#like not to be rude or anything but OC and the reader|y/n are different

[swiss-mrs]

Can you write a second chance a love with SY. He and reader were exes and tension has built up where he can’t help but kiss you and profess that he still misses you. Thanks!

Second Chances

Captain Syverson x GN!Reader

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: Mentions of Failed (Military) Relationships, Mentions of Fighting/Regretted Words Exchanged, Slight Sexism/Toxic Masculinity/Trad Views, Self-Doubt, Slight Depression, Sy is Able to Lift Reader, Angst with Happy Ending (As Requested)

Reader/Unnamed OC Description: No Physical Descriptions, No Mentions of Race, Height, Weight, Ethnicity, Etc., Age is 25+, Sy is 35+, No Use of Y/N, Only You/Your Pronouns, Mentioned as “darling" and "beautiful", otherwise gender neutral.

Life is… fine. Wake up. Go to work. Come back home to your apartment. Eat. Sleep. Repeat. There wasn't really anything to complain about, but there was a notable loss. The only thing is now you're just used to it.

In the beginning, it was always the little things, someone passing with a similar cologne, a specific food brand at the grocery store, a familiar street you no longer pass by as often. Eventually, the watery eyes tamed to a pang in your chest. Now, it's all just numbness. Even with friends, your smile makes appearances again, but the happiness doesn't quite reach your eyes the way it used to. It's been so long, they just stopped mentioning it, but you still notice the occasional pity look.

It's a crazy thing to think about how you've lived more of your life without him than you have with him, but that doesn't lessen the effect.

You'd survived your childhood, your teenage years, and early twenty-something without him. After meeting the most handsome man you'd ever laid eyes on, you'd be foolish not to reciprocate his advances. Though you shortly had your skepticism after finding out his occupation, he was quick to assure you he was no quick trip, and ultimately, you caved.

And he for sure had you, for years in fact. He had you completely believing every one of his ‘I love you's and ‘forever's, yet here you are, missing the way he'd fill up the space in your life.

You'd had a life before him, a decently fulfilling, single life until he showed up and screwed that all up. He wasn't necessarily your first ‘love’, but he was definitely your first ‘true love’. And, now, you were feeling the effects of that loss.

The first thing that hit you after your split with Sy was anger, pure reactivity to how everything ended. How dare he call you ‘too much’. How dare he try to pull the whole ‘you signed up for this’ bullshit. He had the audacity to make every problem your problem. Fuck him for making your ‘forever’ just another failed military love that should've known better.

You were soon to block him, not wanting to hear any of his ‘I'm sorry's or ‘can we talk's. You'd already talked, talked a little too much. You were done. ‘Let it die’ was your mantra for months. He ruined you, had you looking in the mirror different. You couldn't talk to anyone, express yourself, ask for help, be vulnerable without seeing it as annoying, dramatic, ‘too much’. Maybe, it was just you?

You took it upon yourself to change, distance yourself, drift away. Was it just you? No one made a comment about how they suddenly heard from you less. Were you really too much?

For a long while, you wished he'd cheated, abused, something, anything to make you hate him. Could you really hate him for it? You didn't work out. That's not his fault. He didn't understand you, and a couple of rude words weren't nearly enough to hate him. He was ultimately a good guy. He was never unfaithful, never would even dare to think of laying a hand on you, but when it was all said and done, he was a bit neglectful. But, how much of that was him, and how much of it was his job? Oftentimes, it was hard to distinguish. Too often was it an excuse.

Did he love you? sure. Could he have loved more? yes. Too often did it feel like he was one-sided. You were there for him, not the other way around. You are his, not the other way around. You needed him, not the other way around. And to have that shoved back in your face when you brought it up was not the right reaction. He shouldn't feel like an animal cornered when you brought up a concern, something he did that hurt you, but he did. A valid point shouldn't be shot down or argued with counterpoint, but it was. Now, you can only second guess yourself, and that shouldn't be how it is, but it is.

You loved too hard, that will haunt you. He loved too little, and that will forever haunt him.

He hated himself. You were everything he ever prayed for, a beautiful partner with a beautiful smile and a beautiful soul, someone he could have forever. He didn't realize that the thought of ‘having someone’ was wrong of him. He was selfish. You never did anything but show him your heart, your mind, and he blew it up in your face. He destroyed something, someone so beautiful. A day hasn't passed that he wasn't filled with regret. He couldn't even smile or laugh anymore. He became scary.

He'd lost the one piece of true happiness in his life, and it was his fault.

He craved you. He needed you, but he was too late. Why couldn't he have realized what he had sooner? Appreciate you like you deserve. Love you like you deserve. He knows he has it in him, but he just couldn't. fucking. see. it. He wants to kick his own ass for it. He desperately wants to turn back time, go back with the mindset he has now, or at least beat it into his past self.

He'd gotten too damn comfortable being in the military. Vulnerability is weakness. Why would he use his words? Why think about anything, decode? Feelings are best buried. He's a man's-man, and a man only needs to protect and provide

He believed that ideology never gave him issues until you. You challenged that ideal. You asked him for his thoughts, his feelings. You wanted to know. You cared. It annoyed him. Why the fuck would he care? Sure he had thoughts and feelings somewhere, but he pushed them down. Why bring them back up? You surely had too much time on your hands to be concerned with what he was thinking. You wanted connection. He knows that now, but what is that going to do for him now?

He immediately felt the effects of your absence. He was deployed when you left your shared home. He watched you leave on the security camera, car packed to the brim. Sure, he had felt a type of way about it then, but then he was only apologizing for the sake of it. He was just another man in the wrong. Apologize to your upset partner, make up, and move on, but oh, was it so much more different now.

He was filed to the brim with remorse. Even then, he had visions of your shared future, retiring or climbing ranks to settle in one place, building a family, a home, preferably on a large, secluded plot of land. How he looks on with different eyes at that ‘future’ now. He never truly believed in all that ‘grass is greener’ ‘know what you have ‘til it's gone’ B.S. until he'd lost you. He gets it now.

It wasn't until that switch was flipped for him to realize you blocked him, excommunicated. He was gone so much that he never got a chance to build any sort of relationship with your friends. It irritates him now that he is probably known as just the shitty military ex. The closest thing he has to you is a friend of a friend of his who is a friend of a friend of yours. At first, he'd rather die than try to reach out to you that way, but now, there was no line, no bridge he wouldn't cross to just get one more moment with you.

He'd been stewing on it for the last year and a half. You'd moved and blocked him. It seemed utterly hopeless to reconnect, but something came up recently that has him itching again.

He's been promoted. A good job, good position, and in one place. It was perfect. The start of your ‘forever’ together. The only thing missing is you. Friend of a friend² be damned. He had to fix this, and just his luck to find you. Just your luck to be found.

It took several minutes for you to lay eyes on him, but he spotted you immediately. The second you walked through the door of your new favorite café, he saw you. He couldn't believe it. He originally pulled himself into this place because it simply reminded him of you. It had you written all over it. He felt closer to you here. He wouldn't have guessed you would just walk in like this. His eyes followed you as you stood in line and ordered.

He noticed you glance around the café briefly and still not spot him seated at a back table facing the exit. His heart raced, seeing your eyes wander before going to your phone. He knew that look, though. You were only fidgeting with it, trying to make yourself look busy to avoid any social awkwardness. It made him grin as he stared longingly. There were some things that didn't change.

It had been a whole two years since you last saw Sy, about eight months since you stopped seeing him in every stranger. You weren't going to back track now, so you stared down blankly at your phone to keep yourself from staring at the familiar looking guy in the corner. He was missing a thick beard and a shaved head, but with a quick glance, he looked an awful lot like heartbreak.

Sy knew he was on borrowed time, the chances of you sitting alone in any kind of restaurant was slim to none, and considering you weren't looking for seating meant you were grabbing and going. He had to think of something and fast.

His body was standing, and his feet were moving before his mind could catch up. It wasn't until he was about two feet away that he stopped and started panicking. You noticed the man standing in your peripheral, but you kept your head down to avoid any awkward eye contact. That was until your name fell from his lips, causing you to look up from your phone.

“Sy?” Your eyes widened and your brows furrowed together. Your heart immediately started blasting in your ears. You couldn't breathe. You'd thought about running into him again, about all you wanted to say to him, telling him off? apologizing? But that was before your move, before you forced him out of your mind. Now, you were face to face with your anxiety and dreaded nightmare. Your name was muffled from his mouth and to your ears the second time.

“Hi. How have you been?” He wanted to punch himself in the face for how casual that came out, but he quite honestly couldn't think of anything better to say without falling over his own words. He awaited a response from you, but you only stared like a deer in headlights.

You genuinely couldn't hear a word coming out of his mouth. Was he talking? He had to have been. His mouth was moving, but it was like his voice was muffled. Something you assume was your name came out again before your name was called a bit louder by a different voice behind you.

You whip your head around to find a perky barista with a drink in hand, looking in your direction. You scurry over to her and take your drink with a curt thank you, as polite as you can muster in this moment. Without even a second glance, you're making a rushed escape for the exit. Your name is called again, but you're tunnel visioned on the door out.

Sy's stomach tightens and drops at the sight of your flee, but again his body is in full control at this point. He's utterly in shock. He didn't know what to expect, but this was his chance. All he knew is that he couldn't let you leave, not again, so this time, he chased after you.

As soon as you're out the door, he's right behind you, having to catch the door from slamming on him. He calls out for you again, but you don't stop, so he keeps running.

It's once you're passed the café windows that he finally catches up. He reaches to grab for your arm but quickly changes his mind to just step in front of you instead. “Wait! Please, darlin’, wa-”

“Don't call me that.” He's taken aback by the sudden words but retracts nonetheless.

“Please. Wait.” It was at this point that you both have fallen silent that you get a good look at him. His hair has grown out of its ‘tactical buzzcut’ and into a pretty generic cut that was redeemed by the dark curls atop his head. His beard was now trimmed down to only some scruff and a mustache. It was an odd combination of seeing him with more and less hair than usual, but he was just as handsome as ever, unfortunately.

The pause between you both was long. Though it should be awkward, it was also strangely comfortable or rather empty. Being in each other's presence again was like putting on an old hoodie. It was cathartic and familiar, but the memories, the history, was hard to get passed. Your name falls from his lips again, a lot softer and barely there. Your eyes were trained on his face, unable to look away. His were downcast.

“I… I….” His eyes close as he takes a deep breath in an attempt to gain some composure. His bottom lip juts out a bit as his mouth tightens into a little frown. “Please, I need to talk with you.” He opens his eyes, encapsulating your gaze in his.

The sight of his eyes outside of your memory is enough to empty your brain of any thought, so you remain silent. But he needs an answer from you, so he waits.

“What is there to talk about?” You say. He can tell by the look in your eyes that you built walls that weren't there before, and it shakes him to his core. He did that.

“A lot.” He sighs, huffing out a singular humorless laugh through his nose. His face briefly quirks like it wants to give a smile to match the short laugh, but the overwhelming weight of the situation at hand just won't allow for it.

You stare up at him for a few beats of silence, both of your chests tight with anxiety. You've never seen him so close to breaking down. He's never seen you so blank. Neither of you really knows what to do, but eventually, your eyes fall from his face before you walk passed him.

Sy freezes. The world around him simultaneously crumbles and halts. His breathing completely stills. You don't get five steps away before you turn back and call after him, “You want to talk. I'm not giving you another chance to do so.” You say, expecting him to follow you. As soon as the realization hits, he moves with haste. He's beside you walking before you're even done turning back around.

It was a good two blocks before Sy spoke up. “How have you been?” He tries again, looking over to you as you walk.

“Fine.” You answer curtly. It makes Sy frown again. It's the kind of ‘fine’ you'd give a stranger, and he hates that that's what you've become. He feels a bit shut down but continues. This is his chance.

“Well, that's, um, good to hear.” He states, but the end of the sentence inflicts an upward tone, almost into a question.

“I wasn't for a long time, but now, I'm fine.” You add, and it's the hardest punch in the gut Sy has ever received. His jaw clenched as he nodded. He swallows, trying to carefully choose his words, knowing how much each one counts.

“Darlin-” He cuts himself off by correcting it to your name. He sighs again, “Please, genuinely hear me when I express how sorry I am.”

“I'm sure you are.” He glosses over your response, continuing.

“Look, I know I've said it before, but, in all honesty, I didn't-” He cuts himself off again, making sure he words it correctly.

“Didn't mean it?” You finished, a bit annoyed.

“No.” He's quick to correct, “I meant it.” He says, determined, “I knew that I had made you upset, and I knew to apologize for it, but I didn't really know the meaning behind it.” He admits. “I didn't understand.” He confirms what you already know. “I was foolish. Stuck in an old way.” He pauses with another frown. “I didn't understand why you wanted to dig into me. I didn't understand that you were only trying to connect with me, really connect. I got defensive. ” He looks up from the ground to your eyes with a sad, guilty look, like he's confessing. “I was stupid and didn't believe in sharing every part of me with you.” He slows his pace, forcing you to match until you're stopped in front of him.

You're facing each other as he continues with his confession. “I thought doing so would make me less of a man, but I understand now.” He gives you a quick, little, sad smile before it disappears into a guilty frown. “I understand that it was an integral part of strengthening our bond, our love. You'd show me every part of you in return for me doing the same, and we'd accept each other, every part.” He gives another sad smile that breaks your heart all over again. He looks down shamefully with a hard look on his face, “I understand now.”

You look at him with a sad pout. Half of you wants to give him a piece of your mind. Two years!? It took all that time to just now fucking realize what you were asking of him!? But the other half didn't know how to feel. What is he trying to do? Redeem himself? What.

“So that's it? You just wanted to give me an actual apology?” He can see that your walls are still up. He fixes his jaw.

“Yes, but,” He starts. He knew that you weren't going to just fall into his arms, but he still hoped it would be that easy to just pick up where you left off. He sighs with his eyes closed, this time shakily, nervous. It confuses you as you've never seen the Captain Syverson nervous. “I've been…” He stops short, pausing. Jesus, you never thought you'd see the day this immovable mountain of a man revert to the demeanor of a reprehensible child. “I know we can't pick up where we left off, and I kind of don't want to,” He tries again, this time getting a confused and slightly offended expression from you, “but can we, maybe, start over?” He looks at you with the most hopeful, pitiful puppy eyes you've ever seen, another thing you never thought you'd see from him.

The air forcefully leaves your lungs as all the progress you've made through the years to try and make yourself impenetrable leaves with it. Your chest tightens as you try to will the upcoming tears away. It's your turn to let out a humorless laugh. You shake your head, looking off into the distance, “You really hurt me, Sy.” You look back at him with the most heartbreaking expression. He nearly looks close to tears at the sight. “I'm too much. I'm needy. I expect too much.”

“No, no, no.” He stops you, stepping closer only to get you retreating from him. Your step back drives the heartbreak further into his chest. He shakes his head in utter disagreement, a disgusted grimace on his features. “You're not. You're. not. I was foolish and childish, and I was not ready for you.”

“But you're ready now?” You interject in disbelief.

“Yes,” He states firmly without hesitation. He steps up again. This time, your body visibly tenses, but you don't move away. “I'm more than ready. I need you.” He takes another smaller, gentler step forward. “I hate that it took you leaving for me to see that, but I do.”

“Sy-”

“Please. Please. Don't say it's too late. Don't say we can't try again. Please, just one more chance.” He looks down abruptly like a private who just got caught looking at a superior officer. He's begging. He knows how he hurt you and your trust. Like a dog showing its belly, he's trying to show you his submission. Ultimately, it's in your hands, but he's determined.

You stare at him while trying to decipher the mess in your mind. “Sy.” You say a bit more calmly. His demeanor doesn't change. You sigh, “How do I know you wouldn't just fall back into old habits? What if, even after all this, you just repeat the same closed book bullshit? What's different?” You try to find his eyes, but they remain downcast as he stays still.

“I've been promoted.” He states a bit detached, purely stating fact, anything you want from him. “I'd no longer be in the field, no longer deployed. I'd be in one place.” He purses his lips into another right frown. “It's the start of what we used to talk about.” He says, words laced with hope and nostalgia. “Remember?” He tests, voice as soft as silk. Your eyes sadden even more, looking down with a miniscule nod. “I can settle down. Stop putting myself in the line of fire every day. I'd come home to you every night, wake up with you every mornin’.” His eyes soften as they peer up at you through his dark eyelashes. “Get that dream house.” He raises his brows with soft eyes and a sigh of a grin.

“Sy.” He quickly follows with your name before you continue. The gentle way your name rolls off his tongue makes your heart race at a concerning rate. “I,” you sigh, “I can't just run back to you after all this time.” You scoff out a sad laugh.

“So, let's just start with a date.” He tries again softly, melting your heart in your chest. “No pressure, no expectations, just one do-over.” His eyes flutter softly as his eyes return to their submissive downcast. “A reintroduction to the people we've become. A second first date.” He concludes. You can't help but let out a soft giggle despite trying to hold yourself together. Though it's sad, Sy has never heard a more beautiful sound. His chest swells with hope.

It takes time for you to make up your mind, and he gives it to you. Your everything was already screaming at you to say yes, but you couldn't let him know that, so you took your time. “Okay.” You cave. Sy's brows shoot up, and his face breaks out into a huge, mouth agape smile. The image of pure, overjoyed surprise.

He can't help himself but close the distance between you and scoop you in his arms, twirling you around, with a victorious laugh. The shock of it all and contagious joy causes you to let out a small giggle. He looks up at you in his arms and drops you down enough to plant a kiss on your lips. Though quick, the kiss was filled with nothing but longing and love.

As if realizing what's happened, he's quick to gently set you back down and take a step back, returning to the same distance you were at prior. He is a bit awkward with his hands before setting them on his hips. He still has a bright smile on his face, “I,” he huffs, “You have no idea how you've just made me the happiest man to ever exist.” He tries to just quickly move passed what just happened. “So, could I, maybe, get your number?” He says, trying his best to contain his joy.

You laugh, admittedly a little awkward. “It's the same one.” You fidget, “I can, uh, I'll unblock you, as long as you have the same number as well, I mean.” You stumble. He nods.

“Yeah. Yeah, it's the same one.” He sighs, content. His eyes are filled with admiration and adoration, like you hung the moon and stars single handedly. It was everything you ever wanted from him to see his love within him.

You quickly pull your phone out and unblock his number on the spot. “There.” You shoot him a quick text. Even after all this time, his tagname never changed in your phone. You hear his phone ding moments later, and he pulls it out with an even brighter smile and a sigh of relief. He never thought he'd see your name pop up in his notifications again. Once again, it's always the little things that are missed.

“Are you free this weekend? Friday night, maybe?” He asks. You give him a small smile and a nod. “Great! Great, I'll- I'll pick you up? We can get dinner after work and…start over.” He sighs. He's both a little sad and over the moon. He wants nothing more than to do a quick catch-up and just start pouring his love into you, but hey, beggars can't be choosers. You give another small smile.

“I can't wait.” You say. He nods curtly. “You can tell me all about your new job.” His face brightens at you, showing interest in him again. He steps forward to stand beside you, holding out his elbow.

“Let me walk you to your car.” You breathe out a small chuckle before hooking your hand in his elbow, taking back to the café parking lot. Just a few paces in, Sy leans in closer to you to whisper in a low tone, “I know we're going to go slow, but I just want to say… I missed you.” You look into his deep blue eyes before looking down at his mustached lips.

“I've missed you too.” You whisper back with a small smile.

The remainder of the work week, Sy was notably different, even getting some teasing comments from coworkers. Your friends tried tearing into you, asking why you suddenly looked like the life returned in you, but you kept your lips sealed. You were taking things one step at a time with Sy.

The most anyone got was “I have a date.”

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I hope you liked it! Thank you so much for the request, Anon! I hope I did it justice. (sorry it took so long. I've been a bit under the weather😅)

Masterlist

Swisslist (General Taglist): @rosecentury @solacedthistest

[riniworld]

i didn't plan it that way

YANDERE!mafia boss oc x f!reader

warnings// obsession,yandere themes,mention of tutoring,killing and blood,violence,guns,not proofread

refrence// you,mention of girl one time,y/n

looking at nothing drowning in his thoughts.

one of orson's men was telling him the last updates and if he had any meeting to attend.

but orson wasn't listening,he was like that for three days,spacing out at any time,sometimes even talks to himself.

his men was concerned,he didn't act like that in his whole life

"uhm,boss?"

"..."

it was so awkward,the man start feeling uncomfortable and he didn't know if he should go or stay

suddenly someone knocked in the door

orson snap from his thoughts but the one who knocked the door didn't wait untill his permission.

"surprise!" the man opened the door aggressively.

orson looked at him in disguise,"go out" he said to the other man who was reporting to him,he get out as soon as those words leavs orson's mouth.

"eh you didn't change anything,still so "orson style" "the man said as he was looking all over the office

"what got you here,max?" orson said in a cold tone

max leaned on orson office with a big smile "I'm here to visit my friend,isn't it obvious?"

"mhm i believed you"

max laugh loudly and put an arm around orson's shoulder "oh come on why would i be here in your opinion?"

"...because you got your ass in a big mess?"

"yeah,trust issues" he rolled his eyes and walked back to sit in front of orson "won't you treat me to something?"

"no."

"rude!"

"now seriously what are you here for?"

"nothing" max smiled awkwardly

"...."

"fine,you know the one who calls himself "the black angel"?"

"don't tell me.."

"not my fault he challenged me!"

orson sighs "and now you want to protect yourself in my base?"

"you're too clever my frie-"

"no"

"...huh"

"I'm not your father to come to me whenever you're in a trouble,max.you're an adult."

max crossed his arms and let a "hmph".

"...unless there's a benefit you'll give me?"

"I'll help you with the technologies things!" he answered so quickly like he expected orson's answer

"...i already have someone in this position"

"i knew you'd-wait what??...since when??"

"none of your business"

"whatever,but will you really just throw me to danger?"

"yes."

".....pretty pleaseee"

"why would i hide you here and get everyone in danger?"

"because I'm your very very very dear friend?"

"not enough"

"atleast you didn't deny it" max murmured. "come oooonn let me here just for three days?"

".....just this once"

"you're the best!"

you were sitting on the cold floor,like the first time you were here but the difference is that you're now all alone in a dark room.

you don't know how you're still alive untill now,or even sane.

orson wasn't easy with you,if you fought he'll hurt you,if you told him to kill you he'll hurt you,if you didn't do anything he'll say some harsh words and go,what did he want??

he was tutoring you physically and mentally and you can't handle this anymore.

you flinch when the door open,no one cime to you other than orson.

you gather yourself together in the corner as he was going down the stairs slowly.

he stops a few meters away from you,staring at your soul.

you tried to not look afraid but you couldn't,you're don't even know if you're shivering from the cold or fear.

orson walks to you untill he's in front of you,he sat down to your level.

he moved his hand to your face,you closed your eyes praying for whoever can hear you that he wouldn't hit you.

to your surprise he just put his hand gently on your cheek

"...your cold" he said in whisper,As if he didn't know he was the one who put you out in this dark,cold room.

he stayed silent after that just looking at you,when you open your eyes he was looking at you with wired eyes,they wasn't as cold and emotionless,they were...soft?

his breath quicken as he bring his face closer to yours,you couldn't do any sudden movement because of fear.

he was too close that you can feel his breath tickles your lips

when he was about to finally cut the distance between you

loud sound comes from above, as if something has broken,orson stopped,he mutter something under his breath and left.

what just happen? was he about to..? why would he?

you were confused and shocked at the same time,is this the same cold violent person you know?

