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dear me as an undiagnosed adhd kid who constantly lost their water bottles, keys, etc: it gets better, I promise. I have not done either of these things in ages. although you do get new problems, because sometimes you lock your keys in your car instead of losing them, but you know right where they are so it's an improvement??? maybe???

it's all about routine building

[kisses-for-you]

saved - e. diaz

eddie diaz x gn!reader

summary: during a dangerous building fire rescue, eddie's fear of losing you forces him to confront his emotions and confess to you.

w/c: 1.4k

The sirens blared through the city streets as the 118 sped towards their next call. It was a routine day, or as routine as things got in their line of work. You sat in the back of the truck, checking your gear. Eddie sat across from you, his eyes following your movements even though he tried to remain focused on the call. You were close friends but lately, Eddie had started considering the fact that maybe his feelings went beyond just a simple friendship. He'd pushed them down, convinced that it was just the stress of the job playing tricks on his heart.

But today felt different. The air in the truck was heavy, and something about this call gave Eddie a bad feeling. "You okay, Eddie?" you asked, catching him staring.

He blinked, snapping back to reality. "Yeah, I'm good. You?"

You nodded, flashing him that reassuring smile you always gave when you were heading into dangerous situations. "Yeah, I’m ready. Let's do this."

The call had come in about a building fire, one of the worst you'd seen in weeks. Several floors were already engulfed, and a group of people was trapped inside. As the truck came to a halt, you jumped out and joined the rest of the team. The thick smoke loomed over you, the fire roaring louder than usual. Bobby gave quick orders. You and Eddie were paired up, as usual. You seemed to work best together, always knowing the other's moves before you made them.

"Let's be quick about this," Bobby said, his voice firm over the comms. "We’ve got limited time before the structure’s compromised. Stay together."

Inside, the heat was suffocating, even with your gear. Flames lit up the way and the smoke was so thick that it was hard to see more than a few feet ahead. Your radios crackled with updates from the rest of the team, but Eddie's focus was solely on keeping you in his line of sight. Every time you moved forward, he was right there, close behind, watching your back. He watched you as you both cleared each room, calling out for survivors, his heart tightening with each passing second. Every time you turned a corner, his breath caught in his throat. It wasn't just the fire that made him nervous — it was the thought of losing you.

You found the first survivor on the second floor, a young woman huddled in a corner, clutching her child. You and Eddie worked together to get them out, Buck and Chim leading them to exit. But once you reached the third floor, things started to spiral.

The structure groaned above you, the fire spreading faster than anticipated. Smoke filled the air, making it difficult to see. As you approached the next room, you took the lead, pushing through a stubborn door.

"Y/N, wait!" Eddie called, sensing something wrong.

But it was too late. The moment you stepped into the room, the ceiling above you gave way. Eddie lunged forward, grabbing you by the arm and pulling you back just as debris crashed down, narrowly missing you. For a second, time stood still. You were both on the floor, coughing from the smoke, adrenaline pumping through your veins.

"Are you okay?" Eddie asked, his voice tight, fear flashing in his eyes as he held your arm a little longer than necessary. You coughed, your breath labored but nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine. That was close."

Too close, Eddie thought. His chest ached at the sight of you, the weight of what almost happened crashing down on him.

As you pulled yourselves up and continued the search, the intensity of the fire grew. You found two more survivors, an elderly couple, but the building's groans became more frequent and louder. Bobby’s voice came through the radio, urgency clear in his tone.

"Get out now! The building’s coming down!"

But you weren't done. There were still reports of one more person trapped on the top floor. Eddie and you exchanged a look, both knowing what you had to do. "Eddie, we don't have time," you warned, but your tone was conflicted. You knew you didn't have time to go but you also didn't want Eddie to do it alone.

Eddie shook his head. "I'm not leaving anyone behind. You can go. I'll catch up."

You responded, "I'm not leaving you." Your words hit Eddie like a punch to the gut; you had said that to each other countless times, but it felt different now. Eddie’s heart pounded as he led the way up the stairs, his mind racing with everything he wanted to say to you but couldn’t.

The top floor was a maze of flames, the heat so intense it was almost unbearable. You found the last survivor, an older man unconscious near a window. You moved to help him, and that's when it happened. The floor beneath you and the man gave way. Eddie barely had time to register the crash before he saw you go down with the collapsing floor, the man you were helping tumbling with you.

"Y/N!" Eddie screamed, panic flooding his system.

He rushed to the edge, looking down to see you trapped beneath rubble, barely conscious. You were pinned, the fire inching closer. Without thinking, Eddie jumped down to you, ignoring the pain that shot through his leg when he landed. His hands moved frantically, trying to free you from the debris.

"Eddie…" Your voice was weak, your eyelids fluttering. "You need to go. You can't…"

"I'm not leaving you," Eddie growled, his heart pounding. "I can't lose you, Y/N. I won't."

You coughed again, trying to speak, but the smoke was too thick. Eddie worked faster, his muscles straining as he lifted a beam off your legs. You couldn't help but cry out in pain as the pressure was lifted off your legs.

Eddie winced at the sound of your pain, but he didn't stop. He wouldn't stop until you were safe. His breathing was ragged, his limbs shaking from the exertion, but the fire was closing in, and he knew you didn't have much time. Bobby's voice crackled through his radio again, more urgent this time.

"Eddie! What's your status? The building's going to collapse!"

Eddie glanced up, seeing the flames creeping closer. All he cared about was you. He'd made a promise, to himself and to you, that he'd always have your back. Leaving you wasn't an option. With a final grunt, Eddie freed you, pulling you into his arms. "Hold on, Y/N, I've got you," he whispered, though the words felt more like a prayer.

You were barely conscious, your head resting against his chest as he stood, the weight of both you and the collapsing building pressing down on him. Every second counted. He hoisted you over his shoulder and made a break for the stairs, pain radiating through his leg but ignored in favor of saving you.

Somehow, you made it out. Eddie carried you through the flames, refusing to stop until you were out of the building. The moment you burst through the doors and into the open air, Eddie collapsed to his knees, still holding you tightly. The rest of the team rushed to you, paramedics quickly taking over, but Eddie didn't let go of your hand.

As you laid on the gurney, oxygen mask over your face, you opened your eyes just enough to look at Eddie. Your voice was barely a whisper when you spoke. "You saved me."

Eddie shook his head, his emotions finally spilling over. "You saved me, Y/N. Every day, you save me. I-" He paused, his heart pounding in his chest. "I love you. I've loved you for a long time, and I can't… I can't keep pretending like I don't."

Your eyes softened, a tear slipping down your cheek. You squeezed his hand, your grip weak but firm enough to let him know you felt the same. "I love you too, Eddie. I always have."

The weight of those words, so long unsaid, lifted something in Eddie's heart. For the first time in a long time, despite the chaos around, he felt a sense of peace. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, promising himself that from now on, he would never let you go.

Because in this world, there are no guarantees for a tomorrow. And Eddie Diaz wasn't going to waste another second pretending his heart didn’t belong to you.

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masterlist of fics under the cut..

key: ✰ - smut / ✂ - angst / ✿ - fluff

Coffee and Consequences • Reader joins the BAU, and Spencer seems insistent on being a problem for her. ✰ ✂

Not-Friends With Benefits • Reader and Spencer have been hooking up with no strings attached just fine, until a singular bed threatens to change that.✰✂

Double-Booked for the Night • Reader and Spencer have been double-booked by JJ for a night of babysitting. What happens when the situation brings out some buried feelings from both parties? ✰✿

Popsicle Love • Reader and Spencer are at a ridiculously hot precinct station, getting on each other's nerves arguing. Reader realizes she can get back at him, using a certain sweet treat. ✰

Behind Closed Doors I and II • Reader and Spencer are known to be a "tame" couple at work. They get fed up and decide to change how people see them. ✰

"Technically" Not A Student • Reader is Alex Blake’s TA, and after a guest lecture, Spencer seems to take a liking to her. ✰

Safe and Sound • Reader comforts Spencer after she unknowingly does something to trigger some unhappy memories of his. ✂✰

And For My Next Trick... • Reader is invited to a Halloween party where she doesn't know anyone. Everyone seems absolutely insistent she has to meet a mystery man who'd love her costume. ✰

Always Bet On Black • Reader realizes she has an advantage at the Bureau's Casino Night when Spencer can't seem to take his eyes off her and her dress. ✰

Regret on the Rocks • Spencer finds himself at a bar being served by the girl who once broke his heart. Turns out she feels a lot more than just regret for letting him go. ✂✰

For the Love of Lace • Reader decides she doesn’t want to pine for her best friend, Spencer anymore, but still needs his help deciding what lingerie to wear for her upcoming date. ✰

Dialing up for Trouble • Reader and Spencer were fuck-buddies, until Spencer cuts her off quite suddenly. A party and some risque images may be enough to get them back to their old routine. ✰

Check Your Window (He’s At Your Window) • Reader discovers her window faces into the apartment of her very attractive building neighbor, Spencer. She's willing to do anything for his attention. He's willing to reward her for her efforts. ✰

Please, Please, Please • Spencer makes a promise he can't keep to Reader, and pays the price. ✂ (NO SMUT)

Between the Books • Reader is a librarian at the library Spencer frequents while he’s finishing one of his degrees. They find themselves in a precarious situation when everyone’s left, and they’re the last two people there. ✰

Relax, I’ve Got You • Reader isn't the best at handling stress, and her roommate Spencer, notices. Luckily, he has quite a few salacious ideas on how he could make her feel better. ✰

[midnights-cosmic]

Iced Coffee

Jeong Yunho x F!Reader

They said Cupid's Coffee Station has a magic of bringing people together. Yunho happened to take a liking on it ever since it opened right across KQ Entertainment's building. And he also happened to meet you in there. Will the magic work?

[Edited and Updated. Proof-read. June 19 2024]

"Where's Yunho?" Mingi asked when the rest of the members walked in the practice room. Yunho has been in and out of practice room ever since this morning. This routine of his started about two weeks ago.

Wooyoung laughed, "He said he likes the coffee across the street."

Mingi raised an eyebrow. "Is he... You?"

Wooyoung shrugged his shoulder with a smile on his face.

"Ready to leave, everyone?" Hongjoong, who just finished stuffing his bag, asked. "Where's Yunho?"

"Across the street." Mingi and Wooyoung answered at the same time.

Hongjoong scoffed, shaking his head. Mingi was getting suspicious. What's his friend been doing at the newly opened coffee shop?

Cupid's Coffee Station — Your go-to café ever since you started attending Hongik University. It's one of those café's your college friends can't stop talking about. According to one of your classmates, this café has magic. Solely because it has a power of bringing people together. And by 'bringing people together', what she meant is setting up the most unlikely couples.

You almost laughed, hearing her voice in your head. That does sound ridiculous, doesn't it?

But who are you to talk? Curiousity got the best of you anyway. Here you are every day, every after class, every chance you get, even during weekends. You've seen a few of your friends meeting someone at this place, yet here you are, a regular, and still hasn't met anyone.

Magic. Right, who believes in magic anyway. Just because Cupid's name is in this café doesn't mean his arrow is in every corner of this room, too. Or maybe you're just not meant to meet anyone, really.

You shook you head. "If I don't meet anyone here, that just means there's no magic in this café. Simple." You murmured under your breath, your books colliding at the floral table mats.

It wasn't the first time Yunho saw you talk to yourself. He can tell that you're annoyed, or perhaps just exhausted, even though he couldn't hear the words coming out of your lips. He truly wishes he could just ask, but he is not at all confident in his ability to do so. Although, honestly speaking, he'd probably had the courage if his members were with him.

Wooyoung

We're getting coffees too :))

Yunho

-_-

Wooyoung

Mingi is curious :P

Yunho

= __ =''

You were taken aback by the assortment of pastries available at the counter, most of them were usually sold out by now. You felt your mouth water at the sight and you wanted to taste every dish. From the croissant's golden hue, to the strawberry tart's vibrant red color, to the noisette's lovely swirls of chocolate.

However, the lone blueberry muffin on the side was calling for your attention.

You contemplated over the numerous options for a while before settling on the one and only muffin. You've been craving that blueberry flavor for some reason. Although a blueberry tart would have been a better option (which is sadly not available), the muffin will do the trick.

With a pair of tongs, you reached over the muffin, only to have your hand collide with another one. Chills ran down your spine as you felt the shock of electricity against your skin.

Your eyes met the prettiest eyes you've seen in a while. "Sorry. I didn't notice you're reaching for it too." You apologized.

You felt small under his gaze. He's too handsome to be standing near me. Am I even allowed to breathe the same air as this man?

"You can take it, it's fine." He smiled. You swore you could melt at this moment.

You took the blueberry muffin. Overcoming the feeling how you felt bad that he wants it too.

The door chimes ring and few voices from inside the quiet cafe can be heard as you both choose a second pastry. The handsome guy tensed next to you and let out a heavy sigh.

"Yunho-yah~"

So, his name is Yunho. His face suits that name so much. It's like an instant name you'd hear, and you would know that he'll be handsome already.

While you push forward to the barista to order your drink, you watch from your peripheral how Yunho gets mobbed by his friends. "Who are you with?" and "You've been here for an hour and you're just eating now?" are some of the jokes they were making, but Yunho shut them all up.

"Ma'am?" Your cheeks flushed, watching the barista wave his hands in front of your face. "May I have your drink?"

"Right. Uhm, I'll take an iced coffee, please. Two shots of espresso." That was what you need. You need to boost your energy level and your focus. And an iced coffee might just help you with that.

You settled back into your seat after paying for your order. Glancing around, you realized that you have a full view of Yunho, sitting beside his friend; the one that keeps teasing him earlier.

You refrained yourself from grinning. It's amusing to see how shorter the other guy is compared to him, but Yunho is the one that's getting made fun of. You can tell that the other guys are joining in on the fun even though they have their backs to you.

Yunho continued rolling his eyes and shaking his head, particularly when he was being nudged.

You admire his patience. Could never be me. You thought.

Ever since that day, your encounters with Yunho has been frequent. You also noticed yourself having a habit of admiring him from afar. Most of the time, Yunho would be there before you. And the rare occasions that you'll come before him, you'd see him still head in the same corner and the same seat. Pen in hand, notebook on the table.

"You're going home already?" Your friend asked while you were stuffing your bag with everything.

"Not really, but I need to finish my research." You mentioned.

It's Friday, the last day of finals for spring semester, has just concluded. You know that your friend will ask you to party and celebrate tonight, but you wanted to complete your research on Contemporary Art by Sunday. It was the last thing you need to pass before you can truly enjoy the summer break.

She slumped her shoulders and pouted. "You're no fun." A smile slipped through her lips. "Is it a guy? You met someone in the café, haven't you?"

You snickered. "Right. Magical coffee shop, blah blah blah. Nope! I just love their pastries."

