#in a 'why the fuck is this revealed already' way

[iamred-iamyellow]

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ Champagne Problems

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♥ pairing: charles leclerc x fem!reader

♥ synopsis: the two of you end up at a party with different intentions

♥ wc: 2k - as always none of the pictures are mine

♥ warnings: swearing, angst, and alcohol (drink responsibly please lol) !!!

♥ a/n: TONS of angst in this fic so get ready lol <3 i've been wanting to put out this fic for SO long you don't understand. tagging bestie @theonottsbxtch

Charles was head over heels in love with you—it was a shame, really.

You sat on your shared king sized bed in a sparkly dress, observing your boyfriend as he slipped on a gold watch. 

“We need to leave soon mon amour,” he said, wandering over to you and kissing your cheek. “We don’t want to be late, do we?”

You nodded and adjusted the jewelry on your hand.

Charles folded the cuffs on his sleeve, “You alright?”

“Mhm,” you nodded with a fake smile.

You hadn’t seen Charles in months because of his work. Ironically the first place he wanted to take you was a gala... For his work.

The two of you met because of your love for F1. The narrative of Ferrari brought you together and despite his promises to be there for you, he always left them unfulfilled.

You were alone. Way too often. Left by yourself to take care of Leo and be his wag.

You and Charles wandered outside the apartment to his car. He opened the door for you—like a gentleman. But you couldn’t shake this melancholic feeling whenever you’re around him.

-

”Hey, where’s Charles?” Arthur, your boyfriend’s younger brother asked with a smile.

You shrugged, taking a sip of your drink, and gazing at the room full of talkative people. The second you got there he wandered off to find Pierre. You couldn’t even blame him. This was for business after all.

”Hm, that’s odd. I’d expect him to be with you.” he scrunched his nose. “I remember one time last year—he was so excited to come home for winter break and see you. He would talk about you all day to me on the phone,” Arthur chuckled.

You gave him a faint smile. That was the Charles you fell in love with. Alas, he was across the room talking to someone else’s girlfriend.

“Well, let me know if you see him. I’ll see you in a few weeks for Christmas, yeah?”

You swallowed hard, pausing before a response.

“Yeah, yeah of course,” you smiled with a nod.

“Great, Maman said she already got you gifts,” he laughed. “I’ll see you around Y/n.”

He nudged your shoulder with an infectious smile, wandering off with a drink in hand.

God, why did this have to hurt so fucking much.

-

“Thank you all for being here,” a man said into a microphone, commanding the room to silence. “It has been an incredible season, but now we must start planning for the next one. Thank you to all our sponsors who are able to make this happen and congratulations to all that we have done this year.”

He raised his glass of champagne, leading everyone to follow and clink theirs together. You sat at a round table with your closest friends from the industry, Pierre and Kika as Charles got up to ask the man at the front of the room something. He came back with the microphone in hand and turned it on.

He stared down at you, eyes peering lovingly into your soul.

��Y/n… you are the most beautiful, kind, intelligent woman I have ever met,” he spoke into the mic, elicting a few ‘awh’s’ from the crowd and drawing at least a hundred eyes to you.

Charles slowly bent down, grabbing something out of his suit pocket.

Your eyes widened and you tried to say something but you couldn’t. Every word was trapped in your mouth, despite your jaw being on the floor. Plenty of gasps and whispers came from the room. You could see Kika’s eyes light up, clearly ecstatic for you.

“I don’t really have a whole speech planned,” he laughed softly. “All I can really say is how much I love you… Will you marry me?”

He flicked the ring box open, revealing a gold ring with a huge diamond.

You paused, trying your best to take in everything that has happened before shaking your head.

“Charles… can we talk about this somewhere else?” you whispered.

Charles' expression dropped instantly. He knows what that really means.

More gasps. More gossip.

Clearly the whole room knew what it meant too.

“Is she fucked in the head?” you heard someone from the crowd whisper.

Followed by, “If she won’t marry him I will,” and “What a shame.”

”I’m sorry Charles, I’m gonna get a Lyft.” you whispered, squeezing his hand.

Kika looked at Pierre completely stunned. This was certainly not how the two of them thought the night was going to go. This was certainly not how you thought the night was going to go.

Kika’s heels clicked on the tile floor as she ran after you, pushing the two glass doors open to find you sprinting down the long set of stairs.

“Y/n, wait!” she shouted after you.

You sat at the bottom step, waiting for your ride to arrive.

She stopped beside you, “I can drive you home,” she mumbled.

“That’s alright, I already paid for it.”

She sat down beside you and put a warm hand on your shoulder.

“Are you okay?” she whispered.

You grabbed her hand gently, feeling the coldness of her gold rings. You shook your head no.

She wrapped an arm around your shoulder, forcing your head to rest on her shoulder.

She kissed your head sweetly, “It’s going to be okay,” she whispered in your hair.

-

You tossed your things on a table right next to the front door and kicked off your heels. You strut over to your kitchen and opened the fridge in hopes to find more alcohol. You were already probably drunk on Dom Perignon and your own tears, but with everything going on you might as well try to forget the horrendous night.

You grabbed a small glass from a cabinet and closed the fridge door, flinching when you saw Charles standing in the dark.

“Jesus Christ, Charles…” you whispered, pouring yourself some straight Vodka.

You braced your hands on the side of the marble counter, closing your eyes. Maybe if you close them tight enough he’ll disappear.

You sighed, “I don’t know how to start this conversa-“

“You said no?” he whispered. You could hear the heartbreak in his words.

You swallowed hard, looked around the room—anywhere but his eyes.

“I never said no…” you trailed off.

“But you meant no, right?”

You thought about marrying him before. A lot, actually. Racing, Traveling, Family. But there was always one thing missing from every daydream. And that thing was Charles.

You can’t follow him around the country for his job and even if you did—is that who you wanted to be? Just the wife of Charles Leclerc? 

“I don’t think you can truly be committed to this relationship. This isn’t what I need, and that’s okay.”

“I can't truly be committed?” he scoffed. “I'm not truly committed enough to get down on one knee?” 

Your relationship this past year wasn’t what you wanted. But one day it will be what someone else wants, and that’s what he deserves.

“C’mon Y/n, I love you-“ he muttered.

“Love isn't always enough,” you whispered, barely loud enough for him to hear.