....wait he didn't lock the door! should you escape?

can you anyway? in a place filled with his men it's impossible to run away....isn't it?

you don't know how to feel about that.

"WHAT'S HAPPENING HERE??" orson yells

there was some men who where running after max who was holding some documents

when they hear orson's the men stood in a respect,expect max.

"ah,hello again dude" max said with a big smile

"what are you doing for god sake?!"

"eh why so angry? i just wanted to take a look at these documents"

orson snatch them from him "don't play with my work"

"whao whao chill,it's not like I'll steal it or something"

orson looked at max with furious then he left to his office

he slammed the document on the table and sat down with his head between his hands.

"what's wrong with me"

was all he could think about.

max was doing a tour in the base,looking for something to entertain him

untill he come across a metal door.

what was there?

max open the door slowly.

you freeze,you were just about to go out,what a luck.

you return to your place thinking it's orson,if he saw you trying to go out you won't be okay.(it's not like you are now)

when the door opened completely,there stood someone....he wasn't orson?!

when he saw you he's eyes growing wide

"who are you?" was the first thing he said

was that your chance to escape?

you tried to talk but you start crying and the gasps were breaking your voice "please-*sob* help me"

max looked behind him before he rush to you

you held into his arms repeating "help me" over and over again

"oh you poor thing" max said in empathy.

but as much as he wanted to get you out of here he didn't know if it's a good idea.

he knew orson for a long time to know that if he did that the consequences will be dire.

max hugged you "you're freezing,how could he do this to a fragile girl"

you looked up to him "please help me,i-i don't want to stay here anymore"

"i-"

clap clap clap "What a scene"

you're heartbeat stopped,as the footsteps gets closer and closer

"what did i say about to not play with my work,max?"

you and max looked at orson with horror

"o-orson i didn't-"

"i knew it was wrong to trust you" orson started to pull his gun out.

max stood up in defense "whao there calm down i didn't do anything!"

"yet,and i'm going to stop you before you do"

bang

you let a scream as you watched max fall in front of you.

orson didn't stop there he kept shooting and shooting,there was this eeri smile on his face.

he wasn't going to stop anytime soon.

"STOP PLEASE STOP!!" you shouted as loud as you can.

and there orson stoped,he looked at you with the same cold eyes.

he throw his gun away and took you by your hand,he didn't care if others saw you alive anymore.

he throw you at the back seat of his car then he sat in the driver's seat.

he start driving fast and kept saying things like "it's your fault/you're the one who made me do that/why would you do that to me second time?!"

you couldn't get the image of max out of your head,you couldn't even cry,his blood was all over you,like you're the one who killed him

after not long you arrived at a big luxurious house,orson opened the door and demanded "get out" in a harsh tone.

you wasn't in a state to question anything,you just follow.

then you arrived in front of a door he opened the door and get you in.

he left you alone,like always but atleast the room was furnished and warm.

but you couldn't care,you just wanted to take the blood off of you,it's driving you insane.

after like five hour the door opened again.

and of course it was orson,but he was more calm now.

you didn't even look at him,just kept your head down,you don't want to see him anymore.

he sighed and walk closer to you.

when you didn't move he sat beside you,you flinch,as much as you try you can't not be afraid from him.

he kept silent for sometime then he speaks

"i hate it....i hate when i see the fear in your eyes,like you're looking at a monster."

you looked away

"i know I'm a monster...but not for you"

he took your hand and you jump.

he bring it to his mouth and kissed it.

"i don't like hurting you,do you think i do?...i don't like hearing you cry or scream but i can't control myself"

"y/n..."

he start getting closer and closer untill he's nearly on top of you

"i really love you,i didn't plan on loving you this much but my feelings for you are obsolutely insane"

"...your insane"

"yes! yes,for you i am,I'm not even regreting killing my childhood friend,I'll kill anyone if he was about to take you away"

you don't know what to say,just looking at him with disbelief

he's truly crazy.

there's a hint of the future in the document incident;)

and a similar line max and orson has said can you guess?

i didn't know if i should finish it now or not but there it is!

i literally just left every idea in my notes and wrote a new one lol

how's the development of his character? i feel like that's better than the one that was in my head

have a good day/night♡

[janisbuggybones]

Rent-a-yandere!....please, we're begging you take them off our hands.

Janis Foster (my oc) × gn!reader

Cw: yandere, rent a partner situation, trans girl yandere, poly relationship kinda, pretty short idk what else I could say, pretty boring tbh (only realizing this as I got to the elevator part :( )

Og idea is from @moyazaika on this post that I kinda spit balled off of and then got the motivation to write again.

You can't believe you found yourself coming to this. One too many late night browsing sessions led you to get overwhelmed with adverts about this new fad in the dating scene. Rent-a-yandere, the hottest site online where you could find a devoted lover for cheap.99 per hour. In all honesty, it did seem appealing when compared to the heartbreak and trauma you've expierienced prior, but you dare stoop so low?

"Hello darling, are you (y/n) (l/n)?" A tall girl said from behind you. She had beautiful pearly paper white skin and matching hair put in one long braid. She had piercing red eyes and dare you mention her height? She was at least nearly twice your height, but her body wasn't well built. She couldn't have been living very healthily If she was that skinny. She had a large chest, despite her skinny body, well in her description it had said she had some cosmetic surgery done before. It didn't look fake or anything and it's not like she showed it off. She wore a modest black turtle neck with small embroidered hearts on the cuffs and chest of the sweater. The sweater was paired with some baggy black jeans and simple black work boots.

Fuck yes

"Oh, yeah that's me...you're Janis Foster, right?" You found yourself asking after getting over the height difference. Shit, were you being rude? She's really pretty, come on, don't fuck it up.

"Yep, the one and only. Honestly I'd be surprised if anyone got me confused for someone else." She smiled softly, her soft pink lips looked tantalizing. "Well, let's be on our way then. I've arranged a breakfast date for us before a big day of fun" She said as she grabbed your hand with her own cold and large hand. Her nails lacked any polish and were neatly manicured.

You remembered you picked the option for her to come up with the itinerary. You hoped it wouldn't be too exhausting, the public can be a bit overwhelming. "A-ah okay!" You find yourself smiling slightly as you went along with her.

She took you to an animal themed Cafe nearby, themed after your favorite pet animal. "I thought you'd like this, darling" She giggled as she checked you both in, having made a reservation. You recall mentioning your favorite animal in the description of yourself they required you to give them.

"Nice and quiet, and they limit it to 10 customers in here at any given time, so I won't have to worry" She giggled innocently but you read between the lines. It made you blush at the thought of such an attractive woman getting jealous of you.

You two were taken to your seat, a seat in the back where one of the animals sat on the table. You promptly gave your order and she gave hers before you were left alone with her.

"Honestly I'm not much of an animal person..I feel like it's a good bit of upkeep that i couldn't keep up with. But I do have a little lavender bunny at home. His name is Geo" She said, starting a conversation as she looked around.

"Oh? Is he purple? I didn't know bunnies could be purple" you said, interested as you looked at the calm animal on the table before it left, instead taking the window sill beside your table as its resting place.

"Oh they do, it's a bit rarer than your average bunny so he cost a good bit, but he's Oh so adorable" She smiled, her bluish eyes landing on you. "I'd say nearly as much as you, cutie" She teased, which left you blushing slightly as you avoided her eye contact for a second.

"O-oh yeah?" You smiled slightly, you never were able to take compliments well.

"Mhm, oh look, food's here" She smiled as the waitress brought your orders. Janis had ordered a simple cup of juice, a bagel, and small bowl of a variety of fruits.

"Thank you for coming here today" the waitress said with a smile as she walked to serve another table.

Janis stared at her for a second with an unreadable expression before turning to you. "In my opinion, breakfast isn't that good. Lunch and dinner foods are far superior" She said with a sip of her juice.

That statement had ignited a conversation that then strayed to your favorite foods and then on to other topics as you ate and enjoyed her company. She wasn't too overwhelming and was sweet up until you two had been finished for a good bit and were asked to leave because her reservation had ended.

She pouted but complied, leaving with you to her next planned activity.

"You had mentioned you liked anime and movies, so I thought we could see that new studio ghibli movie together?" She said with a contagious smile. "You know the guy who writes them and all, Hayao Miyazaki? He keeps announcing his retirement but then goes back to the studio with a new script each time, it's pretty funny when in the interviews with employees they complain about that." She giggled.

"Oh? I can imagine the frustration they must feel" you smiled slightly as you two entered the theater. You then realized, shit, this place is gonna be crowded. Fuck, you hoped it wouldn't be too overwhelming. She then promptly paid for your tickets and some snacks to accompany your movie viewing.

You two passed the many movie posters on the halls as you walked to the movie screening. Dread hit you as you opened the door and you two went in, only to crumble away when the theater had been empty. Did she really book this entire theater room for you?

"Yeah I'm not too good in a crowd either, I'm a walking distraction" She smiled slightly as she led you two to a good pair of seats in the middle of the theater.

"U-uhm I don't know what to say-t-thank you, this is crazy. How did you get your company to pay for something like this?" You found yourself asking. "W-wait sorry I didn't mean to say that, I'm sorry..." you apologize a second later after seeing how that could be offensive.

"Oh? They'd never pay for something this expensive. While their other services are much more profitable, my section doesn't get nearly as many sponsored activities like this. I paid out of pocket so you wouldn't feel wierd in the crowd, darling" She smiled. God that smile, how she acted, you swore you'd fall for her before she fell for you.

Her explanation left you blushing and wordless as adverts started rolling on the big projector screen. You unintentionally just ended up staying quiet and watching the movie with her. At around the halfway point of the movie, when you both finished your snacks, she had began holding your hand. It shocked you at first, before you relaxed, discretely returning the gesture.

The rest of the movie went along swimmingly. The plot was heart wrenching and hadn't made you cry, but did arise sadness in you.

As you two walked out the theater and you winced at the bright light, she prosed a question.

"So darling, my place or yours?" She asked "for our next little activity I have planned, a baking sesh" She added with a smile. "I had cute mochi and cookies in mind" She smiled "though mochi isn't baking, it's versatility as something you can shape into a cute thing is almost unmatched" She said

"O-oh-um" you said, taken aback by the idea. You had liked cooking to an extent and mentioned that, but wow. She really planned this out and it left you blushing again....wait...wasn't it in the terms and conditions that neither of you could go to the others house?.....maybe it was for their other service, rent-a-darling? You couldn’t recall and your place was a mess. "My place doesn't look the best...is yours okay?" You asked shyly

Janis giggled "of course! Anything you want is okay with me darling" She smiled as she held your hand and went with you in the direction of her apartment.

Surprisingly based on her ability to buy out a whole theater for you, her apartment was relatively average, though it ran a bit on the pricier side because of the economy lately. The inside looked clean and nice, and the elevator ride was relaxed as she started a conversation about her apartment complex.

"I dont mean to show off where i live, but i hope you like it. When I started living here, it was actually way cheaper than it is now, I'm glad they never raised the price for my rent though. I'm kind of friends with the owner. Not in a wierd way, but we hang out like once a month. They're in my friend group I've had since middle school" She said as she watched the numbers on the small screen above the door go up.

"Oh, that's interesting. I wish I had something like that with my landlord. I've recently been trying to save up for something I want, and it's not going too good in all honesty..... Damn gacha games, am I right?" You smiled, feeling comfortable, but then suddenly worrying you overshared.

"Oh don't get me started! I started playing this gacha game that recently came out and ahhh! The skins look so good, but two are locked behind a pay wall each update" She huffed slightly. "And all the characters have such diverse designs and tons of different ethnicities, how could I not pull for them all and be absoloutely broke in unilogs?" She laughed softly before the elevator stopped, the 6th floor. "Alright now to 603" She said as she held your hand and walked to her apartment.

Nothing was out of the ordinary about her apartment, it was pretty plain actually. Apart from the squishimallows instead of pillows on the couch of her living room. The kitchen was lightly messy, a bowl and cup in her sink with a few pieces of silverware and a stray rag just on the counter.

"It's not much, but it's comfortable for me" She said "well, settle in, I have to go check on geo real quick, I'm sorry darling" She said, excusing herself before leaving to the other room.

"It's fine" you find yourself saying quietly, overwhelmed by the events of today. This was all crazy....how were you now in a crazy hot girl's apartment?! The one chronically bitchless person of the high-school friend group, in this stunning woman's house? It was unbelievable...until you considered this was a paid date. Then reality sunk in. Shit...should you ask her out for real? Would that be okay? Would she be okay with that? She wasn't much of a yandere...it'd be okay, right?

"He was such a hungry little boy, he ate down all his celery in a minute" She giggled happily as she came back and saw you still had your bag with your outing necessities on.

"Oh want me to take that for you?" She offered and you obliged.

"Oh thank you...I feel like I haven't properly thanked you enough today" you said as you looked around.

"Oh don't worry, the pleasure is mine, darling" She smiled "now, shall we get cooking?" She smiled as she put on a pink frilly apron. Shit...you didn't know how to feel.

"Alright" you offered in response with a fake smile as you took the apron She handed you. It was your favorite color and had a lap pocket and chest pocket shaped in hearts of a slightly brighter color.

You two then spent the next couple hours baking cookies and making mochi, before settling down on her couch and watching the news, because nothing else was on, as you enjoyed the fruits of your labor.

"It's not too sweet is it darling? I heard cookies need some salty aspect to balance out all the flavors" She smiled softly as a missing persons report came on over the tv.

Geo Archviste, a 5'4" man with black and white naturally colored hair and blue freckles. Missing since this day 3 years ago, he would have been 21 by now.

That was terrible, his family must be haunted by their missing son...wait-

"Darling?" She asked, as you kinda ignored her prompt for conversation. "Everything okay?" She asked.

"Uhm yeah- that missing persons case...just seems sad." You found yourself saying as you swallowed the crumbly cookie.

"Oh...yeah...that boy was actually my ex...we broke up a year before he went missing but we were still on good terms" She said sadly. "I miss him...I named my little bunny after him" Janis said as she looked down.

"Oh I'm so sorry, I didn't know......I hope he gets found" was all you could find yourself saying, but something didn't seem right. Not that what she said had any contradictions, but you just had this uneasy feeling. "Um restroom?" You asked

"By the door with heart decals on the left down the hall, darling" She smiled sadly and you excused yourself.

You walked down the hall and found the room, but the heart decorated room piqued your interest. She wouldn't mind...right? You opened the door and were met with darkness until you cut on the light and saw a figure sitting on Janis' bed, restrained on his feet and hands heavily.

All you could really see was their perfectly trimmed black and white locks that hid their sleeping face...matching the picture of the man on the missing persons report.

Chills ran down your spine as you went to grab your phone but it wasn't in your pocket. Shit you must have left it behind....how could you sneak out with the missing boy?

You struggled with yourself over this until you heard Janis coming and ducked into a open closet after turning off the light, shutting it behind you.

"Geo darling, I'm back" She smiled as she cut the light on and walked up to him. He looked at her tiredly and sniffled quietly.

"Remember my side gig to try and find you a buddy we can both love?" She asked "I think I found the one, they're so cute! And we baked some things, you could probably smell it" She giggled "I'll give you some when they leave...if they get to. I haven't decided if I wanna reel them in or just go in all at once and kidnap them like I did you" She said happily

"I'd say just kidnap them, two minds are better than one" he sighed, implying you could help him escape her.

"Come on now, I love you...you love me, i know it" She huffed

"Yeah true..which is why I want you to get help instead of doing this to me...." he sighed

"Stop it, i don't need help" She mumbled

"Yes you do. I love you and want to be with you, but you did this and refuse to get therapy. I only broke up with you because you killed my friend, remember. Get your head out of the past and live with me now. I'll stay and all like I've said repeatedly- just come-" he said before she interrupted him.

"Shut up! I don't need help! I'm perfectly fine and you need to shut up. You're only still tied up because you tried to escape the other month!" She shouted, less sad and more angrily.

"That was last year! I've been good for you so I can do normal couple things with you and we could have found our third lover together!" He shouted back, making her tear up.

"Shut up! I'm going back to (y/n)....I promise you'll love them as much as I do" She said shakily before you backed up a bit too far and bumped against the wall.

She looked dead at the closet in shock before walking up to it and opening it.

"Darling?"

[robinismywifee]

straight girl || e. williams

pairings ellie williams x fem!oc/reader

summary maria sends a straight girl with a boyfriend and ellie williams, a gay girl with a girlfriend, to go on a trip together but an unexpected storm traps them in a cabin. takes place in jackson, one bed trope? 19 y/o ellie, no spoilers, 3rd person pov, ellie has a crush on oc

warnings NSFW, fingering (r. receiving), scissoring?, pet names (babe, good girl), cheating, slight masturbation??

a/n be aware that aime is an oc and dont feel insecure or anything if she looks nothing like you, youre literally beautiful trust me, also you can always find my oneshots on my wattpad, also feel free to request stories 💕

wordcount 5.8k

ellie has always felt different towards aime. ever since she was 14, right when she first layed her eyes on her, she never took them off.

how she always walked around with a hudge smile on her face, her smile was so perfect, and her uneven white teeth only made it more perfect

when they first met, she had a soft pitch voice, and had soft features, making her face look so innocent and adorable, but as the years went on, her voice got deeper and more raspy, making her more captivating and euphonic, she still had softer features, but they almost shifted in a way to make her more elegant

along with her face and voice changing over the years, ellie noticed her body changed too, she grew more curves, her stomach always layed flat but her breasts were full, and from what you could see when she wore her laced tanktops she loved, they sat perfectly too..

something about her and her sandy blonde hair was just so alluring to ellie.

ellie wouldnt say she had a crush on her, the only time they would talk was during patrol, exchanging simple words and short sentences, or if they walked by, aime would make sure to smile at her and wave, but they never failed to make ellies mind freak out—

am i talking too much? is my hair okay? shit she looks so fucking hot. how do i make her laugh without making it seem like im trying too hard? what? did she just complement me? holy shit i think im gonna pass out. how can someone look so goddamn hot while doing literally anything?

—are typical things ellies mind would be yelling.

aime was well known around jackson, well known for being pretty, nice, happy, and hardworking

her looks never failed to amaze people, practically all the teenagers of jackson has asked her out, and she was really nice, if she knew your name and if you werent rude to her or other people (who dont deserve it), she would make sure to smile at you walking by, which is why anytime she saw ellie, she would give a warm smile, she also liked complimenting people, seeing there faces brighten up from a simple comment made her face brighten up, and all her compliments were always genuine, she would never lie and say she liked a shirt on someone if she didnt, which is also why she would compliment ellie, ellie was easy to compliment, she was so beautiful and nobody talked about her enough- plus ellies reaction everytime made aimes face yank a big smile, ellie would always get blushed cheeks and flustered

aime only ever did hard and dangerous work, she did patrols a lot, keeping the bad away from her people, and she was talented on trips, if for any reason she got kicked out of jackson, she would survive. she had great agility, knowledge, it wasnt her thing but she knew how to track and hunt, she scavenged better then others, she wasnt the strongest, but she definitely knew how to win a fight, usuing her smaller size to her advantage. she was smart, and she was genuinely a happy person.

"i know aime is like, really good with trips, ive gone on them with her before, but just the two of us? i mean seriously?" ellie complained to dina, "i don't get why your angry, shes a nice girl and shes a good person to go on a trip with" dina shurgged, dina and aime were actually good friends, not close per say, but they hung out when they could, if aime didnt constantly drown herself in work she would have more time for friends and dina, but for the past two months it was either work or daniel

ellie stayed silence at dinas remark, so dina continued, "you know.. before her and daniel started dating, you liked her, always coming home from those patrols ranting to me about how she complimented you and was super hot as she killed an infected, but now that shes dating him you hate her? why?"

this caused ellie to stop packing her bag and look up to dina, "dina, her dating some random guy i dont know has nothing to do with this! i just dont want to go on a whole ass trip alone with her, its gonna be awkward!" ellie defended, but they both knew that wasnt why ellie was so mad, "the trip youve known about for 2 days? really? thats weird, considering you've been mad and annoyed at her for the past 2 months"

"its just- you and her use to go on those 'friend dates' or whatever you weirdos call it, like every month, and now that she has a boyfriend she cant make room for you? or any other of her friends? like, if you walk by her, shes with her stupid boyfriend, holding hands and giggling like, what can he say to make you laugh like that? probably some stupid joke that isnt even funny, i dont even get why she likes him, hes ugly with his ugly hair and he's completely useless, he does nothing and he probably isnt even dating her for her!" ellie ranted, throwing things into her bag for the trip

dina laughed.

ellies head shot up to her, "what? why are you laughing? you asked!" ellie said frustrated, "you're totally jealous, arent you?" dina smirked, "what? jealous? dina shut up! you know im dating cat!" ellie said, growing more and more frustrated by the minute

"okay yeah, but you have liked aime for wayyyy longer then cat" dina remarked, "i dont like aime! i just think shes hot, and literally everyone else with eyes thinks that so shut it" ellie groaned, zipping her bag and running out of her door, dina laughed some more, "wait up!" she said through her laughs

-

the sound of the horses feet clacking on the ground filled the empty forest.

"so howd you sleep?" aime asked, trying to spark a conversation. they had just left, and it was awkward between the two. ellie had been avoiding aime- for the past 2 months- changing patrol partners and running behind corners when she saw her to prevent that spark she felt in her stomach when she smiled at her

"fine" ellie mumbled, "oh, well, better then bad" aime remarked, "mhm" ellie hummed dryly, they rode their horses side by side in silence for a little, "i havent spoken to you in awhile, how's your life been?" aime asked, looking over to the girl, "the same" ellie said, looking down at the horses mane, aime looked away from ellie, down to her horses mane, trying to think of ways to get her ranting like how she use to to her

"can you tell me more about astronomy?" aime asked, thinking back to how she told her about it a few months ago, "uh.. why?" ellie said blankly, "sorry.. just thought you liked that stuff, and its fun to talk about stuff you like, you know?" aime explained, cheeks red embarrassed

aime was confused of why ellie was acting so different from usual, usually ellie would be cracking jokes and puns, telling funny stories, ranting about things she liked.. and ellie did seem to disappear for awhile, did she do something wrong? i mean, ellie wasnt even looking at her, it wasnt weird for ellie to avoid eye contact, she actually did that alot, but she wouldnt even glance in her direction.

while aime was trying to figure it out, ellies mind kept on repeating over and over and over again, aime and daniel stupid kissing and 'i love yous' right before they left.