Your friend hummed, teasingly. Her eyes shooting lasers at you. "He's probably handsome."

"Wh-"

"FIneeeeeee. If you can't go, I won't force you. But don't forget to introduce him to me." She winked, grabbing her bag then giving you a kiss on the cheek. "I think I might know who he is." She bumped her hips to yours.

You staggered back to your table, eyes squinted. She did a couple of dance steps that you don't recognize at all.

"It's something to do with spice and chilli peppers." She rolled her eyes, then laughed, before leaving you alone in the room.

"Whatever." You chuckled.

Cupid's Coffee Station

You tilted your head, blinking at the new LED outdoor sign of the cafe. It was blinking red and pink.

To be fair, there was never a day it wasn't lit, but it used to be just a simple white LED light. This time around, the colored LED confused you.

The chimes tinkled when you walked in. You were even more perplexed when you see how empty the cafe is. All your favorite pastries lined the counter, not even one missing.

Wait, isn't it Friday? Shouldn't there be more people here? You shake your head. It's probably one of those days where sales are slow... or is it? I don't know!

You pinched yourself back to reality and placed your bag on your seat. Same old routine; books on the table, sketch pad, laptop, and your collection of pens that only one is used for the whole year.

After a few minutes of writing down your thoughts about the painting you have chosen for your research. You started craving for caffeine.

Iced coffee.

Yep, that's what you've decided to get again.

"Hello! Welcome to Cupid's Coffee Station!" You were caught off by the new barista. This time, the barista is a middle-aged man and has a bright smile on his face.

Where's the other guy?

"Sorry, something came up for my nephew so this old man—" pointing at himself, "—has to step in again in his own café."

Oh, he's the owner. Silly me.

You gave him a smile in return. "I'd like an iced coffee, please."

"Two shots of espresso." You both said at the same time.

Okay? What?—

"I apologize once again. I also like iced coffee with two shots of espresso."

You bit the inside of your cheek, stopping yourself from questioning the owner. As he makes your drink, you decided to grab a plate and a pair of tongs. That was weird, really.

You couldn't even count on your head how many times you shook your head today. It feels like there's so many things happening all at once. You just brushed off the strange sensation on your shoulders.

Finally! A blueberry tart. You've been waiting for it for the past few days. For some reason, the tart at school doesn't satisfy your cravings.

"I'll also take this." You paid for your order and made your way back to your area.

You turned back to face the man after placing your orders on the table. His hands were cleaning and wiping the table. The coffee thing is probably just a coincidence and nothing to overthink about. Honestly speaking, there's probably a million people out there who also likes iced coffee with two shots of espresso.

It's not a big deal, Y/N. Chill.

Work. Yunho has been working for a total of thirteen hours. The joy he felt was unexplainable when Hongjoong called it a day. He threw his head back, stretching and relaxing his muscles.

Once his bag is packed and ready, Yunho excused himself and told his members that he'll be at the café.

"Well, you can just call manager-hyung to pick you up later." Yeosang said, yawning in the process. The members who were looking at him followed in suit. "I'm tired as hell."

"I'm heading home, too. I wanna sleep so baddd~" Wooyoung fussed, hugging San, who was sitting beside him on the floor.

"Make sure to call—" Mingi was cut off when the door closed behind Yunho. He looked at Hongjoong, expecting him to be just as upset as he is. "Hyung! Did you see that?"

All he got was a few laughter from his friends and a pat in the back by Seonghwa and San. "That asshole." Mingi laughed anyway.

Red, pink, white, red, pink, white, red, pink,...

Has this LED light always been colored? Yunho thought. That's unusual.

Yunho was greeted by the sweet and savory scent of the pastries. He was amazed how many are lining the counters.

Unfortunately, he can feel his body slumping from tiredness. So, anything pastry is not on his list today. He's just here to get a boost from caffeine.

"Hello! Welcome to Cupid's Coffee Station!" A man greeted him.

Yunho's brow raised, looking behind the man and trying to locate the regular barista that serves him. "Nephew's out today, bud. What can I get for you?"

Yunho thought of the many options that he wants. "One red eye, please."

"Great choice! It's been a long day, huh?" The man conversed.

"Today is extra stressful." Yunho smiled, politely.

"It probably is." The man replied, "Thank God, the cafe's empty today. You need that space and rest."

Yunho surveyed the area. This cafe has never seemed so empty to him. Considering that it's Friday, there should be a ton of people enjoying their last day of work and students hanging out.

While Yunho was happy to be able to unwind in his favorite place, he was also sympathetic to the owner. Low sales only occur occasionally, but it most likely hurt small businesses big time.

"Here's you drink."

Yunho offered his card to pay. The man swiped it quickly and handed it back.

"Enjoy your coffee and stay."

Yunho bowed. "Thank you."

Yunho was striding towards his regular spot when he noticed a table marker placed on the table. Table reserved.

He looked around. Reserved? When the café's empty??

Yunho chose the next nearest table but it's also marked as reserved.

You watched Yunho pace back and forth while holding his wooden tray. Brows raised, you try to peak why he's not sitting down. You saw that every table that was vacant was marked as reserved.

Will there be a special occassion to be held here today?

After minutes of contemplating, you built up your courage to walk up to Yunho.

Your steps were extra silent walking towards the very confused man. He was so tall compared to you. So much taller. With light taps on his arms, you greeted him. His back turned, looking even more baffled than ever. Yunho's eyes widened at the sight of you.

You muster up a smile, "Hi. Uhm... I— Well, you see... I was—"

Yunho observed your stuttering speech. Your cheeks flushed and your eyes refused to meet his gaze. His brain was too cloudy to listen to what you were saying. It was like everything was silent and all he could see was you, standing in front of him with moving lips. His mind is blurred, the words you were speaking were not being processed in his head.

"If that's okay with you." You said.

Yunho blinked, "Sorry? I didn't hear what you said.” He cleared his throat, another silent sorry slipping through his lips.

"You can sit with me. It seems like my table's the only one available right now. Everything seems to be reserved..." You trailed. The both of you looked around and agreed with each other silently.

"Uh yeah. Sure. Thank you so much." Yunho smiled. “I really appreciate it.”

Despite every table being reserved, no one else came in. You were silently hoping for at least one customer to arrive to ease your nervousness around Yunho.

You and him sat there in silence; with him occasionally sipping on his drink and scrolling through his phone. While you, on the other hand, tried your best to conceal most of your face on your laptop’s screen.

Every now and then, you would draw something on your sketchbook and analyze your own techniques, before returning to typing absentmindedly for your paperwork. 

You can feel Yunho’s stare sometimes. You’ve seen how he fidgets, mouth twitching as if he wants to talk to you. 

Time passed by quickly, yet slowly at the same time. At one point, Yunho has asked you if you were an art student. You shyly replied, yes, and from that, the conversation flowed naturally.

"I'm really bad at drawing." Yunho grimaced.

"Oh come on! You can't be that bad!" You assured, pushing the sketchbook further to his side.

A sigh escaped Yunho's lips, but the corner of his lips turned when he gently grab the pencil from your fingertips. "If you say so."

You could see Yunho drew a circle, then curves surrounding the initial shape he made. He then drew a straight line down, followed by an extremely snaky leaves.

You couldn't help but laugh when he added glow and stars around the flower. "You know, you could've just drawn butterflies. That would make more sense."

Yunho shook his head. "Nope, this is a glowing flower."

"See! You can draw!"

"Fortunately, I do believe that you haven't seen my worst drawings." Yunho dropped the pencil, and picked up his phone. After a mere second, his phone screen was on your face.

You put your hand to your mouth to stop the laughter before it could escape. "You drew that?" You asked in disbelief.

Let's just say that it was the most interesting drawing of a giraffe you have ever seen.

"Are you heading home?" Yunho asked, helping you with the scattered colored pencils on the table.

"Yeah, I'll be taking a bus." The both of you didn't notice the time. It's running almost 9 in the evening before you even know it.

Yunho looked worried, but you muffle out a laughter. "It's fine, Yunho. I live quite near anyway. Just thirty minutes away." You explained. "Plus, you said you have a schedule tomorrow. If I remember correctly, Mingi said call time is 6 AM." You teased.

He had told you about his group, most especially his best friend, Song Mingi.

"I can drop you off?" It was like Yunho was asking himself more than you.

A large black car pulled up and parked directly in front of the large glass front door before you had a chance to decline.

The owner of the cafe appeared unexpectedly next to you and Yunho, making you both flinch in his presence.

"I hope you enjoyed your stay!" He greeted with the biggest smile on his face.

You had to beam back at him because of his contagious smile. Even though he was intimidating when you first arrived, you can now sense his sincerity and kindness.

Not to add, he asked your table if you needed anything else at all, and your table partner requested a refill for his red eye, which resulted to you and Yunho having more conversation to discuss and random things to tease each other about.

"I hope to see you together again here in Cupid's Coffee Station."

The both of you thanked him. The owner opened the door and bid you safe travel.

Like on queue, the car window rolled down when Yunho stepped out of the coffee shop. You, anxiously playing with your hands, next to him.

Yunho walked towards the rolled down window. "Hyungnim~"

There was a conversation between Yunho and the driver. It was slightly inaudible. However, you can overhear him saying that he needs to drop you off at your house.

"It's late in the evening. I can't just let Y/N go and take a bus."

Short silence... A couple more talking... Yunho whispering a celebratory 'Yes!'

"Let's go Y/N. We'll take you home." Yunho opened the car door and offered his hand.

Take it! And so you did. For some reason, that voice in your head doesn't even sound like you. It was like a compelling voice that you couldn't even say no to.

You had expected Yunho to sit next to the driver but he didn't. As you put the pieces together, you realized that the driver might also be his manager. Yunho told you a lot about his idol life during the twenty questions game you both had.

"Thank you, Hyung. I know we might get in trouble for this, but really, thank you." Yunho talked while closing the car door and getting comfortable next to you.

"We'll be fine." The manager said, though you can hear the faint worry in his voice. "Uh, Y/N, right? Yunho can't get out of the car when we arrive at your house. Please use the door on your side later."

You nodded. "No problem. Thank you so much."

"Hyung, she knows that."

"Just making things clear, Yunho."

You've told the manager your address afterwards.

The car moved, now on its way to the destination. Looking back at the cafe, you watched the lights inside turned off one by one. Lips parting at the sight of the LED outdoor sign blinking red, pink, then it flickered, completely stopping at white.

Yunho noticed your expression. "Something wrong?"

"The LED light!" You pointed, but when Yunho turned around, the car rounded a corner.

"Why— What happened?"

What was that? Shaking your head, "Nothing. It's probably just my mind playing tricks."

[End of Part One]

[Part Two in progress]

[itsgodepi]

If I lose my mind | Ch. 11

Series summary: When you're buried under a mountain of problems and can’t seem to catch a break, it might feel like you need a complete reset. But did it really have to come with a one-way ticket to a new dimension? Surely, a little problem-solving would’ve done the trick. Or, one day you go to sleep as a normal person and the next you wake up as a Formula One driver. You've never been a fan but isn't it like, one of the most exclusive sports? Pairing: CL16, LH44, CS55, DR3 x fem!reader Chapter: Previous | Next Word Count: 3k Also on AO3

A gentle breeze greets you as you step onto the bar’s terrace, the heavy beat of the music fading into a muffled hum as the glass door swings shut behind you. Despite the warmth, the night air feels crisp and almost refreshing. The few scattered lounge areas are sparsely occupied, quiet conversations blend with the soothing ambiance, and you inhale deeply, feeling a wave of calm wash over you—a welcome contrast to the frenzy inside.  

This is the first after-party you have attended since everything changed. You had not even known there was a party after the race until Charles’ playful complaints about your absence at his podium celebration clued you in. The thought of venturing out at night had seemed daunting then—after all, the paddock had become your safe haven, a place where the routine felt familiar. But missing Carlos’ party was simply out of the question, not if you wanted to avoid the relentless whining that would surely follow. 

Your time in Monaco with Charles, and the nice lunch with Daniel, had shown you just how much of this world you had yet to explore. Especially now, when the doors to a lavish lifestyle which you had yet to grasp, had swung open for you. Despite not seeing a single euro from your ‘work’, being a famous Formula One driver sure had its perks. Tonight was a perfect example: here you were, in one of the most luxurious hotels you had ever encountered, clad in a stunning dress from your pre-arranged luggage, all without spending a cent. 

The building, perched elegantly on the edge of a tranquil river, boasts an expansive terrace adorned with soft lights that gently yield to the brilliance of the starlit sky. A secluded club, nestled on the outskirts of the city, packed with a glittering array of celebrities —actors, singers, athletes, you name it— all immersed in an atmosphere of opulence that is both mesmerizing and intense. 

You take a few steps forward, intending to lean against the railing to fully absorb the serene scenery—the subtle scent of the flowing water, the sense of liberation that the night seems to offer—, when a man seated in solitude catches your eye. 

A soft smile tugs at your lips as you approach him, the rhythmic clack of your heels on the terrace floor accompanying your steps. He is clad in a black sweater with a low neck, a big necklace hanging from his neck “What are you doing out here?” you ask, your voice light “Everyone’s inside.” 

Lewis looks up, surprise flickering across his features. The terrace lights catch in his dark eyes, turning them into an intricate constellation. “Could ask you the same” he replies with a smirk, shifting to the side of the black sofa to make space for you. “I thought you were having fun dancing around with the girls”. 

“Yeah, Alex and George’s girlfriend are nice, but everything is just...” you sink into the cushions, letting out an exasperated sigh as you lean your elbow on the armrest, fidgeting with the straps of your shoes. You take this brief moment to compose yourself, offering a distraction from the truth that feels too overwhelming to voice.  

The strangeness of the night, the unfamiliar country, and the sea of faces —some known, many not— have left you feeling adrift. The idea of being surrounded by so many people, who were supposedly mere byproducts of your imagination, was utterly disorienting. How could something so elaborate and vivid possibly be a mere fantasy? It all felt so... 

You shake your head, chiding yourself. You shouldn’t have gone out tonight —those drinks did not help either. 

With a deep breath, you decide to push those thoughts aside and opt for a lighter excuse “If they play Animals one more time, I’m jumping off the balcony, I swear” 

A soft chuckle escapes the Mercedes driver. “You better stay out here then” He takes a sip of his drink, crossing his legs and shifting his gaze from his glass to the breathtaking scenery, “I thought you liked electronic music” 

“Yeah, I do, but—wait, how do you know that?” you notice halfway into your explanation, frowning at him. It is not like you had much time to play music since you were thrusted into this situation, so where did that come from? 

Lewis shrugs, his eyes crinkling with a grin he barely manages to conceal, a trace of pride in his expression as though he is pleased to have surprised you. 

