#which is so completely understandable i am in no way mad at her or how she has reacted to this
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everytime i think im done ranting i remember something else LMFAO this one is extra long i hit tag limit god mf damn
#self#for instance.....my mom wants me to cut off everyone who is still tied to the school#and im so mad at myself for feeling a certain type of way when the campus manager called me not too long ago basically to tell me she doesnt#trust the girl who did this shit and she wasnt mad at me but was also mad at me for bringing her to her dads house#for reference we were trying to get a cat from the campus managers dads house LMFAO#and i honestly cannot wait to speak to her again and be like đ god dammit you were right like you were every single time#i just dont understand the wiring in her head to think the shit she says and does to people is normal and okay and how she doesnt realize it#is literally a mental health break. when i finally told my mom the first thing she said was shes probably off her medication#which.....probably isnt wrong sadly coming from someone who has borderline and very easily can lose it#but the difference is i dont give in to the urges to try to hurt everyone around me in every way i can#and me and her have said before that we thought she might also have borderline because we were very similar#but god damn does she love proving that if she has it its extremely severe or its something else entirely#on an honest note. shes incredibly narcissistic and i know her mom is part of the reason shes that way bc she was given princess treatment#her entire fucking life and then doesnt understand when other people dont treat her the same way#i hate rambling about this and i hate it that it is bothering me so fucking bad but like ???#if youre going to decide that you can put our past aside period and move on then fucking do that and stop bringing the past up as a way to#hurt me and the people around you???? she acts like shes not done horrible fucking things to people. so sorry i wrote a letter that was very#honest at the time. so sorry that when you found out i apologized for it and said i regret it because 2 weeks after my apology i no longer#regret writing it. if its making school a living hell for you....theres probably a reason for that girlfriend#i am not the person who put that shit in your folder#though i seriously fucking doubt its actually in her folder shes probably assuming it is#and youre the one who made a complete ass of yourself to every educator that ever stepped foot in that building#that has nothing to do with me that you are a literal warning given to every new educator!!!! i havent even been in school there in months#yet IM the problem??? how am i the problem when i graduated in fucking january???? everything since then falls on you#AND YET AGAIN! MIGHT I MENTION! IT IS NOT JUST MY LETTER!!! THERES AT LEAST 2 OTHER ONES!!!!!#BECAUSE IM NOT THE ONLY PERSON SHE DOES THIS SHIT TO!!!!#god sometimes i sit back and realize that theres a reason she regresses as a person and i do not#im not going to sit still anymore and let someone walk all over me and she can thank herself for that#shes who taught me that blocking and running as fast as i can doesnt fix anything#so here we are bitch. youre not blocked and im sure youre sitting at home thinking about how youre right about everything
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Paris Valerian but i redesign his dragon form for funsies based on how i see him=. Not sure if I like this design bc im not a fan of bulkier looking dragons but for Paris I think this works??
Some headcanons about this design:
has a bit of a bull-like look bc I associate bulls with persistence and madness and idk that fits Paris well so if Fian has a âfoxâ motif Paris gets a âbullâ one for his dragon formÂ
His design is based a lot on how a stereotypically evil dragon would look???? Because imo OG!Paris reads as a massive antagonist and I think giving him a look that fits that vibe in his dragon form works!! Especially because he still is an antagonist in a way (though god does he not read that way lmao)
heâs stronger in his dragon form than Fian is and he uses this to his advantage to bully Fian around whenever they playfight as dragons. That said, it seems Paris is surprisingly gentle towards Fian in this form and never hurts him.
he uses this form to intimidate people into getting what he wants. Heâs not used to getting retaliated against while in this form and quickly respects anyone who does so (read: Fian, Lyla and Helene)
the silver scales on his body can glow in the same way his eyes do. Typically, he keeps them dull-colored (see above) but if he feels a strong emotion of any sorts theyâll glow brightly without him meaning to (noticeably: they glow constantly whenever Helene is around for obvious reasons~).
#it hurts to see the person you like cry. but you wouldn't understand-#that Paris#TME#TME art#Paris being weak for Fian is so canon it's literally joked about more than once that they're unnaturally close to each other#i wish the manhwa/LN would elucidate more on the instinctive (and clearly qpt) bond dragons share with each other#and why that bond was overridden in the original story by each dragon's obsession with Helene when they'd yet to imprint on her#man i still remember reading about how Paris felt utterly alone once he awakened as a dragon and Fian coming into his life made him so happ#i still get teary over that passage in particular ahgjgjfgjjh that part of Paris's backstory hits where it hurts lmao#i also really wish the manhwa had included that about Paris because it really fleshed him out knowing that it wasn't that he bonded w/ Fian#that changed him but that he finally FINALLY had someone else who could understand him that made him happier in life and chill TF out#if you pair info given about Paris in the light novel with what's given about his manhwa self he's an amazingly well done character#like ive literally gone from thinking him cringe + unlikable to being deeply invested in and sympathetic to his character#also fun fact i find the idea of Paris and Fian playfighting as dragons really fucking cute#it's not in any way canon (well it kind of is actually lol) but i like hc'ing that awakened dragons need to spend social time together in-#their dragon forms doing shit like playfighting or resting together in order to live happier lives#and unfortunately this kind of qpt relationship is not understood by humans/mermaids/mages hence why Paris went absolutely mad pre-Fian bc#no one around him was capable of understanding the desperation he felt to fill the void in his heart and unfortunately he turned to Helene-#to fill that void to the point he went insane over her to the point he tried to completely monopolize her as a means to salvage himself#(which understandably pisses Helene off in the og timeline to the point it's no wonder she rejects him lmao)#and now that in Lyla's timeline Paris has gotten someone in his life who understands him and fills the void in his heart#he's more than capable of empathizing with Helene and seeing her as a person he wants to genuinely learn more about even if he can't quite-#shake his obsessive tendencies towards her#(which is really really REALLY fun to watch and i hope to see more development from his character)#(because i really do want him to reflect on Fian's words of when it comes to Helene)#(not that I think Helene would ever cry in front of him bc of him but she might do so because of Lyla)#(and god do i wanna see Paris eat his words about finding Fian's romantic-ness corny lmao)#yes i very much can write a whole-ass essay of a character study on Paris he's wildly fascinating#and he's so NOT my type which makes it even funnier that im as fixated on him as i am right now
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Omg hi. I just found you and cheered. I have a order.
Lando Norris, Thick Crust, Red Sauce,
Cherry Tomatoes, Root beer, Mango Smoothie,
Aftercare
If you could maybe make it a dizzy, inconcent reader where people flirt with her and she dosnt now and flirts back and Lando thinks the only way for people to leave her alone would be if she pregnant with his child. And he definitely has feelings for her. đ¤
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Lee-Lee's Pizzeria Menu
thick crust sugar daddy red sauce rough sex cherry tomatoes "I can't wait to watch you swell with my babies" root beer daddy kink mango smoothie baby trapping dessert yes served by Lando Norris
Lando x Ditzy! reader
AN: Okay! So I am so sad that I had to close my requests early but in a week I got over 100 requests which is fucking amazing and I am so happy for them but I want to make sure requests are coming out in a timely manner so I will be completely all requests within the next few weeks and once the Pizzeria is back open it will be a rebrand... So if you have any prompt ideas, kinks, or overall things you want to see get added to the menu just send me a message and I'll see what I can do!
TW breeding kink, baby trapping, pregnancy, dirty talk, rough sex, creampie, jealous Lando
WC 1200+
Y/N POV
"Danny! You can't just say things like that," I laugh loudly with the Australian in front of me. I can feel my cheeks growing red from the sexual joke Daniel just cracked.
I can feel a hand on my lower back making me look over my shoulder to find Lando making my smile grow more before I lean up and place a kiss on his cheek.
"What are you two up to?" Lando questions with a slight edge in his voice.
"Was just telling, Y/N about my summer break," Daniel says with a smile. I watch as Lando's face grows in a smile before he's ushering us towards the bar.
"Don't wander to far," Lando tells me making me look up and smile.
"Okay, babe!" I say when I place a kiss on his cheek.
"Are you okay?" I ask Lando softly making him nod his head before flagging the bartender down and ordering both of us drinks.
As time passed I found myself talking with Charles and Ollie.
"Charles! You'll have to invite me over sometime!" I tell Charles as he finishes telling me how he finally got Leo to stop peeing in the kitchen.
"Hey, sorry to interrupt but I'm just gonna steal her away. We have early morning plans so I gotta get this one off to bed," Lando says randomly interrupting making me raise a brow before trying to speak.
"Say bye," Lando tells me before I can even say anything.
I just turn back towards the two men waving a good bye before following Lando out of the club.
"I literally told you not to wander off," Lando snapped when we finally hopped into our Uber.
"Lando, I could see you the whole time," I reply back softly not understanding why he was so mad.
"Could you? Cause there was a solid 5 minutes where I was wandering around to find you," Lando tells me roughly making me huff and turn my back on him to look out the window.
Lando and I sat in silence for the rest of the car ride when we finally pulled up to his apartment building instantly making me get out and march to the front doors not waiting for Lando.
When we get into his apartment I lock myself in his bathroom still not wanting to talk to him, but eventually I had to face him and when I walked out of the bathroom I was changed into a silky sleep dress while Lando was sitting in bed in his boxers.
"I don't wanna see you entertaining men anymore. You're mine," Lando says not even looking up from his phone.
"Last time I checked, you were the one who was adamant we were nothing more than sex and money," I reply back while climbing into the bed next to Lando.
"Do you see the way you walked into my home like it was yours? How you climb into MY bed like it was yours? The way you have half my closet full of your stuff? That's all because you're mine, whether it has been a discussion or not, you have come into my life and fucked up any prior deal, so fucking sue me if I set a boundary with you," Lando finally snaps back making me look around his room realizing that over the year of us hooking up for money I had basically moved in. I had made his home our home and I didn't even realize.
"Lando, I think we should have this discussion when we are both fully sober," I tell him softly. I knew what I wanted sober or drunk I wanted Lando to be mine but was this just some drunk game Lando was playing.
"No, I'm barely fucking tipsy., I didn't even realize you didn't realize you were mine. I thought it was unspoken," Lando tells me softly before turning towards me and placing a soft kiss on my lips.
"Do you know how many men want to fuck you?" Lando questioned with a raised brow making me laugh slightly.
"Lando, you're the only man who wants to fuck me," I reply back with a roll of the eye.
"You're mine," Lando said moving topics again and pulling me in for a heated make-out session.
I quickly climb into Lando's lap and grind my bare pussy against his briefs making his groan slightly.
"I'm gonna put a baby in you," Lando tells me softly making me sit up and stare at him in complete shock.
"The fuck are you on about now?" I ask Lando before he pulls me back into for a kiss where he flips us over so I am now under Lando letting him grind into me backing me whimper.
"You're mine and when you walk around that fucking paddock in 6 months everyone will fucking know you're mine," Lando said while trailing kisses down my neck making it clear he was marking his territory.
"You're insane," I whisper back but it quickly turns into a moan because Lando is leaning down and taking a soft lick out of my clit.
"Daddy," I moan when Lando starts sucking on my clit while lightly teasing my soaked hole with his fingers.
"Oh fuck," I scream out when Lando slips 2 fingers in and finds my G-spot.
"I want you to cum on my fingers," Lando says while speeding his actions making me feel the band in m stomach start to grow tight letting me know I was close to cumming for Lando.
"Daddy," I scream out when the band finally snaps and I'm cumming all over Lando's fingers. Lando helped ride my orgasm out before he's pulling his briefs down and roughly shoving his cock deep into my pussy.
"Oh! Daddy," I gasp still not fully recovered from my previous orgasm and can already feel a second one building up.
"Fucking hell, so damn needy already gonna cum for me," Lando said with a smirk while bringing his hand down to my clit and giving it a rough rub bringing me closer to the edge.
"Daddy," I whine when I feel myself reach the point of no return, cumming all over Lando's cock with a shout. I was shaking and so long in my own pleasure, I don't feel Lando's hips shutter as he fills my pussy full of his cum.
"I can't wait to watch you swell with my babies," Lando groans with a smirk while slowly pulling out of me.
"Lando, I probably didn't get pregnant from one time," I tell him softly with a laugh falling from my lips.
"I'll fuck you until you do," Lando says with a shrug. That night we fell asleep tangled in each other's arms.
6 weeks later
"Fucking hell," I gasp while staring down at the positive pregnancy test.
"I told you, you were gonna have my babies," Lando said with a proud smirk.
"Lando, what the fuck are we gonna do?" I ask starting to panic.
"Hey, calm down! It's all gonna work itself out," Lando tells me softly while pulling me into his chest.
"I can't wait to see everyone's face when you show up to the paddock supporting a bump caused by me baby," Lando tells me making me laugh lightly.
I knew we would figure everything out. It wasn't how I pictured myself getting pregnant but boy am I happy it's how it happened.
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I Need You (Paige Bueckers x black!fem!reader)
Summary: You and Paige go through a rough patch, you only see one solution
Warnings: Just a lot of cursing
word count: 1346
I was tired. I was tired of the constant arguing, silent treatments, and petty comments. The most tiring thing of them all was trying to keep up the picture of a happy couple when I knew we were the complete opposite at the moment.Â
I woke up around eight in the morning, feeling around the bed for Paigeâs warmth. When I was met with a cold part of the bed, the memories from the night before came rushing back. The screaming, the insults, and the words that could never be taken back. Which then led to Paige sleeping on the couch. We have had some pretty bad arguments, but this one definitely takes the cake. I rubbed my burning eyes, which were dry from the tears, and made my way out of our room to the kitchen. As soon as I opened the door, I was met with Paige, making coffee in the kitchen. Our eyes met, but we didn't say a word to each other. I hesitantly made my way to the kitchen island and took the coffee that she slid in front of me. We sat in an uncomfortable silence, which was considered normal at this point, waiting for the other to say something. Anything.
 As we sat there I wondered to myself. I wondered how everything went to shit after a beautiful three-year relationship. I wondered how such a loving apartment that felt like home soon turned into a place you dreaded waking up in. I wondered if I had the opportunity to go back in time, what I would have to do to prevent all of this from happening.Â
With a deep breath, the first word in five minutes is spoken. âPaigeâŚwe need to talkâ I say with a shaky breath. Paigeâs head shoots up, her eyes filled with concern. âAll weâve been doing for the last month is arguing. Itâs literally draining the life out of meâ I say as I move my coffee away to make sure I am more focused on the conversation. âI know. I'm sorry but I've just been stressed, babe. You canât get mad at me for being stressedâ Paige scoffs and turns away. âDid I fucking say I was mad at you for being stressed, Paige? No, I didn't! So donât put-â I take a deep breath, not wanting to start another draining argument between us. Paige noticed that I was more frustrated than usual. âLook, I'm sorry. Can we just lie down and watch a movie? I just wanna forget last night happenedâ Paige suggests as she takes my hand in herâs. This is the bullshit that makes me so mad. I donât want to ignore the issue. That's all she ever wants to do.
âNo, Paige. We have to talk. We canât keep ignoring this. If we ignore it all the time it just gets worse and worseâ I stand up and walk around the small space of our apartment. âI donât feel like talking about it. I just wanna sleep and lay with you. The couch wasnât the most comfortableâ Paige laughs, trying to soften the mood. âI understand Paige. However, what happened last night was justâŚit was a lotâ I sigh, rubbing my hand through my tight coils. â Oh my god. Are you seriously still upset about that? I told you about eighteen times you have nothing to be jealous ofâ Paige's voice gets louder, as she remembers how ridiculous she felt the conversation was. âYou constantly telling me âDonât worry about itâ and âYou're overreactingâ doesnât ease my fucking nerves, babe. It makes me feel like I'm delusional and I know I'm notâ I say, becoming more and more frustrated with every word that leaves my mouth. âI never said the you were delusional, babe! Iâm telling you that you have nothing to worry about. If you donât believe me I donât know what to tell you. What do you want me to doâ Paige rubs her hands over her face as she makes her way over to the couch.Â
âI donât know Paige! I honestly donât know but you donât understand. The way you say these things makes me feel���like I'm this weird insecure girlfriend who needs you to coddle her all the timeâ I say walking over to stand in front of her. She slightly, but noticeably rolls her eyes. I scoff and walk into the bedroom, just needing to get away from her. To my misfortune, she follows me. âBaby! I am trying my best to figure out what you want. You're acting fucking weird and I donât know what you wantâ Paige exclaims. I stood and looked at her for a whileâŚ.what did I want?Â
Why were we always having these useless arguments that felt like they were going nowhere? Was I trying to prove something? Were we trying to keep something alive that just wasnât there anymore? What the fuck was going on.