"hey ellie" aime said, first time speaking in at least 2 hours, "hm?" ellie hummed, "did i do something wrong? because im really sorry if i did, but could you tell what it is that i did? i would never do anything wrong to hurt you on purpose, ever, in my whole life, and i sorta just spent however long we've been out trying to figure it out and i cant" aime ranted, which was sorta out of charater for aime, and aime apologizing for something that isnt her fault made ellie finally look over at her with sad eyes

it wasnt aimes fault that she felt like this, it was her own fault for letting something so small get to her, and she just wasted hours of aimes time for her to try and figure it out. thats what ellie though, and it made her feel like shit.

aime was suprised ellie was looking at her, and confused of ellies emotion displayed on her face- it looked like guilt.

"you didn't do anything aime, dont be sorry, im just tired" ellie said to her, hoping aime would believe she was just tired, but aime didnt believe that it was that, somethings going on

-

"hey, theres the cabin tommy was talking about, like a few miles up ahead, should we take a rest and eat there?" aime asked ellie, looking down at the map unfolded out infront of her while still riding the horse

"yeah, its getting dark" ellie agreed with her, looking up at the clouded sky, it was pretty sunny yesterday, this morning it was partly cloudy, and now all you could see were clouds, aime didnt think too much about it since last she checked they were bright white ones, but as she watched ellie looking up at the sky she did too, now noticing the clouds turning grey

"you think it will start raining before we get there?" aime asked, folding the map away and sliding it in her pocket, "i dunno.. im more worried about how long its gonna last, if you look more east the clouds are really dark, it might be a bad storm and we would have to wait it out" ellie explained her thoughts

"true.. but atleast we're gonna have shelter, could you imagine how bad it would be if we weren't by the cabin?" aime smiled, trying to brighten ellies mood, "yea, that would suck" ellie scoffed, aime, smiled a little bit more, happy that ellie gave more emotion instead of blankly humming as a response

"so the cabins just east?" ellie asked, looking over at aime for an answer, aime still smiling, now smiling because ellie was actually looking at her, maybe she was just tired.

"yeah, no sharp turns or anything i dont think, as long as we keep going straight it'll come into view" aime nodded, "perfect.. straight towards the storm" ellie mumbled, "it probably wont be that bad, ellie" aime tried to reason, but ellie was caught off guard by aime using her name

"y- yeah.." she stuttered

-

ellie and aime pushed the bookshelf infront of the front door of the cabin, their clothes dripping wet, the thunderstorm whistling and lighting jumping, the sound of rain dropplets slamming against the windows

"shit" ellie panted, "its way worse then i thought it'd be" she said, catching her breath, "yea.. its pretty bad" aime agreed, also out of breath, the rain had started about half a mile before they got to the cabin, and when it was in view it started pouring, then it get even worse with hard rain and loud thunder, they had to run and tie up their horsed in a shed, and run into the cabin as fast as they could to prevent getting even more wet, but here they stood, soaked

ellie looked at amie confused, "what? do i look bad with wet hair?" aime asked, pushing the hair that stuck to her face behind her ears, suddenly feeling insecure under ellies gaze

"bad? no you can never look bad, i just didnt exepct you to agree on me with that instead of trying to convince me happy things" ellie explained to the girl, aime smiled at ellies compliment, which ellie didnt even realize she gave

ellie turned her head to look around the cabin, she immediately spotted a mirror, she walked over to it, taking out her tangled bun, pushing her hair behind her ears and started messing with her bangs

aime watched her doing it, if i was a guy id have the biggest crush on her, aime though, walking over to her, standing shoulder to shoulder, ellie stopped fiddling with her hair and started fiddling with her hands looking down

"you're really pretty ellie, cats lucky to date you" aime smiled looking to her, ellies head stayed down, but aime noticed a blush creep onto ellies face

ellie felt like she could collapse at her calling her pretty and using her name, but the though of cat made guilt consume her. how can she date someone but think about anyother person way more? or how can she get crazy butterflies in her stomach when some random girl calls her pretty but doesnt really feel anything when her own girlfriend does?

ellie did like cat, she did, but ellie was starting to think she didnt really like her. she was fun to be around and she made her smile, she also liked how cat didnt care what others thought of their relationship, but everytime her and cat would go by aime, ellie would always pull away from cat, untangling her hands from her, putting them in her pocket or pretending to scrach her arm until aime was out of view.

"did you bring any extra clothes?" aimes voice snapped ellies thoughts away, "uh.." ellie looked up at her, "i dont think i have any pants since they would fit in my bag but everything else yea" ellie thought, "i think i only have a tanktop and boxer breifs" aime mumbled, taking her bag off her shoulders and turning around-

she was too focused on watching ellie she didnt even have time to look around, and ellie was too focused on making herself look presentable to look around

ellie turned around too, the cabin was really small, they already knew that from the outside but it seemed smaller on the inside

there was one big bed, queen size maybe, a small kitchen and a two person dinner table, a big carpet, and a fireplace, there was also a door by the kicthen, probably the bathroom

okay, good, theres a comfy bed for us, aime thought, before walking over to the kicthen, setting her bag on the counter before opening ir and pulling out her clothes. she didnt mind sharing a bed at all, she shared beds with whe friends all the time, even with twin sized ones, it wasnt weird

ellie stood there with widened eyes, the thought of sharing a bed with her made her feel warm, but she shook her head and walked by aime, setting her bag down next to her and looking for her clothes

while ellie was trying to find her socks, she saw in the corner of her eye, aime slipping off her jacket, which was whatever, but then she pulled off her shirt and reached for the buttons of her pants, ellies face went red, she tried to focuse herself on finding the socks in her bag, but her peripheral vision wasn't allowing it, so she mindlessly shuffled through her bag making it seem like she didnt notice

but aime knew ellie noticed her changing, aime watched her face go pink as she slipped off her pants, she smiled to herself, shes so cute, if i was a guy i'd have the biggest crush on her, aime thought to herself

"you finding your clothes okay?" aime teased, ellie felt her face get even hotter, shit shes so hot- "u- uh, yea, just fine" ellie stuttered, moving her back so aime wasnt in her peripheral vision anymore so she could actually focus on finding them

aime got completely nude, as the rain had soaked through her clothes and her underwear and bra were soaked, slipping on white boxer breifs and a white V cut tanktop, her bag was really full and these were the only clothes she could fit as they were thin and tiny

aime walked over to the fireplace, sitting infront of it. once ellie had her clothes layed out, on the counter, she peeked her head thinking aime was still behind her, but she wasnt, so ellie looked over her other shoulder to see her on her knees trying to started a fire, ellie watched as her damp hair dripped down her back, going through her thin white too and down to her shorts, ellie couldnt help but stare at her ass.

aime felt eyes on her, she peeked her head over her shoulder to see ellie immediately moving her head away from her, aime smilied to herseld before going back to the fire

ellie turned her back to face aime, before getting undressed, placing her heavy wet clothes next to aimes, as ellie got changed, she stared at aimes light pink laced bra that layed on the counter, she started to get butterflies as she pictured what aime would look like in it, she shook her head feeling grossed out by herself and turned around now clothed

aime heard ellie walk over to the now lit fire, she moved her head to look up at ellie, aime didnt know it but her face went a shade of pink seeing ellie in a thick strapped white tanktop, it was tight but long, covering half her underwear- her underwear being greyish purple and sort of boxer breifs like aimes exepct hers were a lot shorter.

as ellie sat down next to aime, aime pulled out two cans of chef boyardiee ravioli, she passed ellie a can along with plastic forks, the only noises being heard was the fire crackling and the heavy rain- followed by thunder almost every minute

"so how are you and cat?" aime asked, eating the now warmed ravioli, ellie stayed quiet for a minute, "we're good" ellie shortly replied, aime nodded, "i really like the tattoo she gave you, you look super good with it" aime smiled, making eye contact with her

ellie got red from that (again) "so.. uhm.. how are you and daniel" ellie asked, trying to return the question, but her voice came out bitter, aime didnt realize ellies tone, now stuck in thought if her boyfriend she didnt like, aime shrugged, "i dont know"

ellies eyebrows scrunched, "what do you mean you dont know?" she asked her, watching aime as she stared into the fire, trying to stop her eyes from going down to her cleavage, "uh, its nothing, i do like him but hes just very needy and- touchy" aime tried to explain without outting herself for not liking him at all

"how so?" ellie asked, now invested, she thought they had the perfect relationship, "he basically moved in with me without asking, he complains that i work too much, and like.. he always tries to get me to do it with him, but i don't want to yet" aime said, she whished she wanted to, but everytime he would touch her she just would squirm away and would feel gross

ellie was dumbfounded, "wait? you guys havent done it yet?" she really thought they did it like every night, aime shook her head, "have you and cat?" aime asked, placing the empty can to the side, "maybe" ellie simply replied, aime nodded, "i figured" she said, taking a sip of water

"whats that supposed to mean?" ellie asked, "like every couple of jackson does it im the only one" she shrugged, ellie sipped water, "well, you and kaleb definitely did it" ellie almost mumbled, "what? no we didnt?" aime asked confused, kaleb was her ex boyfriend, they were together for about a year and half, before she found out kaleb had been cheating on her for almost a year.

"uh, you guys were together for over a year" ellie said, confused, "yea, i know, thats why he started doing it with other girls behind my back" aime replied, "he what?" ellie raised her voicd, growing angry at him, even though it was years ago when they broke up, the reason the broke up kaleb and amie told people they both just lost feelings

"oh shit- i didnt mean to say that, ellie please dont tell anyone, please-"

"i wont, but what the fuck?" ellie questioned, "next time i see him hes gonna kiss my fist" ellie said angry, "ellie! its not a big deal and it was years ago, who cares?" aime asked confused of why ellie randomly got mad

"who cares? you dont date someone and go fuck other people because they werent ready for it!"

"no, trust me ellie, its fine, i didnt even really care when i found out, i didnt really like him" aime shrugged, "huh? whyd you date him?" ellie asked, "i- im done talking about this" aime said, unsure of how to reply

they were silent for a few minutes, just staring into the fire- well aime was, and she thought ellie was too, but ellie was staring at her

ellies eyes trailed from aimes eyes, to her nose, to her soft plumpled lips, to her slightly wet neck, almost dry from the rain, to her full chest, to her damp white shirt, her shirt was damp enough that you could see her shape and her nipples from her not wearing a bra, ellies eyes trailed even ferther to aimes bottoms, flickering back to her breasts. her mouth began to water, she thought about what her lips would taste like, what her skin would taste like, how perfectcly her hands would cup her breasts, how her pussy would taste- ellie tried to stop her thoughts but shes been holding them back for too long now, and they kept pouring into her head, ellie wondered what her face would look like, what noises would come out, she thought about her screaming her named-

ellie felt herself grow wet, she couldnt stop it, "im gonna go to the bathroom" ellie mumbled, standing up and walking to the door in the kitchen, she entered the bathroom, it was small, just a toilet, a sink, and a standing shower

ellie locked the door and sat on the toilet cover, she felt butterflies in her stomach, thinking of how aime would look riding her, how her wavy hair would drape over her naked body, ellie pressed her theighs together, "shit" she whispered, allowing her hand to go to her underwear.

"hey" aime smiled, ellie was bright red, i cant believe i just fucking did that, ellie thought to herself, slapping herself in her mind for doing that to not only cat but to aime

"hi" ellie said, standing up looking down at aime who still sat on the ground, "we should probably get to bed?" aime questioned, ellie looked back at the bed, shit i forgot theres only one bed, "uh- yea, probably" ellie nodded, "you okay?" aime asked, "yeah why?" ellie quickly said back, "you just seem, flustered? i don't really know"

aime put out the fire, the moonlight lighting the cabin, and held out her hand for ellie to help pull her up, which ellie did, once aime was up, she didnt let go of ellies hand, she smiled looking up at her, "can i ask a personal question?" aime randomly asked, still holding ellies hand, "uh, sure?" ellie said confused, "how many people have you.. done it with?" aime asked, hoping it wasn't too weird, but they were both 19 so aime wanted to compare their numbers.

"only cat" ellie answered, aime nodded, looked down to her feet, "how many have you?" ellie asked, "uh.." aime hummed, "im not like- gonna judge you or anything" ellie tried to comfort her, which it worked, "none" aime mumbled, "none?" ellie asked, making sure she heard it right, aime nodded, "oh" ellie said, which caused aime to look up at her, "i didnt mean that to sound like i was judging or- something- i meant oh as in just like that i was suprised" ellie corrected

aime laughed, "its okay, you can judge, ive had three boyfriends, im 19, and still a virgin"

"three?" ellie asked confused, she only knew of two, "oh, yeah, it was before you came to jackson" she shortly explained, "who? do i know them?" ellie asked, "uh.. lucas, but it was only like for 4 months and we were 13 so it doesnt actually really count" aime explained, which caused ellie to laugh

"well why havent you?" ellie questioned, "just dont want to, anytime the touch me i feel gross" aime shrugged like it was normal, "uh.. okay?" ellie said confused, "and if im being honest.. dicks are disgusting" aime whispered, which caused ellie to laugh again, "what? first of all, ive never heard a straight girl say that, second of all, did you just swear?!"

aime laughed, "oh shut up! everybody thinks theyre gross they just dont say it!" aime dragged ellie behind her as she made her way to the bed, ellie giggled as she crawled into the bed with her

"i should of brought a blanket" aime mumbled, the bed only has a sheet and two pillows, the blanket was nowhere to be seen

"yeah? how would you have brought that" ellie questioned, "uhh.. i would of figured it out!" aime said with a smile, they were both of their sides facing eachother, "yeah right" ellie laughed

ellie kept on flickering her eyes to how pretty her body looked, she needed to stop she moved and layed on her back

it was silent for awhile, ellie thought aime went to sleep and aime didnt know if ellie was awake or not, "ellie?" aime whispered, the rain still pouring, ellie turned her head and looked at aime, suprised she was awake, "yeah?" ellie asked, "im cold" aime said, her hands on her arms trying to warm herself up, ellie looked down at her and noticed her nipples poking through from being cold- "uh.. me too" ellie said, unsure of how to respond to that

"can we.. you know.." aime tried to say without saying it, "huh?" ellie asked clueless, "uh, i dont mean to sound weird or anything, i only mean it platonically but.." aime said nervously, ellie finally realized what she was getting at

ellie opened her arms up motioning for her to go there, aime smiled at the girl, and scooted till she was presseda against ellies said, she then rested her cheek against ellies chest, wrapped an arm around her waist, ellie closed her arms around her, hugging her gently

they layed in silence for a few minutes, aime warmed up a bit but her legs were cold, so she lifted her knee and placed it between ellies legs, ellie almost instinctively brought her hand to aimes leg, just above her knee, and pulled it up more so that her knee was only a few inches away from her heat, aime moved her hips to try and get closer to ellie, but since they were already touching ellie, and since aime's hips were in between ellies theigh, it only made aime's core brush against it, unexpected butterflies swormed aime but not in her stomach, and it felt good.

she sat in silence, her mind repeating how she felt when she moved her hips from a few minutes ago, she opened her eyes and looked up at ellie, but ellies eyes were closed and seemingly asleep. so aime pressed herself to ellie theigh, and moved her hips up, she let out a shakey breath, suddenly turned fully on- this is the first time she was every turned on with someone else in the room.

aime's eyes looked to ellies body, before she sunk her hips back down slowly, causing her to let out another breath as her clit rubbed against ellies skin, slightly gripping onto ellies fabric

she stopped herself, what the fuck am i doing? im straight, i have a boyfriend, and ellie had a girlfriend. what the fuck is wrong with me? i guess since daniels always in the house i never have time to touch myself so now that hes gone i wanna? she tried to reason

"whyd you stop?" ellies voice achoed the room as aime froze- "hm?" aime hummed, "you know what i said" ellie smirked looking down at the girl, but the girl had her eyes closed hoping she was dreaming completely embarassed, "stop what?" aime asked trying to sound confused, "don't play dumb" ellie said, moving her hand from aimes leg to her chin, she pulled her chin to look at her, aime looked anywhere but her eyes

"look at me" ellie ordered, aime scooted herself up more, hovering over ellie face to finally look at her in the eyes, they didnt speak anything, the sexual tension was so thick you could cut it with scissors

aime couldnt help herself, she was so turned on by ellie, her body, her face, and her voice, she without any thoughts slammed her lips into ellies, ellie immediately kissed back, putting all the anger she had for herself and for daniel into the kiss, ellie had her hands onto ellies waist, and aime just did what felt right, aime had one leg outside of ellies, the other in between ellies two, her hands holding ellies face

ellie leaned herself up, moving her hands more towards aimes hips, pushing them to help her move agianst them like how she was doing eairler, aime let out a moan through the kiss, which made ellie melt

aime started grinding her hips more to ellies theigh, "do you want me?" ellie grunted, aime only hummed in response, "i need words" ellie said, making lovebites on her jaw, "mh- i- i want you ellie" she moaned, she never felt this good in her life, she felt like she was in heaven, "good girl" ellie whispered

ellie gripped aimes hips, causing them to stop, she brought her lips back to aimes lips, kissing her with tongue, aime tried to move her hips but ellie was stronger then her and she couldnt

aime brought her hand to herself, trying to rub herself but ellie pulled away and gripped her wrist, "did i say you could?"

"n- no" aime whined, ellie licked her lips before she brought her face to aimes cleavge, she kissed it a few times before she pulled away, pulling aimes shirt over her head, ellie felt herself grow even wetter at the sigh, she stared in awe for a moment, before she started to taste her skin and message her boobs

"ellie- please" aime moaned wanting more, as much ellie wanted to tease aime more, she was teasing herself, ellie pulled away, looking at the marks she just created,

ellie grabbed aimes hips and lifted her up, before pulling her leg up too, and pushing her to sit back down on her so now she was straddling her instead of being in between her legs

ellie then brought her middle and ring finger to her clothed slit, rubbing her slowly, watching as she squirmed, she could feel her wetness seeping through the fabric, "youre so wet" ellie grunted, she moved her hand and pulled the waistband of aimes boxers, she sunk her hand into them, letting her wet lips come in contact with the pads of her fingers, "is this all for me babe?" ellie moaned, "only you" aime moaned

ellie began to drag her two fingers up and down her slit, as they slopply kissed, "i need you in me ellie" aime moaned, those words alone made ellie moan, so she sunk her fingers deep inside of her, aime bit her lip muffling her moan, "let me hear you" ellie moaned, jamming her fingers even deeper then before, aime let her jaw hang as she moaned, and began to grind her hips onto ellies fingers, "you look so pretty on me" ellie whispered as she began to pick up her paste

"tell me how good it feels" ellie moaned, starting to curl her fingers, "mmpfh- it- it feels so good ellie!" aime whinned, "good girl" ellie whimpered, "i- im gonna" aime tried to make out a sentance, but she cut herself off with whine, her stomach tightened, she arched her back onto ellies fingers, but ellie kept on pumping, overstimulating her as she dripped onto her fingers

"you did such a good job" ellie complimented, pulling her fingers out, aime didnt know what was to happen next, but ellie shoved her two fingers into aimes mouth, watching as aime complied, sucking on her fingers and twirling her tongue around them

"good girl" ellie whispered, she pulled her fingers out of her mouth, ellie pulled aime and turned her around so now aime was on bottom, ellie pulled off her underwear and pulled off aimes

she pressed her lips to hers, making out with eachother there tongues tangling. ellie then moved so that her left leg was under aimes, and that her right leg was over her others, pressing their clits together, aime let out a whine as ellie started to grind, there slits grinding against eachother

as aime gripped onto ellies leg, she leaned her head back and let out a whine, "fuck- ellie" she moaned, moving her hips grinding along with her, "daniel could never make you feel like this, huh?" ellie groaned, "no, only you can ellie" aime moaned, bringing her hand to ellies tanktop, lifting it up she could see her body

"thats it- good girl" ellie moaned, aime felt as if her ears had been blessed with the sound of her moaning, she wanted to get more of her noises out, aime brought her hand to her boobs, squeezing them and messaging them, "ugh- fuck- you're so hot" she moaned, leaning her head back grinding harder, "im gonna cum ellie" aime was able to pant

ellie felt her stomach tighten at her words, she rolled her hips once more before her and aimes moans were combained, ellie leaned onto aime with their chests pressed together, ellies head in the crook of her neck, both panting together.

[chocobothis]

Time to Get ✨Controversial✨

For background, I straight used to run a moderately successful imagines blog for Haikyuu!! so I actually have a lot of background with reader-inserts. I never did multi-chapter long form and tended toward a bullet point. I also fucking love creating OCs and have been since before I knew what they were called. So I've been on both sides of this.

I heavily prefer to read and only exclusively write OCs now. There's a bunch of different reasons with I enjoy it more being the biggest one. The next is there just comes a point when something goes for multiple chapters that "y/n" is just an OC without an official name or description. To tell a complex, or even just fulfilling, story there comes a point where the MC has to be three dimensional and being as vague as possible isn't it for me. Stylistically I also just dislike y/n (and it's siblings "your h/c", "your e/c", etc.) because it's a reading interruption. Second person makes it easier.

Now for my bit where things aren't very inclusive or feel very token-y inclusive. A lot of these things read as straight up CisHet or at the very least Cis. I am neither so I can absolutely clock it. (Side Note: This is a problem I find in a lot of canon x canon as well, particularly if it's a wlw ship.) It's genuinely why I prefer to see headcanon lists just using second person; it's easier to be vague enough to be enjoyable. Also, a lot of things I see are just boring? It sounds mean but that's what it is to me. Like, we're in this Cool Fantasy Setting and my place in this is as the damsel-in-distress or hidden from the action person who can't fight and follows traditional feminine gender roles? If there's multiple species options then y/n is also human 90+% of the time. I didn't unlearn those to have my leisure activities shove me right back in. There's also just the general character takes I don't enjoy or rudely shoving characters aside to fend off the jealous.) (As an example for the last one this comes specifically from a lot of Mandalorian y/n. The reader is a Basic Human, like not even a Mandalorian, who can't fight and was hired to babysit Grogu. Which means y/n's money/transportation/etc is dependent on Mando. Literally this is what I was supposed to want growing up: a big strong man to protect me and our child while being the breadwinner.)

With all of this being said, I still check in oneshot reader-inserts on occasion. It sounds pretentious but it's like ""market research"". As I plan things I like to know what's the current "trending tags" so to speak. Because the chance of me getting engagement with OCs is more probable to be from people who also read reader-inserts. Since they're already stepping away from canon x canon. Outside of the y/n character there's usually some sort of apparent trends in execution of tropes. Also things like fanon for this specific character is easy to pick up.

I don't let this sway my overall writing or my OCs. At the end of the day me and my little committee of fellow raccoons chilling in our dumpster. However, it's nice to know what the current up and up is. If, for example, people are really into enemies to lovers then working on my ideas featuring that could get me extra engagement. I'm also not lying and saying I don't want praise and interaction because I do. It's a very human thing and it's 100% okay! I'm just not bending to cater to everyone but me.

As a sort of last thing there's a lot of different subtopics to discuss specific to OCs. I'm not getting into it on this because I've wrote enough. But, I just wanted to point out that I'm aware of it. This is specifically about Y/N versus OC fic and how I feel and why.

People can read and write whatever they want! I'm not here to police anything. All that matters is everyone's having fun in their own sandbox.

