#tomorrow i start on the kitchen and forgive myself if i don't get it all done in one go

[mxalmighty]

The Great Almighty Apartment Deep Clean of 2024

is officially underway. My bathroom is the cleanest gd place in this whole building now. It's like stepping into an entirely new universe.

I did that. Me. All by myself. /proud bean

[dotchi18]

hello, hello lovely!! i saw that your requests were open and i had to send in an ask!

what do you think about a college!au for the obey me! boys? i'm off to orientation tomorrow, so what about a meet cute with yandere!mammon where he meets his darling for the first time during orientation?

also, how have you been? it's been forever and half, only slightly because i'm still working through your asks (it's almost finished though, i promise you!)

Hello Hello Handsomeness! 💕🥰

Thank you for dropping by again, I always love seeing you! 💖

And are you kidding? I love the idea!

A small basic rundown of majors and why they decided to do what they do (This is off-the-cuff and may be subject to change):

Lucifer - Political Science as his Major and Public Administration as his Minor (In a Human!AU I still see Lucifer still as a person who strives to be at the top. Already born rich, this was kind of a given he was going to be doing this. Very diligent. (I know you see him as someone that becomes a Therapist, and I love it, but I personally see him more of a public servant who needs therapy))

Mammon - Accounting and Finance Major. (He really didn't want to pick anything, or even go to college- too much work- but Lucifer threatened him over it, so now here he is. Doesn't care that much whether things work out or not. )

Leviathan - Digital Art and Animation Major (Also doesn't want to be there, but has also been forced into picking something and go. Moderately good at keeping on track, mostly out of fear for any repercussions )

Satan - Archives and Archival Administration as a Major, Literary Arts as a Minor (For the love of Books 💗 Also has a few classes for Art Appreciation. Is Good with his grades because he likes what he's involved in )

Asmodeus - Fashion Design as a Major and Fashion Photography as a Minor (Because C'mon, it's Asmo. Has fabulous grades, Darling! ✨)

Beelzebub - Culinary Arts as a Major, Physical Therapy as a Minor (A lot of people think that Physical things would be Beel's best bet all things considered, but anything that gets him close to food works for him. (I base this on him getting the job in Hell's Kitchen in NB ) Physical Therapy is something that Beel is also interested in thanks to his years in Fangol and his friends that needed it. He works very hard.)

Belphegor - Law Degree (Belphie is an enigma. He can sleep and still absorb information (Somehow?? Even though he for sure is human here??) And he can destroy lives with a high-paying job he can also support Beel with. )

All of it is a rather win-win for him. He puts in no effort and he still gets good grades, it's kind of infuriating honestly (Even if I still have a soft-spot for him 💖)

And in Human!AU I see all the brothers around the same age (Either within a four year span or just one depending) for convenience sake.

For College!AU I see them all within the four year gap.)

Also, I'm doing pretty good myself, hard at work and having my head filled with Yandere thoughts, which is pretty good!

How have you been? I don't mind how long you take on that stuff, you take your time Sweetness <3

(I really forgot that I sent you more than one, so please take your time ;,; )

I hope you've been having a good time with college as it's starting and I hope you're having a good time with life 💖

Now, for your request!! (Forgive me if I get this wrong, for a multitude of reasons I might get this wrong T.T)

College!AU Yandere!Mammon x College!AU Reader

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" You have your schedule Mammon, stay on track and don't just leave campus because you got the basic things done, you still need to check out your classes." Lucifer's lecture had Mammon yawning into his hand, shaking his head to clear it.

" Yeah Yeah, I got it. You gonna hassle everyone else with this stuff too?"

" When their time comes, yes, but this year it's just you and Levi. Try not to embarrass yourself." The Eldest of the brothers tapped the schedule again before turning, going to Levi whom was leaving his counselor's office, eyeing the exits.

Mammon glanced to it himself, I mean he could go out shopping with Goldie instead, but decided to save himself the hassle this time around and-

Out the exit he goes.

Heading towards the parking lot, he only gets to the sidewalk when he sees you.

You seemed to be running late to Orientation, a bag slung over your shoulder as you jogged to campus, your eyes on the prize, though a sinking pit in his stomach told him that he was not it as you looked to your bag for something, digging your hand in it as you tried to walk past him.

Almost on instinct he moves and your shoulder strikes his, nearly sending him spinning with you into opposite directions, as if a pair of pool balls that hit and bounced off each other and it's only by a small saving grace that he doesn't stumble.

" Sorry." Your response was distracted and automatic before you fully seemed to register him.

You had some absolutely stunning eyes, and Mammon couldn't help but feel even more smitten as apology registered in your face.

Don't apologize for meeting him, you both hadn't even properly greeted one another and he already felt like he was exceedingly lucky he hadn't left earlier and missed you.

" Ha! Ya don't gotta apologize, as if a little tap could hurt The Great Mammon! Ya runnin' late?" His voice was confident and boastful before ending in a tease for you as he placed a hand on his hip the other one holding the same piece of paper you were.

With that it clicked in his mind that you must be holding your own schedule, meaning you didn't wait until the last moment to properly get all of your things dialed in, and maybe he could reasonably hang out with you without seeming weird by hanging around the Counselor's office he had already been in.

" Yeah, I guess you're already done?" You also noticed his paper, along with him just outside the entrance to the college, and he tried to think as fast on his feet as he could.

" Psh, No, I was just... steppin' out for some fresh air." He waved a hand as if to shoo away the thought, sending you a small grin.

You didn't seem to believe what he said, however the grin that curled on your face showed that you were still rather charmed by that, " Oh?"

' Run with it, take the opportunity and don't let go. ' He told himself as he grinned, stepping a bit closer and turning so the two of you were side to side.

" Mhmm, But now that that's over I'm headin' back, ya wouldn't mind taggin' along with me, right? Come on, let's go!"

You joined his side hesitantly, intrigued but cautious as he decided to engage you in small talk, learning your name before properly introducing himself, showing off his classes and learning that he shared two classes with you!

Maybe this whole 'Going to College' thing wasn't going to be as horrible as he thought.

In fact, he was quite looking forward to it.

[totally-not-a-cannibal-hannibal]

To My Taste

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Part 4: Escalation

Masterlist

⚠️Warnings ⚠️ mentions of animal death, nothing too graphic but sad none the less. The starts of obsessive behavior.

       I had a few more drinks as we sat in Hannibal kitchen. He loaded the dishwasher and poured Will another glass. Now that I think about it I didn't see Hannibal drink very much himself. Will was about 5 deep and I was nursing my 3rd but the host had only had one with dinner.

        "Come on Hannibal, have another drink with us." I say as I take a sip of my own drink. Hannibal thinks about it for a second and pulls down another class for himself. 

       "That's the spirit!" Will said as he clapped his hands together. It was fun seeing him so loose and happy, I'd have to get him drunk more often. 

        We all chatted for a few more hours until midnight rolled around. Hannibal was kind enough to show us our rooms for the night. They were across the hall from one another in the same hall as a bathroom and the basement.

         Will flopped down on his bed and seemed to fall asleep right away. Hannibal proceeded to show me to my room for the night. He looked me up and down for a second. 

        "Forgive me if I'm being too forward but that dress is going to get horribly wrinkled. Would you like something else to sleep in?" He asked as he gestured to my dress. I look down at myself, it would be a bit uncomfortable to sleep in. 

        "That would be great. I didn't think about that." He holds up one finger to tell me to wait a second. He walked to his room and soon returned with a white dress shirt. 

        "I apologize it is a bit inappropriate but I'm afraid I don't have any sleep shirts. Would this be suitable." He asked as he presented it to me. 

        "It's perfectly fine. I normally just sleep in a shirt at home anyway." I retrieved the shirt from him, the material was soft but thin. It would make for a good sleep shirt. 

        "If you need anything my room is down the other hall at the very end. Good evening Lydia."

         "Goodnight Hannibal, see you tomorrow." I say as he closes the door behind him. I looked down at the shirt with a slight grin. It was definitely inappropriate to sleep in your psychiatrist's shirt but the circumstances were understandable in my opinion.

       The windows in this room looked like they looked out into an endless black abyss which made me a bit uneasy so I was sure to close the curtains before changing out of the dress and putting on the shirt. 

      I looked into the standing mirror and wondered if I had ever seen him in this button down before. I didn't seem familiar. 

       I got into bed and got cozy. It was a very soft bed complete with a fluffy comforter. I kept catching some kind of scent. I realized it was the shirt, it wasn't laundry detergent. It might have been a body wash maybe. I pressed the collar to my nose to smell it better. It was masculine but subtle. I have never smelt Hannibal but this is what I'd imagine he'd smell like. 

       I felt a little weird about enjoying the smell so much, it smelt expensive, some kind of cologne I believe. Whatever it was people are supposed to find the scent alluring so I tried not to feel so guilty. 

        It was easier to sleep knowing others were in this house with me. I felt comforted in the idea if the man came back I wouldn't be alone. Hannibal probably wouldn't be too much help in a fight but I knew Will was scrappy. 

         I was starting to scare myself thinking about the possibility of having to face that giant again. I pushed the thought away and focused on sleeping. 

         What could have been a few hours later I felt the bed move making me jolt awake. The bed dipped down behind me as if someone was laying there. That's when the smell of the sweet wine we drank tonight filled my nostrils.

       "Will?" I asked I was too scared to turn around and check. 

      "What?" He asked in a groggy sounding voice, like I had just woke him up. I breathed a sigh of relief.

      "What are you doing in my bed?"

      "You're in my bed." He sounded like he was still drunk. He scoots closer to me and puts a limp arm around me. I roll my eyes as I push it back on his side. 

       "Damn it Will." I whisper sitting up. He must have gotten up to use the restroom and got into the wrong room. I got out of bed and looked down at him. "Seriously Will get up, this is my room." He didn't respond so I shook his shoulder. He grumbled and grabbed my hand and pulled me a bit closer. He rolled onto his stomach and tried to make my arm with him. I pulled it away and gave up. His bed was free. He can have mine. 

       I left the room and closed the door behind me. Footsteps could be heard coming up the stairs of the basement. The door opened and Hannibal emerged. He looked surprised for a second when he noticed me. 

       "Are you not able to sleep?" He asked me as he moved a kind of plastic sheet to his other arm so his body would block my sight of it. 

      "Oh no I was sleeping fine till I realized I had a guest in my bed." I say with a grin as I open the door to show him the drunkenly sleeping Will in my bed. Hannibal's eyebrows raised up slightly. 

       "I see how that might wake someone up. Do you need help moving him back to his room?" Hannibal asks as he turns back to the basement door and uses a key he pulled from his vest pocket to lock it.

      "No no I'm just going to take his bed. Are you still cleaning up that wine?"

      "No, I was just making sure no others had fallen. How are you sleeping?" He asked as he leaned against the door. Why did he need to lock his basement? Why was that the only door that seemed to have an outward facing lock that requires a key? The more I thought about it, the stranger it seemed. 

        "I was sleeping great. Maybe I should move houses. Or get a roommate. I didn't think it was that serious but I'm not scared here the way I am at home." 

       "It's not uncommon to feel unsafe in a home after something like that, and it's not admitting defeat to move." 

        "You might be-" I stopped speaking when a loud thud could be heard from the basement. "Seriously Hannibal let me help you. I worked in a restaurant I know how to clean up glass." I wanted to help him but I mostly wanted to see what was down there. 

        "I think I will just have to take down the whole rack. It must be uneven but no I am perfectly capable of handling this project myself. Please go get yourself some rest." He says as he unlocks the door and goes in. He was gone before I could even say goodnight. There was something off about that basement. Part of me wanted to wait till Hannibal left and see if I can pick the lock myself but that would be a major invasion of privacy and while I am nosy I'm not crazy. 

         I shake the thought and go into Will's room. His bed was equally comfortable so it didn't take me long to get back to sleep. In the night I had some kind of nightmare. A figure was stood in the corner of the room and as my eyes focused it almost looked like Hannibal dressed in some kind of plastic coat. I chalked it up to me being suspicious about what was in his basement.

        I seemed to have slept even better in this room. Aside from the strange dream with Hannibal I didn't have any other dreams I don't even think I moved in the night. 

       The sun shined through the curtains of this room, waking me up finally. I wasn't sure what time it was. I had left my phone in my purse in the other room. 

         My legs felt like jelly, and I felt groggy. After such a restful sleep I thought I'd be more awake. I stood up slowly and opened the door to the hall. There was a small bruise on the inside of my arm that I didn't think was there last night. My attention was pulled away from my arm by Will who was just coming out of the bathroom. He must have taken a shower because his hair was wet. He seemed a little worse for wear. 

      "Why are you in Hannibal's shirt?" I looked down remembering what I was wearing.

       "He said my dress would wrinkle so he gave me a shirt."

       "Hmm he didn't offer me a shirt, and why did we switch rooms?" 

       "You crawled into bed with me because you thought it was your room." I wasn't sure if that was the real reason but it was the least embarrassing explanation. He looked surprised and apologetic. 

        "I'm so sorry I didn't think I was so drunk." He put his hands in his pockets clearly feeling a bit uncomfortable.

      "It's fine, you able to drive? I was going to get dressed and leave after we say goodbye to Hannibal."

       "He's actually going to drive us to the police station. I should let him explain. He's the one who talked to Jack." 

      "What? Why are we needed at a police station? I don't think I'm cleared to be working yet." Hannibal turned the corner of the hall to meet us. For the first time ever he looked like he was a bit hurried.

        "Oh good Lydia you are up. I was about to come and get you. They need you to do a line up. They may have your attacker in custody. Are you feeling up to doing a line up?" He asked as moved a bit closer like he was trying to get a better look at something. He was trying to be nonchalant about his subtle examination with his eyes. 

       "Of course I'm up to it. They can't just blood test him? They had his DNA right?" 

       "They need a subpoena to take blood, they don't have to, to put him in a lineup. If you can identify him, that should be enough to get a judge to make him give up his blood." Will explained. 

       "I mean where did they find this guy, why do they think he's the one?" Even I had to admit I sounded a bit stressed but who wouldn't be.

        "Lydia you don't have to do this right now if you don't feel like you are ready." Hannibal says softly. 

        "No fuck that I'm plenty ready let me get dressed." I say as I go into the room I changed in and got around. 

        We were all in Hannibal's car in 2 minutes flat. Will let me take the front seat. That's when I noticed the time on the radio, it was 5 pm. There was no way I could have slept that long. That's over 12 hours of uninterrupted sleep. That's not normal for me. 

        "I slept in till 5?"

        "I tried to wake you up." Will says from the back. 

        "You were saying you slept more soundly at my home then your own perhaps it was your body taking advantage of the rest." Hannibal said, keeping his eyes on the road. 

       "You said you were getting plenty of sleep." Will questioned. 

       "My apologies, I didn't realize your sleeplessness was a secret." Hannibal whispered as he took a glance at Will in his rear view mirror.  

         "Sleeplessness?"

         "Can we talk about this some other time please, my head is killing me."

         "Yes, let her rest, Will."

         "I don't need anymore God damn rest. Let's just get there please." I say as I turn on the radio to try and silence them. 

         We arrived in record time. Jack was leaning against his car when we pulled in. We got inside and they were ready for us. 

        "Do you want someone to go in with you?" An officer asked. I thought about it for a second. They all would have been fine to accompany me but I thought Hannibal would be the most well equipped. 

        "Um yeah Hannibal?" I asked. He didn't say anything, just nodded and put his arm around me to walk into the room together. 

          "They can't see or hear you." An officer explains.

          "I know I know, please send them in I'm ready." I say as I swallow a lump in my throat. I feel Hannibal pull me a bit closer. Six large men step onto the lineup room. All with dark hair and all had a banged over their left eyes. I looked over their faces carefully. At first I was worried I would have a hard time knowing if he was there but looking in each and every one of their eyes I knew quickly none of them were him. 

         "He's not here."

         "Would you like for them to say anything?" The officer asked. 

         "No he didn't say anything and these men are not him." I say a bit more firmly. I feel myself begin to cry. Hannibal notices right away and offers his silk handkerchief. I push it away and use my hand. 

        "Can I leave now?" 

        "sure." The officer didn't seem pleased that I couldn't identify the man but there was nothing I could have done about it. 

       Hannibal walks us back to the lobby where Jack and Will sat. Hannibal shook his head no quickly before either could speak. 

         "Can you take me home Hannibal? I'll get my car some other time." 

         "Of course but are you sure you want to be alone right now?"

        "More than anything." I say pulling away from his protective arm. Jack walked past us like he was about to chew someone out.

       I let Will have the front seat this time. The drive to my house was a short and silent one. Pulling in I get out and unlock my door. Will got out with me presumably to make sure I got in okay. 

        He picked up a small package from my doorstep and examined it. 

         "You order something?" I look back at him confused and shake my head. I take it from his hands before he can stop me. 

          "Maybe I should open it." He says as he reaches to get it back. 