Ah, the painful truth.

You watched as his face dropped, fully taking in the cruelness of your words. 

“Charles, I’m sorry…” you whispered, tears forming in your eyes. 

“Just go. Foutez le champ de chez moi, I don’t want to see you right now.” (translation: get the fuck out of my house) he muttered harshly. 

-

It’d been a year since you last saw him. That night you packed up all your things as he slept at Arthur’s. You were gone by the time he got home.

You still spent time in the F1 scene. You had friends there too, but it still felt a little cruel. You didn’t fall out of love, at least not with someone like Charles—that doesn’t happen. 

If the circumstances were different you might have been married. You would’ve had a beautiful ring, a beautiful family, and a beautiful man. 

“Y/n,” Kika shouted through a laugh, half sprinting in her heels. Her right hand settled on your bicep and her left took your forearm, yanking you towards a group of women. 

“C’mon, I haven't seen you in months,” she said, causing you to crack a smile. You rolled your eyes and slipped off your bar stool, ready to get a little tipsy with your friends. She was right. It had been way too long since you had a girls night. The last one was before you lost your status as a wag. 

Today it was you, Kika, and Rebecca—all in elegant outfits that perfectly fit your vibes. Kika in a black long sleeve, off the shoulder neckline number, Becs in a sparkly red one that she luckily got to keep after modeling, and you in a short white satin dress with spaghetti straps and some matching white heels. 

“You look like you need a drink,” Rebecca said, looking you up and down. 

You sighed, “I haven’t been to an F1 event since you know…” 

She rolled her eyes, “That's exactly why you need a drink. Forget about him and have fun with us. Your favorite sport should not be attached to the memory of a man.” 

Great point. 

“Come here,” she dragged you back to the bar Kika pulled you from. 

She ordered three martini’s on the rocks, extra olives.

She handed you one of the glasses, “We’re going to meet up with Lily M and Carmen in about an hour alright? We’ll be out of this place in no time and you won’t even think about you know who.” 

“Where are we going?” you asked, sipping the drink with your eyebrows raised. 

“It's a surprise,” Kika said with an eye roll as if to say “duh”. 

You spent the next hour drowning in new conversations and shots. Sure you were at someone’s work party, but it’s not like you had to be professional. No one seemed to give a shit what Charles’ “Ex Wag” was doing.

“Carmen and Lily are outside, are we ready to go?” Rebecca asked, peering up from her phone. 

“Yeah, I just need to find the bathroom and then we can go,” you lied, grabbing your clutch off the circular table. 

You wanted to step outside and get a quick bit of fresh air before you returned to the group. They were doing something amazing in order for you to move on from your past relationship, but all you could think about was something you shouldn’t be. 

It's been a year, you should be over him, right? Too bad the pain didn’t stop at Charles. It was his whole family. God, you missed Arthur so much. You missed fighting with him about what Christmas movies to watch and hanging out in the Ferrari garage together. You missed Lorenzo and his older brother-like wisdom. You missed Pascale and how she welcomed you with open arms into the family. Fuck, you felt like a traitor. 

You sighed and wandered off onto the balcony, picking at the rhinestones on your purse. You leaned over the railing, letting the cool wind kiss your skin. 

“Haven’t seen you in a while,” an accented voice said from behind you. You would recognize it anywhere. 

Charles took his place beside you, avoiding eye contact. It took a good minute before you were able to respond. 

“I- uhm… I heard you and your new girlfriend broke up. I'm sorry,” you muttered. What an odd way to start this conversation. You weren’t even sure if it was true, you heard it in a tabloid. 

He hummed, “I suppose love wasn’t enough to save us.” 

Ouch. 

You scoffed, “Yeah I guess not.” 

The silence was loud. 

“Sorry,” he whispered in a change of tone. Maybe even a change of heart. “It’s good to see you again.” 

“Yeah,” you whispered back, unenthusiastic. 

“The family misses you.” 

You smiled slightly. That was good to hear. “You can tell them I miss them too.” 

“...I miss you.” 

He placed his hand on top of yours slowly, gently rubbing his thumb across yours. His cold silver rings brought flashbacks to your mind.

You looked up at him, tears begging to fall from your lashes but you kept it together; at least until he was gone. 

You squeezed his hand like you used to, “‘l’ll see you around, Charles.” 

You had to remind yourself why you said no everyday. It didn’t matter if you loved him and it didn’t matter if he loved you. You won’t settle for second in his life.

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[renku]

Princess

「 Scenario smut - Yeseo x Male Reader 」

A/N: This is just pure BFH. Yeseo is just... yeah, many of you know it.

So no proofreading and edits at all. The other fic is still ongoing by the way. Happy Holidays to all!

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It was a warm heat; a pair of thick flesh residing on your own, eyes glued to yours while Yeseo removes her cashmere crop top. A sight to behold—her silky hair dragged up by the motion. Perky, aroused tits reaching its perfect state. Oh, oh, she knows you want ‘em but she doesn't how you crave for those buds. Lastly, her intoxicating scent mixing into bloodstream, flowing at the right places. You can’t wait, but you have to. Being needy would be the last thing you’d show to this princess.

“Fuck, you’re making me crazy, princess,” you remarked, almost whispering the words with your face just centimeters away from her.

She smiled. Just smiled. As if she knew, and she does. Yeseo knows how to be minimalistic—low effort but extraordinary results. “And here too,” she replied, unzipping your pants to release her favorite toy from its constraints.

“Did this ‘good boy’ missed me?” she asked, an unnecessary question that somehow displayed her power over you.

“Why don’t you sit on it to know the answer, princess?” you responded, making sure she won’t have her way. Yeseo’s too dangerous. Especially when she’s fired up. And right now, the fire within her burns with such intensity that you’d never dare to put out. Only she can do it, by satisfying her wants.

“Don’t move an inch. Let me do it my way. Your princess’ way.”

Yeseo reached beneath her skirt, undoubtedly pushing her panties to the side to reveal her awaiting wet and dripping pussy. She grabs your already raging shaft and aligns it with her sweet entrance.

With a slow and steady movement, Yeseo patiently drops herself with your cock. Eating those inches with her warm and slick walls.

“Fuck...,” you grunted, shutting your eyes as you almost lift your head up to conceal the pleasure rapidly consuming your entire body.