Reblog as to why you prefer what you do pls n thxs <3

[guess-my-next-obsession]

Boss — Chapter 2

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pairing: javier peña x DEA!OC

warnings: narcos stuff, descriptions of gun violence (read at your own discretion), reader and Javi being down bad, injuries, angst, and a very fluffy ending

words: 2.3k

“Morning,” Valeria looked up from her report to see Javier leaning over her desk, a smirk playing on his lips. She closed her agape lips and sat up straight, eyes flickering behind him at the room full of agents and Columbian police officers shuffling about. “Sleep well? You look like it.”

She felt embarrassed that he called out her sudden made-up appearance. Typically she wore little to no makeup at work and slicked her hair into a tight bun, but today there was a noticeable amount of effort put in, her makeup soft but apparently more obvious than she’d hoped. Even her hair was different, it falling over her shoulders in its natural wavy state.

“Have you brought me anything useful?” She asked, the sternness in her voice returning. Javier chuckled and stood up straight, slapping a yellow manilla folder on top of her report. She groaned at his rudeness, realizing that this was the beginning of him treating her differently.

“My presence is useful, I’m told.” He gave her another smirk and she rolled her eyes.

“Murphy!” Steve suddenly appeared in the doorframe, his eyes glancing between hers and Javier’s. “I want you and Peña on patrol duty. Talk to Carrillo and ask him for recent hotspots amongst sicarios. If you come back empty handed, I’ll tell my assistant to clean out your desks. Understood?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Steve looked at Javier with a knowing look before leaving, Javier left standing in front of her with his hands on his hips.

“Patrol? You want me on fucking patrol?” He asked, his tone rubbing her the wrong way. It was one thing for the two of them to pursue an intimate relationship outside of work, but she wasn’t about to allow him to bring it into the office.

“I thought you liked being out in the field.” She opened the folder he’d slapped on her desk and groaned at the sight of multiple visa requests. “God, Peña. We can’t give a visa to every hooker you fuck.”

“They’re informants.” He corrected, her eyes shooting up to his, making him suck in a sharp breath. “And also hookers.”

“Jesus,” she sighed and shook her head as Carrillo walked into her office.

“Agent Y/L/N,” he nodded at her and looked to Peña. “Tengo un trabajo para Agent Peña, si no le importa.” [I have a job for Agent Peña, if you don’t mind.]

“Un trabajo? Lo quiera en la patrulla.” Valeria asked, eyes narrowing at Javier’s smirk. “Take Murphy.” [A job? I need him on patrol.]

“Yo necesito Peña.” He gave her that intimidating stare of his and she sighed, her eyes moving from Carrillo’s to Peña’s.

“Fine.” She sighed and watched as Carrillo left, Javier beginning to follow behind. “Peña!”

“Yes, boss?” He turned to her with a smirk, setting her off.

“If you ever test my fucking authority again by leveraging your friendship with Carrillo, I’ll have you fired and shipped back to America. Do you understand me?” She hissed and watched proudly as his smirk faded, sheer intimidation taking its place. He clenched his jaw and nodded. “Go find some fucking evidence and get out of my office.”

He turned and stormed out, obviously not happy with the way she spoke down to him, but it was what he deserved. She hadn’t spent the last six years of her life working her way through ranks to be questioned by some…pretty boy. No, she was here to get the job done, and now he knew that clearly.

•••

“I’m not going to be able to save you every time, Peña.” Carrillo and Javier made their way out to their unmarked jeep, followed by Agent Murphy and another Colombian police officer, Trujillo. “She intimidates even me. Don’t ask me to step in again.”

“Sí, yo sabes.” He lit up a cigarette, still angry about Valeria’s interaction with him as he climbed in the passenger seat. “A dónde vamos?” [Yeah, I know….Where are we going?]

“We’re still on fucking patrol.” Murphy interjected, making Javier sigh and rub his temples.

Back in the office, the day was coming to a close, and Valeria hadn’t done anything more than fill out paperwork. Though she was the boss, she somehow still managed to get sidelined.

“This is bullshit.” She hissed as she shook her wrist, her hand in pain from signing her name all day long. She hadn’t ever been an office dweller, and yet that was all she was to the men here in Medillin. Though she fought for the same side, they didn’t see her as an agent. No, all they saw her as was a pretty face and a clever mind, if that.

“Boss, there’s a tip on line three.” She tilted her head and set her pen down, reaching for the phone. Though tips these days all seemed to be false, she craved the thrill of being in the field again. Picking up the phone, she sandwiched it between her ear and shoulder.

“Hola,” she started, listening to a little girls shaking voice. “Hello?”

“Mi…mi padre…los narcos le dispararon.” She snapped her fingers for her assistant, watching as she hurried in. [My…my father…the narcos shot him.]

“Cuál?” [Which one?]

“La Quica.” Her heart both sank and jumped at the thought of possibly catching La Quica, elated to have a chance at catching him and terribly sad that this had to be the way.

“Desde dónde llamas, mija?” She grabbed her pen and scribbled the address on the paper. “Si, okay, vuelve a entrar. Asegúrate de esconderte hasta que lleguemos.” [Where are you calling from?…Yes, okay, go back inside. Make sure to hide until we get there.]

She hung up the phone and dialed the sat phone Carrillo carried, praying that he’d pick up. In the meantime, she told her assistant to arrange a van of policía to head out to the address.

“Carrillo?” The phone was finally answered, but it was Peña on the other line.

“Peña.” Valeria sighed.

“Peña, we have a tip. La Quica was seen in Medillin, let me give you the address.” She read the address out loud and heard him relaying the info. “He’s armed and just fled a murder scene. I’ll meet you there.”

“What? No!” He shouted into the phone and she pulled it away, staring at it and wondering where he found his audacity.

“You don’t get to tell me no.” She hung up and grabbed her gun, rushing out with her small team and hopping into a van.

Javier swore and hit the dashboard, gritting his teeth as he began to worry about her safety. First and foremost, he felt the need to be her protector, a trait of his he never could seem to shake. But he knew her well enough now to know there was no stopping her if she wanted something. All he could do was pray they arrived to the location at the same time as her.

When Valeria hopped out of the van with her gun drawn, she quickly scanned the area, not seeing any signs of violence. Her heart began to sink as she wondered whether or not she’d just entered a set-up, and the bullet striking the officer next to her confirmed it. She quickly turned around and ducked behind the van, poking her head out and shooting up into the tall building beside her, a sicario on the roof with a rifle.

She grabbed her radio and called for backup, the transmission ringing throughout Carrillo’s car. Javier hit the door in frustration as he heard her shaking voice announce that an officer was down.

“Más rápido! Vamos!” He shouted, Carrillo hitting the gas and drifting into the neighborhood. Javier all but jumped out of the van, not caring about his team calling his name as he made his way to Valeria.

He ducked beside her by the van, grabbing her now trembling face. He quickly scanned over her body and noticed the gunshot wound in her shoulder, blood staining the white of her button-down. “I told you to stay…” [Faster! Come on!]

“I don’t want to die, Javier.” She panted out and clung to his chest, causing him to tremble a bit out of sheer fear of losing her. By the time he’d started to help her into the jeep down the street, Carrillo and the other men managed to shoot down every sicario, allowing him to easily pick her up bridal style and run her to his car. He laid her down in the back seat and removed her bullet-proof vest before ripping open her shirt, the buttons flying across the car. “No, Javi…I don’t want them to see me.”

“You have no choice. I have to stop this bleeding,” He spoke hurriedly as he tore her shirt off, using some of the fabric as a tourniquet. Carrillo, Murphy, and Trujillo joined them both and started the car, Trujillo volunteering to stay back and wait for the clean-up team. Though she could hardly see clearly, she still managed to throw one of her arms over her bra-covered breasts, shielding her chest from the men’s eyes. “Vamos, Carrillo. She’s bleeding out!” [Lets go]

“I’m going!” He shouted back. Steve turned around in the passenger seat and watching as Javier held her face, whispering promises of safety and protection, knowing for certain now that his partner had crossed some sort of line with his boss.

“Javi,” He called out, but Javier was too busy trying to wake her from her unconscious state to notice. “Javi! Look at me!”

His eyes shot over to Steve’s, and the blonde man placed his hand on his partners shoulder.

“We got to her in time. She’s going to be okay.” He promised, watching as Javier hesitantly nodded, his chest still heaving with fear. Steve reached into his pocket and handed him a cigarette, lighting it for him and watching as he sat back against the seat, his eyes closing as he looked up at the ceiling of the car. He had never been much of a religious man, but he found himself praying for the first time in a very long time as her head laid on his lap. “She’s going to be okay.”

“Yeah.” He sighed out and swallowed a lump in his throat as he met Carrillo’s eyes through the rear-view mirror. The Coronel shot him a knowing look, almost warning him. “It’s not like that.”

“It’s not my business.” He replied simply, his eyes going back to the road as they pulled into the hospital.

Javier used what was left of Valeria’s shirt to cover her up as he lifted her out of the car, Steve helping to carry her into the emergency room while Carrillo headed back to the scene.

•••

“You sleep with her yet?” Steve asked a few hours after you had been taken in on a gurney, the two of them sitting in the waiting room. Javier shook his head and turned to look at him.

“No.” He snapped, irritated at the timing of his partners questioning.

“Something’s happening, Javi, and it ain’t any of my business, but if word gets to the Ambassador…they’re going to ship her ass right on back to Washington.”

“I fucking know, Murphy. I know.” He let his head fall into his hands and rubbed his eyes with the heels of his palms.

“Agents, she’s stable.” The nurse exercised her English as she guided the two men back into the room. Javier sighed in relief when he saw Valeria laying in her ugly hospital gown, her shoulder bandaged.

“Boss,” he started, and she gave him a groggy smile, the drugs taking effect. “I told you that you weren’t going to die.”

“Maybe I should start listening to you more.” She croaked out, earning a sincere laugh from the ever-stern agent. Her head turned to look at Murphy, his eyes studying the friendly body language between his boss and his partner. “Murphy, I’d like for you to take up my duties while I heal. It’s only for a couple weeks, but I have no doubt that you’ll be able to do the job.”

“Are you sure?” He asked, his eyes flickering to Javier’s stunned ones.

“Positive.” She avoided Javi’s eyes and nodded at Steve. “That will be all.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He left the pair alone, allowing Javier to speak his mind freely.

“Javi,”

“You give him a promotion? When I saved your fucking life?” He looked appalled at her decision, but she had her reasons. Murphy wasn’t half the agent that Peña had proven to be in Medillin, and though she knew he wouldn’t get it, she also knew that she needed him by her side.

“Javi, you don’t want my job. It’s just paperwork and meetings. Besides,” she softened her eyes at him, her near-death experience making her realize that time was far too fleeting to play coy any longer. “I’m going to need a security detail now that I’m injured and can no longer protect myself.”

“And you want me to be your bodyguard?” He chuckled and rolled his eyes, walking closer to her. She reached up and pinched his chin, shocking him with her sudden affections.

“You’re the only person I truly trust here, Javi.” His heart skipped a beat at the nickname, his hand lowering to cup her face as he tilted his head, standing at her bedside. “Please don’t try to argue.”

“I won’t. If you need me, I’ll be there.” He promised and ran his thumb over her delicate cheek, pulling away to walk over to the seat in the corner of the room. “Actually, I’ll be here.”

[luna-jaden-shadow]

Mistletoe

Plot - Random One Shot I did for @sandrawrites13

Fluff

Warning - Shameless self-promo mention of OC

Pairing - May Parker X Fem!Reader

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Just like every year in New York, it starts to snow as the Christmas season draws closer. With the month of December setting in and Time Square getting decorated and all of your friends starting to set up and decorate for the festive season. New York when it snows is a beautiful sight, especially from the warm comfort of your home. You’d spent hours decorating your own home with lights and anything else that fit the season.

“What do you think?” You turned your head, smiling brightly at your current helper. In turn, your dog just stares for a moment before barking and running off. “Rude.” You comment, turning back to the tree you’d decorated that’s sitting in your living room. “I think I’ll need help with ornaments.” You mumble to yourself, looking at the box on the floor. While you would be fully down with calling up your best friend (shameless self-promo) she’s currently busy spending the weekend with her fiancé, so she’s out of the question.

Then the idea came when you caught a glimpse of the TV broadcasting a video of Spider-Man saving a woman and her child. With a smile, you pulled out your phone and dialed up the number.

The woman picked up right away “Hello?” Came May’s voice, her being one of the only other people in New York who you were friends with. You knew her nephew through “work” and since your meeting you’d grown attached to the woman, one might say you’d fallen in love but that’s beside the point.

“Hey, May it’s me, Y/n!” You said happily, even though she had to have read the caller ID before picking up.

“Hey! What’s up? Don’t tell me he got into trouble again.” She groans at the thought of having to pick up Peter. The last time she had to do that was because he’s run out of web fluid and crash-landed in a lake, poor kid was shaking when he arrived at your place.

“No, no everything’s fine. I don’t know what he’s up to but I was calling cause I wanted to know if you wanted to come over and maybe help me decorate my tree? I could make some hot chocolate and we could have a girl's night of watching movies or whatever. We don’t have to if you don’t want to. You probably don’t want to so-”

“Y/n.”

“Yeah?”

“I’ll be right over.”

The smile on your face grew wider as you two said goodbye and hung up. “May’s coming over! Oh my God May’s coming over.” You suddenly come to the realization of what had just happened.

By the time she came over, you had cleaned and tidied up the place even though the two of you would surely make a mess while emptying the box in front of the tree. “I love what you’ve done with the place.” She places her jacket over the back of one of the chairs in the living room area before following you where your tree sits by the window.

“Thanks, it was a pain with someone judging me the whole time.” You shoot a look to your dog who just stares from where they’re laying on the couch, practically falling asleep right then and there.

“Awww they’re just the cutest.” She smiles, petting their head. “They’re just a little interior decorator is all.”

“Uh-huh, sure May, whatever you say.” You smirk, motioning for her to step away from your dog and closer to you. “I thought you were here for me, not my dog.”

“Well, I can be here for both.”

You laugh, shaking your head as the two of you start going through the box and hanging up different ornaments. The whole time the two of you are joking around and talking about life and anything else that either of you can bring up. “Do you want hot chocolate maybe? A little break from all this pine smell?” You offer as you hang up another colorful ornament.

“Yeah, that sounds great.” She straightens up, leaning back to crack her back. You look away, not wanting to have your face go red from seeing her so much as stretch that has you wanting to do things that would make Tony Stark blush. Smiling anyway, you lead her towards the kitchen, totally oblivious to the overly cliché trap that you had set up for any future Christmas parties that you’d no doubt be forced to throw. You go to pass through the doorway when a hand on your arm stops you.

“What’s up?” You turn to her confused only to see her point up. Following her gaze, you look up to see the mistletoe that you’d hung up in the doorway. “Oh, that’s what’s up. We really don’t have to, I put it up so I wouldn’t forget it for when we have a Christmas party or anything. It’s kinda stupid anyway so-” You’re cut off by May who has you now fully turned to her and has her lips pressed against yours.

“I’m not one to ignore an opportunity.” She smiles, hands trailing up to wrap around your neck. “Especially this one.”

[sapphire-dreamsky]

Red Night

Starring: Ryomen Sukuna, Curse!Reader, OCs

Pairing: Sukuna x Curse!Reader

Warning: Death of minor characters.

A/N: It's kind of a historical AU? I mean Sukuna has his original form, and it takes place in the past. But it's also historically innaccurate😅. I apologise in advance.

In retrospect, (y/n) knew it was fruitless. The gap between curses and humans was far too large. It was already set in the humans’ heart, the fear which accompanies ‘their’ apparition. By ‘their’ they mean curses of course. People were so scared of them that the mere utterance of their name, in their superstitious mind, meant immediate death. 

But (y/n) wanted to believe in the hope that one day, curses and humans could understand each other. She wanted them to be able to make a compromise so that both can live in peace. This shouldn’t be impossible. Curses are born from humans. Some humans even become curses. But that hope was squashed down as the townspeople grew to fear her. 

Sukuna watches as the town which once worshipped the ground (y/n) walked on, were now chanting her demise. They brought forth their pitchforks, their torches all in the hopes of killing the abomination. The abomination they once worshipped as if she was a goddess. Well, she was one in his eyes. A foolish, naive goddess, but still his. 

The woman looked around her, eyes gleaming in the orange glow of the fire. She so desperately wanted to turn back time. She wonders where it all went wrong. Did all her good deeds disappear as quickly as the day turned into the night? Her mind takes her back to a few months back. When she was arguing with her king.

“You are being foolish, (y/n). I once was a human exterminating curses. I know how the human mind works. They will hate you whatever you do.”

“But Sukuna, don’t you want a world where we can both live freely? Without the omnipresent fear that humans will always want to kill the likes of us?”

“I live for killing humans. I live for the carnage. But if you’re so stubborn, go on to that town down our mountain. Prove me wrong if you so desire to get along with these pests.” Sukuna rolled his four eyes, four arms crossed on his chest. He could care less about living with humans. He thought that the life they were leading up that mountain was enough. No one could disturb them there. But no, (y/n) had to have this stupid idea in her pretty little mind. Sometimes the King wonders how she became a curse with so much kindness and compassion in her heart. He could hardly see her curse anyone. She was too kind for her own good. That’s a part of her personality Sukuna cannot get rid of.

And so she headed down to the town at the foot of the mountain they were residing at. She remembers their warm smile as they welcome her into their ranks. She looked like them after all. Mere humans wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between human curses and themselves. They merely thought that her tattoos were among one of the oddities which she had. She stayed in the town for six months. Six blissful months where all their woes disappeared thanks to (y/n). She healed the young and elderly to her best abilities despite using curse energy. She helped the crops grow even during floods. The town is prospering more than ever since her arrival. And so, they made a shrine for her. They showered her with praises, thanking the gods for sending their messenger to their town. 

Sukuna watched from the temple as his lover went and made friends around town. He watched her giving her warm smiles to children as they tugged on her kimono for attention. He watched her become known as the merciful goddess of that town. The king of curses didn’t know what to think. Her ideas were foolish. Humans and curses can never coexist. That’s the truth. But he let her run around. He only watched from a distance because he knew that he was the one who would be right. It won’t be long before she realizes that humans were monsters in sheep’s clothing. It won’t be long until she comes back to his side.

(Y/n) felt happy. She was glad that she could help the people. A positive feeling accompanied all the good deeds. The people were happy with her presence. ‘It won’t be long until they see that curses have feelings too!’ (Y/n) though ecstatically. What she didn’t know was that she gained the attention of not only the people living in the town but also those who ruled that town. And cruel was the man who watched the beautiful woman in the pink flower-patterned kimono as she walked around town carelessly, with an easy smile. He shall have her. She will be his newest concubine. He was the Lord of that land. Everything belonged to him. And that included that peculiar woman. Messenger of the gods or not, that had little importance in his eyes, for he was the Lord who ruled over everything. It didn’t matter if she was married or engaged, for he lived only for his own pleasure.

It was a cloudless day. (Y/n) was going to visit Sukuna again as was her habit. In her hand was a wooden basket an elderly woman crafted for her after learning she was going up to the shrine on the mountain. “Be careful,” said the elderly woman with a concerned tone, “I hear that there are wild animals up that mountain. It’s dangerous. No one goes there anymore because of them.” (Y/n) smile reassuringly at her. She knew for a fact that there were no wild animals. Sukuna was merely protective of the place he decided to claim as his own. The elderly woman was the first one who welcomed her to that town. She introduced to the young curse everything she had to know about the town’s custom and their cultures. To the curse, she was like a grandmother. The elderly woman had no family and was a widow. She lived alone in her house of stone on the outskirt of town. So, (y/n) took it upon herself to visit her as often as she could. She would often bake (y/n) some treats to repay her help around her house. The curse would often bring them up to Sukuna so that they could eat it together. The King was disgusted at first. But after much nagging, he relented and begrudgingly said that they tasted “alright”. That meant to (y/n) that they tasted good. That he liked them. So she would always bring him the treats the old widow prepared for her. Watching him enjoy something so simple makes her so happy. It’s like a reminder for her. A reminder that Sukuna used to be a human. Watching him eat is so grounding because she could pretend that they were normal. That they wouldn’t get shun should they decide to live amongst humans. She wanted to go to the market with her king. She wanted to do domestic chores that her parents used to do a long time ago. She wanted to go to festivals with her king even if he would complain the whole time. It was these little wishes which kept her trying to make peace with humans. She wanted Sukuna to enjoy something human. Something which would remind him that he too used to be human.

The road to the mountain was always quiet. It was not very used since people rarely travelled this way. But today, there was a very fancy carriage with some guards obscuring her usual route. (Y/n) came to a halt in front of the carriage, head cocked to the side, confused. The guards open the door and help a tall man down. He was a tall human with black hair and green eyes. He might have been handsome in humans’ standard. But he paled in comparison to her beloved grouchy King. He gave her what he considered his ‘best smile’. It was a grin really. It was so different from Sukuna’s. The grin of this human makes her uncomfortable. The grin of Sukuna made her feel butterflies in her stomach. It made her nervous in a good way. 

“Rejoice woman! For, the great ruler of the town has decided to make you his concubine! This is not a favour which is given to many. You are special in my eyes so get in the carriage and let’s head back to the palace immediately! I want to get acquainted with you, lovely flower.” The woman cringes. Sukuna who was rude and crass was finally not that bad. ‘There are people who are worse than him when trying to flirt, after all. How shocking.’ But nevertheless (Y/n) politely bows her head in apology. It would be bad if she upset the Lord since she wanted to get along with his people after all. “ I apologize, My Lord. There is already someone in my life at the moment. I’m certain, however, that you will find someone more fitting for the position you are offering.” With that, the young woman leaves the flabbergasted man behind and continues her road to the mountain. The road which led to the king of her heart. 

The man watches her leave in anger. No one was ever brave enough to simply brush him aside like that. How dare she humiliate him in front of his guards like that. The lord was turning red. With a cold cutting voice, he orders his guards to spread a rumour. ‘The pretty little woman will soon run begging for mercy at his feet.’ He thought, chuckling maniacally.

After she spent her night with her King who was attention-starved, not that he would admit it. He would rather fight a thousand shamans than admit that he missed his annoying woman. (Y/n) decides to go back to town to see if there was anything she could help with. Instead of the warm welcome, she always gets, all she receives is cold shoulders and glares. The people cowered away from her. ‘Could they know about my real identity?’ Worried, she decides to go to the one person who would tell her everything. The old woman’s shop was closed today. (Y/n) had to head to the house on the outskirts of town. Just going there took the young woman the whole morning. She knocked on the woman’ door. In the corner of her eyes, she sees a curtain move. The door opens quickly, a frail old hand grabs the curse and drags her inside before quickly shutting the door. 

