#maybe tomorrow I'll draw something seriously

[another-lost-mc]

When They Say "F*ck Lucifer" (& Think MC Takes It Literally) Headcanons | THE DEMON BROTHERS 2.6k words | NSFW | gn!Reader | Crack Treated Seriously Content warnings: Cursing, implied relationships, pet names, jealous/possessive behaviour, misunderstandings and poor communication, demon form mentioned (Satan), suggestive content.

BELPHEGOR

"Belphie, it's time for dinner!" Lucifer sent you to find him, and when he wasn't napping in your bed, you knew where to check next.

He mumbles something into his pillow and you can't make out the words, but you know he's listening. "It's the third night this week you've skipped eating dinner with the family. Come on, you know how Lucifer is."

Belphie turns his head towards you enough so that you can hear him more clearly. "Oh, fuck Lucifer." He rolls over and starts snoring again, and you stomp back down the attic stairs in frustration.

When you join the others for dinner, you jab your fork into your food with more force than necessary. You're halfway done your meal when Belphie suddenly plops down into the empty chair beside yours. He reaches for your free hand and leans against your shoulder.

"Belphie?" you ask him curiously, but he says nothing. He doesn't eat anything either. He tries to cuddle even closer to you instead, and he shoots glares at his older brother sitting at the head of the table.

It takes you longer to eat than normal with one of your hands firmly tucked in Belphie's grip. As soon as you finish your dinner, he pulls you away from the table and back up to the attic. He curls around you for the rest of the night like he's afraid you might disappear if he doesn't.

He doesn't skip any more meals for the rest of the week.

BEELZEBUB

You have one hand stretched out in front of you, pressed firmly against Beel's chest. The other is holding a container of sweets behind your back.

"No, you can't have these," you remind Beel for the hundredth time. "They're for tomorrow, remember?"

But Beel's only half-paying attention to you. His focus is latched onto the container in your hand, and if he wasn't worried about hurting you by accident, he'd simply take it from you.

"It's not fair," his low voice rumbles thickly, and there's drool leaking from the corner of his mouth now. "I'm starving!"

You shake your head and look around for something else to tempt Beel with instead. "Lucifer bought these for Diavolo, and we're taking them to the tea party tomorrow."

"Fuck Lucifer," Beel growls, and it's the loudest and angriest he's sounded yet. You both look startled by the outburst; your hand slips away from holding him back, and his jaw drops open when he realizes what he said to you.

You hold the container tightly against your chest. He could easily take it from you now, but he surprises you when he doesn't. His eyes are fixed solely on your face, as if the thing he wanted moments ago is completely irrelevant. He holds his arms out like he's trying to block you from leaving the kitchen.

"I'm sorry," he says quietly. "I'll look for something else to eat, but please, don't go."

ASMODEUS

"Are you sure you should post that?" you ask, glancing over Asmo's shoulder as he types another inflammatory reply on Devilgram.

"Of course!" he exclaims. "You read their comment. ‘Pretentious and gaudy?’ MY clothing line?! No, I won’t stand for it.”

He’s typing quickly and you’re not exactly sure what his Devildom insult is supposed to mean, but you imagine it’s not very nice by the way Asmo cackles when he hits Send.

“I don’t want to be that person,” you start nervously while Asmo scrolls through the other comments on his post, “but maybe you should ignore them? All this back and forth is drawing a lot of negative attention to your Devilgram feed.”

Asmo pauses what he's doing and looks at you suspiciously. “Who told you that?”

You bite your lip and look away. “Lucifer asked me to talk to you about it.” When Asmo rolls his eyes, you throw your hands up. “Well, it’s true, isn’t it? Aren’t you worried this little spat might impact your new launch?”

Asmo jabs his D.D.D. in your direction. “He’s only worried about drama if it involves someone close to Diavolo.” He runs his hand through his hair and looks down at his phone screen again. “Fuck him. If Lucifer cares that much, he can come talk to me himself.”

“Ugh!” You stand up with a huff and head towards the door. You tried to talk to him and it’s obvious he’s not going to listen. You hope Lucifer believes you later when you tell him you tried to get Asmo to see reason.

When you reach for the door handle, you’re surprised when Asmo suddenly blocks your way. Sometimes you forget how fast demons can move.

“I didn’t mean that,” he says seriously. His housecoat falls open slightly when he leans towards you, and his expression isn't angry but dead-serious.

“Didn’t mean what?” you ask confusedly.

“Fucking my brother. Don’t do it.” His hands grasp your shoulders and you can’t help but laugh.

“I wasn’t going to? I was going to go back to my room while you carry on with your…” you trail off, gesturing to his abandoned D.D.D. on the bed, “…little feud.”

He steers you back towards his bed. “If you want to relax, then I insist you stay here instead. My room is much more comfortable than yours. Besides, I just thought of something you can help me with.”

You sit on the edge of the bed and smile up at him. “Like apologizing to that poor demon lord you keep picking fights with?”

Asmo winks at you with a hint of a smirk, and he tugs at the belt holding his housecoat closed. “Maybe we can do that after.”

SATAN

Satan walks around the narrow pathways in his room, avoiding the fragile stacks of books that litter his floor. You sit on his bed and watch him anxiously, giving him the patience and time he needs to tell you what's bothering him. You're careful to give him space when he's in one of these moods; it was one of the stipulations you agreed to before he let you inside earlier.

"So, you were in the garden earlier with some of the stray cats, and Lucifer did...what, exactly?" You've been trying to piece together what happened between Satan and his brother earlier, but it's hard to make sense of his grumbled and disjointed complaints.

"He scared them away," Satan bites out angrily. "I wasn't even feeding them treats. I sprinkled some catnip for them. What's the problem with that?"

You know Lucifer complains about the stray cats that flock to the House of Lamentation if Satan feeds them when he's not supposed to. You know that Lucifer isn't a fan of cats in general. But, you also know that Lucifer wouldn't purposefully hurt any of the cats that make their way into the garden, and he's not usually this petty.

"Is it possible he thought you were feeding them? I don't think he would make such a big fuss if he knew you were only giving them catnip." Satan glances at you and you can tell he's not convinced by your explanation. "What if I go with you to talk to him?"

"Fuck him," Satan snarls as he keeps pacing in front of you, fists clenching open and closed at his sides.

Sigh. Maybe you can talk to Lucifer on your own. Things have been peaceful between them lately, and this is such a silly thing for them to be at odds over.

Satan watches you stand up from his bed with a defeated sigh. When you try to shuffle past him, he wraps his arms around you from behind and pulls you against his chest. There's a wave of warm energy around you, and you feel the familiar feathers of his true form against your back.

"You're not going to leave me to see him, are you?" his rough voice grates against your neck. "You should stay here."

"Tomorrow we're going to sort this out together," you tell him when you meet his gaze over your shoulder.

His hands on your hips tighten. "Fine. But tonight, you're mine."

LEVIATHAN

"I think there's something wrong with your Akuzon account."

Levi asked you to pre-order the Dogi Maji anniversary bundle on his tablet, but the Submit Order button is greyed out every time you try to purchase it for him.

"Huh?" Levi spins around at his desk. He was doing some dungeons with his guild and you've been waiting for him to finish so you could watch anime together.

You tap the screen a few more times and shrug. "I don't know, it won't let me order anything."

Levi opens the Akuzon site on his second monitor and he sputters when he realizes what the problem is. "Lucifer put parental controls on the account again! Why would he do that?"

Of course. You knew Lucifer was upset at Levi for what happened earlier this week, and somehow his threat of punishment completely slipped your mind. "Well, you did summon Lotan on the RAD campus again..." you offer hesitantly.

"That wasn't my fault!" Levi argues loudly. He wilts a bit under your skeptical stare. "Okay, it wasn't completely my fault. Mammon took my rare Ruri-chan capsule figurine and wouldn't give it back."

You rub the back of your neck. You want to be sympathetic, you really do, but you can't necessarily blame Lucifer for his reaction either - an entire floor of the building was unusable due to the flooding.

"You know how Lucifer is, he'll change it back in a few days and we can order the game then."

"But what if it sells out before then?!" he shouts in frustration. "Fuck Lucifer!"

Levi rarely raises his voice like this to you, and he deflates immediately after his little outburst. "Wait–wait–wait!" he stammers quickly, launching himself out of his computer chair and into the empty seat beside you on the sofa. He holds your hands in his and squeezes so tightly that you wince. "I didn't mean that," he says imploringly, and his eyes dart around your face like he's nervous you don't believe him.

You mistakenly assume he's trying to apologize for getting so angry, and you pull him into a hug. "I know," and he nods against your shoulder. "What if I go to Purgatory Hall and order the game using Solomon's account instead?"

Levi sniffles and practically drags you into his lap. "Maybe later," he mumbles against your chest, the game temporarily shoved aside so he can keep you to himself instead. "What do you want to watch first?"

MAMMON

You flick on the light switch in Mammon's room and glare at him in annoyance. You warned him last night not to stay too late at the casino, and here he is, sleeping well past his alarm. At some point he chucked his D.D.D. across the room and promptly went back to sleep.

Great, now you're both going to be late, but for some reason, Lucifer seems to think herding Mammon to class is your responsibility. Lover's perks, you guess sarcastically as you stomp over to where the Avatar of Greed is snoring under a pile of blankets. One of his feet is dangling over the edge of the bed, and if you had more time, maybe slow, torturous tickles would teach him a lesson. For now, you grab the edge of his blankets and rip them off him in one smooth motion.

His eyes are still closed while his hands search blindly for the blankets that are on the floor by your feet. He's only in his boxers so the sudden gust of cool air against his skin makes him shudder. You feel a bit of petty satisfaction as you kick the blankets away for good measure.

"'m tired, goin' back to sleep, babe," he mumbles sleepily.

Well, at least he knows it's you, even if he is half-asleep.

"We're going to be so late for class, and Lucifer's going to kill me. Or you. Or both of us!" You wonder why Lucifer would send you to wake up Mammon, when his own threats of dangling him from the ceiling would probably be more effective. You guess waking Mammon up is meant to be your punishment for choosing to be with him of all demons in the first place.

Mammon groans and rolls over so you can't see him, but you can tell he's half-buried in his pillow when he grumbles, "Fuck 'em."

You throw up your hands and spin on your heel. "Fine, be that way," you snap. Your mood's already sour, and Lucifer's pestering and Mammon being himself isn't helping.

You should have enough time to grab something to eat and make it to class on time if you leave now. What you don't expect is for Mammon to not only get out of bed, but to somehow make it to the doorway before you do.

Damn, he's fast.

He's panting heavily and his eyes are clear now, his razor-sharp focus trained on you. You bump into his bare chest because you don't expect him to block your path. You open your mouth to ask what he's doing, but he leans forward and gives you a sloppy kiss instead. There's something almost desperate in the way his hands cradle your jaw and he drags his lips away from your mouth and dusts your cheeks and brow with feathery-soft kisses too.

"'m sorry," he mumbles, pulling you against him in a tight hug, "Wait for me while I get ready, yeah? Just, don’t–don’t leave. I’ll make it up to ya later, promise.”

LUCIFER

Lucifer pauses outside your bedroom door when he realizes you're speaking to someone on the phone. His brothers are all studying in their rooms - or they should be, same as you. He wonders who could possibly be so interesting that you're ignoring your studies to talk to them instead.

He assumes it's Solomon or Simeon, and he can't decide which of those two options is worse. Not that he cares, of course.

Even through the door, he can hear you clearly. He feels the slightest sense of guilt when he recognizes the tired, sad tone in your voice. Some of his brothers failed the last set of exams, and perhaps he was too strict with you considering your own scores were satisfactory - excellent even, in some classes. He knows that you've been ignoring your extracurriculars and hobbies to focus on studying so you don't disappoint him like his siblings do.

He catches the tail-end of your conversation and decides it's definitely Solomon on the other line if you're being invited to human world outings.

"...yeah, I heard that movie is in theatres now too. I think it looks good, but I'm too busy with–look, maybe once exams are over we can go see it, okay? I think Satan might like to see it too...uh huh...alright, you too. G'night."

Silence follows, and before Lucifer can knock on your door, he hears you sigh and mutter quietly, "Ugh, these stupid exams. Fuck Lucifer."

Well, there's a thought, isn't it? He was going to offer to take you to Madam Scream's to pick up some of those cupcakes you like. He considers it for only a split second and decides he likes your idea even more. His lips curl into a feral smirk, and he knocks once before letting himself inside.

"Huh? Oh, hi, Lucifer. I'm just going to..." but your voice tapers off. Whatever you were going to say dies in your throat when he leans against your door and slides the lock into place.

"I missed you," he murmurs, a surprisingly honest (and to you, completely random) confession that causes your cheeks to darken slightly. You swallow thickly and stare when he brings his hand to his mouth and pulls his glove off with his fucking teeth. "I think you deserve a little reward for all your hard work, hm?"

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[softie-rain]

Our secret moments (in a darkened room)

Pairing: Sejanus Plinth/Coriolanus Snow

Snowjanus week day 4 prompt: Trope (sharing one bed)

Note: Believe it or not this one's happy! This is your reminder they're just teens ):

TW: Mentions of handjobs and blowjobs but no sexual act is described - teenage boys disgusted by cum in the first part (sorry lol)

Coriolanus knew something was wrong when he noticed Smiley’s apologetic look. He was standing awkwardly in front of their bunk’s entrance, as if waiting for something.

Coriolanus and Sejanus exchanged a confused look when they saw Smiley's eyes slightly widening upon seeing the two of them walking towards him.

“I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I told him he should have used his bed!” He immediately started apologizing, specifically to Coriolanus, causing him to frown.

“Who used my bed for what?” He asked, though he wasn't sure he really wanted to know the answer.

Smiley looked away, starting to nervously fidget with his hands. “Uhm, Bug. He sneaked a guy in.”

“What?!” Sejanus half yelled, quieting down after Coriolanus glared at him. “How did he…”

“I have no idea. He met him at the Hob, tonight. Clicked in and after a few drinks, they came back here. Your bed was the one they ended up on. I don't think you want to know what they did.” Smiley explained to Coriolanus with a disgusted expression on his face.

Sejanus faked a gag and Coriolanus was frozen in both anger and disgust. “They had sex on my bed?” He asked, trying to keep quiet so as to not draw attention to them.

“... Basically, yeah.”

Coriolanus sighed and pinched his nose bridge. “So what, he's still in there?” Smiley chuckled.

“Oh no, can you imagine if they found him here tomorrow? No, no he left immediately after.”

“Okay, then what's the problem?”

Coriolanus regretted asking the question the moment Smiley showed him his bed, now apparently decorated with a huge yellowish stain on the bedspread.

“That's gross.” Sejanus commented, but Coriolanus could hear a hint of amusement in his tone.

“What the fuck?” Coriolanus asked, and Smiley shrugged.

“And this is after the fifth time of me and Bug trying to clean it. You should have seen it three hours ago, it was white and for some reason I do not want to know, it smelled.

“Okay now I'll seriously vomit.” Sejanus said, looking away.

Coriolanus on the other hand kept staring at the stain, a sense of profound disgust rising in his chest. “Please don't. We don't need vomit on top of that.” Bug said, appearing behind them.

Coriolanus wanted to kill him.

“That was in your body. How did you even make such a mess?” Sejanus asked, to Coriolanus' surprise. He assumed he was too shy, or disgusted, to ask anything like that.

“Handjob.” Bug replied, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Coriolanus was about to answer, but Sejanus beat him to it. “Wow. You gotta tell me the name of this guy man, it looks like you two had the night of your life.”

“Who's to say it wasn't all my doing? Can show you some tricks, if you want.” Bug said, winking at Sejanus.

Coriolanus’ disgust had now turned into rage, ready to snap at Bug for ruining his bed and joking about it. He was also annoyed at Sejanus, since when did he have an active sex life? Coriolanus was no stranger to his friend's preference for men, but the thought that he wasn't a virgin never even grazed his mind.

Maybe because Coriolanus assumed Sejanus talked to him about anything, he just thought he would have told him that too. A weird feeling in his chest hit him, probably annoyance, at the thought Sejanus didn't trust him that much.

Coriolanus cleared his throat. “Can we please come back to the fact that there's a cum stain on my bed? Where am I supposed to sleep now?”

Bug gave him an apologetic look, similar to Smiley's one - if he didn't know any better he'd say they rehearsed it before he arrived - and shook his head. “Well, we cleaned it. The smell is gone.”