“So big... so warm... all for me,” Yeseo noted in full ecstasy. She reached for your lips with hers to initiate a quick make out with her tongue invading yours in an instant.

In doing so, that sinful body of hers starts to grind on that small couch you have. Muffled moans became a series of vibrations in your mouth. Your hands can’t stay idle. They wander all over her upper torso, all those nerves in your fingertips doing its job to feel her soft and delicate skin.

Yeseo breaks the kiss. “Oh, oh- ah, yes! Ah, fuck! So deep!”

“Moan for me, princess. Tell me how you feel good by riding my dick. Let me hear it.”

“Yours is the best! Ah- I- I can’t stop! Make me cum with your huge cock! Oh, God!”

“So- so tight! Damn it!”

Her pace continues to rise with each second passing. She’s not like this before. Maybe Yeseo’s getting used to it. Should you be glad? Don’t know for sure. But the build up inside your groin can’t be ignored. Her tightness also is killing you. She’s close, too.

“Cumming for me, princess?”

“Ye- yes! Just a bit more! Fuck! I’m close!”

“Good, cum with that slutty pussy of yours. Take all my cum!” you exclaimed.

“Breed me! Please, claim my pussy! Claim it till it's full of cum!”

You didn’t move a bit the entire time. All of the work was from Yeseo. She wanted it. You just want her to experience things. Explore. Figure what works for her and what isn’t. She insisted to all of this. It’s a fact that makes you less guilty and not to think about it too much. You had a good time and the same goes for her. And that time tonight is about to reach its conclusion—pleasurable conclusion.

“Yeseo, I’m cumming!”

“Me too, I’m cumming! Don't hold back!”

“It’s coming! Ah!”

There it is, the climax. Ropes and ropes of semen filled Yeseo’s walls. Her walls convulses as she reached the promised land but also making sure not a drop of cum will escape from her cunt.

The highs from the sex slowly declines, and both of you came back to your senses.

“Amazing.”

Catching her breatg and drenched in sweat, Yeseo happily responded biting her lower lip, “Yeah, you’re the fucking best.”

[covenofagatha]

A dance with death (and her wife) (Part 3)

A new murder with a different M.O. has you feeling confused

Word count: 4100

Warnings: fingering, murder

It takes you all of five minutes to leave the motel room after you dig more clothes out of your suitcase. 

You looked everywhere for the clothes you were wearing before your nap, but they’re nowhere to be found. 

It would be incredibly bad if you had stripped down and then left the room to put them somewhere else. 

But you don’t have time to dwell on that right now. 

You go fifteen over the speed limit to get to the location Agatha had texted over after she hung up the phone. 

To the location of another murder. 

You had foolishly hoped that maybe The Witch and Lady Death would slow down once you had gotten to town, maybe out of fear of being caught. 

Clearly you had done little to deter them. 

It’s only ten minutes away from your motel, near a creek on the edge of town. 

Police cars are already parked there, yellow caution tape closing off the perimeter. You slam the door shut to your sedan and hurry over to Agatha. It’s late in the afternoon, but the sun is already setting, making the colors of everything look muted. 

“Was it them?” You ask, a little breathless. Agatha glances up and down and looks like she wants to comment on your outfit change, but doesn’t. 

“Come see and tell us what you think,” she says ominously and you follow her into the trees. “Good doctor’s appointment?” 

You stop walking, forcing her to pause too. “You’re married to Dr. Vidal?” 

She chuckles. “She told you that, didn’t she?”

“Did you know that’s who I was going to see earlier?” You ask, not sure why it matters. 

“I had my suspicions,” is all Agatha chooses to say. She’s taking you further into the woods along the side of the creek and it’s getting colder, but the air starts to feel…alive, almost. 

Like it’s crackling with something. You somehow know you’re getting closer to the body.

Are you imagining it, or can Agatha feel it, too? 

And then she stops so quickly you almost bump into her and she points up ahead. 

In the middle of thin, small trees is a big willow tree. It’s a beautiful sight, if you’re being honest. 

You’re transfixed by the icicles gleaming from the barren branches and it takes you a bit to notice the pool of red snow by the roots. 

You stumble forward to get a better look in the last rays of daylight, eyes traveling up the tree trunk and you gasp. 

A man is tied to it, his pants cut open halfway down his thigh and there's a deep gash through both of his femoral arteries. Most likely the cause of death. The only reason you know what color his pants were supposed to be is because the part near his hips is unstained. 

But that’s not all. 

His flannel shirt has been ripped as well, revealing his bare chest, where a heart has been drawn with a knife. It’s a shallow cut, not too much blood, but it’s clear this was meant to be a message, rather than fatal. His eyes are gray and lifeless.

“I don’t understand, this isn’t their M.O. at all,” you say, the snow behind you crunching as Agatha walks to stand next to you. 

You can feel her eyes on you, regarding you carefully. “So what do you think?” 

You think that you’ve never felt this way before. Something is happening to your body, a heat is spreading through it, and it’s like there’s electricity under your skin. Your scar tingles, but doesn’t hurt. 

“Fuck, I don’t know,” you say in frustration. “Maybe they’re switching it up, it’s like they’re taunting me! It doesn’t make any sense to change tactics now, though. All the other bodies were found in homes and now this one is tied to a tree in the middle of nowhere? Doesn’t seem to be poisoned and they didn’t carve out his heart. I don’t – I don’t know.” 

You’re so suddenly aware of the hot blood pumping through your veins and you want something. You can’t put a name to it yet, though. 

“Do you think it could have been someone else?” She asks and you shake your head immediately. 

“No, this was them. I know it, I can feel it.” There’s a thrumming in your head now, behind your eyes and you just want to get rid of it. 

Agatha’s lips stretch into a slow smile and you can see the darkness in her eyes. “What else do you feel?” 

The question makes you freeze. Maybe you’re not going crazy. “Can you feel it, too?” You whisper; you’re afraid to say it too loudly, like it’ll break the spell. 

She slowly walks around and advances on you and you walk backwards until you hit a tree. Your heart races and you can feel it everywhere, like your entire body is beating in time with it.

“You feel the adrenaline, don’t you? Being this close to death, yet you feel more alive than ever?” She asks, and you choke out an affirmation. “It’s addicting, isn’t it? Tell me how it makes you feel.” 