âHello? Seriously what is going on with youâ Paige asks as she annoyingly waves a hand in front of your face. âPaigeâ I pause, not exactly sure what to say. âI think we need to take a breakâ Tears finally fall from my eyes. Paigeâs entire demeanor changes, shock filling her body. âWhat the fuck are you talking aboutâ Paige asks with a shaky voice. âI just feel like we should take a breakâŚthis relationship needs a breakâ I walk over to the closet, packing a bag full of enough clothes until I can get the rest of mine. âWhy would we need to take a break Y/n? Because we had a few arguments? That makes no senseâ She exclaims, following me into the closet. âPaige! We have been constantly fighting for a fucking month now! Im fucking tiredâ I yell while clapping my hands, hoping to get my point across. Paigeâs eyes fill with tears, both of us motionless. It felt like someone had just stabbed me in the heart.
 I would never in a million years have guessed that I would be packing my clothes to take a break from the love of my life. Paige all of a sudden takes my hand in hers, staring into what felt like my soul. âY/nâŚplease. Donât leave. I'm sorryâ Tears fall down the blonde's face as I drop my duffle bag to the floor for a split second. Every bone in my body was telling you to stay, to forget everything that had happened. They were telling me to just sit on the couch like I usually would and brace for the next argument that would ring throughout the apartment. However, my heart was telling me that you needed time apart so that we could get better.Â
I take the girl's face in my hands, looking into her beautiful blue eyes. âItâs not forever Paige. I promise,â I say, trying to keep a strong face on. âBut we need some time apart so that we can get betterâŚI need you to understandâ I whisper. Paige is hesitant but nods her head. I finally let out a shaky breath as she sniffles and leaves the room. As she closes the door I let out another shaky breath that turns into a sob.Â
As I calm myself down I finish packing my bag with enough clothes to keep me through the âbreakâ. Once I finished, I walked out into the living room to see Paige curled up on the couch, eyes red from her tears. With a shaky breath, I walk over to her, giving her a passionate kiss before making my way to the door. With my hand on the handle, I hesitate, turning to Paige to look at her for the last time in a while. âI love you, P,â I say, with a smile and salty tears falling down my face. âI love you too, Beautifulâ Paige sniffles and laughs. With those last words being said, I close the door to our apartment, ready to see what life has in store for me until I see her next.Â
This was my first REALLY long fic! I hope yall enjoyed and I MIGHT make a part two cuz I hate when some angst don't have a happy ending <3
#paige bueckers x black!reader#paige bueckers x reader#paige bueckers#paige buckets#wlw#lesbian#uconn#uconn wbb#uconn huskies#uconn womenâs basketball#paige bueckers angst
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What Were You Thinking
Austin Butler x reader
Warnings - none, fluff
Word count - 2849
a/n - I watched The Bikeriders, so now i'm ready for the benny imagines. Also, I gotta step up my writing game. I hope you enjoy :)
Of course youâre not ignoring him. You havenât talked to him and you havenât answered any of his messages or calls, but that doesnât mean youâre ignoring him, right? Well, maybe.
A couple of nights ago, you and Austin shared a moment after dinner with some crew members and, ever since then youâve been casually avoiding him. He had been on his way out of the hotel to take a late night stroll to clear his head and asked you if you would like to join him. Thinking nothing of it and needing a release as well, you accepted his offer.
The two of you ended up on the roof of the hotel since no one would be able to find you two there, and after talking for a bit about whatever came to mind, you both just stood in silence as you looked out at the city.
You donât remember exactly how it happened, but one moment Austin had begun to confess his growing feelings towards you, and then the next the two of you were kissing. It wasnât a complete surprise because the two of you have grown closer and closer throughout the duration of filming, and you felt some tension between you guys, but you thought you were just being delusional.
Now, itâs not like you didnât feel the same way towards him because you did â he had you hooked from the moment you first met him â you supposed you just didnât expect this moment to ever happen. And itâs not like the kiss wasnât great, Austin was gentle and you felt so safe in his arms â not like you had a list of experiences to compare it to.
When the two of you parted ways for the night, you were on good terms, but when you woke up the next morning everything hit you. Your mind started to race as you began to wonder if Austin had regretted the kiss, or if he had had too much to drink last night which resulted in his confession, or maybe you were just getting pranked.
Then you remembered that Austin isnât one to drink until getting drunk, and he isnât a huge fan of pranks, meaning that everything that had happened the night before was real. This didnât make you feel better at all, though.Â
You didnât have to see him that day because you had a flight to catch your next destination of the press tour, and Austin had some talk show to attend meaning he would be on a later flight. That didnât stop him from reaching out to you, though, and in the beginning you were texting him back, but then you panicked and stopped.
You had told your assistant everything that had happened since you felt so confused, but she didnât really say anything except how she knew it all along and how you shouldnât be worried because Austin was the one to confess his feelings first.Â
This didnât make you feel better either.
You canât stay away from him forever though because now youâre about to attend your movie premiere in Sydney, which means you have to see him during pictures and the interviews.
Your assistant walks in on you pacing around your hotel room and asks, âDo you need a paper bag to breathe into?â
You stop your pacing to glare at her and say, âYouâre not funny.â You decide to look out of the window to distract yourself, only to notice the drops of rain beginning to fall from the sky.Â
Great.
âI donât understand what youâre so worried about, itâs just Austin,â your assistant tells you.
âYou mean the guy I made out with and then completely avoided him after? What the hell am I supposed to say to him?â you ask, about to run a hand over your face until you remember the full face of makeup you have on.
âHow about a âhiâ. Youâre making this way harder than it has to be, yâknow. Itâs not like heâs going to be mad at you, I donât even think he has an angry bone in his body,â your assistant laughs. âNow, can you please finish sulking? The car is waiting downstairs.â
You roll your eyes as you step away from the window and give yourself one last final look in the mirror. You canât deny the fact that your dress is gorgeous, along with your hair and makeup, making you feel confident and prepared for the dozens of pictures you're about to take.
Your assistant comes up to stand behind you as well, giving you a once-over with a smile. âYou look amazing, and I know Austin will feel the same.â
When you arrive at the theatre, there are dozens of fans standing along the barricade waiting for cast members to come over and say hello to them and sign autographs. As you step out of the vehicle, with the help of your driver offering his hand, you notice Austin immediately as he moves down the long line of fans to sign whatever they hand him.
His assistant and publicist are behind him trying to keep an umbrella over his head, but Austin being Austin doesnât care about the rain messing up his styled hair or his fancy suit and continues to hold conversations as best as he can. That doesnât stop his team from surrounding him and trying to keep him looking nice for everyone.
You, on the other hand, would like to stay as dry as possible.
The volume of the crowd suddenly rises as everyone notices your arrival, making Austin turn around. His eyes meet yours and for a second you freeze and donât know what to do. The weather has made him look even better, if thatâs even possible, and the wet hair definitely does something to you.
After taking a moment, you finally snap out of it and give him a small smile, which he returns before continuing your walk.
Austin watches from his spot as you walk away, your back towards him. He canât help but admire and appreciate your appearance, and he canât wait to tell you how beautiful you are.Â
That is, if you actually come near him. Heâs not completely offended that youâve gone distant from him over the last couple of days, but he is confused. He knows his feelings for you are reciprocated, so heâs just guessing and hoping that you freaked out over everything.
Austin gets lost in thought for a second before he hears the girl next to him giggle to her friend because they obviously witnessed the whole thing. He clears his throat before smiling at her and signing the action figure of one of his past characters that she hands him. A laugh leaves his lips at the fact that the thing even exists.
Once you meet some fans yourself, itâs time for the interview and photographs part of the premiere, which youâre not completely looking forward to. Austin comes up beside you as you pose in front of the backdrop for the paparazzi and places a hand on your waist.
Under any other circumstances, his touch wouldnât be bothering you since this isnât anything new, but now youâre just finding it distracting. His cologne and natural scent fills your nostrils, and you could definitely pass out. You feel yourself start to sweat and your heartbeat begins to beat faster as you try and focus on smiling for the pictures.
All the while, you can see your assistant standing off to the side and smirking at the two of you.
The thought of firing her crosses your mind.
Then, Austin leans down to whisper in your ear, âYou look beautiful tonight.â He pulls away as he smiles down at you, and your fake grin for the cameras automatically turns into a genuine one.
You look up at him and muster up âthank youâ before quickly looking away. Austinâs gaze lingers on you for a couple seconds more, before looking away as well.Â
How are you supposed to survive the rest of the night, if you canât even handle something as small as this?Â
It eventually comes time for the interviews, and throughout each one all you can think about is body heat radiating off of him onto you as he stands close to you. You feel your face get warm, but that doesnât mean itâs because of him. It could be from the questions youâre being asked, which you feel are beginning to get repetitive.
Every once in a while, you swear he feels closer than normal, which could easily be written off as Austin just listening to the answers you give.
After everything moves inside, you immediately leave the group to make a beeline for the bathroom â to relieve yourself of course, but to also give yourself a chance to breathe. Thereâs plenty of time before you have to go on stage along with the rest of the cast â and Austin â so might as well relax, right?
Wrong.
When you finally decide youâve spent enough time in the bathroom, you leave, only to run into Austin himself, catching you completely off guard. You feel your heart drop.Â
Heâs leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets as he watches you step out. His eyebrows raise at you in curiosity, silently wanting to address the elephant in the room.
âItâs kind of weird for a man to linger outside of the ladies restroom,â you joke, not knowing what else to say.
Austin smirks, âI know, I usually donât do it, but you gave me no choice â since youâve been avoiding and all.â
Also, your assistant told him where to find you, but he wasnât going to tell you that.
You swallow. âI havenât.â
âOh really? Then what do you call what youâve been doing for the past couple of days?â Austin tilts his head.
âHow do you know I didnât get sick or something? Or maybe I lost my phone, that happens yâknow,â you tell him as you fold your arms over your chest.
A few people come walking down the hallway, and Austin waits for them to pass before answering, âBecause you always make sure that you have your phone, and youâve still been posting on social media.â
Oops.Â
âI thought you didnât really go on social media,â you point out, your eyebrows furrowing.
âThatâs not the point,â he playfully rolls his eyes. Heâs about to say something when another group of people walk past, some of them entering the bathroom that you two are still in front of for some reason.
Then Austin motions with his head for you to follow him, which you do. He opens a couple of doors and closes them back before finally finding an empty room for the two of you to talk. He lets you walk in first, his hand on the small of your back, before following and closing the door behind you two.
The space was small and had theatre equipment scattered around. You put some distance in between you and Austin as he turns to face you. If this was any other circumstance, being locked in a room with Austin Butler wouldnât seem so bad.
Austin runs a hand through his damp hair before stuffing his hands back into his pockets. âSo?â he speaks up, wanting you to address the situation.Â
âSoâŚwhat?â you ask as you casually look around the room, trying to look at anything but him. You canât handle his blue eyes burning into your soul at the moment, but then again you never could because itâs Austin.
âYou canât just avoid me forever. What happened to you?â he asks you softly, and you honestly donât know what to say.
âHey, I basically shut down after we kissed and now I canât look you in the eye because I donât know if what happened that night is actually real. Whatâs been going on with you?â
Yeah, no.
You feel your ears begin to grow hot and a weird sensation in your stomach as Austin stares you down. He takes a few steps closer to you and moves his head, trying to get you to look at him.
âYeah, yeah I know,â you mumble. Not knowing what to do with your arms, you fold them across your chest once again.Â
âTalk to me.â He takes another step closer, his expression gentle. âDid I cross a line by kissing you? Did you have a change of heart? What is it?â
âI justâI donât know, okay?â you say, dramatically throwing your hands in the air.
Then Austinâs eyes squint and he smirks. âYou freaked out didnât you?â
A scoff leaves your mouth because how dare he accuse you of something so true?
You shoot him a glare before saying, âSomething like that.â
âI knew it. I know you too well.â
Austin comes closer until heâs standing right in front of you, then takes your hands into his.
âWhy didnât you just come talk to me? We couldâve worked it out.â
âBecause I donât know what Iâm doing, Austin. Your career is taking off and you're this big celebrity, and Iâm just someone at the beginning of their career â a nobody,â you tell him, looking up at him.
Austinâs eyes furrow and the feeling of hurt flashes across his face. âYouâre not a nobody, donât say that. Look where we are right now, at a premiere for a movie that you're the lead in. And who cares about my career, that doesnât matter. Iâm a human just like you. I like you for you.â
âCome on, Austin,â you sigh as you go to back up, but his grip on your hands tighten.
When heâs sure youâre not going to move again, he places his hands on both sides of your face, forcing you to look at him. Forcing you to see him.
âWhat do I need to do to show you Iâm telling the truth?â he asks, his thumb gently caressing your cheek. His voice is low now as his eyes flicker between yours. His feelings about you are genuine and he needs you to notice that.
You get that same feeling in your chest that you felt that night on the hotel rooftop. When the air was silent, and the two of you were put in your own bubble. You remember the way his hands felt on your body as he held you close, so tenderly.
âItâs not you, itâs me,â you admitted, though it was obvious.
âThen get out of your head. Do you really think I would be holding you in this extremely dusty room if I didnât care for you. You do realize how close we are, right?â he tries to assure you.
How could you not? You could feel his breath on your face everytime he talked. His scent overruled the smell of the tiny room, making it that much easier to focus on him.
âYeah,â you answer. Your voice is low now too, matching his.Â
After a beat of silence, Austin says, âWould you run away again, if I kissed you right now?â
You shake your head ânoâ because thereâs no way you can trust your voice right now. Austin waits another moment to see if you would back away, but when you donât, he leans in to connect your lips with his.
His lips are just like you remembered it, soft and plump, as he moves in sync with you. Your hands move to rest on his chest before slowly moving up to wrap around his neck. You feel Austin smile into the kiss, and you canât help but do the same. Austinâs hands leave your face before landing on your waist, pulling you even move into him, making sure you were the only air he was breathing.
When the two of you finally have to pull away for some much needed air, your faces still stay close enough for your noses to barely touch.
You feel like you could just stay here and forget the movie premiere, but the idea immediately gets tossed out the window when Austinâs phone buzzes in his pocket. He keeps one hand on your waist as he goes to dig it out, only to reveal text messages from his publicist wondering where the two of you were.
Right as Austinâs thumb moves to text her back, another two pop up.
âWell sheâs definitely not happy,â Austin laughs.
âWe should get back before she kills you,â you say as you watch the messages roll in.
âYeah, I guess,â he agrees as he answers his publicist before re-pocketing his phone, a hint of disappointment in his tone.
As he walks you to the door and opens it, you stop to say, âJust for the record, I didnât run. I would call it more like slowly taking a couple steps back.â
âWhatever you say, just donât do it again because I will have to chase after you,â he cheeses down at you.
That honestly doesnât sound too bad.
What were you thinking to avoid this man?
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It's a bit long - maybe it a two-parter? But reader is in love with Eddie and tries to show him, sending him love notes in his locker but he thinks (hopes) they are from Chrissy so she decides to just give up, thinking he will never see her like that so she distances herself completely and he doesn't understand why - she even changes direction when they are about to run into each other in the corridor - and when he finally manages to confront her she just tells him "You won't ever love me like I love you so I am just trying to move on" and he's like "well, how do you know that, you've never given me a chance to love you, you just bailed when I didn't realize you were the one sending the notes!"
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Angst, fluff, pining.
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For the last two weeks you had a secret. It was something you hadn't told anyone, not even Robin.
The note in your pocket is carefully sealed in an envelope that you are going to try and sneak in Eddie's locker.
In the last few weeks you have been leaving love notes for your long time crush Eddie Munson. You had poured your heart out in the notes, it was cathartic. A way to express your feelings that were bursting to be let out and it was nice to watch the sweet smile on Eddie's face when he read the notes.
They were all signed anonymously and you disguised your handwriting just enough so that Eddie wouldn't notice it was you. To be honest you were trying to build up the courage to confess to him.
Cautiously you look around and there is a rare occurrence where the hallway is pretty much empty so you quickly rush over to Eddie's locker and slip the note in.
Heart hammering you hurry away from the locker and feel nerves swirl in your stomach. This note was different, a lot more detailed and lovey dovey than the others, you couldn't help it. You were head over heels for Eddie and even though the notes were anonymous, it felt cathartic to say how you felt.
When Eddie finds the latest note at lunch time, the whole of Hellfire is gently teasing him. His cheeks are pink but his eyes are full of excitement, and an anxiousness to know who they are from.
"Who's going to send this doofus love notes though really?" Gareth jokes and ducks to miss the pretzel thrown at his head while laughing his head off.
Then Eddie perks up, smiles dreamily and sighs. "Hey maybe they are from Chrissy?" He looks so hopeful and the words immediately crush any thoughts that you had in which he might feel the same.