Coriolanus rolled his eyes. “Why don't you sleep on it then?”

“What? Ew, no.”

“Why not, like Sej said, that was in your body.”

“Aww, Sej? You guys using nicknames now?” Smiley commented, making Bug giggle.

Coriolanus frowned, confused. He looked at Sejanus who seemed lost in thought, not listening to their conversation. He turned to look at Bug and Smiley, who were still wearing a smug smile on their faces.

Coriolanus was confused: what were they laughing about?

“We could share mine.” Everyone turned to look at Sejanus, and Coriolanus’ heart skipped a beat. “What? I didn't suggest giving you a handjob. Just sleep.”

Coriolanus felt his cheeks grow warm, but hoped the darkness of the room hid it well. “But how will we fit?”

Sejanus shrugged, not really having an answer. “You don't have to if you don't want to, it was just an idea.”

Coriolanus sighed, his eyes going from the stain to Sejanus, and finally Bug and Smiley who, for some reason, were looking at him expectantly.

It wouldn't be comfortable for sure, but what other choices did he have? Sleep on Bug's cum? Just the thought made him want to puke.

“No, it's fine. Everything's better than my bed, right now.” He said, defeated. Although there was a part of him that was rather excited to share a bed with Sejanus.

Excited? Excited for what?

He shook his head and ignored it, following Sejanus to his bed. Smiley and Bug chuckled and said goodnight, walking to their own beds.

After changing into their night clothes, which for Coriolanus meant just a shirt and shorts, they both got into bed. Coriolanus blushed when Sejanus laid down, realizing how close they were going to be. He laid down next to him, back to back, trying to calm down. They were just sleeping, lots of friends have sleepovers together. Why was Coriolanus so nervous?

“Goodnight.” Sejanus mumbled, already drifting off.

“ ‘Night.” After all it was just one night, it wasn't the end of the world. He'll survive.

Except he couldn’t fall asleep. It had been hours since they came back to the Bunk, the last of the few peacekeepers who were still out had come back as well and everyone was profoundly sleeping, their snoring confirmed it, and Sejanus with them.

Only Coriolanus seemed to be still awake.

He slowly turned on his back, he felt Sejanus stir next to him but didn't wake up. His mind wouldn't let him fall asleep, it kept going back to Sejanus and his stupid comment, I didn't suggest giving you a handjob.

Why did he say that? It obviously wasn't a sexual suggestion, why would Sejanus want to have sex with Coriolanus? No, not sex. Just a handjob. But not even that!

And every time he'd tell himself he was just over thinking the whole situation his thoughts would automatically create an image of Sejanus touching him, and the proximity with the boy surely wasn't helping.

“Coryo?” He heard. He turned his head and found Sejanus laying on his side staring at him. “Are you okay?”

Coriolanus gulped and nodded. “Just having trouble sleeping.” He whispered, waking the others was the last thing he needed right now.

Sejanus nodded. “Can I help?”

“It's nothing, don't worry.” He brushed it off.

“Not even with that?” Sejanus asked, pointing at Coriolanus’ legs without breaking eye contact.

Coriolanus followed his finger and saw the prominent tent in his pants. He started blushing in embarrassment before realizing what Sejanus had said. “W-what?”

“You're not the first man to wake up with a boner, Coryo. Happened to me too, there's nothing to be ashamed of.” Sejanus said with a calming voice.

He didn't bother correcting him that he never fell asleep in the first place, and awkwardly cleared his throat. “And you'd… help me with it?”

Sejanus had an expression Coriolanus couldn't decipher, and it was physically painful for him not being able to read him. “Do you want me to?” He asked back.

Coriolanus had no idea what possessed his body when he nodded.

Sejanus partially stood up, leaning on his elbow, as his free hand moved down Coryo's body and stopped on his thigh, keeping him still. He moved closer to him, so much Coriolanus could feel his hot breath on his face.

“Can I kiss you?” Sejanus whispered, staring at his lips.

“Yes.” Coriolanus breathed out.

***

“Thanks, by the way. For helping me out.” Sejanus said and Coriolanus pulled him closer to him. His head was on Coryo's chest, as he lightly caressed his arm.

“You did to me first, it was only fair I returned the favor.” He said smiling.

“It was amazing, you sure you've never given a blowjob before?” Coriolanus rolled his eyes and scoffed, drawing him in for a long kiss.

Sejanus pulled away first, staring at Coriolanus in silence for a few seconds. “I really like you, Coryo.” He said, low, almost sounding scared of his own words.

Coriolanus wasn't sure of what to say. “Ah. Uhm, cool.” Surely anything would have been better than that.

Sejanus frowned, a shadow of shame darkening his previously bright eyes. “It's okay if you don't. I just needed to tell you.”

Coriolanus shut him off with a kiss, moving his hand up to his cheek trying to reassure him. “It's not that.” He said, trying to choose the right words.

“These feelings are new for me… I don't really understand them, yet. But I care about you, Sejanus, and I like staying with you. I'd just rather we'd take things slow?” He explained, and Sejanus’ face brightened up once more.

He smiled and nodded, leaning into Coriolanus’ touch. “Of course. No one's here to rush us. You have all the time to figure your feelings out, and I'll be by your side the whole time.” Sejanus said, giving him a peck. “If you'll let me.”

Coriolanus chuckled and closed his eyes, holding his hand joining their foreheads together. “I wouldn't want it any other way.”

#snowjanus week #sejanus plinth #coriolanus snow #snowjanus #tbosas #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #the hunger games the ballad of songbirds & snakes #tbosbas #coriolanus x sejanus #sejanus x coriolanus

[artists-ally]

{Flatline} OFC x Harvey Specter

Just a little sneak peak of what's coming tomorrow tehe :D also I made a playlist for the vibes of this fic/series if anyone wants to listen while they read (highly recommend)

Tagging ~ @maxdamax @thenebean9 @ashcosmo @babyruthcandy-blog (you all liked my original post so I'll keep you updated. If you do, or don't, want to be tagged on the real fic, lmk!)