“Oh my poor child. You should not have come back! You have to run away before nightfall!” (Y/n) looks at her confused. “But why?” The woman shakes her head gravely. “The lord of this town is awful. He takes whoever he wants. If they don’t go along with him, they are killed by the townspeople.” The curse recoils. Frozen in her shock, the elderly woman goes on. “He told everyone that you were a witch. You fornicate with the devil which is why you can heal, do so many miracles for us. Everyone is scared right now. They will-” 

A loud bang resonates. Shouts of anger can be heard from outside. The moon shines in red glows as torches illuminate the night. The old woman drags the curse to the side door and pushes her outside. “Go! I will distract them!” “Grandma, no! You have to come with me! I can protect us both!” The old woman shakes her head and smiles at the curse gently. “You might not be human, but your heart is kinder than most. This house means everything to me. I want to die between these walls.’’ The woman pushes (y/n) one more time. The curse watches as they condemn the human who has been so kind to her from the very first day. The curse watches as they burn this house to the ground. The memories she made with the woman burning and disappearing in the fire. Oh, how cruel humans can be.

Alerted by the smell of fire, Sukuna exits his temple and watches as the town below chases after his lover. Their torches and angry shouts can be heard in the silence of the night. Sukuna watches as his lover stands in the middle of the crowd. The lord watches in satisfaction from his home as they chase down the woman who humiliated him. Ready to intervene, Sukuna runs down the path leading to the little town.

(Y/n) shocked at the turn of the events, looks around her. These people that she helped in the past. These people who would always smile at her when she is passing through town. They were now cursing at her, wishing her dead. They killed one of their own because of a sin that she didn’t commit. Because of the old widow’s kind heart. Her eyes are glassy. She can feel a tear falling down. It hurts. It suffocates her. She can barely breathe as they keep on chanting her demise. The people she loved turned against her. Sukuna was right. Even without knowing what she truly was, humans would always chase away those who didn’t appear humans. 

And so, during that full moon, which would later be known as the Red Night, she burned that town to the ground without Sukuna’s help. She became their worst nightmare. Their worst fear came to reality as they angered the goddess. The lord who instigated all of this tragedy watches in fear as (y/n) burned his town to the ground. He would become the only living witness. He would later tell his children about the story of the goddess of his old town. The scar which marred with once flawless skin that he received from her would be the only proof of her very existence. The proof that you should not anger a curse. 

Sukuna held her as they went back to their temple. For once, he spared her of his snide comment. He doesn’t complain as she wets his kimono with her tears. His four arms encircle her form protectively. She might have been foolish but she was his. And the gods forbid, Sukuna took care of everything which was his. Even if they annoy him by forcing him to eat sweets, even if she would hug him without the fear that he would snap and kill her in an instant. Sukuna might not understand the concept of love, as a human, he loved no one but himself. But as a curse, he knew that he loved her as he let her sit comfortably in his lap. He knew he loved her when he let her make a home in his temple. She knew Sukuna loved her when he held her tight and never let go.

[wooahaes]

On the topic of social media AUs ... maybe it's just me but it also leaves me feeling a little weird when white people use pictures of some pretty korean girl for y/n. Like. It feels a little off to me? Why would you use a korean person when both you and probably a majority of your readers aren't korean? To make it more realistic bc a korean is more likely to meet them? I mean it's idol x reader fiction, it's unrealistic by default

I don't mean to be rude to anyone or call anything out I just feel some sorta way about it.

Also I think it's just a little sad to write fiction where the reader is supposed to identify themselves with y/n but then taking that possibility away from so many people by adding a picture. If you want y/n to be an OC (which would be fine but) then just make an OC instead of calling them y/n...

oh hi nonny i absolutely want to talk about this

my friend ursa has a very good post (two, actually) about this sort of thing and how to fix it. sorry to hype her up again, but her posts are genuinely a good read and i feel do hit on the topic that people just... don't ever address. reader insert fics are meant to be inclusive (which ik me writing LHC was definitely excluding people who aren't chubby, but i feel like there's defo a difference between "automatically excluding people from the get-go without even attempting to warn about it" and "someone writing representation for themself because they rarely get to see it").

the rest of this is going under a readmore because i hate having long asks on my blog sdfkjhsdf sorry

i can't really say too much on the topic because i'm a white person speaking from a white perspective, but i get it, i think? it kinda feels... a little fetishize-y of korean women. if you want to write an OC and give her a face claim, do it. i personally do that when i give my readers friends, as do a lot of people.

at the very least, i wish people would warn their readers when a fic is going to be exclusive up front. i warn for when my reader fics are chubby!fem!reader (or even fem!reader in general), i've seen other writers warn that a fic has a fem!reader whos physically smaller than the guy. i've almost gone into a social media au until i saw that the writer gave a warning that they used ulzzangs for reader!! and i appreciated that, even if i didn't end up reading their fic!! i genuinely hold nothing against those writers because they put in that warning.

anyway not to throw my own shot out there but sometimes i genuinely wonder if like... people realize its probably easier to just not include ulzzangs for reader than having to match up appearances (long hair, or curls, or whatever) between pictures. i get using the same pics from the same person, but still--it's gotta be easier to just... not have to go looking for those pictures, right?

anyway if ur gonna use a korean girl for ur smaus u might as well use some girls from jstyle_evellet on instagram for once. fucking do it. i dare you. use yeom yoon-hye. use bae kyo-hyun. i DARE you to use someone who isn't the traditional petite pretty ulzzang girl you see everywhere. if your instinct is to go "ew no, why would i use them?" then maybe you should sit down and ask yourself the real reason why you use ulzzangs because it sure as hell isn't to "make it realistic"

[yanderecandystore]

Can we get some content for how the Android darling and Ms. Bright would meet?

In this [🍰🍑🤖] we get a glimpse of what their relationship is like and a lil mention of how things have worked out- But let's see how it played out from the a.is perspective.

Hi boo, I hope you're doing great, I'm very sorry for the long ass waiting- Sadly I may warn y'all that I have gone through many stages while writing this: h 0 r ny, corny, and angsty. This is actually pretty heavy, as I tried pulling some of the loose threads that I left all over Ingrid's posts (I still need to give her an bio ;-; I'm sorry y'all-)

So this is all over the place, since this is a fic I've been writing for a long time.

Also I know jackshit about robotics, and I think this fic shows how much I don't know anything XD

TW: Family issues related to: LGBTQ identity // very angsty // Ingrid is very rude, but she also struggles a lot during this- // socially distant // socially awkward // being misinterpreted/having a hard time socializing //

Tags: angy sad lady // ownership dynamic // this is basically the reader reminiscing about the past (continuing it from where Happy Lies left off) // the reader is low-key a simp at times- // master x servant dynamic, possessive behavior and a lot of yelling // just angsty really, I'm so sorry //

🍭꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍰꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖🍭

Happy birthday, mistress [Yandere!CEO OC x A.I!Reader - Short Fanfiction]

3,763 words

Whenever you remember your first day of activation, or more accurately your first day of actually being able to be activated for more than five seconds (you can't remember it fully, but you're aware that because of your complex design, you had passed through a lot of prototype phases before you could properly function-), you almost feel an odd sense of nostalgia, maybe due to the fact it was indeed the most important day of your existence as an android.

It was Ms.Bright's nineteenth birthday, when she would be handed the corporation that has been passed down by generations. And not only would she inherit the company, but also a beautifully designed a.i assistant made to help Ms.Bright's every need. You were made to be an easy communication center from Ms.Bright to the employees, as Ms.Bright's had a hard time communicating with people and expressing herself.

At first, she didn't seem to enjoy the idea very much- It was clear that she considered you to be quite annoying and useless. And- Well- It did hurt at first, after all, you were built to help her and be her friend no matter what.

So hearing her be mean towards you was… Very tough at first. Your first day as her assistant wasn't easy, you ended up getting in her way most of the time- And since she also didn't know exactly what she was doing, she got overwhelmed by so many things going down in one single day.

Ingrid has always dreamed of being in power of the company- Actually, now that you know her a little more- You can positively say she was probably just stressed at having to deal with so many responsibilities so suddenly, even if it has been her lifelong wish to inherit the company.

And even if it seems impossible at times, she would still come back strong and find a way to deal with it. That's something you really admire about her.

Your first week on the job was basically just trying to get accustomed and trying to learn everything you needed to do- While also trying to understand Ms.Bright as best as you could. Now… You weren't built to say this- And- And of course you don't think like this anymore, but…. You used to think she was really mean.

Frightening, even.

Now that you're all alone waiting for her to get back from work, you can't help but feel like replaying those moments inside your head.

"{... Replaying recorded conversation n°000050: "My second day at work"...}"

" Oh, what are you doing here?"

" Morning Ms.Bright! I-I was rechecking the files from yesterday and I was trying my best to reorganize them, a-after the incident-"

" The "incident" that you caused yesterday?"

" Well, yes, of course! I wanted to fix things up before you came back, I'm really sorry for being so reckless, I promise I won't do it again, I was just-"

"It 's fine. You don't need to worry about it."

" But… But I thought-"

" The files you had messed with weren't really all that important, and besides I'm sure there are copies all around the place. Sigh, who am I kidding- In reality, I should be the one apologizing for my behavior yesterday."

"...."

" I recognize that I shouldn't have treated you the way that I did, in a sense it's my fault you lost those files in the first place."

" … Well, it's nothing really mistress, I'm the one who should-"

" No, don't even finish it. You shouldn't have to apologize and shouldn't have spent the night wasting your battery on this-"

"...."

".... You know what, do whatever- I sometimes forget that you are… Nevermind, come back to my office as soon as you can."

"{... End of recorded conversation n°000.000.050… }"

You never knew what she was going to say, but you remember not being able to ask her that- As you were afraid of her potentially getting mad at you for asking too many questions. She always seemed so ruthless at times.

You remember the time you went to a family event with her, a family party, where an incident happened and she was absolutely livid. Your relationship with her wasn't so pretty at the time, you don't know why but- Your mistress didn't seem to trust you as much as you wish she did at the time.

"{... Replaying recorded conversation n°000.001.588: "First party ever- And it was very unpleasant" ...}"

" What's the matter with you?! Why can't you follow simple instructions- I told you to stay here and not mess around."

" I'm. So. Sorry. Mistress-"

" Even your vocal module is broken- Who told you to enter that pool in the first place?? You can't tell me you did something so stupid all on your own."

" I. Slipped.-"

" Am I a joke to you? I've said tell me who gave you the order to jump in the goddamn pool while everyone else was inside- Don't you dare start lying to me."

" … One of the. Party guests. Lost something. Inside the water. I tried helping them. But I started to. Malfunction."

" … Sigh, okay. Continue."

" It wasn't. Their fault. I did it. On my own. I was just- Trying. To help."

" By throwing yourself inside a pool when you're well aware of the damage the water can cause to your inner systems?!"

" I'm sorry!"

" You could have- No, you SHOULD have called someone else to help you, I can't believe it- You could have drowned in there and I wouldn't even be aware of that since I was inside the house, [Y/n]!"

" …. But Ms.Bright. I can't drown-"

" Yeah, yeah- I know you-... I know you can't drown."

" … Listen, you could have still gotten yourself hurt okay? You could have permanently damaged your systems, and if I wasn't made aware of what happened, I wouldn't have been able to take you out of the water in time, okay?"

"... Sigh, I just realized how much I have been yelling, everyone is probably scared now that I've made such a scandal. This… Isn't really a new thing to me, I'm accustomed to ruining parties like this. I'll have to apologise later to everyone. [Y/n], please just- When I ask you to stay still, please listen to me. I was worried about you."

"...."

"{... End of recorded conversation n°000.001.588 ...}"

You can't deny it- Whenever she was truly irritated she could make any person next to her feel threatened, though the more you look at your recordings, you feel like she doesn't really want to be feared like this. Respected? Absolutely. Feared? Not ideal, but she takes it anyway.

You have a couple of different recordings here and there, your memories are separated into sections. You have recordings of events in several formats: pictures, videos, texts and audio recordings. Though the one you use the most is audio recordings, since videos take a very big space inside your mind, and pictures need context, otherwise they wouldn't be considered memories, right?

You can't have many memories at a time because most of your mind is supposed to be used to store the company's files, so you do have a couple of memories that you have deleted to make space for the Bright Vision's more secret/personal documents. Since Ingrid took you home yesterday, and said you won't be going to work for the company anymore, then maybe you can find somewhere else to store those files so you can make space for new memories with Ms.Bright.

First, you'll need to recheck some of your own memories to see if they're worth holding onto. There is probably a lot of junk in there that you won't be needing anymore, which can be a bit tedious and take some time, but you clearly have enough time on your hands to do so, considering how she is not home and- Well, you're pretty bored, you already done everything that she asked you to do.

Honestly, she gave such small tasks today, she probably didn't plan to change your work environment so suddenly.

After about an hour of research through your data you have realized that even if you have way too many files, it's kinda hard to delete them. At first you didn't mind the idea of deleting certain stuff, but now it feels a bit sad to erase parts of your memory, you just had so many good times and- And even the bad times are worth remembering, right?

It has been an hour of you just standing there, trying your best to not delete anything important while also revising each recording you have. Most files are a bit out of order, numerically speaking, but you don't mind that too much cause- Well, you can always reorganize them later.

… You never actually do that, but you like to think that one day you will, though.

After so many recordings of conversations, you found one who didn't seem to really belong in your head. You see, you always title every single thing inside your personal archives so that it doesn't get mixed with other files- All of your memories have a specific title so that you can have an idea of which is which.

The thing is- You don't remember this file, the title seems off, and it seems like it's incomplete. Oddly broken. Still, you decided to take a listen and try to remember what happened in this event.

"{... Replaying recorded conversation n°000.068.xxx: "I yell too much" ...}"

"...."

"...."

"...."

This is a very silent audio, there seems to be some background noise happening, but you can't make out what's happening. This audio sounds distorted, edited maybe. Someone tried messing with your memories but they weren't able to completely erase this file.

Maybe they were inexperienced at the time.

"...."

"...."

"...."

You think you heard something, it sounded closer to you- It sounded like someone possibly sitting down next to you. You don't know who it is, or what it is

"...."

".... I'm such a mess. Why am I doing this? Why does this feels so-"

"...."

It seems like someone is speaking, but you're not speaking back. Even in this heavily edited audio, you can still make out what sounds to be a feminine voice.

".... I'm sorry for, well, using you this way. It feels- So, so weird."

"...."

".... I just want… No, I need to vent to you for a while, even if you won't remember what I'm going to say."

This audio gives you an odd sensation. You think you're starting to recognize who this is- But then again, who else could it be, if not Ms.Bright herself?

" I never did this before, with something so- Human like- With something so human looking. I used to record my thoughts on my phone but I thought I would never need to vent with an object before- But here I am! Making a fool of myself…"

"...."

The speaker, who you assume to be Ingrid, seems to be having a lot of trouble speaking, her voice is cracking and her breathing seems uneven. She sounds out of breath, and she takes a lot of pauses to be able to speak her mind.

"...."

".... I have…. Thought about opening myself in this way because- Because I have no one else to listen to it, and I guess I can only blame myself for it. I know I'm difficult, I know I'm rude and I know I come across as a tyrant to everyone else- I- I really don't know what 's wrong with me, okay?!"

" Years, and years, and years of training, of studying, of planning to become the very next owner of this corporation as it's already not only a job but also a very painful family tradition that I felt proud of! That I gave everything that I could to be part of! I remember wanting this so bad, I remember how I used to daydream about this stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid tradition when I was a little kid who just wanted to do more, to be more!"

".… I almost lost all of this. 19 years of my life that were threatened to be thrown in the trash just because I- Because I'm not his son??! Because I- I'm not his only "son" anymore??.... Who said I ever was- Who said I ever was his son…?"

".... I- I know all about the stupid, awful and extremely unnecessary tradition of passing the leadership from father to son, and to this very day- inside the same office all of my predecessors had went through- I still think that tradition is garbage. I always thought I wouldn't make it here, I always thought something would stop me from being the next face of Bright Vision."

".... I can't tell- If I always knew about this- I can't even imagine how I knew this considering the dumb kid that I was, but…"

".... I'm his daughter. I'm Mr.Bright's only daughter, and the only possible heir to this twisted company."

" The people outside think our only focus it's on robotics and technology of all kinds. I wish I could go back to thinking that too, it would have been so much simpler that way."

" After a very long fight about my rights as the heir to this- Company. My father thought it would be wise to move to the countryside. Far away from all of this. And to be fair, I was- So, so mad at him that I thought that him moving away from here and letting me be would be better, but every now and then I- I miss him. I miss him so much…."

"He sent me a birthday present today. After three years of absolute silence he sends me flowers and- And a gift card containing his number… And I- Called him despite everything, and even so to this day he can't even say my name- IT'S BEEN THREE YEARS AFTER HE LEFT ME ALL ALONE WITH THIS CURSED BUSINESS AND HE STILL CAN'T FUCKING. SAY. MY. NAME."

You felt scared at the sudden yelling, even if her voice was progressively getting more aggressive and louder, you still got caught up by the sudden yelling.

".... I'm- A mess- I know that now."

You can't understand what's going on, but it sounds like she started laughing… Or maybe crying? Probably both.

".... I'm just terrible at this. I always was, weren't I? I'm just terrible at these types of interactions- Maybe all of them! I just don't understand how to- How to do it?? I don't know anymore…."

".... That's why I have you, in the first place, isn't it?"

" I had such an awful time expressing myself that they gave me an overpriced doll to do it for me. When I first heard about this three years ago, I- I've felt so fucking pitiful."

" Can you imagine it? The CEO of such a big corporation is so difficult to deal with that she needs an overly glorified doll that can translate her words to the other employees! An a.i created just to help me, an absolute idiot!"

".... I've felt so angry at them- I felt so angry at him for having to build a robot just to be a comfort pet to the stressful work that I would have to do for the rest of my position as owner of Bright Vision Corp, and I was mad at you! You pissed me off to no end, and I- I just couldn't help but be frustrated at you, not for being in my way, but for being an reminder that I'm awful at this-"

"...."

Her sobs stopped her from continuing that sentence.

".... I've treated you so unfairly because of this. I- I made sure that whenever you looked at me you would feel terrified of me because that's the only way I thought I could be respected, that's the only way I thought you would listen to me, and yet you never did…. You weren't built to follow my every order perfectly, you were made to be literally my only friend, after 22 years, here you are- The only person that can get me isn't even an actual person-"

"..... And I forget this…! I forget this every time I look at your eyes, I forget how robotic you are whenever I see you helping others not because you were told to, but just because you thought you could."

"...."

".... I always forget that you're supposed to be just another robot… He really did think about everything when designing you."

".... I always catch myself being awful towards you, being- Being excessively rude, not because of my way of talking but because of my own petty feelings towards you as my assistant… As my friend, as my android, as my-"

"...."

"..... I'm so sorry for being like this, you don't deserve to have someone who is constantly being mean towards you be considered your boss- Your boss, your friend- ...Sigh, even your owner…"

" I'm sorry [Y/n], I'm really, really sorry- But it doesn't matter how many times I say that- I don't know if I can ever make it up to you. Words won't heal any wounds, they never did."

"...."

".... But maybe actions will."

"...."

" I'll stop being so harsh on you, you really don't deserve this- I was feeling weird about using your recording system to vent like this, but now that I think about it I have been using you as a venting mechanism since the day we met……. I'm- I'm so goddamn awful."

"...."

"...."

" "How can someone so in love be so cruel?".... Would you be able to answer me if you were conscious?.... I don't think you would, no one has been able to tell me the right answer yet."

".... I hope I can be better- I will be better."

"...."

" I just need to remember how to delete this file before you wake up- I hope I can do that. End recording."

"{... End of recorded conversation n°000.068.xxx …}

………….

It took you about an hour or so to be able to process what you have just listened to. And even then, you weren't able to fully comprehend what happened.

Ms.Bright- No, Ingrid- Ingrid has used your recording system while you were out, she probably tried deleting the file but because she was inexperienced with your kind of technology, she decided to just edit it and try to make it unlistenable.

It was- Barely audible but you still got to understand some of it.

Did she- Did she forget to completely erase it? Did she forget entirely??? You're not sure.

You don't know why but a sudden wave of- Something- Something feels so odd about this-

You don't know how to respond really. You don't feel mad about her ranting to you, you don't even feel bad about her ranting to you while you weren't aware- You feel bad, but not because of her but because of the emotional turmoil she has been hiding from you.

Should you do something? Should you say something?? How do you even- You don't know how respond to this-

You're programmed to comfort her, yet- This file is already old, and she didn't want you to remember this so maybe it won't be the best idea to bring it up, but what can you do??!

Maybe you just need to rethink this through, maybe you should listen to audio again, and try to figure out what's the best way to help her out when she comes back.

You're honestly baffled at the idea that someone like her had so much to confess to- You probably shouldn't have seen her as an unstoppable goddess in the first place, but then again- Even after hearing her open herself, even after listening to her insecurities- Your opinion of her hasn't changed.

She was holding this for so long, no wonder she always seems on edge.

She 's only human. Yet you never really saw her as just that.

She was always so much larger than you, so much stronger than what your fabricated body was, and she always sounded so much smarter and- And she was just always so… Terrifyingly beautiful to you.

Ingrid Bright was always considered a very good looking individual, but no one ever considered her to be much else because of her way of speaking to others (which may sound rude and occasionally condescending, causing others to avoid her as much as they could), but you always thought she was so much more than that-

It's hard to even explain it really, ever since you met you have started to understand the concept of how beauty and fear can mix together, you find her to be so beautiful, yet her demeanor and stature makes you feel afraid of her for some reason- And even worse than that, the fear she may unconsciously bring you makes her seem more beautiful in your eyes.

You shouldn't think of her as scary or frightening, she is your boss, your master and your owner, there is no reason for why you should feel this way towards her- But then again, there is no reason for you to even feel in the first place, you were just built to do so.

You don't think she means harm to anyone, after getting to know her you realize why her behavior can be misinterpreted as mean and scary- Ms.Bright always had a hard time socializing with others, even her family had a hard time understanding her, so maybe that's why she grew to have such a tough exterior.

As someone that was built to make the communication between CEO and employees easier, you've had to learn to understand her to be able to help others understand her as well, and vice versa. It wasn't easy, and you wouldn't say that you know her completely well- But you feel proud of the work you have done so far, you're her loyal companion but more importantly a friend.

Funny how much you learned not only about her, the employees, or even the business of the company- But also about humans in general in these five years of working for her, it makes you feel more whole when you remember how much you have achieved.

You hope you can somehow help her right now, and to help her from here on out. You decide to wait for her and possibly talk about how she feels and how she deals with said feelings. Hopefully all ends well.

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Sorry for the loose ending! I was feeling very tired ;-; but if anyone wants it I could totally make a second chapter with a better ending.

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[thelargefrye]

GRIMOIRE: TALES OF TALES. DAY O2.

── summary. wooyoung never learns.

── roles. vampire!ateez, vampire!reader, human!oc

── genre. vampire, romance, drama, established poly relationship

── word count. 2.4k

── warnings. hints of cheating, cussing, oc gets referred to as “it” by some members, slight choking, someone gets punched, a little blood

── main menu.

anna sometimes finds herself thinking back to when she first met wooyoung and he managed to convince her to come back to home. she felt so entranced by the blonde and thought the look he gave her was nothing more than love. 

before meeting him, she was unwanted and a runaway. running away was all she was good at.

wooyoung had to nudge her into the rather large and expensive house. he guides to the living area of the home where she was greeted with several other men that were just as handsome as him.

one of the guys stood up, anna thought he was the most beautiful one out of all them. however the death glare he was sending her and wooyoung made her want to coward away from his stare. 