Agatha leans down again, just how she did in the evidence locker, but this time, she drags her teeth up your neck and nips. The pounding in your head gets worse. “It feels…powerful,” you admit, both to her and yourself, maybe for the first time. 

“There’s an ache inside you, right?” She asks, now sucking bites into your neck and your stance widens just the slightest. 

Hearing her put a name to it makes it ever so clear to you now. “Yes,” you gasp, molten heat growing between your legs. “Please.” You don’t know what you’re asking for, but Agatha does. 

Lips still on your skin, her hands fumble with the waistband of your new pants, trying to unbutton and unzip. She’s finally able to slip her fingers in and when she moves your underwear to the side and cups your pussy, you hiss at the coldness. 

“Fuck,” you swear as she starts to swipe at your clit. You’re so sensitive already, and if you weren’t so needy, you’d take a good, long look at yourself to figure out why you’re so turned on right now. 

“Why don’t you think it was them?” She asks, pushing a finger inside you and your head falls back against the tree. She doesn’t move it, waiting for an answer first. 

The ringing in your head comes back with a vengeance. “They’re messing with me,” you stutter. “They want me to be thrown off their game.” She starts moving, slowly thrusting and curling, and you gasp. The mix of pleasure and pain is a combination you never thought would be a good one. 

“You think they’re doing this just for you?” She muses, shoving another finger inside you and twisting lazily and it pulls a groan out of you. 

“The murders were all the same until I showed up,” you whimper. It feels like your body is about to burst. “Agatha.” 

Her thumb finds your clit again and rubs it. “Shh,” she soothes. “I know, superstar. I’ll give you what you need.” She mouths at your neck, lips traveling upward until she reaches your chin, and then her face pulls away from yours. 

“Please,” you beg again. 

“What if it wasn’t them?” She asks in a low voice, fingers stilling in you. You whine and frantically buck your hips to get some stimulation. You just need more. 

You can’t even think straight. “It had to be them. Who else could it have been?” 

There’s just enough sunlight to see the wicked smirk on her face. “Guess we’ll have to wait and see.” 

And then her lips are on yours and she’s ferociously kissing you like she’s trying to devour you, and the pain in your head completely stops. 

She sets a bruising pace inside you and you’re panting into her open mouth while her tongue thrashes against yours. Your teeth clash and it’s messy and hot and everything that you need, and her fingers are hitting exactly where you need. Your hands are rough as they scramble for purchase around her shoulders, desperate to keep her exactly where she is. You dig your nails into her and she moans against you, and you’re so close. 

Your orgasm is building, only this time, it’s heightened and feels way more intense than any you’ve ever had before. You’re throbbing around Agatha’s fingers, clenching and trying to draw her in even more, and she fits a third one into you. It makes you keen and you babble nonsensically about how you’re going to cum.  

“Cum for me, pet,” she orders and you sink your teeth hard into her lower lip as you do. It’s like a dam breaks all over your body, tension and pleasure exploding through every crack and crevice and it’s easily the best orgasm you’ve ever had. 

It takes a minute for you to recover and when you’re able to think clearly again after Agatha takes her fingers out of you, you notice that her lip is bleeding. 

“Fuck, did I do that?” You ask and she chuckles, tongue darting out to lick it up. You follow the movements and feel the heat inside you coming back. 

She holds the fingers that were inside of you up to your mouth and you suck on them without hesitation. “Don’t worry about it. Not the first time it’s happened,” she teases with a wink and your stomach sinks. Your head moves back so her fingers slip out of you.

“Oh my god, you’re married,” you say and Agatha raises an eyebrow as if to say obviously. “And we’re at a crime scene, what did we just do? There’s a dead body right over there.”

Agatha raises up her hands to disarm the situation. “Hey, don’t think too hard about it. You have a very stressful job, sometimes you just need to blow off some steam.” 

“How are you so calm? You just cheated on your wife!” You snap, quickly zipping and buttoning your pants. The electricity in the air is now gone, completely replaced by cold and fear. You have to get out of here. The Witch and Lady Death are two steps ahead of you and you need to stop them. This was them, and you know it.

You don’t even wait for Agatha to respond, you pick a direction and start walking. She calls your name a few times before you whirl around, tears in your eyes. “Rio and I…have an arrangement of sorts. Trust me, she is completely okay with this.” 

Her words do little to calm you down, but you’re getting closer to the detectives and officers and the coroner’s car has pulled up. “It doesn’t matter. This can’t happen again,” you say sternly. 

“Whatever you want, superstar,” she says and it almost makes you furious. It feels like she’s teasing you, for being with the FBI. Almost as bad as the guys around the station calling you Miami. 

But you don’t argue, you don’t speak at all, you just stand there, a bone-chilling emptiness inside you as you watch the body get wheeled out from the woods after about twenty minutes. Detectives keep searching the surrounding area for any clues, but they find nothing. 

Which doesn’t surprise you at all. Lady Death and The Witch are clever. It just means you have to work harder to catch them. 

“Alright, we got everything here. Forensics is going to do some tests on the blood, see if maybe we can get a DNA match for the killer. Photos of the scene will be printed and ready for us tomorrow,” Agatha says gruffly, walking over to you, the picture of professionalism after being three fingers deep in you not forty-five minutes ago. “You should get home, get some rest.” 

You shake your head and clutch your jacket tighter around you. “I’ve been sleeping for the past few hours. I’m not tired. I can head into the station, if you want. Get a head start on work for tomorrow.” 

Something flickers in Agatha’s eyes, something you don’t quite recognize. “No, that’s okay. Go back to your motel. Even if you don’t sleep, you should still try and relax. Take a warm bath or something. That always helps me clear my head.” 

You frown, but before you can ask what she thinks you need to clear your head from, she pats you on the shoulder and walks to her car. The scene quickly clears out, but there’s something still nagging at you in the back of your mind. 

You can’t leave just yet. 

Grabbing a flashlight from your bag in your car, you wander back through the woods, desperate to find something the officers missed. 

The night passes while you tear up every single rock and leaf and clump of snow on the ground near where the man was murdered. And then you expand the search, walking along the creek edge, flashlight sweeping right and left. Your hands are bright red from the stinging frost, having taken off your gloves ages ago to better dig around, and you’ve lost feeling in your face. Tears are permanently frozen in your eyes it seems, and as the sun starts to break through the darkness, you defeatedly drop to the ground on the bed of the creek. 