*this is a little spicy, no smut but things are heating up*

~~~~~

“Claudia.” His voice commanded, stopping my movements. I held still on the couch, drinking in his stare. “Stay.”

“Mr. Specter I really should-”

“Harvey,” he bit out a little harshly. “Stop calling me Mr. Specter.”

“I’m sorry. Harvey, it’s late.” He just nodded, taking a sip from his glass. “And?”

“It’s been a long day and I think we should both go and get some much deserved rest,” I spoke quietly, resuming my nail picking from earlier. 

“Do you really want to leave?” 

It was such a loaded question. Yes, absolutely I wanted to fucking leave. But there was something deep in his eyes, deep in his voice that made me want to stay and explore. My heart was hammering in my chest. I couldn’t keep my eyes off him, no matter how much I wanted to look away. It was impossible. 

“I don’t think you do,” he answered for me. “I told you I was going to help build your confidence.”

You never told me how, jackass, I thought. I swallowed, nothing going down, but I did it anyway. Harvey threw back what was left of his whisky and reclined, knees far apart, fingers drawing patterns on the arm rests of the chair. 

“Come here, Claudia.” What? “You heard me.”

Shit, I must’ve said it outloud. If I thought my heart was racing before, it sure as hell was halfway around the world now. Legs trembling, I rose. Why the fuck did I stand up? It wasn’t too late to make a beeline for the door and pray he didn’t catch up. Then again, it wasn’t like I could escape him, we worked in the same fucking building. On the same floor. 

When I came to a halt, a few feet in front of him, he  held out his hand, palm up. As I put my fingers in his grasp, there was nothing I could do. He yanked me to him, other hand catching my hip as I collapsed into him with a yelp. 

“Straddle my thigh,” he ordered. Something about the way his voice went down my spine made me obey. With extreme hesitance, I moved one leg on each side of his, lowering myself down. I didn’t dare put all of my weight down. And he knew it because his hands came up to my hips and forced me all the way down. 

“Sir, what are you-”

“Do not call me Sir unless you are ready to deal with those consequences.” His fingers dug into the exposed skin on my thigh, eyes full of his pupils. 

“Harvey, what are you doing? We shouldn’t be doing… whatever this is,” I tried to defuse the situation as best I could, but there was such a seriousness written in his features I wasn’t sure I could sway him. Maybe I didn’t want to, either. 

“How does it feel?” He asked.

I blinked, “H-How does what feel, Harvey?”

He smiled at the use of his name on my tongue. I hadn’t really ever called him by his first name.

“To have one of the most powerful men in the city underneath you, bent to your will?”

#suits #suits tv #harvey specter #mike ross #donna paulsen #louis litt #jessica pearson

[guiltypleasurefandomface]

Freddie: Now my darlings, I want your honest opinion. No pissing about. I need you to take it seriously, now. Okay?

Roger: Okay...

John: Sure... But, shouldn't we wait for Brian?

Freddie: Oh no, it's about Brian.

Roger: Oh. Go right ahead *devillish smile*

Freddie: Roger, I said no pissing about and I'm serious.

Roger: *drops smile and nods* You have my word.

Freddie: Now. Which do you think Brian would prefer, Colin the Catarpillar or Freida the vegan catarpillar cake?

John: Oh

Roger: Um....

Freddie: Because obviously, Colin is the original, and he's adorable

John: ... yeah... adorable....

Freddie: But, of course, animal products.

Roger: I think you're missing something a bit more important there, Fred.

Freddie: No, I know what you're going to say. He's a vegetarian, would he even want to eat something with a face even if it's made with vegan ingredients? But even the most millitant vegans eat percy pig sweets, Roger.

Roger: I more meant the fact that he's not a child turning 6..

Freddie: Oh.

John: Are we sure about that, though? He did have more fun putting the stars on the ceiling for Joshua, you know, than Joshua has ever had looking at them

Freddie: Welll.... *deflates* No maybe you're right. It is a bit childish.

Roger: It's a nice thought, Freddie, but.... you know. Beers, guinness and women, yeah?

Freddie: Thought it would be a nice bit of whimsy....

John: Colin's face is rather whimsical, yes.

Freddie: Right. Hmmm. Okay. Alright. No, back to the drawing board. It's fine. It's okay. Thank you for your input, darlings.

-

Roger: Well... fuck. Think I answered that one wrong, didn't I?

John: You gave your honest opinion.

Roger: Hey, you did too.

John: Yes but I gave neutral opinions.

Roger: .... fuck.

-

Brian: Oh hello-

Roger: Quick. I need your opinion on something, I NEEEEED you to keep it secret and I need you to act surprised tomorrow.

Brian: Oh. Um. Okay. What-s

Roger: Would you like a catarpillar cake with your birthday tomorrow?

Brian: I.... You mean the big swiss roll things with the giant white chocolate faces?

Roger: Yes

Brian: Oh. Yes I suppose I would. That would be fun.

Roger: Perfect. Vegan or non-vegan?

Brian: Well it would feel a bit wrong to both be eating a literal face whilst eating real animal products so I suppose-

Roger: Vegan. Perfect. Okay, get back to whatever you were doing and remmeber, we didn't have this conversation, you don't know, act surprised.

Brian: Right. Okay. Yes.

-

Roger: Give him Frieda.

Freddie: I beg your par- oh the cake. No, you were right

Roger: I was fucking wrong. You're right. He loves a bit of whimsy, give him the vegan catarpillar cake

Freddie: You really think so?

Roger: Yes

Freddie: .... Alright. What changed your opinion?

Roger: I just thought about it some more.

Freddie: It is still a bit childish

Roger: The man used to wear toesie socks up until he gave them away a year ago and he loves playing with model trains, he is a child.

Freddie: Roger.... You play with remote control cars

Roger: Yeah I know I do :D But for the record, I want a cake with a woman inside it for my next birthday

Freddie: I'll try my best

Roger: It's all I ask. So. Cake? You'll get Brian Freida

Freddie: Yes. Yes i will. Thank you sweetheart

Roger: Ahhhhh it's nothing.

-

Freddie: Happy Birthday!

Brian: Oh isn't that adorable!

Freddie: It's the vegan one

Brian: *gushes* It's perfect, Freddie.

#A little bit of Maycury #For Brian's Birthday #The post is already long enough I don't want to add photos of Colin or Frieda

[give-soup-please]

Hello there, Jay - been a bit I think. Honesty, not sure exactly HOW long it's been but I know it's certainly been a while.

I both have a lot to say and nothing at the same time. I had notes but I kind of lost them while moving, and then also just kind of.. lost them in my brain. What do you think about the idea of time being a soup? Because honestly I think it is. Very soup-ey indeed, slipping through the cracks and just washing away down the drain. Not that I would wash a way soup - not if it's good, and a lot of soups are good (like you!) Anyways: - I know a while ago you were in the ER, I'm glad to see you're doing a bit better, that makes me happy and less violently concerned for you like I had been. It was interesting to actually have a vague back and forth with you there, but I was pretty quiet. I usually am, anyways. - I wish I could throw a bunch of money at you to write something. As you know I absolutely adore your writing, it just soothes my soul with the way you weave your words together. Maybe I'll save up while doing some commissions of my own to do that. I hope you're getting a lot of commissions though, you deserve them. - I... have become violently obsessed with Good Omens. If I didn't have two commissions I needed to finish as well as an art project I had started I would just be drawing that. They are literally rotating around in my head constantly. I don't want to include any spoilers (I'm sure you already watched it all, but just in case anyone is scrolling through or something) I practically combusted when I saw the last ten or so minutes of that episode. Do you have any theories for that? I think you can do a ... spoiler like thing... I think. Anyways, everything is fine and it all ended well... right... RIGHT???? - The new Tumblr layout is absolute garbage and I had a mild breakdown over it while trying to figure out how everything worked. It's annoying as all get out, and I THINK there's a way to fix it? I got this link from someone when asking about it - but honestly I'm a bit lost when it comes to in depth stuff like this so I can't fix it personally: Link: https://www.tumblr.com/vellichorom/725846270328127488?source=share - I'm sure there's more I want to talk about. It's like my brain is full of a lot of things but nothing really wants to be written down... It's mostly because of Good Omens, but also other things. In any case, I hope you're doing well. And of course, as I always end these things, please take care of yourself. Do something for you, eat a little snack, DRINK WATER, and most of all continue to be you in the face of everything that goes against that. You are a wonderful person. You are important. You are amazing just the way you are. Your friend, ~ May

PS: If this comes through more than once, just ignore that... Tumblr was acting funny and I had to try it again... more than once... seriously I'm sorry if this comes through like ten times

may! great to hear from you/gen

(i was worried when i hadn't heard from you in a while, ngl. happy to hear you're doing okay.)

-the thing about time being soup is pretty funny. i've heard time being described as soupy, which is fairly accurate sometimes. and i'm glad you wouldn't wash a poor innocent soup away.

-yes, i am doing much better after my ER visit. i still have to get the labs done to work out what the heck went wrong, which i've been procrastinating. (i'll make an appointment tomorrow, i swear. or monday, if it's not open over the weekend. ugh)

-you are welcome to save up! commissions are going to be permanently open, because i'm a senior in college now and i need to make money so i can get housing after i graduate. so whenever you want, say the word. i am getting a decent amount of commissions in for the time being. a few people have said that when their next paycheck comes in, they'll talk to me, so i'm glad i'll have work in the future. but yeah anyone can come in at any time and talk to me about that, i don't mind taking on work. it fills up my days in a nice way.

-i love good omens 2, and that series finale was killer in so many ways dlkfsjdlf- i do have a few theories and thoughts, but i won't share them for the time being. i will say i don't agree with the coffee theory though. doesn't feel right given gaiman's usual style of writing.

-thank you for the link! i got it fixed ASAP so i'm not bothered anymore. i do have several thoughts on what tumblr is doing with the direction of this website though.

-i am doing well. tired, but well. my apartment is fully clean now and i can see floor again. it's been a year since it's been this good. (not an exaggeration. i have bad problems with depression nests, and i'm trying to get better.)

take care of yourself too, ok?

#answered ask #personal

[void-ink-studios]

Well, it's New Years eve, so now would probably be a good time to post this!

My Art vs. Artist for 2023! I actual drew enough variety of stuff this year to actually make one of these for the first time, so, enjoy!!!!

Also, for anyone following me, I have several announcements Under the Cut. So, if you're curious, keep reading!

Me, October 2023: Wow, I'm really close to 100 followers, maybe I'll hit it before the year is over.

Me, Now:

WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE????

But, in all seriousness, I cannot express how thankful I am to each and every one of you! You all have given me a level of hope that, to be frank, I haven't really felt since spring of this year. So, from the bottom of my heart, thank you, all of you.

To the people who like, to the people who reblog, to the people who comment, and to the people who just like my stuff enough to stick around, Thank you.

So, what might be expected for 2024?

Well, first and foremost, I would like to make one big announcement:

COMMISSIONS ARE OPEN!!!!!

That's right, I am opening commissions, for the first time ever. I will be posting a more detailed sheet about how that'll work, prices, and what to expect tomorrow, so if you ever wanted customized art from me, now you can!

But that's not all!

I have a Ko-Fi now!

If you want to support me monetarily, that is now an option! If you want access to WIP sketches and early access to projects, check out my Ko-Fi here! But don't feel like you at all have to do that to support me, your kind words are more than enough.

Not done yet though!

I will be selling PRINTS and ADOPTABLES this year!

I'll be making art specifically for Prints this year, for you to purchase on Redbubble. The Ko-Fi page is where you can see WIP sketches of the prints and early access to finishes products! You can also purchase digital copies of those prints from the Ko-Fi.

Also, you read that right, I'll be selling adoptables periodically throughout the year! So, keep an eye out for those!

Alright, I think that's all the big stuff (For Now, lol)

But there's some other general updates!

I will be doing the drawing challenges again, so yay! Mermay, Smaugust, and Apoctober will most likely be making their return, so that's something to look forward to!

Fanart and fanfiction will most likely continue, both with known fandoms on my blog, and hopefully some new ones!

Original work, art and writing, will continue, both for sale and not, I'm looking forward to that.

My worldbuilding nonsense will most likely continue.

My general nonsense will most likely continue.

-----------------------------------------

Once again, I'd like to thank you all for the support. It means the world, and it makes me smile every time.

The Rebubble store, the Ko-Fi, and Commission Sheet will all be in one post, tomorrow, and will be pinned to my blog.

I'm hoping to get some cool stuff cooking for y'all this year, both for those already here, and hopefully anyone new who turns up. I hope you all have a wonderful New Years, and let's hope for a calm 2024.

#my art #digital art #art vs artist #year in review #2023 wrap up #2024 preview #commission announcement #ko-fi announcement #happy new year #thank you all

[ickmick]

Inktober days 26-29!!

hello again! heres the last four days drawings! I havent finished today's, but Id like to post before I have dinner or anything so that will just be grouped with tomorrows post! :D

a reminder that I will post tomorrow (possibly around the same time, if not an hour or so before!) and then after that, I will try to start posting on sundays! i think the plan i have for November/novelember is to do weekly drabbles, and draw something for said drabbles! so it'll mostly be writing based from here!

heres week one, two, three, and fours posts!

now then, lets get on with it!

I'll only list the prompts I used that day, but here's the key for acronyms n such;

wh = welcome home

hc = hermitcraft (I have 2!)

ink = official inktober

gore = goretober

(actual gore will be triggerwarned! so far none has any blood or violence!)

Day 26

wh: telephone (sort of!)

life: watcher

my indulgences!! I seriously need to give this man clothes... but these were fun!!

Day 27

hc: tarot

i didnt plan out who would be in the last one!! but tarot cards based on the life series sounds like such fun!! maybe one day I'll design a full deck for myself ehehehe...

Day 28

hc: a heemit you don't watch

this doesn't count anymore... but it did on the 28th!! up until last night Id only watched videos with him in them, rather than his own! i just kind of went off my head about his hermitcraft stuff... i dont have context or references LOL

Day 29

hc: AU

ehehehe... i love Kitsuneisi's ddvau! cute guys design is everything to me <3

so yeah erm, indulgent fanart!!

inktober has been a lot of fun this year!! and im really glad to have tried posting on tumblr again lol

heres the last post, 5.2!!

whew!! only four today but were getting there!! are you excited?? Im excited!!

thanks for coming by, I hope to see you again tomorrow, and in future posts to be! have a great day!

#hermitblr #hermitcraft #grian #trafficblr #ickymicky #inktober #hermittober #ddvau #desert duo vigilante au #impulsesv #watcher grian #goodtimeswithscar #desert duo #life series #3rd life #i think... #Probably

[poorly-drawnformers]

#I was supposed to draw serious art and here i am with just memes. #maybe tomorrow I'll draw something seriously #transformers #tf starscream #tf ravage #tf meme #maccadam

[yamtaroh]

Ritual kids on valentine’s day?

angie offers korekiyo a jar of sacrificial blood. as she hands him the jar it falls to the ground and shatters. everyone is screaming. 

#hmm yes maybe i'll draw something for them tomorrow #i feel like i've been drawing them too much lately though lol #angie: wtf who gives people chocolate on valentines day that's seriously fucked up #angie: chocolate isn't a meaningful gift :\\\\\\\\ #angie: y chocolate?? y not blood sacrifices????? #angie: i'm not like the other girls!!!!!!!!!!!!! #anon #ask

[onetimetwotimesthreetimess]

KEEP YOU IN MY WALLET- RAFAEL & MAX (6/7)

"Do you have any idea what could have happened today?" 

"Dad we know. We're sorry." 

"What was going on in your heads that had you so distracted that you risked each other's lives. If you're going to use the Alliance Rune in the field, then you need to have each other's back. You're both suspended from any missions until I say so."

"Dad you can't do that."

"Alexander" Bapak placed a gentle hand on his back, and dad sighed. 

"The two of you could have gotten seriously injured if we hadn't reached there on time. We will discuss about this again tomorrow but for now both of you go freshen up and rest. It's been an exhausting day." Bapak said softly.

Rafael didn't know what to say, so he left for his room. 

He paced in his room for half an hour, trying to calm himself down, but it didn't work.

He took out the sheets and brushes from the bottom drawer and laid them on the floor. 

Rafael's head was a mess most of the time, and he didn't know how to make it stop. 

Painting helped.

He had learned to draw from Aunt Clary when he was a child. 

He sits on the floor and paints for a few hours when there's a knock on the door.

"Hey, can I come in?" Max asked.

Max never asked for permission from anyone. He just barged into rooms.

Rafael nodded, and Max came inside before he had the time to hide his sheets.

It was a miracle that he had been able to hide this from Max as long as he did. 

"You're painting?" Max asked incredulously.

"Hmmm"

"I didn't know you still paint." 

"Helps clear my mind sometimes." He replied.

The two of them sat there quietly for a while. They didn't know what to say to each other.

Both Rafael and Max have messed up today. 

"I'm sorry, Max. I was distracted today, and you could have gotten hurt because of that." 

 Max just shrugged. "It's okay. We both messed up. Dad was right. We should keep our problems outside the field." 

Rafael nodded. "So what's going on with you. I know why I was distracted, but what about you." 

"I don't want to talk about it. You?" Max inquired. 

"I don't want to talk either."

So maybe they were both hypocrites. 

"It's just shits hard to talk about sometimes," Max adds solemnly. 

"Yeah"

"Why is that?"

"Why is what?" Rafael asked.

"Why is everything so hard to talk about?"

Rafael doesn't know what to tell him. He can barely make sense of his own emotions. 

There's just an ache in his heart that he can't explain. 

He doesn't know if it's him thing, or a guy thing or a Lightwood-Bane thing.

He hopes that it's a human thing; otherwise, he's just alone in this. 

He can't be alone in this, right?

"Can I?" Max asked, pointing at the other brush.

He nodded at that. 

Max takes the brush and starts making random motions on the sheet. 

"Are you worried that Dad and Bapak are disappointed in you because of today?"

Rafael chuckles. He's always worried about disappointing them. 

They had told him not to worry about that, but it's not something he can control. 

"You're not?" He asked Max. 

"I am. But I'm cuter so I'll get away with it."

Max is a little shit.

But he is also a liar.

Rafael knows that he is equally worried because the look on his face mirrors his own. 

"You can talk to me if there's something going on Blue." 

"I'm okay. I just…just some stuff I'm dealing with. It just makes me sad sometimes I guess."

"I think everyone's a little sad all the time." 