“wooyoung, what the fuck is that?” his voice was just as deadly as his stare and she knew he was talking about her.

“this anna. she’ll be staying with us for a while,” wooyoung answers. the blue haired male stood up this time with a shocked expression.

“the hell she is!” he replies back and wooyoung just rolls his eyes at the male’s words. “yah! don’t roll your eyes at me, wooyoung! this is serious, you need to get her out of here before the others come back.”

“i’m not worry about them, hyung,” wooyoung says before he begins to walk away from them. he turns back to anna and gestures for her to follow him. wooyoung stops in front of the first male who still has a hard look on his face.

“aw, hyung, don’t glare at me like that. it hurts my feelings,” the blonde teases before running a hand down the taller male’s chest rather affectionately. the action catches anna off guard, but she doesn’t say anything about it. 

“you’re so screwed, woo,” one of the males on the couches says. wooyoung only shrugs him off before walking out of the room. anna doesn’t waste any time in following the male.

“what are we going to do, hyung?” mingi ask looking at the two eldest members. 

“nothing, we’re not going to do anything. let him suffer the consequences of bringing a human home,” seonghwa says, his face still hard as he thinks about how much trouble wooyoung just has to cause all the time. 

a hand comes to caress his cheek snapping seonghwa out of his anger a little bit. he looks to see yunho the one now standing in front of him. his touch is a lot less lustful and more comforting than wooyoung’s.

“every time he does this, he doesn’t realize how much it hurts all of us. he brings these stupid humans into our home and messes and leads them along before one of us snaps. it makes everyone on edge and i hate it,” seonghwa says with a distressed look on his face.

yunho rubs his thumb softly over seonghwa’s cheek before leaning down to kiss the older male. “we know, hyung, and you’re right maybe this time we should let wooyoung learn his lesson,” he says before turning to the other three vampires in the room. “can we all agree to this?”

the other three nodded making yunho smile at them before turning to seonghwa and gesturing for him to come sit back down with them. they resumed watching the show they had been watching.

“when are yeo, sannie, and y/n coming home?” mingi asked a few minutes later.

“not for a few more days,” hongjoong answers after thinking for a second. 

“should we... should we let them know beforehand?”

“no,” seonghwa speaks up before anyone else can, “wooyoung is gonna learn his lesson even if it catches those three off guard.”

the next morning, anna comes downstairs and is greeted with the sight of wooyoung having his arms wrapped around the male that had glared at her when she had first arrived. 

“hwa, don’t be upset at me~” wooyoung says, dragging out a few of his words as he tried cuddling into the best he could. 

“you know how we all feel when you bring humans home and yet you keep doing it. therefore i have a right to be upset at you,” seonghwa says.

“don’t be like that, hwa, you know i love you and the others.”

everything happens too fast for anna because one second wooyoung is still hanging onto seonghwa and the next wooyoung is pinned to the counter behind the both of them. his hands are pinned above his head while seonghwa uses his other hand to wrap it around wooyoung’s neck.

“we let you play your little games without facing the consequences, but not this time so i would highly recommend to stop being a brat before i put you in your place,” seonghwa threatens and anna gasps in surprise at his sudden action and words. seonghwa looks up upon hearing her and glares at her. she notices the red glint in his eyes and her own are wide in surprise.

seonghwa removes himself from wooyoung and goes back to finishing breakfast. wooyoung can only smirk as he sits up before turning to look at the female who is still standing at the kitchen entrance.

“morning,” he greets her and anna quickly greets him back. she then watches as he moves from the counter and walks by her and out of the kitchen. 

anna contemplates if she should follow wooyoung out but decides against it and goes to sit down at the table.

“why are you still here?” seonghwa asks without even bothering to turn and look at her.

she knows its probably stupid, but anna decides to be brave for a moment, “why are you angry at me being here? i haven’t even been here a full day and you are just mean and angry towards me for no reason.”

seonghwa stops what he’s doing and turns to look at the girl with burning red eyes. anna was once more shocked and immediately stood up from her seat.

“you want to know why i’m so angry you’re here?” he asked, but anna knew it was rhetorical. “i’m angry that wooyoung doesn’t ever fucking learn! he plays these fucking games and makes the rest of us suffer because he’s selfish! you don’t belong here, this isn’t your home,” the elder is seething, as he takes several steps closer the girl. the veins in his neck are prominent and his teeth are clenched too tight to be comfortable.

“you’re lucky i don’t kill humans or else i would have killed you the second you walked through the front door, but don’t think the other won’t try,” he warns before turning and going back to the food.

anna is frozen in her spot for a few moments before she finally snaps herself out of the scared trance she was in. she quickly leaves the kitchen and heads back upstairs to wooyoung’s room. upon entering, she finds him on the phone with a large smile on his face. it wasn’t like the smiles and smirks he gave her... this was different.

he laughs, “yes, y/n, i’m taking care of myself. no need to worry... yeah. how are sannie and yeo?... don’t give him a hard time, okay, princess?... i love you, too. bye.” he takes the phone away from his ear before ending the call and then tossing his phone on the bed behind him. 

“who’s y/n?” anna asks, curious to know more about who he was talking to.

“my favorite person in the world,” he answers before falling back on the bed and looks up at the ceiling. “she saved me no one else did.”

anna only nods as she walks over to him and lays down next to him on his bed, “so where is she right now?”

“she’s on a small trip with two of my other mates,” the word ‘mates’ catches her attention but she decides not to question it.

“do i get to meet her?”

“yeah, she’ll be home in a few days,” anna notes the disinterest in his voice and decides to stop asking questions. she couldn’t stop the sudden uneasiness that settled in her stomach at the thought of whoever this y/n really was.

a few hours later and anna finds herself in the living room with the ones she came to learn are mingi and yunho. the two were cuddled close together on the couch. the others were off doing other things and wooyoung had went out a little earlier for something he didn’t explain to the young woman.

“so who’s y/n?” anna had asked after sitting with the two for around an hour. both males snapped their heads over to her, mingi had a shocked expression and turned to look at yunho who masked his expression well. “wooyoung was talking to her the other day, but didn’t say much about her,” she explained and mingi shifted a little with an uncomfortable look. 

“she’s–

“she’s one of our lovers,” yunho says, cutting mingi off, “and look, not to sound rude or anything, but when she comes home i would advise not to interact with her. her coming home and seeing you with wooyoung won’t end well for anyone, so try your best to stay away from her.”

“o-oh, um, alright. thank you for the heads up,” anna says and yunho nods. “um... what did you mean by ‘lovers’?”

“it means we’re all lovers like the word suggests. we’ve all been together for so long that we are all we have,” he says and anna felt her stomach sink a little as she slowly began to realize that maybe seonghwa was right. she really didn’t belong.

when yeosang walked through the door and into the living area, he was caught completely off guard by the human girl that wooyoung had his arm wrapped around. hongjoong noticed a flash of hurt crossing his feature before he quickly covered it up with his usual stoic face. 

the unofficial leader of the small family was quick to get up and walk over to the blonde and engulfs him into a welcome home hug before quickly kissing him as well.

“where’s san and y/n?” he asks, running his hand up and down the younger’s arms.

“um, they’re coming up. i came up first to open the door for them. jongho,” yeosang says catching the youngest’s attention. “can you come help san and y/n with the bags. san bought more stuff then he needed to and now we have two extra bags.”

“of course,” jongho is quick to step outside to find you and other male outside struggling with the bags. 

“oh! jongho!” san calls out excitedly as he stops suddenly causing you to bump into him. 

“why did you stop all of a sudden!?” you whine rubbing your nose because of how you rammed it into the male’s back.

you suddenly caught a whiff of something off and you tilted your head to side as you looked around the area outside. san turned around noticing how you became quiet all of a sudden. 

“what’s wrong, love?” 

“i smell something and i don’t know if i like it,” you explain and jongho freezes as he glances over at you. you notice the nervous look on his face before glancing at the door and you head straight for it ignoring san’s confused calls and jongho’s nervous ones.

stepping inside the house, you are greeted by hongjoong and yeosang standing right outside the living room. upon hearing your footsteps, hongjoong turns to you with a fond smile and opens his arms for you. hongjoong hugs you the same way he had yeosang as you mimicked the hug. 

“i missed you my muse,” hongjoong whispers into your ear making you laugh softly. you had almost forgotten about the reason why you rushing inside before you caught sight of it. it being the girl that was sitting a little too closely to wooyoung.

moving out of hongjoong’s hold, you step into the living room entrance, eyes never once leaving anna’s body. unlike yeosang, you don’t mask the hurt on your face and seonghwa is quick to stand up from his spot, your name leaving his lips. 

“wooyoung,” his name leaves your lips as you keep your attention on him and no one else.

“y/n,” his arm removes itself from around anna’s shoulders as he stands up and comes over to you with a smile on his face. he tries to hug you, but you gently push him away, looking from him to anna.

“who are you?” you ask, looking at anna with a confused look. anna stands, a smile on her face as she walks over towards you.

“hi, i’m anna. it’s nice to meet you,” she introduces herself, holding her hand out for you to take and shake. you look at her before down at her hand and then finally over to wooyoung.

“hey, y/n why did you run off like that?” san’s voice sounds through the house and you hear him and jongho come in behind you. you don’t say anything looking between anna and wooyoung one last time before moving past everyone and going upstairs.

the whole house seems to shake when you slam your door closed. wooyoung has an unreadable expression his face as he turns to look at san who has an angry expression. 

“sa–

san doesn’t let the younger say his name due to him cutting him off with a punch to the face. wooyoung falls to the ground with a groan as he holds his face. san’s eyes are glowing red as he looks over at the human girl and he feels a growl erupt from his throat. 

“fuck you wooyoung, fuck you,” he spits out before pointing at anna, “get rid of it, i don’t want any humans in this house,” he says before leaving as well.

everyone is frozen for a moment as wooyoung moves his hand away from his face – mostly his nose – to see some blood on his hand. yunho is first one to move to go over to wooyoung and bends down to cheek on his lover.

“you dumbass, why don’t you learn,” he scolds quietly before turning to look at anna who has a mixed of scared and concerned look on her face. 

“i told you not to mess with her,” he says before helping wooyoung up and taking him into the bathroom to clean him up. 

anna can only stand and watch with a guilty feeling in the pit of her stomach.

[fandomlovingfreak]

You Can’t Marry a Malfoy (6/12)

George Weasley/Reader

Ch1. Ch2. Ch3. Ch.4 Ch5.

Rating: E for Everyone (no warnings)

Word Count: 1926

AO3 Link

Summary: When reader comes running to George Weasley because her parents have arranged a Pureblood marriage between her and Draco Malfoy, what will George do? He's been secretly in love with his best friend since their time at Hogwarts, and he knows he can't let her go. He definitely can't let Malfoy have her.

Notes: The funny little clause at the end is inspired by a fic I wrote (but never published) with an OC and Draco Malfoy like five years ago. I think it makes sense in Pureblood culture (mostly bc of how weird it seems to be in the HP universe aha). It probably won’t impact the rest of the story much:)

Enjoy

(y/n) comes into the shop more often than ever before. She likes to come around lunchtime to spend their lunch hour in his office. Oswald had been so surprised to see her the day after they got engaged, ring on her finger, and lunch in hand. He had congratulated both of them multiple times before leaving them alone in George’s office.

“So, how was your day?” she had asked as she sat down in the plush, purple chair across from him.

“It’s been good. The store has been pretty busy. Lots of students are coming in.”

“McGonagall’s gonna hunt you down, Weasley.” She laughs.

“I make it interesting even years after I graduate. I think McGonagall will thank me, honestly.”

(y/n) rolls her eyes, “Oh definitely.”

“How was your day? Busy at the office?” He asks, focused on the ring on her finger. It was so odd and pleasing to see the ring on her finger.

“Not too bad. Sort of slow, which is nice.” She takes a bite of her sandwich. (y/n) had worked within the department of International Magical Cooperation since graduation, and the wars end.

“How has the boss been recently?” He knew she had difficulties with her boss in the past. She had complained to him a thousand times about the woman who seemed to want to make (y/n)’s life hell. 

(y/n) purses her lips, “She’s impossible to deal with as usual.”

“You know you could always come work for me,” he suggests.

“As sweet as that is, I do like my job, George.” She laughs.

“Well, I’m just saying I would never ever piss you off like that woman does.”

(y/n) shakes her head, grinning, “I love you, but I’m not sure we’re compatible in a work sense.” He’s brought back to the many times (y/n) had studied with him. They’d get into massive fights over the answers they’d come up with and opinions on different subjects. Probably best to keep their relationship out of their jobs.

“You’re probably right,” he grins at her.

***

“Is (y/n) coming to dinner?” Molly asks when he arrives home.

“I didn’t ask when I saw her.” He shrugs off his coat.

“Well, Owl her, dear.”

“Mum…”

“The entire family will be over tonight. Your fiancee should be here.” The entire family included his brother Bill, his wife Fleur, his niece Victoire, Hermione Granger, Harry Potter, and of course, Percy.

“Fine.” He walks over to the window to write a short note to (y/n) inviting her over for their little family get together. 

***

(y/n) shows up around an hour later, a bouquet of yellow lilies in hand. Molly takes the fresh flowers from (y/n), thanking her for the thought. George pulls her into a corner before the entire family can pull his fiancee away.

“Hello,” he presses a kiss to her cheek. “I wanted to ask if we were telling everyone why we got engaged so quickly?”

“I don’t mind if they know,” (y/n) smiles sweetly, “whatever you want, dear.”

The term of endearment makes heat rise up his neck. It’s delicious to hear her talk to him in this way. “I don’t know if tonights the best time to get into everything. I just want them all to know we’re engaged and to get to know you better. Bill and Fleur will be here and my niece Victoire.” 

(y/n) grins, “I completely forgot you have a niece! Merlin that means I do too?”

George laughs, “I suppose you’re right.”

“That reminds me, if you have time tonight, I’d like to talk.” Talk? Talk about what?

“I always have time for you.”

“Perfect,” she presses a kiss to his lips, “c’mon. We’re being rather rude sitting in the corner while your mother slaves away in the kitchen.” He lets her drag him to the kitchen to help Molly, who has them set the table.

Once the entire extended Weasley clan is seated and the food set out, the talking really begins. They all have so many questions about the engagement. Hermione is confused about how everything happened so quickly. (y/n) smiles and tells her friend she’ll explain in better detail later. Most of his family, who’ve known (y/n) for ages now, continue to express their excitement at the idea she’d be one of them fairly soon. (y/n) fidgets in her seat when Charlie calls her (y/n) Weasley, saying it has a nice ring to it. His dad insists she extends an invitation to her parents for dinner sometime in the future. It’s all very overwhelming. But, (y/n) looks happy. She’s always fit in exceptionally well with the Weasleys, so he doesn’t feel too bad that they’re all so hyperfocused on her.

When dinner’s been thoroughly picked through, and the family has moved into the living room, (y/n) asks Molly if she can help clean up. Molly makes a fuss about guests not having to help, but (y/n) insists. Of course, she gives him a look, and he’s roped into washing the dishes with her and his mother. (y/n) removes the small ring placing it on the kitchen window sill before washing the dishes in the soapy water. She chats away happily with Molly, handing the freshly cleaned dishes to George to dry. It’s all very domestic.

“Have you done any planning yet?” Molly asks.

“Mum. It’s only been a day--” He starts.

“That’s what I was gonna talk to you about later,” she turns slightly towards him, “I--I don’t want to really get into it too much right now, but--”

“That’s fine, dear. I sort of know what you might be talking about.” Molly gives him a look that makes him feel out of the loop.

***

He makes some stupid joke about how he’s never been allowed to have a girl in his room before Molly insists they go talk alone. (y/n) shakes her head, pulling him up the staircase. He’s got her in his hold before his bedroom doors fully closed.

“George!” She laughs, swatting his chest as he tries to go in for a kiss.

“What?” 

“I didn’t come up here with you for this!” Somehow she gets away from him, plopping down on his small bed.

“Like that doesn’t tempt me more,” He smirks, coming nearer to the bed.

(y/n) rolls her eyes, “I really need to speak with you.”

He sits down next to her, “I’m listening.”

“I probably should’ve told you before about um--how these pureblood arranged marriages work before you agreed to take Malfoys spot--”

“Nonsense, this doesn’t really count as an arranged marriage anyway.”

(y/n) tilts her head, “George...it definitely still counts. There was already a contract in place, and when you decided to ask my parents to take... his place, you were basically uh-- signing it.”

George shrugs, “It doesn’t really change anything, honestly.”

“Well, the contract has parameters that are a bit...old.”

“I’m sure it’s fine. You can’t scare me off so easily.” He grins.

She shakes her head, “I suppose you aren’t easily scared off, but I didn’t mean to drag you into such a silly contract.”

He takes her hand in his, hoping it’s a little bit comforting at least, “I’m sure it’s fine. What’s the problem?”

(y/n) looks down at their fingers before looking back at him, “Well, for instance, we have to get married within a year of the proposal--”

“That’s it? You know I wasn’t going to wait more than a couple months anyways.”

(y/n) chuckles, “I wasn’t finished, George.”

“Go on then.”

“Ah, I hate this part so much, George…” She looks embarrassed, “Honestly, it’s almost barbaric to include these sorts of clauses in this age.” 

He frowns. What on earth could she be so flustered about? “What is it?” He’s curious about what thought could cause (y/n) to be so hesitant and awkward.

(y/n) scrunches her nose, like she’s eaten something incredibly sour before speaking rather quickly, so the words jumbled together, “There’s a clause to produce an heir.”

“Come again?” He’s not sure if he’s heard her correctly, because what he heard--

“There’s a stupid outdated clause in the contract to produce an heir…” Her face scrunches up in disgust.

“Am I that disgusting?” he laughs despite his whole body feeling like he’s been thrown into a blazing fire.

(y/n) rolls her eyes, “shut up. It’s obviously not you. I just don’t like how this clause was kept in instead of being omitted from the contract, as I requested.”

“Merlin. I saved you from carrying Malfoy’s spawn,” George jokes to diffuse the rage he can see in (y/n)’s eyes.

“Really, George? That’s all you’re getting from this? I’m being serious here.”

He drops the attempt at humoring her, “Sorry. I know that it’s serious. I promise I do, but I--”

“Don’t say you’re fine with this” (y/n) tries to hide her smile.

“Would you be mad if I did? If I were fine with this?”

“It’s not about you, George!” She huffs.

“I mean--it somewhat is. I feel like I’m at least microscopically a part of this exchange.” He smirks. Truthfully, he doesn’t feel upset by this new development. He always planned on a family someday. If Fred were here, he’d vouch for the fact that George had planned out a family with (y/n) by the time he was seventeen. It just made sense. Their kids would clearly be incredibly attractive. In fact, it would be a crime against humanity to not combine the gene pools.

“I should’ve known you wouldn’t be upset.” she fidgets with the edge of her shirt.

“If I’m being honest...I’m not sure why you’re so upset (y/n).”

“Two years is the time allotment written in the contract.”

“That’s it? I can do this in a third of that time.” He brags grinning. 

She laughs, nudging him with her shoulder, “that’s not the point you git.”

“C’mon,” he takes her hand in his again, “it’s not the worst thing. Imagine a little witch with your hair and my freckles.”

(y/n) laughs shakily, “But...I don’t know. I just don’t like the pressure. We’re so young--”

“My parents had Bill nearly right out of Hogwarts.” Nothing about their age seemed weird to him when speaking of the future. Sure, his parents were young when they were married, but also they survived a war. They have the right to just live their lives now.

“I suppose.”

“Let’s not worry about it right now. Let’s focus on us and getting married as soon as possible.” He caresses her cheek.

“Why are you so eager?” she laughs. The sound is like music to his ear.

George grins, “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting.”

“I’m fairly certain I’ve been waiting for the same amount of time as you.”

***

“Did you know about the clause?” he asks his mother later once (y/n) has left.

Molly smiles, “I had an idea. You’re still marrying (y/n), right?”

“Of course. Honestly, she’s the one who is upset about the contract.”

“She’s a very independent woman, George. You have to reassure her she’s going to get to do as she pleases in life. If she wants to continue to work at the Ministry, I would hope you’d be supportive.”

“Honestly, I thought she might want to work in the shop...but I want her to be happy. And her job does make her happy.” He shrugs. There was nothing wrong about (y/n) wanting to work. She worked hard in school for that job. She should get to continue what she worked for. He never intended to try to stop her anyways.

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I Hate That I’m Afraid to Love You (9)

Genre: Romance, Friendship, Angst, Hurt /Confort , Suggestive, Fluff, College Au, Enemies to Friends to Lovers Au, REALLY Slow burn, Love Square (?)

Pairing: Hyunjin X Fem!Reader  X Han X OC

WC: ~ 5K

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Warnings (general*): Language, Mentions of (Physical abuse, Death/ Loss of Loved One, Child Abandonment/Neglect, Divorce, Toxic Parents, Cancer, Mental disorder, Anxiety Attack, Alcohol, Food), Suggestiveness (?)

Notes: I won’t lie. I didn’t reviewed the last part lol Sorry, guys. But good news! I’m writing the chap 12 and things are going smoothly /o/

Updates: I’ll update it once a week [Tuesdays] because I still have to write the chapters to come and review the ones I already wrote

Tagging: @aliceu @thatrandomoneinthecorner

                                                        /////

    You have never seen the Gym so damn crowded before.

    You tried to make your way to the front seats ─ a difficult task as people didn’t seem to have a clue the bloody chairs were made to sit down ─ groaning as you got stuck between some people in the way, struggling to get past them. You turned your head around as you felt someone tap on your shoulder, searching who the hell thought it was a good time for chatting right now.

    “I think I’m going to buy something” Paris yelled for you to listen, and you nodded to let her know you understood it. You watched her going back to where you just came from, shaking your head in disbelief as you wondered how she could put up with taking this route twice. Hyunjin pushed you softly, pleading eyes screaming he wanted to go to the seats as soon as possible, all those people around upsetting him.

    “I swear to god I’m never coming with you ever again” He whined, holding your shoulder to not lose you in the crowd. You chuckled, pushing people around until you felt it was easier to walk through the aisle.

     “Oh, I think I see Han” You mentioned surprised, stretching your neck to get a better view. Hyunjin followed your gaze, his height allowing him to see way better than you. He nodded, curving to get closer to your ear as he yelled his confirmation, letting you know that the small guy you saw next to a huge older man was indeed Han.

    “Maybe it’s a scout or something? Should we go to him right now?” You mused, and Hyunjin shrugged, finally getting space to walk beside you and letting go of your shoulder.

    “There’s just one way to know” He said before getting both hands cupping his mouth as he screamed, “Hey, Han!” The shout startled him, making him look through the crowd to spot who was yelling his name. You could see his eyes lit up as he spotted you, a bright smile spreading on his face as he waved his hand eagerly.