You don’t know what you were expecting to find, it was a stupid idea. You’re just about to call it a day and trek back to your car to go into the station, when you see a log just a few yards away. 

Brows crinkling, you wince when you stand up, your joints aching from the cold, and stumble over to it. You shine your flashlight into the opening of the hole and you gasp. 

The light reflects off something shiny. 

This time, you’re smart about it. You put your gloves back on, flashing between your teeth, and you carefully reach inside and brush away the moss to grab onto it and pull it out. 

It’s a knife. 

The discovery makes your heart leap. You found something! This could be your first real break in the case, one step closer to bringing the pair of serial killers down. 

You turn the blade over in your hands to inspect every part of it. Strange, you think. It seems almost like a kitchen knife. The serrated edge isn’t as sharp as it should be if it were meant to be a murder weapon. But when you hold it closer to your face, you can make out specks of blood on it. 

And then there’s something else, an emblem of sorts on the bottom of the blue handle. It says WM with a circle around the letters. 

The first thing you think of is Wanda Maximoff and terror spikes through you. Has she gotten out of jail and come to find you? 

But you are absolutely certain that Tony would’ve called you immediately, so that helps calm you down. Still, you suddenly don’t feel safe in the woods, almost like you’re being watched, so you pocket the knife before sprinting back to your car. 

You slam and lock the doors immediately and you turn the heat all the way up to coax life back into your frozen body. It’s still early, barely even six-thirty am, so you decide to go back to your motel room and shower before you head into the station. 

Your stomach rumbles and you can’t remember the last time you ate. You just pulled an all-nighter (although, you could argue that because you took a nap for about five hours yesterday, that counts as sleep) and you haven’t showered since you’ve been here. 

Tony would kill you. 

Once you get back to your room, you turn on the bath, still feeling the chill deep in your bones. You carefully take the knife out of your coat pocket with a paper towel and lay it on the counter so you can remember to bring it in so Forensics can test it. 

You strip off your sopping wet clothes and get into the bath, moaning out loud at how good the warm water on your tired and shaking body feels. 

Sinking into the tub so every part of you except for your face is submerged, you lean down to turn off the faucet and settle back down. You don’t remember falling asleep, but the next thing you know, you jolt awake and splash about a gallon of water over the edge. 

“Fuck,” you cough, trying to get out of the tub, but your entire body is sore and your head feels awful. 

Apparently there’s consequences for spending over eight hours out in the snow with no gloves and then falling asleep in a bath with water that’s now lukewarm. 

You manage to maneuver yourself out and you quickly grab the robe that was hanging on the bathroom door to wrap around your shivering body. Your phone is on the sink counter and it starts buzzing. It’s Agatha. 

A hand grips the vanity to stable yourself before picking it up. “Hello?” You rasp, grimacing at the effort it takes to speak. 

“Yikes, you sound awful,” she says, teasing tone in her voice. “You okay, superstar? Get a little too much rest last night?”

“I think I’m a little sick,” you admit. You’re usually able to tough it out, but you feel like you died and barely came back to life. “Is it okay if I–” 

“Yes, stay there,” she orders and you almost collapse with relief. 

But then you remember the knife. If you don’t go in, that means it’s another day that The Witch and Lady Death remain free. “I found something last night, in the woods,” you say. “I really need to bring it in.” 

“Whatever it is, it can wait. You just need to take some medicine and get some rest. Do you have anything you can take?” 

You search through the items in your toiletry bag. “I have some Advil.” You pop two in your mouth and swallow it with water from the sink. 

“I’ll text Rio and ask if she can bring over some medicine and maybe some food, too. Go to sleep. I’ll check in with you tomorrow,” she says, and before you can insist that Rio does not come here, she hangs up. 

Groaning, you find that you don’t have it in you to be petulant, so you make your way into bed and you fall asleep the moment your head hits the pillow. 

Snow. 

It’s just started falling, there’s barely an inch on the ground. 

The branches reach for you as you walk through them, trying to grab on and not let you go. The thicket is getting denser and darker, but there’s something calling out to you, so you keep walking. 

There’s a melodic hum, and it lulls you into feeling safe. Is it real? Is it in your head? 

Is there a difference? 

You can barely see three inches in front of you and everything is going black and you can feel wounds being torn into your face and you should really turn back now –

– you break into a clearing. 

Only this time, there’s a willow tree in the middle. You can hear something, it sounds like two women laughing. 

Are they laughing at you? 

It must be the killers, they must be taunting you, rubbing it in how you can’t catch them. 

More people are going to die, and their blood is on your hands. 

The cackling gets louder and louder and then it’s all you can hear and you clamp your hands over your ears begging for it to stop, please, god, let it stop –

– there’s a hand on your shoulder and everything is silent. 

You turn around slowly. Is it them? 

Instead, it’s a man with his eyes closed. He looks vaguely familiar, where have you seen him? 

He opens his eyes and they’re gray and it hits you. 

It’s the dead man. 

He grabs you by the shoulders and his jaw drops to scream, but no sound comes out. And then his hands grab your throat and he starts to squeeze. 

The knocking on the door to your room wakes you up and you fly out of bed, gasping for breath, still feeling the pressure around your throat. It takes a moment to collect your bearings before you realize that you’re safe and the man is dead. 

Still a little shaky, you walk to the door and unlatch it to find Dr. Vidal standing there. 

“Oh, hi,” you greet, stepping to the side so she can come in. It’s hard to meet her eyes after being fucked by her wife the day before. She holds up a container of chicken noodle soup in one hand and a box of cold medicine and a plastic grocery bag in the other. 

“Agatha said you were feeling a little under the weather,” she says, plopping the stuff down on the counter and thankfully avoiding the mounds of photos and case evidence you have right next to it. Including the knife from the woods. “Did I wake you up?” 

You rub your face and feel the pillow indentions in your cheek. “Um, yeah, I was having a bad dream though, so I don’t mind,” you joke and motion for her to take a seat. 

“I would heat up the soup first before eating,” she suggests and you pour it into a bowl and put it in the microwave. “Bad dream? Do you want to talk about it?