Chrissy. He wanted it to be Chrissy, of course he did. She was the sweetest and prettiest girl in Hawkins High, there was no way that Eddie was immune to her charms.
It hurt you though. All this time he talked about not conforming and yet he falls for the beauty queen. Not that you could be too mad at him, it's not like anyone could help who they fell for. You wish you could have that power, to erase these feelings you have for Eddie.
The thoughts still make you feel faintly nauseated and you get up suddenly, "Sorry guys, uh headache'' it's all you can do not to run out of the cafeteria while blinking away tears.
Thank god no one saw you crying. Then you'd really have no way to explain yourself.
That night you're laying in bed and listening to the most angsty music you can find, your thoughts racing about what happened today and stomach churning at what it meant.
You knew deep down that Eddie might not feel the same and at least that was confirmed. It was time to stop indulging in dumb fantasies, it felt like the small bit of hope you had clung onto had faded and now you had given up. Eddie was never going to see you as anything more than a friend.
Maybe it was the push you needed to move on? Or at least distance yourself a tiny bit until these feelings faded.
But how long would that take? The thought of not seeing Eddie every day is awful, you don't know what to do and the worry and despair keeps you up all night.
By the morning you feel numb but full of acceptance at what you need to do.
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Distancing yourself from Eddie was hard. He was so ingrained in your usual routines, you were so used to seeing him practically every day that there was this ache in your chest that he wasn't around.
It didn't help that Eddie looked at you like a lost puppy and it shook your resolve every time. You missed the guys at Hellfire too, instead of your usual spot at the table you talked to Robin or Nancy, aware of eyes on you when you didn't sit down beside Eddie.
It was a catch-22, you desperately wanted these feelings to go away so things were back to normal but you missed Eddie like crazy, it felt like a piece of you was missing.
When you saw him in the corridor today, you froze and went in the other direction but you didn't miss the look on his face when you did. It was so hurt and it crushed your heart even more.
You couldn't leave things like this, you would have to say something. Eddie must be so confused and you didn't want to hurt him. But how could you explain how you felt about him, that you're the one who sent the notes?
What if finding out how you felt ruined your friendship? What if what you were doing was ending it, honestly your mind was racing a mile a minute.
Shit you haven't sent any notes in over a week, you didn't want Eddie to get his hopes up wishing it was Chrissy only to be disappointed that it was you.
Obviously you and Eddie really need to talk. Eddie must be thinking the same thing because he shows up at your house around an hour later with a determined look in his eyes.
He's angry and you can't blame him. If the situation was reversed you would feel the same. His furious gaze softens as he takes in your tears.
"Why have you been avoiding me?" His tone is gentler than you'd expect and that makes you feel worse. God you've missed him, you've really missed him.
"I'm sorry" you murmured and made your decision to tell Eddie about the notes, hoping that he wouldn't hate you. "Eddie, I-" he speaks before you can get the words out.
"I know it's you sending the notes" oh...oh shit. You're nervous so that makes you babble and grow even more flustered because you don't know how Eddie would react.
"How?" is the last question you ask and he smiles, all dimples. The smile that you love.
"When you started avoiding me after I said I hoped the notes were from Chrissy, the look on your face...I'm not stupid sweetheart, it became pretty obvious" so much for thinking that you had covered up your feelings, you should have realised eddie would figure it out.
He could be annoyingly perceptive. "I know you don't feel the same Eddie, you're panicking now so you're basically word vomiting, "I've been trying to get over these feelings so that's why I've been distant, I'm sorry"
He frowns, "Sweetheart, I don't want you to avoid me" you bite your lip, emotions rushing to the surface. Frustrated you wipe the tears that are building in your eyes.
"I don't know what else to do Eddie! You won't ever love me like I love you so I am just trying to move on, I'm trying to do that so I don't mess up our friendship" you choke on the words and try to stop the tears that are blurring your eyes. he stares at you looking absolutely stunned.
"You love me?" his voice is so small and you swear there's a hopeful edge to it but you must just be imagining it.
"Yeah, I'm the one who's been sending the notes, but you wanted it to be Chrissy and like I said you don't love me like I love you so I need to move on" Eddie groan exasperated and runs his hand through his hair in frustration. It tugs on his unruly curls and he groans, once his hand is free, he's gesturing widely.
"Well how do you know that? You've never given me the chance to love you, you just bailed when I didn't realise you were the one sending the notes" he snaps and you're seriously frustrated.
"Because you wanted it to be Chrissy! And give you a chance to love me? You either love me or you don't Eddie. I can't just sit around on the off chance that you might feel the same way when you obviously don't"
Tears roll down your cheeks and you wipe them away shakily, you're emotionally spent and you just want to have some time for yourself.
Eddie softens and his hands are on your shoulder, soothing and tender. "You're not listening, I want a chance to love you because I am in love with you"
Oh... "You do, you reply hopeful and he nods, keeping his gaze on you. What about Chrissy?" he shakes his head and his hand moves up to caress your cheek, his gaze is soft and full of adoration.
"Just a dumb crush. I'm over her now. What I feel for you...you're all I think about sweetheart, shit I think almost losing you helped give me a uh, knock on the head" you giggle and he ducks his head looking almost shy.
"Can I kiss you?" you nod eagerly and it doesn't take long for his lips to meet yours. Eddie pulls away after a few seconds and looks completely blissed out. It's exactly how you feel. Wow.
"Shit, I am an idiot, could have been doing that for a while now if I wasn't so oblivious" you stifle a smile and he's grinning too, smiling as he kisses you again.
And again. Showing you how much he loves you.
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Jamie request! this is kinda lengthy but Jamie thinks something is happening between his girlfriend and Z bc a Trevor keeps popping up in her phone but itâs an ex that Jamie has heard about whoâs blackmailing her. She doesnât wanna tell Jamie bc sheâs very independent but also doesnât wanna get anyone else involved. This causes tension between her and Jamie so Jamie texts Z trying to confront him before realizing itâs the ex and his mind goes to cheating but she finally explains the situation to him and maybe a little spice? and fluff at the end
[ guess who ] j. drysdale
pairing : Jamie Drysdale x fem!reader
summary : after seeing someone named âTrevorâ pop up on his girlfriendâs phone, Jamie thinks sheâs cheating on him with his best friend, but then she comes clean to him and Jamie finds out that not everything is what it seems
warning(s) : nsfw ! implied sex, some sexual content, making out, angsty (very angsty), mentions of cheating and abuse, blackmail, mentions of injury, POV changes, one use of Y/N
authorâs note : anon i am so sorry this took so long to finish. hope you enjoy <33
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She and Jamie are both left panting with a layer of sweat covering their bodies as they lay beside one another. They're completely spent and she's not sure if she can feel her legs at the moment. She pushes her hair away from her face before she looks at Jamie.
"You are incredible, pretty girl," Jamie pants with a smile on his face. "God, if you could ride me everyday, I could die a happy man."
"Jamie, I don't think you understand how tiring that is," she laughs as she rolls over and presses soft kisses to his already swollen lips. "The only reason I keep riding you is because you're hurt and I don't want you to exert or hurt yourself again."
He deeply kisses her back, wanting to start another round. She hums and shakes her head. Jamie pulls back with a groan. "Fine," he sighs. "I'll let you go pee and clean yourself up. I want my mouth on you as soon as you get back though."
With a laugh, she rolls out of bed. She pulls on one of Jamie's shirts before slipping into the bathroom to relieve herself so she doesn't end up catching a UTI. She fixes her ponytail knowing that it's going to get ruined again and checks her chest for marks, which are new and bruising already.
After she's done, she makes her way back into the bedroom. "You know," she says as she walks into the room. "You need to let up on the marking before it looks like I got bit by a vampire or something." Her playful tone ends when she sees Jamie scrolling on her phone. "Baby?"
Jamie looks up at her. "Why is Trevor sending you pictures?" he asks.
"What pictures?" she questions in reply.
He turns her phone around so she can see what he's talking about. The pictures in question are pictures of her, pictures of Trevor -- but it isn't Zegras who is sending those pictures. Not that anyone would know who it is in those pictures because they're all faceless.
Her ex-boyfriend, also named Trevor, is mad that she's with someone infinitely better than he is, and now he's trying to manipulate and blackmail her back into a relationship with him. Jamie doesn't know about him, which is why he thinks it's Z sending her naked pictures of them.
"Jamie, baby-" she starts to say before she's interrupted.
"Don't 'Jamie baby' me right now," Jamie snaps. "I can't believe you'd do this to me. To us. Trevor is my best friend. You could've picked literally anyone else but you chose my best friend to cheat on me with."
She immediately begins to shake her head. "Jamie, it's not what you think," she panics as he gets out of bed and gets dressed. "Please. I need to tell you something and-"
"Tell me when you end things with my best friend because I really don't want to hear your excuses right now," he tells her as he dresses. "I'm going to Cam's. Don't talk to me until you're ready to tell me why you cheated on me with Trevor."
Not knowing what else to do, she watches Jamie storm out the door. The front door slams shut and she flinches like the door hit her.
This is what she gets for not telling Jamie about her ex sooner.
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[ Jamie's POV ]
He has half a mind to drive up to Bedford to have a word or two with Z. How could her girlfriend sleep with Trevor knowing he's best friends with Jamie? He can't believe that the two most important people in his life betrayed him like this.
It's nearly midnight when Jamie knocks on Yorkie's apartment door. A second or two later, the door swings open. A surprise Cam asks, "What are you doing here? It's midnight, Jimmy."
"I, um," Jamie hesitates, not knowing if he wants to tell anyone what is going on. "I just needed to get out of the apartment. We had a fight, I guess you can say."
Cam moves aside to let Jamie into the apartment. He pushes past and sits on the couch in the living room. Cam joins him a second later.
All he can see is the pictures on his girlfriend's phone. Pictures of her. Pictures of Trevor. He shudders at the memory and resists every urge to throw up on the carpeted floor.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Cam asks. "The fight, I mean. It was bad enough that you had to leave."
Jamie pushes his hair out of his face and sits back. "She was in the bathroom," he begins. "Then her phone began buzzing and buzzing so I looked at it to see who was texting her so late at night. I opened her phone to Trevor sending pictures to her of the two of them. In bed together."
"Holy shit," Cam breathes out. "No way. Zegras hooked up with your girl?"
"I don't know when and I don't know if they are still hooking up but yeah, apparently," he says. He rubs his face and groans into his hands. "I can't believe the two of them would hook up behind my back. Like, I get that I'm not the easiest person to be with considering I've needed near constant taking care of over the past year and a half but talk to me instead of hooking up with my best friend."
"That's not your fault, Jamie."
"Apparently it is because why else would she go out and fuck Trevor behind my back?" he questions.
He pulls out his phone and pulls his his messages with Z. "What are you doing?" Cam asks.
"Texting Z because he needs to know that I know."
to: zzzegras - 12:02 am what the fuck dude ? my girlfriend ?
from: zzzegras - 12:03 am ????????
to: zzzegras - 12:06 am i saw the pictures you sent her. i'm not stupid. why her ? don't you have your own girlfriend ? why mine ?
from: zzzegras - 12:08 am i have know idea what you're talking abt jamie. what pictures did i send her ? aside from gifts for you for when you get better
to: zzzegras - 12:09 am what ??
A picture comes through seconds later of a screenshot. It's an exchange between his girlfriend and Trevor from the day before. There are pictures of buildings and tickets in the screenshot with a message from Trevor saying "he'd love that".
The final text in the chain is from (Y/N). It's from fifteen minutes ago and it says: "you were right. i should've told him abt my ex bc he just walked out the door thinking you sent me naked pictures when it was him. god, why can't trev just leave. me. alone ! he's going to ruin everything between me and jamie when i don't want jamie to worry abt this rn".
from: zzzegras - 12:12 am it wasn't me dude. you need to talk to her abt it. there's more going on that you should know, and it concerns her and she should be the one to tell you
Confused, Jamie looks up from his phone. "I don't think it was Z that sent her those pictures," he tells Cam. "I think she's in some trouble though."
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She sits on the mattress with her knees brought up against her chest while she stares at her phone. More texts from Trevor come through while she wants for something from Jamie so she can explain what's going on and that she isn't cheating on him with Z.
That's the last thing she ever wants Jamie to think because she loves Jamie and everything that comes with him. His baggage, his injuries, his laugh, his smile. She won't care when he retires from the NHL. She loves all of Jamie, hockey player or not.
The door opens while she's deep in thought and the sound pulls her out of her head. Jamie stands in the doorway. She pouts and tears begin to prick her eyes at the sight of Jamie in the doorway.
"Tell me who Trevor is," Jamie says. "Why is he sending you naked pictures of the two of you in bed?"
"He's my ex," she admits with a shaky voice. "He was manipulative and abusive. When I found the courage to leave, he told me that I'd never find anyone better than him. I did, and now he's mad about it."
Jamie's face falls at her confession. "I didn't know any of that," he quietly says. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"I didn't want him to have anything against you because you have a career to lose," she cries. "I didn't have anything to lose. If those pictures of me come out then oh well, they'll probably get posted to some porn sites, but if he was able to get something of you and those leaked then I'd be devastated. I was scared that he'd ruin your entire career, our lives together."
He walks toward her at the same time her phone buzzes. She groans and hides her face. The bed moves as Jamie sits on the mattress. She looks up at him and watches him grab her phone. He scrolls for a second and says, "I could've helped you. Seriously. You didn't have to go through his alone."
She wipes away her own tears. "I did," she tells him. "Well, technically, I had Z because I texted him once asking him why most guys named Trevor were assholes and had to tell him but that was an accident. I didn't think he'd ask questions. I should've told you but I didn't want you involved."
The phone buzzes again. She sighs. Jamie taps a few more times before he holds the device up to his ear. Her eyes widen when she hears her ex's voice on the phone. Jamie winks at her before he says, "I don't know who you are but you have the wrong number. I suggest you stop sending those pictures though. They could do a lot of damage in the wrong hands."
Then he hangs up the phone. He smiles at her. "I don't- you aren't mad?" she asks.
"Oh, I am," Jamie replies. "It'll take a little bit for me to get over that you told Z instead of me but I won't let anyone ruin you or our lives together. No matter how mad I am. Not to mention, I love you."
She frowns and crawls up to Jamie. "I'm sorry," she says as she presses kisses to his shoulder. "I really am sorry. I should've told you but I was scared."
Her lips trail from his shoulder to his neck. Jamie looks over at her. "You can kiss me all you want," he tells her. "I'm still mad at you."
"We'll see how long that lasts."
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Pairing: Sirius Black x Fem! Reader AU: Soulmate AU CW: Language, Genre: Angst with a happy ending (don't worry guys) Summary: You make Sirius realize that having a soulmate isnât all that badâ that he too, will have his happily ever after.
Note: One of my favorite tropes to write, soulmate AUs! Sirius just needs love and affirmation. I love writing for this! Enjoy! Picture is from pinterest, credits to the owner!
You know, Sirius never really believed in those pesky soulmates stuff. It irks him to no end, and makes his head hurt.
The topic makes him snappy, bitter, and it leaves him feeling angry. To whom? The worldâ the one whoâs responsible for everything that has to do with soulmates. He thinks it is a bunch of bollocks. Itâs a pathetic little concept that everyone seems to be too invested in.
Sirius would be very much happy to tell you it doesnât really end with a happily-ever-after.
âIâm telling you, Prongs. Itâs just a bunch of crap.â Sirius tells James one time at the drawing room in the Potter Manor. James shakes his head, disagreeing with his best mate.
âIt isnât always like Walburga and Orion, Pads.â James gently tells him, eyes swimming with empathy for Sirius. âJust look at me, Lily and I are together, finally.â Sirius canât help but scoff, shaking his head in a disagreeing manner.
âThatâs because you were already pathetically in love with her before you even knew she was the one, Prongs. Same thing for Lily, but she was quite stubborn trying to deny what she felt about you. You guys are actually made for each other.â James lets out a laugh, the memories resurfacing making a love-struck smile appear on his face (Sirius gave him a disgusted look)
âThatâs what soulmates are, Pads. Youâre supposed to complete each other, balance the other person outâ He pursed his lips and sighed, thereâs no way Prongs could understand his opinion on the matter.
Complete each other, huh?
Then can someone give him a reasonable excuse on why his parents broke each other? One descended into madness; the other doesnât really seem to care as long as the noble house of Black lineage will continue.
Sirius bites his bottom lip, deep in thought as he stares at his pinky, willing the connection to be seen; a red string that was tied into a bow that leads to Merlin-knows-where. It serves as a connection; the string that he and only his soulmate can see whenever they want. He tugs on it curiously, awaiting any reaction with bated breath. He almost scrambled away when he felt the other end also tug it. Sirius was utterly terrified, a shiver crawled up to his system, itâs foreign feeling for the Blackâs eldest son. It made everything feel too real. A fact that he desperately tries to deny.