     The man followed his gaze to spot you and Hyunjin; giving a bright smile that seemed exactly the same as Han’s. He waved more discretely, and you wondered if you ever saw him and just didn’t recognize him. You made your way to them, now far more easily than back to the entrance, which allowed you to quickly make your way down the stairs.

    “Hey!” You smiled, clasping your hand with his as you pulled him to a half-hug, patting his back affectionately as you did “Prepared to humiliate those losers?” He chucked, letting go of your hand and straightening himself as the older man laughed wholeheartedly to your encouragement.

    “That’s how you do it!” He approved, extending his hand to shake yours. You took a look at him, his obvious resemblance to Han didn’t let any doubt but he said it anyway “I’m his father” then smiled at you just like Han does. You smiled back, squeezing his hand politely but firmly, getting a proud smile as an answer “Nice handshake” He praised, and somehow you felt proud of it.

    “Thank you, Sir” He chuckled, letting go of your hand to shake Hyunjin’s hand, seeming to approve of him too as he hummed satisfied “I’m Y/N and this is my friend” You pointed to Hyunjin, knowing you would get a jeer if you said they were friends.

     “Oh, friends, I see…” He said suggestively looking at you and Hyunjin with a small smile “I never saw you on the photos he sends me” He admitted, looking at Hyunjin in wonder “Now, you are always there” He smiled fondly at you “I heard a lot about you and Paris from Champ! Didn’t she come?” He asked curiously, looking around.

     “Champ?” Hyunjin blurted out, laughing and sending a teasing look to Han who just groaned, kicking his father’s leg lightly.

     “Dad!” He hissed, making you laugh. His father laughed along, head-locking him and ruffling his hair as if he was a kid, letting him go as he looked all serious at Hyunjin, who quickly recomposed himself and stood straight, clearly afraid of his father.

     “Is that a problem, buddy?” He asked intimidatingly, for which Hyunjin shook his head eagerly. Han’s father was way taller than him and maybe a head taller than Hyunjin. He wasn’t really build up but he was really fit for what you could imagine was his age; a large chest and defined arms suggested he kept up with some exercise routines.

    He kept his glare at Hyunjin for a few moments, deadpanned, before breaking into a fit of laughter, patting his shoulder playfully and wiping imaginary tears from his eyes. You noticed Han trying to hide his smile, looking away, nudging him as you shared a knowing look and broke into a fit of giggles.

    “Calm down, son” His father said to Hyunjin, smiling brightly. You chuckled as Hyunjin visibly relaxed, shoulders dumping and a relieved sigh leaving his lips “So Paris didn’t come?” He asked again, seeming disappointed, and you were fast to shake your head.

    “She came! She just went to buy something” You explained hurriedly, looking around “She should be here at any minute…” You mused, starting to worry about her. Paris wasn’t exactly the best at finding seats or remembering her way. You glanced around for a few more seconds before returning your gaze reluctantly at them “Well… Anyway… It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sir” You smiled politely.

     “No, that’s my pleasure!” He waved his hand dismissively “I’m happy to know my Champ made some good friends here” He smiled proudly, looking at Han fondly. You fought back a smile, finding endearing how much affection you could see in his eyes “I didn’t think I could make it today… I had to ask a friend to cover for me at work but I couldn’t be happier! Meet Champ’s friends and see him playing here!” His eyes shone, kinda glossy, and you noticed how his voice faltered for a bit “I couldn’t be more proud” He added, emotional.

    “You should be! Our team has been winning all the matches until now! Han doesn’t let a single ball hit the ground on his watch” You joked, getting a loud laugh from his father. You saw in the corners of your eyes how Han shrunk, embarrassed by your input, fighting back a smile as he rubbed his own arm, looking away.

     “Well! I didn’t expect any less from my Champ!” He bragged as he laughed, pulling Han closer with one arm, his hand on his shoulder shook him a little bit, all proud, and you frowned as soon as you realized how nervous Han seemed to get “He’s following my steps” His father added, and you raised your brows, surprised “I was a player here too! This very same championship got me into a Team!”

     Oh… So that was it.

     Han was nervous about the match, obviously, and his father being a player couldn’t help either. You glanced at him, seeing how he seemed tense: Brows furrowing, head almost buried between his shoulders, lips pursed and eyes holding so many thoughts that for a moment you wondered if it really was Han.

     You never saw him this worried before.

     You opened your mouth to say something ─ anything that could help him to relax a bit ─ but your train of thoughts was interrupted by a loud Paris. You turned around; spotting Paris with a huge foam glove that could have easily at least twice her head size, a big #1 hanging from the index foam finger. You checked for the other reactions, glancing to see if they thought it was as random as you thought.

    Hyunjin burst out laughing, hiding his face behind his hand, trying to not seem rude as he laughed his ass off at the sight. Han widened his eyes and arched his brows, surprised by the huge glove and the happiest Paris he ever saw, striding your way too much excited with her new accessory wobbling in the air. Han’s father fought back a smile, looking at you knowingly before looking at his own son.

     “So… Is she your girlfriend?” He asked suggestively before Paris got close enough to hear it. You held back your laugh, looking at how flustered Han got, blushing as he straightened up, and shooting you some desperate looks before turning back to his dad.

    “W-What?! Of course not!” It was like he just hit puberty ─ voice sounding high pitched and strangled ─, and his eyes went wide as he answered his father in shock “She’s just a friend! What the hell, dad?!” He floundered, nervous, and it was impossible not to laugh at him. You nudged Hyunjin, happy to see Han embarrassed like this to the thought of dating Paris.

    They were so cute!

    Hyunjin smiled knowingly as he looked at you, blinking and rolling his eyes as if he couldn’t believe your enthusiasm about something as simple as Han getting flustered. He wouldn’t understand! It was like your ship was sailing right in front of your eyes after a long time. You deserved that happiness and they did too!

     “What is it? Family reunion?” Minho’s voice dragged you out of your mind, startling you “Meeting father-in-law?” He asked, smiling teasingly at you as he leaned on Han’s shoulder, showing their obvious height difference. You narrowed your eyes to him, ready to retort when his father gasped, looking surprised at both of them.

    “Oh? Is he your boyfriend?” His tone was curious though not judging, and you suppressed a smile as Minho let his mouth fall agape, arm jolting to his side as he let go of Han’s shoulder. Hyunjin snorted, looking at Minho deeply satisfied by his bashful features, crossing his arms as he smirked at him.

     “No! I’m his teammate, Sir!” He straightened up, bowing briefly “My name is Lee Minho and I’m a huge fan of yours” He extended his hand, holding his arm to show how much he respected him, which Han’s father took in a playful way, shaking his hand enthusiastically before laughing.

    “You can always be a fan and a son-in-law” He pointed out, to which Minho blushed. Oh, Lord! You never thought you would see the Lee Minho ─annoyingly extrovert Lee Minho, who always teases you─ blushing to something like this. He cleared his throat, waving his hand effusively.

    “No, no! Just a teammate” He assured, and this made you laugh. Han facepalmed, sighing tiredly at all his surroundings and looking at each one of you, defeated, as he cupped his forehead, making you nudge him with your foot to give him a thumb up. He’s great, you mouthed, smiling at him encouragingly, which seemed to have a good effect as he smiled back at you, rubbing the back of his neck shyly.  

     The moment was broken by his coach yelling on a megaphone, demanding his team to gather together and stop playing around. You chuckled when Minho and Han grimaced, looking at each other worried, waving to all of you before jogging to the court. You followed them with your eyes, clasping your hands together as soon as they reached their team.

    “Okay, so let’s sit!” You decided, looking for the letters beside the seats, trying to spot your row. Han’s father seemed to ignore you for a bit, looking at Paris in silence for a few seconds, studying her foam glove for a moment.

    “Nice to meet you, Sir, I’m Paris” She said abruptly, extending her other hand to him, probably realizing it wouldn’t be very polite to ignore your friend’s family. He smiled at her, shaking her hand excitedly before pointing to her gloves.

    “Nice one” He raised his index finger, as to suggest he was joking about the number, and she seemed to like the awful joke because she returned the smile and gun-fingered him after snapping her fingers.

    “Thank you! Nobody ever complimented my gloves… That’s a first!” You sighed, looking at Hyunjin to find him judging both of them just like you, grimacing as he darted his eyes between both of them. Han’s father was in stitches; hand in his stomach as he threw his head back to laugh. You raised your brows, looking at Paris, who seemed proud of her own joke, laughing along with him.

   Well, at least they would like each other.

   “Help me find the seats” You whispered to Hyunjin, giving him the tickets as you looked around, deciding to give both of them their bonding time. Hyunjin took the tickets gratefully, ready to walk away from their poor sense of humor “I can’t find the bloody row” You complained, looking for the letter on the ticket. Did they need to hide the damn information? Was it worth gold or something? Your College’s court was much better organized than this!

   “What the fuck?” Hyunjin whined, looking confused at the ticket “Are they going to get paid if we don’t find it or something?”

    Exactly your point!

    “Oh, we must be on the same row! Han choose your seat too?” You heard Paris beam, looking at her own ticket as he talked to Han’s father. He took her ticket, studying it for a few moments before smiling.

   “Come with me, we’re sitting together” He said, and you thanked God you wouldn’t need to find the damn row on those tiny letters. You followed him, sitting next to Paris, Hyunjin following right behind you. You crossed your leg as soon as you sat down, checking your phone for any new messages to wait for time to pass by.

    It took a long time.

    Hyunjin tried to make some small talk once in a while since Paris seemed really immersed in her talk to Han’s father and you stood there glancing at the court a few times, as you scrolled down the feed to distract yourself. You chuckled as you heard Han’s father explaining the general rules to her, certain that she would forget everything just like she did when Han tried to explain it to her.

    “They seem nervous” Hyunjin mentioned randomly, risking a glance at you. He must be feeling out of place to try to have small talk like this, so you nodded, dropping your phone back to your purse before looking at him. All of them were finishing warming up, although some ─ like Han─ seemed to be a little bit distracted by their own thoughts.

   “Well, it’s a decisive game after all… Some of them may get scouted to big teams and some of them may have to wait another year to get this opportunity again” You reasoned “It must be hard…” You looked at Han, who seemed way stiffer than his usual self before his matches. You never saw him so anxious, wide eyes darting to his father once in a while, lips bruised by his teeth, and clenched fists that turned his knuckles white.

    Suddenly, all the players went to greet each other, placing themselves on their side of the court and preparing to take their positions. You bit your lips, excited, eyeing Han as he took his place in the middle of the court, attentive to the other team that would begin with the ball. Although he was nervous, you thought Han did a great job of reaching for the balls, saving a lot of nearly lost ones, and guaranteeing it didn’t touch the floor, letting his team works unworried.

    The match was tight, and it didn’t surprise you that they needed to get to a golden set.  

    The sixth set was just as tight as the other ones.

     You got up from your chair, cheering as loud as you could along with Paris and Han’s father, anxiously looking at the scoreboard. You fisted your hands when you saw the bright numbers 13/14, meaning your team was winning. One more point. Just one more. You pursed your lips as you watched Minho serve the ball, the tiny object crossing their court fast as a bullet.

    To hit the net.

    You shut your eyes, exhaling slowly, as the ball fell to the floor, giving the rival team an effortless point. You opened your eyes again, watching the score even though you knew the numbers would be shining with 14/14, sighing as you watched all the team rubbing Minho’s back to reassure him. He looked pissed off at himself, and you couldn’t blame him.

   It could have been their victory right now.

   The next point was faster than you could process. The boy from the other team ─someone with a huge 20 written over their shirt─ had been serving excellent balls until now and this time he didn’t miss it. He hit the ball hard and you could only see Han to the floor, the ball hitting it before he could get there and rebounding to fly quickly to the corner.

    15/14.

    Holy shit.

    You saw Han stiffing on the floor, punching it angrily before getting up, throwing a look in your way, watching his father with a sad mien. You frowned, trying to yell the loudest you could to keep him focused but he didn’t seem to listen, lowering his head and pursing his lips as he had already lost. Everyone went silent, expecting the next serving.

    “You can do it, Han!” Paris screamed, wobbling her glove in the air. You saw him scoff, giving a small smile but not averting his eyes from the Twenty-Guy, who once more made an incredible hit. Minho was the one who received it this time in a dig, screaming something you couldn’t understand as a tall teammate of his jumped like he was a damn building, spiking the ball for dear life.

    Their Libero got it, diving beautifully to the ground as the setter got the ball, adjusting it for their hitter to spike it back. The block was immediate, and you almost cheered for the point you would get before the setter threw himself to the ground, setting it to someone else to hit. Those bloody piece of shit! Why couldn’t they miss the ball?

   The ball flew back and forth as the rally went on. You stretched your neck to have a better view, eyes trailing to both sides of the court anxiously. Their setter was a mean human being. He jumped, ready to set the ball to someone else to hit, except he didn’t. He hit the ball to your side of the court, startling everyone. Han was the first to react, trained eyes connecting to the ball.

    Then he hesitated.

    You saw him diving, body colliding to the floor harshly, hand fisted and prepared to save that ball. A half-second too late. The ball hit the floor, right on the spot his hands rested now, and rebounded, announcing the last results.

    16/14.

    Their win.

    As the other team cheered, hugging each other and running around the court ─ jumping and inciting their fans to cheer along with them ─, your team held their heads, sitting to the ground. Han laid there, face to the ground before his arm went to serve as a pillow to his forehead, his body totally mushy to the floor, completely devasted. He glanced at his father─ eyes holding a storm, concern dripping from them─ before he rolled and faced the roof, cupping his face in distress.

     You could feel the disappointment from everyone to your side of the crowd, sitting back to your seat to sigh defeated. Han’s father seemed really sad about their loss, eyes worried and focused solely on his son, clearly concerned with how he was taking it. Paris lowered her hand, pouting as she held back her tears, her other hand quickly wiping them away from her cheeks, eyes focused on Han laid down on the floor. Hyunjin seemed alright, of course, since he wasn’t friends with him, although he seemed somewhat bad about the situation.    

    “Now what?” He asked out of nowhere, and you looked at him tiredly.

    “Now we wait for him and try to cheer him up, I guess” You shrugged, looking at Paris.

    “We should go there… Can we go there?” She sobbed, rubbing her nose to the point it got red. You watched her sympathetically.

    “I don’t think so” You admitted, looking at Han’s father “Do you want to go there?” You suggested, and he shook his head slowly, seeming in deep thought.

   “I think I’m heading home… He told me he was going to party after the match” He looked at you, pursing his lips “I think he’ll be embarrassed to talk to me right now… Maybe I should just go home?” He didn’t seem so sure about it, and before you could say anything, Paris held his shoulder, squeezing it.

   “We’ll cheer him up, Sir” She promised, forcing a smile “You should go home, I think he wouldn’t want to show himself in front of you with that loss” He nodded, looking back at the court, sighing.

   “Could you tell him I’m proud? It doesn’t matter if he couldn’t win this one… They played well, he did the best he could” He turned back to you, shrugging “I can make some phone calls… Try to get him somewhere…” He started rambling, and this time you stood up to take his hand on yours.

   “Let it all to us, we’ll take care of it” You promised, and he nodded, getting up to head out. You sighed heavily, looking at both of your friends in wonder “So… How will we take care of him?” You asked worried, and Paris shot a look to Hyunjin immediately.

   “You promised us a dinner” She pointed out “Let’s make it a party” She suggested, getting a scoff from Hyunjin.

   “What do you guys expect me to do? Take him under my roof or something?” He laughed it off but neither of you laughed along with him.

                                                                  ////

    Han fell to the couch with a loud thud, arm hanging in the air.

    “He didn’t even bother!” He slurred, trying to lift his head from the couch and failing completely with a small thump sounding when he hit the armrest again “Jus’ lemme on the floor to run away” He whined, raising his arm to bring the drink back to his lips “Whada fuck? Who drank it?” He furrowed his brows as the lonely drop of alcohol got to his tongue, dropping the bottle to the floor.

    You turned your head to Hyunjin, watching as he closed his eyes and breathed deeply, clearly annoyed by a drunk man on his couch, complaining all night long about his father leaving him behind on the court’s floor. Both of you had listened to this rant on a loop for at least fifteen minutes for now and neither of you could handle it anymore. You fixed your eyes in the rolling bottle for a second, wondering why you had to decide to cheer Han with drinks.

    “Who drank what?” Paris asked confused, raising her head off the ground, where she laid completely wasted, eyes glossy and face flushed. She paused, getting all giddy before letting a gurgle out, looking at Han from the corner of her eyes and grinning teasingly “Champ” She said out of nowhere, breaking out into a fit of giggles.

    Great.

    “Okay… Why exactly did I let you bring your friends here?” Chan asked from behind, sat down on the stool with his legs crossed, a glass in his hand. He gulped whatever he was drinking, eyes judging Paris and Han for a brief moment before turning again to you.

    “I didn’t think they would get this drunk” You admitted and this time Hyunjin scoffed, getting up from the floor, where he previously sat cross-legged, grimacing at your wasted friends. He dusted his clothes; picking up a bottle from the coffee table and drinking it in one go, letting a satisfied sigh leave his lips.

    “I swear to god, if he says his father left him on the ground once more, I’ll throw this shit to his head” He warned, bouncing the empty bottle in the air. Hyunjin wasn’t drunk but you couldn’t doubt that he would do it by now… You felt the urge yourself to just hit Han and let him sleep, shutting him up for the night.

    “He left you?” Paris asked, looking at Hyunjin full of pity, which was enough to trigger Han once again. You let a heavy sigh, grabbing Hyunjin’s wrist just to be sure, looking at him in utter defeat. He lowered his eyes to you, ignoring Paris, who didn’t seem to understand a thing around her, and fixing his gaze on you for a second.

    “Why did you buy so much alcohol?” He asked tiredly, rubbing his temple with his free hand, averting his eyes to Han once again, who couldn’t stop whining about his father.

    “Because you were the one paying” You answered sincerely, and he seemed to find it funny because he let a chuckle, nodding his head in amusement.

    “Of course” He agreed, watching the empty bottles on the floor “You’ll help cleaning up this shit” He threatened, which made you roll your eyes. Of course, you would help to clean everything up. Who did he take you for?

   “If you pay me enough I can just hit him in the head and we can let him sleep on the couch” Chan suggested, grunting, resting his glass on the island before pressing his palm against his eyes as if he was with a horrible headache “You know what? I could do it for free” He changed his mind, looking at Han in deep displeasure.

    “Should we just let them here? We could just sleep” You suggested, noticing how Paris got her eyes closed for a little bit too long before shooting them open, startled with her drowsiness “It would be way more simple” You pleaded, and Hyunjin raised his brow at you.

    “What if they fuck on my couch?” You looked at him like he had grown a third head, grimacing and raising your shoulders in question, as he shrugged “Actually, I wouldn’t mind at all… If it means I won’t hear about that fucking floor again, I’m more than up to it” He gave up, his free hand grabbing the bottle he was still holding and placing it on the coffee table again.

   This particular gesture made you realize you were still grabbing his wrist but before you could let him go, he twisted his wrist to grab your hand and pull you up. The motion was sudden enough to startle you, and you felt yourself bumping into him suddenly, way too close to him to feel comfortable. You cleared your throat, getting one step behind, glancing at Chan who chuckled at the scene.

    “I’m more worried about you fucking on my couch” He teased, watching as Hyunjin slowly let go of your hand, calm enough to sneer at him, rolling his eyes.

    “Yeah, because helping someone off of the ground is like the hottest foreplay I know” He smiled obnoxiously to Chan, who laughed at him. You rolled your eyes, curving to pick up some bottles from the floor. It would be better if your drunken buddies could not trip over rolling glass and die while you slept peacefully.

    “Well, I guess it’s fine…” Chan mused “I mean, we have a whining bitch and a drunken woman… What are the chances they would fuck out of nowhere? I’d guess up to zero” He reasoned, looking at Paris almost asleep on the floor, snoring softly. Han was still rambling something, apparently sleepless, but you couldn’t care less about what he was saying right now.

    “Let’s put a blanket on the floor so she can sleep comfortably” Hyunjin suggested, not waiting for any of you to answer, heading to his own room. Chan looked at you, raising his brow in pleased surprise.

    “They seem to be getting along quite well” He mentioned, and you nodded at him. Hyunjin and Paris seemed to click along these two weeks to prepare your assignment, getting way closer than you expected them to be. You watched Hyunjin coming back with a bunch of blankets, making an improvised bed beside the TV, far enough from the couch so Han wouldn’t step on Paris at night.

   “Go there” Hyunjin muttered to Paris, nudging her with his foot. She didn’t move an inch, nuzzling in herself, making Hyunjin sigh tired “I won’t let them drink ever again” He whined, pushing her with his foot, rolling her on the floor until she reached the fluff blankets. She let a satisfied sigh, curling up there like a baby, and you smiled fondly at her.

    “She’s cute” You said softly, looking at her.

    Paris was just so soft and loving… You couldn’t help but be grateful for your friendship. She helped you a lot through the years, even though you knew it wasn’t enough to really heal you, it was good to know you had someone as close as her. Of course, you also had Chan, your best friend, and someone who helped you out through so many things in your life that you couldn’t even imagine what it would be like to live without him.

    Still, you needed a psychologist.

    If all those discussions you had with Paris and Hyunjin thought you something, it was that you needed help. Real help. Not the kind friends could give. You needed professional help to really deal with all the things you needed to get through. All the things that held you back for so long. You also needed money, so it wasn’t really an easy task.

    Your train of thoughts was interrupted by another whine.

    “We lost it and it’s all my fault” Han slurred again, trying to turn around on the couch, so he would be laying on his side, but struggling to do so. You chuckled, trying to decide if you should help him out, give up on him, or just laugh at your drunken friend. You opted for the first, walking to the couch and helping him to get in a comfortable position.

    “It’s not your fault” You reassured him, ruffling his hair softly before stuffing a pillow under his head. He hummed, closing his eyes and nuzzling on the couch.

    “I’d have saved it” He slurred, too sleepy to understand what he was saying. You patted his head twice before finally walking away, going to stand beside Chan.

   “Let’s just go to sleep or he’ll begin to loop this” Hyunjin pleaded, leading the way. You glanced one last time at both of them, smiling as you walked through the hall. Chan opened his door, and before you could enter his room, Hyunjin raised his brow “Do you want to sleep here? I can sleep with Chan” He suggested, and this made you laugh, exchanging a look with Chan.

   “Please, it’s not like we never slept together before” You joked, nudging Chan. If one thing, what you did the most through your high school life as Chan’s friend was to sleep in the same room with him, as you didn’t have much room at your place. He laughed along with you, getting in his room.

   “He’s feeling lonely ‘cause he doesn’t have a pretty girl to sleep with tonight” He nudged you back, making you snort. You followed him to his room, throwing Hyunjin a sympathetic smile.

   “You don’t have it eit—“ He began to say, choking on his words as he glanced at your deadpan features, rubbing the back of his neck before grinning apologetically “Sorry, it was out of habit” You rolled your eyes, nodding at him.