         "It's not a bomb Will." I say with a small grin. Hannibal stepped out of his car to see what was going on. I opened the box and at first I wasn't sure what I was looking at. I reached in and pulled out two small light green wings. I screamed once I realized that must have belonged to my love bird Lucy.

        "Drop them, drop them!" Will said as he grabbed the box back from me to hold under the disembodied wings in my hand. I put them back in the box and cry louder. Hannibal ran over to take the box from Will who was trying to close it as quickly as possible.

         "He killed her! He killed them both! What the fuck! Where is the rest of her!?" I screamed out again. Once Hannibal had the box Will grabbed me as I sobbed. "I'll kill him!" Managed to choke out through sobs and gasps. 

         Will walked us inside slowly, carefully inspecting my small house for anything out of the ordinary. Hannibal stayed outside to call for help. 

         "It's okay." He said as he sat down on the sofa with me. 

          "How! How is any of this okay, Will!?" He shushed me as his hold on my body got tighter. He had his arms wrapped around me and was letting me scream into his chest. 

         It was no time before my front porch was filled with law enforcement all over again. I had collected myself a fraction more by the time Jack got here. 

       "That's it you are not staying here. He's not done with you clearly." Jack said in a huff.

        "She can stay with me Jack." Hannibal said reassuringly. 

        "I'll stay too just in case." Will says quickly. My head was still placed on his chest whenever he spoke it sounded like he had an echo. I wasn't going to fight with them. There was no way I was staying here alone. 

         "I'm calling a tow truck to get her car out of your driveway. He probably knows the make and model." Jack says as he presses his ear to his phone. 

        Will helps me up and takes me back to Hannibal's car. He got in the back with me seemingly wanting to continue holding me. I wasn't sure why but his eyes were dark, angry. It made me not want to fight with him about his clinginess. He grabbed me again and laid my head on his shoulder. 

         Not long after Hannibal stepped out from my house. He had a look of concern that wasn't there when we left. It was gone in an instant. 

        Hannibal drove incredibly slow, a drive that was less than an hour became almost an hour and a half affair. I had assumed he was giving the tow truck ample time to get my car before we arrived.

        Will's grip on my hand was almost harsh. I wasn't sure I would be able to pull it away even if I wanted to. The silence was starting to get to me just a bit. I was so on edge already from the lineup, so finding the remains of my bird made me want to both crawl in a hole and run the streets looking for this guy. Both options I knew Hannibal and Will would not allow. 

        We pull in and get inside as soon as possible. Hannibal was sure to triple check the house. He was a very particular man and said he'd be able to tell right away if someone was inside who wasn't supposed to be. 

         Will took us to the couch in the living room to sit down. I felt like with each passing second Will was getting closer. I don't think it was intentional on his part. He seemed just as helpless too it as me. I wasn't even comfortable in his embrace anymore. He kept putting my head on his chest and pressing my chest against him with his arms around my back. It didn't feel sexual, it felt obsessive. 

         "Will I need to sit up, please." It sounded like a question almost. He didn't argue, he just opened his arms for me to move. I stood up and patted down the wrinkles in my dress from the ordeal. Hannibal was right, it was wrinkling badly. 

        Will started to look more like the man I knew him to be once I removed myself. If I had a clearer head I might have been more worried about his behavior but right now I could only worry about one thing. 

      He sat on the sofa and adjusted his glasses. He seemed like he didn't want to look at me directly but wherever I moved his eyes were not far behind. 

        I took to an old bad habit of chewing the skin on the side of my nails when nervous. Watching the sunset as I attacked the previously smooth skin of my fingers I couldn't stop thinking of my innocent love birds and that I might share their fate.

         Hannibal had pulled Will aside to talk with him. They went to the dining room to speak. I could hear the vaguest hint of voices as they spoke. My curiosity got the better of me. I snuck around the corner to try and hear the conversation better.

       "This guy isn't going to stop. This was an escalation. This sick fuck had been emasculated by her he wont stop till he makes her feel as powerless as he did. He'll find her here, and Jack's team is too incompetent to find him first." Will sounded stressed, maybe scared even.

       "You need to calm down. Cool heads will prevail. I want you to go, go help them find him. She will be safe here."

        "Are you crazy? She needs me!"

        "She needs this guy caught. Do not let your feelings cloud your judgment, Will. You want her safe, you go find him." 

         They stopped speaking for a second. I took the chance to make my way back to the couch to avoid detection. What kind of feelings was Hannibal talking about? Could Will Graham actually like me like that? I wasn't sure if I was thrilled by the idea or frightened. 

       "Hey, hey Lydia I'm going to go and see how the teams getting along, okay? I'll be back I promise." Will said as he rushed into the room as he pulled on his jacket. He stood in front of me and gave me a small smile. Why does this man sweat so much when he is stressed?

        "That sounds like a good idea. I'd come along if I could." I say nodding up at him. Will looked like he was going to say something else but Hannibal interrupted. 

         "Will, If you want to beat evening traffic you should get going soon." 

        "You're right Hannibal, I'll be back. He's got you. It's going to be okay." He said as he made his way to the door. Hannibal stopped him and whispered something to him before he left. It was odd but it was probably just something he thought would startle me to hear. 

        Seeing this side of Will seemed a bit off putting. Normally it was me telling Will it would be okay. I could see he was full of shit and scared the same way I was when I tell him the same lie.

[ravennasgf]

MMcgonagall: Season of hurt

prompt: family line by Conan gray

Tw: SH, mentions of abuse.

Christmas once again falls in hogwarts. Everyone has gone home for the holidays I always stay in my dorm.

To cut a long story short I had abusive father, My mother eventually managed to run with me but my little sister was stuck. I eventually found her again about 5 years ago and brought her back to mum. Mum isn't the best. Infact lve disowned them, they're Just the one's who gave me life. I've struggled with confidence and mental health issues live self harmed and have depression. So with no home or family to go to as a 11 year old i stay in my dorm.

waking up I get dressed and go to the Kitchen for some food. I grab a piece of bread and an apple leaving to return to my dorm. As I enter the corridor to the Gryffindor quarters I run into professor Mcgonagall.

“I'm so sorry professor. I wasn't looking where I was going." y/n It's ok I was expecting everyone to be home for the holidays." "I have no home to go to Professor so I'm still here." "you're only 11 you shouldn't be on your own." "It's fine i've been on my own for years. I'm used to it." "Y/n … " "sorry for taking up your time ill let you get back to what ever it was you were going to do, bye, "I say quickly running into the Common room. I stare out a window and start talking to myself.

“It's hard to put it into words how the holidays always hurt. I watch the fathers with their little girls and Wonder what I did to deserve this. How could you but a little kid. I can't forget I can't forgive you. Now I'm afraid everyone I love will leave me. " I sob. Unable to handle the pain anylonger I need to numb it, the only

Way I know how. Grabbing the razor out of my pocket, I lift my sleeve and bring it down on my skin. I collapse to the floor sobbing. “Y/n? Oh darling. " professor McGonagall says. She runs towards me kneeling by me prying the blade out of my hands. “oh darling it's ok I've got you you're safe and loved" She manages to help me get my breathing under control. "it's ok Mamas got you, you're safe." “I'm sorry." "My dear sweet girl you have nothing to be sorry for. we all struggle. can you promise that the next time you want to harm yourself you'll come and find me? no matter what I'm doing I will stop, I want you to be safe darling." " I promise. Thank you for caring Mama . " “of course, Now how do you feel about spending The Christmas holidays with me?" “I don't want to burden you any more than I already have, " “you're not a burden my dear. So do you want to come with me?" she asks again. I Just nod with a big grin.

—— It's almost Christmas day a week really. Professor McGonagall set up the adjacent room in her room for me.

waking up from another night more. My door Opens and McGonagall runs in. "are you ok darling? " “Another nightmare.” l explain. “Oh sweet heart.” She lays down beside me pulling me close.

The next fewnights were the same. The morning before christmas we're waken again not by one of my night mares but by knocking on the door. Mama as im allowed to call her opens the door. It was Dumbledore "I need you and y/n to come to my office. " he says. "we'll meet you there. " She closes the door and walks over to me. "we have to get up for a while." She says softly. I whine & try to get up just about falling off the bed before Mama catches me. "can I carry you?" She asks. I nod sleepily. She gets us to dumbledores office sitting us both down.

Minnie’s pov "y/n … Both your parents have passed away. " he says. Y/n says nothing "well y/n told me what they did to her so she never has to see them again." "She needs someone to take care of her. " Albus says. I look over to see y/n asleep with a smile on her face “I could adopt her. I've already taken on the role of her mother. I’ll get the papers today and ask her tomorrow." “I agree she trusts you.”

with that I pick up the sleeping form of y/n and carry her back to bed. I get the papers and fill it out. ——— "Merry Christmas darling " I whisper as y/n slowly wakes up. “Merry Christmas mama.” “I have something for you and you can say no. " Isay sitting-up. she's quick to follow "so with both your parents gone you need someone to legally look after you. I've filled out adoption popers which I can burn If you don't want me to." “you really want to adopt me ?" she asks. "yes sweet dove I do. " I confirm. “Thank you so much mama.” She says giving me a tight hug which I return. "of Course my darling . Merry Christmas." “Merry Christmas. Best christmas ever. " She says happily.

This girl is so special. I'm so glad I can fill a place in her life.

[helloalycia]

my patient’s neighbour [one] // wanda maximoff

summary: whilst caring for a new patient of yours, you definitely didn't expect to fall for her cute neighbour, Wanda Maximoff

warning/s: very minor mentions of injuries and death

author's note: okay so firstly, buckle in, folks, this is gonna be like 6 parts long lol. Also, I google translated all the Russian bits so i apologise if they are incorrect! okay, you may enjoy now :)

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"38... 38... 38..."

I scanned the doors to the many apartments in the hall, hoping to find the one that belonged to my newest patient – Anna Pivec. As a nurse, I was always given new patients to visit and tend to until they no longer needed it or chose not to have me around. I'd just been assigned a new patient, Anna, and was excited to meet her.

"38!" I said to myself, spotting the door at the end of the hallway. I knocked on before waiting patiently, hoping she wasn't sleeping or anything. It wasn't too early – 10AM – and she knew I was coming, so finger's crossed.

The door opened to reveal a short, old lady with grey hair and a cane in her hand. I smiled kindly, meeting her cloudy gaze.

"You must be the one my granddaughter is paying to look after me because she can't do it herself," the woman spoke before I could introduce myself. Stepping to the side, she motioned with her cane. "Come on in."

My smile dropped at her abruptness. "I, er, yeah, I guess that's me." As I walked in, I said, "My name is Y/N Y/L/N. The nurse from–"

"Yeah, I know where you're from," she cut me off, closing the door and heading further into her apartment. "They sent me a brochure, milaya."

I followed after her, surprised at how quick she was for an old lady with back and heart problems. She was leading me into the open plan living-room and kitchen.

"I'm sorry – milaya? What does that mean?" I asked politely, hoping I didn't come across as rude.

She waved her hand dismissively, mumbling something to herself in what I think was Russian. Her profile did say she was from Sokovia, so maybe that was it.

"Okay, erm, well, as I said," I changed the subject, figuring she wouldn't give me an answer, "I'm Y/N. I'll be here five times a week and basically be doing anything you need me to do. Of course, I only want you to be comfortable in your own home, so if you ever feel anything but, please let me know."

She hummed in acknowledgement before motioning for me to follow her. I set my bag on the kitchen counter before sitting on the couch as she did so on the recliner. She sighed with content as the pain on her back was eased from taking a seat.

"Tell me about yourself," she said gently.

I smiled with amusement. "That's usually what I ask my patients."

"Do forgive me, milaya," she said, and I made a mental note to bring a Russian-English dictionary with me tomorrow, "but you're a stranger in my home. I'd prefer to know about you before I let you take care of me."

I nodded, slightly impressed. Her profile didn't do her justice. Usually, the elderly I cared for were quick to allow me to do my thing, never really questioning who I was or what my intentions were. I was starting to get the impression that Anna was a strong, stubborn woman in a little old lady's body – definitely not one to mess around with.

"Okay, well, I'm a nurse," I began with the basics, and from there, went into a long ramble about my job, how I got into it, what it consisted of...

Anna was full of questions, taking the time to get to know me and I her. Once I had told her everything I could think to, she told me about her life. How she lived in Sokovia up until she was thirty-five years old and had to flee with her husband and daughter because of the war. She gushed about the both of them, a twinkle in her eye as she recalled their livelihoods like they were still alive. Her husband had unfortunately passed many years ago due to liver problems – "All that drinking, milaya! Us Sokovians are a force to be reckoned with!" – and her daughter had passed in a car accident not long after.

It was a tragic tale, but she didn't let it bring her down. In fact, she seemed grateful to have lived it and I couldn't help but smile as she shared it with me.

I noticed she would speak short phrases in Russian mid-conversation, without realising, which didn't make it easier for me to understand, but I couldn't bring it in myself to interrupt her to ask what they meant because she said it with such sincerity that I figured it reminded her of her home.

After our conversation, I made her lunch and gave her her medication before watching some TV with her and pretty much talking to her once again. She was quite an interesting woman, different to my usual patients, and I was enjoying our time together. After spending the day there, I wished her a good night before leaving.

When I returned the next morning, I let myself in with the key Anna gave me and called out a good morning.

"In here!" an unfamiliar female voice called out.

I furrowed my brows as I took off my jacket and headed into the living-area. Anna was sat in her recliner as usual, but she had a guest sat on her couch. A young woman, possibly my age, with long dark hair and a friendly smile on her lips was sat comfortably; she had a cup of tea in her hands and her legs pulled up on the couch like she lived there.

The stranger and Anna exchanged words in Russian briefly before the former stood up, about to introduce herself.

"Oh, are you her granddaughter?" I asked, putting two and two together. It was the only explanation I could think of for how comfortable she was and the fact that she was also Sokovian (I assumed, anyway).

The girl laughed, her green eyes sparkling as she shook her head. Putting out her hand, she said, "I'm Wanda Maximoff. Anna's neighbour."

Slightly embarrassed by my mistake, I smiled awkwardly and shook her hand. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have– I just thought because you were speaking Russian that–"

"It's fine, no harm no foul," she put me at ease quickly, before taking her seat again. "I've lived next door to Anna for about a year now. Sometimes I keep her company on my days off."

I set my bag on the floor before taking a seat on the couch, leaving a gap between Wanda and I.

"That's nice," I said with a smile before looking to Anna. "How are you feeling this morning, Mrs Pivec?"

She sighed, waving her hand dismissively, before saying something to Wanda in Russian who was listening intently. Nodding her head, Wanda looked to me with amusement.

"What did she say?" I asked, quirking a brow.

"She said she told you to stop calling her Mrs Pivec yesterday," Wanda translated, trying not to laugh.

"Just call me Anna, Y/N," Anna added with a nod. "And I'm fine. Just had breakfast with Wanda here."

"Breakfast," I repeated slowly. "How long ago was that? Just gotta make sure you get your meds."

"Shoot, am I doing your job?" Wanda asked, slightly panicked.

"No, no, you're not." I laughed at the way she scrunched her nose. "I mean, it would help if I could have breakfast with Miss– Anna, so I know when she has her medication. But it's all good."

"Are you sure? I can leave if I'm in the way," Wanda said with a frown.

"No need," I reassured her. "If Anna doesn't mind your presence, it's all good. I'm just here to look after her, clean up, make sure she eats, has her meds."

Wanda looked to Anna, who seemed unbothered by her presence.

"She can stay," Anna said with a shrug. "Makes it feel less like I'm a pet."

I opened my mouth to say something, possibly make her feel better, but I wasn't sure what to say.

"Don't mind her," Wanda reassured, giving Anna a knowing look before shooting me an easygoing smile. "She tends to speak her mind exactly as it is. No filter whatsoever. And very stubborn. You may have noticed."

I cracked a smile, feeling better knowing that it wasn't just me who noticed Anna's unique personality traits.

"Hey, that stubbornness and lack of filter is exactly how I beat my husband and his friends in every poker game back home," Anna said with a playful smirk.

Wanda and I chuckled, before the brunette leaned on the couch comfortably and looked to me.

"We finished breakfast, maybe, ten minutes ago? I made us eggs and toast," she answered my question from earlier.

I hummed before getting up with my bag and heading to the kitchen. Setting my bag on the counter, I grabbed my diary and also Anna's medication from its place on the kitchen counter.

"I'll give you your medicine now, Anna," I told her, already grabbing a glass of water for her.

"Thank you, milaya," she called back, and I spun around, immediately going to get my Russian-English dictionary from my bag. "Wait, I know what that is!" I flicked through the pages and scanned it eagerly. "Milaya... milaya... milaya! Okay, it means... sweetie."

"Sweetie," Wanda said at the same time, and I looked up to see her watching me from behind her cup of tea, trying not to laugh again.

"I guess another perk of your presence is being the translator," I said sheepishly, realising just how eager I was a second ago. "Anna likes to speak Russian a lot, which I'm fine with of course, but..." I waved the dictionary in the air.