That night, before they returned to Hogwarts as sixth year students was the last time he ever willed to see the annoying little string in his pinky, not caring if his supposed other half was finding him or already found him.
Maybe it had to do with his twisted upbringing. He saw how his father cut the string tying him to their mother, the purple string that bound them together turning gray and withering away.
He saw how Regulus flinched, no one shouldâve seen a scene like that, but they did. Someone severing their connection to someone who shouldâve been with them through better or for worse, the one that fate intended for them. Their life got worse just after that, forcing him to flee and leave his younger brother behind at the deranged hands of Walburga Black.
âYou should eat more, Reggie.â You turned towards the quiet and reserved Slytherin, pushing his plate closer to him, which made him wince. âI am quite full.â You raised a brow âNone sense, all you did was sip pumpkin juice so you better do as I say or Iâll tell Evan and Junior.â
âDo you know that you boss people around quite well?â He grumbles, shoving a few spoonsful of dinner in his mouth as you hummed in approval, cracking a small smile. âI was told.â Your eyes flickered to the Gryffindor table, it seemed to gravitate you, pulling you in.
Looking down at your pinky, you willed the string to be visible to you. Seeing the red string attached to Sirius Black made your stomach churn; was it butterflies? Unease? You donât particularly know, having mixed reactions to the string that leads to your other half.
Youâve known for over a year now, keeping it to yourself as you quickly figured out that he wants nothing to do with his soulmate.
âReggie! Reggie!â
You exclaimed, slapping the poor boyâs arm as he was currently staying in the L/n Manor. He looked in your direction, quite annoyed, he was interrupted reading his book. âIâm reading, Y/n. You know, you should too. Itâll do you some good.â He sassed, trying to find which part he stopped reading. âMy soulmate! They tugged the string!â You gushed, âThey must be looking for me too, right?â You asked no one in particular, you can still feel the tingles you felt, how your heartbeat picked up, and how you felt like you were in could nine.
Quite the opposite from what Sirius felt, huh?
You never told him, never planned to. It was quite clear what his views are on the concept of soulmates when you saw him snogging different girls every week. It wrecked you; you swore you felt your heart stop beating every time you see him loving a girl other than you even just for a week. It sounds stupid and all, but you would give up everything just to know what it feels like; how he will look at you with love and adoration in his eyes, how his touch and kisses would linger on your body, and how his voice would sound like as his breath fans in your ear, whispering promises of love.
You looked at him from the Slytherin table; so close yet so far.
Regulus noticed, the all too familiar broken look in your face. His heart hurts for you, even if you do not tell him, he already knows. Seeing his brotherâs indifference, Regulusâs gaze hardened. How could he have the guts to do this to his soulmate?
The memory of their mother's despair, the way she withered away after their father severed the bond, was etched into his mind. Regulus does not wish for anyone to feel that way, he does not wish upon it even in his worst enemies.
It was a pain no one should endure, a lesson that should have been learned.
Yet there sat his brother, laughing with his friends and willfully ignoring the pulls of his heart. The person who held the other end of this unseen tether, was beside Regulus. Your soul ached as you watched your soulmate. It was a betrayal of the heart's deepest connection, and it stirred a tempest of fury within Regulus that he struggled to contain.
âMy brother is foolish. Eat.â He states, pushing your food and placing the cornbread on his plate to yours. She cracks a smile, chuckling. âAlright, Reggie. Youâre lucky I love you.â You pat his curls, proceeding to eat the bread, smiling a little. Reggie never really shares his food with anyone, except for you. Youâre the only exception.
âPadfoot.â Remus starts, looking out of the window as Sirius lays down lazily in his bed, looking at nothing.
âWhat, Moons?â
âIf I say that I have an inkling on who your soulmate is, would you⌠look for them?â Remus asked cautiously. Peter and James perked up, eyes wide with shock. How could Remus possibly guess who his soulmate is? Unless⌠Theyâre also in Hogwarts?
âDonât start with that crap, Moony.â Sirius sat up; a scowl displayed in his features as his grey eyes turned stormy.
âDonât you even feel the slightest amount of guilt in your system as you snog other girls?â Remus frowned.
Siriusâs scowl deepened, his hands clenching into fists. âGuilt? For what, Moony? For not wanting to be chained down by some ancient magic?â His voice was a low growl, barely containing the emotions that surged within him. âI wonât be dictated by fate. I make my own choices, and I refuse to be bound by a bond I never asked for.â
Remusâs expression softened, the lines of concern etching deeper into his face. âItâs not about being chained, Pads. Itâs about finding someone who complements you, who understands you in ways no one else can.â He paused, his gaze steady and piercing. âYouâve seen what happens when that bond is severed. Youâve seen the pain it causes. Is that what you want for yourself? For your soulmate whoâs probably hurting somewhere?â
Sirius looks down, biting his lip and playing with the rings on his fingers. âI donât plan on severing our bond, Moons- â
âThen what the fuck are you doing?â Remus spat, Sirius flinched, looking at anything but them. He knew deep down that Remus was right. He canât deny he also wants to look for his soulmate. The only thing that was holding him back is that heâs scared. What if your story would end similarly like how Walburga and Orionâs did? Dread fills his system as he reflects on how he slowly realized heâs becoming like his father. Peter and James exchanged a glance, the weight of the conversation settling heavily upon them.
âIâm scared,â he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. âScared of finding her⌠Scared of repeating the same mistakes.â He paused, his gaze lifting to meet Remusâs. âBut youâre right. I canât keep running from this. Itâs not fair to them, and itâs not fair to me.â
James offered a supportive smile, feeling happy for his friend. Sirius stood up, his posture straightening as if shedding the weight of his fears. âIâll do it. Iâll find her,â he declared, his voice steady. âI owe it to both of us to at least try.â
âThatâs our Padfoot.â Remus breathes a sigh of relief as Peter nods encouragingly at Sirius.
The next daylight soon came. Sirius gulps, looking around the great hall, feeling quite overwhelmed at the number of students entering for breakfast, eating, or chatting amongst themselves. For the first time in a long time, he willed the red string of fate to reappear within his vision.
Ah, there it was. The red string connected to someone from the Slytherin table. Sirius felt his heart drop, seeing the end of the string connected to your pinky. âY/n?â The name left his lips in a hushed awe, his heart skipping a beat as he saw the string connected to your pinky. You, who laughed with such ease beside Regulus, were the missing piece.
Whether it was some brotherly instinct, Regulus looked at him, shooting him a warning stare as if to say: âIf you hurt her, youâll never see the light of day ever again.â
Remus raised his eyebrows in surprise, knowing eyes set on his friend. âFound her, Pads?â
âYeah. Found her, Moony.â
âThen what are you waiting for?â James chimed in, a grin spreading across his face as Peter silently cheers him on. âGo on, before you lose your nerve.â
Sirius took a deep breath, trying to shake off the weight of Regulusâs protective stare. It was a silent challenge, a vow to keep your heart safe from his brother. With a nod of acknowledgment, Sirius stepped forward, crossing the small distance between the Gryffindor table and Slytherin.
âY/n,â he said, standing before you, the red string pulsing with a life of its own.
You stilled, slowly looking in his direction. Eyes wide with surprise, searched his for a moment before softening. âI was wondering when youâd come around,â you teared up, making Siriusâ heart ache.
Sirius extended his hand, the red string wrapping around both your destinies. âLetâs talk, yeah?â
And in that moment, as your fingers intertwined, Sirius knew that whatever the future held, he had made the right choice. For in finding you, he had found a new path that began to unravel, one filled with hope and courage. The buzz of Great Hall continued, but both of them felt time still, feeling the bond weave into their souls deeper.
Siriusâs and Y/nâs story had its flaws, but it was theirs, uniquely woven by the red strings of fate.
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One Call | E.M.
Eddie calls you to pick him up from the police station â eddie x fem!hopper!reader fluff
warnings: eddie gets taken to the police station for peeing in the lake lol
words: 0.8k
âAlright, you know the drill. Someoneâs gotta pick you up; you get one call.â Your dad told Eddie, even though they had been through this routine before. âYour uncle again?â
Eddie shook his head. âNah, Wayneâs out of town. Fishing trip with his buddies. He told me not to bother him unless itâs an emergency.â
âThis doesnât qualify as important enough to call?â One of the officers piped up.Â
Eddie turned his neck to look at the cop. âNope. This is just a normal Tuesday for me.â
Your dad held the phone out for your boyfriend. âWell, you got anyone else you can call?â
Eddie held back a mischievous grin, taking the phone. âI have one person I can call, but I donât think youâre gonna be happy about it.â
âŚâ§âŚâ§âŚ
You rushed down to the station as quickly as possible, only making one stop along the way to grab a peace offering from Bennyâs. Before going inside, you looked through the window to scan the tone of the building, making sure it was okay to go inside.Â
You opened the door and saw Eddie in handcuffs at one of the officersâ desks, twirling a pen with his fingers. Before he got the chance to look up at you, your dad came out from his office looking surprised to see you.Â
âHey, kiddo, what are you doing here?â He asked.Â
You held out the take-out bag for him. âI, uh, I brought you lunch.â
âSheâs got ulterior motives, Hopper!â Eddie piped up from across the room. You turned and shot him a glare, along with a whispered 'shut up'.Â
Your dad looked confused, now starting to understand the food you brought. "What's he talking about?"
There was an awkward silence as you tried to figure out how to word the reason you were really here.Â
"Well, Dad, I'm also here to pick Eddie up."Â
He dropped the takeout bag on the nearest desk and pointed an accusatory finger at Eddie, who sported a smirk.Â
âThis punk?â Your dad asked, raising his voice. âYouâre friends with this punk?â
Much to your dismay, Eddie spoke up again. âDating, actually. But I canât believe it either, Hopper, honestly.â
Even in the tensest of moments, your Eddie still finds a way to flatter you. You wanted to smile and thank him, but then you remembered he was just brought into the police station and hadnât told you why, so you stopped yourself.Â
âYeah, Dad, I am. And I know that you canât stop me from bailing him out, so give me the form to sign.â
The officer whose desk Eddie was sitting at handed you a clipboard and a pen so you could sign and say that you would bail him out and keep him out of trouble for the time being. You flashed a cocky smile to your dad and started filling out the blanks.Â
Your dad rubbed his forehead like he was tired of everyone around himâwhich he was. âDonât give her the clipboard until Iâm done scolding her.â He mumbled.Â
âYou know I brought him in for pissing in Loverâs Lake with his punk friends, right?â
You did not know that. But you werenât going to let him win this round.Â
âOh, like Loverâs Lake isnât already full of piss!â You countered.
âIs that really the hill you want to die on?âÂ
You forcefully handed the completed clipboard to the officer while rolling your eyes.Â
âI donât want to die on any hill, I just want to pick up my boyfriend!â
Eddie gasped happily as the man took off his handcuffs. âShe called me her boyfriend.â
You had to admit, it made you happy too. Even though you were mad at everyone in the room, your angry expression morphed into a smile. âI know, it felt good to say.â You then turned back to your dad. âIâm going now. If you have more to say to me, we can talk tonight.â
With that, you and your boyfriend started walking towards the door. He opened it for you and motioned for you to go first. You started to walk out, but shot a glare at Eddie as you walked by. He messed up and he knew it.Â
Before Eddie closed the door behind you, your dad shouted one last thing at you. âYou know, kid, just âcause heâs out of trouble, doesnât mean you are!â
You looked back at him through the doorway. âOh, believe me, Dad, heâs not out of trouble yet!â
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Venomous- Bucky Barnes
Authors Note: Gahhhhhh, enjoy. Part 2 soon
Warnings: Mentions of suicide, mentions of murder.
Word Count: 7566
Requests: OPEN! [This work is a request]
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Inland TaipanÂ
Scientific Name: Oxyuranus microlepidotus
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âDespair is the price one pays when they set an impossible aim.â Dreykov murmurs, his voice sending a chill down your spy as he circles you slowly. His footsteps fall into a pattern your brain canât help but follow, a constant thud like a war drum.Â
And though he claimed to be checking you for your next mission you couldnât help but feel as though he was circling you like a predator would itâs prey.Â
âHe needed youâ, you tried to remind yourself, doing your best to ease yourself and hide the fear from him. Because the truth was he didnât need you. You might be his top assassin in this moment but you were easily replaceable.Â
Natasha herself had warned you before she escaped.Â
âWe are nothing but weapons here.â She had whispered to you one night, huddled together to keep warmth on the mission, arms wound tightly around each other. Your sister in arms, your sister in life since you didnât know your own family.Â
You had known she wanted out, you wanted the same thing, and though you werenât mad she had made it out you were upset that she had done it without you.Â
Countless times dreaming of a life beyond all of this.Â
Lies.Â
âDo you understand what this means, pretty girl?â Dreykov asks, pulling your attention away from your memories back to where he know stood behind you, staring at him through the reflection of the mirror while you shake your head.Â
You were nervous he had caught you, that he knew you had hacked into his system three days ago to find your birth name, and so when you had been ordered down you were sure he was going to kill you.Â
But instead he had you prep for an upcoming mission.Â
âIt means not to set yourself up for failure. You know your skill, and you know your limitations. You are my top weapon.â He explains, not breaking eye contact as you bite back your tongue to make a snide comment. âThe mission I am about to send you on is long and I trust no one but you.â
âThank you.â You mutter, nodding your head.Â
âIâd like to introduce you to the key of this mission, a vital part.â The door opens a couple feet away, and a strong figure was soon led into the room, the second you spot him your entire body tightens in discomfort.Â
Right, Natalia Romanov was gone and you had taken her place. Which meant you would now do duo missions with the Winter Soldier himself.Â
And you knew the moment your eyes traced over his body that he would ruin everything. By the way his eyes traced over your own before his fists tightened you knew he was thinking the same about you.Â
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Dr. Aquinos always had a noticeable look of pity that, no matter how many times you saw it, always set your stomach twisting in a mix of anger and embarrassment. But you were sure if you were to bring this up she would simply tell you that you were over reading, trying to find an excuse not to trust her.Â
âBy the sounds of it you werenât always this distrusting, why donât we try to go back and think about when that began to changeâ. Blah blah blah.Â
The clock on the wall was the only sound that could be heard in the room, with you sitting completely still in an effort to wait out this hour until you could leave, and her across from you sitting patiently with her classic notepad and pen. She often twirled it between her fingers when she was getting impatient, and you tried not to smirk at the sight of her doing it now.Â
âI thought we had moved past this waiting game routine.â
âI thought you were over that sweater,â You huff, shrugging your shoulder a bit and giving her an empty glare, only to find that she narrows her eyes. Like a lion reading the challenge.Â
âYou look sick.â There it is again, that damn pity that made you want to scratch out her eyes, and maybe your own. You always hated her pity, or maybe you hated the âsereneâ paintings around the room or the happy family photo that proudly hung from the wall next to the office door. The same photo that always dug a hole in your chest whenever you spotted it.Â
It was a reminder and a slap in the face at the same time. Dr. Aquinos kids will never know that pain or suffering which isnât their fault and yet you couldnât stop the resentment that filled you whenever you saw that damn photo. The smile that reminded you of so many⌠so many children that deserved better.Â
You hated this office, and yet you found yourself here once a damn week.Â
âI believe the term you are looking for is sickening.â You flash her a wide smile, crossing your legs to seem more confident in this moment, trying not to seem like that movement alone caused you pain.Â
âI mean sick.â She states, her tone still holding that fucking pity. âWas it a long night for you?â
Yes. It had been an extremely long night for you. The first half of the night had been spent on top of a roof in the freezing cold for surveillance, only the target had shown up 40 minutes later than he normally did which meant you had an extra 40 minutes of the winter air making you shiver and tightening your bones. Which made the hip injury you tried to avoid all the worse, hard to move around.Â
By the time you managed to limp your way home, scarfing down the small rations of food into your mouth before shoving a pain pill down and diving into the cot you kept in the closet for safety.Â
You had gotten maybe an hour worth of sleep before the terrors dragged you awake in a pool of your own sweat, panic clinging to your every move.Â
Your hip still hurt, the throbbing beginning to work itâs way into your spine, but you had a performance to play here. âNot really, I slept through the night and woke up in my soft warm bed.â
âYouâre not still sleeping on the military cot in the closet then?â
âNo,â You lie, enjoying the way it slips past your lips without a notch. âIâve got a queen size bed now.â
Yet another lie, your apartment held a duffel bag of your mission gear and suit. One dresser of normal clothes, the cot in the closet. That was all you needed.Â
And itâs pathetic, the way you once dreamed of this for so long just to be living this miserable existence.Â
âItâs common to miss it, you know, there is no shame in that. Itâs the pain and the change, you feel like you have nothing right now but I can assure you thatâs not true.â She mumbles softly, and you hate the way she can read you that easily.Â
It was true, you missed the red room. You missed your sisters and you missed the routine. You never needed to be someone in the rooms, out here in the world? A new story completely.Â
You were nothing, no one.Â
All you had was a name and even that didnât seem like it belonged to you.Â
âWhy donât we keep expanding on your years in the roomsâŚ.â She switches the conversation, knowing you both had hit a dead end, choosing a new route. âYou told me a little about it before and I noticed that most widows have specialty names built off of that name itself. But you didnât, can you explain why you were namedâŚ.the âviperâ was it?â
âYes.â Ironically the way you bite this out makes the ending sound like your very own hiss, all you needed now was a rattle and black eyes.Â
âCan you explain to me how you got that name?â
âBecause ofâŚ. Him.â Even referencing him left a sore spot in your chest, sweat beading the back of your neck.Â
âAh, Bucky Barnes.â She hums, and you hated that people called him that. You hated that he got his name and his recovery. He was the Soldat, he would never change and of course people were falling for his trap.Â
You had long ago.Â
âThe SOLDAT gave me the name on our mission.â You sneer, âWhat time is it?â
The clock had stuck, you were sure of it. And when she reached to check the time on her watch you caught sight of her notes with the words HEALTH RISK circled and underlined, her family photo once again making you a bit nauseous as she hums out and nods to the door to let you know the time was up.Â
âI look forward to our next session.â
âI donât.â It was the truth, and you enjoyed the fact that you could speak the truth with her even if she got a little too close. âBut I wish you a good week, I hope your family is okay.â
The smile that spreads across her face as you leave makes you angry, but not at her, at yourself.Â
She was right, you were a health risk. To yourself and to others, but that wouldnât matter soon, the second you completed your final task you wouldnât have to worry anymore.Â
The list of names you had made for yourself, your last mission on this miserable life would be to take out the people that hurt you. 23 names total, and at the very end of the list in the neatest handwriting you could muster was âThe Soldatâ.Â
You would leave this earth, but he would leave it first.Â
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Alternative name/s:
Fierce Snake, Small-scaled Snake, Lignum SnakeÂ
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It was easy to ignore the widow, she liked to keep to herself in the corner of the small safe house they were keeping in on the first part of the mission.Â
A list of names, 118 total, that Hydra and the Red Room needed gone as soon as possible. Risks that needed to be handled. And the Soldat was used to doing missions on his own but they paired him with the Widow to help.Â
And at first he was sure she would be trouble, but he was proven to be wrong since the Widow seemed just as sure as him that she didnât want to be near him.Â
Right now she sat in the corner, crisscrossing, taking time to clean all her knives with the polishing kit that most of the Hydra safe houses had to keep their gear clean. Her hands worked seamlessly, making sure that the knife shown under the light, and he couldnât seem to look at anything else but her.Â
Maybe the Soldat was annoyed that she had used the polishing kit before he could. Maybe he just liked seeing that someone else had the same routine he did on these missions. Or maybe he was interested in the vials sitting beside her.Â
As if she could read his thoughts she reached for one, keeping the knives before her on the ground as she twisted the cap to the vial and moved to pour the liquid over each weapon before taking what was left and he was confused by the fact that she was putting on her suit.