“Would it count as a session?”

Dr. Vidal waves her hand. “Not at all. Consider it free advice. So, what happened?” 

The microwave beeps and you open it, the soup steaming. You set it down to cool off a little. “It kind of lines up with those images I had with you and another dream I had yesterday, I think. I don’t really know how to explain it, but I think they’re memories of something? I just don’t remember it. But then there’s some things that change, like today, there was this new dead man. That was recent, so maybe they’re not memories? Maybe I’m just losing my mind.” 

“You’re not losing your mind,” she chuckles. “Dreams and memories, the real and not real, it’s easy to blur the lines. Maybe your unconscious is trying to tell you something, maybe trying to remind you of something that happened to you.” 

That makes you think for a moment. You can see the woods, the snow, whatever you keep seeing, but it’s more of just flashes in time, rather than the whole thing. You can’t see what happens before, or after. “I guess I’ll just have to see if more pieces start coming together,” you say. 

She sighs. “I know it can be confusing and probably really frustrating, but I’ll help you get to the bottom of this. I have some techniques we can try during your session in a few days. I’ll help you claw your way out of whatever this is.” 

“Thank you,” you say gratefully. “What’s in the bag?” You point to the grocery bag and she nods to give you permission. You open it and with a gasp, you find your clothes from yesterday in it, all neatly folded. “How…what…you…” There’s no words. 

“Don’t worry, it’s our little secret,” she says with a wink. 

You have to grab onto the edge of the counter so you don’t pass out. “Wait, did we…” 

“Have sex?” She asks bluntly and you’re too afraid to move. “No, we didn’t. If we did, you would remember it.” 

The thrumming starts to come back behind your eyes, despite the blush at her flirtatious words. “So, how do you have my clothes?” 

“You better eat your soup before it gets cold,” Dr. Vidal sidesteps the question and it’s clear that you’re not getting an answer. 

You slide open the drawer next to the fridge and pull out a spoon from the silverware caddy. A sharp pain sears through your head and your heart starts to race. 

The spoon has the same blue handle and emblem as the knife does. WM. Westview Motel. The spoon clatters to the ground and you begin furiously counting. Six forks. Six spoons. 

Five knives. 

When they were in your room your first night in Westview, they must’ve taken it from here. 

They’re trying to frame you. 

[xqueen-of-disasterx]

𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: fem!reader x Vi

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUT, top!Vi, bottom!reader, strap on, praise, rough sex, reader is fem, not proof read so hold on

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐲: You decided to surprise your girlfriend on Christmas eve already.

𝐀/𝐍: this still counts as Christmas right?

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐏𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧e

Soft moans and pants were audible throughout your whole apartment on this Christmas Eve. You always knew that Vi loved Christmas, it was her favorite holiday ever gf since she was little. So what better way than to gift her a bit earlier this year.

Vi let the door fall into the door with the loud thud. You heard her heavy boots fall to the ground as made her way through the hallway. “Hey cupcake, how was your-”She had finally reached the living room, her eyes taking in your almost nude form. You had put on a matching red set, bought for this occasion in particular, next to you a neatly wrapped gift box ready to be opened by her “Damn” She mumbled under her breath, the shocked expression soon turned into her usual cocky smile “Is that all for me?”

You had caught your lip between your teeth as you let your mind already wander to those dirty places, you knew she’d take you. “Mhm” you hummed, your fingers trailing over the wrapped present. “You need to unwrap your present first Violet” You cooed, knowing fully well that calling her by her full name drove her absolutely crazy. “You know you don’t have to get me anything sweetheart” She trailed off but the twinkle in her eyes told a different story as she took a seat next to you.

You watched the muscles in her arm move, as she pulled away the wrapping paper to reveal a smooth black box. You could barely contain your excitement as she you watched her confused face “Come on open it” You nudged her, a devious smile still plastered on your face.

As she opened the lid and saw the smooth leather of the harness you had gifted her, she finally understood the whole act. “I see why you wouldn’t want me opening that in front of the family” She joked her hands running over the leather of the strap on. “We should try it out” You offered, your faces only inches apart “Unwrap your second present right here under the tree?”

She didn’t even take the time to undress herself fully, her pants pulling at her feet as she pounded her new toy into your wet heat like a mad woman. With each trust she released a deep groan directly from the depths of her throat. “Such a good girl” She panted, her hands gripping your hips so tightly that it’d leave bruises by tomorrow.

“Fuck Violet you fuck me so good” You whine, your thighs shaking out of pure pleasure. She licked up the sweat running down your spine. You were clenching around her like crazy, your juices rivalling the sound of your skin slapping. You didn’t care about the ache in your knees because she fucked you like she had gone feral, wanting more and more of this moment until your whole living room stank of sex and sweat. She hand came crashing down on the sensitive skin of your ass making you yelp “are ya close?” She panted, her stamina seemingly infinite as her hips still kept up with the fast rhythm she had set “so close”

You tried to get a hold of anything of her, with your hand aimlessly grabbing behind yourself. She instantly understood what you needed pressing her body completely against yours. With a pity full moan you released all over her length sobbing out of pure pleasure. She let you ride out your orgasm stroking over your stink as she pulled out. She collapsed next to you on the ground her breathing still heavy. “Best Christmas ever”

[outerhills]

introducing perfect!kook reader

she's not exactly the nicest; only when she doesn't get her way that is.

smart-mouthed, gorgeous, wealthy and unattainable. no one could even get close enough to see the sleek perfection of her french tip nails, or the shininess of the pearl necklaces she often wears.

not a hair out of place, her clothing tailored to fit perfectly, the maintenance often costing a pretty penny.

the type of girl who replace something even if it only has the tiniest smudge. clean and sleek, kind of like patrick bateman, except she isn't as insane; just particular.

she likes pink things, pearls, cranberry juice, fur, flowers and all things costly. shopping with her is never dull, she tends to overspend, bags on bags. though, she's the go big or go home type, so instead of clothes--why not a boat?

and remember when i mentioned her unattainability? for the most part, yes.

however--she doesn't exactly hate rafe, but she'd refuse to reveal her likeness of him. it'd take actual commitment on his end for her to fully embrace how she feels about him. he's attractive, also has money, and is slightly incredibly insane.

while rafe does feel the same attraction, much of it has to do with how selective and untouchable she has painted herself. he feels making her his own is a challenge, and he's willing to accept it.