"It's funny watching tvoye lichiko, milaya," Anna said with that same mischievous smirk on her face.

I looked down to my dictionary, struggling to pinpoint a single word in her sentence that I could search. It was overwhelming, the words going in one ear and out the other.

"She said it's funny watching your little face, sweetie," Wanda translated upon seeing my frozen state.

I relaxed my shoulders. "Thanks." Then I realised what she said. "Hey!"

Anna laughed as Wanda grinned, and I was suddenly glad she was here. I grabbed Anna's meds with a glass of water before giving them to her. After making sure she swallowed them properly, I put the glass to the side and took a seat on the couch again.

"So, you said you visited Anna on your days off?" I asked Wanda, intrigued by why a neighbour would be so interested in another. It wasn't very common in today's day and age.

"She's almost always here," Anna answered before Wanda could speak. I looked to her as she continued with a grateful smile. "Helps me with everything. Groceries, cleaning, my medication."

"So basically me but unpaid," I joked, and Anna laughed.

"Exactly," she agreed, and I looked to Wanda to see her blushing, eyes avoiding mine.

"That's really sweet," I said gently, earning her attention. "You're a really good neighbour, Wanda."

Wanda ran a hand through her hair. "It's nothing. If anything, I enjoy being here. Anna reminds me of Sokovia and my family and, well, home."

"Oh, so you're Sokovian, too?"

She nodded before smiling playfully. "Did the accent not give it away?"

I hid a smile. "I didn't want to assume. I mean, you could've been Czech. Slovakian. Basically anything else."

"Okay, I'll give you that," she gave in, tilting her head to the side, smile widening.

It was then that I learnt her smile was extremely contagious.

Same as yesterday, my plan was to stay the day with Anna, though this time Wanda also kept her company (and me, too). After lunch, I left the two of them to watch some TV as I excused myself to change Anna's bedsheets in her room, ready for bed tonight.

As I was doing so, I heard the door open and glanced over my shoulder to see Wanda entering the room. I gave her a smile before continuing to replace the pillowcase.

"Here, I can help," she offered, and didn't give me chance to decline as she grabbed the pillow on the other side of the bed and began to change its case.

"You sure? You know it's my job, right?" I teased, looking up at her over the bed between us.

She rolled her eyes playfully. "I'm aware. Just thought I'd make it a bit easier for you."

I chuckled. "Well, I appreciate it... how is Anna?"

"Dozed off," Wanda quipped with an expectant nod. "Same time every day. Like clockwork."

"Huh." I thought back to yesterday and how she ended up taking a nap after lunch, too. "Noted. Thanks."

Wanda smiled before putting the pillowcase on the pillow and puffing it with her hands. I did the same, content with its appearance, before moving to the duvet. Wordlessly, Wanda grabbed one end and began to help me put it on, which I appreciated. The duvet was bigger than I was and definitely a two-person job.

"Hey, can I ask you something?" I spoke out of the blue as we were putting on the duvet cover.

"Go for it," she said encouragingly, glancing sideways.

"Of course, you don't have to answer, but I thought I'd ask since I'm going to be looking after Anna for a while," I gave a little disclaimer, before saying, "She makes a lot of snide remarks about her granddaughter. Do they not get along?"

Wanda sighed quietly. "Her granddaughter doesn't really visit her here. She rarely calls."

"Her daughter's kid?"

"The only one," Wanda confirmed. "She keeps her distance, ever since her mum – Anna's daughter – passed. She just pays for, well, you."

I frowned. "That's sad."

"Yeah," Wanda agreed, breathing out.

The two of us spread the duvet over the double bed before I looked to her with a small smile.

"At least she has you," I pointed out. "It's nice you give up your free time to spend it with her."

"Like I said, it's good for me, too," she reminded me, returning the smile.

"So what do you do when you're not here keeping her company?" I asked curiously, moving to Anna's bedside to clear it up a little.

Wanda hid her smile behind a look of confusion. "Do you not– don't you recognise me?"

I quirked a brow, pausing my actions. "Am I supposed to?"

She snickered, shaking her head, eyes falling to the bed with mild disbelief. "I mean, I guess not. I'm–" She chuckled, looking to my confused face. "I'm one of the Avengers."

I studied her, her words not quite settling in. But when they did, I realised I actually recognised her and she was one of the Avengers.

"Oh my God!" I blurted, the penny finally dropping. "The one with the weird red energy powers! I mean– not weird but– the magic!"

She stifled laughter, nodding her head. Just like her smile, her laughter was contagious, too.

"Yeah, that's me," she confirmed.

I made a weird motion with my free hand, like I'd seen her do on TV when saving the day. "Does Anna know about your y'know?"

Wanda crossed her arms, raising a brow and watching me with a humoured gaze. "Is that supposed to be my powers?"

I stopped making the motion and felt my neck heating up. "I– yeah."

Laughter spilled from her lips yet again, automatically making me smile. I didn't mind that I'd made a fool of myself all of a sudden.

"Anna knows, yes," Wanda said with a bright smile. "She actually recognised me straight away. Much quicker than you. And she's eighty."

Waving my hand to distract from my flushed cheeks, I said, "Pfft, she probably confused you with someone else and played along when you told her who you were."

"Yeah, I'm sure that was it, ty milyy maneken," she retorted with her piercing gaze.

"No fair, my dictionary is in the other room," I said with a pout, and she only laughed even more.

"Guess you'll never know," she teased with a smirk, making me roll my eyes to distract from the way it made me feel when she stared at me like that.

It was much later on when I learnt that she had called me 'a cute dummy'. And that was the beautiful start to Wanda and I's introduction into each other's lives.

—

From then onwards, about eighty percent of the time I would go to care for Anna, Wanda was present, too and I didn't mind one bit. Not only did she keep Anna company, but she made my job a lot easier whilst keeping me company as well.

I was beginning to look forward to seeing her whenever I would open the door. Whether she was cleaning something up, playing board games with Anna or simply having a tidy up around the apartment, she'd always stop what she was doing and help me with whatever was in my hands as she greeted me at the door. It was adorable. She was adorable.

The few times she wasn't present because of work only made me miss her, the apartment feeling emptier than usual. Even Anna agreed, the two of us making up for the lack of the Sokovian girl's presence by distracting ourselves with other activities.

I was convinced Anna was warming up to me as she freely let me care for her without resistance. Obviously, she wouldn't be Anna if she didn't throw funny remarks my way or speak to me in Russian, knowing I didn't understand her, but it was tolerable. And I was liking her, too; she was easily becoming one of the best patients I cared for. There was just so much personality to her that I couldn't help but smile whenever I spoke to her.

One time, I was helping Anna out at her place when Wanda wasn't present. I was leading her into her bed when I decided now was a better time than ever to ask her about her birthday on Sunday, which I knew was then because of her file.

"So, I'll be seeing you in two days next," I told her as I pulled the duvet over her. "And a little birdie told me it's your birthday then. Eighty-one, Anna! That's amazing!"

She smiled but seemed embarrassed that I knew.

"Tell me what you want and I can make it happen," I said promisingly, smiling down at her.

She waved her hand. "I don't want anything, milaya (sweetie). Your presence is enough."

I chuckled. "As sweet as that is, I know everybody wants something for their birthday. Now please, Anna. What can I do to make the day a bit more special?"

She pondered my question momentarily and I waited for her to speak, hoping it was something doable.

"I would love to have a traditional Sokovian meal," she said reluctantly. "It's been a long time."

I breathed out quietly, patting her hand gently. "I can do that, Anna. Don't you worry."

She smiled genuinely, before shooing me away. "Okay, enough sappiness, ty mozhesh' uyti seychas (you can leave now)."

I laughed, standing up and dusting my pants off. I only knew what that phrase meant because she said it almost every time before my shift ended and I left for the day. I knew she didn't mean it as harshly as it sounded.

"I'm going, I'm going," I said, already heading to the door. "I'll see you Sunday, birthday girl."

She groaned quietly, making me grin, before I double checked everything was okay in the living-area and grabbed my stuff to leave.

As easy of a request that it was, I knew absolutely nothing about cooking a traditional Sokovian meal. But I knew of one person who did and instantly headed to Wanda's apartment next door to see if she was home.

With a quick knock, I waited patiently. I wasn't sure if she was even home since she hadn't visited Anna today and she usually did so if she was. When I was beginning to think she wasn't, I told myself I could Google a recipe and put something together, but then the door opened and revealed a tired-looking Wanda.

"Y/N," she said with surprise, but a friendly smile was on her lips nonetheless.

"Hey, I'm so sorry to disturb you this late, but I wanted to ask– wait, what happened to your face?" I stopped speaking and lost my own smile when I noticed the faint scratches and bruises dusting her skin.

"Oh, it's nothing–" she started, raising her hand, fingers wavering over her head, but I cut her off.

"Shit, Wanda, what happened?" I reached out, taking her hand in mine and studying the cast that was around her wrist. Concerned frown on my lips, I glanced up at her. "Are you okay?"

"It's fine, Y/N," she tried to reassure, but I couldn't help it as my worry got the better of me and I studied the cuts on her cheek. "I just came back from a mission. Minor injuries. Honestly."

I let go of her hand, realising I was still holding it, and nodded slightly. "Right..." Realising she must have been exhausted, I awkwardly stepped back and shook my head with realisation. "Sorry, I should go. I didn't mean to bot–"

"You were saying something," she interrupted, nodding encouragingly. "You wanted to ask me something. What is it?"

I paused, nodding. Admittedly, I was still worried about the bruises on her forehead. I knew she was an Avenger and this was probably the norm for her, but to me, it looked like she'd just got mugged. And the irregularity of that worried me.

"Yeah, I was saying," I finally found my words, trying to ignore the way her tired eyes peered at me hopefully. "It's Anna's birthday on Sunday and she wants to have a traditional Sokovian meal to celebrate. The only problem is, I don't know what that is." Wanda cracked a smile as I continued. "Do you, maybe, have a recipe I could use?"

"Of course," she said before motioning for me to follow her. "Come on in."

I followed after her, closing the door behind me, and stopped at the kitchen counter patiently. As she searched for a notebook in her drawer, I subtly glanced around, taking in the inside of Wanda's apartment. I'd never actually been in it before, but the minimal décor was very her. She didn't have many knickknacks and everything on display served a purpose.

"There's some recipes in here," she said, grabbing my attention. She slid the notebook across the counter and leaned forward with a smile. "Take your pick."

I flicked through it briefly, smiling at the notebook filled with recipes, all in Wanda's neat, cursive handwriting.

"Thank you," I said gratefully, looking up and catching her staring.

She perked up, clearing her throat as she nodded in response before looking the other way. Cute.

"Are you working on Sunday?" I asked with a raised brow, before rolling my eyes playfully. "What am I saying? Of course you're not. Not with that wrist."

She chuckled, still avoiding my eyes. "I'm not."

"Well, why don't you come over for her birthday? You can help me cook her a meal. Or rather, I can help you cook it since I'll probably screw it up."

Finally meeting my eyes, she smiled with amusement. "Are you sure?"

I gave her a knowing look, ignoring the butterflies swirling in my stomach as she held my gaze with her intense dark eyes. "Yes, I'm sure. Anna will love to celebrate with you. And..." I pursed my lips, taking a leap of faith and adding, "and I'd love it, too."

Wanda let out a quiet laugh. "You would, would you?"

I straightened up, smile widening. "Yeah, I would."

She tilted her head, studying me with a curious smile. "Well then, I clearly can't say no."

Something stirred in my chest the longer she watched me and I oddly liked it. It was obvious that Wanda was a beautiful girl with a heart of gold, but I guess I hadn't really acknowledged that I may have had feelings for her until now. And I didn't mind one bit.

"Great," I finally found my words, nodding slightly. "I'll see you Sunday."

She mirrored my expression, saying, "See you Sunday," and I knew I couldn't wait until then.

[punprincess321]

Hello I never do that xD but I have an idea for a shitpost about Mcree taking care of Hanzo who is under the weather but he plays Tsundere like I only accept your help cause I want get better.. X)

(I don't see overwatch fans often)

I love it!

*Hanzo has recently joined overwatch, but he can tell there's a lot of judgment towards him so he makes the attempt to not be a hassle. One day, Hanzo leaves his room, he's pale, shivering, and looks like a stiff breeze would send him crashing to the floor*

Jesse: *walks past and sees Hanzo leaning on the wall trying to walk* Hey Shimada, what's goin' on with ya?

Hanzo: *violently starts coughing* N-Nothing... I'm fine, don't trouble yourself with me... *he shambles away as quickly as possible*

-

*later, it's team training in the gym and Hanzo is paired up with Fareeha for sparring, everything cheers as Fareeha takes Hanzo down but McCree knows he's too weak*

Fareeha: *has Hanzo in a headlock* C'mon! I thought I was fighting a cold blooded killer!

Hanzo: *tries to get out of her grip but is wheezing badly, Fareeha scoffs and throws him aside, he shakily gets up and walks off, Genji looks at his brother worriedly and glares at his friends for gossiping*

-

*At dinner*

Genji: Fareeha you could have seriously injured Hanzo!

Fareeha: Why are you forgiving him!? Look what he did to you! *the others nod in agreement when suddenly Jesse's fist slams down on the table*

Jesse: I ain't no better than Genji's brother yet y'all treat me like family! And didja all suddenly forget what country the two are from? Japan is doped up on family and honor! They were also mob kids! Of course things'll be fucking up!

Genji: I didn't plan on being that blunt but thank you Jesse. Hanzo was forced to do this to me, we were both raised that way, if you have complaints about it then take it up with my family. *the whole table is silent* I'm going to visit master tomorrow, please treat my brother with respect, I chose to forgive him and I want you all to respect that decision.

-

*the next day, Genji leaves and everyone is hanging out in the lounge*

Hanzo: *walks in looking like he's suffering from the plague*

Lena: Hanzo?... ya look terrible...

Hanzo: *in a raspy tone* I-I'm fine... *collapses*

Jesse: Han! *runs over*

-

*A few hours later, Hanzo wakes up in his bedroom, a cold cloth on his head and a humidifier humming on his dresser*

Jesse: *walks in holding a tray of food* Hey there, you gave everyone a bit of a scare.

Hanzo: *coughs* I know you all dislike me, I doubt I worried anyone...

Jesse: Ya worried me... *puts down the tray and sits next to the bed* Hanzo I know how ya feel, you think you're human garbage and you were treated like it fer so damn long ya don't think anyone cares about you or yer wellbeing... I know whatcha did but I ain't no better, the others think they get t' judge ya because they don't know how you felt about what ya did but they don't, if they had that right I would probably rottin' in a prison cell till I was 80.

Hanzo: *tears up* I didn't want to do it...

Jesse: I know ya didn't partner... *feels Hanzo's forehead* yer fever's still pretty bad, luckily Angela had the decency to give me some medicine t' help ya get better.

Hanzo: It's fine McCree... I can handle myself...

Jesse: Nuh uh, seein' ya up and about in this state is enough of a scare and I don't want Genji bearin' his teeth. I'm yer personal nurse till ya get better.

Hanzo: *blushes* I don't need help, I'm fi- *grabs the trashcan on the side of his bed and vomits*

Jesse: You were sayin'?

Hanzo: *groans* If you help me will this agony end?

Jesse: Pretty sure.

-

*A few days later, Genji returns and finds McCree leaving Hanzo's room*

Genji: Jesse? What were you doing in Hanzo's room?

Jesse: Your brother is sufferin' from a pretty bad flu, I'm helpin' him get better.

Genji: He's sick!? How long has he been sick!?

Jesse: since before ya left, he didn't want to bug anyone so he said nothin', ended up passing out in the lounge, I got him to bed and Angie's been givin' me stuff t' make him better.

Genji: Why isn't he in the infirmary?

Jesse: I got the sense that Hanzo would try t' leave if he was there. He's just reading a book right now, Imma go get some extra blankets. *walks off*

Genji: *walks into Hanzo's room* Anija, I'm back.

Hanzo: *sitting in bed reading, he looks up and smiles before coughing* Hi Genji... How was Nepal?

Genji: It was nice, McCree told me you have the flu, are you alright?

Hanzo: I'm fine, Jesse has been treating me well.

Genji: I'm glad, he's a person I feel I can trust around you, especially in a vulnerable state like this. Anyway you should get some rest.

Hanzo: I will, thank you Genji.

-

*A few days later, Hanzo comes out of his room looking much better but still sniffling and wearing a mask, he walks into the kitchen*

Jesse: *sitting at the counter drinking tea and looking at his phone when he notices Hanzo* Hey Hanzo, feelin' better?

Hanzo: Well I don't feel faint anymore so that's a good sign.

Jesse: I'm glad, I made some chai tea, ya want sum?

Hanzo: that would be lovely, thank you.

Jesse: *pours him a cup and grabs a lozenge before handing him both* ya sound a bit hoarse, maybe suck on this while ya have yer tea.

Hanzo: *smiles and blushes a little* thank you for your concern about my health McCree, I appreciate your help very much.