He looked closer, realizing that there were vials hidden within her sleeve. He wanted to know what they were for until she looked up to give him a knowing smile, teeth flashing in a way that pissed him off.Â
He turned away again, so she can go back to doing her hair and looking at her reflection.Â
But it all made sense the night of the first hunt. She had started at the other end of the house and planned to make their way through to find their target, and by the time he did find her she already had the target within her clutch.Â
His arm twisted within her legs to keep him in place with one hand pushing his head so his neck was exposed while her other wrist snaps to reveal two puncture points at the knuckles of her suit made to look like fangs. Only a flash of those before they reach his neck.Â
She removes herself immediately and he rushes to get the target, worried that he would fight back and wondering what would make the widow so stupid to let him go before he realizes that the Target wasnât moving at all. Instead he seems paralyzed as he died slowly.Â
When he whirls back to the Widow she is once again facing a mirror, fixing her hair and lipstick before turning to him with a smile that twisted his chest. âAre there any more loose ends?âÂ
The russian falls off his tongue with ease and she narrows her eyes at him to tilt her head.Â
âTous les dĂŠtails sont pris en charge,â [All the loose ends are taken care of.] She shrugs, twirling her hair before spinning on her toes and swaying her hips to walk away. His brain racks for a moment, never great at French which she had realized on the first day, and followed the brat down the hall.Â
He risks a look down the hall where Marvin Montys child slept and spots the blood splatter on the wall, before following her.Â
At least the widow could do her job.Â
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âYouâre making a lot of progress, Bucky.â Dr. Raynor hums out, nodding her head as she watches him from her regular spot. She hasnât scribbled on her notepad in the past 30 minutes of their hour-long session, and he hopes thatâs a good sign. âBut Iâd like to dive a bit deeper for a moment, cut to the harsh point if you donât mind.â
âNot like I have a choice here Doc.â He mutters, but his tone lacks the usual bite.Â
âFunny,â She smirks for a second before sitting up a bit. âThereâs a patch of memories that you said helped you break from the Soldier with Steve. Made it easier, your own words.âÂ
âThere was. About a month before I was sent out to get SteveâŚ.. I had just gotten back from another mission.â
âThe one with the âViperâ is that correct?â
He has to clear his throat in attempt to fight off the tightness, feeling his chest constrict in pain as he nods.Â
âIt was a long mission. I hadnât been away from the chair for that long before and she managed to break through every crack formed. Or at least we thought she did.â
âHave you tried to find her? Since you have come back?âÂ
âI started trying to find her the second Steve found me.â He explains, thinking back to when he first started tracking her down. But there was nothing, even going through all the programs he could within the Red Rooms files, he couldnât find a trace of her anywhere after him.Â
He was terrified, because if he couldnât find a single trace of you that might have meant you were gone and he didnât think he could survive in a world that he knew didnât have you in it.Â
But then Natasha freed the Red Room while he was âsnappedâ and the world he came back to was a world with the Widows and all their secrets revealed. And thatâs when he found YelenaâŚ.. Well Yelena had found him.Â
She had been suffering from the loss of her sister, and had taken to finding all the widows herself to make sure they were fine. She was the one person in this world that had the information he needed.Â
Sam, the new captain america, had poured over the intel with him. Your intel, the trail to find you.Â
âYou sound as if you have.â
âNot yet, but Iâm close.â He nods. âI have this feeling in my chest, that Iâm almost there. That Iâve almost got her. And I can give her what sheâs always wanted.â
âAnd whatâs that?â
âA candle that smells like orchids by a front door where you can hang your keys. A door mat decorated to invite kids to trick or treat on Halloween. Curtains that catch the light in the morning.â None of the things he mentioned were his dreams, not until she had mentioned them.Â
âI hope you get those things.â He does too. And he was close, matter fact he only had 3 more days before Sam and himself went to find you.Â
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The inland taipan's venom is the most potent of any snake in the world. A single bite contains enough venom to kill around 100 adult humans. The venom is a cocktail of enzymes that paralyze nerve endings, destroy muscle tissue, and cause severe bleeding
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A month with the Soldat had been easy keeping to yourself, 2 months had shown you so much more.Â
The first being he was extremely grumpy in the mornings, no matter what. Even before you both had begun getting along you had noticed that he hated them. Every move he made was tight, He would rip open the ration packets and stomp his feet just about anywhere. He would do weapons checks so that all you would hear were the clicks and twists of his gun and the metal hand grabbing everything.Â
Then he would do bed checks, coming over to the cot you had claimed as your own to throw you off it and search through your stuff.Â
Month three, 3 targets in, you had completely learned his morning routine. And since you had been on watch last night you got the gift of seeing it in real time. After a couple of hours of tossing and turning in his sleep and mumbling something about a Steve he sat up right at 5am, launching himself out of his cot and taking in his surroundings. He glared at you, which made you smirk as he passed to head to the bathroom. He stretched in there, too proud to admit that even the Soldat needed to loosen his muscles. You heard the water run telling you he was right on schedule with cleaning himself up and you took the chance to rest your head on the small pillow to close your eyes before he stomps back.Â
You know he is reaching for the ration packets without even opening your eyes, and you know he uses his teeth to tear it open in hopes to release some of the tension he had built up. You know he is already snatching your own ration packet to prepare it, moving to start the kettle and prepare the bowls.Â
You have another 15 minutes of him checking his weapons, hearing him grunt with every weapon cleaned and polished before making sure they were all strapped into their holsters. The kettle starts ringing and he has the habit of rushing to grab it before it bothered you, and you always thought it was the most human thing to do, like a glimpse into who he would have been if he hadnât become this monster.Â
The smell of cream of wheat fills the air, and you hear his steps come to your cot, right on time.Â
In the beginning he used to snatch you up to fling you, now he merely reached out a hand to guide you up without an ounce of aggression before he searched through your stuff. And normally you would go grab the rationed breakfast and get ready but today you chose to head to his own cot, sliding into it.Â
You were just tired, and you really didnât care as he turned to glare at you while you curled up, pretending that you werenât basking in the smell of the leather and soap he wore, pressing your face into the cloth of the cot. A small ounce of fear fills you when he marches forward, only for him to pull the blanket up and cover your shoulders.Â
And the warmth fills your body, black filling your vision as you fall asleep once more, this time in the Soldats bed.Â
You wake a little later, eyes snapping around the room to check everything, finding the Soldat sitting over his tech to watch your next target. He snaps his head to you the second you sit up, eyes tracing over you before nodding in contempt and turning back to the task at hand.Â
When you stand from the cot to grab your gear you are shocked to find that he had already prepared it for you.Â
Not only had the Soldat let you sleep, but he had helped you prepare.Â
And that small tug in your chest is a weakness, you know it, but that doesnât stop you from turning to watch him work.Â
If he wasnât in this life you were sure he would have been a good man.Â
You felt bad lying to him, but you had to because good man or not he was a soldier first. And a good soldier would take you out for your weakness, a good soldier would kill you for what you were doing.Â
-Â
The worst part of waking up was the fact that you couldnât escape the dreams and memories even with your eyes open. Most think that itâs over once you wake, but for you? Never. Every move is haunted by the past, every breath another painful punishment, and everywhere you look is just another reminder. There was nowhere you could escape.Â
So when you manage to pull yourself from the nightmare, sitting up with your clothes drenched in a cold sweat, the darkness of the closet surrounding you like a blanket of protection.Â
Youâre not thereâŚ.You remind yourself. If itâs dark then they are leaving you alone.Â
And when you sit up, pain shoots through your hip at every single move, letting yourself out of the closet you begin your routine.Â
3 am, a slight shower. Not long in fear you would be caught and in part you didnât want to run too much water. Brush teeth, dress in suit.Â
3:15, limp to the kitchen and start boiling water before you reach into your duffel to grab the pain pills you kept hidden away. The prescription written in your name feels wrong, like arenât actually yours, like you are living the life of a stranger. But you remind yourself it doesnât matter anyways as you shove it in your mouth, going back to scarf the cream of wheat down and then you head out for an intel session.Â
You never take the door, instead you snatch your duffel and remove a little of the newspaper to slide out and climb down the fire escape.Â
You take back roads, your static sounder messing up any footage of yourself the cameras might have caught. And soon enough you were prepping yourself to watch your target, venom sitting in the wrists of your suit, a little bit of that past routine giving you something to focus on.Â
20 more names on the list until you would go after the Soldat, 21 more names total. 21 names until you are finished with it all.Â
All you had to do was wait for the perfect time to kill this one.Â
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The bite of the Inland Taipan with envenomation can be rapidly fatal, it can take as early as 30 minutes
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The Widow had worn on the Soldat, a shame to admit.Â
A routine had built where it shouldn't have and now instead of working around each other they worked with each other. They made the rations together, ate together, cleaned their weapons and reloaded them together.Â
When he would sit to watch the intel she began coming to sit with him, if not to watch it herself she would lean her head against him and find something to busy herself with while he worked.Â
But the biggest change was the banter.Â
Gone were the days of him grunting and glaring, she would refuse that now. Instead they found themselves going back and forth, but it was never serious, mostly teasing.Â
She would speak in French to piss him off because she knew the Soldat struggled to keep up with it. He would come out of the shower and lean over where she slept to make the water drip down on her while she tried to sleep. She would trip him as he tried to get dressed and he would pull out strands of hair while she did it.Â
Back and forth, push and pull.Â
Today, when they were planning to start the intel stage on the next target it had turned out to be a downpour of rain, and normally he would go anyway. And yet, when you went to grab your suit he reached out his flesh hand to stop you, pulling you to sit back down.Â
âToday, we rest.â He orders, watching your eyes narrow at the russian before you nod and stand, keeping ahold of his hand as you head to where you both keep the stash of rations.Â
This safe house was freezing, and it made him miss the last one, not to mention this safe house only held one cot. The best part about this safe house?Â
It had amazing rationing food.Â
So when you shook the pack to heat it up he made sure to stay close and start the kettle. Keeping so close that he could always feel your arm against him.Â
And once the rations were ready you both huddled together against the counters for cover so you could let your walls down a bit, sitting side by side. You shared your beef and potatoes, he shared his spaghetti, eating out of the portion packs and drinking the tea. But his favorite part about this new routine was when the conversation turned to dreams.Â
âIf I wasnât in this programâŚâŚâ You hum, and he canât help but watch your every movement, the way you lick your hips and scratch your forehead in contemplation. âI would have a big house.âÂ
He huffs out a laugh, shoving the last of his food in mouth as you shrug. âYes, a big house. AndâŚâŚ and I would have a candle that smells like orchids so whenever people enter they think it smells niceâŚ.. And maybe a rug outside the door so they can see it when the kids trick or treat.â
He canât help the smile that forms from listening about your dream, grabbing your trash to throw away before cleaning out the mugs you both used.Â
âOh! Iâd have kids. At least 7!â You continue, following him before shuffling to tech case to find your camera set up. He knows youâre going to triple check that everything is working to busy yourself, something you often did whenever you brought up the idea of kids.Â
Widows couldnât have kids, this he knew. They all received the procedure. To stop periods, to keep their bodies from transforming too much and too prevent pregnancies whenever Dreykov sent them on seduction missions. And before the Soldat had met you none of that had really mattered to him.Â
But now, the thought of you being used like that, it made him furious. And he tried to figure out ways to prevent it, ways to stay attached to you as a mission partner forever.Â
But that would never happen, they would never allow that. So he tries not to think about it, instead he moves forward to pull you away from the tech, pulling you to the cot so you both can lay down, pulling the blanket up and wrapping you in his arms.Â
âGoodnight,â You whisper in french, and pinches your arm to make you laugh before letting himself fall asleep. \
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Bucky had the defense of saying that they had tried knocking first, and that was a lame defense at that. But he thought about his arguments as he picked the lock with ease, pushing the door open and letting Sam take the lead.Â
At the last second his flesh hand grabs at the Captain America suit, pulling his friend back to warn him. âA quick heads up, she doesnât fight like the others.â
âIâll do my best.â
âNo, donât let her wrap her legs around you and donât let her knives come into contact, small slash or not they are all laced in venom. And above all avoid getting punctured by any of her weapons.â He explains.Â
âI thought we were going in to reason with her.â
âWe are.â Bucky sighs, his chest constricting in pain. âSheâs just a little lost. Weâve all been there.â
The need for revenge was strong. He had been there himself, Yelena had been there. Many widows have been there. And you were currently handling that yourself, handling all the trauma yourself. And that thought hurt him.Â
Sam had agreed to help, to come with him and find you, talk you down from this path Captain America style.Â
So they stood together as they pushed the door in, searching every inch of the apartment for you until they realized you werenât here. So instead they looked around for where you might be.Â
âI thought all the Hydra Safe Houses had been torn apart.â Sam mutters, admiring the work you did on the windows, newspaper covering nearly every inch while Bucky moves to the closet where he had seen the bed in their search for you.Â
He could imagine you nestled up in the cot, surrounded in the dark. The way you used to pull the covers completely over your head to hide from the sun and use your feet to pull the blanket in so you were fully cocooned.Â
But thisâŚ.. None of this was you. Countless times talking about your dreams and this was the outcome? You deserved better.Â
âEverything you told me about her just doesnât seem right here.â Sam mutters once more moving to the kitchens and digging through the cabinets. âMilitary rations and tea. Thatâs all.â
âShe was so full of life, used to dream of her freedom. She needs help.â Bucky snaps, anger beginning to course through him as he heads to the kitchen. One of your biggest things when you were paired was hiding the tech when you left so no one would have access.Â
Your favorite spot was always the bottom left cabinet and sure enough it all sat there.Â
âBrilliant.â Sam smiles, leaning over the laptop as Bucky hacks his way in to see what you have been watching. It takes a moment for the footage to load, and once it does he finds video footage of a man walking around his apartment in a towel.Â
âLive feed.â Bucky mumbles.Â
âThatâs Eaiton,â Sam sighs, leaning forward as the man walks down a hall and heads into what looks to be a master bedroom. The footage follows the movement and when the feed changes to another camera you had hidden Sam whistles. âAnd that is NOT Eaitons wife.â
âCourse not.â Bucky chuckles, pulling out his phone to enter in the address on the intel. âWhat do you know about him?â
âNothing much. Was on Congress, just got removed but they didnât announce it. Kept the whole thing hush hush. Last I talked to Yelena she was looking into his name, itâs why I recognized him so quickly.â
âThe address isnât far off, if we take the back roads we can avoid traffic.â Bucky explains, beginning to lead the way out of the apartment while already dialing on his phone. It rings and rings and rings. Once the call fails he tries again and again and again.Â
Finally itâs picked up, a brash voice filling his ears, out of breath. âWho the fuck keeps calling?!â
âJared Eaiton, Iâm calling to inform you that your life is in danger. I advise you to not hang up.â Bucky starts, watching Sams wings expand so he can take off as he straddles his bike. âI need you to do a couple things for me, starting with having you and the women you are with get dressed as normally as possible. I need you to act natural.â
