.”

“Thank Hank, he did the driving.”

“Right,” You frowned. “Well, goodnight.”

Agatha briefly touched your arm as you went to exit the car, and you felt goosebumps at the sensation. “Goodnight, dear. I’ll see you in the morning.”

[darling-i-read-it]

Pendent

Hannibal Lecter x reader

Word Count: 1.4k 

Warnings: prison 

Author’s Note: I hope you like this dear! It’s always nice to write for Hannibal, he’s such an elegant character and everything he says is so fun 

Requested: by @lzzygeekk, Hi!! I just see that you still take request , so can I have Hannibal x reader.  the reader visit Hannibal in prison when she remember in tender side or so specific memory. Maybe Hannibal made a quote from Chilton book know the she married the Chesapeake reaper. With the prompt that in found : " you give out pieces of yourself to people but never let them see the whole picture. I see it and I know who you are" ❤️❤️

Summary: the request 

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

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Your home seemed so big without Hannibal. You thought about it all the time, his absence. When you made dinner you would stand in front of the fridge for far too long, knowing that when you married Hannibal you thought you would never have to make a meal in your life. You wanted to bring food to him but Alana didn’t allow anyone to do that. You could see him but no gift giving.

Not even on his birthday. You had a stack of presents in a corner, waiting for the day he would come back home again. 

You leaned against the kitchen counter, eating a cup of pudding. You weren’t really focusing on eating. Your thoughts were wandering. You had on a record of one of Hannibals’ old classical vinyls. You started to sway as you sat, closing your eyes and imagining what he would be doing if he was there. 

He would likely chastise you for eating a pudding cup when you could have a full meal. Then again, he was feeding you people. 

At the memory of that your eyes snapped open and you took a deep breath, shaking your head. You put the pudding cup down beside you and slid off the counter. You had the dining room windows open, causing a chill to go down your spine at the cold.

The phone rang. 

You jumped but then briskly walked over to the phone and picked it up. You stood up straight, just as Hannibal would have. You didn’t really think about it as you did it. Perhaps you were just subconsciously trying to have him here in other ways. 

“Hello?” you said. Your voice cracked a bit. You realized then you hadn’t spoken in hours. 

“Hello, Y/N?” Alana said in her professional voice. The two of you had been friends before Hannibal went to prison but when you wouldn’t divorce him she started to drift away from you. 

“Yes. Is everything alright?” You looked down at your hand, messing with your wedding ring. 

“Yes everything is fine. Hannibal was asking to see you. He says that it’s your birthday today. Happy birthday.” You looked over at the calendar that was hanging up. It was your birthday. How could you have forgotten? You rubbed your eyes. 

“Yeah uh, I’ll be there soon.” You hung up the phone and walked to go and get your coat. 

====

You walked up to the behavioral hospital. Your shoes hit the stone as you walked up the stairs, holding your bag close to your side. You walked up to Alana’s office and she was sitting at her desk waiting. 

She stood up at the sight of you, a polite tight smile on her face. You gave her a soft nod. She gestured to the door, grabbing her keys off of the desk. 

“Shall we?” You nodded.

“We shall.” 

She led you down the familiar hallway. The hallway that had become your constant companion when you went to see your husband. 

She unlocked the door that led to his cell. She gestured for you to go in and you did. She closed the door behind you, not following. Hannibal stood up from his desk. You noted that Alana hadn’t taken away any of his things this week. 

He walked over to the glass. 

“Happy birthday my darling,” he said with a gentle smile on his face. You smiled back at him and eased in his presence. It was so nice to be with him. If only Alana let you in the cage. You pulled up a chair and he did as well so you were sitting as close to each other as you could get.

“I forgot it was today. I thought it was tomorrow,” you said honestly, laughing a bit. 

“You did have a tendency to forget the date.”

“Clearly I still do,” you joked. He pulled something from his small pocket and put it in the sliding glass container. He pushed it toward you. You opened it up a small box. Inside was a tiny necklace with a golden heart pendant. “How did you get a hold of this?” You meant for it to sound joking but it came out in awe.

“I have my ways.”

“I have your stack of presents still in the corner of the bedroom,” you said, taking the necklace out. “It’s beautiful Hannibal. Thank you so much.” 

“It reminded me of our honeymoon in Florence. I had Alana to get it for me. Do you remember the beautiful pendants they had on the street we stayed in?” You laughed a tad, reminiscing on the moment. 

“Of course! I wanted to stay at your family's estate but you insisted we didn’t.”

“I didn’t want to be reminded about such sad things on such a happy occasion with you.” You thought about that trip. It truly had been magical. Hannibal knew all of the places to go and see and he was beaming the whole trip. If you thought it wasn’t possible to love him any more, that trip proved you wrong. 

“Oh do you remember that street performer? The singer?” He nodded fondly. 

“He sang one of my favorite songs. What luck that was. We were filled with luck on that trip,” he said. 

“If you’re referencing the four leaf clover I found then you’re very right, we were filled with luck,” you said laughing. Hannibal watched as your face moved and smiled with adoration. He wished he could touch your cheek, kiss your chin, run his fingers through your hair. “It was only fitting to have such a wonderful honeymoon after a wonderful wedding.” 

He didn’t want to bring it up at first. He didn’t think it was necessary but he said it anyway. 

“I believe Frederick Chilton said something similar.” You scoffed.

“Chilton said ‘It was only fitting to have a crazy wife to accompany her undiagnosed husband’. In reference to eating the food by the way. I thought the food tasted amazing, perhaps I am crazy.” He smiled slightly.

“You liked the way I prepared it.”

“Everytime. You know I had a pudding cup for lunch today?”

“On your birthday? Goodness gracious,” he said, shaking his head disapprovingly. “I’ll break out just to make you a decent meal and then I’ll come right back.”

“I wouldn’t let you come back.” His face fell a tad. The fact that he was gone clearly had an effect on you. He wasn’t surprised about that but it pained him to see nevertheless. 

“You’re not crazy. There’s not one thing Chilton got right in that book.” You nodded.

“Because you give out pieces of yourself to people but never let them see the whole picture. Chilton is not an exception. He got the psychiatrist Hannibal Lecter and a little bit of the cannibal but not nearly enough.”

“Do you see me?” 

“Of course I see you. I know who you are.” He smiled and put his hand on the glass. You put your fingers up against his, just an inch of glass between the two of you. That inch proved to always be a nuisance. 

“Happy birthday my love,” he said again. 

“Thank you Hannibal.”

Alana watched and listened from the cameras. She felt a pang of guilt seeing your hands almost touch. She was tempted to open the door herself but knew better. He may not kill you but he would not hesitate to kill Alana. It was a promise he likely intended to keep.

[jostepherjoestar]

Maybe Jotaro, Risotto, Prosciutto, Bruno and Leone friendship HCs with a fem friend thats llike your generic dumbass but they are just like a soft dumbass, she is just too cute to get mad at no matter how stupid she is. So basically a smol sweet dumbass that just radiate baby energy. Like she just runs up to them saying she want to show them something cool and its just a pretty rock but she looks so happy xjsbkss 💖

Pure of heart, dumb of ass fem!friend with Jotaro, Risotto, Prosciutto, Bruno and Abbacchio HC’s

sfw // fem reader

lemme just say, reader is baby and that’s valid 🥰this is so adorably pure ugh ya done killed me anon 🥺💖✨(can very much relate tho, glad my friends put up with my dumb antics)

Jotaro:

“Why am I friends with you again? Yare yare...” A phrase you’ll hear every time you’re hanging out with this tall bastard. He’ll tease you for being a bit of a dumbass but is incredibly drawn to how kind, sweet and absolutely thoughtful you are.

You remind him of Josuke and Okuyasu which only makes him like you even more. And the added cuteness-factor made him admit to himself he does indeed love cute things, no matter how adamantly he denies it to you.

His favourite thing to do is bring you along to the beach for field research, knowing just how wide eyed and giddy you get when you’re allowed to collect shells and rocks or even poke a jellyfish. You seem very good at spotting irregularities in your surroundings, making quite the good assistant to Dr. Kujo.