Max throws a brush full of colour on his face.

"Rafe, that is the most depressing thing you have ever said. Why are you such a fucking angst hoe." Max laughs.

He chuckles lightly.

"I know that the two of them are probably itching to find out what's wrong with us." He mumbled.  

Max doesn't laugh, though. He says something that pierces through Rafael's heart. 

"Yeah. But sometimes I don't want them to ask us what's wrong. I just want them to hold me." 

He looks at Max, and he can't put a finger on his brother's expression for a second. 

But then he does, and it seems like Max is hurting too.

Rafael and Max share everything.

As much as they fought, the two of them were partners. 

But everything doesn't mean everything.

"Do you ever type a message to someone, but something stops you."

"Yeah. Sometimes. A lot of times." 

Max hums.

"Bapak and dad always talk about communication and how it's important to ask for help, but it just seems impossible sometimes," Max adds. 

"Atleast we are only half-human. Can you believe there are people in the world who are 100% mundane. How do they ever get things done." Rafael said. 

"How do I cancel my subscription to this human shit, Rafe. I would make a very sexy demon, you know. I would revolutionise demon fashion." Max grins. 

Max shifts and sits next to Rafael and puts his head on his shoulder. 

"I don't think we're scared of asking for help." 

"Speak for yourself." Max muttered. 

Rafael smacks his head.

"I meant that- we're not scared that people would say no if we ask for help. I think we're scared that they will say yes. That they will help us and we will feel better. But.. but what then? What if we need help again? How long can someone help us? How long before they get tired of all the whining and crying. How long before they realise we're not worth it. I-" Rafael rambles. 

Max takes Rafael's hand and squeezes it lightly. 

"So yeah. I think acceptance is scarier. We are scared of depending on someone and then losing it. So we hide."

"That's fucked up." 

It really is. 

"I know." 

"It was easier when we were kids."

Everyone keeps on saying that, but Rafael doesn't know if it's true.

"I can pinpoint the exact moment my life went to hell." Max says after a minute.

"Really?" He asked.

Do people remember stuff like that?

Max nods. "Yeah. I remember being 3 and very happy. Dad had gone for some work and came back with a five-year-old child who became a pain in my ass. My life hasn't been the same since."

Rafael snorts. He picks up the three bottles of colour and dumps them on Max's head. "You love me." 

Max yells at him. 

"Receipts?? Where are the receipts Rafe?" 

"Two months after dad got me home, you threw a tantrum that you were bored with me and asked dad to return me."

Max chuckled. "I was so right for that." 

"Yeah. But what you don't remember is that Dad took me out for the day to show the Institute. Not even 20 minutes later, you were wailing like crazy because you thought I was actually gone. You kept on shouting, 'I want Rafe back. I want Rafe back'."

"That never happened."

Rafael took out a camera from his drawer. "Bapak recorded the whole thing. So here are your receipts Blue."

"I hate you all," Max whines but turns on the camera and plays the video.  

They laugh at Max's wailing and Bapak's snickering behind the camera. 

And suddenly Rafael misses his parents even though they are in the next room. 

"Come on, I think we've done enough sulking for the day. It's time for some cuddles." He said. 

They walked to Bapak and Dad's room and knocked.

"Come in"

Bapak is sitting with his back to the headboard with dad's head on his lap. 

"Hey, I thought you were asleep. You need something?" Dad asked softly.

You. Rafael wanted to say, but something stopped him.

He has done this a million times. He still sleeps in his parents' room once every other week.

But he does that because he wants to.

Right now, Rafael needs it. 

And that difference made it so much harder to get the words out. 

Rafael felt a gentle hand on his back.

"Can we- can we stay with you tonight?" Max inquires.

He looked at Max, who gave him a soft smile in return. The way Bapak did. 

Dad shifts from his space in Bapak's lap and pats the bed lightly. 

Max lies down with his head in Bapak's lap, and Rafael sits close to dad and puts his head on his shoulder.

"You both okay?"

Sort of, but they nodded anyway. 

"Bapak?" Max asked.

"Hmm"

"Why is shit so hard to talk about?"

Don't ask. Don't ask. Don't ask.

Bapak and Dad exchange a look of concern with each other. 

"I don't know, sweetheart. It just is." 

"What do we do then?" Rafael questions.

Dad holds him tighter and kisses his head softly. "We try."

"And if we fail." 

Because what if he can't.

"Then we try again." 

-For myself and basic bitches like me who find it very difficult to talk. I have heard that almost 75% of problems can be solved by talking. I will not be taking this advice myself but you guys definitely should. 💚🌻

tag list: @elettralightwood @khaleesiofalicante @noah-herondale-lightwood @anarchistbitch @sociallyineptbibliophile @ahanahahaha @steven--with-a-v @delightfullyterrible @wtf-is-reality @awecwightwood @priorities-as-straight-as-alec @magnus-the-maqnificent @raziyekroos @ziorite @alexandergideonslightwood @light-bane08 (let me know if anyone wants to be added or removed)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

#these bebes will not be getting any more problems #the last part is going to be malec fluff only #magnus bane #alec lightwood #malec #keep you in my wallet #lightwood bane family #rafael lightwood bane #max lightwood bane

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

congrats on 3000! you deserve many more. your writing is amaaazing!!

can I request nathan and accidentally confessing feelings? he's probably drunk but I'll love whatever you come up with <3

Part of Youvebeenlivingfictional’s 3K Follower Celebration Thank you so much!!

Warnings: Drunkenness, sexual implications, Hamlet, cursing, Nathan™

“Guess what I did today.” You almost never can guess the answer to his slurred goading. You find yourself tipping your head into your hand, closing your eyes, and taking in a deep breath. “What did you do today, Nathan.” “No, you have to guess.” Oh my god. You direct your gaze toward the ceiling, biting your lip. “Jerked off?” You ask dryly. “Besides that.”

You can’t help but grin, then. “Bought something you shouldn’t have?” “Yes.” “Animal, mineral, vegetable?” “I hate that, people aren’t animals.” “What a piece of work is man,” You recite as you yawn, “How noble in reason. How infinite in faculty—” “What?” “It’s Hamlet, you philistine.” “Guess.” “I mean you just implied that you bought people which is concerning—” “I bought a baseball team!” He crows through your phone. You wince, drawing it away from your face. When you lower it back to your ear, you hear him adding, “It’s a fuckin’—I mean, what else was I gonna do with that money?” “End world hunger?” “Pfft, boring.” Oh, my god. Bateman’s tipsy babbling continues, “You think if I build a stadium out here, people’ll show up? The whole…If you build it they will come, that bullshit?” “I mean—Hang on, did you get drunk and watch Field of Dreams?” “...Maybe.” Oh my god—

--

“Guess what I did today.” You yawn widely, scrubbing your hand over your eyes. “Nathan, I was asleep.” “So?” “So I answered because I thought something might be wrong.” “Well now that you’re up, guess.” You smile a little, rolling onto your side and balancing your phone against your ear before tucking your hands under your pillow. Your worry ebbs away and is replaced with the fluttering of a thousand irritating butterflies’ wings. “Mmmm…Got a new sybian?” “...No, but that’s what I’m doing tomorrow.” You snort. “Peed in the snow?” “No, that was yesterday. C’mon.” “Found a way to animate the mouth of a fleshlight?” “No, but I’m definitely doing that two days from now.” “Oh my—Just tell me?” “It’s no fun that way. C’mon, keep guessing.” “Are you going to hang up if I don’t?” “No.”

--

“I heard you were yawning through the board meeting.” “Well someone called me at three AM to tell me that he’d made progress in his work and kept me up until I guessed. Took damn near an hour.” “Who did that? He sounds like a dick.” You can’t help but smile a bit as you tip your head into your hands, scrubbing at your tired eyes. “What’re you calling me for, anyway? The sun is still up over here,” You tease. “I can call…You know, when I’m not blitzed. I mean, I have the ability.” “Clearly. You need something?” “No.” “...So…?” “I need to need something to talk to you?” “No, of course not.” “I can’t just dial my favorite executive?” “Clearly you can. You have the ability,” You tease, smiling as you rest your chin on your hand and eye your phone. You hesitate before pressing, “I’m your favorite?” “Don’t let it go to your head. Hey, what should I rename the baseball team?” “You’re not seriously going to rename the Dodgers.”

“Yeah, why not?” --

“Guess what I did today.” You roll onto your back, peering up at your ceiling. “I’m going to guess once and then hang up if I don’t get it. I need to actually sleep, Nathan.” There’s a pause on the other end of the line, then— “Do I bug you?” Your brow furrows a touch, and your eyes close as you try to parse through that. “Like…Do you bug my apartment? I know you listen to like…Everything that goes through these phones—” “No, not—” Nathan huffs on the other side, “I mean, do I piss you off, is this annoying?” You’re stunned that he’s asking at all. “I mean…I like sleeping. Sometimes these calls interrupt…That sleeping.”

“That a yes or no?” “Nathan,” You sigh, “I like talking to you—I honestly fucking love talking to you, I do. I love hearing about all of the crazy shit that you plan to do and what you buy, stuff like that. I love hearing about your days. I just…Also need sleep to function.” There’s a moment of quiet before you hear a mumble. “What?” You frown. “I love talking to you, too,” Nathan repeats, just a touch more loudly than before. Your stomach floods with warmth, and you grin, sinking back into your pillows. “Really?” You mumble sleepily. “Yeah. You’re my favorite exec, you don’t take my shit—though you do put up with my shit sometimes, you…You’re…” He goes quiet for a moment, “You’re fucking awesome.” “Nathan Bateman thinks I’m awesome. I’m going all gooey inside.” “Come on,” He groans, “I just mean that you don’t suck like other people do.” “Stop, please, my ego. Another compliment like that and my head’ll be too big for my pillow.” “I really like you.” “I really like you, too, Nate.” “No, I mean I—”

When he stops abruptly, you find yourself pushing yourself up in your bed. Your heart is rattling in your chest; your face is going hot. “...What do you mean?” You urge softly. “...Forget it.” “Nathan—” “Forget I said anythi—” “I don’t want to forget it,” You rush to admit. He goes quiet again, and you swallow thickly, adding, “Please don’t make me forget it.” He’s quiet for so long that you think he may’ve hung up. But: “Okay,” He mumbles, “Okay. Don’t forget it, then.” “...Will you say it?” “I really fucking like you,” Nathan sighs, “And I want you so bad. Fuck, I want you here. Will you come here?” “When?” “Now.” “Nate, it’s like two in the morning.” “I’ll send the jet and then the copter, you can sleep the whole trip.” “I don’t have anything packed—” “Good. I don’t want you wearing much when you’re here.” You laugh, pressing your hand over your eyes. “I’m not kidding,” Nathan adds, but he’s laughing a little, too. “Tomorrow,” You tell him, “I’ll fly out tomorrow, alright?” “Alright, I get it. You need time to pack your toothbrush.” “Uh huh. And maybe some soap.” “I’ve got soap.” “Just the toothbrush, then.” “Good. Fuck,” Nathan groans. You’re quiet for a moment. “Nate?” “Yeah. Yes.” “Promise you won’t regret this in the morning?” “I fucking swear.” “Okay. Send me the plane detail…Stuff.” “Alright. Be dressed for a hike.” “Jesus—alright.” “Good.”

--

“Guess what I did today.” It’s murmured against your shoulder blade as Nathan straddles your hips, grinding against your ass. “Mm. Fucked me?” You mumble, tipping your head back to eye Nathan. He crowds closer, brushing his lips to the corner of your lips. “And guess what I’m going tomorrow.” You grin, arching up against him and wiggling your hips. “More of the same, I hope.”

#Nathan Bateman x Reader #Nathan Bateman x You #Nathan Bateman/Reader #Nathan Bateman/You #Nathan Bateman fic #Nathan Bateman imagine #asks #replies #requests #prompts #follower celebration #3k follower celebration #youvebeenlivingfictional 3k follower celebration

[gurlbesimpin]

Please, Sang Woo being a teacher who falls in love with his student 🙏🏻

Wrong or right? <sangwoo x female reader>

Warnings: teacher's pet, slight smut, fluff, daddy kink, oral sex, handjob, public sex, unprotected sex

(I'll make a male version if requested ;))

prof.sangwoo was your biology and chemistry teacher. Great... the two subjects you suck in... in those subjects you have a hot teacher. Perfect. Every day he showed up in a gray suit dress all fancy. Did he seriously expect nobody would find him hot? you couldn't help it.. you could only imagine him kissing you, treating you like a princess. He may seem cold, but he seems like the kind of guy who is extremely sweet to his sweetheart. Maybe even the kind of guy to-

"y/n?! are you listening?" Your eyes sprung open.

"uhh yes prof.sangwoo" "then rehearse what I just said." he stated. You were silent. "my office 5pm" he said whilst letting out a loud sigh.

"Anyway. Can anyone repeat what I said?" he asked the class. Nobody could fulfill his requests. "the damn periodic table! did anyone listen?" he asked. Wait... the periodic table? *you raise your hand* "y/n" he said nearly giving up completely.

"the periodic table in a list of all the elements such as water, gas etc" you said confidently. "yes. godamn it!" he said. "is y/n the only person who knows anything?" he asked.

After handing out sheets to work on, he came up to you. "good job earlier. All these 19 year old are useless... seriously." he said whilst rubbing your shoulder a bit. he was about to leave but "prof.sangwoo?" you asked. He came back towards you. Now he was directly in front of you leaning over the table. "yes y/n?" he asked with a smile. He stared deep into your eyes. "thank you... nobody ever compliments me..." you said in a shy tone.

"fuck why is y/n so damn sweet and... good looking?"

he thought. "you're welcome y/n. I've been seeing you getting distracted a lot lately. As I stated, i'd like to talk to you around 5 pm in my office alright?" you nodded. *bell ring*

"is it already 12.15?" sangwoo looked at his clock. indeed it was already 12.15. "well then.. see you tomorrow" he said. They still had three hours of school left. Two of them being math and one PE.

Sangwoo walked over to the chalkboard and started to clean it before turning around slightly and seeing y/n leave.

"fuck.. i love y/n.. why is she so sweet... i can't no... no. forget it"

he whispered to himself. Before taking off his glasses and aqusting his black hair.

On your way to his office

Walking through the long halls of your school alone was quite intimidating. When you looked out one of the large windows. There he was.... prof.sangwoo smoking a cigarette.

"damn he looks so" your thoughts were cut short before he saw you. He stared at you for a seconds before gesturing you to come outside. shit. You walking down the hall a little more until you arrived at the door and pushed it open. "come here y/n" he shouted. You walked towards him. he turned to look at you. Now you were directly next to him. "i..is anything wrong sir?" you asked. "no. maybe it's nicer talking outside." he said. He looked over at you for a brief second. He took a deep breath acting annoyed even if he isn't. "take one" he said whilst holding up his pack of cigarettes. "how do you kn-" "I saw you smoke multiple times. Just didn't say anything about it" he said with an ironic smirk. You slowly raised your hand to take a cigarette from your teacher. He looked down at you grabbing it. "smooth hands..." he thought to himself. He held over his lighter and lit your cigarette. "so.. I've been watching you for awhile. something is going on. you're so... distracted all the damn time." he said whilst taking a draw from his cigarette. "well... yes. but today I said something" you said in a shy tone. "and I appreciate that. But something has to be wrong. tell me"

He said. "I...-" you paused. He looked over at you and stared you up and down. "what are you doing?" you asked with a slight smirk.

he wrapped his arm around your back and pulled you close directly next to him. "tell me what's going on" you blushed and he saw that. "you answer me" you replied. He just looked back at you with a shocked expression. "excuse me?" he said. "yeah. please answer." you said while resting your hand on his thigh. He fake coughed as if nothing was going on. He threw his cigarette on the ground and extinguished it with his foot. He then proceeded to lay his hand on yours. his other hand still on your shoulder. "come with me" he said before removing his hands from you. However, you didn't walk towards the school. No. But towards the parking lot until you arrived at his car. It was a black hyundai. He opened the back door for you. you got in and scooted over. He got in at front and buckled up. "where do you live?" he asked. "what?" "I'm taking you home. I won't let you walk home in these freezing temperatures." he said. "i'd much rather stay in here for a minute." you replied. he turned around and looked at you.

Then smiled. "fine" he said before turning back away from you. You sighed. "should i be honest?" you asked him. You heard him chuckle a bit. "no need anymore. i know whats going on." You were confused.

"what do you mean sir?" you asked.

"don't play dumb. i hate that. i know you like me" he said with a mirk you could see in the review mirror. "uh.. what?" you asked. He was right but you were still confused.

"i just wanted to see if you'd admit it. I knew this for a while. you keep staring at me, act extremely shy around me but are full of personality towards anyone else. And your action earlier...-" "i...I'm sorry sir" you interrupted. "first off, don'T interrupt me" he said with another smirk.

You nodded.

"second off, don't apologize." He said before crawling over to you in the back. Now he sat there directly next to you. He put his hand on your shoulder then leaned in and whispered into your ear: "I'm not mad. why would i be? i appreciate it lovely" he said brushing some hair out of your face. You couldn't take it anymore. You just turned towards him and pulled him in for a kiss. He didn't fend it off. The two of you shared a heartwarming kiss. He slowly put his hands on your chest unbuttoning your shirt. "tell me to stop if you like" he whispered into your mouth. "no" you replied. He continued before he slowly took your shirt off. You did the same slowly taking off his jacket and then unbuttoning his shirt. "I'll keep you my dirty little secret" he whispered.

(lol if you had an emo phase you know what song I'm hinting at)

You nodded slightly before he continued to move down your neck scattering kisses across it. You moaned quietly. He liked that. you could tell. after a few seconds you were both topless facing each other. He moved back a little helping you lie down in front of him. You were only wearing shorts and underwear now. He was still wearing his jeans but you could see his raging boner. This turned you on like crazy. He moved his hands across your chest before moving down to unbutton your shorts, then pulling them down with your underwear.

Now you were completely nude in front of him. He smirked at the sight. He moved his hand towards your thighs and slowly opened them. He slowly leaned in and scattered kisses across your thighs before moving up towards your pussy. He paused to look up at you smiling wide. he responded with a grin before sinking his tongue into your core. You instinctively moved your hips up and gripped his hair while moaning his name. You them became silent. Embarrassed of you actions. "don't feel embarrassed. I want to hear your pretty moans" he said against your thigh before diving back in. Your grip on his scalp and hair became stronger and you moaned again.

"fuck... come here" you whined. You wanted him now.