âWhy? For what?â
âSir, there is a Widow somewhere near your apartment,â He explains, though part of him wants to let you get your revenge he knew you were better than this. You were more than a widow. âStep two, are you ready?â
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Inland taipans are generally calm and reclusive, preferring to escape from trouble. However, they will defend themselves and strike if provoked, mishandled, or prevented from escaping
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The Soldat moved easily with you, striding side by side as you prepared to take out the target. And normally you loved his proximity, but today it did nothing but give you anxiety.Â
Something he seemed to be picking up on.Â
Before you could split from him to follow the plan he grabs your elbow slowly, making sure to not trigger the fang puncture on your wrist, pulling you close to press his forehead against yours. âI donât like this plan.â
âItâs a plan we have done many times.â You try to laugh, giving him your best pretty smile to push him off the track. It only makes it worse.Â
âThere is something wrong with you today.â He grunts out, keeping you close. âI donât want to separate.â
âWe do this, this is the plan.â You huff, âDonât stress grumpy man.âÂ
You lean up on your toes to kiss his cheek, watching his eyes narrow at you a little more, but you smile like nothing is wrong once more. Leaving his arms and heading off.Â
You didnât have time, he had been a little grumpy this morning which meant he will work faster on the mission, and you had two kids to smuggle out before he caught you.Â
You had made sure to take the side closest to their room for this mission, climbing up to the second story window and sliding in like a shadow. It takes 5 steps until you are in their room, and your heart expands the second you see them.Â
They slept so soundly, looking so peaceful that you knew you were a villain just for having to wake them up. But you do, keeping a hand over their mouths to keep them calm as you order them in english.Â
âI need you to listen.â You order, as they both try to move away. âFollow me. Now.âÂ
The boy jumps to do so, the girl however holds her ground until you get on her level. âListen to me, you and your brother are in danger here. And unless you want him to be hurt you will follow me.â
And so they do.Â
You work quickly, breaking a vase as you pass, spraying a bottle of fake blood to make it look like splatter before you have them hold onto you as you crawl out the same way you entered.Â
The Agent you worked with most the time was already standing in the streetlight waiting for you to deliver them. âGo with him, he will keep you safe.â
The boy, once again, does not wait to run and youâre sure he is still half asleep. The girl keeps a firm clutch on your hand, forcing you to kneel as a loud bang sounds out, letting you know the Soldat is nearly done.Â
âI need you to go.â You whisper, pushing some of the hair from her face and tracing her cheek with your fingers. âHeâll take care of you âŚ.. I promise.â
She nods, crying, but runs off.Â
And you donât have time, but you watch anyways. The way the agent scoops them up and hugs them close, both their arms wrapped tightly around him. You envy it, and you hate it all in the same go.Â
They will never see their parents again, they will never know the safety of their home. After today they are ruined.Â
But you could at least make sure they get into the car safely before heading back, out of breath with tears falling down your face.Â
Youâre so panicked about time that you slip on your way in, slipping in the fake blood and slamming into the broken glass of the vase right as the Soldat comes around the corner in a fury.Â
You panic, the rage written on his face makes you think he knows. He must know. This was the end and he would go back and find the kids, This will all be ruined.Â
But the second he kneels in front of you the rage disappears, instead he is pulling at your limbs so he can look you over, checking you for any injuries you realize.Â
âItâs not my blood.â You try to explain.Â
âIt is.â He snaps, eyes narrowing as he pulls a piece of glass from your hip. âYouâre hurt.â
And when you look down you realize it is in fact some of your blood, since you had fallen on the vase. He pulls you to look back at him, keeping his hand on your jaw. âLetâs go home.â
He doesnât check for the kids, he merely drags you away.Â
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The target was acting weird, both him and his prostitute were. You knew better than that, and you refused to let this one slip away today, you were so sick of watching him and his hookers.Â
So you grabbed your gear, and went to work.Â
Never take the front door, that was the first rule. So you climbed onto the roof of his apartment building, finding the skylight and carving your way in, sliding down on a rope to land on your feet and pull out your knife prematurely.Â
Immediately you know something is off, the sharp feeling in your spine makes you feel like there is a predator near.Â
A predator you know all too well by the smell of leather.Â
You canât help the hiss that passes your lips as you whirl to find him, kicking out to knock him off his feet as soon as you can. Only he was prepared for that, catching your foot with his metal, pulling you close only to barely dodge the knife you slash at him, his eyes wide.Â
You take his shock to your favor, slashing at him again, his metal arm coming up to protect him. The clash rings out and you hiss again, making him grunt out as you distribute the weight. Only to get knocked off your ass by another figure.Â
You had been so distracted with your hate for the Soldat that you missed the red white and blue suit.
You waste no time to twist and attack at them, turning feral with the need to kill. Â
And then the fight turns 2 against one. Every slash you make is dodged by a metal shield or a metal arm, every kick is met with one of their own, every punch is caught and pushed away. They both track your movements well, easily even.Â
You kick the chest of the Captain, sending him reeling back, throwing a knife to trap his sleeve to the ground as you turn back to the Soldat and move to stab the knife down, he catches it between the crook of his metal arm, grunting out to keep you further back.Â
âI donât want to do this.â He grunts out as you push down with the knife, hissing. âYou donât need to do this.â
âNeed?â You laugh bitterly. âI want to do this.â
And you almost got it until he kicked out your feet and sent you reeling back.Â
You were getting desperate, panicked, and though you knew better than to let yourself get this way you couldnât help it. So with no true aim you threw the knife, the Soldat catching it with one hand as you charge at him, triggering the fangs as you use his own knee to launch up, your knee pressing on his shoulder with your right hand pulling his hair to expose his neck while he drops the knife.Â
Instead of pulling you off his arms come up to catch you, like natural instinct. And you are pathetic because you hesitate, this is your chance to get him and yet you feel tears in your eyes as you canât even push your hand to get him.Â
And then youâre being thrown as something hits your back, air leaving your lungs.Â
Pain laces through you as you fly off him, the shield flying back to the Captain while you fall to the ground.Â
Not only do you feel the pain in your back but your hip hits the floor and you cry out, struggling to get back to your feet to keep fighting.Â
âHey! Donât you dare!â The man in the USA suit orders, pointing at you like you are a dog. âStop.â
You hiss while the Soldat chuckles, wiping some of the blood from his lip. âListen-â
âFuck you!â You yell, lunging out to attack but itâs no use as you crumble to the ground, your hip giving out. Heâs quick to go to help you, only to be pushed back as you reach to snatch another knife only for his boot to step on it.Â
âYou used to be better at this.â He huffs out, still breathing heavily as the other one comes closer.Â
You want to kill him, to yell at him and hit him. You want to tell him that heâs the reason for all of this. But the tears are falling and your hip is throbbing.Â
Youâre useless.Â
âKill me.â You snap. âJust do it. Get it over with.â
You watch as his face crumbles, pain lacing his features while his partner takes charge.Â
âWe are here to help you, that is all.â He starts. âYou want revenge, thatâs understandable. But there are better ways, I promise you.â
âBetter ways?â You hiss out a laugh through the tears. âYouâre kidding me.â
âYou want to ruin these men, and I understand.â He leans down, and you risk a look to the Soldat, who is watching you with a devastating look, you are forced to turn back to the other to avoid getting sick. âYou have information on them, you can testify-â
âWhat? So they can get out of it?âÂ
âNo, they could serve time in-â
âCOULD. They could.â
âThen we get revenge.â Itâs the Soldat that says this, his voice tight. âWe will, I promise. You work with Sam and I and we will get intel on them all, enough so that they donât have a chance. But no killing.â
You look back and forth between them, watching as they have a silent conversation between them, before the captain finally nods with a deep sigh.Â
Soldat turns back to you, kicking the knife to you gently. âCome on.â
âI can get you a full pardon.â His partner offers. âFull pardon of all crimes within the red room to now. So long as the three of us work together.â
âMy entire list?â You sneer, risking a look to the Soldat one more time.Â
âEntire list.â He nods, watching you closely.Â
And then it clicks for you. Youâre trapped here, there is no doubt. But if you could get closer, to trap him in, you could finish your promise to yourself.Â
You can kill him.Â
So, with a final hiss and tears falling down your face you nod slowly, clutching your hands into fists as you answer with a âdeal.â
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The inland taipan is a specialist hunter of mammals, and its venom is adapted to kill warm-blooded species. The venom acts quickly to kill the prey before they can bite back or escape
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The Soldat helps you the entire way, even though you werenât actually hurt, which you tried to tell him. But the arguments were no use, he would hear none of it, instead he pushed to carry you until you both made it home.Â
He hauls you to the bathroom, setting you down to start the water and let it heat up before removing your suit as slowly as possible. Once the suit of off he helps you sit down so the cut is exposed and he can clean it.Â
The fact that such a small cut would bother him so much nearly makes you laugh, but it also gives you butterflies, and you wonder if this is how normal people feel. So you lean forward, grabbing his attention. And without thinking you kiss him, your lips meeting his as you melt into him.Â
This would change everything, and you know it, but you donât care. And he didnât either by the way his arms wrap around you, melting into the kiss just as you had.Â
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You were going to kill the Soldat, it was something you had promised yourself long ago. In the darkened cell they had kept you in, near dead, the only thing keeping you from giving up was that promise.Â
âI will not leave this earth unless he is gone from itâÂ
You would kill him, this was fact, no matter what you had to do. Once you did that you could kill yourself. This final mission was yours.
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Future Milf, part two.
part one!
paring: melissa schemmenti x reader.
summary: after the incident in the teacher's lounge, you start to avoid melissa who is willing to know what happened and trying to get things back to normal.
warnings: just a little angst but trust me, we have a happy ending!
author notes: This is a little rushed, but I hope you all enjoy this second part đ¤ I also wanted to thank the beautiful people who are sending requests for Mel, they are amazing and i'm already working on them! And don't worry, feel free to send any idea that comes to mind. It will be an honor for me to turn them into reality.
tags: @esposadejoyhuerta @gweninred @moistblobfish
English is not my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes!
The truth was that Melissa was completely disoriented, her brain trying to process what had happened in the last seven minutes. You acting like that and apologizing, leaving the room as quickly as possible made her worried as hell.
All she wanted was to comfort you and know what was really happening. There were a lot of doubts in her mind, to be honest. Had she done something? Or said something? The way you couldn't look into her green eyes was so strange..
Everything between you two was great until today, and then it all suddenly fell apart at lunchtime? That made her feel a little paranoid.
âMelissa, are you well? Are you hurt?â Barb asks.
âI don't know,â she said, staring into nothing, worrying her friends, âI just need to check on her.â The redhead gets up and runs to start looking for you.
âMELISSA! WAIT!â the entire Abbott crew screams, but she completely ignores it.
She stops in front of your classroom and notices that the door is locked. The lights are off, but Melissa knows you're in there.
âSweetheart, please let me in,â she knocks gently, âI am not mad with ya. Don't worry about it, I just want to know how you are.â The older woman adds, almost begging for you to open the door.
Locked inside your classroom, you were sitting on the floor. Curled up hugging your knees, trying to find some comfort while crying. The whole situation was so fucking stupid, of course. But it still left you overwhelmed and on the verge of an anxiety attack.
So lending Melissa the future milf t-shirt made you completely lose your mind? Wow, you really were a stupid person. Stupid. That word stuck in your brain and made you cry even more.
Hearing your quiet sobs made the redhead's heart break into pieces. The thought of her doing something that made you hurt was utterly painful. The truth was that Melissa would blame herself for the rest of her life if she had made you feel bad in any way.
âHon, c'mon. Let meââ she started.
âDon't. Melissa, please. Just go away, I need to be alone,â you interrupt her, hoping she would understand that you didn't have the strength to say anything else.
Before walking away, she whispers loud enough for you to hear. âIf you need anything, you know where to find me. But please, promise me you'll be okay.â The redhead said trying to wipe away the small tears that threatened to fall from her face.
âI'll be fine. Now go.â You growl, unaware that your words have fully gotten to her.
â
It had been a while since Melissa changed her mood so quickly. She had learned to control her emotions, thanks to you, who helped her notice that it was okay to show them from time to time and it wasn't shameful at all. But at that moment everything seemed useless.
Her legs were shaking slightly and she kept tapping her fingers on the desk, while trying to focus on correcting some of the children's homeworks. It was clear that Melissa was almost having a huge panic attack.
Ashely, who was now scrolling through her cell phone boredly after making sure the students were doing their activities calmly and in silence, noticed the sudden change in the redhead and her eyebrows raised in confusion.
âWhatâs the matter, boss? You seem a little quiet since lunch time. Which is strange âcause earlier you were all excited andââ
The older woman rolls her eyes. âNothing happened. I'm fine,â she responds, clenching her teeth, âeverything is ok, kid.â
âAre you sure? I know weâre not that close, but if you need to vent, Iâm all ears.â The girl shrugs.
Melissa's eyes widen, her aide was really willing to give her some advice? Normally, Ashley didn't tend to be very serious. When she tried to help, the girl always ended up saying things that were a bit nonsense. But this time, she was here ready to be a shoulder to lean on.
âY/n..â she started but quickly corrected herself, not quite ready to confide the crush she had on you to anyone else than Barbara. âToday, a strange thing happened between me and a friend that honestly left me completely confused.â
âOh. Do you have any idea what might have happened?â
Melissa stops for a moment, trying to get her head to work and think of a reason that could explain what had happened between the two of you.
âI-I can't explain it properly...everything was normal between us and when lunch time came...â the teacher stuttered, âshe could barely look at me and when I told her to act like a real adult and tell me what was happening, she panicked and ran away.â
âAfter that you were able to talk to her?â
âKinda, but she told me to leave her alone.â
Ashley gives her a pitying look, she knew who Melissa was referring to. Anyone who works at Abbott would know. âI'm sorry this happened boss, but I'm sure things will get better between you and her. Just give her a little time.â
Melissa nodded and smiled. âThanks for the advice, hon.â
âAnytime boss, anytime.â
â
Changing my life with the wave of her hand.
Nobody can deny that there's something there.
There.
Running my hands through her hair.
Both of us thinking how good it can be.
Someone is speaking, but she doesn't know he's there.
The melody of Here, There And Everywhere by The Beatles echoed throughout the kitchen directly from the small radio on the balcony, while Melissa prepared dinner.
This was one of the many songs she always wanted to dedicate to you, the redhead dreamed of dancing with her arms around you, after a busy day at school while this song played. Just the two of you, enjoying each other's company.
Was it quite clichĂŠ? Of course it was, even for the one and only Melissa Schemmenti. But to be honest, she didn't care how it sounded.
The older woman was so in love with you that she thought of endless romantic scenarios every day. After what happened today, every one of them seemed distant. But she still had a simple hope within her.
âWatching her eyes, and hoping I'm always there,â she sings passionately, while cutting the tomatoes perfectly, âI want her everywhere, and if she is beside me. I know I need never care, but to love her is to need her everywhere.â Melissa closes her eyes for a moment, thinking about you.
On the way out, she looked for you in the Abbott parking lot but was unsuccessful, she was waiting for a message from you, saying that you had arrived home safely like you always did.