Jesse: aww, don't mention it, happy to help a friend.

Hanzo: *chuckles and sips his tea, feeling better by the minute*

[tinysushimark]

Pick my calls up (Mk, 1.2k Words)

fluff 💖

*Calling Mark*

You were scared that something which you'd never know about must've happened. He was the kind to pick calls up in an instant. You had called him more than twice, but he still didn't pick up, making you even more anxious.

*Calling Haechan.*

"HELLOOOO!" Haechan yelled through the phone.

"Where is Mark?"

"Not with me."

"Can you look for him?"

"Y/n, did you call me to ask about him?"

"Yes, he isn't picking calls up."

"How many times did you call him?"

"Thrice."

"Omg, little y/nie is scared coz her boyfriend didn't pick her calls up and she called more than twice."

"You're an asshole."

"He's probably sleeping in his studio."

You cut the call when you heard Haechan say that. He probably fell asleep while working, yes. Of all the days, today was your day off so you couldn't even call anyone to pick you up and go to the company. You could always drive yourself, but you didn't want to. Its not like you had a choice, what if something had really happened.

When you reached the building, you saw your manager walk out from her cabin.

"Unnie!" You shouted to grab her attention.

She walked towards you with a smile on her face and grabbed your arm.

"Did someone call you here? You should've called me."

"Where is Mark?"

"How would i know that? How did you get here?"

"Drove myself."

Your manager didn't know where Mark was, no point talking to her anymore. You swiftly removed your arm from her grip and ran towards his studio.

The door was locked, so you knocked on it and waited. There was no response, so you knocked again. Then you noticed that the main switch from outside was switched off.

"Did he have recording today?" You thought to yourself.

You ran towards the recording studio which was just a few turns away from his studio.

You flung the door open and saw your producer.  You greeted him and he gave you a warm smile.

"Was Mark here today?" You asked him in a rush.

"No." He said, looking confused.

"Are you looking for him?"

"Yes. He hasn't been picking calls up."

"He's probably in the other recording studio, with the other producer."

"Got it, thank you."

The other recording studio was on another floor and on the complete opposite side of this one. Weighing your options, you swifted through the flight of stairs and walked as fast as you could. When you reached the recording studio and flung the door open, you saw him.

He was bitting his nails, hair a mess, mask down to his chin.

"Ahhh." He groaned.

"Pd-nim let's do this one again, it sounds so off key."

"Mark, come back tomorrow ok?"

"No, i wanna get this over with today."

"Listen to him." You said, all eyes turning to you.

You bowed to everyone in the room and took a seat next to him.

"We'll take 10." The producer said, making everyone walk out of the studio except for you and him.

"What's wrong?"

"I keep getting stuck at this one part." He said looking down at his lyric sheet.

"Its not the end of the world, you can record it tomorrow." You said grabbing his hands to make him stop fidgeting.

"I want to get it over with."

"Getting it over with, isn't gonna be your best shot. If you do it tomorrow maybe you'll do better than today." You tried to make eye contact.

"I'll make you the honey tea i drink before recording, tonight."

"Ok fine." He mumbled playing with your hands. "But u have to help me, with this part, i am just-" He looked up eyes almost on the verge of tears, he snuggled into your arm and let his tears slip. You patted his head from your other hand, resting your hand on his hair.

"Its ok baby." You said trying to silence him.

"I dont know how to make it not boring, why do the give me such boring parts. I always improvise and do my best, do u think I've lost my touch?"

"No, Mark. What the hell are you talking about babe, you're the best rapper I've ever met. You always put in so much hardwork and you always hide intricate details when you're recording your parts."

"You're saying that because you love me."

"No, I'm saying that because its the truth." You said hand resting on his cheek.

He stayed in your arms a little longer, burrying his face in your chest.

"Where is your phone?"

"Hm?" He looked up at you and then his eyes went wide, realisation hitting him.

"I dont have it."

"Yeah, but where is it?"

"I dont know."

Johnny opened the door and saw you two sitting close together and walked right back out.

"You're not interrupting anything, come in." You said loudly for him to hear.

"Thanks man." Johnny said, handing Mark's phone to him.

"You had his phone?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Coz he gave it to me before recording, and i asked for it coz i wanted to click pictures."

"Couldn't you pick my call up and say that he was recording?"

"You called?"

"Johnny hyung what the fuck?" Mark said, "Did you come here coz i didn't pick your calls up?"

"Of course, i got concerned."

"Ah hyung, what the fuck man?" Mark said again.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know you called, i dont know how to use androids in my defense."

After Johnny left, Mark snuggled up to you again.

"Thank god he didn't pick up." Mark said.

"Why?"

"You wouldn't have come over then." He smiled at you leaving a small kiss on your hand, which was on his cheek and then snuggling again. You giggled watching him behave this way. Who'd say that he was the same guy from when he performs. You poked his mole, making him look up.

"Let's go get dinner?"

"Yes, but can we eat something recording friendly?"

"Soup from your favourite restaurant."

"Ok."

He said getting up and putting his lyric sheets in his bag. He started to wrap stuff up when his producer walked in. Mark informed them that he'd record tomorrow evening and the producer smiled at you, knowing how you always convinced him that he could do better tomorrow.

You slowly walked out of the studio, holding hands when he asked you the question, you had hoped he wouldn't ask.

"How did you get here?"

"Drove myself." You said taking the keys out from your pocket.

"No you didn't."

"Yes I did."

"Omg, is my car fine?"

"You mean, our?"

"Y/n if there's a scratch, I'm not forgiving you."

"Who are you to forgive me? You don't remember when you straight up drove into a telephone pole?"

"Dont make me shout."

You spent the night trying to help him with his lyrics, the fact that you were a vocalist wasn't helping because he'd just end up laughing.

"I'm trying." You said and gave him puppy eyes.

"You made me take note of some changes which i should be making. So you did well."

He smiled at you, "You rap well."

"Don't make fun of me, Mark Lee." You said climbing in his lap.

"You did well tho." He said pinching your cheeks.

"Ooh, the tea! I'll make it and then we'll go to sleep, your throat needs rest." You said walking urgently to the kitchen.

The next evening you were anxious, hoping Mark was doing well during his recording.

*Message from Mark💖*

"Recording went well, see you at home."

You sighed in relief.

You knew he was getting you a present tonight.

[4joonkookie]

Gravity

(Mirror, Mirror part #2, [or not])

⚘ Paring: Jungkook x Reader

⚘Words: 3.8K

⚘Summary:

Part 2 of the Mirror, Mirror series. All parts can be read as a series or standalone. (Standalone) - You strike a lusty connection with a sexy stranger at a concert venue. OR (Series) - Unsure about the future of your relationship, you recall the first time you meet and fuck JK.

⚘Tags/Warnings:

SMUT, flirting, public foreplay, infatuation, established relationship, non-disclosure agreement, angst, rough sex, putting on a condom is sexy?, waxing nostalgic, noona!kink, destiny, series, career woman, Jungkook takes long showers, oops there's a plot, lots of research on that 'Euphoria' harness, Seokjin cameo, commitment issues, avoidant behavior, unresolved ending, ending up to reader interpretation, just wanted to write a sex scene in the mirror and it's manifested into 4 parts.

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You stand frozen in the mirror, looking at your reflection until it fortunately steams away from Jungkook’s hot shower.

Quit your stupid job. Please. Stay with me. And you don’t need to have an answer. But we have to talk about it.

You could be predictable and do exactly what Jungkook thinks. You can leave.

Or. You could head to the kitchen, start a pot of coffee and unpack your bags.

Memories flood your mind, keeping you still.

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The thousands of seats in the stadium are empty but ample employees work through set-up and dress rehearsal for the concert happening tonight.

You stand on the stage watching the staff secure a performer to the platform harness, tightening a cable around his waist. They shuffle to finish and take steps back to watch the man be lifted, hung and swayed above the stadium seats.

This is the last item on your agenda today before you can head back to the hotel and rest for an early flight tomorrow.

The performer is slowly lowered down to the stage.

Working for these large venues means traveling, living in hotel rooms and keeping you too busy to take advantage of endless complimentary show tickets. Most of them go to waste or are given away . A “friend” (one of the many that come out of the woodwork depending on what show is in their city) casually asked about tickets to this particular concert. You told her the stadium is sold out but you had 2 tickets and weren’t planning on using them.

Your ears still ring with the high-pitched shriek she wailed into the receiver.

When the man lands safely back on the stage, you approach him. “How is it? Does it feel okay?” you say, in your best client - friendly voice as he steps off the device.

“Do I have to wear the wrist harness?” He rubs where the looped fabric has reddened his skin.

“It kind of burns.”

You scrunch your face before replying. “Yes, you have to wear the harness. It’s a liability if you don’t.” you say, matter-of-factly.

“A liability.” It’s not clear if he’s parroting you or asking a question.

“Right,” you nod. You signed a contract.”

“I did?” his hand on his chest, genuinely surprised.

“Well, someone did,” gesturing to the plentiful staff of his company.

“What does it say?”

“It says the stadium isn’t responsible for anything that happens to you if you don’t use the moving platform as recommended, I.E. with the wrist harness.”

He doesn’t reply. “Sorry.”, you add. Just trying to keep you and your 5 friends safe.”

“6,” he corrects you.

“6 What?”

“There’s seven of us. Me and 6 friends.”

You quickly apologize, realizing you may have come off rude and too eager to leave. You have no idea who he is but he’s not the first diva you’ve dealt with. You turn on the charm and start sucking up to the talent, as your job often requires.

“But if the fabric of this one is too rough on you...,” you briefly rub your hand over the reddening skin on his hand. “I think I have one in a different material that’ll be gentler on your skin.”

He laughs shyly and smiles. It wasn’t your intention to flirt but his reaction made it feel like you were. It makes him seem a little young.

“It’s ok.” He laughs again, containing a smile. “It’s not too rough,” eyes glancing at your lips and moving to your eyes. The wind blows his dark hair over his face but you can still see his eyes. His near smolder throws you off, causing you to dart your own eyes down.

“Are you sure?” feeling blood rush to your chest and face as the distance between your bodies begins to close.

“Yes.” He thanks you by name after quickly getting a glimpse at your name badge. “Is that your job? Making sure everyone is safe?” Embarrassed by your initial touch, he seems more confident now.

“Sort of,” you reply shortly.

Really, your job is to prevent the venues from being sued. Charming (and albeit, sometimes flirting) with talent is part of the job, so, you’re not sure why this random has such a pull on you. Or why your palms are sweating and your mind is going foggy.

“Wait here,” you instruct.

He nods and you jog to an equipment room backstage to retrieve another wrist harness. This one is made of silicone instead of fabric. You hurry back to him and worry you’re out of breath when you return.

“Here.” You pull the moving platform to you, stepping on your tiptoes to unhook the fabric loop. He holds out his hand to take the new one from you. You offer it and he easily reaches to hook it on, making you feel small as you return back to your flat feet.

“Hopefully, it’s a bit gentler for you,” you tease, taking some advantage of his bashfulness.

“Thank You.” He smiles. Your bodies are closer now and you can feel his breath.

Swallowing, “Do you want to try it.?” Soap and cologne fill your nostrils.

“Try what?” keeping his lips parted, eyes searching your face.

“The harness.” You pull the still-hanging platform and hold your foot down on the device so he can step easily onto it again. He raises his arm above his head and you loop his hand through the strap. You pull the belted cables and secure them tightly around his waist, feeling rigid muscles under his oversized t-shirt. He winces when you snap the belt closed.

“Speaking of rough,” he scolds, looking down at you, the world closing in quickly on you both.

“Safety first.” One of your feet between his, holding him down to the stage on the small platform. You could’ve had staff do it but eliminating this closeness seems wrong. “Ready?” you say, hands hanging from his belt.

His eyes peek down at your lips again. “Ready.” You step off the platform and give a thumbs up to staff working the cables above the stadium. They pull him for a few laps, flying around, giving you a moment to compose yourself.

When he lands, you replace your foot between his. “Better?” you ask, rising to your tippy-toes to unloop his wrist, letting your fingertips graze on the top of his hand.

“Better,” he replies, smiling ear-to-ear now. You wrap your arms around his waist again to remove the cables.

Behind him, a group of men huddle together at the end of the stage, conspicuously giggling and immediately stopping when your eyes find them.

“Are those your 6 friends?” you question, as you unhook the belt, embarrassed that you acted as if you were alone.

He steps off and rolls his eyes, endeared. “That’s them.”

“Ok.” You rub your face, trying to coax yourself back into reality. “You’ll let me know if you or your friends need anything?”.

He nods respectfully and thanks you by name again.

“You’re welcome.” You offer a wave and turn to slink away. You cringe when he calls you again. You turn to find a sheepish grin on his face.

“Do you know my name?” he asks with a knowing look.

You try to be casual. “No, I don't. You don’t have a name badge like me.” You take another step forward, being pulled in like a magnet again, onlookers be damned. “I’m sorry. I don’t know who you or your friends are. Will you forgive me?” looking up, controlling the urge to pout at him.

He scrunches his nose. “It’s ok. Kind of makes me feel normal.”

Funny, he seems normal to you. Your faces are too close to call this any kind of “schmoozing” or “sucking up” but you can’t drag yourself away.

“Your name?” scanning him from head to toe.

He crooks his mouth and inhales sharply. “I don’t know, I kind of like it this way.” He leans in closer, voice getting lower. “Is there somewhere we can go?” tongue running over his cotton-candy lips. “I promise to introduce myself.” He's painstakingly bold now and not a second too soon because you’re practically putting on a show, center stage. “Or is that a liability too?” he teases.

“I guess that depends on how rough you plan on being,” you taunt back and he exhales a breathy moan. “Follow me.” He takes your hand and you lead him to the office buildings in the stadium, empty on a Saturday.

“Is this part of your job too? Seducing singers?” he asks, as you approach the glass doors. You stop in your tracks before inserting a key into the lock of the building.

“I am NOT seducing you.” Reflecting on the last few minutes, you hardly believe it yourself.

He raises an eyebrow at you. “And no,” you continue. “I’ve never done this before.” You insert a key in the lock and turn your wrist.

“So, why me?” a hand still clasped with yours.

“Still figuring that out,” you reply, opening the door. “I’d hate for you to feel like I'm taking advantage of you, do you want to stop?”

He pulls the door open. “No.” gesturing for you to walk inside. You hardly make it in before he pins you to the wall right away, hooking his index fingers in your belt loops.

You look at him closely. “How old are you?”

“You first,” he says with a sly smile.

“Old enough.” You give him a playful shove.

Looking at him long again, “20.” you guess, sounding confident.

He grips around your waist. “How do you know that?”

You look up at him, thoughtfully. His lips are millimeters from yours. “Just a feeling,” you whisper. His lips finally press against yours, soft pecks at first. You breathe each other in and your mouth opens to him when he lifts a hand to the back of your neck.

He slots his legs between yours, heatedly pushing you harder against the wall. His lips move to your neck and both pairs of greedy hands squeeze and tug at each other's bodies.

Unfazed by still being visible through glass doors, you slip your hands under the belt of his pants to give his ass a squeeze and push his groin more roughly against you.

It gets more desperate, both of you panting and sweating through your clothes, still against the wall. He lifts up your shirt to grope at your breasts when you hear the speakers.

“Jungguuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuk, let’s goooooooo! We need to get ready!”

You peek out of the glass to see two other members shouting for Jungkook into hot microphones. He lets out a heavy sigh and kisses you hard again.

“Jungkook ,” you whisper. Like a prayer falling from your lips, naming the pull of his gravity.

He looks at his watch which prompts you to look at yours. 5 o’clock.

“I have to go. Can I see you later? Are you busy?” still panting and pressed against you.

“Aren’t you?” running fingers through strands of his chocolate hair.

“Later, later. After the concert, 10 or 11. “You’re staying for the concert?”

“Yeah,” you lie.

His name still blares over stadium speakers. He groans and pushes his forehead to yours. It’s a relief that he feels stuck to you too.

You begin to offer, “I have a hotel nearby, you can…”

He laughs. “Sorry, I can’t really do that. Can I have your number? I’ll have my lawyer find you tonight.”

“What?” you ask, confused.

“You know… liability and legal stuff.” A hundred voices tell you to end this right now. And one voice has you unhooking a pen hanging from your name badge and listing digits on his hand.

He plants one more kiss on you and just like that, he’s gone. You let your back slide down the wall until you’re sitting on the floor, taking a moment before you head back to the hotel to change clothes, put on your staff badge to blatantly take advantage of your job and enter a concert you don’t have tickets for.

You re-enter the stadium without suspicion and blend into the standing room. Any sense of nervousness disappears. You lose yourself in the magic of the show and his talent on stage, now done up and dressed in almost a costume. Still beautiful.

At intermission, a stranger in a suit calls you by name and introduces himself as the lawyer. You walk into an empty office as the stadium still buzzes. He talks and talks and talks. Then, he takes out a stack of paperwork, a non-disclosure contract.