You’re even allowed to help with lab research, studying petri dishes filled with algae as you excitedly point out a very important detail he hadn’t noticed yet, too tired from working such long hours. Sometimes you’re quite the genius without even trying.

More than anything he loves the amount of lightness you bring to his life, his studies and general headspace take a large toll on him. Any relief is a welcome one.

He’ll often find himself smiling at the thought of hanging out again, staring at the collection of trinkets he keeps in a cute little Hello Kitty box you once gave him, which rests on his nightstand as a reminder that it can’t hurt to adapt your lifestyle of mindless giddy; even just the tiniest bit.

Risotto:

Being close friends with Risotto seems a bit impossible without being in his squad, he’s very insistent at keeping outsiders of Passione more than an arm-length away. Good thing that the stoic man is your capo, phew!

He’s apprehensive at first, not really sure why the soft round pebble you brought him reminded you of the man as he studied the mineral, admiring its softness. “It’s like you! Soft and worn down, but very sturdy and unbreakable.” smiling sweetly at him, excitedly awaiting a response.

What was this new feeling of being appreciated and cared for? Risotto’s never really experienced a friendship so pure. He’ll quietly thank you for the pebble and keeps it on his desk, staring in awe as he’s reminded of your kind words every time he spots it.

He knows the others like to tease you for not always being aware of general human knowledge, shooting them an intense glare as a warning to keep any rude comments or jokes to themselves.

Your friendship consists of him mostly listening to you, quietly taking in all the stories you divulge- so full of excitement, telling him facts you picked up somewhere; the source of these often containing varying levels of credibility. He won’t correct you though. (unless it’s something that might actually endanger you)

He values your friendship so.much. He’s not used to being treated so kindly, receiving random gifts, being praised for a job well done, having someone who doesn’t judge him in the slightest. He’ll do whatever he needs to keep you safe, from others and yourself, along with trying to return your kindness and care. (he tries his best and it’s so cute)

(you guys hold hands for safety when you’re out in the city... just saying, it’s adorable)

Prosciutto:

Prosciutto has a chronic case of “caring older brother disease”. Will need to hold himself back from tying your shoelaces for you, the man knows you can do it it yourself but it’s just taking sooo long.

Just like Risotto, you’d have to be a team member to get close to him in any way. Good thing he recruited you ;)

It’s a bit hard to make him open up about anything personal. You feel like he knows everything about you, while you barely know a thing. When he sees your pouty lip and begging gaze that is way too cute to deny, he’ll cave. Perhaps finally realising it’s alright to lean on others.

He’ll still struggle with continuing the openness, but find relief in your loyalty and understanding. The way you intently listen to his troubles, there to hold his hand if he ever needs it, it makes his heart hurt to know how sweet and gentle you are.

Will keep you and Pesci separate during missions, he’s already getting a migraine from imaging everything that could go wrong without his guidance.

For someone who’s a little more on the dense side, you make up for it in emotional intelligence. Whenever you see how stressed he tends to get, eye twitching without even realising while his shoulders hunch together in discomfort, you come over to hug him. It’s something he had to get used to, the small gesture always calming him down enough to keep going.

Does not appreciate you slipping cute trinkets in his suit pocket. Especially not after finding a snail that one time. You’ve been forbidden from leaving pocket gifts since the incident.

Bruno:

It concerns Bruno just how clueless you can be from time to time. That one time they almost left you behind on a busy station with no cellphone because you found a coin on the ground made him realise you need some extra supervision.

He’s not the type to hold you back from doing things that are guaranteed to result in disaster (unless it’s literally deadly), he wants you to experience the consequences of your own actions.

You do make him hold back his laughter when you try out a stupid idea you know has failed in the past, but change your methods slightly to hope for better results. And you know what? Now he’s curious too.

The man has a weird sense of humour that sometimes even surprises you. He’ll copy your habit of picking up strange trinkets or rocks and asks you to compare findings with him. Like trading marbles, he’ll barter with a smirk.

“Mhh, if you give me that cute shell and that pointy rock... I’ll give you this keychain.” His alluring offer making you question if you’re getting swindled or not. “Hey! That shell is at least worth two stickers!” He’ll heartily laugh at your reply, a mischievous smile while thinking over the trade. “Ok, two stickers and a pebble then.”

With a firm handshake the deal goes through. The rest of the gang never knows how to respond, staring in amazement as their grown-ass capo barters with their grown-ass teammate. He loves being silly with you and forgetting all the pressures of life for just a moment.

Bruno takes his time opening up to you, but finds your presence so comforting it becomes very easy to trust you. As a vital part of his team he finds it important to be able to lean on each other for support and is glad you offer him just as much trust and loyalty.

Abbacchio:

Will never admit he can’t live without you anymore. You’ve become the shining beacon of assumed happiness the man never thought existed. He knows you won’t always be go-lucky and have your own troubles and struggles but admires how you handle them.

Don’t get me wrong, he’ll still gladly tease you for your occasional (well, more like frequent) stupidity. He’ll let you know with a big huff you should smarten up; “Read a book that doesn’t have pictures in it for once.”

He’ll be the first to correct any wrong info you’ve been given, unless he thinks it’s funny. Like when Mista made you believe you needed to order dessert at Libeccio or they’ll kick you out for breaking their beloved rule. It’s only when he saw the panic in your eyes when you finished your main course one day -too full for any sweets to come- that he assured you it was a dumb joke. (he’ll put all the blame on Mista)

Abbacchio seems to tether to people who have a positive influence on him without even realising, it won’t be obvious to him, but just like with his loyalty and admiration for Bruno, he’ll make sure you know it once he finds out.

Not that it’s a bad thing, his need to cling to anything that might help him stay afloat just needs to stay healthy. You didn’t even realise your effect on him, you were too busy trying to figure out a way to turn that scowl into that smirk.

After gifting him a handmade friendship bracelet that had the shortened versions of your names spelled on it, he hugged you. So tightly it was suffocating, you were shocked since he’s never been the touchy type. “Leone! I can’t breathe...” He’ll let go after the complaint but that look on his face will never leave your memory. The face of being loved unconditionally by choice, no matter how unworthy he might think himself of it.

[iamwhoami]

You Found Me (Chicago PD)

Chicago PD

Hailey Upton knows that her job is dangerous but never did she think that it could become dangerous for her girlfriend Y/N. Or at least she never hoped it would.

Warnings: Blood...kidnapping, all that jazz

Requested = Yes

The request asked for this to be long but I'm not exactly sure what constitutes as long so I'm just going to drag this on until I can't.

Obviously, you knew what Hailey's job was. You knew it was dangerous but the risk of Hailey's wellbeing and constantly having to worry about her when she went to work was easily outweighed by the pros of dating her.

It was Hailey Upton after all.

"Be safe okay," You whispered before pecking Hailey on her cheek on her way out.

"You too," Hailey replied and you chuckled.

"Please, I'm a doctor, what's the worst that could happen," You smiled.

Hailey raised an eyebrow, "Don't jinx yourself."

You only shook your head in response, giving Hailey another kiss on the lips on her way out the door.

"I love you," You called and grinned as you leaned your head against the frame of the door, watching Hailey walk down the hall.

~~~

"Y/N, there's a patient in four waiting," Maggie told you the moment you walked into the ED.

"I'll be there in a moment," You replied as you fumbled through your bag, "I think I left my hospital ID in my car."

Maggie only shot you a look, "Be quick about it."

You had all intentions of being quick. It was a trip to the car, a grab from the glove department, a trip back to the ED.

That was it.

Or at least, that was all that it was supposed to be.

You felt something was wrong the moment you stepped foot out of the ED but you told yourself that you were just being paranoid. Hailey tried to keep her work as separate as possible from you but that didn't mean that you were completely oblivious to some of her cases.

You told yourself that the gruesome details of Hailey's cases were just playing with your mind and kept walking.

You should have trusted your instincts though. You should have listened to the tiny voice in your head (the one that sounded a lot like Hailey) and just turned around and head back to the

But you didn't, and you were going to regret it.

The last thing you remembered was reaching in through the passenger door to open the glove box when you felt a heavy blow to the back of your head.

Then nothing.