    “You’re lucky I’m sleepy enough to let it slide” You smirked, closing the door behind you. Chan walked to his wardrobe, getting some blankets that he carefully put on the ground, letting a thick layer of fluff fabric on the floor before looking at you.

    “You’re taking the bed?” Chan asked, and you shrugged, not minding wherever you would sleep. He rolled his eyes, lying on the floor, letting you just one option. You made your way to bed, laying down and sighing relieved.

    “I can’t believe it’s finally silent” You smiled, satisfied, before both of you fell asleep.

[mamakoushi]

❝𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞❞ [300 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥!]

↪Summary: Sugawara being confused on why his boyfriend Daichi has been ignoring his call’s lately, Thinking he has done something wrong to make the male ignore him sugawara goes to his best friend Y/n to seek comfort...↩

《 Warnings: NSFW | Language | Manipulative Male Reader | Hostage | Kidnap Slightly- OC Daichi》

|| Parings: Sugawara x Yandere Male Reader ||

✎Word count: 1,268

𝙋𝙩. 1 | 𝙋𝙩. 2

𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙞 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨! 𝘾𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩'𝙨 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙤 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧!

❝ 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞 ❞  

Stomp...

Stomp...

Stomp.

“My my, it’s quite dark in here, should I turn on the lights?” A figure said as they walked down a couple of steps, stopping once they reached a blindfolded and gagged male figure tied up to a chair in the middle of the dimly lit room. “...pfft you don’t need it, what am I saying, why would I treat someone I despite so much.” The male said. Rustling and a muffled scream could be heard throughout the room, the voice pleading to be released

“Shhh. Don’t be so loud, In a few minutes I’m going to have a guest over, How would you feel if they come down here and see you like this, if someone saw me like that I would be embarrassed” giggled the male as he walked behind the person, untying his blindfold. Thrashing around y/n backed up just in time before he could get hit by the male's head. Y/n grabbed the male's hair, yanking his head back. Cold eye’s met with angry brown ones. “Jeez, your such a pain in the ass, be still before I “accidentally” slip up and kill you right here,” the male said as he held a knife to the other male's throat.

Doing what y/n said the male stopped moving, fixing his gaze away from y/n. Sighing y/n let go of the male's hair before walking around the boy. “You should be grateful that I took your blindfold off, I’m doing you a favor and allowing you to watch a good movie that just came out,” y/n said, as he walked towards the small desk in front of his tied victim. 

Turning on the tv which gave the dim room some light, y/n then turns around and walks to the steps “Be a good boy and watch the tv closely, It’s a very good movie, I wouldn’t want you to miss out on anything” y/n chuckled before leaving the room, leaving the very confused male alone in the dark place looking at the tv monitor.

As soon as y/n shut the door behind him the male heard the doorbell ring. A smile grew on the male's face as he skipped to the front door of his house opening the door (not before checking his reflection in the mirror of his hallway) to reveal a male with grey hair and brown eyes.

“Sugawara, glad you can make it,” y/n said as he steps aside to let the male known as Sugawara in. Suga let out a small smile before entering, taking off his shoes at the entrance.

“Thanks for letting me come, I needed someone to talk to,” the gray-haired male said. “No worries anything for you,” y/n said, closing the door and guiding suga to his couch sitting the male down. “Stay right here I’ll be right back” y/n said walking to his kitchen, leaving suga alone. “Okay..” said suga confused about what the male was doing, before a look of shock then a smile showed on his face. Y/n smiled back at him, setting down some tea and suga’s favorite snack on the coffee table and sitting beside the male.

“Thanks y/n, I can always count on you,” suga said. “You don’t have to thank me, now not to be rude but what did you want to talk about?” Y/n said to the male. Once suga heard him say that his whole mood changed. “It’s about Daichi...” suga started, his words caught in his throat as he felt like if he says any more he’ll burst into tears.

Y/n looked at him before putting a hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay take your time,” y/n said, Yes take all the time you need, I’m not going anywhere thought the male. Suga nodded his head, breathing in and out before continuing “As you know we’ve been dating for a couple of months now, everything was fine until he just suddenly stopped answering my calls. At first, I didn’t think anything of it until I went to his house, I have seen his car in the driveway but when I knock on his door he doesn’t answer.” suga said, sadness filled the male's eyes.

“When did this all happen” Y/n asked him. “A few days ago, I’m worried that I did something that could upset him.” suga said and he reached and grabbed the tea taking small sips from it. “That’s strange,” Y/n said as he crossed his arms. Suga looked at him puzzled. “What’s wrong,” he asked the male. Y/n looked at suga frowning a bit, “I don’t know if I should tell you, I don’t want you to be in even more pain than you already are” he said.

Suga freeze a little hesitant about what the male could tell him, “I-I want to know...Tell me, please” suga said, setting his tea back on the table.

Y/n sighed before moving to grab both of suga’s hands. “I received a text message from Daichi...” y/n said, suga looked at him his face glowing with happiness. “Really! where is he? What happened to him?” suga asked. Y/n grimaced before reaching to his back pocket and taking out his phone.

Y/n gave Sugawara his phone once he found what he was looking phone. “He sent this to me yesterday,” He said as suga grabbed the device, looking at the text messages between Daichi and y/n.

_________

Daichi: Y/n... Could you help me with something?

Y/n: Sure! What’s up?

Daichi: It’s about Sugawara, I’m thinking about breaking up with him, but I don’t know how to.

Y/n: :O You're breaking up, but why?? 

Daichi: He’s too clingy for me, it’s honestly quite annoying

Y/n: Clingy? Wym?

Daichi: He’s always asking where I am or what I’m up to. Please just help me out, I can’t take it anymore, I might die if I continue dating him. Plus I already have eye’s on someone else, I was just using him for his body.

_________ 

Sniffles can be heard as suga read through the messages, “I’m so sorry...Honestly, I was shocked when he texted me that, You two were such a good match” Y/n said. Suga gave the male his phone, trying his best to wipe away his tears.

Y/n pulled suga into a hug, rubbing the male's back. “I can’t believe he would do this, I understand if I was clingy, he could’ve told me and I would stop being like that. But I just can’t believe that he would only use me for my body” suga cried out. Clutching y/n’s shirt tightly. “There, there, it’s okay, forget him, Don’t forget you have me! Besides I didn’t like him anyway” y/n said with a grin, trying to lighten up the mood.

Suga let out a soft chuckle. “Thanks, y/n, what would I do without you,” he said, his tear’s clearing up, Y/n smiled before pulling away from the male. Y/n stared into suga’s eyes not saying a word. Suga blushed before looking away from the male.

“You shouldn’t stare at me like that” He mumbles a little, Y/n chuckled moving towards his left ear, “Sorry I can’t help it, your so damn sexy, I could just eat you up” he whispered to suga. To which the male let out a small gasp pulling away from y/n, his face red all over. “d-don’t say things like that” the male said. Smirking y/n pushed suga, the his back falling on the couch, suga squeaked at the position he and y/n were in, “y-y/n” suga stuttered, “I can’t take this anymore, Kiss me” y/n said before smashing their lips together.

𝙏𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙚𝙙

【Masterlist】

Here is a mini series a celebration for me hitting 300 Follower’s and a little something to give to you all for my hiatus.  Hopefully it’s to you guys liking. I apologize if there is any errors and if the character’s personality is different.

[teenwolffan-with-nolife]

The Witch and The Wolf Pt.14

Word Count: 2,250

Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Isaac Lahey,Gerard Argent, OC Characters,  Reader

Pairings: Derek Hale x Witch!Reader

Warnings: angst, other...stuff i think

A/N: ---

Masterlist    Series Masterlist

“Hey, Mom. I’m home!” you called, walking into your house. After a long weekend with the Hales, you were more than excited to see your mother.

“Mom?” you said, looking around before frowning, unable to find her. You closed the door, walking further into your house.

Your eyes went wide as you froze, seeing your father standing in front of you.

“Dad? What are you doing here?” you asked feeling slight panic in your chest

“Hey, kid,” he gave you a small smile. You couldn’t tell if he was sad, angry, or happy, he had a pained expression on his face.

“Where’s Mom?” you asked.

“She’s still at work,” he lied.

You nodded softly, knowing he was lying. Your mom never worked on Sundays.

You tensed up, not sure if he knew about your recent discovery with your powers.

“What are you doing here?” you asked.

“What? I can’t drop by to see my daughter?” he laughed softly.

“But… I haven't seen you in years,” you took a small step back.

“God,” he whispered.

“Dad?” you asked.

You jumped, hearing loud banging at the door.

“(Y/N)!” you heard your mom call as you took a step to the door, before hearing the sound of something click.

You turned, met with a barrel of a gun pointed directly at your chest.

“Dad? What are you doing?” your voice broke before you put your hands up.

“You’re a monster. You’re… You’re an abomination. A disease. My daughter cannot be a witch he cocked the gun as tears rushed to your eyes.

“Dad, please. Don’t do this” you cried, shaking your head.

“What do you not understand? I hunt things like you. I kill things like you, no exception,” he yelled.

“Dad, please. It’s me,” you cried.

“You’re not. You're not my daughter,” he shook his head.

“(Y/N)!” you heard your mom yell, hearing her cries for you.

He took a deep breath, pressing the trigger, as you felt the bullet go through your stomach.

You fell to the floor, feeling the blood rushing out of your body as your vision blurred. You could barely make out your mom breaking the door, running to you. The sound of her yelling at your dad was muffled as she lifted you up, pressing down on your wound as you cried out in pain.

You watched your dad run out of the house, while you cried softly, closing your eyes

---

“What the fuck are you doing here? How did you get in?!” you yelled, reaching for your spare knife.

“We need to talk. Why did I get a call from Kate Argent saying you're a wolf? And now she’s dead?” he asked, standing in front of you.

“You don’t deserve any answers. Get the fuck away from me,” you spat.

“Kid, I’m sorry-” he apologized.

“I will kill you right now if you don’t get out. Right now,” you saw him tense as your eyes flashed purple.

“Please just tell me where your mother is,” he said.

“Leave,” you yelled.

You felt pain surge throughout your body as you fell to the ground, taking deep breaths.

“(Y/N), hey...” your dad ran to you, bending down to you before you pushed him away.

“I told you to fucking leave!” you yelled, your voice laced with anger.

“(Y/N),” he started.

“Go!” you yelled.

You shut your eyes tightly, feeling your powers acting out before hearing your dad gasp. Your powers forced him out, slamming the door behind him.

You gasped shakily, crying out in pain as your entire body ached, feeling a crushing, sharp pain take over you as you wrapped your arms around yourself.

---

“Isaac? What are you doing here?” you asked softly, letting him into your apartment.

“I...” he stuttered, panicking slightly.

“Your eye is healed,” you gasped.

“I think I made a mistake,” he took a deep breath.

“What did you do?” you put a hand on his shoulder as he looked at you, his eyes glowing yellow.

“No. No, you didn’t,” you panicked.

“You know what I am?” he asked softly.

“Yes, you idiot! Why did you do that?!” you yelled, smacking his shoulder.

“I couldn't…. I couldn't take it anymore. My dad,” his eyes welled with tears.

“Okay, just take a deep breath, tell me what happened from the beginning,” you pulled his arms, sitting on the couch.

---

“God, why didn’t you tell me before?” you said softly.

“I didn't know what to say. But what am I supposed to do now? He’s dead,” Isaac cried.

“Just breathe,” you wrapped your arms around him, holding him in your lap.

“I’m gonna kill Derek,” you said softly.

“You know Derek?” he asked, looking up at you.

“Yeah, he’s my… he was my friend,” you said.

“Oh,” he replied quietly.

“Are you mad at me?” he asked softly.

“No, I’m not mad at you,” you sighed.

“What's wrong with you? You’re different,” he asked.

“Well, since you know about wolves, might as well tell you about witches,” you started.

“You're a witch?” he asked.

“Yeah, well, not for long I guess. Some… thing happened, and I’m sort of losing it,” you explained.

“What happened?” he asked.

“It’s a long story,” you shrugged.

“And I don't have any home to go back to for the night,” he replied.

“Okay, well…”

---

“I feel like I’m more in control, honestly,” Scott walked next to you.

“That’s good, but you can never be too careful. I think Stiles has chains for you or something,” you said, leaning against your locker.

“Yeah, they fell out of his locker during lacrosse practice. Oh, and also, that guy you’re friends with, Isaac-” Scott started.

“Yeah, I know. Where is he now?” you asked.

“Talking to Stilinski in the principal’s office,” he answered.

“They think he killed his dad? No, that’s not possible, he was with me all night long,” you said, raising an eyebrow.

“And tonight’s a full moon,” Scott sighed.

“So what are we gonna do?” you asked.

“Well, clearly we need a plan to bust him out. Stiles said he has a plan,” he explained.

“Well then, I guess I’ll go help Stiles out,” you waved him goodbye, leaving.

---

You knocked at the door to the principal’s office, being called there.

“Hello?” you said, knocking.

The door opened, as Stiles and Scott came out.

“Idiots,” you sighed.

“Rude,” Stiles replied.

“(Y/N) come in,” you heard an unsettling voice call, a familiar voice.

“Gerard,” you tensed, walking into the office.

“(Y/N). Good to see you. Come sit,” he patted the seat next to him.

“What are you doing here?” you asked nervously.

“I’m making a plan to eliminate all the werewolves,” he started.

“No offense, Gerard, but the last person to try that was Kate, and look where she ended up,” you said, crossing your arms.

“Well, you see, they killed my daughter. I’m going to get my revenge on every single one of them, even if it kills me,” he said.

“Why are you telling me this?” you asked.

“Because. Your parents were excellent hunters, and you are too,” he started.

“No, I don’t hunt,” you replied, shaking your head.

“Well, you’re gonna have to. You’re a young one, a smart one, you could help kill off all these teen wolves,” he said.

“You have your granddaughter for that,” you shrugged.

“Well, my son doesn't want her to get into hunting, at least not yet. Which is why we need you,” he said.

“Did you tell Chris that you’re gonna ‘recruit’ me?” you asked.

“It’ll be a lovely surprise for him,” he said.

You scoffed, shaking your head.

“I don’t hunt, and that’s that. Nothing is gonna make me change my mind. Goodbye, Gerard,” you grabbed your bag, leaving the office.

---

You heard your front door open, as you rolled your eyes, exhaling.

“If everyone’s just going to walk in anyways, then what’s the point of me having a doorbell? Or a door?” you exclaimed, turning around to see Derek.

“Sorry,” he said.

“What are you doing here?” you turned away from him.

“Why didn't you tell me your dad was in town?” he asked.

“It’s none of your concern. Will you please go?” you asked him.

“What’s wrong with you? You’re different,” he noticed, putting a hand on your shoulder.

“Well, I’m mad. At you. How could you turn my friend?!” you yelled.

“Is that what this is about?” he asked.

“Among other things. Now, leave me alone. The door’s right there,” you pointed.

“I’m going to the sheriff's station, to get Isaac. With Stiles. Are you coming?” he asked.

“Only because Isaac is my friend,”  you said.

“(Y/N), I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. For everything, just please give me a chance to explain-” he started, holding your hand.

You pulled away from him.

“I don't want to hear an explanation. I have a lot of crap going on right now and this is the last thing I need. Let’s go,” you ignored him, walking out of your apartment.

“You’re losing your powers, aren’t you?” he asked.

“How do you know?” you froze.

“I can feel it. Is this from killing Peter?” he asked.

“I don't know. It’ll go away, let’s just go.” 

Before he could say anything else, you walked out of the apartment.

---

“The key to Isaac’s cell… it’s gone,” Stiles gasped.

“Shit. That means the hunter is already here. We gotta go quickly,” the two of you ran out, following the trail of blood in the hallway.

“Oh sh-” you grabbed Stiles, pulling him aside as you saw the hunter limp to Isaac’s cell.

“What are we gonna do?” Stiles asked.

“I’ll distract him. Just go get Isaac out somehow,” you replied, running to the hunter.

“Hey, idiot!” you called.

“(Y/N),” he growled.

“Obice,” you said, putting your hands up.

You felt your body screaming at you to stop, but you continued to hold up the barrier, trying to stop the hunter.

“Stiles! Go!” you yelled.

“You betrayed us all, you freak. They don’t know anything about you, but I do. Your kind is the worst,” the hunter yelled.

You saw as black veins appeared on your arms, as you winced.

You took a deep breath, continuing to hold the barrier up. They needed to get Isaac out. He needed to be okay.

You could feel the pain as you leaned against the wall next to you, pushing yourself up, taking deep breaths.

“It hurts, doesn’t it? Let me just put you out of your misery,” he took his gun out of his pocket, aiming at you.

“It’s… a barrier, you idiot. You’ll just shoot yourself,” you tried to convince yourself more, the bullet most likely would be able to break through your barrier.

“It’s a weak barrier,” he started, walking towards you.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you fell against the wall, your powers failing.

“Rot in hell, (Y/N),” he cocked the gun.

“Get away from her,” you heard as Derek growled, pushing the hunter away from you.

Derek picked him up, throwing him to a wall, knocking him out.

“(Y/N),” Derek ran to you, as you slid off the wall, falling to your knees.

“It hurts,” you cried.

“What the hell is that?!” Derek yelled, seeing the black veins around your arms, traveling up your neck.

He held your hand, taking your pain.

“You’re in so much pain,” he said softly.

“I’m okay,” you cried, trying to get up.

“Let me get you out of here,” he wrapped his arms around you, lifting you up before rushing you out of the station.

---

“Isaac!” you gasped, opening your eyes as you jumped out of bed.

“Hey, I’m right here,” Isaac answered, rushing next to you.

You gave him a small hug before you saw Derek motion for him to leave.

“Derek-”

“Just listen. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I like you, (Y/N), I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, sitting in front of you.

“Then why did you ignore me?” you asked softly.

“Because I’m an idiot. I kept thinking about the past, what happened with Paige, you know how shitty it was with Kate. I didn’t want to screw this up and I wanted to keep you safe, I thought I’d be keeping you safe if I kept you away from me. I’m really sorry, please forgive me,” he begged.

You nodded your head, resting your head on his shoulder. You didn’t have any energy to reply or say anything.

He caressed your back, putting his arm on your shoulder.

“Are you okay?” he whispered after a moment of silence.

“I think I’m dying,” your voice wavered slightly.

“Is it because of Peter?” he asked.

“I don’t know. I think so. Doing magic hurts so much,” you sniffled.

“We’ll figure out how to fix this like we always do. Meanwhile, no more magic, okay?” he said.

You nodded your head as he kissed your forehead.

“Good. What are you gonna do with your dad?”

“I don’t know. I told him to stay away, and I know he won’t listen. I just need him out of Beacon Hills,” more tears came to your eyes at the memory.

“We’ll figure it out, I’ll keep him away from you, I promise,” Derek held you tightly.

You sniffled, nodding before he laid down on your bed, pulling you with him. You rested your head on his chest, before closing your eyes, drifting off to sleep.

[gingeraleluke]

🍈Cantaloupe Pink Grapefruit question for miss Y/N hehe :)

i’m doing these for ‘y/n havok’ from the boxer series :)

is there one particular character trait that your OC embodies?

➪ so i based y/n off of myself on a lot of different aspects, mostly emotional ones. i have read a lot of fics were the reader or main character isnt emotional until something drastic happens, or they act like they’ve never really been hurt before, and while some people are like that, most of them aren’t.

i try my absolute hardest to make everyone feel included when they read my stories. sometimes you just start crying for no reason, or you act out of line. no one is perfect. it’s breaking that stigma of perfection. when you read a reader insert fic, you aren’t supposed to just see the surface, you’re supposed be picturing yourself in it. you know yourself better than anyone. you know you don’t wake up everyday at 8:30 and put your hair up in a messy bun before going to school. you know you don’t say whatever pops into your head. we all filter ourselves but when you read a reader insert fic, it breaks the wall down. there is no filter. no flat character with a perfectly written story. it sucks because you will read a fic and see a bunch of comments complaining shit like “is she really crying over him” or “why is she so rude tf” as if we have 100% control over how others view us.

for example, in the boxer part three, when y/n has a breakdown on the bathroom floor, i can 100% see someone commenting some shit like “ew wtf” as if they were in their shoes, yes, you are supposed to visualize yourself as them, but no matter how hard you try, you won’t be able to feel exactly what they are feeling. no matter how descriptive i am, you won’t truly know just how good vinnie looked under those lights or just how scary those men at the door were. it’s important that you don’t judge y/n for small moments like that, because if that was actually you and you were reading a story of your own life, you probably wouldn’t even fucking notice how rude you were being or how annoying you were being until you read some comments about it. fics are supposed to be based on real fucking life, not just the highlights and i think it’s important to show that.

i wanted to make a character that people could see themselves in while still being an OC. i structured y/n in a super messy and intricate way because that’s how the real world works. i wanted someone as emotional and caring as i am. i wanted someone who was fragile yet strong. sensitive but not weak. someone who cares so much that sometimes they forget to care about themselves. but also someone who fucks up. no one is perfect and i think that y/n does a beautiful job at showing that.

anyways, back to the main question, y/n embodies comfort the most out of anything. she has a mothering type of nature where she wants to take care of everyone and make sure everyone is happy. she’s a huge mediator and just wants everything to work out in the end. you may see her personality flip flop, sometimes she’ll be too scared to walk in a room and the next minute she’ll be a total badass, but that’s the reality of it. she’s a round character with so many layers, and you guys have only seen the surface so far.

what is a trait that they value the most in others?

➪ okay so i 100% copied this from my own personality, but y/n is very big on people’s energies. she needs to be able to feel safe around someone and if she doesn’t feel safe with them, she will cut them out of her life, no question. she’s a super curious person and loves guys that are intimidatingly perfect. she likes to get close to them and pick apart their imperfections. a guy who looks like he’s got his life together, but in reality doesnt. she loves being able to help people and as cringy as it sounds, she loves ‘fixing’ people, especially the ones that she loves. (not saying that anyone needs fixing lol)

if a person can trust her, and she has their attention without begging for it, it’s a super big turn on. she doesn’t fuck with secrets and craves loyalty. she’s looking for ride or dies only.

what is one trait that they share with another character?

➪ i’m gonna do a few characters for this because this is a really good question.

drake: her and drake are really fucking sensitive. that’s honestly the only thing they have in common probably. they both have a hard time trusting people, but other than that, they are pretty much opposites

mo: y/n has a bigger heart and a much bigger imagination than mo does, but they are both very vocal and open about their feelings. if they have an opinion, they will speak it. although, moriah doesn’t like to talk about her problems and will try and push it down, from absolutely anyone. y/n will open up to you if she trusts you. y/n is a lot easier to manipulate than mo is.

quinn: they both appreciate the small things and can see through people really easily.

zach: they are both emotional asf and are people pleasers.

katie: nothing 🤢🖕🏻

roman: they both can be super closed off but other than that, nothing. y/n hates his guts LMAO.

flloyd: they would both take a bullet for a dog. they are super optimistic towards friends but then get down on themselves.

vinnie: they both just want to be loved. they have a lot in common and think the same way. they both try to do whatever they think they should do as opposed to whatever society might deem right. they care for other people before they care for themselves and they both sleep on the right side of the bed. oh and they love affection and physical touch.