But you didn't send her anything.
A feeling ran through her body. It was as if the redhead was losing the most precious thing in her life. Desperate, Melissa picked up her cellphone that was leaning on the living room table and went to check on you. Screw the advice Ashely gave earlier, she couldn't wait anymore.
Hon, are you feeling better? I hope so. By the way, did you manage to get home safely?
Sorry if I sound desperate, but I need to know if things are ok.
Y/n? Please answer me.
Her heart breaks into pieces when she sees that you just viewed the message and didn't even make the effort to reply back. For fuckâs sake, what had she done that was so serious? Nothing made sense anymore.
Just a few blocks away, you were lying on the couch and drinking an entire bottle of vodka, pretending like you didn't care about not responding to Melissa's messages. It was immature, but it seemed to make sense to you. Since this whole milf situation was a complete disaster, ignoring her seemed right.
Of course, inside you felt like a monster, knowing that the redhead didn't deserve this. But what you could do?
âIâm ready to open another bottle and listen to a two-hour-plus loop of Chamber of Reflection,â you say, making Ava sigh.
The principal had stopped by your house hours ago to check on you and when she saw the miserable state you were in, she decided to stay there for a while. And tried to comfort you (in the most Ava Coleman way possible.)
âY/N. Come on, you can't act like Schemmenti doesn't exist. If you keep doing that, she'll soon break into your place to find out what's going on,â she comments, âjust like an episode of a soap opera where the greatest absurdities happen in an exactly dramatic way.â Ava finished her sentence while painting her nails a shade of red. The act catching your attention.
Red. It reminded you of Melissa.
Yeah, this was being harder than it seemed.
âShut up, she won't come after me,â you said it like it was just another one of the stupid things Ava used to say.
âYes, she will. And yâknow that very well.â
â
The next day, Melissa sat with her arms crossed at the table she shared with Barb and you. The redhead stared at the small tupperware in front of her, last night she made what she knew was your favorite dish: pancakes. She was anxiously waiting for you to show up in the break room, but that didn't happen.
Keep calm, Schemmenti. She will appear soon. She won't ignore you.
âDear..â the kindergarten teacher whispers and she snorts, trying to change the subject, disguising how tense she was.
âWhatâs so interesting out there?â Melissa asks as she notices Janine, Gregory and Jacob looking at each other with strange expressions after spying in the window.
âNothing.â Jacob is the first to respond and the couple agrees with him, swearing that there was nothing interesting outside.
She laughs humorlessly, the history teacher simply didn't know how to lie.
âC'mon, kiddo. You guys look like you've seen a ghost.â The redhead gets up from the table and approaches the three, squinting to see anything out of the ordinary and when she does. Her breathing hitches.
On the sidewalk, there were you and another teacher, who she recognized as the art teacher. The woman was happily chatting with you and leaning too close to Melissa's chagrin.
Ms. Evans was know for her big crush on you, she was always fighting with the redhead to have your attention. And now that Melissa was being ignored by you, this bitch thought she could have you all to herself? No way.
âYOU GOTTA BE FUCKING KIDDING ME!â she yelled coming down to get some satisfaction from you.
The sound of angry footsteps caught your attention, it was clearly that they belong to who you had been avoiding since yesterday, Melissa.
The wish was for the redhead to pass straight by without noticing your presence there. But instead, she approached and with a certain force grabbed you by the arm, taking you to one of the far corners of the building.
âMelissa! What the fuck?â you said.
âSo while I was worried to death there in the staff room because you didn't talked to me since yesterday, you were here talking normally to that idiot!â the older woman's tone was altered, you could clearly hear the jealousy in her voice, âHad fun with your new best friend?â
âSheâs not my best friend. We were just talking,â the nonsensical accusation makes you roll your eyes, letting out a mocking chuckle. âMelissa, stop acting like that!â you shout and she loses her temper even more.
âYou suddenly act like a bitch and Iâm the one to blame? What the fuck is wrong with you, Y/n?â she growls, fire in her green eyes.
âI dunno, a lot of things I suppose,â you retort coldly.
Melissa sighs when she realizes how tough she was. âLook, I donât want to be an idiot. But please tell me what I did, so I can fix it.â
âWe have nothing to fix between us, Schemmenti.â
âWhat? Are you really going to ignore it and pretend like none of this is happening?â The redhead asked in disbelief.
âTrust me. Itâs better this way, for both of us,â you mumble, walking away from her, leaving an upset Melissa behind.
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After the âargumentâ on Tuesday, Melissa and you barely crossed paths at Abbott. And when you bumped into each other in the hallway, both grumbled and went back to your own ways.
The redhead and you were fighting the need to put the damned pride aside and throw yourselfs into each other's arms, and finally apologizing. But you were too stubborn for that and it was fucking complicated.
âThis is stupid! Can you believe that Y/n started going to that coffee shop that's just a few blocks away from here just so she wouldn't have to face me at lunch? This whole thing is starting to irritate me.â Melissa tells to her best friend one morning.
âI understand that this situation is complicated, but donât you think that both of you are exaggerating?â Barb asked carefully. Even she couldn't handle this situation anymore, it was disappointing to have to see you and Melissa acting like two children.
Ava who was listening to the conversation cautiously, decided to interrupt. âSchemmenti, havenât you put the pieces together yet? Unbelievable.â She said as if it was something of small importance, making the redhead's eyebrows raise in confusion.
âHuh?â
âItâs so simple, I thought you already figured it all out,â the principal continues in a mysterious tone, making Melissa's head spin, âIf it werenât for this bullshit, you and Y/n would already be like two rabbits jumping on top of each other, if you know what I mean.â
The last comment makes Barb choke on her tea. âAva, could you not be so specific about this? Weâre in a school!â she scolds her.
âWhatever! Itâs past time for her to know that Y/n likes her too. Even Janine and Gregory acted better than that!â
Everything around Melissa seemed to have gone silent. So was it true, the feelings were also reciprocal. A lot of questions surrounded her mind, why didn't you say anything? Why did you decide to pretend you weren't in love with her? Were you afraid of not being reciprocated?
âWhy is she avoiding me then?â the redhead asks out loud, âthatâs making me lose my mind. I just miss her.â
âBecause of the t-shirt she lend ya. Mainly âcause of the last word printed on it.â That's all Ava says at that moment.
âA milf?â Melissa questions, still confused trying to think of putting the pieces together. âWhat does that mean? Is it something bad?â
âI was going to suggest you to google the meaning, but since you look like you're about to have a heart attack, I will tell ya,â she laughs and the redhead rolls her eyes, showing Ava her middle finger, âbut don't be scared, it's a good thing, actually.â
âAlright..â the green-eyed woman whispers, still afraid of the answer, âso what does this whole milf thing means?â
âMother I'd Like To Fuck. It also means that an older woman is super attractive.â
Melissa was left open-mouthed, her eyes blinking trying to process the explanation. So that was the damn meaning, well, she had to admit that was hot. âWait... so Y/n..â she starts but there is a pause.
âIs in love with you and was scared when she saw ya wearing that t-shirt looking extremely hot, and preferred to stay away in case you found out what she felt.â Ava reveals it like it's the most obvious thing in the world, âWhat are you waiting for? Go find your girl, Schemmenti.â
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Time passed slowly to Melissa's disgust and despair, making the poor woman sigh feeling defeated. As each second passed, she glanced quickly at the clock on her classroom wall, waiting for the afternoon to end.
After her students left, and the school day was finally over. She drove to your house â without caring about traffic regulations and rules â nothing else really mattered, she just needed to see you.
Sitting on the floor, while assembling a Lego set that simulated a beautiful bouquet of flowers â a gift you received from Janine and Gregory days ago, a lovely attempt by the couple to cheer you up â the sound of the doorbell ringing caught your attention. Making you stop your movements.
You furrowed your eyebrow in confusion, who could it be? Most of your friends were at different appointments at that time. So it certainly wasn't one of them.
âI'm almost coming! I just hope youâre not a stupid lunatic or some other ,â you grumbled, standing up as the sounds of the doorbell seemed more desperate with each passing second.
You opened the door and found Melissa standing there with her arms crossed, shivering slightly from the storm. âHon, itâs so good to see you again.â She murmurs with a weak smile. Without caring if her voice sounds too desperate.
âMel, what are you doing here? You might catch a damn cold like that.â You scolded her, pulling her into the house and locking the door again.
âI donât care about that, I needed to see you. Actually we have to talk.â She responds taking off the black leather jacket that covered her body and hanging it where you kept your coats.
âWe have to?â There is a little hesitation in the tone of your voice, all that courage and confidence have disappeared from your body. Insecurity taking over.
âYeah, hon. We do.â She replied, noticing your nervousness, Melissa tries to comfort you, placing her hand on your shoulder and stroking it lovingly, showing that everything was fine. You smile for the first time in days in the presence of your beloved redhead.
She takes you to the small white sofa that was in the middle of the living room. âI know you were avoiding me because of that shirt. And I know you're in love with me.â
âWhat? Fuck, how did you figure all this out?â you whisper in panic, covering your face with your hands. Feeling vulnerable at the mercy of the red-haired figure sitting next to you.
A silence fell in the room, making you feel even more embarrassed.
âAva told me those things earlier today. Hon, why didn't you tell me anything? That would have made everything so much easier.â
âWhat do you mean by making things easier? I don't understand.â
âI'm love with you too, idiot. I just didn't say before âcause I was insecure as fuck. But now, I know exactly what I want: you. No one else, just you.â She confessed with a smile on her face.
Automatically your body falls even more on the couch and you feel slightly dizzy. Closing your eyes slowly, trying to regain consciousness. âSorry, I'm a bit nervous,â you respond. âIt's too much to process. Jesus Christ.â
âDonât be nervous, itâs me. Just me,â Melissa pulls you into her lap sighing as she smells your lavender scent again. âI'm sorry if I acted like a bitch the last few days. It was not necessary.â
âIt was never your fault, I was the real bitch. You didnât deserve to go through this just because of an irresponsible attitude of mine,â you say, resting your foreheads together.
âI think it's fair to say that we overreacted a bit,â the older woman smiles with her eyes closed. Feeling a slight courage run through her body, she asks you something. âSweetheart?â
âYeah?â
âCan I kiss you?â Melissa asks biting her lip and slowly approaching, âI wanna do this since New Year's Eve.â
âYes, please, Mel.â You beg wrapping your arms around her neck.
The moment her lips touched yours, it felt like you were in heaven. Melissa's lips were soft against yours. The kiss was calm and peaceful, both wanting to show all the love you felt for each other.
âYou know, being considered a milf is an honor for me.â Melissa scoffs with a mischievous smile as you pull away from the kiss.
âShut up.â You chuckle, cupping her cheeks.
âMake me,â the redhead teases, âplease.â
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Hi, big fan here. I love your Laia series so much and am planning on checking out your cool uncle series it looks just as adorable. But I have a question
What would Laia's reaction to meeting Ruin, Nexus, and Dark Sun would be?
I have had that thought bouncing around in my head for several days now and I NEED to know.
Also, when does Laia enter their lives in your au? Is it after or before Nexus' turn to the dark side and death?
Hi, thank you!
She would appear after Nexus and every other future villain of Sun and Moon Show. It would be like Sun fighting and surviving and finally getting his girlfriend, lol.
But their new "villain" would be the humans, fighting for their rights, maybe? Nothing big. Fazbear treats them ok, as long the animatronics make money for them, but they don't want the title "property" over their heads.
If she was there when those three were still around. Of course, she would be very protective of the family. But she would also try to understand the villains. She wouldn't try to kill until it was really the last resort.
Dark Sun: until now he is a mystery to her but doesn't trust him.
Ruin:...throws 5000 slippers at him.
Nexus: this is going to be a long one, and my goal is a happy end. I try to keep it short.
Laia would be confused as to why Nexus became like that and would do what she is good at, watch movies, and critique them. She did that for years in the shop in her free time. So she watches the videos to see what went wrong. Having a new perspective on the situation.
She would see that the family isn't fully innocent. Their relationship with Nexus was unhealthy from the beginning and became worse with time and the death of Solar was the breaking point.
They did treat him like a nice version of Moon, not a completely different individual. I know it was unintended because of the same face, voice, and name. They should have seen what they were doing, giving him time, helping him find his own personality, altering his appearance, and giving him a new name if he wished. Nexus was talking about his issues, and they should have listened but they were dismissive. Grief can do a lot of damage.
But also Nexus should have just left, he had the knowledge and the resources. He could have just left this toxic relationship, it wasn't healthy to stay because the others didn't change their ways of how they treated him. If he had left they would have gotten a breather and kept the contact minimal until they figure themselves out.
And she would be super mad at Monty because they could have brought back old Moon any time.
Nexus became so resentful he didn't know what to do with those feelings, he didn't know why it became like that because he had new excuses every time they met, why he became evil. He chooses to use a power to feel strong and be in control but is killing him slowly.
This would remind her of one of her previous owners. Who lost control of the business and started drinking and doing other substances, which were harming them. In the end, they lost all.
She would find a way to be with Nexus alone, maybe with the help of Solar or Monty, because she knows he can't be in a room with any of his ex-friends and family without fighting. She would be scared but she knew the chance of being killed by Nexus would be minimal because every chance he got to kill, he would hesitate and keep talking and talking.
So she does that, talk. She would be someone new to talk to, someone who didn't have a past with him or Moon. Also, she understands him at some points, she wasn't her own person for a long time from day one, and she didn't have control until someone helped her.
He would threaten to kill her and her response would be: "And I could kick you in the bolts, yet here we are."
Or he would accuse her of trying to play the therapist. Her response: I know Jack sh*t about therapy. Do you want to talk or not?
If he stayed, she would say she saw how his ex-family and friends have been treating him, that it wasn't healthy from the beginning. And can't believe how fast they gave up on him, their own brother! Even Killcode who actually killed people and made their lives hell was forgiven and left alone.
She would ask him what he would have done on the first day he was "born", what person he would have liked to be, and what his life could have looked like, if he wasn't treated as the "new, nice Moon".
Maybe he would tell her. maybe not. But if he does, she would ask him, what is stopping him from living that life right now? He wants control? Go leave, start somewhere fresh, a new dimension, and go No-contact with everyone. She would tell everyone to go No-contact as well.
Yes, he left but he keeps coming back, harassing and threatening his ex-friends and family, which is not truly leaving, it's not being in control. He lets the resentment that was created by that toxic relationship control him and be bound to them and even if he kills them all, he wouldn't get that control back. Their death would not be him leaving them but them leaving him and he would never be able to change that, carry this for the rest of his life.
And those powers don't make anything better, they just make him feel like he is in control but he actually isn't. It's slowly killing him like a drug and not giving him what he wants.
He might say, that he doesn't care what happens to him. She would call him out, if he truly doesn't care about himself then he would still play the role of the "new, nice Moon" and not fight. Do what you couldn't back then, leave!
He might say, you can't tell me what to do. Laia would say, she doesn't, she just is giving advice to a person who is hurting. He can take it or not, it's his choice. But the next time she sees him and starts his crap again, she would fight him. And don't think the family would go unpunished. She would not go on eggshells and have a serious word with them and make sure they'll make up for him one day.
Now here it would be Nexus' choice of what to do.
I don't write fanfiction only scripts, lol. Usually, I would think and write on my stories for weeks until it's fleshed out and make sense. But this is just an idea of how it could go with Nexus. I hope it wasn't too much.
Part2
#answered ask#Nexus#Laia Cotton#fanfiction? maybe? kinda?#I just wanted a happy end#I'm not good at it#I'm used to do calm cute relaxing stories#sun and moon show
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What are your thoughts on Crowfeather's Trial? I already know how you feel about my other least favorite super editions so I'm curious about your opinions on this one lol
I think at best it's just okay. Like...it feels like they're going "see!! We're holding him accountable!!" But then they just kinda...dont?? Like I didn't feel any differently about Crowfeather by the end than I did when I started. There's parts I like about it but overall it just fell flat for me
Like how am I supposed to like this guy when he's just constantly a dick?? he can't stand Harespring for some reason, there's a moment where he's like "I wish my son was dead" and when Nightcloud goes missing he barely gives a damn and doesn't bother to even try and look for her
Anyways I'll forever be mad that they gave this guy a whole super edition and he'll probably have the most dramatic death ever while Leafpool suffered her entire life (and afterlife) and got killed off screen. Hoping he gets jumped by rats and dies from infection
I'm not a big fan of it. It's one of the better written SEs and has a clear goal in mind, but every time I have to encounter it, it feels like it's sidelining the characters who actually deserve to be explored in favor of Crowfeather Sadboy Whinging.