~~~

Maggie furrowed her eyebrows when the patient that you were supposed to be seeing complained about how long she had been waiting for a doctor.

"Hey...Nat," Maggie handed the tablet over, "Y/N was supposed to cover this one once she got her ID but the patient's still waiting. You haven't seen her have you?"

Natalie shook her head, "No, I haven't. Sorry..."

Maggie only nodded while Dr. Manning went into the room. Something wasn't right. You weren't one to just completely forget about a patient. If anything, you were the opposite.

Slightly worried, Maggie decided to check where you usually parked the car. Leaving Doris in charge of the ED for the few minutes that she would be gone, Maggie hurried out to the parking lot.

She was confused when she saw that your parking space was empty. You always parked there. Everyone at the hospital knew that it was your spot.

Completely bewildered, Maggie walked closer to the parking spot, her eyes going wide when she saw something on the pavement.

Blood.

~~~

You groaned as you slowly came back to consciousness. Your head hurt like hell but when you tried to reach up to touch it, you realized that your wrists were actually bound together.

As your vision cleared, you noticed just how dark your surroundings were and immediately jumped to the conclusion that you were in a warehouse.

Sure, you totally could have been somewhere else but it seemed like all of the victims who were held captive in Hailey's cases were kept in a warehouse sort of building.

You took a deep breath, trying to remain calm despite the dire circumstances. Someone would have noticed that you didn't return to the hospital and the police would find you soon.

And if it was Hailey and Intelligence looking for you, then you would be back in Hailey's arms in no time.

That's what you kept telling yourself.

As your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you could begin to make out details of your captivity.

Your hands were bound behind your back but your ankles weren't tied whatsoever. You knew better than to struggle against your restraints but you couldn't help but try anyways, sighing when you only ended up tightening them.

Surprisingly, you were alone and so you took the chance to stumble onto your feet as best as you could without the use of your arms and scout out the area.

Maybe your kidnappers were stupid enough to leave you an exit.

Your heart racing, you let out a shaky breath, reminding yourself that panic wasn't going to help and began walking around the perimeter of the space.

~~~

"Don't even think about taking me off the case," Hailey deadpanned the moment the door to Voight's office closed.

"You really think it's a good idea for you to be working right now?" Voight raised an eyebrow, "Y/N is your girlfriend!"

Hailey pursed her lips, "I'm aware of that."

"Hailey..." Voight's voice was strangely gentle.

"No," Hailey shook her head stubbornly, "I'm not going to just sit around and wait for someone to bring Y/N back to me and every moment you waste trying to talk me out of this is time wasted on Y/N."

Voight and Hailey both knew that if Voight did bench her, she was still going to search for you, even if it meant going against her sergeant's orders.

"Fine," Voight gruffly agreed, "Go help Halstead go through your past cases. Anyone who might use Y/N as revenge on you."

Hailey gave a short nod and without another word, left the office.

Truthfully, she hadn't processed anything whatsoever, but you were out there somewhere, definitely hurt and that's all that she needed to know.

Of course, she was worried. Worried was an understatement, and once in a while, she'd catch herself thinking about the worst outcomes but stop before it got too far.

She had to stay focused on the task at hand which was to bring you home to her.

This was not the moment to break down.

~~~

You walked loop after loop around the space until your head couldn't take it anymore and you crumbled to the ground.

While walking, you had noticed a steel door but there was no way you were getting through it. Especially not with your hands tied.

Lying on the cold concrete floor, you couldn't help but start to think of worst-case scenarios. What if they never found you? What if you died before they got here? What if you never saw Hailey again?

Your thoughts were interrupted though by the sound of footsteps echoing towards the door.

You felt your heart drop and your entire body tense. Was this your kidnapper?

The door suddenly swung open and revealed two men, one significantly taller than the other.

"Well...looks like our doctor here has a little boo-boo," The shorter one snickered at your limp body sprawled on the ground.

You bit your lip to stop yourself from saying something you would regret later.

"I can see why the detective fell in love with her," The taller one joined in, a smirk on his face, "She's quite the catch."

The two men had both crouched down in front of you now and you couldn't help but spit out a remark.

"Fuck off."

"Oh, would you look at that," The tall man smiled sickly, "She's feisty too...just like our detective friend..."

A sudden rush of panic flowed through you as you came up with the theory that they had Hailey too.

"Oh don't worry about her," The shorter man caressed your cheek, making you flinch slightly, "It's much more fun watching her spiral from afar...speaking of fun...I think it's about time we made a call."

Before you could say anything else, the two men got up and left the room and you let out a breath. Besides your head wound, you were uninjured so far and if they were calling Hailey, then it would just give them more clues to who the men were and where you were.

Despite the fear coursing through your veins, you still tried to stay positive and so you just kept telling yourself that you would be out of here in no time.

~~~

Hailey's heart nearly leaped out of her chest when she answered her phone.

"Hello detective," A cold voice reached her ear.

Immediately, Hailey flagged the attention of the rest of Intelligence and put the call on speaker.

"You might have already found out that your girlfriend is gone..." The voice droned, "Such a shame, hopefully, she didn't leave you for another woman..."

"You better not hurt her," Hailey clenched her jaw, her stomach churning as she listened to the man's voice come through the phone.

The man laughed, "Who said I took her?"

"We're going to find her," Hailey said, "And we're going to find you."

"Don't be so confident about that," The man was clearly enjoying playing Hailey like this, "Let me loop you in detective, it isn't so fun to have someone take your loved one away from you is it?"

Hailey opened her mouth to respond but the call had already disconnected.

"I think I got something," Jay called out and held up a case folder, "We put a Jameson Greene away a few weeks ago. He's doing hard time and he has two brothers who he lived with...that could be what the caller was referring to when he talked about losing someone you love."

"Hey, look at this," Kim pointed to her screen, "I pulled up street cams and managed to catch Y/N's car...we lose it after a few streets but it is going into the area that Greene lived in with his brothers. Plus, there's plenty of old warehouses around that place."

Everyone turned to look at Voight who gave a nod.

"Suit up," He said and turned around, "I want Patrol on this as well. I want everyone looking for Y/N."

~~~

"Your detective sounded pretty sure that she was going to find you," The man stroked your hair and you wanted to puke with each touch.

"That's because she will," You managed to croak out. While you only had a head injury, it was still a head injury that also hadn't stopped bleeding and on top of that, you desperately needed water.

You needed Hailey.

"You sure about that sweetheart?" The sarcasm dripped in his voice and you fought the urge to spit in his face.

"Well, I know she isn't going to stop until she does so yes," You said through gritted teeth, "She will find me."

A smirk formed on the man's face, "We'll just have to wait and see won't we, princess?"

~~~

Everyone on the team could see that Hailey was beginning to spiral. After countless door-to-door and dead-end leads, they still hadn't found you and that was taking a toll on Hailey.

"Hey," Jay stopped her before they hit the next house, "You okay?"

"I'll feel better once we find Y/N," Hailey said through gritted teeth and pushed past Jay, continuing to walk.

Jay stepped in front of Hailey, "Look, maybe you should go home...take a breather."

"Absolutely not!" Hailey narrowed her eyes, "I'm not going home until I can bring her home with me."

Jay opened his mouth to press back but was interrupted by Atwater's voice calling out.

"We got something!"

~~~

It was beginning to become harder and harder to keep your eyes open and while you were a doctor, it didn't take a doctor to understand that this wasn't a good sign.

"If your detective girlfriend doesn't come soon I'm going to have to call her again," The man snickered, "Maybe I'll have to be more specific...I'll tell her to bring wine too."

You didn't have enough strength to find a comeback as you laid on the ground, your wrists still bound together.

"Princess..." The man's voice broke through your pain, "You better keep your eyes open princess."

"Don't call me that," You breathed out, wincing at how your head throbbed with each word.

The man hummed, "What should I call you then? Would you prefer darling?"

"Chicago PD!"

In an instant, the door flung open and you were suddenly yanked up onto your feet. Despite your semi-conscious state and fuzzy vision, you could still make out the members of Intelligence rushing towards you.

It all happened so fast. One moment you were struggling to say upright long enough for someone to get you away from your captor and the next you could see the wall speeding towards you.

You felt the side of your head smash into a hard surface but before you could register any pain, everything fell black.