"damn she's a real freak... iv'e been waiting years for this" he thought. He slowly crawled on top of you and kissed your lips. You moved your hand across his bare chest, then towards his hard dick. It was clearly visible through his jeans. you started to rub it and your action were rewarded with a deep groan from him. "fuck... y/n" he moaned into your ear. "please prof.sangwoo, fuck me" you whispered. He groaned at the request. He removed your hand from his dick so he could take his pants and boxers off. He unbuckled his belt and kicked his jeans off. Now his large erection was visible to you. "fuck...." you whispered. He chuckled. He leaned directly over you and lined himself up with your entrance. "ready?" he asked in a wicked tone. His eyes full of sin and lust. You nodded. "please" you whined. He obliged and slowly entered you. You wrapped your arms around his back and moaned loudly. So did he "fuck... y/n your so tight.." he moaned. He kept a steady and slow pace in the beginning. "p..please harder" you whined. he didn't speed up but trusted harder just as requested. "fuck" you moaned into his shoulder. You looked at his face. He had a droopy smile and lustful eyes staring into your soul whilst fucking you. "fuck..." he whined quietly. he moved one of his hands towards your clit and started massaging it. Sending you into a spiral of pleasure. He knew you won't last long anymore. And he was damn right. After about a minute you whined: "i..i'm coming"

He smiled at that as he continued to fuck you. A few seconds later, and his thrust getting sloppier, you felt yourself reaching your orgasm. You cried out and moaned his name out loud. He groaned at this. He fucked you through your orgasm before pulling out. You looked confused but as he sat down next to you, he gestured you to come over. You sat up and laid down on your stomach facing his dick.

You looked up before taking in the tip. His head fell back and he let out a groan. His hand moved up your back and then laid on your head before gripping your hair and forcing you down. You nearly choked but managed not to. He moved your head up and down his cock slowly. You could feel his dick twitch a little. after only a minute or two he removed his hand from your scalp and let you take control. And you did. In a slow pace you moved up and down his cock. Shortly after his instincts kick in and he involuntarily starts thrusting.

"fuck..i'm-" he can't finish his words before he takes a deep breath and becomes a groaning and moaning mess and he lets out his warm load in your mouth. after his orgasm, you remove yourself from him and he lifts up your chin. You swallow. He smirks. "good girl" he says before putting his clothes back on and handing you your clothes. "now seriously. where do you live? time for you to go home"

He says giving you a slight kiss on the cheek.

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[helloalycia]

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

summary: taking Wanda to meet your parents wasn't the best decision in hindsight...

warning/s: none i don't think?

author's note: i’m not sure what to say other than sorry in advance oops

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The restaurant my parents chose wasn't too flashy but rather comforting and homely, with an Italian theme and matching cuisine. It was bustling with people, but it didn't take long for Wanda and I to find my parents sat at the back waiting for us.

"You gonna be okay?" I asked, glancing at her with a comforting squeeze of the hand.

"I've got you, haven't I?" she asked playfully, her accent thicker than usual as she spoke. And though she was joking, I knew there was truth to her words which sent the butterflies in my stomach into a frenzy.

"You're cute," I said with adoration, appreciating how lovely her eyes looked in the dimly-lit restaurant. "Come on."

Hand in hand, we approached my parents' table and I had hopes that tonight would go well. My parents weren't exactly intimidating – at least anyone I'd ever known hadn't got that impression – but I still worried for Wanda. Unlike her, I couldn't read minds, so I couldn't tell if she was actually looking forward to tonight or if she was just doing it for me.

"Y/N, you're here!" my mum exclaimed with a grin when she spotted me.

"I am," I said with a nervous smile, before motioning to Wanda. "And so is Wanda, my girlfriend."

"Yes, Y/N mentioned you would be coming," my mum said with a friendly smile, looking to Wanda, before motioning to the table. "Please, sit, sit."

I squeezed Wanda's hand gently before pulling out a chair for her. She smiled at me appreciatively before I took a seat beside her, facing my parents.

"It's nice to finally meet you, Wanda," my dad said with a nod. "Y/N mentioned you plenty of times when we'd call to catch up with her."

"You, too," Wanda spoke politely. "Both of you. Y/N told me that you're travelling the world, is that right?"

I leaned on my hand and glanced at Wanda, who shot me a mischievous smile. Quirking a brow, I mentally applauded her. Getting my parents to talk about their travels was an easy way of bonding with them – they would tell every server and customer in this restaurant about their travelling if they could. She'd cracked them instantly.

I'm just that good, milashka (cutie).

Trying not to laugh as her words echoed in my mind because of her powers, I leaned back into my seat and listened in as my parents went into a ramble about their ongoing adventures. This was pretty much how the rest of the evening went, as the four of us dined on expensive wine and delicious pizza. They seemed to be getting along well, with Wanda asking all the right questions and giving them her picture-perfect smile that impressed all the elders. Heck, she was even impressing me.

Naively, I appreciated how well the evening was going until my parents decided to talk to Wanda about her career.

"So, Y/N mentioned you're one of those Revengers," my mum remembered as we ate.

"Avengers," I corrected her, mildly embarrassed.

Wanda chuckled, glancing at me, before nodding. "Yes, I am. For over a year now, I've been working with them."

"Them being Iron Man, Captain America, the Black Widow...?" my dad asked, looking up as if trying to remember the rest, further embarrassing me.

"Those are the ones," Wanda quipped with a nod.

My mum hummed in response as my dad nodded before leaning back in his seat and eyeing Wanda curiously.

"I can't imagine your job is the safest," he began. "You protect people from threats, right? Keep them safe."

Wanda seemed caught off guard, but recovered quickly. "It's got it's... dangers, yes. But I can handle myself. I've got powers and I know how to use them."

"You do," my dad agreed, before his eyes flickered to me briefly. "But Y/N doesn't. She's just a regular human."

I set my fork down on my plate and looked to him calmly. "Dad, what are you saying?"

"No, it's fine," Wanda said reassuringly, resting her hand on my leg under the table. I grabbed it and held it as she continued to speak to my father. "Y/N doesn't have powers, you are correct."

"And dating an Avenger, I can imagine, must put a huge target on her back," he said with concern, and my mum nodded in agreement. "How can we be certain that she is safe?"

"Dad!"

"Your father is right, Y/N," my mum said, giving me a look, before her expression softened as she looked to a startled Wanda. "We're not implying that you're incapable, Wanda. We can clearly see that you care about our daughter. And you're a lovely person. You're pretty much perfect."

Wanda swallowed hard. "But?"

My mother frowned. "But dating you is bound to put our Y/N in danger. She could get hurt just for being involved with you, with your friends. She doesn't have powers to protect herself. And I can't imagine you're around her all the time to keep her safe."

As angry as I was at my parents for saying this stuff – even if they were saying it out of love – memories of the incident flashed to mind. They were right, but it was a risk I'd accepted when dating Wanda. What good was it doing by bringing this up now?

Noticing Wanda's silence, I spoke up instead. "I appreciate your concern, guys, but I'm an adult. I understand the danger I may be put in by being with Wanda. But I love her and I know that she is here for me if anything were to ever happen."

"We know," my father said, giving me a small nod. "We just thought we'd share our opinion anyway. It's been weighing on us for a while is all."

I sighed quietly. I couldn't exactly fault them for that.

"Anyway, never mind that," my mum said, setting down her fork. "Now that we've got that out the way, let's order some dessert, yeah? Our treat."

Nodding, I let my parents get excited as they perused the dessert menus before them. Instead, I looked to the quiet brunette beside me and saw how lost in thought she was, eyes focused on the table and stuck in a daydream.

With the hand that was holding hers, I patted her hand with my thumb to earn her attention. She looked up suddenly, questioning gaze falling to me. I frowned and quirked a brow, wondering if she was okay. She forced a smile my way, squeezing my hand reassuringly, but I didn't believe her. I also couldn't question it right in front of my parents, so I decided to speak with her later.

Dessert went by quickly as Wanda, suddenly, wasn't very talkative. I didn't know if my parents noticed, but I sure did and I felt extremely guilty. If I had known of my parents' concerns, I never would have brought Wanda to meet them tonight.

After the evening came to a close and we all stepped out of the restaurant, I expected to be going home with my parents since we lived together, but they claimed they had more plans together tonight.

"Wow, you guys have more of a social life than we do," I joked when they told me to make my own way home.

Wanda barely smiled and I felt bad.

"We'll be back in a few hours," my mum promised, before pulling me in for a hug. "Tonight was fun. A great final night before we leave tomorrow."

I returned the hug and as I gave my dad one, I heard Wanda thanking my mum for the lovely evening halfheartedly. After saying our final goodbyes, Wanda led me to her car in silence, giving me time to try and put some jumbled thoughts together coherently.

As she had been for the past hour, Wanda was quiet on the drive back to my place. Whenever I would glance in her direction, she'd be chewing on her lip and focusing on driving, though the blank expression on her face made me think that maybe she was distracted. It didn't take a genius to know she was thinking about my parents' words and I suddenly felt guilty for putting that all on her.

"I'm sorry," I blurted halfway through the journey. "I'm sorry for what they said. It wasn't fair of them, I know that. They just... they meant well, Wanda, they really did." I tucked my hands under my thighs, wincing as their words echoed in my mind. "It doesn't change anything though, y'know? We're still us. We're still okay. I don't want you to feel like anything's changed because it hasn't."

I paused, swallowing hard, and glanced her way. She didn't even look my way, still in the same position as she was before I started to speak. Looking back to the road ahead, I let out a disappointed sigh, figuring she wasn't in a talking mood. I didn't blame her, but I hoped she would have understood what I meant.

The remainder of the drive was like this, Wanda deep in thought and me huddled under an imaginary blanket of guilt. When we finally reached my house, she turned the engine off and I waited for her to say something, literally anything. Her fingers drummed against the steering wheel mindlessly and I figured she was out of words for tonight.

"I'll ring you in the morning," I mumbled quietly, opening the car door. "If you want to speak, that is."

Leaving her there, I grabbed my bag and headed to the front door, but stopped when I heard her get out the car, too. Waiting, I turned around and watched as she approached me, eyebrows knitted in thought.

"Please say something," I said with pleading eyes.

She licked her lips, biting her lower lip so hard I'm surprised she didn't draw blood. Finally, she released it and looked to me with apologetic eyes.

"Your parents were right," she said.

I blinked with confusion. "What?"

She nodded, looking down at her shoes momentarily. "They were right, what they said. My life puts you in danger."

"Yeah, I know," I agreed, crossing my arms. "I knew that when I got with you, but that doesn't change anything."

She gave a disbelieving smile. "Seriously? Y/N, that changes everything."

"No, it doesn't," I told her sternly, growing frustrated. "This is the stuff you sacrifice when you love someone."

She sighed, shaking her head and looking away. "You shouldn't have to."

"But I chose to," I said, clenching my jaw.

"Don't you remember what happened last time?" she asked, stepping forward and holding my hand. "The incident?"

"We said we wouldn't talk about that," I reminded her with a low voice.

"But you remember, right? When they took you and I wasn't there? They could've hurt you!"

"Shut up!" I told her, raising my voice. Pulling my hand away from hers and taking a step back, I continued, "Why are you saying that? You came! You helped me!"

"But what if they did something to you before I got there?" she snapped. "What if I hadn't got to you on time?"

The memories came spilling into my mind, escaping the locked box I kept them in. Tears burned the corner of my eyes as I tried to think about anything else.

"You remember how scared you were?" Wanda asked, frowning at me with exasperated eyes. "You couldn't be by yourself for weeks!"

"Why are you doing this?!" I yelled, clenching my fists. "Why are you trying to frighten me?!"

"Because you should be frightened!" she retorted, stepping closer to me. Her dark green eyes were swirling storms of rage as she added, "It could happen again!"

I shoved her away from me, pinching the bridge of my nose with annoyance. Tears slipped from my eyes at the terrifying memory of what happened, what could have gone wrong, but I ignored them as I swallowed down the lump in my throat. Why the hell was she acting like this? Making me so angry at her for no reason?

"It's not even just that," she continued, jaw tensed. "How many times do I get hurt because of work and you get worried?"

"That's because I care about you," I muttered through stinging eyes.

"This will always be my life," she said, a hint of regret in her words as she looked to me. "I can't change it."

"I'm not asking you to!"

"Exactly! You're not! Which means you'll suck it up and stay with me and will live your life in constant concern for my well-being. It's not right."

I opened my mouth to respond because what she was saying was entirely stupid. But my emotions got the better of me and no words came out. Instead, my bottom lip quivered as I sucked up a breath.

"I need time to think," she suddenly said, anger disappearing from her voice and being replaced with an astute calmness.

My gaze snapped her way and through blurry vision, I watched her step back with her hands on her hips.

"So you can what – think about breaking up with me?" I said bitterly, and despite my anger, I didn't expect her to look at me with a softened expression, meaning my words were correct.

"Maybe it's better that way, Y/N," she said gently, eyes meeting mine.

I squeezed my hands together and tried to breathe through the pent-up anger that she'd caused, but the longer she stared at me, waiting for a response, the more I wanted to explode.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I muttered, scrunching my eyebrows together.

She pressed her lips together, looking away, and it only pissed me off more.

"Are you fucking kidding me, Wanda?!" I yelled. "You're quitting on our relationship because, what, you think I'm in danger? Well, news flash, honey, the worst already happened and I'm still here!"

She barely flinched as she avoided my eyes.

"You're a fucking coward!" I said, pointing at her. "If you needed an excuse to end things, you could have just said so!"

Breathing out, I wiped my tears away shakily. I expected her to argue back, to realise she'd made a mistake and regretted her words, but as I waited, I knew she was certain of her decision.

"Fine," I settled, brimming with rage. "Fuck off, Wanda."

Still, nothing.

Turning on my heel, I stormed to my front door and went through my keys with difficulty, hands shaking with anger. I heard Wanda's car door shut from behind me but didn't bother turning around. I clearly didn't need to as I heard the tyres screech against the road and knew she was gone.

Kicking my door with frustration, I found the key and opened up before heading inside and slamming the door behind me. How dare she break up with me because of something that I chose off my own back! She just gave up like we meant nothing to her, not even bothering to talk things out with me! And selfishly, she left me feeling pissed and resenting her more than I ever thought I would.

"What a bitch!" I shouted into the empty house, throwing my keys to the side harshly.

When they clinked against glass, I looked up and saw the vase of flowers Wanda had given me before dinner.

"The first and fucking last," I said dryly, before grabbing ahold of it and throwing it against the wall without thinking.

The glass shattered on impact, leaving a mess of water, flowers and small shards on the wooden floor. I looked at it, the brokenness resembling how my heart felt. As the adrenaline of my actions and previous angry words wore off, all that was left was hurt and pain and oh God, Wanda was gone. She'd left me. She'd given up.

I sank to the floor, pulling my legs up to my chest, and hugged them tightly. Stifling my cries, I dug myself into my knees and felt a pain in my heart. Why didn't she fight for us? Did she not love me enough? Was I not enough?

—

"You ignored the memes I sent you, I thought you died."

As Natasha pushed right past me and into my house, I blinked with disbelief.

"Sure, come right in," I mumbled sarcastically, closing the front door.

Following after Natasha, I found her making herself at home in the living room, plonking herself on the couch and pulling her feet up comfortably.

"You could have sent an emoji or something," she continued, giving me a knowing look. "They were some good memes."

"Well, forgive me if I wasn't in the mood," I said sourly, joining her on the couch.

Her playful smile faded as she picked up on my words. "How are you doing, sweetie?"

I ran a hand through my hair and leaned my elbow on the back of the couch, getting comfortable. It had been two weeks since Wanda broke up with me and in those two weeks, I hadn't been doing particularly well. I guess you could say I was still in a slump. A horrible, tiresome, angry, sadness-filled slump.

"I'm fine."

She pursed her lips, looking like she wanted to argue, but thankfully, she didn't. I was glad – the last thing I wanted was to prove that I was okay when, really, all I wanted to do was curl in a ball and suffocate under my duvet.

"I'm sorry," she said, resting her hand on mine. "If it's any consolation, I think Wanda made a huge mistake."

"Ah, so she told you," I said with a nod of realisation. I hadn't told Natasha the specifics of why we broke up, but clearly Wanda did. I guess it made sense – they were teammates. If anything, I was surprised Natasha still wanted to speak to me, instead expecting her to side with her friend.

"She did," Natasha answered. "And I think she's an idiot, but that's not my business. I just came here to make sure you were okay."

"Really? I thought you wanted to show me the memes," I said jokingly, trying to lighten the mood with a small smile.

She chuckled, slapping my hand gently. "That, too... but seriously."

My smile faded as I looked down, my finger playing with my trousers distractedly. "I'm not okay, but I'll get there." I began to glare at my trousers, my anger for the witch returning. "I have to be. Because she doesn't want me anymore... fuck her."

"I'd rather not," Natasha mumbled.

Though my anger was present, making me tense like it had been the last few weeks, I couldn't help but smile at Natasha's words. Then laughter bubbled from my lips and for the first time since Wanda left, I felt momentarily happy.

"I'm glad we can still be friends," Natasha said, making me look to her with a smile. "I know that you and Wanda are over now... but I still like hanging out with you."

"Me, too," I said in agreement. "Thanks for coming to check in. You didn't have to."

"Yeah, I did." She nodded before offering me a small, encouraging smile. "You're gonna be okay, y'know."

I wanted to believe her, but despite how pissed I was at Wanda, I still loved her. And I couldn't imagine stopping, though I knew I'd have to if I was to make it through this.

—