“Well, yes, I do like it” you give in, tilting your head. Despite the theories crowding your mind, you prefer not to think about that. Just for today. “I guess I’ve just gotten used to Spanish nightclubs. There’s a lot less jumping, that’s for sure” 

Although you were having a hard time back in Spain, you had made a couple friends during your external internship that liked to party until the early hours of the day. They showed you around the city, took you to some of the most beautiful places you had ever seen and were there when you were not in the mood for any of that.

It was nice, being with them, your small home away from home. You missed them, dearly.

“Oh, right. You were in Mallorca with Carlos, weren’t you?” he realizes, a teasing note in his voice that you choose to overlook.

“You know too much,” you reply with a playful smile, raising a pointing finger at him. Even if that is not the real reason, you prefer not to get into specifics. Not tonight “Yeah, Charles and I went to visit him for a couple days. It was nice, did they tell you about it?” 

Lewis shakes his head, adjusting himself more comfortably on the sofa, draping his arm over the backrest. “That bit I picked up from the articles.” 

Those photos had spread across the internet like wildfire. Both Ferrari and Haas’ media team blowing up your phones as soon as you put a foot back into the port.  

Of course. You'd almost managed to forget about the media frenzy the impromptu holiday had caused.

You barely recall how the idea for a trip came up on the flight to Monaco —something about the scorching temperatures in Monaco prompting Carlos to check the weather in Mallorca, and you mentioning you’d never been there. That was all the spanish needed to organize a full weekend getaway to the island for the three of you, all under the guise of inaugurating his new boat.  

You haven't yet worked up the courage to read those articles . Seeing the coverage about your on-track activities is one thing, clad in a costume and playing the part, but having your entire itinerary laid out online feels like an entirely different level of exposure. 

It feels like another sign that this universe is a mere construct of your imagination, there is no way they could find you on a boat in the middle of the sea. Everything feels so artificial —or, perhaps, unnervingly real. 

For a moment, you consider how ready you are to confront the topic that’s been swirling in your mind all day. Gathering your resolve, you ask tentatively, “Did you see the articles about us?” 

A quick search of your names brings up a flood of results: articles and social media posts either critiquing your supposed ambition to climb the fame ladder or fawning about how great you look together. Hundreds of photos and videos have emerged, supposedly capturing moments where you are seen looking ‘longingly’ at each other during interviews or gravitating towards one another during pre-race activities. You won't lie, you enjoy those last ones way too much. 

A brief silence falls over the scene. You lift your gaze to meet his, as if expecting something —an answer, reassurance, you’re not quite sure. 

“I did” Lewis confirms with a nod, his voice nearly lost to the breeze. 

You drop your gaze, your fingers absently tracing the seam of your dress as a pout forms on your lips. “You know, the others were teasing me about it.” 

“Were they?” his voice carries a hint of mock surprise, as if he anticipated this would come up “Who? Leclerc?” 

“No, it was Lando. And well, Daniel and Carlos too” you clarify, recalling how they were basically fuelling each other, although the mention of the Monegasque has your alarms blaring “Wait, why Charles?” 

"Oh, Daniel too?” Lewis highlights the McLaren’s driver name with a chuckle, completely ignoring your question “And Carlos... well, I’m not surprised about that one, after that...  effusive celebration” 

You give his leg a playful slap, pretending to be exasperated by the teasing. You know the journalists are going to have a field day with your hug in front of the podium. You’ve already seen a few of those photos making the rounds on social media. But it really doesn’t matter. The press can speculate about a relationship between you and Carlos, or any little interaction between you and the rest of the drivers, the truth is far less dramatic. 

Following in on his joke you mention the only driver who has been left out, “Not Lando?” 

“Maybe, who knows?” he throws the question out into the universe, his eyes steady on yours. 

Neither the universe nor you offer him an answer, only crossing your arms and letting out an exaggerated sign. Honestly, it is more of an excuse to scan the balcony’s guests, taking in their scattered forms and quiet conversations. 

Sensing the lull in the conversation, Lewis offers you a sip from his drink. You eye the glass, considering whether to indulge in another round. The couple drinks you already had still swirling around in your head, a lingering attempt to calm your social anxiety. With a slight nod, you accept the glass and take a tentative sip. The cold liquid burns its way down your throat, a sensation that makes you scrunch your nose in distaste. You promptly hand the glass back to Lewis, casting him a puzzled glance. 

What’s in there? It’s the embodiment of a poisoned peace offering. The taste lingers unpleasantly, settling heavily in your stomach. 

The British man watches with an amused smirk, barely concealing it as finish what’s left of the drink himself, finally setting the empty glass on the coffee table with a soft clink. He turns back to you, his expression now more composed, and says softly, “If you’re worried about the press, we can always give it a rest for a while. It’s fine by me” 

Although you try to conceal your reaction to the proposed solution, even Lewis is surprised at the way your eyes shot up to his. The idea of purposely avoiding each other during race events seemingly a tough compromise in that moment. Despite your growing familiarity with the chaotic world of Formula 1—two months of navigating this madness have certainly made an impact—Lewis has been a constant source of comfort amid the frenzy, a steady anchor for your sanity. 

“I mean...” you clasp your hands over your lap, nodding along to the plan, although a bit disoriented “Yeah, sure, whatever you think is best” 

Lewis catches your hesitation, reading the unease on your face. His expression softens as he opens his mouth to speak, a thousand unspoken words hanging in the air. But before he can say anything, his attention shifts to something behind you. 

“What are you doing out here?” the familiar question comes before strong arms wrapping around you in a warm hug from behind the sofa. The voice, laced with genuine happiness, whispers into your ear “I’m so happy you’ve come,” making a pleasant shiver run down your spine. 

You lean against Carlos’s shoulder, melting into his embrace as best you can with your arms pinned beneath his. The sweet scent of his cologne and the faint hint of alcohol mix in the chilly air, intensifying the comforting warmth. 

“I was chilling for a bit” you reply as he pulls away. You offer Lando a wave when he appears behind Carlos’ figure. They both sit at the sofa by your right, the older one placing his drink on the glass table, and you let out a tired sigh “I don’t know how you guys do this. I’m exhausted.” 

It is a miracle that you are still awake and attentive at this hour, let alone engaged in conversation. Normally, you’d be out like a light by now. The physical and mental demands of a Grand Prix weekend usually leave you running on fumes, barely making it through airport security as Nick guides you to the next spot on the calendar. And yet, these men —who have actually spent almost two hours driving at breakneck speeds in a state of extreme focus— can seamlessly transition to partying all night, just hours after the race. 

“I’m fine actually” Lewis instantly assures, with a shrug, leaning back into the sofa. His playful tone not fully registering until you hear Lando’s laugh. 

It has not been the best of days for the British driver. Afterall, the nasty collision that sent his car flying at the first corner, forcing him to retire after just two laps. The incident plays on a loop in your mind, the memory of his car flying across the air still vivid. You reach over and squeeze his hand. “That was scary,” you admit, the concern in your voice unmistakable. 

Lewis grimaces, an exasperated sigh rolling out of him. 

“Careful what you say, Lewis,” Lando snickers, glancing between you and Carlos with a mischievous grin. “We’re in an Alonso slander-free zone here.” 

Carlos shoves Lando playfully to the side, and you are quick to interject, your voice a touch louder than needed. “Yes, we sure are!” you assert, refusing to let anyone criticize the Spaniard. Especially when you, with your limited but growing F1 knowledge, are certain the collision wasn’t at all his fault. “And you are one to talk anyway, we’re not in a Lando slum-, what was it? well, whatever-you-said free zone...” 

Alright, your English is beginning to falter. Not a good sign. 

The implications of your jab seem to strike a chord in the younger man, who abruptly incorporates himself in the sofa, curls bouncing over his head with the motion. He clasps his hands together and leans over his knees, ready to argue his case “Oh, really? Let’s talk about it, then” 

You’re equally eager to dive into the debate, fuelled by a mix of liquid courage and post-race indignation, he almost smashed his car into yours mid-race. You have not suffered through a two-hour post-race debrief for nothing “Well, first of-” 

Eyes wide, hands frozen in the air, you hear it—a familiar beat filtering through the club’s glass door. “Oh!” The word slips out as a huge grin spreads across your face. You recognize the opening notes immediately, and your gaze darts to Carlos. “Gasolina, ¡Carlos! ¡Gasolina! ¡No me lo creo!” 

You leap off the sofa, excitement bubbling over as the music pulses from inside the club —though you feel a tad bit lightheaded. Your sudden movement draws the attention of nearly everyone on the balcony. Realizing this, you offer a sheepish smile and a quick wave in apology before lowering your voice. “C’mon, let’s go inside,” you urge Carlos, practically bouncing on your heels. The thought of dancing to the iconic song fills you with a giddy anticipation. 

But the man doesn’t move. Instead, he stares at you with a bemused expression and groans, “I just came out here!” 

Your enthusiasm wavers as you glance between him and the door, a pout forming on your lips. You really want to head inside, to lose yourself in the music for a while, but the idea of going alone feels daunting. You have had enough encounters with strangers claiming to know you for tonight. Maybe Carlos’ presence would act as a deterrence, or at least steal all the attention. Plus, you simply want to enjoy the song in the Ferrari driver’s company. 

The excitement slowly dies when you watch him pull a tired grimace, the strain from the day probably catching up to him once the adrenaline was finally wearing off. 

With a tilt of your head, you ask one final time, “No?” Your voice is softer now, tinged with a hint of defeat as you begin to turn back towards your seat. 

Just before you can sit back down, Carlos reaches out and grabs your hand, prompting you to help him get up from the sofa. He rises with a slow stretch, shaking his head with a resigned chuckle. “I don’t even like dancing” he complains, though his grip is firm and reassuring as he stands beside you. 

You beam up at him, grateful for his company. You gesture to Lando and Lewis, inviting them to join, the mix of alcohol and excitement making your nerves tingle. Yet, although they both seem entertained by your enthusiasm, they decline your offer as quick as you extend it. 

With a shrug, you turn back to the club entrance, Carlos following reluctantly. His light-hearted complaints become background noise as you bob your head to the rhythm of the song. “Por fin ponen una buena y tú... (They finally play a good one and you...)” you tease him, but suddenly feel a tug on your hand. 

You look back at the driver, confused by what made him come to such a sudden halt, and find him greeting someone. Well, not just someone. 

“Charles!” you exclaim, quickly leaning in to hug him, your hand still linked with Carlos’s. 

The man’s face brightens with a warm smile. “How are you? Haven’t seen you all night.” His light eyes sparkle as they meet yours, but there’s a flicker of curiosity as they glance at the linked hands between you and Carlos. 

“I’m fine! We’re going in ‘cause I love the song, want to come with?” you hastily explain, the rhythm of the song already arriving to the chorus fuelling your eagerness and not mixing well with your foggy brain. 

His smile wavers slightly, gaze bounces between you and Carlos as he finally decides that “No, it’s alright. I’m going to cool off for a bit. You guys have fun.”. 

Charles watches you disappear into the flashing lights and thumping music, turning back toward the dimly lit terrace. The night now feeling just a touch colder. 

Author's note: I was missing writing so much, hope you liked it. Thank you all so much for reading, any kind of interaction is greatly appreciated!

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I haven't seen it yet but full hc for the m6 with an MC on the ADHD spectrum

The Arcana HCs: M6 with an MC who has ADHD

~ @themushroomgoesyeet hope you like these! I'm writing half from personal experience, half from what I've read and heard. Please let me know if there's anything that need correcting! ~

Julian

ADHD is a less familiar subject for him, if only because his areas of specialty so far have been contagious diseases and battle wounds

He's also not really one to judge you for difficulty keeping a sleep schedule, self-medicating with caffeine, or spending days on end obsessively learning everything you can about a specific subject

What's abundantly clear to him, though, is that you do not deserve to live with the guilt that comes from your own brain hijacking every commitment and interest that it doesn't prioritize

He knows what it's like to feel guilty for something that wasn't your fault, and he doesn't like seeing you live with it

The way he sees it, he's even more to blame for his shortcomings than you are, because you're actively working against your own brain and he's just ... sad (you'll have to tell him that this is not true)

This is going to become one of those shared challenges you tackle together as a couple

He'll write down all the bad effects of too much caffeine to motivate him to reduce your combined intake

You remind him to go to bed with you at a decent hour and call it "poetry time" instead of "bedtime" to trick both of your brains into not thinking of it as the end of the day

Asra

They love you. They love you so much. They never, ever want to get in the way of your preferences and vision

He enables you maaaybe a little more than he should

Staying up late is a great idea! Spending the entire day on your current fixation with no break to go outside or talk to people? Hey, don't let them ruin your fun ~

Thankfully, he cares about you far too much to leave you to engage in anything genuinely self destructive

Once the amount of caffeine you've consumed goes from "inadvisable" to "concerning," once your sleep schedule goes from "not ideal" to "dysfunctional", they'll step in in the gentlest way

Another cup of coffee? Let him get you some soothing tea. Another all-nighter? Snuggle him first, let him help you meditate a bit and see if you don't get drowsy

Nobody can combat executive dysfunction like this magician

All it takes is them feeling the slowly building dread through your bond, and they're lovingly poofing you off of the couch/floor/counter and into a very ticklish hug

His lifestyle is heavily ADHD coded as it is. He remains completely unfazed by the roller coaster that your brain can be

Nadia

To her, you are the best possible version of her opposite

She has a hard time changing between trains of thought. You reboot yours every time you walk through a door!

She sometimes forgets to slow down and appreciate the small things in favor of the bigger picture. You, on the other hand, are constantly pausing to notice them

And don't get her started on how much she admires your capacity to learn so much specialized knowledge in such a short period of time. It's truly astonishing and she adores it

However, she can tell that leaving it unchecked and untreated will make it difficult for you to function in the Palace's normal setup, much less follow regular routines

Quick to find a specialist in your condition and set up a few sessions with them, coming up with ways to work with your diagnoses and exploring medication options that you like

Insanely good at helping you keep your mind on track and regulate your attention and focus levels, even when it means pulling you away from a task that's about to eat up half your day

Likes to idly study the chaotic way you manage your personal spaces and try to figure out what the method to the madness is

Muriel

What, you think he's not used to living with a chaotic being that'll start three projects in a row before randomly walking out and not reappearing for several hours? Please.

Truthfully, there are some small things that annoy him. He likes predictability, and your base state of functioning is taking the next random tangent. That's not easy to not worry about

However, he knows that living with him takes plenty of patience as well. As long as you two can be patient with each other's quirks, and respectful when you lovingly intervene, that's what matters

He still loves hearing you ramble

He likes watching your eyes light up, listening to the excited lilt of your voice as you infodump all the new specialized knowledge you've gobbled up

That aside, he does love learning. Each of your new fixations is a new field of education for him by proxy

He's also someone who thrives on habit and routine and isn't afraid to put his foot down when your wellbeing is involved

He will scoop you up in his arms and lovingly carry you to bed when the bags under your eyes get too prominent and you start to nod off mid-sentence

Portia

Portia looks at you like you hung the moon. Portia thinks that every magical thing you do is mind-blowingly amazing. Portia assumes that all of your little quirks and non-habits are just you being you

Hey, if finding one specific food and eating it and only it for days on end is something you want to do, cool! Maybe it's secretly satisfying some magician's craving!