Breezepelt has 12 books detailing how being mistreated by Crowfeather is making him worse, and showing that social alienation is pushing him towards the Dark Forest. Nightcloud was demonized by the old team even though they wrote Crowfeather deflecting all the blame of Breeze's behavior onto her, giving the new team a great opportunity to correct the mistakes of the old writers... and they decided to focus on Crowfeather instead.
And, mind you, they conveniently leave out massive details about how BADLY Crowfeather was abusing his child.
There's this one part of the book where he learns that Breezepelt broke his leg as a kid and he feels like shit for not remembering it, and it's supposed to be a big moment where Crowfeather realizes he was apathetic and careless. But he WASN'T just apathetic and careless. We see him TEACHING his child xenophobia in order to mock and offend Leafpool, smacking Breezepaw around for being 'rude' (the way Crowf always is), and screeching at him for having basic needs like hunger or rest.
Crowfeather WASN'T just a sad, sad boy who didn't pay attention to his kid because he was too busy pining over Dead Wife. What he did to Breezepelt wasn't just neglect; it was physical and emotional abuse.
The book DOES ultimately hold him responsible for how Breezepelt turned out, yes. But it doesn't properly focus on WHAT made Breeze come out the way he did. It wasn't genes, it wasn't Daddy Not Smile At Me. I can only assume the reason why they didn't address how ghoulish Crowfeather actually was is because they knew that being honest and direct about him abusing his child would make him unsympathetic.
Which is a problem, because, y'know, you can just make it Breezepelt's Trial and NOT have to thread that needle??
And furthermore... the book is trying to show Crowfeather addressing that he's kind of an asshole and moving on from it, earning deputyship as a reward for his growth, but what the book really demonstrates to me is that Crowfeather is a dickhead who actually shouldn't have ANY power at all. I don't understand why people would trust him or want him as their leader. I don't see any reason to think that he would be responsible with the lives of an entire Clan of people.
Before I hear clown shoes; if you think that means I "just don't like" that he would be an ""interesting leader,"" pile yourself back into the car with your 30 other jesters and drive away. I mean that it feels completely wrong that any character in-universe would look at the person who exists in Crowfeather's Trial, and say, "this is a person who would help me effectively rule."
What he does, all-book-long, is show that he's an emotionally unstable loose canon borderline incapable of self-reflection. Other characters have to directly tell him "you should try being less of an asshole" and "maybe be nice to your family sometimes?" while he comes up with bullshit reasons to seethe at every character who wanders into his line of sight.
I massively resent the fact that even Leafpool has to mommy his baby ass towards the end of the book. After he spends a good part of Po3 and OotS finding roundabout ways to snipe at her for not giving him exactly what he wanted. It falls on HER to be the one he can ask for advice on how to fix the family he treated like shit his whole life.
no that's not hyperbole she literally. textually. is compared to his mother.
and he can't even be gracious about it, he's instantly all huffy and offended, completely proving her point. Why the hell would anyone make this guy a deputy? The man needs TWO motherly figures giving him the exact same basic advice and a dedicated super edition before he adjusts his behavior even slightly.
(watch him get Boring Leader Syndrome the minute he inevitably becomes Crowstar, too)
Sooo, in a nutshell;
It's one of the better SEs. unfortunately.
Crowfeather is held accountable for being the problem in his own relationships, thank god
but it doesn't fully hold the actions we SAW in the main series books accountable, seemingly purposefully leaving out the worst things he did.
Another WC book where a male character gets an insane amount of sympathy and rewarding that female characters are NEVER deigned deserving of.
Should have been Breezepelt's story. I strongly dislike how Breeze's "redemption" was based on his shitty dad saying sorry. He deserved an actual character arc struggling with ever trusting WindClan again after they took his dad's judgement about him at face value.
Absolutely awful that Leafpool is killed between books and given a trial where they consider sending her to hell when they finally DO get around to showing how she died, while Crowfeather gets an SE about the whole world holding his hand so he can fix the family he broke in 5 easy steps.
Its biggest problem is that it is about a character whose actions you can go and read about. It doesn't deliver on the setup of 12 books of Crowfeather being an absolute git; it's a good story for the version of Crowfeather the new team seems to have created in their heads.
Doesn't stop me from manifesting him getting an infection and having a Sandstorm-tier disrespectful death in the upcoming series, lmao.
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This is the teacher that kids either love or hate, thereâs no in between. Mr. Styles has his quirks, and according to your niece, you either get him or you donât. The annoying thing is, Mr. Styles teaches all of the science electives like astronomy, astrophysics, forensic science, marine science, zoology, and meteorology. These arenât required courses, but theyâre only a semester long. After completing biology, students can either take a full year of chemistry and a full year of physics, or they can do a full year of chemistry or physics, and two science electives. Or they can do four science electives.
Mr. Styles also is the only AP Chemistry and AP Physics teacher. Thereâs really no avoiding him. Some students accept this, and others continue to live in denial.
Many students know their strengths and passions. They were made to be scientists. Your niece, who loves science, is taking as many courses as possible to help herself out for college later on. Sheâs in AP Chemistry with Mr. Styles, as well as forensic science. Your niece loved Mr. Styles until he gave her an F for missing an exam. She had been out sick. She had a note from her doctor and everything! Your niece blubbered to you about it.
You know Mr. Styles. You work at the same school as Mr. Styles. Youâre the music teacher. You typically avoid Mr. Styles. Youâre in a completely different area of the school. Many students complain about him, but just as many praise him. But this time itâs personal. He made your niece cry, at school! You told her she could stay in your office for a bit to calm down. You were marching your way to Mr. Stylesâ classroom. You didnât care if he was teaching. You were going to barge in.
When you get to his door, you see him sitting at his desk through the little window. Itâs a prep period. When you giggle the handle of the door, it doesnât turn. So, you pound on the door with your fist while Mr. Styles takes his sweet time coming to open it.
âMiss-â
âDonât even address me right now, Iâm too mad.â
âI donât think I know you well enough for you to be venting to me about something.â He says as he closes the door. âBut I guess I can listen since I have time.â
âIâm here because youâre being an asshole to my niece. She missed school because she was sick and you wouldnât let her makeup a test. Thatâs against school policy.â
âNot with AP courses.â He crosses his arms over his chest. You canât help but feel frazzled at his attire. The dichotomy of him wearing a Disney shirt about love while heâs scowling is is almost comical. âIf a student is sick on the day of the exam, then thatâs it. They fail. They donât get to try again.â
âHow is she going to get into a good school if she has an F on her transcript?!â
âSheâs not going to fail the class. She knew I had a strict policy. Also, I put out exam dates well in advance. She knew what day it was going to be.â
âShe was sick!â
âWas she vomiting uncontrollably? Was she coughing up blood? Was she bed ridden? If the answer is no to any of those, then she could have come in to take the exam.â
âRight, so then she could get all of the other kids sick?â
âMasks are a thing. Plenty of students still wear them in the classroom. She could have come in for the exam and then left afterwards. Why do you care so much? Youâre not her legal guardian. Her parents havenât emailed or called to complain. At the mandatory parents meeting I run at the beginning of the school, I make it clear to the parents that I am strict for a reason.â
âMy sister and brother-in-law havenât called to complain because they donât know about any of this. She came crying to me because she has no idea how to tell them because she knows sheâs going to be asked if she knew it was an exam day. Which she completely forgot because she was sick and her brain was foggy.â
âSheâll have opportunities to make up her grade. Her participation counts for a lot and sheâs always participating.â
âYou donât understand mental instability these overachievers have. Iâve seen that girl cry over an A-. Shooting her in the stomach would hurt less than getting a bad grade. Do you get off on being a dick?â
âYou know what? This is my prep period, and I was busy.â
âYeah, your door was locked.â You scoff.
âI always lock it. I donât like when people filter in and out during my prep.â
âWhat if a student had an emergency and needed you?! Why are you even a teacher if you donât care about students?! Do you have any idea how hard these kids have it? They donât even teach them how to use computers anymore! No one knows how to touch type! Everyone assumes they have it easy, but they donât. A lot of kids come to school because itâs better than being at home. You making it worse for them is a real turn off. I know you have students that adore you, but you also have students that would love the opportunity to spit in your food.â
âAre you done?â
âThat depends, do you understand the points Iâve made?â
âYes. You were very clear.â
âAre you going to take what I said into consideration as youâre teaching?â
âNo.â
âYouâre a fucking prick.â
âAnd youâreâŚâ His eyes go up and down, checking her out. âItâs a good thing your room is on the other side of the school.â He shakes his head.
âWhy? Afraid Iâll spit in your food?â
âNo, in fact, Iâd welcome your spit. Iâd like it preferably in my mouth, but beggars canât be choosers.â He shrugs and sits down at his desk.
Your mouth is agape. Did he really just say that to you?
âAre you serious?â
âVery.â He stands back up and saunters over to her. âIf youâd like to cuss me out some more, could we do it over dinner?â
âIâŚâ
âYou never gave me a chance to take you out a few years ago. Remember that night we were both at that bar?â
âI do.â You nod as you blush. âBut that was a mistake. I had a boyfriendâŚâ
âDo you still?â
âNo.â
âAlright, well, I would love to be in your presence again while youâre all fired up. Are you free Saturday night?â
âPick me up at seven.â
âIâll make a reservation somewhere I know weâll be secluded so you can yell at me some more.â
âStop talking before I change my mind.â You say and storm out of his classroom.
While you were teaching your sixth period choral class, Harry was teaching his forensic science class. Your niece got there a few minutes early to talk to Mr. Styles as he stood outside the class to greet the other students coming in.
âSoâŚdid it work?â She asked quietly.
âLike a charm.â
âShe said yes?!â
âMhm.â He grinned. âYou must have put on quite the performance. She was really angry.â
âIf you thought that made her angry, wait until she inevitably finds out that we worked together to trick her.â
âIâm looking forward to it.â
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okay hereeee are some ted opinions that i feel as though i should share before i explode with frustration.
teds paranoia is due to AM of course, yes. this is horribly tragic and what AM has done to the survivors is HORRIBLE. but.... it doesn't excuse the CLEAR misogynistic bias ( and possible racial bias STAY WITH ME HERE IM BLACK I AM THE MOST CERTIFIED TO TALK ABOUT THIS. ) ted displays towards ellen. when talking about the others he doesn't make derogatory statements towards their gender identities or their choices within their past lives. especially with benny being gay he only states that AM had sexually humiliated him because of it, which does not mean he agrees with it. but then when he shifts over to ellen it's so OBVIOUS how victim blamey and sexist his words are. implying that she enjoys servicing them and that AM had given her pleasure despite her clearly not wanting any of that. he doesnt only just GLOSS OVER the sexual humiliation of benny, he uses it against ELLEN. paranoia does not CAUSE bigotry to sprout, as someone with paranoia if anything it's more offensive to IMPLY that it would cause saying something that horrendous to a SEXUAL ASSAULT VICTIM. ( not only talking about the elevator here by the way, ellen being forced to service the others can genuinely be considered proximity assault and COERCION but whatever ) yes, i do feel bad for ted in the aspect that he is a torture victim and he's gone through so much and that he has genuinely been driven mad. but bigotry within madness cannot be justified in ANY right. it's also very insulting to his character to imply that his ONLY personality traits are being a douchebag. yes it's a big part of him because he is ,,, a douchebag. but to truly understand why you shouldn't like ted as a PERSON ( not as a character, he's very well written do whatever you want ) you have to peel away exactly at what makes his actions unjustifiable in the end.
moving on, his portrayal in the game is both interesting and completely absurd and horrendous. let me start this off by saying. Ted. Does NOT. love ellen. Ted is not ACTUALLY in love with this woman. He's just clinging to whatever he can for validation and he believes that he is ENTITLED to her validation because of his isolation and belief that the MEN hate him. not to mention his warped view on sex due to him being groomed may have led him to believe that sex = love. the short sporadic and awfully humiliating sparks of passion between ellen and ted during those intimate moments, especially for a grooming victim. may be incredibly confusing and conflicting. which of course is not at all teds fault, he's a victim. i don't blame him for that. teds character in the game in some aspects couldve been a beautifully done portrayal of how "love" and a want for it can bring out the worst in someone. that having trauma doesn't always make good functioning morally correct members of society. in other aspects. it's. bad. God fucking. JESUS it's bad i don't even want to talk about how horrendous he is written in the game christ on a celery stick. I can't even say this is because of my personal disliking of ted. all of the characters are so STRANGELY written in the game that is actually absurd in resemblance to their characters in the short story. but whatever.
rant over.
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how would vox and the other vees react to the school calling voxs ohine saying his daughter had a seizure at school? Btw I love ur writing keep uo the good work bbg.
Hi there! So I actually have a similar request that Iâm working on parallel to this. So consider this one readerâs origin story in a sense. I donât have epilepsy myself, but I do have folks in my life who do so I hope I did your request justice!Â
The spike in her vitals sent the instant alert to Voxâs phone.
At first, he thought it was a glitch. After all, his daughter seemed fine when he dropped her off at preschool that morning. Same as every other day, she had hugged him goodbye and ran into the school eager to begin the day. When he saw the schoolâs number, he assumed she had gotten hurt on the playground. Scraped her knee maybe, or worse case- a broken arm. But as he sat in the limo that raced towards the hospital, he wished that had been the case.Â
We always call an ambulance the first time a student has a seizure at school, the school nurse had told him. I understand your preference to treat her at home, but this is our policy.Â
Part of him knew she was doing her job. The other part of him was livid that his daughter was sent to a hospital. As if she was a commoner and not the daughter of one of the most powerful overlords in hell. He pushed his way inside and shoved those in line out of the way.Â
âMy daughter has been brought in and I need to know where she is right now,â Vox growled at the receptionist. âAnd then I want her discharged and sent home.âÂ
âYouâll have to wait like everyone else in lineâŚâ the nurse began.
Electricity crackled. He grabbed the counter and glared at her.
âDo you have any idea who I am?â he snarled. âBring me to my daughter, now.âÂ
To his utter dismay, the nurse looked completely unbothered.Â
âI couldnât care less who you are. We have rules that need to be followed. Get in line behind everyone else and wait your turn.â She told him calmly.Â
Voxâs anger boiled. Just as he was about to make every piece of data on this woman vanish, a familiar voice pulled his attention away.Â
âDaddy!â a little voice called from the stretcher.Â
He raced over to her and one of the nurses began to tell him to step aside. Vox turned around, eyes glowing red.
âYou can fuck right off. This is my kid, and I want her discharged immediately.â
âSir, you canâtâŚâ
âItâs kidnapping if you donât. I said, stop touching my kid,â he snapped, ârelease my kid, now. Or I will have you charged with assault.âÂ
Less than a half hour later, reader was settled into the familiar hospital room in her Uncle Valentinoâs studio. Around her, her Aunt Velvette and Uncle Valentino fussed, fluffing her pillows and straightening her blankets as they waited for the doctor and Vox to come back in.Â
âBabygirl, how do you feel?â Valentino asked as he smoothed back her hair. âCan Uncle Val get you anything?â
Reader shook her head. âTired, Uncle Val. I want to sleep.â
âIn a few moments baby, lets hear what the doctor has to say,â Velvette replied quickly.Â
The door swung open and both Vox and the doctor stepped in.
âHey baby,â Vox said quietly as he sat down on the bed with her. âHow are you feeling?â
âTired,â she replied as she reached for him. âDaddy, I want a hug.â
Vox carefully took her into his arms and kissed the top of her head. âDaddyâs here. Letâs listen to what the doctor has to say, okay?â
Reader nodded and turned her attention to the doctor.Â
âReader, your tests show that you have epilepsy. Epilepsy is when your brain sends too many electrical messages at once and that causes seizures, which is what happened to you today. Itâs almost likeâŚâ the doctor paused and looked to Vox. âAlmost like when your Dad gets mad and his screen fizzes out for a moment. Your brain does the same thing, and it can make you forget whatâs happening and make you quite tired.â
âAm I going to die?â Reader asked fearfully.Â
Vox felt her hands grip his shirt. He shook his head no and hugged her tighter. âNo, baby. Itâs serious, but at the core it's just something unusual that happens in your brain. We can treat it, to an extent, but weâll teach you what to do to keep you safe, okay?âÂ
âWe can talk more later on, and come up with a plan,â the doctor added. âFor now, youâre clear to go home. Sleep in your own bed. Youâll see me again tomorrow for a few more tests, and we can discuss what to do next. Sound good?âÂ
Reader nodded. She laid her head on her father as he scooped her up and carried her back upstairs, Velvette and Valentino close behind.Â
âDaddy, Auntie Vel, Uncle Val? Iâm scared. Stay with me?â Reader asked once the elevator door closed. âI donât want to be alone.âÂ
âAlways baby,â Vox replied with a kiss to her forehead. âI think we could all use the rest.â
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