Getting over Wanda was a difficult process. Everything I felt was a mixture of resentment, exhaustion and misery because I missed her. I missed being able to call her when I saw somebody do something stupid in public; I missed kissing her when I hadn't seen her in a long time; I missed hearing her adorable accent first thing when I woke up after she spent the night; I missed her.

Two months followed the breakup and the only time I'd see her was when she'd dodge Anna's apartment upon knowing I was going to take care of her. I guess I was glad in that sense, as it meant I wouldn't have to deal with her awkwardly. But it also made me feel like shit because it meant she didn't care about me at all. Clearly our breakup wasn't affecting her like it did with me.

And it was definitely affecting me.

I was scrolling through Instagram one day when I saw a particular post on my feed from Natasha's account. Yeah, one of the Avengers had a private Instagram account. She gave me her username when she saw me on it one day and I remember being so confused to how she had it.

"I'm an Avenger, not a hermit," was her response, and from that day onwards, we followed each other.

So, I saw a post on her Instagram and it was some goofy photo of her, Tony, Bruce and Wanda. They were posing with exaggerated smiles as Natasha grinned up front; the caption said something about working long days, but I wasn't paying much attention as, naturally, my gaze fell to Wanda.

Just like everyone else, she had a playful, exaggerated smile on her lips like nothing kept her down, but what stood out was the sling around her arm and the cast underneath. It must have happened in a mission or something and it wasn't my business, but I couldn't help but worry. Was she okay? Was she looking after herself? I wanted to text Natasha and ask, but I stopped myself.

She'd broken up with me for this very reason. I wasn't agreeing with it, but for a second, I did see why she'd made her point. It still wasn't fair though. She didn't get to make that choice for me.

We weren't together anymore, I reminded myself. She broke up with me. It had been two months and I needed to let go. If she didn't care about me, why should I waste my time and energy caring about her?

Not letting it get to me anymore, I simply liked the post before continuing my scrolling. Though I knew that deep down, her face was imprinted in my mind and I still worried for her well-being.

—

The fourth month following our breakup was when I properly saw Wanda again, excluding the times she would duck out of Anna's apartment upon my arrival to care for her. It was also the first time since the breakup that Wanda made the effort to speak to me.

I was sat eating dinner on my day off when I got a call from the hospital nearby, interrupting my meal. The nurse was explaining how Anna had fallen over and hurt her back and was now in a hospital room. She was calling me because she thought I'd like to know since I was her registered nurse and carer. I was glad to get the call, immediately pulling my shoes and coat on and rushing over there to make sure she was okay. She didn't have anyone else apart from Wanda and I – it was no question I had to go.

Though, of course, I didn't really think about the fact that Wanda may be there until I saw her there. I also didn't consider the fact that I was wearing my pyjamas when I stepped in the lift and headed to Anna's floor. Too late now.

After asking the receptionist where Anna's room was, I found Wanda hanging around it outside the door. With only Anna on my mind, I approached her and tried to hide my panic. She spotted me instantly, stopping her pacing and looking to me with tired eyes and a frown on her face.

I didn't care that she looked worried, nor that she was holding up well since we last spoke in anger. I didn't care that she'd dyed her hair a reddish-brown colour, nor that she managed to pull off both that and the whole 'loungewear' look in a place surrounded by blinding white and blue. I didn't care that my heart ached when her green eyes found mine, nor that I missed seeing her so close and not in my dreams for once. I didn't care about any of it. Or, at least, I tried to tell myself that.

"What happened?" I cut straight to the point, stopping in front of her. "Is Anna okay?"

Wanda nodded instantly. "She's fine. She tripped over her dining room chair and hurt her back. The doctors just checked her out and said it's nothing too serious, but she won't be able to walk for a while."

I pressed my lips together, feeling the panic wear off at the sound of good news. Anna had always been more than just a patient to me and the last thing I wanted was to hear she'd hurt herself badly.

"Can I see her?" I asked Wanda, quirking a brow.

"Yeah, of course," Wanda said, before looking away awkwardly. "I was just waiting out here for you. The nurse said you were coming."

I chose to say nothing as I walked past her and into Anna's room, seeing the older woman laying on a hospital bed and staring at the ceiling. When she noticed my presence, she smiled at me and motioned for me to join her side.

"It's so good to see you, milaya (sweetie)," she said happily, as I stopped by her side, "but you didn't have to come! I'm not dying."

I heard Wanda enter the room behind me, but she took a seat on the chairs opposite the bed. Ignoring her, I smiled down at Anna and grabbed her hand.

"Don't say that," I told her gently. "Of course I'm here. You're my number one priority. I had to make sure you were okay!"

Anna waved her hand in typical Anna fashion. "I've suffered worse. I'm absolutely fine."

I knew it was best not to question her, so I didn't.

"I'm glad you're both here," she said, looking between Wanda and I, making me swallow awkwardly.

Since breaking up, I hadn't mentioned it to Anna, but she wasn't stupid and she'd clearly noticed that we weren't spending time together anymore. I didn't know if Wanda had told her, but if she had, Anna never mentioned anything. Like now, she simply looked between us both with a grateful smile, unaware of how awkward we felt.

Thankfully, the awkward silence was interrupted when a doctor walked in the room. After introducing herself, I asked if I could speak to her outside about Anna and she happily obliged. She told me about Anna's condition and how it would affect the way I cared for her, especially regarding her new medication, and I asked anything and everything to make sure she was truly okay. After being reassured that she was, I thanked the doctor and returned to Anna's room, only to find Wanda and Anna in a heated a argument.

I couldn't tell what had got them so fussy as they were bickering in Russian, sentences too fast for me to comprehend with my limited knowledge of the language. It got to a point where Anna began slapping Wanda on the arm, looking angrier than ever, so I stepped between them and pulled Wanda away.

"What the hell is going on here?" I interrupted, holding Anna's slapping hand down to the bed and raising a hand to keep Wanda at bay. I looked between them, seeing the frustration in both their expressions, and asked questioningly, "Well?"

Wanda said nothing, eyes avoiding mine as usual, so I looked down to Anna who was glancing between us before spouting off into another ramble in Russian, trying to grab Wanda so she could yell at her directly. To my annoyance, Wanda tried to push past me, yelling back, and I was unfortunately caught in the middle as I attempted to keep them from ripping each other's throats out.

Thankfully, their bickering came to a halt when an unknown voice called into the room: "What is going on in here?"

I looked to the door, following the mystery voice, and saw a young woman, maybe in her thirties, standing in the doorway and looking between the three of us with confusion. I had no idea who she was, though she seemed familiar. Judging from the confusion Wanda had, she didn't seem to know either.

"Sasha," Anna breathed out with surprise, and then I realised. That was Anna's granddaughter. "What are you doing here?"

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff imagine #elizabeth olsen #scarlet witch #wanda maximoff #marvel #mcu #marvel imagine #mcu imagine

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COSMIC - S1:E2; Chapter Two, The Weirdo On Maple Street - [Pt. 1]

A Will Byers x Male!Reader Series

𝘠/𝘯, 𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘢𝘴, 𝘋𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘔𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯.

|| 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ||

The booming clap of thunder and the steady drumming of rain hitting the windows can be heard. The poor girl sat before us, shaking, her breath heavy and ragged. She was now wearing Mike's jacket; he had given it to her when we found her shivering in the rain. The four of us stood in front of her, gazing at her in awe and bewilderment. Lucas and Mike were to my right, Dustin on my left. Mike finally broke the silence.

"Is there a number we can call for your parents?"

"Where's your hair? Do you have cancer?"

"Dustin," I warn. Although, I'd be lying if I said it hadn't crossed my mind.

Before I can stop them, the boys continue to ask her all sorts of questions without even giving her a chance to answer.

"Did you run away?"

"Are you in some kind of trouble?"

"Is that blood?" Lucas slowly extends his arm towards the girl's face; before I can stop him, Mike beats me to it and smacks his arm away.

"Stop it! You're freaking her out!"

"She's freaking me out!"

"I bet she's deaf." Dustin then turns to look at the girl and quickly claps his hands in her face and she flinches back, clearly even more frightened, if that is at all possible.

"Not deaf." He says weakly, shrugging his shoulders.

I draw the line there. "Dustin, seriously? Do you not hear yourself? How would you feel in her position, huh?"

"Y/n's right, okay? Enough, both of you." Mike defended me and looked to Dustin and Lucas as he spoke. "She's just scared and cold." He pointed in the girl's direction as he said this.

Hearing him say that made me realize she was still in nothing but a soaking wet t-shirt and Mike's jacket. I turn to Mike. "We should probably get her some fresh clothes. Do you have any down here?" I ask.

Mike nods and heads towards a laundry basket across the room. I look back at the girl and I see her close her eyes and flinch, shrinking into herself a little as another clap of thunder boomed from outside. I cautiously took a step around to the side of the coffee table and took a seat on the edge so I was near her eye level but not so close I was invading her space.

"Hey, it's okay," I try, my voice gentle. "It's just thunder. You're gonna be okay. You're safe now."

I send her a warm, reassuring smile. She says nothing, but I swear I see gratitude in her eyes.

Mike returns with some fresh clothes.

"Here, these are clean. Okay?" She cautiously takes the clothes from him and looks at them. After a moment she brings them to her face and softly rubs them on her cheek. My sympathy for her grows stronger, who knows how long it has been since she's had a proper set of clothes. She sets them aside and shrugs Mike's jacket off of her shoulders. She rises to her feet, reaching for the bottom of the t-shirt she was wearing, clearly about to undress in front of us.

"No, no, no!" We all yell.

I jump to my feet in surprise, ripping my gaze away in panic while also attempting to reach for her hands to keep them in place. Mike tries to do the same, but he's a bit more shaken up. Meanwhile, Dustin and Lucas began freaking out, their heads turned so as to not see anything. Dustin could not stop saying, "Oh, my God!"

"See over there?" Mike points to the bathroom just across the room. "That's the bathroom. Privacy. Get it?" He asks. The girl looks ashamed and confused. She looks to the bathroom and then to me, her eyes pleading. I can tell she's afraid to be alone. I take a quick, deep breath and look at her. "You... want me in there with you?" I ask gently.

She nods and we are all surprised to hear her speak. "Yes."

"Really? Umm," I look to the guys in shock who all wear the same expression as the scene unfolds. Panicking, but also realizing by now she doesn't understand why I would be, I look back to her only to find fear in her eyes and I feel a wave of guilt. A sigh escapes and I nod. "Yeah, uh, okay. I can do that, but, you're still gonna need some privacy, okay?" I grab her clothes off the couch and I lead her to the bathroom and she looks around in curiosity.

I gesture around the bathroom awkwardly, not really knowing what to do.

"Here, I'm not gonna look, but we should close this so they don't accidentally see anything. Okay?" I gesture to the door.

Panic flooded her features, and for the first time since we found her she wore an expression of absolute certainty, speaking for the second time tonight. "No."

"Hey, its okay, it's just so that you can change in privacy. You know, so they don't accidentally see you changing? How about we close it most of the way? That way you have privacy, but you know you can still get out. Does that sound good?" She hesitates then nods her head slightly. I push the door in so it's cracked open.

I handed her Mike's spare set of clothes, doing my best to offer a small smile. "Alright, here you go,"

For a moment I think, just maybe it's okay to slip out and let her change. But then I see the look in here eyes, and it hits truly me why it's so important to her someone stays.

My smile feels a little more genuine now and it almost seems to put her at ease, just a little. "Don't worry, I'll stay."

I cross over to the other side of the bathroom, taking a seat on the closed lid of the toilet with my back turned to her. For extra measure, I even clamped my hand over my eyes, still trying to figure out my day took such a weird turn. I can her start to move around and figure she's started changing, and briefly I think of how scared she looked when the thunder rumbled.

It reminded me of how bad thunder used to scare me as kid; like really bad, and how Mom helped me through it. Even kept me company until I fell asleep, and it all made a little more sense why she asked me. It was the same reason I recognized the look in her eyes almost at once; Anxiety and genuine fear. Like I did when I was a kid, I needed that company around just to know I wasn't alone.

It only makes my mind race with a million different questions but, they're all silenced when I hear voices coming from the other room.

"This is mental." It was Dustin.

"At least she can talk." Mike defended.

"She said 'no' and 'yes.' Your three-year-old sister says more." Lucas counters. I bite my lip, trying not to yell at Lucas. If he heard her say 'no' to me from the bathroom, that obviously means that we can hear him. As much as I love those guys, they can be really insensitive.

"She tried to get naked." Dustin argued."She brought Y/n in there with her!"

I can feel my face heat up and I wish I could melt into a puddle where I sit. At least that way they could just flush me and be done with it.

"It's not like that! She's just scared," Mike defended.

"There's something seriously wrong with her. Like, wrong in the head." Said Lucas.

"She, just went like..." and then I could barely make out the muffled sound of something falling.

"I bet she escaped from Pennhurst."

"From where?" Mike sounded just as exasperated as I was feeling.

"The nuthouse in Kerley County."

"You got a lot of family there?"

"Bite me."

"Seriously though, think about it. That would explain her shaved hair and why she's so crazy."

"Why she went like..."

"She's an escapee is the point. She's probably a psycho."

"Like Michael Myers."

"Exactly! We should've never brought her here."

"So you just wanted to leave her out in that storm?"

"Yes! We went out to find Will, not another problem."

"I think we should tell your mom." Dustin offers.

"I second that."

"Who's crazy now?"

"How is that crazy?"

"'Cause, we weren't supposed to be out tonight, remember?"

"So?"

"So if I tell my mom and she tells your mom and your mom..."

"Oh, man."

"Our houses become Alcatraz."

"Exactly. We'll never find Will."

There's a brief silence, and I think about everything I just heard. Mike had a pretty good point. And I don't blame Lucas for being skeptical, I just wish he wouldn't be so harsh sometimes. If I can hear their conversation, that means she can. I can't imagine what she must be going through right now.

"All right, here's the plan. She sleeps here tonight."

"You're letting a girl --"

"Just listen! In the morning, she sneaks around my house, goes to the front door and rings my doorbell. My mom will answer and know exactly what to do. She'll send her back to Pennhurst or wherever she comes from. We'll be totally in the clear. And tomorrow night, we go back out. And this time, we find Will."

I feel a light tap on my shoulder and I turn around to see the girl had changed. She had sad look on her face and I don't blame her at all.

"Feeling better?" I ask. She meets my eyes for a brief moment and nods, looking back down at her feet.

I sigh and lower my voice into a whisper, trying to undo all the damage the boys just unknowingly caused. "Hey, I'm sorry they said all those things. You'll be in good hands here with that boy Mike; the guy who gave you the clothes, he's really nice, and it sounds like you'll be staying with him."

I stood up, eyeing the door and my friends who I could barely see through the slat we left open and I turned back to her.

"By the way... You don't have to answer any of those questions if you're not ready. That was unfair of them to do that. If you ever need anything... or someone to talk to, even after we get everything sorted out, well, I'm here." I shrug, giving her a reassuring smile before opening the door, leading her out of the bathroom.

Lucas and Dustin were standing at the bottom of the stairs, ready to head out. I follow their gaze to find Mike had made a small fort for the girl.

Mike was helping the girl get settled inside. "Here you go. This is my sleeping bag."

"You really think she's psycho?" Dustin whispered.

"Wouldn't want her in my house." Before Lucas could head up the stairs I spoke up.

"We heard everything."

Lucas and Dustin stopped and looked at me, worried.

"What?"

"All those nasty things you were saying back there, we heard every word. She heard every word... Just go. Dustin, I'll catch up in a few minutes. Bye." I threw them a flat, angry look as I shook my head and walked away. As I made my way over to the fort I took note of the silence behind me, followed by reluctant footsteps up the stairs.

"Hey, um, I never asked your name." Mike said trying to make conversation. I kneeled down next to Mike.

The girl looks at us both, then without saying anything, she pulls up her left sleeve to reveal a tattoo on the inside of her wrist. It read '011'. My eyes widen in shock.

"Woah," I can't help but gasp.

"Is that real?" Mike asks excitedly as he reaches over to touch the tattoo. She quickly retracts her arm and looks at Mike. There's an awkward silence apart from the booming thunder outside.

"Sorry, I've just... never seen a kid with a tattoo before." He apologized sheepishly.

"Can I ask what it means?" I say.

She looks at me and then points a finger towards herself.

"So, that's your name? Eleven?" I confirm.

She nods her head and then looks down at her lap.

"Eleven. Okay." Mike says, perking up. "Um, well, my name's Mike. Short for Michael, and this is my friend Y/n. He's Dustin's brother." Eleven looks over at me and I smile politely, giving her a small wave.

"Maybe we can call you 'El.' Short for Eleven." Mike offers. She nods her head in agreement. There's a silence and I can tell Mike likes her already.

"Um, well, okay," I say, trying to break the silence. "El, it was nice meeting you. And, like I said, if you need anything at all, I'm here. And so is Mikey here, of course," I say, looking over at Mike, giving him a knowing look, a smirk on my face. "Unfortunately, I have to head home so, I'll see you guys later."

I smile and grab my jacket. As i head for the stairs, I turn to both of them and send them a little wave. "Bye!"

Mide nods at me, the girl, El watching curiously as I go. That's the last I see of them as I dissapear up the steps.

I could hear Mike stuttering a 'goodnight' to El as I make it to the top. Clearly, I caught him off guard. I smile to myself, thinking.

'Ohh, he has so got it bad.'

I parked my bike in its usual spot and made it through the front door quiet enough so my mom won't hear.

Most of the lights were turned off, my mom must have gone to bed already just as I suspected. I heard an obnoxious meowing near my feet and look down to see Mews. I kneel down and pet this attention starved cat knowing that's the only way she will ever quiet down. I don't know how she can be attention starved when Mom doted on her as much as she does.