You're going to think about one thing and one thing only and learn everything there is to know about that thing? That's some badass scholarly behavior right there.

Well - except for the part where you forget something exists as soon as it's not in your hand anymore, or where time really does seem like a social construct, or where you somehow get physically and mentally stuck in one spot without being able to move

That looks ... miserable

Nobody can manage chaos like she can. She'll help you snap out of it, she'll remind you to eat and sleep and take your meds, she'll regularly ask when last you went outside or took a bath

And when you mess up - when you miss an event, or fall behind schedule, or leave things to pile up until they're too much - she'll be right next to you with an encouraging smile and plenty of grace

Lucio

This works either really well or really poorly, depending on the day, how he's doing, how you're doing, what you're both supposed to be doing, what the weather's like ...

It's unpredictable, but that's the fun of it!

Much of the time, your strong points support each other. There are few feelings Lucio hates more than boredom, but with a brain like yours around, there's always something new to try or think about

Few things cause the kind of bone-deep discouragement and guilt that constantly missing things does, but nobody values the importance of trying again like he does

On the other hand, sometimes you accidentally enable each other

Lucio's still learning the self-regulation involved with choosing to do something unpleasant and important over doing something enjoyable and completely useless

And if your brain decides that said pleasant thing is the only thing it's going to function for, well, not getting sidetracked is almost impossible. Good luck to you both

Thankfully, you both have a lifestyle that allows for unusual schedules and working styles. As long as you have each other to keep trying growing, you'll never get stuck for long

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Writing Advice: Spicy Mundanity

In writing, it is essential to provide just enough information to build a picture in a reader's mind, but not to bore them. Let's look at one specific area where some writers fall short: providing too much mechanical description.

Here, we'll look at three different examples of how you can set the same scene, then dissect why the fixed passages are better.

Adam the First silenced his alarm clock, got up out of bed, and walked to the door. He opened the door and walked down the hallway to the bathroom. He undressed and then reached out to turn the handle of the shower. The shower started, and he pulled the curtain aside. Then he realized he needed to pee, so he lifted the toilet seat and urinated. Then he got in the shower. Then he picked up a bar of soap.

Unless you are writing this for extraterrestrials, most people are going to know what it's like to get out of bed and go to the bathroom to turn on the shower, then realize your bladder is bursting and have to pee first.

This sounds so mechanical, almost robotic; it tells us nothing about how these actions made him feel.

Was he late? Was this done in a rush? Is this his day off so he's going slow, really luxuriating in the feeling?

So, let's fix this in two different ways and try them on for size.

Adam the Second rolled out of bed with a resounding smack as his alarm truncated his dream about his ex. Groaning, he swiped the screaming clock off the nightstand, shattering the screen into plasticine trash. Whatever. A problem for later. Rubbing his eyes, he stumbled into the bathroom and yanked the shower on, then felt the familiar tingle in his bladder. First things first, he supposed. The shower was fast and unsatisfying, barely enough time to lather his hair. If he was late for his job at Widget Technologies one more time, he'd be toast. And homeless too.

This version tells us a lot more about Adam: he's not a morning person, he's got a bit of an attitude, and he's chronically late for work, to the point where he might lose his job. Oh, and he's still got the hots for his ex. We didn't need to linger on every single part of his morning routine; we swapped out some more interesting actions for the pedestrian "opening the door and turning on the shower" etc.

Now let's try something different that takes Adam in a whole other direction entirely.

Adam the Third most felt his age in the morning. The crawl to the alarm clock felt agonizing; his rusty joints creaked while he reached for the tiny button at the center that would silence the buzzing bells. It'd be easier to relocate the alarm clock to his side of the bed, but that seemed too final. Besides, this routine reminded him, morning after morning, that his wife wasn't here. Just in case he forgot. Putting his medication in the bathroom had also been a trick recommended by his therapist: forcing him to attend to his hygiene rather than lying in bed all day. He groaned as he massaged his back and began the slow journey toward his diuretics, then the interminable wait until his bladder remembered its purpose. Hopefully his daughter had brought more shampoo as she promised to, though he had his doubts.

Here we have an entirely different Adam: a man missing his wife, suffering from multiple ailments (including a bit of depression). It appears he might be dealing with early-onset dementia as well. We can also assume that he lives alone but relies on his daughter to bring him things. It seems she might be a bit flakey.

Even the old-school alarm clock tells us that we are not dealing with a youthful character, but someone stuck in an old time, trying to reorient his routine to a new reality.

All these passages deal with the exact same actions: getting out of bed, going to the bathroom, and taking a shower. However, the last two provide us with far more character details while removing extraneous actions that the reader can assume.

So, let's look at some golden rules of how to turn boring, mechanical passages into something more vibrant and character-driven.

Assume your reader is intelligent

You might be wondering what this has to do with anything, but let me explain.

Writers often feel that they need to spell everything out for their reader because everyone but them is a total moron and can't determine the sequence of everyday actions.

Your readers are not dumb. It is not just boring to write like Adam the First - it's also insulting.

Please give your readers credit. Expect them to understand what you are trying to say when you discuss mundane activities.

When you write with the assumption that your readers are intelligent people, you are more willing to gloss over stupid details they don't need, and you can get to the meat of the action faster.

Remove implied action

If someone was sitting on the bed and then they are walking toward the dresser, we can assume that they got up. We only need to say they got up if there is a particular way they did so which could be assumed as important.

Adam 2 literally rolled out of bed onto the floor and then "stumbled" toward the bathroom. We can imagine a very inelegant rising but don't actually have to show that.

Adam 3 massaged his back and then "began the slow journey." We can assume that he got up very carefully, maybe groaning a bit as he did so, but we don't need to explain that in excruciating detail; it's implied.

We can also assume the peeing part in both passages. Adam 2 thought "first things first" about his bladder, and then was in the shower. We get the point.

Adam 3 was talking about how he's going to be straining on the toilet for a while until his diuretics kick in, and then about how he hopes his daughter brought shampoo, so we can tell that he's going to pee and then shower.

Use active verbs

Yes, sometimes someone just opens a door and there's nothing special about it. Why are you showing that to us? We don't get much from it.

Just have them reach the door and then pass through it without explaining. No one will assume they are teleporting.

Unless you're writing something that does have teleportation, but then I'd imagine you would take more time to explain why they'd teleport through a door, such as it being locked with a key they don't have.

Specific verbs are far more interesting - and more insightful - than simple, mechanical ones. Consider all the possible ways to open a door here:

Griselda flung the door open, screaming like a wildcat. "Give me my goddamn money!"

Jiggling the handle, Imogene heard dead silence on the other side. With shaking fingers, she inched the door open, closing her eyes for fear of what she would see.

A sprinting Paul slammed into the door, groaned, then fumbled for the handle before tripping inside.

Vera clutched the polished pewter handle, hands slick with nervous sweat, and twisted it in a hard but controlled motion. She threw her shoulders back to appear more confident and slid past the doorplate, which probably cost more than her whole house.

In the last two examples, there's something important about the way they held the door handle, so we show that. In the first two examples, we don't really need to see how they gripped the handle, so we don't show it.

Add interiority

The passages about Adam 2 and Adam 3 are more interesting because we are getting character development through these passages. Even though each one is a very boring scene of someone going about their morning routine, they feel like different people, because they are.

Adam 1 could be literally anyone on the planet named Adam, but Adam 2 and Adam 3 are clearly a specific person because they feel differently about the exact same routine, and they do it a little differently too.

Adam 2 comes out of the gate snarling; he's in a bad mood and worrying about his job. Adam 3 is grief-stricken; every single thing reminds him of his dead wife, even the alarm clock.

I write primarily in third person limited POV, which gives a lot of room for character development, but you can do these same things in first person and third person omniscient if you so choose.

To develop interiority, think about how your character feels and their overall life circumstances. Someone about to get married to the love of their life will spring out of bed, excitedly ticking through all the things they need to do before their wedding; we don't even need to show the actions because they're telling us what they will do.

Someone about to get married to a suitor they hate is going to slump out of bed, dreading every movement and dragging it out as long as possible. We will hear the resentment as their alarm clock goes off and their grumbled complaints about the shower being cold. This tells us a lot about their mood and their expectations for their day.

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Not just a flower child huh ? (Logan howlett x reader ) part 8

summary : when it all went right to oh so bad and now it was a race against the clock for them all as a risk taker visits the school .

warning : fluffy and angsty ball of fun that seems to be the norm for this series . this part will shift to past and present , grammatical errors and spelling mistakes

previous part

Once again she was facing the metal bars , ones she was all to accustomed to only the device around her neck stop her fighting back , she should of known it was a trap , seeing them there  that day , she should of known it was just another ploy to get her back to where she started. The location was new , it was different the mold and damp hadn’t set in yet but all she was staring at was the metal bars not the fact they all stood in the room , watching her like she was an exhibit at the zoo and yet all she could think of how just a week ago she was finally letting it go . finally letting herself into the feeling she thought she wasn’t suppose to have and now it was all gone , he was gone . 

One week ago : 

Just as routine she crept out of her room , her heart slowly down and sweat not so profuse  but yet her hands still shook when she open the door , her steps shill shaky as she walked down the hall . what she didn’t expect was a sudden ball of blue fur and steel at her side making her tired eyes focus . 

“ why are you  hugging me” she murmured feeling the sneeze building at the feeling of hanks fur tickling her nose  then she smelled it making her eyes roll at the sudden affection . “ let me go you stink of alcohol “ she pushed them away . 

“ you are my new friend and you needed some affection” hank grumbled . 

“ you are my baby sister and i wanted to hug you” piotr slurred out . 

“ ok ok thank you big softies go to bed i will hug you when you don’t stink “ she rolled her eyes . 

She walked further to see scott carrying a nearly asleep jean and well storm almost asleep on the stairs  . 

“ what is it xmen go wild tonight ?” she asked walking into the kitchen seeing logan pouring himself a drink . 

“ couple of the kids got into college so they celebrated  , we did call you but you mumbled something about vines and asses if we woke you up” he chuckled . 

“ rings a bell” she hummed remembering a slightly a startled summer rushing out her room . 

She already looked to see the tea she drank normally ready as his own amber liquid cup filled heading to the back door the two walked out she was already a head  taking  the cup from his head before she spit the liquid to her hand  letting the fire hit the wood . 

“ cool trick “ 

“ a good friend of mine told me i’m like a bag of them “ she winked . 

“ smart friend seems to know  his stuff huh “  this was a new grin almost flirty the way his eyes danced along her features . 

“ he’s ok i guess” she shrugged playful. 

“ just alright?” he nudged her arm . 

“  maybe a little more than alright he is one of my favorite people but don’t tell him might go to his head” 

“ can’t have that can we well i think this alright guy thinks your alright or a little alright too “ he smiled only feel her hand in his the vast difference in size and yet it fit perfectly like a puzzle piece . 

“ thanks you for making me feel like a person “ she almost whispered as she stared up at the sky watching the beauty of the stars above while logan watched the beauty of  the woman at his side .  her eyes widened as she saw it the white fleck falling down floating out of the sky something she barely even remembered at first then suddenly it was like a flash she was on her feet like a child like wonder and curiosity on her face as it fell to the palm of her hand melted away . 

“ i remember this “ she smiled softly . 

“ snow? “ he filled in the blank a fond smile on his face. 

“ snow… it been along time since i seen it “ she giggled almost taking off to get more of it ,  her laughs and giggles almost echoed throughout the grounds of the school and it came down a bit heavier yet she was spinning in circle watching it fall to the ground. The way it was slowly like a blanket across the grass  she  was almost in awe of it  not almost it was  a beautiful sight one he wanted to burn in his memory for rest of his life .  he was a goner before and completely gone now watching how she almost danced around with the snow, something Piotr said earlier it was her favorite thing as child , everyone would be so miserable but y/n would dance and play with the snow  no matter how cold it go she found a way to be her . he felt a presence watching actually a few when he turned to see the man himself and the professor standing also smiling at the sight before them . 

“ i’m glad i didn’t miss this “  was all her brother said . 

“ guess you’ll take the car tomorrow… use the key please” professor chuckled handing logan a coat  for her and yet neither of them wanted to disrupt the show , the moment of her getting to be her after so long of captivity . 

She awoke to the sounds of laughter and happiness almost buzzing from the outside , the sound of children being children a smile laced on her face before her eyes even open . 

 only for a knock to send her flying out of the bed and hitting the floor instantly while she let out a little “ come in “ . jean stood head tilted looking down at the floor while bub stretched out on the bed a  meow to let them now he was awake and another to let them know he was well awake and attention on him . 

“ i was told to bring you a coat and scarf “ jean smiled placing them on the desk and heading straight for the fluff ball now demanding attention . “ i’ll be happy to watch bub  for the day “ she added walking out before y/n could even register what was going on . 

“ she stole my kitty” her head tilted as she groaned getting off the ground ready  to well get ready for her day knowing she wanted to see more of central park  which now would be covered in snow with the man that made her heart well do weird things , quickly dressing as she grabbed the scarf and coat on for rogue to pull her back into the room . 

“ nah out of those” she mused heading to the closet instantly pulling out a whole new  outfit  . consisted of a black turtle neck dress , tights and boots . 

“ you can thank me later “ was all the woman said sitting on the bed looking through the books that sat on the desk .  her eyes almost popping out of her head when y/n reemerged  dressed once more, “ shit you look amazing “ she smiled coming behind the woman pulling her hair out of the ponytail letting it fall naturally down   then handing her the coat and scarf . 

“ you all dress me like a doll” y/n chuckled remembering storm and jean when she first came . 

“ well your as beautiful as one now come one breakfast time” she giggled as two heading down the hall . the moment she walked into the dinning room  the noise of metal hitting the table as she looked to see all eyes on her . 

“ wow look at you” bobby smiled as rogue held his hand . 

“ it’s bad” she asked looking down at her clothes . 

“ you look hot “ storm winked . 

“ can’t believe she going on date with logan “ another she’d know as “ pyro “  although he didn’t make fire like she did it was confusing. 

“ come on dear eat” professor smiled . “ you look radiant” he added as her cheeks reddened only feel.  When she looked up like it was  second nature  her eyes  already locking with his until she say her brother standing in the way hand on his hips . 

“ what are you intentions with my little sister?” he asked sternly as she jumped from her spot. 

“ maybe we eat at the park” she laughed nervously as she pulled him by the hand only for her brother to move yet he hit the floor instead. 