~~~

When you opened your eyes again, the first thing that you felt was the pounding coming from your head. As your vision cleared though, you realized that you were in a hospital room.

You had been in hospital rooms plenty of times but it didn't take very long for you to notice that you were in this room as a doctor.

"Hey...you're awake."

You didn't need to see who the voice came from to know that it was Hailey. Slowly, you turned your head and were immediately met with those blue eyes.

"You look like hell," You hoarsely croaked out.

"Right back at you," Hailey tried to keep her tone teasing but you could tell that she was holding back a lot.

You spread your arms, "Come here."

Hailey took your offer immediately, melting into your embrace.

"I'm okay," You whispered, "See, I'm okay."

"I know..." Hailey mumbled into your neck, "I know you are. I know the doctors said you were going to be fine I just-"

A sob interrupted Hailey and she buried her face deeper into your neck while you rubbed her back soothingly.

"I told those men that you would find me," You smiled, "See...I'm right as always."

Hailey let out a watery laugh and sat back up so that she could see your face.

"I'm okay Hailey," You lowered your voice, "You found me...everything is going to be okay."

"You were the one kidnapped," Hailey shook her head, "I should be comforting you."

You reached out to take Hailey's hand, "Well, there's plenty time for that too..."

"I was so worried," Hailey rubbed her eyes, "I couldn't help but wonder what would happen if we didn't find you."

"Hey...hey, look at me," You squeezed Hailey's hand, "That didn't happen. You did find me and I'm okay and we're going to be okay. It's going to be okay."

Hailey nodded, "I know...it's just..."

"It's just what?" You asked softly.

"I...I couldn't remember if I had told you that I loved you back this morning when I left," Hailey bit her lip, "What if we didn't find you? What was the last thing I told you?"

You breathed out, "Hailey...you don't have to worry about that. You found me. I know you love me. We're okay..."

"I-"

"Hailey," You cupped your hands on either side of her face, "Everything's okay."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

[murswrites]

Fluff Alphabet ⎯ Harry Bingham

Character/Celeb: Harry Bingham Fandom: The Society MASTERLIST Request from anon: Hello! Can I please request fluff alphabet with Harry Bingham please? Thank you 😌

A/N Yes, he’s a dick in the show but he’s hot shut up. Also this headcanon is sorta in-between the whole thing where it’s just the teenagers and then the real world.

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

Everyone thinks Harry finds the “standard of beauty” to be the deciding factor (plus status) in who he likes, but deep down he enjoys someone who makes him feel safe.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

He’s never really thought about it and I’m sure even then, he’s not interested in having kids. I’m sure he’s worried about screwing up like his parents did.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

Just laying/sitting beside each other is usually how it goes. But Harry enjoys holding you whenever you spend the night.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

Harry’s a certified show-off, so before the field trip he’s definitely taking you out to expensive restaurants and on joy rides in one of his cars. But after everyone is stuck in New West Ham, your dates are far simpler. Usually just sitting under a tree during free time eating together or watching a movie on his projector at home.

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))

“You are my... favorite person.”

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

He doesn’t like feeling he owes someone something so he honestly doesn’t really realize the feeling of being “indebted” to you was... in fact loving you.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

Despite popular belief, Harry is very gentle. He may be a dick to the whole world but with you, he’s kind and genuine. May it be with his words or how he hugs you.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

I feel like the gif above sort of explains it, he’s rather feel your wrist that your hand because (and don’t tell anyone) Harry has clammy hands all the time. It grosses him out and he’s afraid it does the same to you.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

He kind of thinks everyone who isn’t rich isn’t worth his time so honestly? Uh, Harry thought you were boring and not worth his time. Sorry, it’s not cute, I know.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Yes, Harry is that kid that would hog all of his toys on a play date because they’re his. It’s a little toxic how he reacts to certain situations but I’m sure he’d try to work on it if you asked.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

You initiated the first kiss. Harry a bad kisser when you first meet him, he’s only ever kissed like he’s seen in the movies and everyone who had been with him up until that point never said a word. So when you tell him “hey this kinda sucks”, he’s very confused. But you teach him how to kiss you in a way that works and he’s a quick learner.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

You do, I feel like Harry is scared to trust someone completely so he probably holds back on saying that he loves you. But once you say it, he seems to be more comfortable doing so.

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

Junior prom, definitely. It may have been chaotic and technically boring but you made it fun for Harry. You two danced the night away. Maybe Harry loves the memory more now since senior prom was a bust... he doesn’t really know.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Before the field trip, he would have bought you extravagant gifts and beautiful things. But after? Harry would probably feel ashamed that he couldn’t give you all and more since he’s been taught that material things = how much you love a person. It would be hard for him to unlearn this.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

I think it would be a warm light pink, it’s soft and soothing. It makes him feel safe.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

He’s honestly basic, so things like “babe”, “baby” or an ugly nickname he chose to make you “angry” with. (ex: gremlin)

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

Gardening, when he was younger his mother and him would plant flowers together. Harry hasn’t done it in years but he has fond memories of it.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Watch movies, order takeout. After the field trip it’s pretty much the same minus takeout.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

One word (kind of). A game of fugitive. He is weirdly obsessed with this game, but it brings together his favorite things. Fast cars and telling people what to do. (aka having control)

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

Around others, he’s a bit of a meathead with no emotions. But with you he tends to actually open up a bit.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

Long and fast car rides with the hood down. It’s weird how adrenaline helps Harry calm down.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

Literally everything, Harry will always be a rich kid at heart so it’s honestly in his nature to show off when he can. But despite how he acts, he’s not too proud of himself since his parents never really said they were.

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

Harry wouldn’t make it over the top (surprisingly), it would probably be during a picnic or a movie and he’d pull out the box like “here” and then ask.

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

Indigo Night - Tamino

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Sometimes, but he knows his parents are on the rocks so it makes him nervous.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

I have a sneaking suspicion he’s allergic to like every animal on the planet. But I think he’d get a short hair cat. Probably the standard brown tabby.

[hacked-by-jake]

New Life

Summary: Finally you will move to Duskwood and start a new life. A moving with the help of the chaotic Duskwood Squad and a shamed hacker with the wrong moving box, can it be more beautiful?

Pairing: Group & Fem!MC x Jake

Words: 4,4 k

A/n: Welcome to this OneShot. After a long time something of my own. I dreamed about it and so the idea came. So I hope you’ll like it and have fun. Excuse the mistakes etc etc etc.

Take care and stay healthy! Much love.❤️

4 a.m.

"Shit" you hiss annoyed and look at the stain of coffee on the floor, which was sweped in your haste over the edge of the cup, "My poor coffee".

Because of sorrow you forgot again why you even walked to the door.

You want to make your way to get a cloth when it rings again, "Oh right" you shake your head over your forgetfulness. It’s just too early for you.

Quickly you open the door to your apartment and look in two radiant faces belonging to Dan and Richy, your heroes of the day.

"Good morning" both say at the same time and you would just like to crawl back into bed.

"Good morning guys, come in. Careful not to step on the coffee, he did not deserve it"

Hectically you put your cup next to the door on the small dresser to go to the kitchen and get something to wipe away.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Dan asks you as you come back with quick steps.

"You look tired, haven’t you slept?" Richy asks, grinning, you shake your head.

"Only about half an hour and that was an accident. I didn’t want to sleep," you explain.

"Why?" Richy looks around the almost empty apartment. All that’s left are only the biggest furniture you’ll be taking with you and a lot of moving boxes.

"I had to pack so much stuff and besides I was really excited. Do any of you want coffee? I made more, and I left two more cups outside." You’re offering.