"your birthday is soon--how about a bahamas trip," he'd ask, to which she'd roll her eyes and retort, "already been, try again."

"birthday dinner?", "yawn, thats expected."

"just tell me exactly what you want; or i'll have to fuck that attitude away," "as if i'd ever let you touch me," "keep telling yourself that."

and she couldn't help but smirk, she knew exactly what she was doing.

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

@fishuwu

You brought this on yourself:

“All Might!” Izumi shouted, trying to get to him. The baton he’d handed her was sparking with the electricity running through it and she casually jabbed Magne in the side when the woman aimed her magnet at her, ducking under the swing.

When Izumi reached the hero’s side she hissed seeing the bloody mess that was his torso. All Might looked at her, something in his eyes before he grabbed her free hand swiped something in her palm, the wetness of it confusing Izumi as he closed her hand around it. “Run, and keep this safe.” he ordered. Izumi didn’t hesitate, bolting as soon as the man shoved her. Her clenched hand she kept tucked to her chest as she whirled around with her baton, making a swipe at Toga who danced backwards with a glare. Best Jeanist shot his threads out at her and Izumi lunged into them, dragged away quickly by the hero.

“Once upon a time,” All Might said in a booming voice. “There were two brothers at the start of the age of Quirks. The younger was sickly and Quirkless. The older though had another Quirk. The ability to take and give Quirks.

“Why are you telling my story All Might?” the man, the villain, fighting All Might asked. “I know it already.” Izumi landed beside Best Jeanst, baton still ready for battle. Her hand she kept close to her.

“You injured?” Jeanist asked her.

“Scrapes and bruises. They wanted to recruit me, said I was brainwashed.” Izumi told him. Yeah sure. She was brainwashed by nineteen years of hate towards her, clawing her way into heroics only to be forced to leave her home as her mother refused to believe she deserved it. Screaming she stole it from someone worthy.

She got lucky Hawks liked her. That Hawks cared about her.

“The elder man began out as a helpful figure, but soon his true intentions were revealed. He wanted power, and more of it.” All Might said. He punched at the villain who waved away the blast. Steam was pouring off All Might. “His brother wished to stop him. In an attempt…”

“To convince his brother, the man forced a Quirk upon him I know, I was the one who did it.” the villain said boredly. “And of course the rest of the story is that my brother had a Quirk all along, the ability to pass on his own Quirk which could also absorb other Quirks. When I gave him a stockpiling Quirk, they bonded. What is your point?” the man shot more of his tentacles out, and All Might punched them away.

“That Quirk continued through the years!” All Might yelled. “It continued down for generations, going through until me!” another punch and the steam seemed to overwhelm him before it vanished. Izumi’s mouth dropped open.

“Yagi-sensei!?” She gasped. Best Jeanist’s own shock felt like a physical thing, the hero stiff as he stared at the fight.

Izumi stared at the man who she knew for the teo years. Her old neighbour who had provided her a safe place when she needed it. Who helped her get her things and escape. The man who taught classes along with his boss All Might at UA. The man who shot her brilliant smiles and who cheered her on as a fuck you to society.

“When we had our last battle, I was injured badly enough I knew my hero career would be over!” Yagi said loudly. “I began looking for someone to pass my Quirk to. I eventually met a young woman so much like myself.” He laughed. “A Quirkless woman who wanted to be a hero to save people. She inspired me! Convinced me that perhaps I should appear as the Quirkless Tagi Toshinori rather then the all powerful All Might to judge my successor!”

“But you didn’t pass it on,” the villain said. “I can tell, you still have One for All.” he wasn’t attacking, obviously as surprised as Izumi and the rest of those watching at the scene.

“I got a job at UA and went through candidates. My former sidekick offered one up and I eventually dismissed him for a comment about the Quirkless woman who got into heroics!” All Might continued. “She proved herself, over and over again even when everyone doubted her!” Suddenly it clicked and Izumi opened her hand. A smear of red blood was on it, wet and almost shining.

“Yet you didn’t offer her it?” The villain said. All Might scoffed.

“She wished to be a Quirkless hero, and I knew she could do it. I knew it when she got into UA, when she beat two strongly Quirked students in her first combat practise, when she fought through the sports festival, when she faced Stain. She would be the perfect successor, a symbol of Hope and Change! But I would not offer her a piece of hair, would not give her my DNA unless she wished it.” All Might laughed. “No other would I ever wish to succeed me, and if she wished it now I would never force her to take it.”

Izumi stared at her hand, at the streak of blood. She slowly lifted her head. Shigaraki had turned and looked at her. Their eyes locked, and Izumi almost swore that a year passed. They stared at one another, neither moving.

It was a choice.

She lifted her hand and covered her mouth, licking up the streak of blood as Shigaraki yelled out, “SENSEI!”

The villain whirled to face Izumi. The heavy not-gaze he held over her made her want to run. Instead she pushed her shoulders back and stared back. Readied her baton, as her feet widened and her teeth became bared.

“It takes two hours girl, for the Quirk to activate!” the man shouted at her. Yagi… Toshinori seemed to be bulking up behind the man. “Plenty of time-”

One last punch came. The villain flew forward, slamming onto the ground as Shigaraki screamed for his sensei. The other villains grabbed him and began dragging him, trying to follow the command from earlier. A portal appeared and they vanished.

The big villain didn’t move. Toshinori dropped.

Izumi ran. She bolted from Jeanist, running towards All Might, towards Toshinori. She ran faster then she ever had, stepping over the villain and going right to the skeleton form of her friend. “Toshinori!” pulled from her lips as she dropped to her knees beside his head. “I have bandages-”

“No,” coughed the hero. He looked at her with his dark eyes. “It’s okay Izumi.”

“No it’s not I can… can I give it back?!” Izumi begged. He shook his head, looking at her with a softness he showed only for her.

“No.” he smiled at her, blood on his teeth. “You can’t and that’s okay young Izumi. You don’t even have to keep it if you don’t wish. Give it to another hero if you want, keep on your path.”

“No, you gave it to me.” Izumi told him, sniffiling. “It’s mine now.” the words echoed, drawing the memory of her holding the terribly made stuffed animal. She reached out to pull his head into her lap. “No one should die alone.” she said sofly.