“ man she makes those things strong” scott chuckled seeing the vines wrapped around Piotr ankles . 

She could barely look at the man her eyes locked out the window watching the passing scene just as beautiful under the white blanket  , even the city was beautiful and yet all her mind could conjure and think of was a date. “ is it a date.. Why would it be a date”  she thought not realizing her face was showing what her mind didn’t .

“ what’s going on in that pretty head of yours” he chuckled as her head shot in his direction and fact he was holding her hand. 

“ DATE “ She almost yelled . “ is this date?” she asked cursing herself for the well nervous squeak

“ about time you realized” he chuckled squeezing her hand softly but not one separating them  even when he was changing his gears he still found away around of it . “ that a problem? “ he asked already knowing it wasn’t  from the way he could sense her body language almost relax in a way but he could tell she was nervous hell he was nervous but hey wasn’t every new start like that. 

“ ok date … was the last time a date too” she asked softly more curious . 

“ sweetheart every night was a date “ he smiled . 

“ we have good dates then “ she smiled more nerves not so prominent as they drove through the city watching the now covered buildings pass , worker salting the roads and clearing the side walk .

 They pulled up to different place she could see the park not too far away as she went to get the door only for him to stop her before getting out of the car and opening it for her , she couldn’t help the little girlish giggle that spilled from her lips  . once again hand in hand as they walked into the almost diner themed place heading straight for the booth  , the waiter although a little too friendly toward her as he handed the menu over til he caught the glare of the man with her. Her eyes widened as she took in all the food. 

“ get whatever you want sweetheart the milkshakes are nice or so i’m told” he smirked 

“ rogue?” she asked 

“ scott actually don’t let him know” he chuckled . “  why rogue?”. 

“ she made me change in to this “ she looked down . “ its comfortable  i like it “ . 

“ you look beautiful but then again you always do  and if you read my mind you would of known that along time ago “ he winked making her eyes widen . 

“ not that i would do such a thing but what else would i find if i did” she asked softly almost shy to even utter the words, biting her lower lip almost to afraid to utter another word . 

“ that every time you do that make me want to do something else but i’m doing a new thing of being a gentlemen and waiting for the right time “ he whispered just in time for waiter come back.  “ yeah i’d like pancakes , extra bacon and a black coffee thank … sweetheart?” he smirked as her mouth fell open to his previous words . 

“ same .. milkshake chocolate” she barely even spared the waiter a look to his disappointment . “ what the thing ?” she asked almost leaning over. 

“ just have to wait for right moment to find out “ . 

Present :  

How she could go back just a few days , stop it all from unfolding now  how she wasn’t now looking into the eyes of smug bastard. The cat who got the cream look on his face god she wished so much to wipe it off his face . the monster she knew like the back of her hand , a sneaky weasel of a man if she could even call him a man when he got others to do her dirty work . 

“ don’t take it personal” was all she heard her father call out as they  walked out bag of cash in hand once more they sold her out .

“ i hope one day you die screaming in pain and you wonder why it is happening think of me the child you sold to the wolves twice “ she spat . 

“ well if you stayed the last time it wouldn’t happen now would it” her mother cackled . 

“ they will find me and get me out when they do no money will save you “ she gritted feeling the start of the shocks coursing through her body. 

“ enough talking we have so much to do my little bunny” stryker snicker watched as she convulsed before slumping over in the chair she sat. 

“ your not afraid of her power?” her father asked . 

“ that collar makes sure its not a problem  , now leave before i take my generosity back she is right you both are repulsive” he snickered watching as they rushed out only to hear them yelling and cursing before the guns went off and the money  brought in as they dragged her mother in . 

“ this one is hiding something the other is dead” the guard spoke as they watched the wounds heal . 

“ guess we got two test subject” stryker shrugged.  “ collar her and tie her down sure they can catch up later. 

He felt sick  , angry no he was almost a blinding rage he was so close to getting her out and yet he was so far all in the same , he couldn’t protect her and now she was gone back to a place he’d promised she would never return to . logan was done  , he was going to get her back no matter what it took , show them the animal they so thought he was . 

“ we need to be smart and we need to think of this clearly”professor spoke up although it seem as the words were clearly targeted . 

“ a week she’s in that hell hole a week , it like your doing nothing” he growled . 

“ we all  want her back we love her” jean shot back . 

“ then why is she still gone” piotr scoffed. 

“ because stryker is being smart we can’t locate her on cerebro  but the one who can help is currently knocking at the door” charles nodded as they stood waiting watching as they heard them , walking down the hall . 

“ professor this man said he needs to talk to you “ rogue stood at the door   her bare hand ready incase it was need. 

“ i need to speak to y/n but i fears its too late .. if you get my family safe i will help you get her back “ he felt so small as they all stared him down 

“Why should we trust you , what’s from stopping me chopping parts off til you start talking” logan stormed across grabbing the man by the throat as  one of is claw was mere inches from the artery . 

“ because dr. thompson is why we save her in the first place , he risked everything to call me last time so let him go logan “ charles warned. 

“ if you kill me it will be too late  and he will end up killing her if the plan of his doesnt work” dr. thompson almost begged to let him help . 

“ what’s he planning? “ storm asked just as jean gasped 

“ he trying to make her like logan , he going infuse her with adamantium “ she felt the bile rise up in her throat . 

“ that almost killed me” logan finally let him go was like his blood turned to ice and the air knocked out his lungs . 

“ well then start talking “ scott stood hand on his visor .

part 9

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Renegades: The Thin-Mint Job

Ring Ring!

Guard: *Walks up to the front gate of the business compound.* What do you want?

Jaune: *Wearing casual clothing and pulling a red wagon filled with girl scout cookies* Hi there! My little sister is with the Valiant Voyagers, and she would like to ask you a question.

Neo: *Shyly peaks from behind Jaune, with blonde hair and blue eyes matching her “brother”.*

Jaune: Come on Skye, just like we practiced.

Neo: *Steps out in a Girl Scout uniform, holding a poster board.* (Would you like to buy some Voyager Cookies Sir and/or Ma’am?)

Guard: Sorry, this business doesn’t accept door to door sales.

Jaune: Even if it’s for a good cause? You see, the Valiant Voyagers are raising funds for research in congenital heart disease!

Neo: *Flips poster board* (Raising Funds for the Happy Heart Foundation)

Guard: Listen, I’m all for charity, but the boss has a clear policy-

Jaune: Are you sure sir? This charity really means a lot to my sister, you see, *leans in and whispers* She was born with arrhythmia. She's constantly in and out of hospitals.

Neo: *Flips board* ( This donation will help my heart grow big and strong like yours one day.)

Guard: *Sweat drop* J-jeez, I’m sorry to hear that, but I really can’t-

Neo: *Pulls on Jaune’s sleeve with puppy dog eyes, and starts using sign language* (Hey, after we trick this sucker into buying these cookies, you want to go get some milkshakes after this?)

Jaune: *Kneels down to her with a heartfelt expression and starts signing back* I don’t think so, Skye, but don’t worry, I’m sure we’ll sell enough to get you that surgery. (I think I saw a Mister Milkshakes on the way here we can stop at.)

Guard; *Starts holding back sobs* L-Let me go ask the boss.

Neo: *Flips the board* (Tell him it’s $1,000 for 200 boxes.)

~O~O~O~O~O~

Jaune/Neo: *Sitting at Mister Milkshakes after giving the boss the whole same routine again, $1,500 richer.*

Jaune: 300 boxes for the whole building. *Chuckles* Killer touch with the puppy dog eyes, Neo.

Neo: Sipping her milkshake and conjures subtitles Excellent guilt trip with the congenital heart disease. You’ve learned well, you little crook. *Winks*

Jaune: I learn from the best. *Wink* Now all we have to do is wait for enough of the guards and staff to get knocked out by the laced cookies, have Cinder and Adam break in and steal that intel, then anonymously drop it off at the police station.

Neo: *Looks confused then hand signs* (Knocked out? Was I supposed to get roofies or something?)

Jaune: Or whatever other kind of tranquilizers… Wait, what did you think to get for the cookies?

Neo: *Awkwardly sips from her milkshake*

Jaune: NEO, WHAT DID WE PUT IN THOSE COOKIES?!?!

~O~O~O~O~O~

Cinder/Adam/Jaune/Neo: *All in Adam’s truck on the way to the police station as several ambulances drive by on the way to the office compound they were just heisting, sitting in awkward silence.*

Cinder: *Staring out the passenger window looking absolutely embarrassed *

Adam: *Driving, looking unbelievably pissed*

Neo: *Looking perturbed because everyone was on her ass again*

Jaune: … Was it bad?

Adam: FUCKING LAXATIVES!?

Cinder: It was horrible… I’ve never seen anything like it before.

Adam: We tell you to get pills to take out the staff and you decide laxatives are the best thing for the job?! ARE YOU FIVE?!

Neo: *Hand signs some expletives towards Adam*

Jaune: I’m not repeating that.

Cinder: The restrooms were a disaster… The way they went at each other to get to the stalls was like rats on a sinking ship.

Adam: *Snarls* Do you know how good a bull’s smell is? They can smell up to six miles, Neo! I can still smell them from here!!

Neo: *Conjures subtitles on the dash* Well it still worked didn’t it?! You got the intel without anyone trying to stop you!

Cinder: Not a single one of them raised a hand to stop us, some of them even begged us to put them out of their misery. There probably wasn’t a single office plant that went unsoiled in that building.

Adam: GODDAMNIT I think it’s on my boot!! *Smacks steering wheel in rage*

Jaune: *Face in hands from guilt for suggesting cookies*

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Clone of Mischief: Spider Trio x Loki Clone child reader part 6.

9:00AM:

Your eyes fluttered open from the rays of sunlight peaking from your curtains. You smelled the aroma of pancakes making your tummy growl.

You threw off your green comforter and fixed the bed, you walked to your drawers and pulled out black overalls with green trim, a grey T-shirt, black knee high ripped stockings and green sneakers and walked into the bathroom to do your routine.

After bathing, brushing your teeth and hair you walked over to Jolly who is sleeping on one of your pillows "wake up Jolly it's time for breakfast." you said as she shoots up at the mention of food "FOOD." she screams and flies out of the room leaving you with the anime surprised face.

You went to the living room to see everyone (including Jolly who is stuffing her face) except Peter, MJ, and Ned having breakfast "where are big brothers Peter and Ned and big sister MJ?" The Avengers are shocked to hear you call the spider trio that but they brushed it off "Reindeer games Jr is right, where are those three? it's 9:00 o:clock and they are going to be- Ohhh speaking of the devils."  Tony said seeing the spider trio ready for school, "sorry we may have overslept." Peter said sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck earning disapproving looks from the avengers "just eat your breakfast." Steve said in a strict tone.

In the afternoon:

You and Jolly are in the living room watching fairy tail while everyone else is doing their own thing but an alarm is blaring as a man with an eyepatch appears on the screen causing you and Jolly to jump in surprise "AVENGERS" he yells as everyone comes into the room, "what is it Furry?" Steve asked "there is a HYDRA base located in Hungary, they have been making prototypes of the winter soldiers." Furry said "we are on it Furry. AVENGERS ASSEMBLE!" Steve said then everyone (except you) went to suit up.

A few minutes later everyone came back suited up "Wait, who's going to stay with Y/N and Jolly?" Loki asked everyone was now looking at you "it wouldn't hurt to leave them alone I mean the spider trio gets out of school in a bit anyways." Clint said earning nodes from everyone "but just to make sure they do come home and don't try to sneak off to patrol, FRIDAY ACTIVATE GROUNDED MODE FOR THE SPIDERS AND BABYSITTER MODE FOR Y/N!" Tony said with a proud smirk "Yes Mr Starks." Friday said. "Darling we have to go on a mission, your job is to make sure the spiderlings get here since they're grounded, FRIDAY we'll be on so you can ask her for anything." Your father/clone said then Tony butted in "and I had her ordered pizza for lunch, here is the money to pay." you and Jolly shouted up at the mention of your favorite food "PIZZA." making the avenger's chuckle.

A few minutes later:

You and Jolly sit on the couch to continue watching Fairy tail until you heard Friday say "Miss Lokidottir, the pizza is here and the spiderlings are on their way." you smiled and said "thank you Mrs Friday." You said walking down with the money Tony gave you to pay for the pizza but while walking you see men cornering the poor pizza guy "JOLLY DO YOUR TRICK" you said as Jolly zoomed into your necklace and you began transforming into Kid trickster.

After transforming you ran out and shouted "leave that citizen alone meanies." you say making the men turn "KIDS TRICKSTER." they all shouted the burglars in fear but the pizza guy in awe.

You took out the pink silly string to stick the burglars to the ground and used the old colorful hankies trick to tie them up.

After you took care of the burglar the pizza guy began thanking you with excitement "Thank you kid trickster." He said making you smiled "no problem citizen." you said happily signing his notepad and run behind the building to the back door "Jolly no tricks." as you say this Jolly came out of the necklace and said "let's get the pizza." you walked to the pizza guy and gave him the money "thank you have a good night." you said "wow a hundred dollars this is the best day of my life." you smiled and went back into the tower.

In the avengers floor:

Once you came into the tower you saw that the spider trio were there “Oh pizza.” Ned said as he took the box while Peter grabbed the Soda and MJ went to get plates then all of you sat around the Tv "You did well on your first solo mission." Peter said happily munching on his slice with MJ and Ned nodding in agreement "normally I don't encourage disobedience but I will let it slide, remember you're all forbidden from leaving the tower unless it's for school in the spider trios case and Miss Lokidottir isn't allowed to do any rescues alone." Friday said making you all groan "I will delete the footage of Mrs Lokidottir taking down the burglars but this is a one time thing." you all nodded "yes Fri" all of you said.

After eating:

You and the spiderlings sat in the living room watching Fairy tail until the news interrupted "the Avengers had just taken down a HYDRA base in Hungary and have taken all of the agents into custody for experimenting on children. What's that? I've just gotten word that kid trickster just saved a pizza man from three of the most wanted burglars and left them in a sticky situation and that the pizza guy got the whole thing on film as well as an autograph from the young hero herself." you all are frozen on the couch "I hope they don't have the news station on the Quinn jet radio." Ned squeaked making you gulp "Dad's going to kill me." you squeaked back "you all are lucky I'm Abel to hack into the jets radio to make it skip the news, again this is a one time thing next time you're facing the consequences of disobedience." you all sighed in relief but jumped at the sound of Peter's yodeling ringtone. "Ohhh man it's Mr Stark. Hey Mr Starks we saw you guys on the news."

As Peter is rambling Tony in his IronDad voice asked "all right what happened?" As the spiderlings struggle to tell excuses you all heard Clint say something that made you pale "Hey Loki, Y/N is definitely your kid." he said as you heard the video the pizza guy recorded of you saving him.