The eyes of both men grow big,"I certainly don’t say no to coffee," Richy jokes and follows you into the kitchen.

"Just take what you need. I still have to pack the rest of my clothes and the stuff from the bathroom" You already ran off only to then make a 180 degree turn, "My cup" you mumble and grab it.

"MC, let’s take it easy, we have all the time in the world," Dan rebukes you and you sighing.

"I’m sorry, I’m probably more excited than I thought," you apologize and drop into the chair at your kitchen table.

"This is normal. You don’t move to a completely strange and creepy city every day," Richy throws in and immediately gets a nasty look from Dan.

"Are you serious?" he asks, "You’re not making it better!"

Richy looks embarrassed in your a little desperate face, "But for that, this will be the coolest time of your life!" he tries to save the situation, "Hey, think about it, the Duskwood Squad is finally completely united in a few hours!"

The prospect of the time you are about to be with your friends, and that always without having to go home, also makes you smile like the two men

"But it’s about time, Shorty, we miss you at our place.

A visit every few months is simply not enough, or just for one night over the weekend. You should have seen the girls the last days, there was no rest"

Dan finds just the right words to calm you down. You’ve waited so long to move to Duskwood, and now it’s finally time. A new phase in your life with a group of good friends that you met during a worst-case similar situation.

Since then, there hasn’t been a day when you haven’t written or spoken on the phone. You’ve played so much Doodle Splash to pass the time for your next visit that you feel like you’ve painted more than Picasso ever did

"You are right! " you agree resolutely, "time for the best time of my life! "

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"I actually thought you had a few less things," Richy stands breathless in your apartment door. Of course, the big things, like your couch, your bed and your desk, were brought into the truck first which Richy borrowed from a friend company for removals.

And now for about 20 minutes you’ve been carrying one box after the other downwards to store it. In between, even one of your neighbors came to help, who actually wanted to go to work but still had a few minutes.

"That’s because the boxes are too small," you joke, and Richy looks at you with a look that clearly says 'You don’t believe that yourself'.

Defending you raise your hands and push with your foot another box over to him, which he can bring down.

About 10 minutes later, in which you had to take out all the boxes again, and put them back in, you put down the last box in your hallway. Behind you, Dan and Richy come up the stairs as you pull the little key to your former apartment out of your pocket and sigh.

"Finish!" Richy cheers and puts an arm around your shoulders, "Are you ready?" Dan asks you and you nod. A little sad, you put the key in the keyhole one last time and lock up.

Dan takes the last box from you and you go down the stairs together. You throw the key into the mailbox as agreed with your landlord and turn around one last time.

Determined not to be sad or rather melancholic, you climb forward into the truck behind Richy while Dan closes the big cargo hatch.

He himself gets into the driver’s seat.

"Let’s go into your new life" he announces solemnly as he starts the engine.

"Into a new life"

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"I wanna be the very best!

Like no one ever was!

To catch them is my real test

To train them is my cause" you all shout the theme music of Pokémon.

Richy has turned on his playlist where all the songs you can only imagine are. You’ve been driving for about an hour and a half.

"POKÉMON!" Richy screams and throws his hand into the air.

"Don’t shout!" Dan grumbles and gives him a annoyed look, "You just screamed too!" the mechanic defends himself and twists his eyes. "I need another coffee, I’m driving to the next rest stop, otherwise I won’t make it for the next two hours," says Dan and you agree.

At the gas station you get yourself a new coffee and a snack. Actually 3 hours are not so much driving, but with the grumpy Dan and the lively Richy, who are two clowns at the same time, it can be exhausting.

After you get back to the truck, and this time Richy drives on, you actually managed to fall asleep after half an hour.

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"Wake up, Shorty" you hear the voice of the bearded man far away, "We are almost there," he explains and you open your eyes. You need a short moment to realize where you are and what’s going on, but then you straighten up. Your head was lying on Dan’s shoulder.

"Sorry" you mumble and stretch as much as possible with so little space." It’s fine. I almost slept myself" he waves off and you just nod. No wonder, the two boys also left at 1 a.m., to be with you in time.

In fact, you can already see that you will reach the entrance of Duskwood in about 5 minutes. You’ve been driving this way so many times, you know the way around, like in your own hometown.

"I’m so glad I don’t have to drive any further," Richy whines and drums with his fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of the song that sounds quietly from the radio.

"When the truck is empty, you have to bring it back" Dan reminds him. Without going into the mocking comment, the mechanic turns the radio a little louder.

When the sign 'Welcome to Duskwood' appears in your sight, you start to grin broadly. Nervously you slide back and forth on the seat and bite your lower lip.

Richy crosses the border into the small town with secrets you still have learned to love.

"Welcome to Duskwood" Richy congratulates you and you happily clap your hands.

Welcome new life.

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When you turn into the street where your apartment is, very close to Jessy’s, you almost jump up from your seat. Just the seatbelt holds you back when you see the rest of the group standing outside the door: Jessy, Cleo, Thomas, Lilly and Hannah.

All 5 wave wildly and Richy pushes twice on the horn to greet. As far as the side of the road goes, Richy stops the truck and you quickly unbuckle yourself. You rip the door, and without using the stairs, you jump out of the car, "Leave the door where it belongs!" you hear Richy shout, but you’ve been on your way down for a long time.

"Hello" calls all of you in a choir as a tight and not quite gentle hug with the 4 girls takes place. All at the same time you fall into each other’s arms. Compliments are exchanged and joy about the move announced.

"You pretend you haven’t seen each other for four years!" you hear Richy laugh and roll his eyes. "That’s how it feels," Hannah chuckles next to you.

"Hello MC" Thomas shouts amused and you stretch an arm in the air and waves in an indefinite direction, "Hello Thomas, I don’t know where you stand but HI!"

After you finally broke up from each other, Hannah holds out your new front door key that she kept for you. She was the one who looked for apartments for you on the spot when you couldn’t be here. She took over the visits and took pictures. If it was possible, she took you with her through a video call.

"Congratulations MC, welcome to the family" she smiles.

"Thank you folks, it’s so nice to finally be here!"

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After you have arrived correctly and you have looked at your apartment once again in empty state, you have started to bring everything into the apartment. Now, of course, things are moving much faster with more people.

You’ve built up in the stairwell to the second floor: Dan, Richy, Thomas, Cleo, Lilly, Jessy, Hannah and you.

In a row your carton reaches from person to person and quickly most of it is done. From your apartment comes music that you run via a Bluetooth speaker. Fortunately, you have labeled everything so that after all the boxes are in your apartment, you only have to push them into the right rooms. And then the big things come.

The three of them, Thomas Richy and Dan carry the sofa upstairs.

You just stand by with a slightly nervous face and hope no one gets hurt.

"You have to be careful! The sofa is tipping!" Dan shouts loudly as Richy tries another handle.

"I know! But I don’t want this thing to fall on my foot," Richy hisses. Thomas, who supports the side, only twists his eyes.

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All the important parts are now in your apartment. Now, the truck is empty and ready to be brought back.

"Okay, I’ll bring the truck away, and you start here. I’ll come back when you’re done and I can get the beer I earned," Richy jokes as he takes the key off the kitchen table.

"You get nothing" you call laughing after him, "Oh wait until the man Without Face learns of your sin. To deny a working man his beer is bad!"

Laughing, you shake your head, "I’m waiting for the next new moon."

"How can you always joke about it?" Jessy asks without understanding.

"Well, that’s just relief," you explain and smile at her calmly.

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4 hours, a lot of laughter, bad jokes, quarrels and almost broken furniture later, the most important is on the right place. The bed is built up and ready for the first night in the new apartment, in your new life.

"How’s your thumb, Richy?" Ask the sulking mechanic carefully.

"All right, I can take a lot, I’ll survive," he calms you down and presses the cooling pad more firmly on his finger.

A lot went wrong trying to build your wardrobe. Someone had forgotten a screw when the ceiling was mounted.

The moment Richy tried to hit a nail with a hammer in the lower area, the ceiling came loose and fell down.