“I’m not. You’re here, my daughter… my daughter is here.” Toshinori said, eyes holding her face. The lights were dimming. God, Izumi wanted to laugh and cry. The entire scene was dramatic, something out of a movie.

It was fitting. Fitting for All Might, for the larger then life hero who saved everyone with a smile. Fitting for Yagi Toshinori who could quote any superhero movie from the pre-Quirk age. Fitting for her dad.

“I love you dad.” she said, leaning down to kiss his forehead.

“I love you to…” he breathed out and then he was done. Izumi’s tears spilled down her cheeks, her sobs echoing. She lifted her head to scream her grief, the tears falling around her. She cried and cried, unaware of how much time had passed until she stopped.

The villain was being handcuffed when she finished. The heroes were giving her room. However a reporter’s drone was in the air, watching. Izumi bared her teeth. She removed her father’s head from her lap gently before standing. She pointed her fan at the drone.

“I know this is probably live. I’ve been a fan fo heroes since I was born and I know this is going to end up beings made into memes, gifs and reactions. I know you’ll see this Shigaraki Tomura.” she snarled out. “I said before I’ve been fighting a War since I was a child. And I still am, it’s just now my opponent is you.” she grinned, fierce and dangerous. “Getting a Quirk didn’t level the playingfield, I’ve always been as equal as you. I’ve always been fighting on even footing. It just gave me a boost. It gave me a new advantage.” she stared down the camera, shaking in her shoes. What was she doing? Why was she doing this? “I’m the Warrior. And you just declared war on me, war on society. So I’ll meet you head one. But I’m not alone.” Izumi said. “Uravity, Ingenium, Psyren, Froppy, Anima, all of my class is with me. All of 1B is with me. Eraserhead, Present Mic, Nezu, Midnight, Snipe- all of UA is with me.” she bared her teeth again. “Best Jeanist, Hawkes, Endeavour, Wash, Miruko, they’re all with me! So are the reporters, so are the support engineers! You want a war on society? You think we’ll all fall to you? Watch us fight back! Because this isn’t a 1v1 battle! It’s not multiplayer! I won’t let another person die for this War! So watch your back boy!”

[rin-hanarin]

Welp, I guess it's time for me to filter out the Veilguard spoilers. I was chill with them for a while, but I'm catching some wild ones I'd rather learn from the game, there's gonna be nothing left by the time the game actually comes out. If only people weren't tagging literally everything including minor bullshit as spoilers.

[mamawasatesttube]

the whole "jason rules crime alley and none of the other bats are allowed there!!1!" thing is so funny like. tim LITERALLY lives in the theater where bruce's parents died,

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

.

[lecliss]

I'll never be able to take the theory that Vincent is Sephiroth's real father seriously cuz I cannot stress enough how important I think it is to the plot that Vincent wanted to fuck Lucrecia and did not get to.

[quietwingsinthesky]

Have you ever played/watched a playthrough of the game 12 Minutes? I think you'd like one of the reveals in it.

I did watch a full playthrough a while back. Unfortunately for this recommendation, I thought it was <3 stupid <3 No offense to anyone who likes it, I just thought the design of the loop in the first place was a bit clunky, the characters were sort of eh, and then the reveals themselves were, as I remember and as they played out on whatever stream I was watching, just kind of bad? A poorly put together story surrounded by poorly put together gameplay, but. like. willem dafoe was there 👍

[neo-shitty]

finally catching up with bsd after one hell of a month (+ midterms) 🫠

[plan-bliz]

The thing about suddenly taking a modern fnaf anthro au seriously is that i have to figure out how everyone is related lmao

Bc just for the bit i made each species related to each other biologically (all the bears are related, the rabbits are related, the chickens & foxes yadda yadda...) but ALSO i wanna keep the GROUPS together too (classics all know each other, rockstars all know each other, nightmares all know each other...)

Its just. Kinda weird to figure out sometimes because holy SHIT it really would be a small world

[rosesradio]

i think my university fucking bit me wtf

[moonpaw]

the final island is called Laugh Tale, so many characters have unique laughs, Nami laughed freely for the first time in years in the company of others after faking it for so long, Genzo wore a pinwheel on his head because it was the only way baby Nami would laugh around him, Usopp saw a girl falling into depression after losing her parents and devoted a year to making up stories just to get her to laugh, Chopper and Robin were both finally given positive attention by someone and copied their laughs for a short while (Chopper's case an adoptive father, Robin's case her first friend outside of archeologists) Robin lost everything when her home burned down and she tried to desperately laugh the pain away but with the same laugh as Saul before he was frozen alive, Luffy kicks Crocodile's ass but not before demanding him to give Vivi back the country because if it was truly her country she would be laughing a lot more, there's a major war going on and everyone around luffy couldn't help but laugh and rally behind him just because he was being himself despite the environment, there was someone called Joyboy 800 years ago and he brought laughter where he went, the main character is so goofy and silly and laughter that even when he's trying to fight seriously he ends up doing goofy shit that makes you or the people around him burst into laughter, one of his main powerups later on derives on how much he laughs and you can't help but laugh at the silliness of it all

it's a comedy, but it has it's dark and serious and heavy moments but every time it reminds you to laugh and be free!! laughter is so important! a tale of laughs!

it's such an important and major theme through the series but it can be missed so easily, it's in your face but it's not

how many people luffy and the straw hats have saved by bringing their smiles back to their faces, to let them laugh to their hearts content

do you see, do you see

sometimes i remember that one piece's main theme is laughter and i kinda choke up about it

[shidoukanae]

I would like to make an addendum to this piece with the new chapter out and say that I was wrong about Phillip, he's great, 10/10 he went from being a giant red flag of a character to being genuinely relatable and man do i feel bad about side-eyeing him for that line he said last chapter

Also this chapter finally wrapped up another plot thread I was waiting for it to return to and waaaaaah seeing someone else's POV on Helene is so nice (and we finally got another flashback of OG Helene for like,, the first time in literally forever). Helene being called out as a lonely person who hides her kind feelings behind a cold expression...man suddenly my fondness for Helene is increasing thousandfold

Like literally how the fuck does this manga keep making Helene better and better there's literally nothing disappointing about her character and im STILL shook about it