You gulped "We are so dead." you whispered to Jolly in terror "oh you’re not dead or grounded but you are losing your power privileges for a week." Loki said behind you two as he uses his magic to take your powers away but something else happened.

Loki's POV:

As I used my magic to take Y/N's and powers away my daughter became smaller instead of a 10 year old in her place was a baby no more then 2 months old.

By Odin's beard she was cute.

She had a green and silver striped beanie on her head, was wrapped in a green blanket, and sleeping soundly. I gently picked her up and held her to my chest with her head on my shoulder.

As I held my child everyone is looking at Y/N adoringly "Well her files did say she's 2 months old." The bafoon Ned said making everyone and myself give him the 'not the time' look "Too soon?" he asked making me roll my eyes "She's so cute. but is she going to stay like this?” Jolly asked sitting on my shoulder making me look at my little girl who is now awake cooing and making gurgling noises.

As I’m looking at her Thor comes over "Brother maybe you should keep her like this. You could raise her and give her the life she deserves." my brother said for once having a good and mature idea "Point break has a good point. And you can make up for the two months you missed." Stark said as every one agreed on keeping Y/N as a baby "Alright then." I say causing Romanov and Maximoff to squeal in excitement "Fri order a baby crib in silver, some baby formula, clothes, and other things a baby will need!" Starks told Friday "we might as well redecorate her room." Peter said "ohh no you three are watching Y/N! Don't think I didn't know you hacked into Fridays system and disabled grounded mode." As Stark is scolding the spider children I looked down at my little troublemaker and saw her sucking her thumb "Darling please don't do that." I say taking it out and putting in her pacifier before she got fussy.

[bungalowbear]

The Honeys VI

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2k

A/N: After a long time away from this story here is the next chapter. Hope you enjoy!

Series Masterlist

In the several weeks since the start of the school year your life in Wormwood has settled into a good rhythm. The last waves of summer heat lingered, disrupted only by whispers of the early autumn breeze.

Life at the cottage was like a domestic fever dream. You were nervous about sharing the small abode with Bucky, but to your surprise he was a model roommate. You imagined that his time in the military instilled his habit of keeping things neat and orderly. The strict schedule he kept was also no doubt a product of his years not only in the Army, but also his time with S.H.I.E.L.D.

Every morning, Bucky rose before both you and the sun. Even on his days off from work at the garage. He completed his workouts in the backyard, which was more like an open field, where he’d found a large tractor sized tire and some sand bags left behind by the previous tenants. After, he went for a run through town and then ended up back at the cottage right as you finished with your morning shower. It was clockwork. While you prepared breakfast Bucky showered, then you ate together and talked until it was time for him to drive you to work.

You appreciated that your routine at Wormwood Academy was consistent until the first bell of the day. After, there were no guarantees about which turn the school day would take.

Though your position as Fury’s secretary prepared you to expect the unexpected, you could admit that even you were a little rattled the day three of your students returned from lunch with stomachaches. You had just barely picked up the phone on your desk to call the nurse’s office when the screaming started. You looked up and saw your entire class had fled to the edges of the room as three of their peers stayed sitting in their seats with sick on the front of their shirts.

You still shuddered at the memory.

Yes, the day could be unpredictable, but every morning you walked through the front doors and relished the short time to yourself. You passed by the front office, seeing Agatha through the slim vertical window frowning at her computer. You made your way up to the second level of the building and headed to the teacher’s lounge for a cup of tea. You passed by Mara’s open door and bid her a good morning before entering your classroom.

You opened the blinds, the sunlight illuminating the bland walls. Mara said you could decorate, but it’s been nearly one month into the school year and you still struggled with fully embracing your new identity. There was no doubt that you adored your students. But brightening the classroom, creating a haven for them in this drab building, seemed like a cruel trick to play. It might be pretty to look at for a time, but you didn’t know how long the illusion would last.

Bucky said there was a general timeframe for this operation, but there were things even he couldn’t predict. If he had his way Freeman would be exposed and detained before Christmas and the two of you would be back at S.H.I.E.L.D., returning to your old positions. However, with the slow progress you’ve made with Phoebe you had a feeling your stay in Wormwood could stretch into the spring. You knew that frustrated Bucky, when things were out of his control, and you felt the same each day you stepped into your classroom. Bucky wore his duty well and suggested you not dwell so much on what has to be done, that it was affecting your focus. But how could you not? This was your first undercover operation. You couldn’t easily take on the new persona like he could.

You sighed and moved to your desk, dropping your bag onto the edge and began setting up for your lessons for the day. The solitude seemed to you short lived when the bell rang. You greeted your students at the door and managed to herd them to their seats within a few minutes.

The first lesson of the day was reading. You had asked the kids to bring in a book they liked that they would then write a report on. You walked through the rows of desks, approving the grade level appropriate book that each student showed you. For a short time they read to themselves. You were thankful that your class size was small enough that you could visit each of them and asked about their books. When the bell rang for recess, you dismissed your class then sat at your desk.

While the students filed out, you noticed Phoebe walking with her friend Chrys, short for Chrysanthemum, and the former’s crestfallen expression. It was as if Bucky’s hand was on your back, pushing you to speak.

“Phoebe?” you called, watching as both girls stopped in the doorway and turned to look at you.

Phoebe answered in a soft voice, “Yes, Mrs. Honey?”

“Can I talk to you for a moment?”

The girls looked between each other for a brief moment before Chrys promised to wait at the swings. She continued on while Phoebe approached your desk.

“Yes, Mrs. Honey?” she repeated.

“Is everything alright?”

You saw the slight frown for a moment before Phoebe turned it upward in a way meant to convince you she’d perked up. But you spent enough time around Nick Fury to know when you were being deceived.

“Yes, Mrs. Honey.”

Your eyes scanned her face before they flicked over to her desk. Her copy of Charlotte’s Web still sat on top. You had watched her as she read, a frown on her face as she flipped dully from one page to the next.

“I just noticed you didn’t really seem to enjoy the book you picked for your report.”

“I like it.” Phoebe paused. “It’s just…”

You let the silence settle between you, not wanting to pressure her into saying something she didn’t want to. Maybe if you gave her some space she might return to you later with what was on her mind. You were just about to tell her that she could head out to recess and meet Chrys when she suddenly spoke.

“Can I trust you, Mrs. Honey?” Her eyes bounced between yours, searching. “I feel like I can trust you.”

Could she trust you? Wasn’t the whole reason you were assigned to this town, this school, to exploit any information you were given? Again, it was as if you could sense Bucky behind you, an invisible guidance to tell the girl what she wanted to hear.

But you couldn’t bring yourself to speak. Instead you nodded your head.

“I’m not supposed to talk about it,” Phoebe said.

“Talk about what?”

“That I read harder books,” she explained.

“Charlotte’s Web is a perfectly—”

“Not that one.” She interrupted you, not impolitely, then scurried over to her desk. She bent down to open her backpack and took out a worn paperback book. She brought it over to you and dropped it on your desk. Your brows raised at the Russian name printed on the front cover.

“Crime and Punishment?” you asked, bewildered. How fitting, you thought to yourself. “Is this your father’s book?”

“Step-father,” Phoebe corrected. “And no. This is mine. I’m almost finished with it. See?”

She pointed to the blue butterfly bookmark that stuck out from the pages. It was indeed resting near the bottom half of the book.

“I see,” you said.

“I really wanted to choose this for my book report, but I know I’m not allowed. That’s why I was feeling sad earlier.”

Her expression dropped again and you made a quick decision.

“Phoebe.” She looked up at you curiously and you straightened in your chair. “How do you feel about doing two book reports for me?”

“Two?”

“After you finish reading Charlotte’s Web—”

“I already did.”

“Excellent.” You smiled. “Then how about you do one for Crime and Punishment, too?”

“Really?”

You nodded. “You can turn it in at the end of the week, same as the other. I’ll look over it during the weekend and I’ll have them both back to you on Monday. How does that sound?”

Her expression brightened.

“That sounds wonderful.”

🐝

On Saturday morning you and Bucky went garage sale hunting. This activity had become part of your weekend routine, and it was also the perfect cover for reconnaissance on the townspeople of Wormwood.

The night before, Bucky had been hunched over the local newspaper at the kitchen table. He was always very calculated when choosing the week’s target. A couple notable garage sales you’d been to so far were the Sheriff’s ex-wife’s and the head of Wormwood Academy’s PTA. This week you would be going to see Mrs. Burns, the librarian of the public library.

Unlike the previous garage sales you’d been to where you had a better chance at connecting with the targets, you both decided that Bucky would take point today. He assured you, reluctantly, that older people loved him. You suspected it had to do with shared life experience.

Mrs. Burns was an elderly lady in her late sixties with silver hair and a thin golden chain attached to her glasses. While Bucky spoke with her about the book section of her sale, you wandered off to the edge of the lawn where you spotted a round iron garden table. You traced a finger along the intricate curves of the metalwork. You could envision the table in your garden. On a clear day, sun shining down on you as you wrote your reports or did schoolwork. Breakfast in the mornings with Bucky.

Your daydream was interrupted when you heard Bucky call out to you. With one last look at the table, you walked over and he wrapped his arm around your waist. The action had become so regular that now it was second nature for you to lean into him and snake your arm around him too.

Bucky looked over his shoulder, then back to Mrs. Burns. “How much for the table, Patty?”

Your brows shot up, not having realized he’d been keeping an eye on you. Or that he’d somehow managed to get on a first name basis with the older woman in a short amount of time. Though you should have known by now that Bucky could be very charming. It was part of what he did for a living after all.

“For you Charles,” Mrs. Burns smiled sweetly at Bucky, “I’ll give it to you for half what I would’ve charged anybody else.”

With a light blush on his cheeks, Bucky paid for the garden table and carried it to the car. Mrs. Burns thanked you both and bid you goodbye. Her hand lingered on Bucky’s arm for a few moments longer before you cleared your throat and she seemed to remember you were there.

“She seems lovely,” you commented while you were in the car on the way back to the cottage.

Bucky sighed, eyes fixed on the road. “She was.”

A few silent seconds passed.

“She’s a little young for you though, don’t you think?” You couldn’t help tease him. “About a thirty year gap between you.”

“Ha ha,” Bucky replied dryly. Though you saw the corners of his mouth turn up slightly.

When you arrived at the cottage, Bucky unloaded the table and carried it past the front gate and into the garden. You found the perfect spot and he set it down without breaking a sweat.

While Bucky spent the rest of the afternoon inside, you sat in your garden while you did your grading. You brought out a chair from the kitchen to use for now until you found one for the garden. Bucky said next weekend he’d double check the newspaper for anyone selling one. But for now you were content with your one chair, cup of tea, and the stack of book reports.

You were pleased with each of your students’ work, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t rushing just a little. You purposely saved both of Phoebe’s for last. The report on Charlotte’s Web was well done. She answered all required questions and provided a grade level appropriate analysis. But when you picked up the report for Crime and Punishment you were not prepared for what you read.

It must have been about an hour later when Bucky appeared behind you saying it was time for lunch. He picked up one of the several pages of Phoebe’s report you’d spread out across the table.

“The kid wrote this?” He sounds impressed.

You nodded, focused on the final page.

“This is—”

“Incredible,” you finished.

Bucky made a noise of agreement.

“It’s immaculate,” you continued. “From her grammar usage, to complex sentence structure, and even her penmanship. She’s making connections through the text that you don’t see until college level studies.”

“She’s very smart.”

“More than smart. She’s…” you paused. “Gifted.”

I do not do taglists. This series will be updated every first Friday of the month.

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When you are in a building, you rarely think of the creatures scuttling around you. When you do notice them, it's time to get rid of them! This article will detail all sorts of tips and tricks to help you empty your building of the nasty things which go bump in the night.

You cannot afford to waste any time once you find out your home is infested. Put your valuable belongings in safe places and call an exterminator as soon as possible. If the exterminator you called cannot come to your home within the next couple of days, keep looking for another available professional.

Make a routine habit of checking the surfaces and areas surrounding your doors and windows. If they are not tight enough, then moisture and rain might seep in through, getting into the frames. This kind of moist wood is adored by termites and draws them in for a meal.

Stink bugs are persistent pests, so focus on your outdoor area to help eradicate the problem. Keep your bushes trimmed and make sure that firewood is stored well away from your home. Thirty feet from the dwelling is appropriate, if you have the space. In addition, the firewood needs to be kept just off the ground (about six inches).

Eliminate pests naturally. Sometimes you don't need to resort to chemicals to control pests. Removing sources of water, food and shelter is one way to get rid of them. This is particularly effective in the case of rodents. If you have pets, don't leave food or water bowls outside, and ensure that you don't have any holes or cracks in the exterior of your home.

Keep your garage, basement or any other work area clean if you do projects at home. Make sure that wood scraps and dusts are regularly swept up, collected and disposed of. Termites are not very big, so they do not need big pieces of wood to come in and start munching.

With your building empty of creatures you don't wish living there, you'll find it's far more enjoyable to be within. Everyone you know will be pleased with the results. Just use the tips from this article and you should have your building cleared out in a short matter of time.

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Can Dogs Eat Mackerel - K9 Basics - Dog Training

How To Start Training Your Own K9 Dog One of the benefits of owning a dog is that you get to watch them grow and learn new things. Whether it’s obediently sitting down when you tell them to or mastering a new trick, dogs are endlessly fascinating creatures. One thing you may not know about dogs is that they are also capable of learning certain tasks, like police work. In this blog post, we will teach you how to start training your own K9 dog so that you can have a loyal companion by your side during dangerous situations. Can Dogs Eat Mackerel What You'll Need If you're new to dog training, there are a few things you'll need in order to get started. Firstly, you'll need some training basics such as commands and potty training tips. Secondly, you'll need a leash and collar, both of which can be purchased at most pet stores. Finally, you'll need some toys that your dog will enjoy playing with – preferably ones that are interactive. How to Train Your Dog One of the best ways to teach your dog new behaviors is through positive reinforcement, or giving your dog what he or she desires in order to encourage desired behavior. Positive reinforcement can be verbal (asking your dog to "sit" or "come") or physical (giving your dog a treat). It is important to use rewards that are appropriate for your pup's age, size, and level of intelligence. Another way to train your dog is using negative reinforcement. This means using a punishment such as removing treats when your dog does not obey a command. The idea is to make sure that the punishment is unpleasant enough so that your dog will avoid repeating the naughty behavior in the future. Negative reinforcement should only be used as a last resort after other methods have failed. The Benefits of Training Your Dog There are many benefits to training your dog. Not only will your pup learn some basic obedience commands, but he or she may also develop loyalty and a strong bond with you. Training can help keep your dog safe, healthy and out of trouble. Here are some of the benefits of teaching your furry friend some manners: 1. Your Dog Will Be Safe If your dog knows how to obey basic commands, he or she will be less likely to become aggressive or destructive in general. This is especially important if you have smaller pets that may get targeted by larger dogs who don't know their limits. Plus, having a well-trained dog can make home life much easier – no more licking doors or stealing food! 2. Your Dog Will Be Healthy Regular obedience training can help keep your pup's weight under control and prevent him or her from developing health problems such as joint pain, obesity and diabetes. Training can also teach dogs how to interact calmly with other people and animals, which is key for keeping them safe on walks and in public settings. 3. You'll Develop A Strong Bond Training is a great way to build a strong relationship with your dog – it teaches communication skills, patience and reliability all while providing hours of fun! If you have an active pup who loves spending time outdoors, obedience training can help keep him or her safe while enjoying the great outdoors together. Conclusion In this article, we are going to show you how to start training your own K9 dog. It is not as difficult as you might think and with a little patience and practice, your K9 will be obedient and well-behaved. Start by establishing basic rules and routines early on, then gradually increase the difficulty of the exercises while always rewarding good behavior. You can also find useful advice on training methods, nutrition for dogs, and more in our comprehensive guide to training your K9 dog.