Both side walls of the cabinet fell into each other, and Richy accidentally punched hit his thumb. For a few seconds you were all just staring at each other and then laughing. Fortunately, Richy’s injury wasn’t that bad, but you gave him something to cool down with.

And now almost everything is ready. There are only a few boxes missing, but you will take over yourself." Thanks for your great help, guys! Many thanks to Richy and Dan who picked me up and drove so long. And of course, thank you all so much for helping me here!"

You’re all sitting around the table in your living room. You’re sitting next to Jessy on the floor while everyone else is comfortable on the sofa and armchair.

"And again, for the thousandth time today; Welcome to Duskwood MC" Hannah cheers and keeps her beer up. All together you toast.

"I’m so tired," Dan mutters, sipping his drink." Oh yes, so am I," joins Richy and you nod.

"But it was worth it" Lilly smiles and looks around, "And as soon as it’s done, it can only be great!"

"Perfect!" Hannah improves her sister.

"Indescribable" agrees Jessy.

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"See you guys tomorrow!" you call after the group and close the door.

Just a short and quiet moment you close your eyes exhausted. Preferably you just want to go to bed, but first you still want to unpack a little more.

The sound that tells you that you have received a message pulls you out of your mind.

You pull out your phone and smile when you see that it is Jake who wrote to you.

Jake: Hello, MC.

Jake: How did the move go?

MC: Hi, Jake. Pretty good, I’d say, exhausting and stressful, but good.

Jake: Have you finished?

MC: No, not quite, I do the rest myself, the others have done enough.

Jake: Do you like the apartment?

You grin, he has improved his skills for small talk since you met and Hannah return.

MC: Yes, it’s really nice, do you want to come? You can look around.

Hopeful you stare at the screen. It would be really nice to see Jake today.

What this is between you, you don’t know for sure, sometimes it goes ahead and sometimes back. You’ve seen each other a few times since Hannah was rescued. Mostly here in Duskwood.

After a difficult time between the three siblings and still the problem with Jake’s pursuers, everything has improved.

However he did it, he managed to turn all the tracks that linked him to the suspicion so that they no longer point to him. He is still very careful and occasionally travels from town to town for a few weeks but most of the time he is in Duskwood. This is where you first met.

After the first conversation between Hannah, Lilly and Jake and a lot of explanations, the hacker decided to take an apartment here to catch up the time with his sisters. Since then, he has also become a little more open and better in interpersonal relationships.

At some point he was in the vicinity of your old place of residence and then it happened that you have a day to drink coffee. And the next day in your apartment. The beginnings were sometimes a little difficult because of him because he really didn’t talk much, but after some time it became really nice. There was even a kiss. Your first kiss together.

It was on your balcony and it was at night, under the stars. But since then, not much exciting has happened, unfortunately.

Jake: I think I’d just bother you unpacking.

MC: Bullshit, of course not, I could use a little quieter company after the whole group was there :)

Jake: Don’t you want to go to sleep soon? You must be tired.

MC: Jake, don’t make excuses, if you don’t want to, you can just say no, that’s not bad for me. But I promise I’d be happy if you were here.

You watch him start writing and then delete the message.

Jake: I’m on my way :)

Without answering his message, you close your phone and stare at the bare wall facing you for seconds.

Then you can’t stop yourself from doing a little joy dance, "Yess!" you hisses and grins all over your face.

Jake won’t be long before he gets here, so you decide to clean up the empty bottles and candy that are still on the table.

Although it’s only about 10 minutes to wait, it feels like a half an eternity until it finally rings.

Before you open the door, shake all your limbs to loosen up and clear your throat.

Then you open the door.

The hacker, dressed in black as always, stands with a slight smile in your hallway, "Hello MC" he greets you with his melodic voice.

Immediately you get very warm and you try to keep your own smile small, "Hi Jake. Come in" you walk to the side to let him in.

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Jake actually knows your apartment already.

Officially, you don’t know anything about this. But off the record, Hannah told you.

You couldn’t handle the handover of the apartment yourself, so Hannah did it for you, and Jake was with her. He had only told her that he was bored and wanted to come along, but when he looked around and said some things like, "MC has enough space here" and "This will be a good place for her" she realized that he just came to make sure the place was nice enough for you.

Nevertheless, he now curiously lets his gaze wander through the now filled apartment.

"When it is done, it will look really nice" he confirms after you have shown him everything, as well as explained the room layout.

"Yes, I think so," you agree and smile.

"What are you going to do next?" he asks, pointing to the boxes in which your clothes are still to be cleared into the closet.

"That’s exactly what" you answer and kick one of the boxes, "You can sit on the bed if you want, while I unpack," you are proposing and tear the tape off the cardboard.

"I can help you if you don’t mind," he offers and you nod, "Sure, if you want"

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Cleaning up with the group was really fun, but now with Jake, it’s beautiful. The atmosphere is calm, not stressful or a mess. You talk about everything that comes to mind while Jake keeps holding clothes in front of your face so you can tell him where it belongs.

Two boxes are already empty. In your second one there is still a little bit inside and Jake is also on his way to get a new one. You watch him as he opens the box, only to close it again immediately afterwards. His cheeks turn pure red and his eyes squint nervously at you, "Uhm, I think I’ll take the box first" he mumbles and you can hear the trembling in his voice only too well.

"Why? What’s going on?" you wonder about his reaction.

"Nothing at all, everything okay, here’s another one" he scratches nervously in the neck and does not look at you when talking.

Skeptically you walk over to the box to take a look inside. When you open it, you quickly realize the reason for his shamed behavior.

Your underwear. You decide not to say anything to make it even more unpleasant for him, but you cannot hide the smile on your lips.

For the next few minutes, it’s quiet until it rings at your door. You look at your watch in wonder. It’s just before 9, and you’re not expecting anyone today.

"Be right back," you inform Jake, "And keep your hands off my underwear," as you disappear out the door, you can see him raising his head in a flash, staring at you with big eyes. Laughing you open the door, "Phil?" you ask surprised when you see Jessy’s brother standing there. Phil has also become a good friend of yours, you visited Aurora as a group several times when you were here.

"Hi MC" he greets you, "I hope I’m not interrupting? I actually have to leave right away again, the Aurora is crowded today.I just wanted to stop by and greet you in Duskwood and congratulate you on your move" he smiles his typical charming smile as you hug briefly, "Thanks Phil" you nod grateful. He separates from you and then does not joyfully pull up an eyebrow, he looks behind you and you turn around as well. Jake is standing in the living room and has the same annoyed look as Phil on his face.

"Have fun, you two," Phil grins a little cocky and puts his arms around you again, just quick.

As he disappears down the stairs, he still calls, "We have to do something together in the next few days."

You slowly close the door and turn around with a wide grin to Jake, who still looks dark at the door. Yeah, that Phil and Jake don’t like each other hasn’t changed. On the contrary.

Jake finds Phil is the most unsympathetic person in the world, and Phil thinks he’s better for you than Jake is.

When Jake frees himself from his rigidity, his attention falls on you. You bite your lower lips and put a hand in front your mouth to stop your next words. Even the hacker seems to know what is going on and looks warn, "Don’t say it"

Innocently you raise your eyebrows, "What? I don’t know what you mean, do you mean? -"

"Stop" Jake stops you and heads back to the bedroom.

"What? Shouldn’t I say that you-"

"MC" he threatens.

"Are you jealous?" it bursts out of you and groaning Jake drops his head in the neck, "You really need to say this, don’t you?"

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After you keep teasing Jake with it, you decided to stop for today. You two ordered a pizza and a drink, because you don’t have much here, except for the beer Hannah bought.

You had the TV running quietly but didn’t pay attention to it. Jake asked you what your wishes and hopes are in for your new life, and you talked about the time with the Man Without a Face. Until now, you’ve only talked to him about it. Just a little bit with Hannah but somehow you’re still not ready to deal with all this. The occasional jokes about it will help you soothe your thoughts a little.