You sign in about a hundred places. You know better, you should be taking time to read and sign carefully but your mind is fogged with the idea of getting your hands back on him, whoever he is.

“Ok. You’re all set,” the lawyer says, after a final signature.

“What happens next?” wondering when you reap the benefits of signing your life away.

“He’ll be in touch, I guess.” The lawyer shrugs and you walk him to the arena exit.

The concert ends and you head to an office to wait, unsure if you should leave the stadium.

Finally, a message from an unknown phone number with an address and hotel room appears on your phone screen. A knot forms in the pit of your stomach. You feel compelled to tell someone where you’ll be going only to remember that you signed an NDA that forbids just that.

You try to reply to the number and an error message immediately returns. “Sender not available”.

What the fuck. You stop and take a deep breath. This could be dangerous and now it’s going beyond “sexy” danger. You try unsuccessfully to convince yourself to stop thinking with your genitals and about the sexy stranger you needed to finish that kiss with.

It doesn’t feel real. You open an internet tab and search his name.

What a mistake. All the blood in your body floods to your core, knowing this man was potentially waiting in a bed for you makes your mind even hazier. Before you can catch up to your thoughts, you rush to your car to drive the short distance to the hotel.

Silent security guards escort you through the lobby and up the elevator. When the doors reopen, Jungkook has his back propped against a wall, expecting you. His hands are in the pockets of sweatpants. He doesn’t look like he did on stage anymore. Not like the pictures. His freshly showered and bare-faced appearance disarms your anxious mind.

“I’ve narrowed down who you are,” you start. “You’re either a big deal or an axe murderer.”

He laughs. “What if I told you neither is true?” He pulls you close by your waist and places a quick kiss on your lips. It’s too casual, like some muscle memory you never knew you had.

“The paperwork? The spoofed phone number?” you gently scold, as he leads you to a door in the hallway.

“You still came,” he says, opening the room door.

“Yeah, what does that say about me?” walking in ahead of him and taking a moment in self-deprecation.

“That you want to finish that kiss as much as I do,” door closing behind him.

You smile to yourself as you face away, heart fluttering at the notion that his idea mirrored yours. You turn to approach him.

“It was a little more than a kiss,” you flirt, placing your arms around his neck.

“Yeah…” his hands wrap around your waist again and his lips hungrily find yours. He bites gently on your bottom lip, eliciting a whimper from you.

“Sorry if that’s a little rough,” he teases, taking his mouth to yours again letting his hands roam. He adds: “I promise i’m not ‘axe-murderer’ rough,” he chides, and you both giggle between kisses. You sink into the familiar and comfortable space, regardless of being actual strangers . You lift off his shirt, eager for what you felt earlier, running hands gratuitously over his chiseled chest and abs.

“Do you want a drink or…” he’s graciously offering between kisses.

“No,” breaking your lips just long enough to reply, knowing he’s got exactly what you need right now.

Clothes are tossed in the air and landing on the floor before he lays you on the bed and the heated pace slows. He mounts on top of you and places slow kisses down your neck and chest while lowering the straps of your bra and kneading your breasts beneath the fabric. He takes nipples into his mouth, warm tongue circling, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin. Your encouraging hands, tangled in his hair.

He moves to your mouth again, offering his tongue, slow but deep. He pulls your panties around your ankles and allows the palm of his hand to slide against your thigh before he can reach his thumb to stroke between your folds, causing you to shudder. He sucks at the tip of his thumb and moves his hips to push his still clothed cock against your center. You wrap your legs around him, urging him closer, needy for his friction.

“Be back,” he says, leaving a peck on your cheek. He walks to a bag on a nearby table, rustles through and retrieves a condom. You sit up on the edge of the bed as he struts back to you. He presents the foil square between 2 fingers. You peel it open, looking up at him. The back of one of his hands strokes your cheek while his other lowers the waistband of his boxer briefs, revealing himself. You instinctively grip his shaft to plam slow strokes along his length and take pleasure in watching his eyes roll back.

You release your hand to pull the condom from it’s open wrapper, place it on the tip and use 2 hands to roll it down to the base before discarding the wrapper on the nightstand and pulling his underwear to the floor.

Leaning down to kiss you, he asks, “What do you want?”

You search for the words but opt to stand and silently guide him to sit back on the bed. He’s satisfied to follow your action as you straddle his lap and use your hand to brace his hard cock on your swollen center, rubbing up and down, slicking the rubber further. You guide yourself onto him, digging your nails into his shoulders slightly when you feel how he spreads you open, stretching and adjusting.

He groans when you reach the base, pushing down on your hips and shifting beneath you, getting deeper and widening your stretch. You whimper and squirm as you adjust.

“Too rough?” he teases.

“Not at all, '' you say, lifting your hips again and meeting the base faster. He pushes you down again, lifting his lap up.

“Good,” he breathes out, shakily.

You create a rhythm with your legs lewdly spread and circle your lower body, his shaft grinding against your sensitive walls, encouraged by his quickening breath.

His eyes are glued to your hips, watching them move. He slams you down a little harder, testing you. You both grunt when he meets the hilt.

You encourage his hand on your center, placing his hand on yours and setting the speed for him. He takes the cue and continues on his own, watching your face. You drop your head to his neck. He lifts you by your chin. “Let me see you.” The sensation is too much, and you're embarrassingly close. He quickens his pace below you, your own hips hardly moving anymore. You look down, entranced by his fingers. He uses his free hand to tug back on your hair.

“I said let me see,” you pulse around him at the words, a delighted smile on his face as he watches.

Still inside, he flips you on your back and buries himself balls deep inside you with an audible slap, bed rocking at the motion.

“Too much?” he sounds sincere.

“More,” you reply, challenging him anyway. He thrusts hard into you again with a sinister grin and keeps his pace, watching diligently as you take all of him. You whine at his deep strokes and he pins your wrists above your head, rendering you helpless as the pressure coils again at your center.

His grunts get lighter, whinier as he grips your wrists tighter.

“Fuck, Jungkook,” you curse, and grope at his tensing ass cheeks when he comes. His thrusts become slow and shallow before sliding out of you. He takes a moment to lay his head on your chest before pulling and tying the condom off, tossing it.

He collapses beside you so you’re shoulder to shoulder and you fall into conversation, for too long and too late but you both delight in it, taking in more of each other.

“When can I see you again?” he asks as you prepare to leave, sunrise peeking through the curtains.

You’re a little surprised. The circumstances had you assuming this as a one-night thing.

“What do you mean?” you ask, unsure.

He gives you a suspicious side-eye. “Can I see you again?”

You attempt to shake down the guard you have up and smile at him.

“When?” you question, as his gravity pulls you back to the bed where he lies.

You lie side by side and compare schedules. It would be the first of hundreds of times you do this, comparing calendars and forcing your lives together.

You’re not sure when you stop forcing it but it’s happened. Now, 3 years later, you’re frozen at a fork in the road, torn to make a decision, knowing you can’t continue to drag him through your hesitation. You pick up your bag and head to the front door.

This first memory and a million others flood your thoughts.

When you saw him for the second time, weeks later, your hands wouldn’t stop shaking. You remember his flattered, cheeky smile.

The time you both got food poisoning and shared the bathroom floor for 3 days.

Surprising him backstage one night and sucking him off before a performance. His face was priceless.

The time he was so exhausted from touring he just slept for the 15 hours you were together. And you contentedly watched until you had to part again.

Taking a spontaneous flight just to get tattoos.

When you told him you loved him on the plane. “I love you.” The words slip out effortlessly, you don’t even remember what you were talking about. He’s pleasantly surprised and almost proud that you say it first. He reciprocates your words and seals it with a kiss on your forehead. “I love you too.”

Playing domestic during quarantine and settling into a chosen family when the world comes to a screeching halt.

The look on his face when he fucked you in the mirror last night.

His disappointed face before he got in the shower today.

You don’t notice Seokjin until he speaks, passing by you on his way to the kitchen.

“Leaving, noona?”

You don’t respond, still facing the closed door.

“Do you need help with your bag?” he’s walking up to you now.

“Noona,” he places a hand on your shoulder. “Are you going?”

Part 3/4 HERE

[nebulousfishgills]

Our Reality

("In Reality," Part 2)

Request by @cuddleluv : can you PLSSSSSS make a part 2 to the “in reality” ff 😩 I’ve got idea for it too! so y/n moves on and yk gets a new lover (you could choose who lol) and Wanda realizes what she lost after she sees y/n with her new lover and tries to get her back but y/n rejects her because her new lover respects and loves her

Ahhhh I'm so glad part one was so well received! Apologies for not getting this out sooner, I've been just so busy and, being honest, was seriously debating whether or not to actually create a second part. But I've gotten a few requests for it, a new experience for me. So here you go! ❤

I chose your new partner to be Natasha because why not?

Warnings: Angst, feels, swearing, Natasha x Reader (just in case you don't vibe with that) fluff (from Natasha), like, one very brief mention of sexual ideas

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"Tasha, did something burn in here?" You asked, entering the kitchen with a wrinkled nose. Natasha's face poked out from the faint smoke coming from the oven, her hand fanning it away.

"Well, it was supposed to be cookies for your birthday, but I guess that's not happening." She said, her cheeks turning a little pink. You felt heat bloom in your chest at the sweet gesture. Your face broke out into a grin.

"Aww, Tasha, you didn't have to do that!" You said.

"I almost wish I hadn't; it smells awful in here." Nat replied sheepishly.

"Well, at least you tried. That's more than enough."

Your mind wandered back to the events of a few months ago and your nasty breakup with Wanda at your word choice. She hadn't even tried to make an effort with you. You were just some disposable girlfriend to her. Something to distract her.

For weeks you had wallowed in self pity before deciding to get yourself back out there again. Slowly, sure. And you certainly weren't going to prey on a down on their luck possible partner for food and fucks. You were bigger than Wanda in that sense, at least.

After yet another failed date, you were walking home with your heels in your hands and dirt on your feet. You could keep your head held high and look around more.

Someone grabbed for your bag and started running off with it. You screamed after them, calling for someone to help. You were running out of breath not long after, ready to say goodbye to your possessions when the thief was suddenly knocked down. A woman with bright red hair had punched him in the face and sent him to the ground with a roundhouse kick. You approached her as she picked up the bag.

"Is this yours?" She queried.

"Y-yes. Thank you." You replied.

"No problem. But..."

"But?"

"Well, I saved your purse. So it's only fair we get coffee later." The redhead smirked at you. "Unless you would rather not."

"No, of course. It's the least I can do...?"

"Natasha."

"Natasha." You repeated. "The coffee place around the corner from here? Tomorrow at 9?"

"Sounds like a date."

And that's how you had met Natasha. Part of you had been worried remembering how you had first met Wanda after a bad morning. Well, having a bad evening could mean something different, you had figured. Sure enough, you and Nat had met for coffee and hit it off almost immediately. Now you both had a quaint little apartment together and you honestly hadn't ever felt happier.

Well, maybe you had been when you were still with Wanda, but those memories had soured knowing what she had really thought of you.

"Well, the cookies are a bust. How about we go to the cupcake place down the street and grab a few?" Nat suggested.

"That's the best alternative you could have suggested, Tasha. I'll grab my things."

"Okay, but I'm buying. It's still your birthday."

"If you insist."

***

"How about six lemon and six (your favorite cupcake flavor)?" You said.

"Sure thing. The order should be ready in a few minutes." The cashier said, jotting down the order and delivering the ticket to the back as Nat handed over the cash for the dozen cakes.

"I'm gonna go use the restroom, (Y/N). You can wait outside and I'll grab the cakes when I finish." Nat said, kissing your forehead.

"Okay."

The little bell dinged a few times as you exited the store, taking in the fresh air. The thought of the cupcakes made your stomach rumble the more moments passed. You pulled out your phone to distract yourself while you waited.

"(Y/N)?" A voice said from your left. You looked up at the direction of the voice and your breath immediately hitched.

Wanda.

"Oh. Hello, Wanda." You said curtly, returning your gaze to your screen.

"How... are you doing?" Wanda asked you.

"Like you care." You mumbled. Wanda didn't hear the comment, standing in silence for a moment.

"Okay, (Y/N), I have the cupcakes." Nat said, coming out of the store with a lavender box in her hand.

"Thanks, Tasha." You said, pecking her lips. Maybe this was petty; Nat wasn't big on PDA, but Wanda was standing right there and... it was too good to pass up.

"You're... Dating Nat?" Wanda asked.

"Yes. And?"

"...nothing, I guess."

"Exactly."

Wanda seemed to notice the box in Nat's hand (the redhead analyzing the conversation carefully so she could pull you away if need be), reading the label on the lid.

"Oh? What's the occasion?" Wanda asked, testing the waters. You inhaled sharply, turning on your heel to face Wanda.

"I would have been more surprised if you had actually remembered my birthday, all things considered. It's not like you cared anyways.

"(Y/N), wait--"

"February 16th, Wanda. That's the day you were born. That's right, I actually put in an effort to remember." You snapped.

"I... I... Y/N, listen, I--"

"Oh, here it comes. Wanda's Pity Party. Well, go ahead. Say what you have to." You folded your arms and stared at Wanda like a mad bull. The brunette bit her lip and rubbed the back of her neck sheepishly.

"I... look, I realize that I was being wildly insensitive and I should never have strung you along like that. I understand that and I deeply apologize. I was hoping that we might be able to move past this and... maybe be friends?" She said quietly. At this, you had to laugh.

"Friends? It's gonna take a lot more than that to even get close to friends, Wanda." You said haugtily. Then, you finally sighed. "I appreciate at least a small apology, though. But I don't ever see myself forgiving you."

"Y/N--" Wanda reached her hand out, but you batted it away.

"If you ever try to touch me again, I swear to God I'll--"

"Y/N, sweetheart, I think we should go." Natasha intervened before things could get worse. You glared at Wanda before walking back over to Nat and allowing her to place an arm around your shoulders. You glanced back at Wanda when you both started walking away. She looked crestfallen standing in the middle of the sidewalk. As much as you wanted to feel bad for her, you couldn't. Choosing to put on a brave face while you wiped your tears, you pulled out one of the cupcakes from the box in Nat's hand.

It was still your birthday after all. You would at least try to make it a good one.

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Dangerous | Helmut Zemo

AU! Race car driver Zemo 😎

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Part 6

The eve of race day. You had woken up early as planned. Zemo would be here soon to pick you up. You had packed a little case for the weekend, but you had spent the entire in nervous excitement.

You would be staying with Zemo. At his place. Just the two of you.

Your phone buzzes in your pocket.

Zemo: I'm outside.

You grab your bag and head outside, locking up behind you. Not at all surprised to find another car of his waiting for you. He was leaning against the hood of the car.

You smile as you approach him.

"Miss me?" You asked, teasing him.

"Every day since I left."

You laugh softly, but you could tell he meant his reply. Your poor heart was going crazy.

Zemo takes your bag and puts it safely in the car. You climb in while he does. Once he's in, you settle for the long drive down to the track. The radio plays quietly in the background.

"You can sleep if you like, I promise there won't be any speed racing along the way," he chuckles.

You smile as you get as comfortable as you can in a car. "I think I'll do that, an hour or so."

You're didn't even make an hour before you woke up, but a lot of distance had been covered. Zemo smiles at you as you shift in your seat, waking up fully.

"Coffee?"

You glance down to see two take out cups, steam still rising from them, slotted between you in cup holders. You smile as you take one.

"Thanks. You stopped for coffee?"

"The least I could do for coming to get you so early," he smiles sweetly. "I can pull over at the next stop if you're hungry, but we won't be on the road for too much longer now."

"I'll wait then. Thanks." You open the cup and inhale that delicious scent. A beautiful way to wake up.

Conversation is kept causal for the rest if the trip. Soon Zemo pulls up at a nice house. He wasn't kidding when he said it was bigger than your little apartment.

You climb out of the car and look up at it.

"This is nice."

"Thank you. It's just one of my houses." He comes to stand beside you. You eye him in slight suspicion.

"One of your houses? How many houses do you have?"

"Several. Most of them in Europe."

You continue to look at him with suspicion.

"I figured you had money because of all the cars, but I'm thinking there's more to it than that."

He gives a cheeky grin as he walks up to the front door.

"Perhaps."

Who is this man?

You follow him to the door and then enter as he opens it for you. The inside is super nice. Doesn't exactly looked lived in, but you can tell it's his place.

"Now this suits you," you say, looking around the room.

"Does it? You fit in quite nicely too."

You smile as you make yourself comfortable. Zemo drops your bag by the door and comes over to sit with you.

"I have something I want to ask you. I don't need an answer right away, but I want to ask you now."

"Why is it?" You turn tour body so you're giving him your full attention.

"I have been debating this for days, but what you say if I asked you to work for me?"

Your gaze flickers between his eyes, your brain trying to catch up with what he just said. Work for him? Like... work for him? What would you even do?

"You do realise I'm no mechanic. I make coffee for a living."

"I'm aware."