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I love your writing it's so good!!! Could I have reader having a crush on the boys and giving them a kiss while they think the boys are asleep and confessing their love to them with mikey, chifuyu and the haitani brothers? Im just so soft for those boys!!!

Sleep Tight | Mikey, Chifuyu, Ran, and Rindou

- Confessing to the boys while they're (not really) asleep

genre: 🌸 fluff 🌸

warnings: minor cussing

A/N: Thank you, anon! I really got into writing this one ( ◜‿◝ )♡ Also, I honestly think I need to come up with better titles because it sounds like a word vomit to me LMAO Anyway, I hope you enjoy this!

Mikey (Sano Manjiro)

Life would be nice if you had someone by your side who felt the same way about you.

You already have Mikey by your side, making every day much easier to get by. But does he feel the same way with you?

You practically grew up together with Mikey. Being neighbors with the man, you often come by to play with them as kids- leading to a blooming friendship. Although more often, it was you watching Mikey train in his grandfather’s dojo, where he never fails to amaze you with his tricks. Sometimes, you’ll have sleepovers together with Emma and Mikey where you’ll watch movies with them. Only for Mikey to be sound asleep halfway through the movie.

Growing up, nothing has changed that much with that routine. The only thing that has changed is your growing feelings for Mikey.

You saw the ups and downs in his life. From the time he established Toman to losing Shinichiro, you were there to witness how he would build a castle from the rocks of his downfalls.

So it was no surprise that you find your heart beating much faster when he’s around.

Childish as he is, you can’t deny the fact that Mikey is charismatic, beautiful, and kind. But, you never had the chance to tell him what you feel. Because what if he never saw you the same way?

You looked at Mikey, who’s currently sitting by your side almost half asleep. His head swings from side to side as he struggles on whether he should watch the movie or not.

“Mikey, you always never get to finish our movie nights. You’re no fun.” Emma pouted at his brother as she turned off the television.

“Mhmm, not sleepy.” Mikey turned to look at you then at Emma before leaning on your shoulder. “Just a little.”

Your heart flutters from close contact. “Maybe he’s tired from one of Toman’s meetings.” You turned to look at Emma with a sorry face

Sighing, Emma stepped out of the room as she looked at you, “I’ll get us a blanket, wait here Y/N.”

Your face felt hot as you realized that you were left alone in the room with Mikey. Well, this isn’t unusual for you two but with the strong feelings you have for him, you just can’t help but blush.

You looked at Mikey, his eyelashes seemed a bit longer, making his eyes more beautiful. His lips, although chapped, pouted with the way he’s comfy with you.

“Mikey, can you stop being so pretty? It makes me want to kiss you,” you whispered, thinking that Mikey’s probably dozing off to dreamland.

Mikey opened out one of his eyes to take a peek at you. All the sleepiness vanishing from his body. Did he just hear you right? “Then kiss me, Y/N.”

“Heh? Mikey, you’re awake?” you felt embarrassment creeping into you. “Mikey...I...look, sorry. I-”

Your blabbering mouth was silenced with a peck on the lips. Mikey kissing all your worries away.

“I like you too, Y/N.” He smiled as he leaned closer to you. Your foreheads touching and nose brush against each other.

You felt like you’re on cloud nine. Is this real? Mikey likes you too?

Before you could say anything, the door opened with Emma looking at the two of you weirdly. “Hehhh, am I interrupting something?”

You and Mikey looked at Emma. An embarrassed look on both of your faces as if you were caught red-handed.

Now, there’s a lot of explaining to do.

Chifuyu Matsuno

No matter how many times you try, you always seem to lose.

But who won’t?

With Chifuyu’s angelic smile and kind eyes, your determination to admit your feelings for him always seems to waver. It’s just that your thoughts always fly out the window and anxiousness gets the best of you.

You’ve known Chifuyu for quite some time now. Baji, who’s your cousin, introduced him to you as Toman’s 1st Division Vice-Captain and most trusted partner. Of course, it was only natural for you to be wary of him. Baji might trust him, but he could be some sort of drug dealer or serial killer. Who knows?

You’re wrong though. The more time you spend with Chifuyu, the more you appreciate his presence. How can you not? He always lends you a helping hand whenever you need it. As cliche as it sounds, Chifuyu is like the knight and shining armor in your life.

And now here he is. Once again saving you from another horrible situation.

Chifuyu offered you a ride when he found you drenched from the rain in Shinagawa. Apparently, the weather wouldn’t be pleasant today but you forgot to read the weather forecast. Currently, he brought you to his home for the meantime as the rain wouldn’t be stopping until tomorrow.

“I’ll just text and let Baji-san know that you’ll be staying here.” Chifuyu handed you a blanket as he laid on his futon.

“Thank you, Chifuyu. But I swear it’s okay for me to sleep there. This is your bed anyway.” You said embarrassed.

Chifuyu yawned. Tiredness dropping from his eyes. “It’s alright, Y/N. I can’t let Baji-san’s pretty cousin sleep on the floor.” He smiled at you with a faint blush on his cheeks.

You laid on the bed silently. Blushing from his compliment. Did he just call you beautiful?

You looked at the ceiling for about a good minute before turning to Chifuyu. “Chifuyu-san, I-”

A soft sleeping figure cut you off. The light from the lamp outside reflected on his beautiful features.

You padded off your feet on the floor and sat right next to Chifuyu. Observing him, you notice that he looks prettier when he’s peaceful like this.

You hesitatingly brushed your fingers on his hair. While massaging it, you can’t help but feel overwhelmed by your emotions. “I like you, Chifuyu-san.” You smiled proudly at yourself as you finally got to admit your feelings even though he’s asleep.

However, you noticed that the sleeping figure in front of you stiffened and reddened from your statement. Eyes wide, you held a hand in your mouth.

“Chifuyu-san, are you awake?” You hoped that he wasn’t.

But apparently, he is. “I guess you caught me.” Chifuyu sat up and scratched his head as he smiled at you sheepishly. “That felt nice though.”

“I’m sorry!” You bowed your head, hair hiding your flustered state.

“I like it!” Chifuyu panicked. “I mean, no. I like it. But, I like you too, Y/N-san.”

You laughed. At the same time, feeling extremely happy from what you just had heard.

“I guess we have some explaining to do with Baji-san.” you teased him

“Mhmm. But,” he held your hand and put it into his hair. “Would you continue that?” Chifuyu smiled.

“Of course.” You smiled at him, continuing your hair massages.

Looks like you won this time.

Ran Haitani

You’re no medical expert. The only knowledge you got was based on textbooks and first aid knowledge.

Yet somehow, Ran would always come knocking on your door whenever he has cuts or injuries. Sometimes, even without one, he would come by at your place and complain that his body is painful.

And it’s one of those nights again as you hear a soft knock on the door.

Moving to Roppongi, you were warned about the Haitani brothers. How you must stay away from them because they’re just no good. However, you somehow managed to come across the elder Haitani while you were shopping at a local store when he asked you what hair dye he should use.

This little interaction moved from one way to the other and now, ever since Ran found out where you live, he always comes by to let you heal his “injuries”.

You’re not complaining though. Despite the rumors and warnings, Ran was much more different from what other people say. He may be cocky and teasing, but the beautiful man sure is nice when it comes to you.

Causing you to develop a little crush on him.

You opened the door as you welcomed Ran. “Now, what do we have for tonight?”

Ran stepped in as he walked towards the couch. Laying as if he lives around here. “I got a bump on my forehead.” He pointed out as he pouted at you.

“You have Rindou! And you call yourself notorious but you come here whining like a baby.” you rolled your eyes as you got in the kitchen getting an ice pack for the man.

“Here.” You handed out the ice pack as you stood up in front of him.

“No.” Ran rolled his eyes. “Kiss it, Y/N.” he pouted once again.

“You’re not a baby, Ran. Tch.” you sighed as you sat across him. “Take a nap here and I’ll cook for you when you wake up.”

“Now, wifey material aren’t we.” Ran teased as he closed his eyes. Holding the ice packet against his forehead.

About a good 10 minutes have passed and you never heard another bicker from Ran. As you look at him, the man seems to be sleeping like a log.

You crouched down near him. Observing his features. You must say, he’s quite beautiful and more attractive when less chaotic.

“You’re such a big baby.” Thinking that he’s asleep, you kissed the small bump on his forehead.

As you got up to prepare his late dinner, a hand clutched yours.

You felt your body freeze for a moment as you turned around and saw a bastard smiling cockily.

“Do it again, Y/N.” Ran grinned at you as he held on tighter on your hand. “I’m a big baby but your baby.”

“Let me go!.” your face was beat red as you tried to yank off your hands. Only failing as Ran grabbed your arms causing you to fall on top of him.

“I like you, Y/N” Ran hugged you tightly while you were a blushing mess on top of him. “So let's just stay like this for a while.”

And you did.

Being with Ran isn’t so bad after all.

Rindou Haitani

If there’s one thing you’re proud of, it’s the skill you have for coloring people’s hair.

You like dyeing your hair, your friend’s hair, your cousins, and to just anyone who asks for your help. So it was no surprise when Rindou asked you to help him in doing his highlights.

Of course you can’t say no. Not because he is a Haitani but because you actually like his presence. When you’re around him, everything seems more calm and peaceful.

Despite being a menace around Roppongi, you and Rindou are actually good friends. You’ve known each other when he saved your ass around a group of guys who tried to harass you. And although he was stoic to you at first, he was able to ease up to you because of your caring nature.

After all, you recognized him as Rindou Haitani and not “Ran’s younger brother”. And he appreciated you for it.

So now here you are in their living room. Currently finished in dyeing Rindou’s hair.

“And there you have it. We just have to wait for an hour or so before washing it.” You tidied all the mess up as Ran sat and observed you. “By the way, why won’t you let me dye Ran’s hair?”

He raised an eyebrow upon your question. “Because he can’t have you.” Your eyes widened from his statement. Rindou, realizing what he just said, covered it up with an excuse. “I mean, I want him to dye his own hair and let it look shit. If he wants someone to dye his hair properly, he can go to the salon.”

You laughed at his statement. Well, he can actually crack up jokes once in a while if he loosens up his strict facade. “Oh Rindou, we also need to buy an extra conditioner.”

You looked up and saw the man with closed eyes. Deciding that you don’t want to disturb his sleep, you sat quietly beside him and observed him.

Rindou is already handsome with his glasses. But you realized that he looks much cuter without one.

He just looks good in anything.

You traced the bridge of his nose as you admired his features. “You know what? I actually might have feelings for you.” you muttered softly as you smiled.

“Let’s go out on a date then.” Rindou opened his eyes as he looked at you. Your lips a few inches away from his.

“Rindou!!!” You sat up straight. “I thought you were-”

“Asleep? Well I’m not.” he smiled at you as reached out for your hand. “But I meant it Y/N. I like you, and I want us to go on a date.” Rindou looked at you, hoping for an immediate response.

He does like you. After all, you were the only person who he was able to open up to other than Ran.

“Okay.” You smiled as you brushed your thumb at the top of his hand.

Rindou caressed your cheeks. Leaning in and going for a kiss.

“Ohh. Can I join?” a teasing voice butted in. Causing you two to look at the tall man who’s leaning in the doorframe. “I mean can I join Y/N’s dye party? Just continue that later.”

“Ran, get out!” Rindou shouted as he pointed at the door to his brother.

Well, things quickly escalated with the brothers.

As well as your relationship with Rindou.

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How would yanderes BakuDeku(poly) react to reader being forced to sleep with someone against her will and she turns to them for help

Yandere BakuDeku x reader | Ex Husbands Help Me!!!

⚠️[Warning: Implied mention of sexual assault, pregnancy before marriage, light mention of torture, yandere behavior, stalking, and murder]⚠️h

You weren’t sure how long you sat in the car in the parking lot squeezing your wheel but the sudden rush of the cold and the sound of teeth chattering had you snapping out of it.

“Kazuki. Iruki. Do you have all your stuff?”

“Yes Mama!“

“Why are we here?”

Iruki, always painfully curious. The last thing Iruki was going to let this go, she wanted an explanation. She had picked up on your anxiety the moment you picked them up from kindergarten. She knew Kazuki was just trying to keep the mood up but why?

You ignored her, herding them out the car and tutting them when you did happen to find their prized toys strewn about the backseat. You wanted to turn back around, pick the twins up and hightail it out of there; but you had to do this for your babies. That's what you told yourself as you rang that pristine doorbell of the familiar mansion and when the door opened to see the green haired muscular hero you tried to say the same thing.

“(Y/n)? What's wrong? We don’t get to have them for another two weeks?”

The worried falsetto you used to pour your heart out to in the dead of night almost made you do it again but instead you let the twins barrage his knees with hugs and grabby hands as they greeted him.

“Hi DADDY!” “Hello Dada.”

“Hiii heroes! Have you been good to Mommy? How was your day?”

You only followed with their abandoned luggage when Izuku invited you in with the hand that was still free. The twins began their mission of scaling your ex-husband as they had done many times before, answering their father’s inquiries as they scaled him like a building. You couldn’t help but smile assuring yourself that whatever would happen to you they’d be just fine. You fought back those annoying tears as you started taking out their necessities from the diaper bag. You knew Katsuki would want these scrubbed down right away saying something along the lines of, “I'M NOT HAVING THE GERMS OF ANYOTHER GRUBBY TODDLERS BUT MY OWN!!!”

“Pops!”

“Poprock!”

Speak of the devil. You cringed at your daughter’s sardonic use of her American terminology. You and Izuku both agreed that when she voiced her father’s connection to the candy you both wouldn’t point out that it wasn’t a candy she was calling him but a way to say his title and his descriptor: “Pop Rocks.”

“What are you troublemakers doing here? You didn’t trick Mom with that bull sh-butt routine, right?”