During your conversation, you accidentally fell asleep. The hacker didn’t know what to do, he doesn’t want to wake you, but he also doesn’t want to leave without saying anything. After watching you for 20 minutes and thinking about your relationship, he felt weird just looking at you while you're sleeping. So he decided to leave.

However, you seem to have noticed this immediately because the moment he opens the door, your eyes open.

"Wait" you stop him and he looks at you frightened, "If you leave now while I sleep, then I feel like I was a one night stand," you joke and and he grins.

"You’re much more than that," he replies quietly. You raising your upper body, and a little shy, stroking the fluffy pillow on your couch.

"Can you.. can you stay, Jake?" Your voice is quiet, tired and a little nervous, "I feel uncomfortable being here alone the first night," you admit. You had this feeling the first time while you built up the bed. Even though the Man without a face is in prison and you’re safe, you still have this unpleasant ulterior motive.

He seems to think about, but without you telling him, he understands what you’re worried about.

"All right" he sighs and closes the door again.

"You can sleep in the bed, I’ll take the couch," you say and get up to get a blanket and a pillow.

"No, the other way around. You should sleep in your bed, your day was exhausting and you need to rest"

Before this discussion can be extended, you decide to make a short process, "Okay, you have two options now. Either you sleep with me in bed, or we both sleep on the couch. 'Cause I’m not gonna ask you to stay here for me, and then let you sleep there!"

The hacker stops briefly, turns slightly red but then grins, "I don’t have a chance anyway, do I?" he asks.

You shake your head, "Not without a war"

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Luckily, you are in possession of a much too large sweatpants which fits him only narrowly, but fits.

The room is dark and it is completely quiet in the whole apartment. You try to be inconspicuous, and slide a bit towards him. You know he’s not asleep yet, and when he doesn’t try to stop you, you get a whole lot closer.

You hear Jake lifting the blanket, the invitation to come to him entirely.You don’t take your time but slide so close that you can put your head on his chest and he puts an arm around you. Immediately its beautiful smell envelops you and your pulse accelerates many times. Even his heart you hear racing what makes you smile.

"Do you know how many times I dreamed about it?" he whispers into the darkness and your heart makes a leap, "No, but if it was only half as often as I did, then I can imagine it," you answer and a quiet laugh vibrates in his chest.

"Good night, MC, see you tomorrow"

"Good night, Jake," you whisper, and then you feel his lips flapping softly over your forehead, just a touch, like a breeze. But for you, it means the world.

Welcome new life, you mean well with me.

❤️🎭🌹

Masterlist

[aetheternity]

I'll admit it's exciting. (Armin x reader)

Synopsis: Being your professor's dirty little secret. His pet.. Sounded too good to refuse.

Warning: Smut in the later chapters! 18+ only

"Good girl.." Your lip tucked itself beneath your tooth. Spine tingling at the intoxicating scent surrounding you.

You coaxed a breath off your lips as the almost inaudible creak of the desk under your professors weight made you sit up straight. His arms locking you in place.

You looked into his soft blue eyes feeling a tinge of entrapment at the way he had you locked in.

"Do you understand now?" His surprisingly large hands caressed your shoulder.

"Y-yeah." If you could see your own face you'd probably be embarrassed but you were currently helpless to the tiny bits of touch he allowed you.

Your elbows pushed you up just a little bit closer to his chest. His touch disappearing too soon.

"I think you'll be ready for the test in a couple days." And suddenly every bit of him was walking away and back to sit at his desk. "You should still study though. This stuff has been difficult for you."

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"Y/N."

The tip of your nail stayed fidgeting between your lips.

"Y/N."

Words flew through your brain but it all continued to just be flushed straight out again.

"Y/N!" The book flew from your grasp landing with a clatter that attracted glances from all angles.

"Are you alright Y/N?" Eren asked, concern etched into his deep sapphire eyes.

You let out a harsh exhale. "I was, until Sasha stopped my heart." You held a palm up to your chest, glaring over at Sasha.

Mikasa blinked boredom sunk into her features. Her cheeks forced into the palms of her hands as her elbows stayed firmly planted into the table. "New class?"

You nodded, shutting your binder before promptly flipping it open again.

"You'll be fine." She muttered, staring at you with her own version of concern.

"How can you say that? I had to transfer from a different class a month after the semester already started. You know how much stuff I've already missed! Not to mention I had originally thought this class was gonna be next semester me's problem." With a groan you let your head flop harshly onto the mildly sticky table in front of you.

"I think what Mikasa was trying to suggest was that Mr. Arlert has always been said to be a very gentle and caring professor." Sasha said

"You can always take office hours if you really have a hard time." Eren suggested

"Thanks Eren, but I think you're forgetting that I hate doing anything outside of class that won't immediately get me a passing grade."

Eren just shrugged, moving to stuff his notebooks into his own bag. All of them genuinely looking as though he'd just reused them from high school. Each one with a rip in the first page or the spiral unraveling.

"Welp it's 2:00." Sasha reminded you. And you groaned so loud you could practically feel the stares from other tables touching your soul.

"Maybe I'll fall down the stairs and break my ankle before I get up there." You slung your bag onto your shoulder hanging your head as you walked off.

"I'll have your favorite donuts in my room after you get out!" Sasha called

"You should've started with that!"

You made the walk so much longer by dragging your feet up every stair individually and rubbing a finger to your temple. So much so that it surprised you when you walked into the classroom and no one was in there except..

"Oh hello."

Hot..

So so very hot..

His smile sparkled only futher brightened by his deep blue eyes. His short blond hair parted slightly over his forehead. His blue button up was cuffed up against his forearms revealing a very slender but still fairly muscular set of hands. He probably had a nice chest too.

"You must be Y/N." He chuckled and before you could reassociate he was giving you a whole new list of things to think about as he bent over his desk to retrieve a piece of paper.

"Here's the syllabus. You're starting kinda late so it will be helpful to you to come to office hours. My office hours are at the bottom here." When he reached forward to point his scent caught you by surprise. A sweet almost fruit like smell wafted up your nose. "I hope you'll catch on quickly. Sit wherever you'd like."

His remark barely registered in your mind, your mouth hung open immediately slamming shut as the class quickly began to fill.

Before you could get swept up by the people flooding into the room you made your way to the front plopping down into the seat closest to the window. When you looked up again from where you'd yanked your binder almost haphazardly out of your bag, you caught the quickest wink you'd ever seen in your entire life.

Or maybe it was your imagination.

But the way he leaned a little closer when he approached you wasn't.

"Front row? Good choice."

Regardless of the heart problems he'd recently caused you he was moving on. Quickly silencing the class and starting the lesson.

Hot.

The only thought racing through your head.

Hot. Hot. Hot..

He was pretty! When he turned off the light his eyes didn't dull in the almost blinding way in which they shone. His hair fluttered over his forehead and ears and his shirt seemed to hug his chest tighter every time he reached up to turn off the projector or even just to reach a high spot on the board.

You already knew everything from today was going in one ear and out the other but it was really hard to give a damn when your professor's pants cupped his ass they way they did. His dark shoes clicked across the floor and-

"Do you understand any of it? I know it's your first day."

You blinked up at him hoping your eyes weren't as wide as they felt or that you weren't popping your mouth open and close like a suffocating fish.

He smiled, flipping the paper on the desk around till it faced him. "Can I?" He reached for the tip of your pen and as you let it go your fingers brushed in probably the strongest current of static that had ever touched your body.

"Don't worry ok this is just a practice test I wanna see what you know." He said, leaving a couple marks on the paper. He then pointed to the two empty test questions. "Don't leave anything blank ok."

This time when he walked away you were without a doubt certain he'd winked. When you looked down at your paper again you could see 3 checks on the paper in the light blue ink you were using and a little smiley face in the corner.

Your chest honestly had no right fluttering the way it did over something so trivial.

The class was only an hour and forty minutes but when it was over you felt like you'd only been seated there for ten minutes. When you handed the test paper back he sent you one final wink that made your knees buckle.

"See you next time." He said and you had to forcibly stop yourself from shuttering.

You half speed walked half ran out of there as soon as his classroom door had shut behind you. All the way to Sasha's dorm room.