"What can I possibly do for you?"

"Assist me? Manage me?" He sat their smirking at you.

"Manage you? I don't know what in doing most of the time, and you want me to manage you? Don't you have a manager?"

"Myself."

"You can do that?"

"I can," he chuckles. "If you worked with me, you could be at every race. I would get to see you every day."

"You are honest to God serious?"

"I am."

You gaze down at your lap in thought. He was actually offering you a job. You would have so much to look up before hand, but what if you took it?

You look up to see him looking at you.

"I'll think about it."

"That's all I ask for," he says, smiling. He gets up and heads into the kitchen to make you breakfast.

You're already pulling out your phone, researching what you may need to help him.

It would be pretty cool to tell people you were the manager of Helmut Zemo. Certainly more exciting than the barista who makes nice coffee.

You eat, Zemo shows you the room he had made up for you, and then you both head out to see the car. You spend all day watching him go up and down the airstrip, beating his own record.

He was ready for tomorrow.

Race day. You're both up early. Zemo talks you through the day and what he has prepared for you. You're on the list for his crew, so you'll have access to the areas he team do. You still get to watch from his stand.

Of course, you arrived together. He parks up and you walk into the stadium. You're keeping your eye out. Zemo knows what for.

It's not until you're outside waiting for Zemo to change when you see them. Stark has arrived, in his gear, your friend under his arm as they wave at the crowds. All cameras on them.

He did it. He made it public.

Your friend was smiling away and waving at people, kissing his jaw and placing her hand on his chest.

Despite the display, it didn't seem real to you. She couldn't see it, but you could.

A hand is placed in your shoulder. You look up to see Zemo standing beside you. His eyes are on you, but you know he saw them.

"She may not forgive me, but I will not forgive him for breaking her heart when the time comes."

Zemo says nothing and nods once.

You turn your eyes away from the 'happy couple' and look at the car. It looked all shiny and new.

"You've got this today," you say, turning to smile at him.

"I know," he replies with a cocky smile.

You find yourself teaching for his hand and smiling softly at him. His fingers curl around yours.

"I'll be right here when you cross that finish line," you tell him.

"And then drinks."

"Ah yes, our date. How can I forget?"

"I have one more request before I go out there."

"Oh?"

Zemo brings you entwined hands to his lips and kisses yours softly.

"Call me Helmut. I want to hear you say my name at least once."

You smile.

"Alright. Then, this is for you, Helmut." You lean in and press a firm kiss to his cheek, caressing the other one with your free hand.

He smiles.

The way you say his name sets alight all those feelings be bad been trying to contain.

You pull away.

"You better go."

You can hear the racers being called to the starting line. He squeezes your hand and reluctantly lets go. You pick up his helmet and give it to him. Once it's on, he climbs into the car and you watch as he follows the other drivers. You quickly climb over the barricade to the stands and watch from up there, wanting to see his car for as long as you could.

You hadn't noticed the way your friend had been looking at you from across the way.

You stand on edge. You had this really good gut feeling in your stomach. Something was telling you this was going to be the day.

The lights change. The engines rev. You close your eyes to listen to the sound. It's the greatest sound in the world. The flag waves, tyres spin. They're off.

You don't even realise you're holding your breath.

The cars are out of sight so quickly, you then your gaze to the screen. Right there in front of you is Stark and Zemo.

They move in perfect sync around the track, not once colliding with the other. It's almost as if they're playing a careful game. Your poor lip will be so sore from your nervous nibbles.

Stark takes the lead for quite some time, but Zemo is right there behind him.

"Please. Please." You're whispering to yourself. You have fingers crossed, you're unable to stand still as you watch, you're pleading with whoever is listening.

The last leg of the race is approaching.

The standard across from you cheer loudly. That's Stark's lot.

You're beginning to doubt that feeling you had.

It all happens so quickly.

Just as you blink, that purple beauty of a car pulls ahead. It's as if it had been saving it's energy for the last hurdle. You gasp sharply as he pulls so far ahead, even Stark is confused. You're not sure if you dreamt it or it as that car speeds across the finish line.

You can't contain how happy you are. You run from the stands, jump the barricade and run as fast as your feet will take you. By the time you get down to the arena, all cars have crossed the line. No casualties on this day.

Zemo is out of his car, helmet taken from him by one of the others. He sees you coming and opens his arms. You're off your feet as soon as your arms around him. He's laughing in your ear.

"You did it! You did it!" You're laughing, smiling, cheering.

He puts you down, but he doesn't let go. You hold onto him tightly. People gather to take photos or to try and interview him, but neither of you care.

You pull back enough to look at him.

He kisses you.

Right there in front of everyone. Cameras are flashing, people are shouting his name.

No one else matters.

You smile against his lips.

You only let go when you have to. He gets taken off for his award, but you're not far behind. You're so proud of him.

Stark looks at him from the second place podium. Your friend on the other side from where you stand.

She doesn't look happy.

Once the formalities are over, Zemo returns to you and puts his arm around your shoudler. You're both smiling like fools as you walk back.

He beat Stark. He did it.

And he kissed you!

You're over the moon. This could honestly be pinned as the best day of your life.

It's not until you're out of sight from the press when he pins you up against the wall and claims your lips again. You melt against him, letting him kiss you over and over.

Neither of you were even bothered about the race anymore. He just wanted you.

You part, but only slightly.

"Zemo-"

"No."

"Helmut," you chuckle, "I'm accepting the job offer."

"That didn't take much convincing," he teases.

You roll your eyes and pull him back to you, kissing him again.

Meanwhile, in Stark's locker, your friend was going crazy. She was looking at her phone which was blowing up with images of you and Zemo kissing.

Today was suppose to be the day she could proudly go public about her and Stark, but even that had been stolen from them.

Tony looked at her from across the room.

"Let me tell you something interesting," he said, not all sounding affected by his loss today.

She goes over to hear what he has to say.

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1. HUMAN DOGS

pairing: isaac lahey x fem!reader!mikaelson (Slow burn), derek hale x ex-lover!reader, mcCall pack x platonic!reader, original family x sister!reader, stiles stilinski x platonic!reader (at the moment)

sypnosis; Y/N Mikaelson arrives in a small town with the hope of becoming independent and having a new life but a near accident will turn her plans around and risk them knowing who he is.

Has the war of Original Vampires and Wolves started?

The smallest of the Mikealsons, will she be with a wolf?

Will Isaac accept Y/N?

warnings; none

author’s note: hello baeess, welcome to a new #saturdayofyouaremikaelson!!! I only hope you enjoy this chapter because your emotion excites me and if your emotion excites me, I will be excited to do more chapters to excite you. see you next week 😺

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YOU WERE ENTERING Beacon Hills while looking at the forest around you which looked spooky, possibly because it was night or they were infested with those human dogs. Possibly both. You still remember the faces of Niklaus, Kol and Elijah knowing that you would live here. You think it was the best thing in the world, but you get it. That your sister, the youngest of the Mikaelson clan, decides to move alone, with no one from her family nearby and in a "city" full of dogs. You would also worry.

It began to be heard on the radio lurk from the neighborhood to which you began to hum it. This century was very different: 16-year-olds look like 18 or 19, their type of clothing... You did not complain, it is better than the clothes of before.

Six teens and two adults appeared out of nowhere to which you stopped. You got out of the car and they watched you from head to toe. One in particular made your blood run cold. Derek Hale...

You sighed and spoke.

"Forgiveness! Are you okay?" You asked, and the bearded one came up to you.

"What are you doing here?" He asks and you start to breathe. Human dogs have to hear it and feel it so they know that you are not something supernatural. Speaking of that title, it's the best series and more daddy Dean. You pulled myself out of your thoughts and looked from left to right to fix your gaze on the dark haired man.

"Me?" He nodded. "Sorry. Do I know you?"

"Don't act, Mikaelson," he snap at and Peter comes closer to both of you. The Good Peter, he was more your brother than the ones you have, well not so much like that but he was like a brother.

"I think you're wrong" you say to see him in the eyes. "My name is not like that" you say playing stupid, well! When you don't? Coming here you thought that Derek and Peter would leave and more because of what happened to his sister who did not doubt that Peter would kill her. But just in case you knew you would have to change your first and last name.

"It's not a name," says the older of the two raising an eyebrow. "What's your name?" He ask.

"Diane Jones" you say pretending to be a little scared. You saw how Derek would glare at you deadly and the teens stared at the scene in confusion. Wow! The redhead's shoes were fantastic.

"What brings you to Beacon Hills?" Asked Peter.

"I came to live here" you respond.

"Alone?" Said the one with black hair, super furious. He looked sexier like that. "Without your parents?"

"Excuse me, but I don't have to tell you anything" You walked back and Derek took your arm tightly and the children approached looking worried.

"You won't leave until you answer." Peter put his hand on Derek's shoulder with a "calm down" look

"And your parents?" He asks calmly.

"I do not have. I'm an orphan" you say looking at your feet. Seriously, you deserve an Oscar for best actress.

"How did you get here?" Peter still asked.

"My uncles sent me here to study and not cause problems" you say looking at Peter.

"Don't li-" Derek says to be interrupted.

"It's not her" said Peter. "Listen" as you said, breathing helps and more if it is accelerated when you feel threatened.

"Can I go?" You asked.

"Yes" Peter says. You walked to your car and your turned it on to continue on your way, when you saw that you were far away you start to laugh. Derek's faces and the wolf children, the banshee, and the humans were gold.

You arrived at your new home. You smiled when you saw that it was normal, not big and not too small. A normal house. It was supposed to be furnished since yesterday. You got out of your car and opened to see the living room, you closed the door and walked into the kitchen and up the stairs. You went into all the rooms and they were perfect and yours was much more.

It was big, being a Mikaelson it couldn't be small. You were already beginning to miss them. Well not all. Elijah and Rebekah's overproduction were suffocating. Also you will no longer be listening "little Klaus" or "little Kol" You're not like them, you just like to have fun. And you like being with them more. Kol and you, hunted and had fun at parties and flirting with people. Klaus gave you life lessons. You were amused by his stories and how could he be so... him. Of your seven siblings, you only loved Kol and Klaus, of course you had your differences: you were friends with Katherine and Klaus hates her, you love the Salvatore brothers with your life and they detest them, even more. You lay down on the bed and you smiled a smile that only bring problems.

Isaac Lahey Pov

"It was her," Derek says, somehow I felt concern and more to see how he reacted when he saw the girl as our age.

"Who is she?" Scott ask.

"Y/N Mikaelson" Peter said calmly.

"And she is...?" Stiles question them.

"She is one of the Originals and Derek's great love," Peter replies.

"Original of what?" Lydia ask.

"From the Original Vampires," Derek says angrily.

"They exist?" Almost all of us say at the same time.

"Yes. And between them the two hybrid of Vampire and werewolf" explains Peter.

"What is a hybrid?" Allison ask to which Stiles responds.

"Hybrids are a supernatural cross between two or more different species. The term is commonly used to describe a werewolf turned vampire, as they were the first type of hybrid introduced to the world. However, since the creation of the werewolf-vampire hybrids, there have been other hybrids of other races in the universe, such as siphons turned into witch-vampire hybrids, werewolf-witch hybrids, among others" he says to finish.

"How do you know that?" Asks Scott.

"I read it when I was trying to find out what you were, but I thought the vampire thing was a lie," Stiles responds.

"A hybrid is more lethal than any werewolf or vampire" Says Derek. "Nature does not tolerate such an imbalance of power. Thus, the warlocks, the servants of nature, saw to it that the wolfish side of Klaus and Y/N Mikaelson are asleep. But they are still a danger.

"Who are the Mikaelsons?" I ask.

"The Mikaelson family is a powerful family whose line goes back at least to the Kingdom of Norway in the late 10th century with Mikael and Esther, a wealthy landowner and a Viking warrior, and a housewife and a witch, respectively. In the early 11th century, the family was deadly until the loss of Esther and Mikael's seventh child, Henrik to a werewolf attack that spurred them to use Esther's magic to turn Mikael and the rest of their living children into the The world's first vampires, from whom all Vampires are descended from the original vampires, are known as the most powerful supernatural beings in the world, but the Mikaelson family is also known to have members who are also witches and hybrids. Among them are two hybrids: Klaus and Y/N. In total the Mikaelsons are eight; Mikael, the father, Esther, the mother, Freya, The first daughter which is only a witch and does not belong to the original lineage, Finn, The second son, Elijah, the third son, Klaus, the fourth son which is the hybrid and is not the son of Mikael but bears his last name, Kol, the fifth son, Rebekah, the sixth daughter, Y/N, the seventh daughter which is not the daughter of Mikael and the last, Henrik, the eighth son. Of these eight only are alive: Freya, Elijah, Klaus, Kol, Rebekah and Y/N" Derek answers.

''They wasted no time," Stiles says.

"Neither is Esther. Children of different parents" I say smiling. "But how did "first hybrids" happen?

"When Klaus and Y/N first killed after being turned into vampires, they triggered their werewolf gene, which finally reveals the truth of their true paternity to their family: Klaus and Y/N were not Mikael's children but the boss's children of her village werewolf clan, with whom Esther had an affair. Once Mikael learned of Esther's infidelity and realized that her lover's pack were the werewolves who killed Henrik, Mikael hunted down and killed Klaus and Y/N's father and his entire family, igniting a war. Between vampires and werewolves that still exists. Shortly after the Mikaelsons became vampires and learned of Klaus and Y/N werewolves' legacy, Esther was forced to curse Klaus and Y/N to make their werewolf natures lie dormant, so that they didn't bother yet. More to nature by possessing so much power. However, Klaus and Y/N felt betrayed by this punishment, and in retaliation, Klaus murdered his mother and framed Mikael for the act. Understood?" Peter asks and I nod.

"I'm more than sure it's her!" Derek exclaims.

"It has to be her, if you questioned her or just stopped...-Lydia says to be interrupted by Peter.

"It's her Doppelgänger..."

Y/N Mikaelson Pov

You got out of the tub while you were dripping to grab the towel and start drying off. Tomorrow would be your first day in high school, you had never attended one and according to Caroline and Stefan they are very good, also Rebekah go into one and she looks older than you. You wrapped the towel around your body and left the bathroom to go to your room. You dropped the towel while you felt the air all over your body, you took off your underwear from the wardrobe and then put on a loose shirt and some pajama shorts. You go down to the kitchen for some whiskey and you go back upstairs. You arranged your things for tomorrow and left them arranged so that you only had to go...

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Am I Dreaming - Chapter Eight

Introduction, Chapter One , Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

The next few weeks pass by with really nothing happening. I got to school, then rehearsal, and finally home. Nik comes over most nights, but sometimes Matt wants to see me, so he stays away. I did end up forgiving Matt. He explained that he and Caroline were just friends, and he would start choosing me instead of her. Today is a Saturday and I got a text from Nik. ‘Hey love wanna go on a road trip?’

‘Sure! Sounds fun.’

‘Ok, get ready. I’ll be over in 30.’

I put my phone down and decided to get dressed. I felt like looking cute today, but it was starting to cool down. I decided to wear sheer black tights, nude wool socks, a plaid skirt, and a giant blue sweater. I also had Nik’s bracelet on, and the opals matched my sweater perfectly.

Nik got here exactly 30 minutes later, and I got in his car.

“Hello love. You look cute and cozy today.” I loved when he complimented me. I am actually starting to believe them.

“Thanks, so where are we going?” I asked.

“We are going to take an adventure to North Carolina to see an old friend of mine.”

“Alright lit.”

We spent most of the car ride talking about random things and life. He asks me about my rehearsals and I ask him about his house. This is what I liked about Nik, it just felt easy. I didn’t have to think about what I was going to say, conversation just flowed. If we weren’t talking I was obnoxiously singing along to the radio. After about 3 and a half hours we pulled up outside a house.

“Alright V I need you to stay here and I’ll be right back.”

I agreed and Nik went to do his thing. After only about 15 minutes he came back, and started to drive away.

“We came all this way for that short of a visit?” I asked. I was having a lot of fun, don't get me wrong, but I could be taking a nap right now.

“Hush now love. You know you enjoy my company, but yes it was a short visit. Which leaves us with plenty of time to go on a proper dinner date before heading back.”

Gasp “really? Where are we going?”

“That's for me to know and you to find out,” Nik said with his famous smirk.

After driving for about 20 minutes we pulled up to this little Italian restaurant.

“Italian, my favorite!” I exclaimed to Nik, grabbing his hand and pulling him inside.

“I know love, that's why I brought us here.”

I was so excited! My favorite thing to eat is chicken alfredo with extra sauce and Italian restaurants always have the best. I ordered my food and he ordered his. Nik offered to order for me, but I turned him down. I’ve never seen the appeal of having someone else order for you, I’m a big girl I can do it myself. Our food came and we ate and had a great time. This was probably one of my favorite dates. It wasn’t crazy extravagant, but it was nice to feel like someone cared enough about me to bring me to my favorite type of restaurant.