Mews lets out a deep purr and leans into my hand as I give her head a few scratches. I take off my shoes and set them by the front door before sneaking back into my room.

I flip on the light switch and stare at my slightly messy room and sigh at the events of today. I close my door so I can change into my pj's and tidy up a bit. Once I'm done I open my door so it's ajar, knowing that Mews likes to come and go throughout the house as she pleases. I sit down on the side of my bed and sigh heavily.

My eyes are fixed on the floor, particularly the different shadows that were being cast from my lamp on my bedside table as my thoughts wandered back to the fruitless efforts of tonight.

The stress and constant worrying have taken its toll on me. It breaks my heart to know that my best friend is somewhere out there lost and probably hurt. I guess a big part of me was sure that we were going to find Will in those woods out by Mirkwood tonight. I should have known better.

I feel something on my leg and I look down to see tear stains on my pajama bottoms. I hadn't even realized I had started crying. I sniffle, wiping my nose and grab the stuffed duck that was sitting on my bed. Will had won it for me. I give it a tight hug, a small smile creeps its way onto my face at the memory.

- 𝗙𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 -

It was the first Saturday of summer vacation and the five of us had gone to the arcade for a much-deserved celebration. We all filed into the arcade, I followed Mike, Dustin, and Lucas as we made our way to Dustin's favorite game Dig Dug, Will and I side by side, buzzing with the excitement of the new summer ahead of us.

There was a brief moment of comfortable silence as we looked around the arcade. We passed by all the familiar games including the infamous claw game. I spare a glance at its contents and notice an adorable bright yellow duck perched in the front of the glass.

I smile and point at the stuffed duck. "Oh! That duck is so cute!" I admired it for a brief moment and catch up with Dustin, assuming Will is still next to me.

( hats off to the folk who understand this reference!! 😎 )

About twenty minutes later I had just beaten Mike's high score on Pac Man. All the boys watched over my shoulder and I couldn't help but cheer out. "Ha! Say, Mike, how does my dust taste?"

"Oh, whatever. You only beat me by," he leans over my shoulder to look at my score. "Holy crap! 1300 points?! Alright, well done." He sighs.

"Hey Will, you owe me 5 bucks!" I turn to my friend only to not see him there. I look around in confusion.

"Wait, guys, where is Will?"

They all shrug.

"I don't know, the last time I saw him he was with you. When we got here." Lucas shrugged.

I look around until I spot the familiar bowl cut by the claw machine. He must have won something since he was leaning down to grab some prize from the machine. I quickly grab my tickets and abandon the machine and meet him by the claw, he made eye contact with me and quickly put his hands behind his back.

"Hey, man. Where have you been? You just missed it. I just annihilated Mike in Pac Man. It was awesome!"

"I, um... Well, I, uh," he scratched the back of his head awkwardly as he stammered.

I breathed out a soft laugh. "Will, it's fine, you're not on trial or anything."

"Well I noticed you seemed to really like that duck and it seemed easy enough, and um, and so yeah, I played a couple rounds and, well here." His words sort of spilled out of his mouth and he quickly pulled out his hand from behind his back and handed me the cute little stuffed duck from earlier. A huge, beaming smile finds it's way onto my face as I take the duck from him.

"Oh, wow!" I gasped as I took the duck from him. "That's awesome, thank you! I love it! Aww, it's so cute!" I gave the duck a big squeeze and held it under my arm.

"Yeah, uh no problem. So you said you beat Mike's score? That's great! By how much?" He seems more relaxed now that he's changed the subject.

"You'll never believe it, 1300 points!" I said smugly.

"No way! Y/n, that's awesome!" He gave me a big smile.

"I know right? Anyways, come on, let's hit up Space Invaders. We've got more records to beat." I motioned towards the machine, but Will doesn't move. His smile only falters. "What's wrong Byers? Come on, we better hurry before someone else gets to it." I give him a smile, silently urging him to come along.

"Yeah, umm about that... I don't have any money left. I um, I kinda spent it all on the claw." He said sheepishly.

"What?" I stare in disbelief. I can't believe he would do that.

"I'm sorry, I just thought that—" he stammered.

"No, Will, hey! I'm not mad!" I soothe as I reach out and put a hand on his shoulder to calm him.

"And please, don't be sorry. If anything, I'm sorry. You spent all your money just to get this duck. I know you guys are tight on money right now, and well, I—" I stopped, completely appalled at his actions. "Thank you. That means so much to me. You're amazing." I smile and pull him in for a hug.

The hug lingers for a few moments longer than necessary but not enough to make it too awkward. He was hesitant to let go it seemed. I finally broke the hug and gave him another big grin.

"Come on, I am playing Space Invaders with my favorite person, whether he likes it or not. I've still got a buttload of coins."

"But, you don't have to do that."

"You didn't have to spend all your money getting the duck but you did anyway." I point out. He smiles at this.

"Besides," I continued. "You know me, I'd feel way too guilty if I didn't repay you in some way for the duck. This way, we'll be even. What do you say?" I playfully elbow him.

A big grin breaks out on his face. "Yeah okay, cool. Thanks."

- 𝗘𝗡𝗗 𝗢𝗙 𝗙𝗟𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 -

I smile fondly as I give the ever so slightly worn duck a squeeze. It quickly became one of my favorite things. A quiet sob escapes my lips as I hug the duck.

"Y/n?" My head shot up to my door to see Dustin poking his head in my room, concern etched on his face.

I sniffle and quickly wipe my nose with the back of my hand as I attempt to stop my sobs.

"Sorry," I mumble, figuring I'd annoyed him.

"Y/n, what's wrong?" Dustin asks worriedly, he takes a seat next to me, not before closing the door behind him.

"I'm sorry, I just," I am unable to hold back another sob, I lean into my brother's shoulder. He wraps an arm around my shoulder as he tries to comfort me.

"Seriously, are you okay? What's the matter?"

"I miss him," I wail. I can feel Dustin's body stiffen for a brief moment at the mention of Will. He sighs and runs his hand up and down my shoulder, trying to comfort me.

"I know," his voice sounds hoarse, like he's trying not to cry. "I miss him too."

"What if, he doesn't come back?" I choke on my sobs.

"You shouldn't talk like that. We'll find him. You know him, he's good at hiding. If something did get him, you just know he's hiding. That's why the clever bastard never bites it in our campaigns, even when we do."

I breathe out a soft chuckle at this. Dustin has a point. It seems no matter what kind of trouble he gets into during our campaigns, he always seems to find a way out. It's become a running joke in our party.

My smile falters. "But what if..."

"Y/n, you can't keep doing this to yourself. No more 'what ifs' it's not healthy, and—"

"Well, I can't help it, Dustin!" I snap, cutting him off. "I just... I just can't. You don't understand. You think I like it when my brain won't stop plaguing me with these god awful scenarios that gnaw at me every second? I can't help it, it's so draining! Why do you think it takes so long to come down from my anxiety attacks?"

My eyes are welling up again and my vision has become blurry. All I can do is look down back at the ground.

Dustin only sighs. "I'm sorry. I had no idea."

I sniffle and sigh. "I'm sorry too. It just gets so frustrating not being able to communicate my feelings with people who don't deal with anxiety like I do."

"I just... I just hope he's okay." Hot tears slide down my face as I stare at the wall. I heard a sniffle come from Dustin. We stayed like that for quite some time, longing for our friend.

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A//N: I put this in because I think it's important that I share this with you all. I don't ever see any fics with a reader with an anxiety disorder and I thought it was important that I do because as someone who struggles with anxiety and someone who has anxiety attacks all the time, I often feel disconnected from the story, anyway I thought that I should shed some light on the subject as well as let readers with anxiety disorders feel included and represented as well as let you know YOU ARE NOT ALONE AND YOUR DISORDER DOES NOT DEFINE YOU. PLEASE DM ME (A LIVING BREATHING PERSON WITH AN ANXIETY DISORDER) IF ANY OF YOU WANT TO TALK TO SOMEONE WHO STRUGGLES WITH THIS AND/OR YOU WANT TO ASK QUESTIONS TO LEARN MORE.

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[na-cafe]

Characters: Yuta x reader

Genre: fantasy, angst

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"He should be here by now." you looked nervously at Jaehyun. "Why isn't he here?" you asked. You were very scared right now because Yuta was supposed to be already with you but he is nowhere.

"Calm down, Y/N." your friend hugged you. "His flight must have been delayed or something." he tried to come up with an idea why your beloved boyfriend is still not here.

"Then why didn't he call me?" you started playing with your fingers to at least calm you down (you were doing this all the time when you were nervous). "Is that so hard?"

"Maybe his phone died. You know, it can happen." Jaehyun kept coming up with new ideas for why Yuta wasn't here yet.

"I guess..." you breathed out. "I guess you're right." you nodded and straightened up your posture. Jaehyun patted you gently on the back.

"Don't worry too much." he smiled at you. "He will be here soon, okay?" he raised one of his eyebrows but was still smiling.

"Okay, thank you." you returned his smile. "You can go home now. I can do it by myself."

"Really?" he wasn't so sure; he just doesn't want to leave you alone when you're this scared. "I'll stay here overnight." he offered, but you politely declined.

"It's okay, Jaehyun," you assured him. "Just call me when you arrive home," you told him because you don't want to be scared about your friend too.

"Yes, mum." Jaehyun laughed and got up from the couch. You punched him in the leg for that; you couldn't reach his shoulder anymore so the leg was another option.

"It's too late and I'm worried about you, so call me, okay?" you frowned at him. Boy, especially Jaehyun, is always saying that he isn't scared and that everything will be alright (but we know how people like this end up in horror movies).

"Okay, I'll call you. Don't worry." he raised his hands in a defensive gesture so you won't hit him anymore because he knew you would do that without hesitation.

You nodded. "I would advise you to do that." you smiled innocently at him. You can do worse than just punch his shoulder or leg.

"Can you do it here by yourself?" he asked, looking at you carefully and with seriousness now.

"Yeah... I think so." you also got up and Jaehyun with you by his side moved to the door.

"I'll come again tomorrow." he hugged you goodbye and went out the door.

"And don't forget to call me!" you shouted at him, reminding him of the only thing he would surely forget. Jaehyun just waved at you and disappeared into the darkness. You closed the door, locked it, and went upstairs. Along the way, you didn't forget to take your cell phone and check any news from your boyfriend.

Still nothing. No response from Yuta.

You sighed and fall onto the bed. Then you put your cell phone on the charger and lay on your side. "What was that?" you muttered to yourself when you heard something from downstairs. You got out of bed and came closer to the door from the room you were in, which you, fortunately, had closed (If you had to close them now, you would draw attention to yourself). You put your ear on the wood and tried to hear anything... You heard a crash and a voice, maybe more voices. No, it's just one voice and it sounds like-

"Yuta?! " you opened the door and ran downstairs (yes, the dumbest thing you could do). When you were downstairs you saw things scattered around the living room. But your interest was attracted by someone standing a short distance from you. "Yuta?" you approached a man with whom you were sure he was your boyfriend.

But he looked different.

He seemed taller, his hair was all over the place and his clothes were dirty and torn in some places. When you looked into his face, you saw that his eyes were different. Evil...

"Y-yuta?" you started to get a little scared, you even took a few steps back. Yuta's chest rose rapidly up and down. It looked like he was running, but from who?

Without noticing what was happening, you had your back pressed to the wall. Yuta had his head buried in the bend of your neck, but not completely. You felt his lips rub against the same place on your neck.

"It's me," you spoke, even though you took a lot of risks because of that. "Y/N, your girlfriend." you hoped he would remember and won't hurt you. Instead of answering you, you felt his teeth sink into your skin. You tightly closed your eyelids and waited for the worst.

"Yuta, let her go!" another voice echoed through the living room. You opened your eyes and saw Mark standing a short distance from you two. "You don't want to hurt her." he continued to talk to Yuta, trying to get him away from you. "She's your girlfriend and you love her so much." he got even closer to you.

Yuta lost interest in you because he paid attention to his perfectly calm brother. He let you go and someone else grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the house. The stranger pushed you into the car, sat down next to you, and told someone, probably the driver, that he should go now.

"What's happening?" you looked at the person who took you out of the house. "Kun?" you raised an eyebrow.

"Hi, Y/N." he smiled at you. How could he smile right now? In this weird situation...

"What the hell is going on?!" you asked. "What happened to Yuta?! Why did he behave like this?!" you got angry because you were so scared.

"Now is not the time to explain," he spoke perfectly calmly and that made you much angrier.

"It's not?! And when will?! When my boyfriend kills me?!" you shouted at him. Kun grabbed your hands and squeezed them tightly.

"You're too upset to tell you anything." he looked you straight in the eye and it mysteriously calmed you down.

"Can you at least tell me where are we going?" you asked much more calmly than before; it was something about Kun.

"To safety." he smiled at you again.

"Safety?" you did not understand. "I'm safe with Yuta," you muttered sadly.

"I know you are, but now he has to calm down first." you heard Kun talking as if he was talking to you from a distance.

"Kun?" your eyes began to close. "I guess... I'll just sleep." as you said, it happened because the only thing you remember is pure darkness.

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A/N thank you so much for reading this little story. Hope you like it and leave a heart ♡

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"Weird Secret Friends" *Chapter 14*

Chapter 13

Chapter 15

This chapter literally took me all day, and it's kinda super long, but since I'm only going to 15 it had to be done. Also, I wanted to get a certain part and all the bullshit detail action needs to be written before we get there so I just kept writing to get there. Lulz.

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Okay and can I just say about the Goodbye Love thing it was in my head since I had her say "I need to go away".

This was supposed to be the preview:

Mimi Please don't touch me Understand I'm scared I need to go away

Mark I know a place - a clinic

Benny A rehab?

Mimi Maybe - could you?

Benny I'll pay

And this is for chapter 15: Mimi Goodbye love Goodbye love Came to say goodbye, love, goodbye Just came to say Goodbye love Goodbye love Goodbye love Hello disease....

*DUN DUN DUNNNN*

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The next thing you knew you were waking up in another room. This one was more lavish and beautiful; the sunset was peeking through green silk curtains with a matching chaise lounge. You were now in pink silk pajamas as opposed to a hospital gown, and you weren’t hooked up to near as many wires. Just a pack attached to your arm linked to your sides.

“What the…?” You cautiously crept out of bed, examining the room.

So many questions flew through your mind at that moment. How did you get here? Where exactly were you? Who the hell changed you while you were passed out? It was too much to imagine. You walked over to the full length mirror and examined yourself. You were still semi pale, but you looked pretty damn good for just having surgery this morning.

You walked back towards your bed where your phone was laying on the nightstand. You went to check your messages when you saw the date-- it had been three days. THREE DAYS?

“What the actual fuck--?” You muttered.

Were you in a Black Mirror episode? How did you lose three whole days of your life?! You began to panic, making you pace the room. Wasn’t there a button you could do? You quickly looked around the room for anything, but all you found was a TV remote.

“Oh are you fucking--” You started to curse the world when you saw a little drawing of a nurse on one of the buttons. You frantically pushed it until a girl who looked like she was a nurse out of a porno as opposed to a hospital came running in.

“Oh my god, I thought you were like, dying or something,” She rolled her eyes and twirled her hair like she was a teenage stereotype.

“Where the hell am I? Why am I---”

“Okay you need to like, chill babe,” Nurse Betty put her hands up. “

“I’m not your babe, mmkay pumpkin? We are not friends,” You pushed her hands down. “Now why don’t you get your little chart and explain to me what’s going on in the Twilight Zone?”

“Alright, well--” She whipped out a mini tablet from her scrubs and flipped through it. “You got here three days ago with an order to keep you in a medically induced coma-- Ooooh, wow that sounds like some soap opera shit. Where your organs harvested on the black market?”

“WHAT?” You grabbed the tablet. That DID sound like some soap opera shit. “You read the tablet, all it said was the details about the coma and then FILES SEALED.

“Can you-- unlock this, please?” You shoved the tablet back in her hands.

“Um no, you need a supervisor for that babe,”

“Can you please get someone to unlock this then, BABE?” Your eye began to twitch from stress.

“Yeah, sure I’ll try,” She shrugged and walked back out of the room. You continued to pace faster now, googling “HARVESTED ORGANS ON THE BLACK MARKET”, when a doctor came in wearing navy blue scrubs, looking like Derek Shepherd.

“Well hey there, beautiful,” He grinned at you.

“...What is happening?” You muttered, staring at him. He was gorgeous, you’d probably be more flustered if you weren’t so freaked out and pissed off.

“What kind of soap opera hospital is this?!” You scowled.

“Hey, just because we take care of ourselves around here doesn’t mean it’s Grey’s Anatomy up here,” He made a face.

“...Could’ve fooled me, McDreamy,”

“....Just because my name is Derek doesn’t mean I’m that tool,” He frowned.

“Oh my god you’re kidding me right?” You had to laugh at the irony.

“You’re probably just grumpy because you haven’t eaten for three days,” He patted your head. “How about a nice filet mignon?”

“Wha…?” You looked around the room in disbelief. “How about you tell me where I am and how I got here?”

“You’re at Whistling Pines Hospital and Rehabilitation Center in Hartford Connecticut, Miss Y/N,”

“Connecticut?!” You gasped. “Sonny said it was just upstate New York. Jesus Christ he sent me out of state?!”

“Calm yourself,” Derek put a hand on your shoulder. “We’re basically on the state line, Mr. Carisi didn’t send you to Siberia,”

“...And why exactly was I brought here against my will?” You crossed your arms.

“Against your will?” He snorted. “Your paperwork says you requested to be out while you recovered so you wouldn’t be tempted to ask for pain meds or anything. Part of the detox, you understand,”

“Detox?” Your face scrunched. “Seriously? So...so now what, you escort me down to the padded room now that I’m healed?”

“No, no of course not,” He shook his head. “Our rehab rooms are much nicer than this. And yours is all ready for you,”