You slammed it open already knowing Sasha only kept it locked when she wasn't in there. Your chest was heaving and you held onto the door frame for support. Noticing the immediate and visible flinch from Eren and Sasha.

"He's. Hot!!" You gasped for air before walking in and sinking to the floor in front of Sasha. She didn't budge as you fell against her shoulder just wrapped an arm around your shoulders hugging your back. "Oh god he's so hot.." You breathed into Sasha's collarbone.

"Looks like she did learn something." Eren muttered

"No! You don't understand he's like so pretty!"

Mikasa didn't even try to hide the way she rolled her eyes and Eren just sighed.

"Aww you've got a crush on your professor that's adorable." Sasha said, reaching into the box next to her, grabbing your favorite donut she pushed it into your open mouth pulling it back slightly to allow you to chew.

You sobbed a little before sighing and falling back into Sasha's neck. "What the hell am I gonna do?" You sighed

"Focus on passing the class is probably the first step." Eren replied

"Now you're just being silly." You replied, rubbing your fingers into the floor.

Sasha brought the donut back up to your lips smiling as you took another bite. "I wanna see him now! Isn't he the really young professor? Like he's supposedly only twenty five as of recently and got hired less than a year ago."

"Yeah.." You quickly put your password into your phone, turning the screen so Sasha could see.

Mikasa and Eren scooted closer as Sasha took a closer look. "He is pretty." Mikasa was the first to speak.

"Why do you just have his picture pulled up? How're you already being creepy?" Eren questioned

You scoffed, "I just happened to be looking on Instagram during a quick bathroom trip.. and I just so happened to look for him.. it's his fault for making it easy." You snatched the donut from Sasha taking a bigger bite.

"Yeah no I agree with Eren this is cree- AW HE HAS A DOG!" Sasha snatched the phone zooming in on the puppy in his lap.

"Actually it's his family's dog. Her name's Pumpkin and he goes home as often as possible to see her. A small two hour train ride to be exact." You sigh briefly "I've never really liked Terriers as a dog breed but that one's so cute.."

"Is the dog cute or is it the guy holding her?" Mikasa questioned with a little smirk.

"Not helping Mikasa.." Eren interjected "What are you even thinking? No matter if you like professor Arlert or not he has to keep it professional and so do you."

"Eren, look at the puppy." You took your phone from Sasha turning the screen back to face him.

He glanced down at the image then back into your eyes with a raised eyebrow.

"Puppy!"

"Creepy!" He pressed the power button on your phone and you deflated against Sasha's legs letting your phone turn over onto its face.

"I'll never understand why you don't go for a degree in hacking or something the way you always manage to pull up information on people." Mikasa shook her head.

"Probably going to be stuck with more math classes for one and secondly when I become a supervillain I don't need everyone knowing it was apart of my major." You replied, with an exaggerated eye roll.

Sasha shrugged, "If it was your major I'm pretty sure everyone would understand your descent into madness."

"I can't believe you just said that.." Eren groaned, squeezing the bridge of his nose.

"Me or her?" You asked

"Yes!"

~~~~

Thursday came too soon. Or maybe you should say, finally Thursday is here! You jumped back and forth between the two but by the time you slid into the honestly uncomfortable classroom seat and placed your bag between your legs you knew exactly what you felt.

"Professor!" A female's voice caught your attention and you turned slightly to see a short brown haired girl running into the classroom.

"You were right about what I was missing! Once I applied what we talked about in office hours it became so simple."

"That's what I like to hear Petra." He winked as he flipped through a stack of papers on his desk.

Wait, had he always done that to all the students or had you just not noticed last time? You felt your shoulders hunch but they were instantly picking back up again as he slid a piece of paper onto your desk.

"You did pretty well on that practice test. Seems like you'll be up to speed in no time." He smiled, a deep warm smile that made your stomach squeeze.

Your lips curled upwards and you quickly moved to hide it behind your paper as he walked away.

"You too huh?"

You felt your skin practically vibrate but you hoped and prayed it wasn't too noticeable.

"Wh-what?" You glanced over at the girl Petra who sat only one desk away from you. Her features flat and her eyes dark in the middle an almost scary contrast from earlier.

"You're into him too?" She muttered

Was it that obvious? Stupid question. How could you be so obvious?

"I don't think you'll win out." She continued and before you could question it, she pointed to the back row.

It seemed almost like a tussle as Mr. Arlert was being held hostage by another young female holding his hand. He smiled mildly awkwardly as he spoke with her, nodding his head to everything her and the other girls surrounding her said. The first girl running a thumb over the back of his hand.

You felt your skin prickle and you exhaled loudly. "So.. I'm guessing you too.."

Petra blinked at you then quickly shifted around in her seat. Mr. Arlert quickly approached the front of the room clapping to get the classes attention. And with that the lesson was beginning.

You noticed from the clap at the beginning of class to the last word uttered that not one word in Mr. Arlert's lesson had actually registered in your mind. Your thoughts too full of Petra's words, her blank almost villainous expression as she'd talked.

And that girl's hand. That annoying girl in the back row. You peeked your head back there looking at the now empty chair. In fact the entire classroom was empty and had been for at least 15 minutes since you continued to struggle with stuffing your binder back into your apparently shrunken bag.

"Need help?"

You bit your lip and looked away as he came closer. You weren't really standing up straight but you immediately noticed the way he towered over you. His fingers so delicate in the way they brushed over yours sliding the irritating object into the confines of your bag.

"Thank you.." You whispered

He chuckled, "No problem, happy to help."

His eyes didn't leave yours for an almost uncomfortable amount of time so you shifted your feet backing away a little. He seemed to notice and placed a hand on the back of his neck, backing up himself.

Oh no. Now he was getting uncomfortable.

He made his way back over to his desk but not before you'd slipped in something to ease the tension. "Sorry for over staying my welcome.."

He let out a soft chuckle. "You're not bothering me plus there are no classes in here for two hours after mine on Thursday. You can stay as long as you'd like."

"O-oh." You face palmed internally at your stupid reply. "So.." You began again. "Do you mind if I asked you how you're such a young professor.."

His eyes flickered up from the work he'd been filling out. "Well, I skipped a couple grades and I was in college by 15. I'm actually still in college now but I was an assistant teacher at 18 for about three years for a high school a couple blocks from here before I became a full fledged teacher and then I worked at the same school as a teacher for three more years before I finally left and started teaching here."

It should've been obvious from the start that he'd worked tireless hours of school to get here at such a young age. Not to mention probably having worked just as hard in the gym. He'd only leaned back a little bit in his chair but it was enough for you to have a perfect mental image.

Your eyes flicked up to his much softer more.. Arlert like smile? Maybe? It just felt like the kind of smile he'd give a friend and less like the smile he used in the classroom. Not that that one felt fake, just.. different.

"Do you.. I mean.. have you always had girls?.." His eyebrows scrunched as you spoke. You pointed to the back of the classroom. "You're young I mean, do girls always touch you like that?"

He blinked up at the ceiling then back down to you. Your breath hitched as he pulled himself up from the desk walking closer to you.

"As soon as they find out I'm not that much older than them? Yeah."

You probably should've stopped but your brain was suddenly working independently. "Does it?.. Do you like that kind of attention?"

He sat down on the desk crossing his arms over his chest and his leg over his knee. He spoke his head. "Not normally no."

"Normally?"

He stood again but this time he stopped directly in front of you. Sharp blue eyes cold and yet warm and vibrant. The desk creaked under your weight as you leaned back into it. His hands at your sides, his breath tickling your upper lip.

His thumb came up to graze your cheek but was quickly removed and planted back on the desk. "Can I kiss you?"

You nodded way too eagerly and-

So so so much softer than you'd even thought imaginable. His nose rubbed against yours and he was pulling away. Too soon.

You grabbed the back of his neck, yanking him back to you. Immediately delighted by the warm touch of his pretty pink lips.

He pulled back and you yanked him forward. Over and over again with soft peppered kisses. And then one slightly longer one where he was comfortably mushing his lips against yours.