Eventually we did leave the restaurant and Nik took care of the bill. I ate so much food that I was exhausted. I curled up as best as I could in a car and leant my head against the window deciding to take a nap. I felt Nik put his hand on my knee rubbing soft circles which helped me fall asleep. In my sleep state I felt him pull the car over and get out, but I didn’t pay attention. I was to comfy move. The next thing I knew I felt Nik lift me from his car and carrying me into his house. I hadn’t seen his finished renovations, but I was too tired to look right now. He gently placed me on the bed and took off my shoes. After that he helped change into his sweatpants and a t-shirt and laid beside. Right before I fully fell asleep I felt Nik get up and heard a ruckus downstairs, but I didn’t care. That's tomorrow's problem.

I woke up the next morning beside Nik. That wasn’t a rare sight these days, but the scenery was definitely new. I snuck out and went downstairs to look around. While looking around the kitchen I ran into someone.

“Oh I’m sorry I wasn’t watching where I was going.” I said to the strange man in a suit.

“No need to apologize, I should've paid better attention. I’m Elijah and you are?”

“I’m Veronica, but everyone calls me V. You must be the gentlemanly brother. I told Niklaus that I have a feeling we will get along!”

“Hello Veronica. I suppose that would be me. I do truly hope for us to be acquaintances.” This guy talks like he should be in Shakespearean times, but he’s hot so I’m not complaining.

“Cool. I was just looking around at the new renovations, but since you are here does that mean Bekah is back?”

“Rebekah is still indisposed at this moment, but should be back very soon. I have to leave now, but I hope to see you again Veronica.” Elijah picks up my hand and kisses the back of it.

“Bye Elijah.”

Are all the Mikaelson siblings hot? First Rebekah and Niklaus and now him. Thank you mommy and daddy Mikaelson. I felt my tummy rumble and realized I should probably make some breakfast. I dug through all of Nik’s cupboards and his fridge and found nothing! Well if I can’t make anything I guess I’ll go get something. Luckily Nik’s mansion wasn’t too far from the grill, so I decided to walk and get some food. I texted Nik letting him know that I’d be back and went on my adventure. I got to the grill and ordered my food. Matt was working, so he tried to say hi but Sunday’s were always busiest during breakfast. After getting my to go orders I walked back to the mansion and went inside. Nik was waiting for me in the kitchen and we ate our food.

After we ate our food we decided to stay in his bed all day. We probably went for three or four rounds before I had to tap out and take a nap. I swear that man has the stamina of a superman or something. After Nik and I took a nap we went downstairs to see Elijah in the living area.

“Niklaus, Veronica, I hate to interrupt your day, but we have guests coming over and while the lovely Veronica would be a delight to have stay, I must ask you to leave.”

“It’s alright Elijah. I have to go home anyways. Nik, can you drive me home?”

“Of course my love.”

That sentence sent me spiraling. Nik has called me love many times, but he’s never called me his love. I hope he isn’t falling in love with me. I am still technically with Matt. I already have a fear of love. I can't have two men thinking they loved me. They don't even know me! Yeah Matt and I have dated for awhile, but there's still things he doesn’t know about me, sides I keep hidden. Same with Nik. I might be able to be a bit more of myself with him, but I am still holding back.

In my spiral I didn’t realize we were already at my house. I said bye to Nik and went inside. I wanted to spend my night reading romance books, so I could pretend my life is perfect.

After reading two chapters I heard the doorbell go off and I went to open it.

“Matty, what are you doing here?” Augh, why can’t I ever be alone?

“I thought I would surprise my beautiful girlfriend who I haven’t had the chance to hang out with for awhile.”

“Of course, come in. Sorry I have been so busy with school and the play.” I said.

“It’s all good V I understand. I just thought we could have a movie night and just chill.”

“That sounds perfect Matty.”

I let Matt pick the movie this time, and he chose the Matrix. We sat down and cuddled on the couch sharing a bag of popcorn. About halfway through the movie he got a text and jumped up.

“Is everything ok?” I ask him.

“No, Caroline's dad died. I gotta go.”

“Haha of course. Will I ever come before the pretty blonde?”

“V it’s not like that I told you we are just friends. She needs me.”

“Matt, I am tired of having this fight all the time. You will always choose her. I’m sorry, but I’m choosing myself. Leave and don’t come back.”

“V pl-”

“I said leave!” I yelled in his face. With defeat on his face Matt turned and left for the hospital.

I went back to the living room and turned off the movie, since I didn't even want to watch it, and sat down reading my book again. About an hour later I heard someone knocking on my door. I sighed, but got up to get it anyway. I really hoped it wasn’t Matt coming back to apologize. I open the door.

“Rebekah!” I exclaimed, jumping into the blondes arm for a hug. “I have missed you so much! I feel like my life is falling apart, and you weren’t here to help me through it.”

“Hi V. It’s good to see you. I am here now, so let’s have a slumber party and you can tell me all about it.

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Word Count -1,633

Chapter Eight! Sorry it’s a filler and a short chapter but the drama is about to hit in the next two chapters! Also I love Persia and have full respect for her! While this is a Niklaus fanfic I want to acknowledge that I support Joseph and Persia’s marriage very much! If I could, I would marry both of them. Ok good night!

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Truth Is

Chapter 1: A Night Many Months Ago

Frankie "Catfish" Morales x F!reader

Summary: When reuniting for the mission in Colombia, Frankie and the reader (nicknamed "Chipmunk"), bicker due to their rocky past. After some angry exchanges, a few truths come out, changing both of their perspectives. Will the relationship be mended? Or once this is over, will they go back to the way things were before?

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: explicit language, blood, violence, guns/weapons, lots of angst and emotions, infidelity, talk of sex and sexual encounters, drinking, mentions of drugs, talk of death, and talk of mental health(PTSD, depression).

A/N: This was inspired by the song "Truth Is" by Sabrina Claudio. I want to make this a series (my first series ever), but it's still being decided, so please let me know if you want this to be continued! And I am still taking requests and prompts! Thanks Lovelies <3

"Cmon, please Chip, we can't do this without you." Santiago begged, his hands clasped together in front of him to show his desperation as he stood before me in my small apartment kitchen. I sighed, glancing around our surroundings. He had come to ask about joining one last escapade, one last job and we'd all be set for the rest of our lives.

Finally breaking the silence and meeting his weary gaze, "Who all have you rounded up? If Will or Benny said no, there's no way I'm doing it without them." I took another deep breath, turning to continue the dishes I had been doing when Pope showed up.

Santi's face began to light up, his stance growing slightly as he grinned, "Great! They both wanted in, so did Tom." Seeming relieved he leaned against the counter next to the sink and crossed his arms.

"And F-Fish?" I hesitated, pausing the scrubbing on the porcelain dish in my hand. It felt like the air in my lungs no longer existed. My heart began to pound it's way up my throat and into my ears.

His head dipped down, feeling the concern laced in my voice. Clearing his voice, he quietly explained "Haven't asked him yet, he was last on my list."

I silently placed the last dish onto the rack near the sink and wiped my wet hands on my jeans, looking down and watching the wet marks gradually making themselves known. No longer forcing myself to make eye contact, I nodded at the ground.

"Look, querida, if you two just talked I'm sure it would work out." He pushed himself off the counter and stepped towards me, reaching a hand out and gently rubbing my shoulder to console me. "But don't let this change your mind, we really do need you."

"When are you going to mention it to him?" I breathed out, wanting to keep any and all emotions at bay. His hand on my arm squeezed, as if he was trying to give me some courage.

"Tonight, at Benny's fight, I thought his spirits would be up enough to persuade him." He chuckled lightly, knowing his plan was to take a little bit of advantage of Frankie's mood.

I laughed softly, "Definitely sounds like a Santi move if you ask me."

He smirked and shook his head "I know, shame on me." As he dropped his hand back to his side he quirked, "You should come tonight, we can go out for drinks after the fight, relax a little before we leave tomorrow."

It took me a second to register what he said, but when I did I burst out "wait what?! Tomorrow? Santi, why didn't you tell me that? You forgot the biggest detail!"

He cowered down slightly, rubbing the back of his neck "Because I knew you'd yell at me, it was worth a shot putting off the anger a little longer." He smiled coyly.

Rolling my eyes I couldn't help but forgive his dumb smile. "Well it starts soon, why don't I get my things real quick and we can head to the arena together?"

His smile widened, "Of course!" I grabbed my purse and keys, making sure to turn off the lights and lock the door behind me. As we made our way down the elevator and out to his car, Santi told me a few details about the missions and the plan. But once we got into his rinky dink ford truck, I turned to him.

"About Frankie, I'm sure one of the boys told you, but just in case; his license was revoked." Santi's face contorted with confusion.

"What? How? Did he crash or hurt somebody?" He questioned quickly.

After taking a breath of courage I spoke, "No Pope. He-He was caught with coke."

Santi stayed quiet, turning the engine on. "I don't get it" A sad expression plastered on his face.

With a furrow in my brow I spoke again, "What don't you get? He was doing drugs, hardcore ones at that". I began to ramble more, "For what reason, I'm not sure, maybe the PTSD and depression. Maybe he felt he had no one to go to-"

"Stop. I know." He cut me off while finally shifting the gear into drive and moving up forward. "You can't blame anyone for this. All we can do is move on and help him. He's our friend, okay? But I know he's still the same Fish, just a little turned around."

"I know, okay. I can't help it. From what the boys told me, he seems to be a lot better." I added, stirring in my seat. "Anyways, it's been awhile since all of us have been back together. It's exciting."

Santi snickered, "But didn't you all hang out while I've been out of the U.S.?"

Seeing that we're close to the arena's parking garage I explained, "I mean, yea, but only me, Ironhead, Benny and Fish. I haven't talked to Redfly in months, we all had a fallout with him. Especially me."

"Tom didn't say anything when I talked to him, Do you wanna fill me in?" He asked with a quirked eyebrow.

Huffing, I turn to face him, telling him the events of that night.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~flashback~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The four of us, the Millers, Frankie and I sat on my couch, watching TV and talking, when we hear a bang at the door. I got up to open it and find Tom slumped on the doorway. He looked rough and smelled like he had been drinking the past several days. "Woah, Tom, you're really drunk, and you drove here?"

He snapped, beginning to yell, "Who are you to judge me? Huh? My wife left me, this is how I cope." He angrily pushed his way past me and tumbled into the living room. He was greeted with the boys standing around him with concerned faces.

"What the hell were you thinking? You know how dangerous that is? You know you could've called and we would've been there for you!" I raised my voice back, causing Tom to swing around to face me.

He laughed darkly, "Oh shut up 'Miss Perfect,' just like you did for Fish? When he was nose deep in coke? Or are you too self obsessed? Or do you just have favorites!"

"Hey man, that's not cool." Will interrupted and tried to get a handle on Tom. Frankie lowered his head in embarrassment. Will reached forward and placed a hand on his back, but things escalated more.

"Oh okay, yea protect the whore, we all know she's there for you guys more than just talking. I wouldn't doubt it if you all fucked her too. But me? Nah, you leave me out of everything." Tom howled, yanking away from Will and slurring his words and no longer making sense.

Anger becoming more prominent, I spoke, "Seriously?! Whore?! How is it my fault that you push us away and don't let us help? We include you in everything, but you have your head so far stuck up your ass you never show up!" I've come face to face with him, my hot breath and voice blowing into his face above me. "And another thing, I'm not a whore, you asshole, I'm with Frankie!"

He leaned closer to me, his breath reeking of alcohol, "Just him? Does he know where you're at everyday Monday and Wednesday at 1?! I doubt it!"

Frankie speaks up, "What? What is he talking about?" A devilish smirk makes its way to Tom's face.

"Nothing, I swear it's nothing." I try to explain, making eye contact with my partially hurt lover.

"Tell him, tell him you've been seeing a 'Dr. Philips.' Go on, do it." He rubs it in.

Looking behind Tom, I saw Frankie looking like his world had just shattered. "You've been seeing someone?!"

Panicking, I speak, "Yes, but it's not what you think, I promise!"

"Then what is it?" Tom adds, stumbling back a foot and crossing his arms contently at the damage he just caused.

Benny spoke up, knowing the truth about who I was "seeing." "You need to leave man, you have no right to say shit like that. You don't know the real situation"

Tom burst, yelling "I want her to admit it! I want her to admit that she isn't the perfect bitch she makes herself out to be!"

"Fuck you! Get the hell out of my house!" I scream, tears slightly welling in my eyes. "Frankie-" I turn to him, but to find him grabbing his things. "Baby please, let me explain."

"Explain what? You've been cheating on me?" his voice is loud, and cracks slightly.

A tear breaks its way down my cheek, "I haven't, Frankie, please believe me." I grab his hand, trying to stall his movements, but he pulls away.

"You just admitted it!" He frowns and yanks his hand away and heads for the door.

"That's right Fishie boy! Leave her, she's no good anyway!" Tom squawks as Benny grabs a hold of him and shoves him to the door, Will right behind to help.

"You bastard!" I lunged forward and swung my hand, landing right on the side of his face with a loud crack. Frankie spun around, startled at my actions.

The action only fueled Tom's anger because he ripped away from Benny's grip and grabbed me. I didn't back down and started to shove him and swing my arms, hitting him in the face and chest as he fought back.

But just as quickly as the fight started, it ended. Frankie tore me off of Tom, pinning me to his chest and stopping my brutal hits. Will and Benny wrested Tom into submission and dragged him out of the front door as he yelled slurs at me, and dumped him outside with a battered face.

While the brothers were dealing with a drunk Redfly, Frankie scolded and verbally fought with me.

"Just tell me! Who is Dr. Philips!" He questioned, slightly shaking me by the shoulders.

With many emotions running through my head, I couldn't process what was going on. "I-I can't, Frankie, I can't even admit it to myself." Tears streaming down my face I brought my hands up to the sides of his face. "But you have to believe me, por favor (please)."

Francisco looked like he was fighting an emotional battle in his mind. He finally spoke, "Either you tell me, or I leave, I can't do this, not if you keep things from me."

Feeling my heart break, I whispered "Please, mi amor (my love), don't make me. I'm not strong enough." My eyes now running like an open faucet and my hands tightly pressed to his cheeks.

He blinks away tears, reaching his hands up to grab mine and pull them away from his face, "Then I have to go." He drops my hands and turns to leave.

"Por favor no me dejes! (Please don't leave me)" I call after him, watching as he heads out of the door and into the night, leaving me alone. I drop to the floor, tears blurring my vision and all that can be heard are my sobs.

After what feels like hours, Will and Benny return, picking me up off the floor and taking me to my bed. They lay me down, attempting to help my emotional breakdown. They pick up whatever mess that was left after the event of that night.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~end flashback~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"And after that night, Tom was no longer invited anywhere with us. Frankie distanced himself and refused to talk to me. But Will and Benny did their best to be there for me in any way they could. They did the same for Frankie. But as for Tom, they casted him out, because he changed, badly." I finished covering the story of that night, fighting the tears that threatened to spill. "And the Dr. Philips I was seeing, was my therapist. I didn't want anyone to know I wasn't okay mentally. I was embarrassed and part of me didn't want to admit I needed help. The lives we chose aren't easy."

Santi parked, and seemed shocked, "I'm sorry love, I knew you split with Fish, but didn't know any details or about Tom." He reached over and patted my thigh sympathetically. "I really am sorry that you went through all of that because Tom was an asshole. You really don't have to do this-"

"No I want to, I'm in a better place, so is everyone else." I smiled shyly, wanting to lift the spirits. "So what do you say? Let's go wrangle up our boys and get rich?"

Pope smiled brightly, "Hell yes!" We both got out of the car, and headed to the back of the arena and knocked, hoping Will was there to open it like he told Santi he would. Much to our luck, the door swung open to reveal a tall, smiling, blonde Miller brother.

"Brother!" Santi chuckled as he pulled the eldest Miller into a hug, clapping each other on the back. They pulled away as Pope headed inside to find the others.

"Hey pretty girl, long time no see." Will joked, hugging me tightly.

I scoffed, "Will, you were just at my house last night." We both laughed and he led me into a rank smelling locker room, which I assumed was for Benny to get ready. As we rounded the corner, I saw Benny and Tom chatting on one of the benches between the lockers.

"Chipmunk!" Benny roared as he ran over, picked me up and spun me around. "I missed you! I'm so glad you could make it!" He sat me back down and stepped back to sit on the bench again.

"Of course, I wouldn't miss you getting your ass beat for the world!" I giggled as I winked at him, showing the younger of us a bit of love.

He shook his head with a grin. As my eyes left him, they met with the eyes of Tom. He seemed to have a look of regret, trying to give me a sad smile.

I walked over to him, reaching my hand in a fist forward, lightly tapping his shoulder, "Hey fly, how you been?"

A small wave of relief washed over him as he responded "I'm good Chip, how are you? And look I'm really sorry, I wasn't in a good place and I regret-"

"Its okay Tom, really, it is. I'm just glad you're better. It's water under the bridge." I sit next to him and pat his back, showing that all, or at least most, is forgiven.