“....Yeah, alright,” You shrugged, looking around the room.

“Wonderful,” He gave you another 100 watt smile before opening the door and motioning you to follow him. You walked for a while through what seemed like a normal hospital wing, then you came to two large doors that said “REHABILITATION WING”.

Derek opened it and let you go through first, into a beautiful lobby. The walls were made of marble, there was a koi pond with a waterfall in the middle of it, sparkling water stations next to big leather chairs. It was like a spa.

“Wow...” You whispered as you admired it while you walked.

“Yes, I know,” He chuckled. “It’s quite impressive, isn’t it?”

“Yeah…” You began to feel guilty; how much was this costing Sonny? This place looked like it cost the down payment on a house to stay in. You followed Derek down a hallway that looked like a hotel room hallway more than a rehab center, until he stopped at a door labelled 312.

“Ah here we are,” He opened the door and let you go inside first once again. It was an even more lavish room than you woke up in. A nice king bed with fluffy pillows and silk comforters were covered with extra blankets if you needed them. There was a huge sofa in front of a large screen TV, and a little kitchenette with a small fridge, cabinets, a dishwasher, and a microwave.

“....Wow,” You continued to stare in awe at the luxurious amenities this place had.

“Indeed,” Derek smiled. “Now, the TV comes loaded with digital cable and all the streaming services. Our WIFI password is LIVELAUGHLOVE, the fridge is stocked with organic, healthy foods only, but if you’d like to request something you can give our front desk a ring,”

You just nodded as you checked out the room.

“Now,” He cleared his throat. “For the icky part,”

“...The icky part?” You sputtered with a sarcastic smile. “Where did you go to medical school, Sesame Street?”

“Ha ha,” He rolled his eyes. “You will need to stay in your room at all times unless it’s social time, or group time. We do have several common areas such as a pool and a gym, but you’ll need to schedule times to use them, you can’t just walk around on your own,”

“Ah,” You nodded. “So it is a prison, just a very nice prison,”

“It’s not a prison, Miss Y/N,” He shook his head. “Not for you, anyway,”

“Really? Because it sounds like--”

“Your cousin did pay for your residency here, but you’re not under a court order or anything so you’re not confined here. Most of our residents have to be here several months before they’re even allowed out of their rooms at all, you should consider yourself lucky,”

“...Right,” You rolled your eyes. “Where is my cousin, anyway?” You asked. “Is he back at the hospital in New York?”

“Excuse me?” He looked at you in confusion. “I’m not sure I understand,”

“Oh I guess it’s been a few days,” You thought out loud. “He must have gone home by now,”

“...Well I’d sure hope so,” He chuckled.

“So..” You took a seat on the couch. “What am I doing now, warden?”

“Well like I said, I can have food sent up to you if you’re hungry,” He explained as he handed you your own tablet. “We have these for you so you can browse our menu for food and amenities,”

“Mmmkay…”

“Tomorrow’s social time is at 10 am, and your group therapy is at noon,”

“..Uh huh,” You nodded as you absent mindedly flipped through the menu.

“It’s mandatory,” He added.

“...Right,”

“Wonderful,” He beamed. “Now your bathroom is there, obviously,” He nodded to a door on the other side of the room. “It has a shower with three different pressures, and a spa bathtub. I recommend you take a long hot bath and relax, the first night is usually the hardest to get used to.

“Right…”

“Alright well I’ll leave you to it,” He nodded at you with another dreamy smile.

He walked out and left you to your own devices. You walked over to the drawers and pulled them out. They were full of your clothes, how did they get these so fast? It was so bizarre all of this happened while you were out, it really did seem like some kind of episode out of Dynasty or something.

You decided to call Sonny and get some things sorted out. You picked up your phone and dialed his number and let it ring.

“Oh hey...you, how you feelin’?”

“I’m good,” You went and sat on the bed. “How are you feeling?”

“Me? I’m good,”

“Really? Not sore or anything?”

“What? OH-- Yeah, y’know, of course, obviously,”

“...Thanks so much for this, Sonny. It’s gorgeous here,”

“Anytime….sweetie,”

“Is um, is Rafael doing better? Do you know?”

“Uh he’s...he’s fine, I’m sure,”

“...Well that’s good,”

“I’ll be up there next week to see you, you hang in there okay?”

“...Yeah, alright,”

“Night darlin’, you sleep well. I love you,”

“Love you too,”

Sonny hung up the phone and glanced over at Rafael who was busy writing his closing arguments for their case tomorrow.

“....Who was that?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Niece,” He lied.

“Mmm,”

“...How are you feelin’, by the way Barba?”

“Carisi, we’re not discussing anything personal, ever again. I told you that,” He grumbled, not looking up from his desk. He winced in pain every so often when he pulled on his stitches while writing.

“...Right,” He nodded sadly. He did feel guilty about all of this, but he knew in a few weeks it wouldn’t matter. You’d both forget about each other and move on, it was for the best.

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The next day you woke up and felt this overwhelming sense of dread. It was like everything had finally caught up to you, all the memory of how you got here came back to you. You missed Rafael almost immediately, Sonny’s words about how you had traumatized him rang in your head.

You wanted so desperately to call him and apologize, tell him how you would have never hurt him on purpose, and that all you wanted to do was make it up to him-- but you knew you had no way of doing that, and there was nothing you could do about it.

Your tablet began to go off, alarms for SOCIAL TIME were set on it. You tried to turn it off, but apparently a counselor had to do it when you arrived. Sneaky bastards. You sighed and pulled on some PJ pants, trying to ignore the blaring sound. You stomped out of your room and down the hall, down some stairs to a huge room labelled “REC ROOM.”

“Welcome Y/N!” A bright and cheery nurse came over and greeted you. “We have lots of activities for you here,” She began to show you around. “We have arts and crafts, several board games, and the Cards Against Humanity rounds get quite rowdy!”

“...Right,” You nodded softly, feeling more and more hopeless as you saw all the other “residents” mingling-- and by mingling, meaning most of them were walking around like soulless zombies. Was this your life now?

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One Week Later

“Hey…” You saw Rafael laying down in front of you, reaching out for your hand. You took it, not believing this was real.

“I love you, Y/N…” He smiled at you, his green eyes sparkling.

“I love you too Rafael..”

You shot up in bed, it happened again. You had been having the same dream ever since you had gotten to Whistling Pines. It felt so real, especially when you touched his hand. And you always woke up alone, stuck in your prison. Never to see Rafael ever again; It was torture. No matter how fancy the prison was, it was still a prison. You looked at the clock on your bedside table- 3:30 am. You wondered what Rafael was doing at that moment-- well, probably sleeping, duh. Or maybe he was up late, working on law stuff.

You wondered if he was thinking about you, if he ever thought about you. He didn’t seem angry the last time you saw him, in fact you were pretty sure you remembered him holding you and crying. Well, like Sonny said he was probably just upset having to see someone like that again. But-- something inside told you that you didn’t leave on bad terms. Maybe you had been too quick to just delete and block his number. But it was too late to do anything about that now. You laid back down and cried yourself back to sleep for the fifth time that night.

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Two weeks later

Sonny drove up to Hartford early Friday morning, hoping to get back to the city that night. He signed in at the front desk, muttering obscenities under his breath. He paced the lobby waiting for you, trying to keep his calm. Finally you emerged from the big double doors: You were dressed in a t-shirt that used to be tight, but now it draped on your shoulders. Your hip hugger jeans were more like men’s jeans, hanging off your pelvis. Your hair was pulled into a messy ponytail and you had no makeup on. You walked over to Sonny who crossed his arms at the sight of you.

“Hey, Sunshine…” He pulled you into a tight hug, your face barely moved into a small smile.

“Can we talk?” He asked as he led you to one of the leather couches.

“Sure,” You nodded like a robot as you sat next to him.

“So Sunshine,” He sighed. “They tell me you haven’t uh, been doin’ so hot,”

“Oh, have they?” You mumbled, playing with a hole in your jeans.

“Yeah they said you’re not eating, you skip the group, you won’t talk to anybody,” He put a hand on your knee. “Is everything okay? Is it your new liver? The diabetes kicking yer ass?”

“...No, I’m fine,” You shrugged feebly.

“....Seriously?” He removed his hand, his soft tone gone. “So, nothing’s wrong with you physically? You’re just being a brat?”

“Excuse me?” You suddenly blinked in surprise.

“Here I came up here because I was worried somethin’ was really wrong with you, like you were rejecting the donation or-- or the trauma was too much, but you’re tellin’ me you just won’t cooperate?��� He snapped at you.

“...What do you want me to say, Sonny? Sorry?” You snarked back.

“I want you to tell me why!” He tried not to yell but this was ridiculous. “Do you know how expensive this place is?!”

“Oh wow,” You scoffed. “Well I’m sorry my recovery is so expensive for you, Son,”

“It’s not even recovery, Y/N! You’re-- You’re just laying around here like a fuckin’ angsty teen!” He barked. “Why aren’t you trying? Don’t you wanna get outta here and get back to your life?”

“Maybe I don’t!” You yelled and stood up. “Maybe I don’t care about getting out of here, or not. There’s no point anymore,”

“What?” Sonny furrowed his brows. “Why not?”

“...Because,” You looked down at the floor.

“Oh for fuck’s sake…” Sonny threw up his hands, finally standing up himself. “Is this about Barba, really Y/N? You knew him for a few fuckin’ days, gimme a fuckin BREAK,”

“He was wonderful to me, Sonny! He was wonderful and loving and caring and YOU made me go off on him, and then I--” You paused, tears caught in your throat. “I fucking traumatized him. I hurt him so badly he didn’t even want to see me when i was dying,”

“I mean-- how bad of a person am I?!” You tried not to break down in the lobby. “I shouldn’t be allowed to be around anyone anymore, I just destroy things. Hurt people. I shouldn’t be around anyone,”

“Oh Jesus Christ,” Sonny sighed. “You need to stop, alright? If you actually tried to get better, you wouldn’t--”

“I don’t want to get better!!!!” You flat out stomped your foot, not caring about making a scene now.

“Y/N, tough love time. You need to get your shit together and forget about Barba, alright? I can’t keep paying for you to stay here--” He put both hands on your shoulders.

“So let me out,” You glared at him.

“....And if I let you out, are you going to stay sober?” He gave you a suspicious look.

“Nope,” You said with a smirk.

“Y/N come the fuck on,” He threw up his hands.

“What?” You crossed your arms. “I’m being honest. So either you keep wasting your money here, or let me go,”

“And what, let you kill yourself?” He asked angrily.

“...Maybe,” You muttered.

“Sunshine, come here--” Sonny went to wrap you in a hug, his t-shirt caught up on yours causing it to pull up on his torso. Your eyes went wide when you caught sight of it, letting go of him.

“....Where’s your scar?” You blinked in disbelief, trying to wrap your head around what you were seeing.

“What?” He began to panic.

“Your scar,” You pulled your t-shirt to reveal your own scar from the transplant. “You should have one,”

“Oh, Um--” Sonny began to rack his brain for an explanation, but your brain was moving faster.

“.....You didn’t give me part of your liver, did you?” You pulled away from him.

“Uh well--” He sighed “Not exactly, no,”

“Then who did?” You eyed him accusingly.

“They got you an anonymous--”

“Oh don’t even give me that shit, Sonny,” You stopped him. “This-- this whole thing, when I got here. It felt so much like, like a set up. A soap opera plot,”

“A soap opera?” Sonny laughed. “Come on Sunshine, don’t--”

“Why did you ship me here so fast, Sonny?” You asked, your brain now on a roll.

“What?” He half laughed. “So that you could get started early--”

“No,” You stopped him. “You could have just let me come here on my own, CONSCIOUS,”

“Well I just wanted you to skip the DT’s--” He tried to think of a defense.

“DT’s don’t happen to you if you get drunk ONCE, Sonny!” You raised your voice.

“Well how was I supposed to--” He looked around nervously.

“Who really gave me their liver, Sonny?” You narrowed your eyes.

“I told you, I don’t--” He began to lie again.

“I’ll look it up,” You threatened, making his eyes go wide.

“Y-You can’t do that,” He protested.

“Why wouldn’t you want me to?” You challenged him.

“...Because--”

“Rafael did, didn’t he?” You weren’t letting him think of any more lies.

“Look Y/N, he just wanted to help you out so that you wouldn’t die, like his dad. He couldn’t save him so he saved you. Doesn’t that sound like him?”

You had to admit, it really did. But why lie about it?

“So why didn’t you tell me that, Sonny? Why tell me you did it? Why didn’t you just tell me he did it to be nice, and not that he hated me?”

“I never said he hated you--”

“If you lied to me about that, what else have you been lying to me about?” You put your hands on your hips.

“What?”

“Oh my god…” You started to remember your recurring dream. “It was real, it was real. I know it was real!”

“...What was real?” His eyebrows furrowed.

“I keep having this dream where Rafael is across from me lying on a table, and he tells me that he loves me. And I know that happened I know it did,” You explained.

You were absolutely sure of it now. So many thoughts were running through your mind, you hated that you didn’t remember any of this before.

“What?” Sonny laughed again. “Sunshine it’s just a dream, don’t you think you would remember something like that?”

“They...they gave me something before I went into the OR,” You looked off into nowhere as you tried desperately to recall that morning. “The nurse called it…’giggle juice’,”

“Giggle juice?” Sonny rolled his eyes.

“Did you make them give me that too?!” You went for his collar, but a nurse came out of nowhere to hold you back.

“Wha who whoa, Sunshine calm down,” Sonny waved the nurse off of you. “I got her, thanks ma’am,”

“I didn’t tell them to give you anything,” He said softly.

“Yeah, just to keep me out for three days so I wouldn’t ever see Rafael before you sent me here,” You accused him.

“...Not true…” He shook his head.

“Why wouldn’t you want me to talk to him, Sonny?” Tears choked your throat.

“He didn’t want to talk to you--”

“Bullshit!” You stomped your foot, eyeing the nurse who had her eye on you in case you lost it on Sonny again.

“Bullshit, were you scared he was going to tell me what you were really doing? That you were trying to keep us apart?” Tears began dripping from your cheeks. You couldn’t believe this was happening, you couldn’t believe you could have been with Rafael this entire time.

“No!” He protested, his eyes darting back and forth. “No, I--”

“I don’t believe you!” You pushed him, the nurse stepped forward but you put your hands up in defeat. “You’re keeping him from me right now, aren’t you?”

“What?”

“That’s why you sent me so far, he has no idea where I am, and he wants to know doesn’t he? He wasn’t traumatized by my ‘incident’, he’s traumatized he lost me!” You hated that you cried when you got angry, it made you so much less intimidating.

“Traumatized is a strong word, Y/N…” Sonny rolled his eyes.

“Y’know what Sonny,” You shook your head while you wiped your eyes. “I’ll make you a deal. You bring Rafael here, and I’ll try to get better,”

“...I can’t,” He looked at the floor.

“Wha--Are you serious?” You half laughed sarcastically. “You’d rather me rot in here than--”

“I don’t know where he is, Y/N,” He looked up at you seriously.

“...What?” You asked, not wanting to know the answer.

“He…” He rubbed the back of his neck. “He left,”

“What do you mean ‘he left’?” You air quoted left.

“He went on some campaign trail, Hilary I think. He took off across the country, I literally have no idea where he is right now,” He explained.

“Why would he do that?” You asked.

“I don’t know, he said he had to get out of the city--” He shrugged.

“And you couldn’t imagine why?” You gave him a knowing look.

“Oh puh-lease Y/N, he’s not a drama queen like you--” He stopped, thinking about it. “Okay well he might be a drama queen but--”

“You can call him,” You pointed to his pocket.

“I can’t,” He looked down at the ground once again.

“WHY NOT?!” You were getting fed up with him.

“He was….he was super pissed at me for keeping you apart, alright? You’re right. He...he changed his number when he took off, he wants nothing to do with me,”

“So he’s just...gone?” Your voice cracked.

“Sunshine, I promise you. In a few weeks you won’t care about him, and you’re gonna wanna get out of here,”

“Why, you're gonna start adding memory pills to my regiment too?” You scoffed with angry tears in your voice.

“Jesus,” He rolled his eyes. “No, because you’re 22 and you can fall in and out of love like that,” He snapped his fingers.

“No I won’t,” You shook your head. “You’re gonna have to let me out of here or I’ll die in here,”

“God you’re such a--” Sonny sighed in frustration. “I can get them to get you to eat, y’know that right?”

“Do it!” You dared him. “Start treating me like some kind of mental patient, control my life like you think you need to,”

“...I can’t deal with this,” He waved his hands and started to walk away. “I’ll be back in a few weeks, I’m sure you’ll be over this by then,”

“Don’t count on it,” You stomped back into the ward.

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A week later

You let the night nurse into your room, she brought your meds and a nightly snack.

“Well, are you excited for tomorrow?” She asked, making conversation.

“...What’s tomorrow?” You asked as your downed your pills.

“Your last day!” She smiled.

“...What?” You quirked an eyebrow.

“Well, honey you’re not here on a court order or probation, and your cousin only paid for 30 days. So, you’re leaving tomorrow!”

“You’re just...you’re just letting me go??” You asked in disbelief.

“You’re not happy about that? I’m sure we could talk to your--” She started.

“No!” You stopped her. “No, No I’m totally excited, ready to get back to real life,”

“Good!” She smiled and patted your head. “Make sure you’re all packed, we’ve already filled this room once you leave,”

“...Of course you have,” You rolled your eyes.

She left and you began to frantically pack, ready to get out of here as fast as possible. You would find Rafael on your own, you knew you could.

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Sonny’s phone went off while he was out on a call, he saw it was Whistling Pines so he excused himself from the scene and answered it.

“Hello?”

“Yes, Mir. Carisi? This is Sylvia at Whistling Pines, we were just checking on Miss Y/N,”

“....Why would you be checking on her? Don’t you have her?”

“...No sir, she checked out a few days ago,”

“WHAT?!”

“Well it had been 30 days and you had only paid for a month--”

“So you just let her leave?! Why would you do that?!”

“Well sir, for one she’s a grown woman who’s a law abiding citizen, she wasn’t committed here by any kind of law enforcement. And like I said you only paid--”

“For a month,” He growled. “That’s all that matters to you people, isn’t it?”

“Well sir, this is a very expensive--”

“Where did she go?”

“What do you mean where did she go? She left with you,”

“Uh she sure as hell did NOT,”

“...Well she got in a car with a man…”

“Oh my god,” Sonny almost dropped the phone. ��I swear to God if something happens to her because of you people I will sue you SO fast--”

“Okay no need to get hysterical,” She began to panic. “Why don’t you just come here and we’ll figure it out…”

“No I think you’ve done enough,” He growled before hanging up on her.

Where the hell had you gone? And with who?!

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