You appreciated the effort to keep things clean. You remember arguing about him censoring himself when the kids came; his rebuttal at the time was, “ the world’s gonna be that way anyway, better for them to handle it sooner!” You remembered it was a common argument throughout your pregnancy.

Your children shifted their focus from climbing their one Dad to climbing the other, giving Izuku the chance to talk under the pretense of helping you wash their dishes. When you felt his figure slide next to yours with a sippy cup in hand you couldn’t deny the heat that ran up your body in embarrassment. As if it wasn’t bad enough he casually brushed your hands against his as he washed the cup. He’s gotten a lot smoother, that's for sure.

“Does this have something to do with your boss?”

So perceptive he knew when you made out of character decisions it often fell to that one person. You had, many times, called either Izuku or Katsuki in a frantic voice to call you at a specific time and fake an emergency or just to come over and check that everything was okay. Even though this time was much worse you were sure you could get off with a partial truth.

Izuku was annoyed. He hated that you were even living so far away but it was the fact that they so often had to be your backup. Not that he didn’t enjoy your dependence on them but the fact you relied on them like a girl does on a bad first date was disturbing. After investigating your boss he found out why you did what you did.

He apparently was the head of an influential name with a fortune bigger than entire countries. This business was nothing but a playground where he poked and prodded at whoever he liked. To make matters worse he had a record of chasing around an employee whether they're receptive or not they’ll go missing, turn up dead, or are often traumatized for life. All within a month. He had been chasing you for six. Izuku during his many stakeouts had gathered enough evidence to incriminate him but the lengths his snakes in the Police Force and in the Hero Association. He realized if the enemy was going to play dirty he had to as well.

He had to thank Katsuki’s observation for your sudden change from ‘I never want to speak to you two again!’ to ‘could you call me at 21:34 on the dot and say that you're stopping by from your patrol.’ His husband had pointed out that you seemed to show off your connection to them as heroes and people who you talk to often. As much as he hoped it was because you secretly wanted to get back together Katsuki pointed out how you were probably using them as an insurance. They both recalled how you had done that often, even in high school, you often planned. Paranoia was a pain but came in handy when you needed it.

“You know if it’s a problem we can help…” He was stepping on eggshells, you were adamant about how independent you were.

“I don’t want your help.” You spoke through gritted teeth, this was the root of your separation. You found out how they did things and it got messy.

“(Y/n) seriously. You can’t quit. We can’t always make it in time. He is closing in and he’s going to do something horrible-”

He realized how much louder he was speaking and how you were trying not to cry out loud. He squeezes on your hands while he turns you; your back facing the opening of the kitchen where Katsuki has both twins hanging on his arms.

“What's wrong with Mama?!”

“Did you hurt my Mami?”

Izuku sweat-dropped at Iruki’s accusation, before looking down at your pleading (e/c) eyes and tear stricken face.

“It's ok,” He smiled his hero smile, ”Mommy was just a little nervous about sharing.”

He hugs you, slotting his mouth past your hair (if you have any) straight into your ear. “Share your problems with us baby, we’re a team, remember?” You were standing still even as he embraced you. You weren’t on board. which was a problem. He and Katsuki wouldn’t be able to execute their plan “For our kids. (Y/n). They need you (Y/n). We need you, baby.” Finally you collapse into him and return his hug. He looks up to Katsuki who gives him a knowing nod and hauls away the twins.

When the twins were sleeping you told your ex-husbands all about the proposal that was made by your boss.

“So the %#@$##@$* is trying to get you to sleep with him?”

“Kacchan!”

“Sorry. The poop-head wanted you at his place three hours ago?”

“...I was supposed to quickly drop them off but you know..”

“We’re gonna handle this babe, don’t worry about it.”

You tightly gripped your mug of (chocolate milk/tea/there is no in between). “You mean you’re going to….kill him?”

“Yeah.”

“Kacchan!”

“What?! You want me to keep beating around the bush? We all know what we have to do.”

“Yeah but you didn’t have to-”

“Are you guys sure this is our only option?”

“Yeah. Don’t worry about it babe, we’ll do this, you move in, and then we can focus on what really matters. Like why were both Iruki and Kazuki suspended from Kindergarten?”

“What?! I thought you pulled them out!”

“No, they apparently did something particularly questionable.”

“Kazuki?”

“Yes, him too.”

“What did they do? Is it something we need to work on? What-”

“According to the principal they both tied up the teacher, locked them in a closet, and broke into their snack cabinet, leading one of the kids to eat food that they were allergic to.”

“What did they eat?”

“Chocolate syrup and some pancake flour. Apparently their teacher has a taste for chocolate pancakes at the beginning of the day.”

“Oh Allmight! They must have gotten it from you, Kacchan, showing off spectacularly but going against the rules.”

“HEY! DON’T ACCUSE ME! BESIDES I NEVER BROKE THE RULES!”

“They may have been trying to do what you guys did when you took down that old LOV gangster. Adding insult to injury I happen to have a bit of a scuffle with their teacher…”

“Oh.”

“HA! My Rascals, I taught them those knots!”

“Kacchan!”

“Kat!”

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When you woke up you could only remember some of what happened. It all came rushing back when you flipped the news on to find your boss had died from a maniacal butler’s murder-suicide. When the kids came running into your room they had explained how they were ‘so excited to have Momma over for their sleepovers’ and that they’d spend the day showing you all the cool stuff they did when they were at Daddy and Pop’s house. That's how the majority of your day went, only ending when your ex-husbands came home with a guy who introduced himself as your boss’ lawyer. He told you that you were entrusted more than a quarter of his fortune and his current estate. When you looked in shock and with furious intent at the two heroes they shrugged and you accepted your check and deed.

When the lawyer left. Katsuki with a curled lip and eyes of disappointment told you how the butler really did get to him before them and had been preparing to repay his victims and their families. Lucky you.

I didn't go into detail for this story but the real life situation is terrifying and confusing.

If you are struggling with a situation where you don't feel safe and can't reach out for help know that your not alone. You are worth it and you shouldn't short change yourself for anything. You can call this number if you need support: 1-800-656-4673

[luveline]

in the morning, afternoon and night [Fred Weasley x Reader]

tags: reader-insert, hurt/comfort, self esteem issues, low self esteem, reader has acne, sad reader, insecure reader

pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

word count: 1.8k

You glared at your reflection.

You'd think with such amazing magical medicine available, some witch or wizard would've invented a cure for acne, or at least a spell that covered it up.

You'd struggled with it since your third year. The muggle doctor you'd seen with your mother had suggested it was hormonal, and would calm down as you got older.

That was years ago.

It shouldn't have been a big deal. It wasn't, really. It wasn't usually very painful, though it was itchy as a stinging nettle and twice as unsightly. A large part of you knew it wasn't your fault, that acne was something that simply affected people at different times in their lives. You'd tried topicals and changing your diet, you'd tried losing weight and exercising and dermaplaning and everything they suggested in your mams fashion magazines.

Nothing worked.

Tears welled in your eyes and you sniffed them back, blinking rapidly.

It might've been silly, but it honestly made you want to hide away. You'd skipped dinner without really thinking, finding your way into the girls bathroom you inhabited now. You straightened your tie and robes, dusting down the sides. You leaned forward again, dabbing under your eyes with your sleeve.

The last thing you wanted was for anyone to know you'd been crying, because then someone might ask why. You didn't want to talk about it, ever.

If Fred saw you like this...

You and Fred Weasley had been almost dating for a few weeks now. Almost, because you hadn't talked about the whole boyfriend/girlfriend thing yet.

It had been years of thinking he was the fittest boy in Gryffindor (besides George) and months of meeting his gaze in the corridors and catching his eye over dinner. Gradually it had become something more; he started carrying your books between classes and opening doors, touching your arms and your hair and your face.

You cringed at the memory. He had been so caring, moving to wipe an eyelash from the skin under your eye. You'd violently flinched from his hand, afraid he might feel the bumpy texture of your skin, feel the acne beneath your makeup. He'd been apologetic and a little confused, filling you with guilt. You hadn't been able to find a way to tell him it wasn't him, it was you. Of course you wanted him to touch you, the thought of him cradling your face had been the subject of many dizzy daydreams, but you just couldn't tell him this one thing.

It was your deepest insecurity.

The stress had only made it worse. Redness was easy to cover with muggle make up and even some wizarding tricks you'd learned over the years, but there wasn't a way to smooth your skin, and the acne was textured.

It was depressing. You didn't want to use that word, it felt ungrateful to compare your skin issues to something so severe, but it made you miserable.

You but down on your quivering lip, pushing away from the mirror unhappily and opening the bathroom door, a frown on your face.

"Y/N!" a familiar voice said.

You jumped, startled but unsurprised. Fred had a talent of always knowing where you were. You'd find it creepy if he wasn't so endearing.

"Fred," you said, plastering a smile over your frown. "I was just coming to find you."

"What a coincidence, ma chérie, I was doing the same."

"Well," you began, easily sidling into his space, "you found me."

"Yes, I did," Fred hummed, wrapping his arms behind your neck, grinning.

He took a long look at your face, his forehead creased. "What's wrong?"

"Nothings wrong, Fred."

He moved his hands to your shoulders, looking down into your face searchingly. "Have you been crying?" he asked.

You shook your head, lying without thinking. "Something in my eye,"

"Both of them?"

You stepped backwards. He let go of your shoulders accordingly.

"Y/N?"

"It's really nothing," you said through a forced laugh.

He frowned at you for a few seconds more and his face cleared. "Alright," he said slowly, rolling the words in his mouth, "if you say so, doll."

You opened like a blooming flower at the pet name, your whole face softening. You smiled, hoping he understood that the smile meant, oh I just so adore you, Fred Weasley.

He threaded his fingers through yours, dragging you down the corridor beside him and waxing poetic about their newest lot of Peruvian darkness powder as you went.

-

It got so bad you couldn't go to class.

Okay, so you definitely could've gone to class, but the thought of leaving your curtained bed was enough to make you sick with anxiety, so worried that everyone would see you - see your face.

NEWTs were coming fast and hard. Everyone who wanted to be anyone was working hard studying their asses of, on top of Professor Umbridge's million new rules you had to abide by, including her newest life-ruining rule: Boys and girl are not to be within 5 inches of each other.

What a joke. You struggled through classes, wrote essays so long your hand burned at night and now you weren't allowed to sit next to your almost boyfriend at lunch? It was miserable. It was making you miserable, and now you may as well have sharpied on your forehead how equipped your body was to deal with it.

Fucking badly.

You groaned to yourself, rolling on your side to face the wall. You were at your wits end. It felt endlessly unfair that the thing that was stressing you out most was getting worse from stress.

Your stomach growled hungrily.

You threw your arm over your eyes in defeat, eyes finally filling with tears. You felt so hopeless. There was nothing to be done except keep up your routine until the flare up was over, or until your mothers next 'miracle cure' popped into existence.

The tears felt too hot against your sore skin. You couldn't help but sob quietly to yourself in self-pity.

A knock sounded at the door. You gasped, wiping the tears away in panic.

"Y/N?" It was Alicia. "Are you alright? Can I come in?"

"Yes," you managed. "Yes, of course. It's your room too, after all."

The door clicked open. Alicia appeared, tanned skin completely clear and glowing, though each perfect feature was marred with empathy. "Fred's been begging every girl in the common room to come fetch you, but I told him to leave you be."

"Thank you," you said.

You cleared your throat. Alicia moved her weight from foot to foot, twisting her hands.

"I- Y/N. I won't pretend to know how it feels, but I promise you, Fred won't care. He's beside himself worrying that you're bedridden and dying or-" she laughed to herself, "or that you're still mad at him for the itching powder. What I mean is... he's a good guy, and you're upset. Maybe you should tell him what's wrong. He won't care."

You sniffed. "I know," you admitted, feeling the weight of her shifting the bed. "I know he's a great guy. I just wouldn't blame him if he, if he didn't like me anymore. If he found it ugly. I would understand it, and I think that makes it worse," you choked on your words, heat building behind your eyes.

"Oh, Y/N," Alicia said, placing a tentative but comforting hand on your shoulder.

You lay in quiet, listening to your own ragged breathing.

"I'll go talk to him," Alicia said.

"No! I mean, no. Thank you, but no. I... I'll speak to him myself."

Alicia nodded, rubbing your arm kindly.

The sound of the door clicking shut behind her finally spurred you into sitting up. You dressed in a hurry, chucking a wool jumper over last nights pyjamas.

He wouldn't care, would he? You cringed. Yes, he definitely would. Whatever was between you would stop. He'd have the grace to let you down slowly, drawing away his affections. He was a polite guy, he'd probably even say the whole spiel of "it's not you, it's me". But he would, eventually.

Well, you figured. Let it be quick. Like ripping off a bandaid.

You tread lightly down the steps, hoping to see him before he saw you.

Of course, when the slightest groan on the bottom step sounded, his lovely face whipped to meet yours. He smiled in relief, but it was mixed with something else. Disgust, your brain supplied nastily. He was disgusted. He rose to his feet, smiling smiling smiling. But something in his eyes was different, now.

"Y/N," he said.

"Hi," you said.

"Hi yourself, beautiful. Where've you been all day?"

"I'm... sick. Bad cold," you settled on.

He raised an eyebrow. "You sound okay," he said, not unkindly.

"I..." you looked down at your hands.

A siren was sounding in your head. You didn't think Fred had seen you without make up for the last 3 years. Fight or flight was leaning heavily towards flight.

"Well, are you hungry?"

You shook your head.

"Are you sure? You haven't eaten all day. You need something in your system if you're gonna fight this cold."

"I'm not actually sick, Fred," you admitted under your breath.

"I know."

You looked up. He was still smiling kindly. It was infuriating.

"Look," you said finally, rushed and all at once, "if you don't want to- if you're grossed out. Then it's fine, I'll understand if you don't want to see me anymore."

Fred was stricken.

"I know it's - ugly."

"Ugly? Nothing about you is ugly."

"Fred, my face-"

"No, listen to me, Y/N. It's not ugly. It's not gross. You're not any of those things, are you kidding?" he said, grabbing your hands. "You're beautiful. All the time, in the morning, afternoon and night. You're beautiful in charms and transfiguration and care of magical creatures. You were beautiful yesterday and you're beautiful today and you'll be even more so tomorrow." He stopped suddenly, looking down at your joined hands. His cheeks had turned bright red.

"Smooth, Freddie," came George's voice, from the sofa behind them.

"Shove OFF," exclaimed Fred, growing more red by the second. Heat filled your own cheeks.

"It's skin, Y/N. That's all it is."

"Okay," you said tightly, trying not to cry.

Fred breathed out, his hair shifting in response. His corded arms pulled you tight to his chest. You breathed him in. He smelled sweet and rough, like burning caramel.

He thought you were beautiful.

You smiled into his shirt.

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