He nods slowly, "Thank you, it means a lot that you're here."

"Oh cmon you have to admit it, you couldn't do it without me, the best there is." I pretend to act over confident and burst into laughter. And Tom joins in.

As Tom and I begin to catch up, talking about what we've missed these past several months, I overhear a conversation.

"Hermano (brother)! How are you?" Santi greets Frankie, I assume, he was the last of us, who wasn't already here. When I realize that it is him, my heart begins to race. My skin starts to burn and get hot, my palms becoming sweaty.

"Pope! Benny! Ironhead! What is this, a reunion?" Frankie's voice echoes as they come closer. As the three round the corner, "All we need is Redfly and Chip-" Frankie stops as we become revealed to him. Tom gets up immediately and struts over to give Fish a hug. Frankie's face lights up with glee and hugs him back. When they step away from each other, I wearily stand up and all he does is give an awkward smile and nods in my direction.

Benny attempts to whisper to Santi, "Ouch, that's cold." And Santi jabs him in the stomach with his elbow, causing him to double over and make a "hmf" sound.

Being slightly hurt, I break the uneasy tension by opening an invitation, "Alright well I'm gonna go get a beer and find us some good seats, it's close to showtime!" Faking a smile I continue, "Who's coming?"

"Me, I can't be in here with this doofus anymore." Will chuckle as he ruffles Ben's hair and follows right behind me.

When we make it to the concession stand and order beers, Will taps my arm, "How are you feeling?"

With a sigh, "Honestly I expected that, but it hurt more when it actually happened. But what can I say." I grab out drinks from the concession worker and thank her and turn on my heels to find a seat. "I love him, and if that means waiting to mend things, it worth it, even if it means waiting forever."

Will offers a sympathetic grin. "It'll work, just watch. Oh! Over there! Perfect seats!" He points as his attention was caught by an opening near the rink. He pursues it as I follow behind.

While we sit, we joke around, waiting for the rest of the gang to come sit and watch Benny get thrown around. Finally the last three show up and sit with us, Tom sat on Will's right side, me on his other side, Santi on my left, but when Frankie walks up, he bends down and whispers to Santi, causing him to scoot further away from me and leaving room for Frankie to slot himself between us. Which took me by surprise. Once he was seated, he glanced over to me and gave me a genuine smile.

We don't say a word as the lights begin to dim and the announcer's voice breaks through the speaks, introducing our dear Benny and his opponent.

Our small group starts to cheer and scream Benny's name, to show him support. As he enters the rink, he searches for us, and when he finds us, he smiles big.

In the midst of all the commotion, Frankie leans over and whispers to me, "I missed you, cariño (sweetheart)."

My face whips around to meet a very close Fish, who is smiling. "I missed you too." I give a small smile and lean to my side to shoulder bump him, as he places a hand on my knee.

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I had a pretty excellent day. I didn't feel great but it wasn't as hot and I got so much accomplished. The biggest issue really was I didn't sleep great and I would get really dizzy all day. Which was really frustrating. But it was still a really good day.

I could not get comfortable last night. My body was aching so bad and I couldn't get comfortable. And James kept pushing their pillow at me. But it was fine. I couldn't turn my brain off. And would eventually go have a snack and was able to sleep after that.

I woke up when James was leaving. Got a kiss. And went back to sleep until 930.

When I woke up I felt pretty good. I got washed and dressed and actually was motivated. I had a muffin for breakfast. And went to work in my studio. I would do some knitting. My hand still hurt a lot but I got some done there. I'm going to have to go pick up more yarn soon. Will actually get the correct weight this time.

Dad texted me about the student loan forgiveness. And it's great but it's also so confusing. Like who needs to apply and stuff. But of course the websites are all down. And in my mind I have forgiven the loans. I forgave myself. That's between God and the banks now. I can't think about the past mistakes anymore. It was their gamble and they lost.

I made great progress in my studio. Besides my knitting I would also finally finish printing all of my linocuts and I am so excited. I spent the morning doing the first half. But I had to keep stopping and taking breaks because I was getting dizzy. But I was making great progress and that just felt really good. I also finished up all the bears I had going. I want to start some more soon but the drawer I keep them in is full again.

I made a hotdog for lunch. And waited for my interview. While waiting I started watercoloring my prints. And I am so thrilled. I need to outline some stuff in pen but I made great progress by the time my interview started.

And it was a great interview! I don't know if they will end up going with me as their art teacher but I just felt really great talking about everything I've accomplished and done over the years. I got to talk about my journey and my projects. I focused a lot of pandemic stuff, like when we were making weekly projects for the access art kids. And by funny coincidence the program would take place at the library right next to wildwood!! So there is a huge chance I would work with kids I may already know?? Which is wild to me. Smalltimore strikes again.

But it was also just really fun talking to them about ideas and projects. And even if this doesn't work out it was very cool. And the woman who was the main interviewer followed me on Instagram so that wasa good sign of something. Even if it's just networking for later.

I was really jazzed after. I was still dealing with weird hot flashes and dizziness but I was in a great mood.

I would clean the kitchen. Cleared all the counters so when Mr Will comes to fix them we wouldn't have to rush. And I wiped everything down and I vacuumed and then vacuumed the rest of the apartment. Sweetp did not love that. I kept telling him to go outside but he kept running away. Silly.

I spent a good amount of time doing more water coloring. I got half of them finished. Which feels unreal. But I will get the other half done tomorrow. And then I can start scanning them asap. I am not positive our scanner is working correctly but I'm going to try and if not I'll figure out something.

We still aren't getting mail from USPS but my book I ordered came from UPS so that's something. And I jumped right in to reading it. I am already half way through it. And it's so good. It is not what I was expecting, I misread the back and thought it was magic? But nope. It's like mid 2000s romance and I didnt expect to love it as much as I am. I hope it sticks the landing.

James would come home while I was reading. They joined me in bed to chill. Mr Will was supposed to come today but didn't end up coming by. So James would start making angel food cakes and then making us corn and I got to try vegan shrimp! Which I always use as a touchstone for why I don't eat fake meats very often. Because when I was 14 I had fake shrimp and got horrible food poisoning. But this was pretty good. I wouldn't chose it every day but it was fun to eat something like fish.

I would do more painting. And I dyed my hair with a mix of the glaze product and some blue. Well see what it looks like in the morning.

I decided I would start making my next print project. Which is the alphabet. Which I am going to use to make words on totebags. I hope it works. I have the first 3 letters carved already. But nothing fancy yet. Just the shapes. Well see what happens when I get the letters all done. I hope to put like dots and squiggles. I want to be done that in the next couple days. So we'll see how I do.

Now though we are in bed. I am not in as much pain as I was last night. So I hope I can sleep better. And have a great day tomorrow.

Sleep good everyone. Wash your hands.

[arwavastaniii]

Tessa | The Vampire Diaries x Shadowhunters | Chapter 2

Pairings - Damon x main oc, Stefan x  main oc, Klaus x  main oc, Elijah x  main oc, Jace x main oc, Alec x main oc, multiple oc x  main oc

After Elena tried to give herself to Klaus in exchange for the safety of her friends and family, she had received a huge lecture on how irresponsible it was of her. Stefan was stuck in the tomb with Katherine and that vampire that was supposed to be dead was apparently very much alive.

Tessa had decided to sleep in and stay away from all the supernatural drama for one day. ONE DAY. And her best friend tried to kill herself, her other best friend got stuck with her psycho friend and now her favorite vampire best friend was whining about how annoying his life had become to her.

"What Elena did was stupid," Tessa said, "But it wasn't wrong. I would have done the same thing."

"You would have sacrificed yourself?" Damon questioned furrowing his eyebrows as he looked at her with a bit of hurt.

"If it means keeping the people I care about safe, then yes. I don't think I could live with myself if anything happened to you. Any of you."

Damon sped in front of her, their faces barely touching as he looked into her eyes. Lust and desire flashed in his eyes as he slightly leaned in. It was as if a button was clicked in his brain and he back away, speeding away leaving a very confused Tessa behind.

"You should really lock your door." Damon joked as he came into the room with a smile on his face, Elena had a pour on her face while Tessa tried to get her to eat something.

"Come on, pouty. At least give me 2 points for ingenuity."

"Do you think this is funny?"

"Yes, Elena I find hilarity in the lengths that I have to go to repeatedly save your life.

"What did Stefan say about this?"

"He had a good laugh."

"And what did he say about Elijah still being alive?" Damon lifted Tessa's feet up and rest them on his lap. He then proceeded to take her sandwich out of her hands and takes a giant bite.

"Hey!"

"Sharing is caring."

"Not when it comes to my food," she complained and he responds by kissing her cheek.

"Yeah, and that I didn't tell him about Elijah."

"Why not?" Tessa asked him and he pursed his lips.

"Well, A he can't do anything about it, and B what I just said."

"Wow, such a profound argument."

"Where is Bonnie?" Damon asked as Jeremy came into the room.

"I thought she was meeting you," Jeremy answered.

"No, she's on moonstone duty and I'm on Elena patrol."

"And who's on Tyler Lockwood and the full moon?" Elena widened her eyes realizing what the night was.

"Vampire Barbie asked me if she could handle it and I said why not figured if she screwed up, he'd bite her, and then I'll be rid of two of my problems."

"Don't be a dick." Tessa scolded him as she smacked his head.  

"Hold on a second. Tonight's the full moon." Elena asked them.

"Yep, but you're too absorbed with all your suicidal tendencies to notice." Damon took a call, "Hey, change of plans." Damon hung up and looked at Jeremy and Tessa.

"You babysit tonight." He orders them and Tessa raised her brow at him.

"Hey, you know, you should get out. Enjoy the sun. Oh, wait you can't." Elena chucked a pillow at Damon and missed. Jeremy and Tessa laughed leading to her shoving him to the floor and glaring at Tessa.

Elena had warmed up to being trapped in the house. Even watching a movie in her room with Tessa and eating a giant bowl of popcorn. Knowing they needed some more food, they head downstairs to see what they had in the kitchen.

They walked down the stairs to see Jenna taking boxes out of the closest.

"What are you doing?" Tessa asks her.

"Oh, perfect timing." She thrusts a box in Elena's arms and then another in Tessa's.

"What is this stuff?' Elena asked.

"Your mom's files from the historical society. I got roped into helping Mrs. Lockwood. And by roped, I mean very excited to participate." She slammed the closet door and both their jaws dropped to see the suit-wearing original in Elena's house, staring right back at them with a small smirk.

"Hey, I'm Elijah." Tessa had never felt my heart beat faster than it was then. Jenna had let in a vampire who had tried to kidnap Elena, but apparently not to give her to Klaus which was extremely confusing, and now there was nothing they could do to get him out.

"Elijah's in town doing research on Mystic Falls," Jenna informs them like it was no big deal. If only she knew what Elijah was.

"It's a pleasure." Elijah holds out his hand for Elena and Tessa to shake. Elena hesitantly shook his and when Tessa went go to shake it he bent down and placed a kiss on it making her shiver in fear.

"So, you know, you're welcome to stay here and rummage through this stuff. Or Elena, Tessa, and I could help you load it into your car."

"Yeah, or I can get someone to pick it up tomorrow."

"Also a good plan."

"Thank you so much for inviting me into your home, Jenna." Elijah went to follow Jenna to the front door but stopped. "Oh, Tessa and Elena I hope to see you two again sometime soon."

Once the door was shut, the two girls raced upstairs to alert Jeremy and banged on his door when they realized it was locked.

Right when they heard it quick, Elijah came next to them and signaled them to be quiet.

"What?" Jeremy all but snapped at his sister before glancing at Tessa with a smile.

"Aunt Jenna was asking if you could help her with the boxes."

"Okay," the younger Gilbert said before he walked off.

"That was a smart choice," Elijah said before he asked to speak to us alone.

"Oh, forgive the intrusion. I mean your family no harm," Elijah started.

"That is why you tricked your way in her house?" Tessa said crossing her arms and glaring at the original.

He just shook his head amused at her bravery.

"Why'd you kill those vampires when they tried to take me?" Elena asked. Elijah opened his mouth to answer only to be cut off by a furious Tessa.

"You mean when you tried to give yourself over to them because you are a stupid suicidal doppelganger?" She said making Elena glare at her.

"I didn't want you to be taken. Klaus is the most feared and hated of the originals. Those that fear him are desperate for his approval. Word gets out the doppelganger exists, there will be vampires eager to take you to him and I can't have that."

"Isn't that exactly what you're trying to do?" Elena asked.

"Let's say my goal is not to break the curse."

"Then what is your goal?"

"Klaus' obsessions have made him paranoid. He's a recluse. He trusts only those in his circle," Elijah explained.

"Like you?" Tessa asked.

"Not anymore."

"You don't know where he is, do you?" Elena asked.

Tessa was already tired of their conversation. Her head was spinning, and her body was begging for a change. They were sitting in that room for ten minutes and she was tired. Her focus went from Elijah to the tiles on the floor and the frames on the table.

This always happened. And it annoyed Tessa more than anything. She couldn't stay in one place. Do one thing without being distracted; without this need to move away, do something else.

Overwhelmed, she got up and walked without a word, making the doppelganger and original stop and look at her worried.

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"You thought that"

៚ ᴛᴡ: angst angst ⚠️ A person used as a weapon. Manga spoiler ⚠️ manipulation, toxic relationship, cursed words.

៚ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: As you know, Gege Akutami decided to take a break in the manga, so i'm going to make in my own way the rest of Iwabi (my story lmao). Enjoy <33 (And yes I stand Twice)

Also I really want to apologize because this chapter take too much time to be upload hehe.

SERIES MASTERLIST

Ironic isn't it? You killed people with your own hands, and now you beg for forgiveness.

You are a monster and all because of him. You give everything, for him.

... Is was ok? You love him so much, but does he love you back?

A text just snap you about of your thoughts

You just want to be loved, and he love you. He always have love you. Unlike Gojo, he always have lied to you. He used you, he was selfish, so fucking selfish and all because of the "power and control". He was a cheater, a liar, he believe he is important in everything... Well, he was Gojo Satoru, the "perfect", the "strongest", of course he will always feel special.

Unlike you, you were just a weapon. Nothing more, nothing less. And that why you want to help your beloved friend, he make you feel full, he make you feel those "butterflies" in your stomach, he make you feel special.

As you grab Gojo (the cube lmao) all you could do is stare at him (or it..??) You thought about just leave him, just go with Geto, and sleep peacefully and when you wake up, you will see that it was a nightmare. Well, you wished that.

But how could you hate him? He was your friend, he helped you with your problems, he was there... Until that day, until July 8th.

"Y/n, honey~ I'm home" Geto spoke as if that cave was your home. "Where is my cute girl? I can't see her~" as you go out of your room you saw him with a cute smile on his lips. His beautiful lips. You show Gojo and saw him smile.

"My good girl, I new you were strong but not this strong. You can easily move the cube! I am amazed" he start walking to the kitchen "Now go to sleep that we are going to move tomorrow morning" as he leave he stare at his phone. "Also Mahito will come here, so just ignore him, goodnight"

Mahito's pov:

This was easy- peasy, we got Y/n and Gojo, Ha! Sukuna you can suck my di-

As I look to my phone I saw that Geto replied to my message.

Sukuna huh? Wow is this girl Levi or what? Now everyone is over her. Well she is cute, but that doesnt mean anything. I think i wikl talk to her in private. As i go to their "house" I just stay in the window *knock knock*

"Do you need something? Mahito..." "Heeeeey! Nice to meet you too. I am Mahito, and I want to make a deal with you" I saw her with a ':D' face. I hope it really works

"You know that Gojo is the bad guy, right? Weeeell I heard that his students where here to get him back. So I think you should fight them, and more that curse king. He give me bad vibes" "Do you think I will do that all myself? Of course not" " I will help so don't worry ♡︎"

As the time was passing, he was more getting in her mind. "You need to protect Geto, and they are trying to steal him from you... So what are you going to do huh?" "Protect Geto and eliminate anyone who try to steal Gojo or Geto from me"

Is that even ok? You have to really protect them? "But, not today. And I will never killed anyone, ⁿᵒᵗ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ⁿᵃⁿᵃᵐⁱⁿᵗ...."

"Huh? You say something" "No just... Leave it"

ʰⁱ ᶜʰᵃᵉ ʰᵉʳᵉ ఌ︎ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ ʰᵉˡᵖ ᵐᵉ ᵇʸ ʳᵉᵇˡᵒᵍⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰⁱˢ (ᵍⁱᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ ᶜʳᵉᵈⁱᵗˢ ᵒᶠᶜ),ˡⁱᵏⁱⁿᵍ ⁱᵗ ᵒʳ ᶠᵒˡˡᵒʷⁱⁿᵍ ᵐᵉ. ⁱ ᵖʳᵒᵐⁱˢᵉ ⁱ ᵃᵐ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵃ ᵇᵃᵈ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿ ᵘʷᵘ

English is not my fist language so please, forgive me is there any misspelled or something wrong.