#I earn a frosty

[finalgirllx]

self-indulgent fluff because I live somewhere cold as fuck and consume an absurd amount of hot chocolate. enjoy! 1k words | slytherin reader | sickeningly sweet | not edited | forgoes the rules in hogwarts kitchens

"Bloody hell, my dicks s'bout to freeze off," Enzo grunted, plopping down beside you as you wrapped yourself in a cocoon of blankets on one of the green-tufted leather couches that adorned the Slytherin common room.

While your home base exuded an air of regal antiquity that you had grown to appreciate throughout your years attending Hogwarts, its stellar placement in the school's dungeons meant that some evenings were more than chilly, sometimes downright freezing. While the crackling fireplaces scattered about did wonders to keep students from succumbing to frostbite during the coldest winter months, they weren't always sufficient on particularly wintry nights, especially around the holidays.

"That's certainly a visual, Enz, thanks," you responded with a small snort at his crude greeting. He shot you an unamused glance followed by an eye roll, appearing just as grumpy from the cold as you were.

"These dungeons might as well be the Arctic tonight. Can you blame me for feeling a tad paranoid?" Enzo countered, inching closer to you than usual for warmth. A fiery spark ignited in your stomach at his proximity, but you quickly dismissed it, seeing as you were merely a cozy blanket to him at the moment.

"There has to be something we could do," he lamented, clearly more agitated than you already thought. He gestured to you as you sat swathed in blankets with a mix of worry and exasperation, "Just look at you all bundled up, for blimey's sake. Cute, but damn concerning."

He called you cute. The chill could excuse the blush on your cheeks, right? Still, you wanted to pacify Enzo before he threw a fit at someone who wouldn't take so kindly to his attitude.

Thinking quickly, you brightened, an idea forming in your mind.

"A warm beverage might help. We could go make some hot cocoa?"

The way Enzo's eyes bugged out momentarily was rather amusing, as if your proposition was utterly absurd. It was, but you couldn't resist the chance to cozy up more with the Slytherin golden boy. You worried he might protest, so you used your best pleading face. His pretty brown eyes softened, and a faint smirk tugged at his lips—the first sign of warmth from him in an otherwise frosty evening.

"Yeah, sure, we can do that." ------------------------------

"I'm hardly sophisticated enough to be melting chocolate bars or anything like that. We're sticking to packets, and you'll enjoy it," you teased Enzo lightly as the saucepan warmed milk on the stove.

"Who do you think I am, the hot cocoa critic?" Enzo quipped back, retrieving two oversized mugs from a nearby cabinet. "I demand mine at precisely so-and-so degrees, with an exact 80% sweetness," he joked, earning an eye roll from you to mirror the one he had given earlier on the couch.

"I'll water yours down," you threatened, feigning annoyance though secretly reveling in the presence of the cute boy who seemed to have thawed out with your company. His slight pout quickly melted your resolve, and you dropped two cocoa packets into each mug for an extra chocolatey taste. His ability to summon a puppy-dog look with those full lips and gold-speckled eyes was a true talent.

Once the milk reached the right temperature, Enzo beat you to lift the pan and pour the steaming liquid into the mugs. You noticed he poured more into yours, so you nudged his side with a raised eyebrow as soon as he set the pan down.

"Hey, this was your idea, and you seemed even colder than me back in the common room. We're prioritizing you," Enzo justified, to which you nervously smiled, contemplating how to return his sweetness.

You rummaged the same cabinets for a container of mini marshmallows, returning with it and generously topping each mug. You made a show of adding far more marshmallows to his mug, causing Enzo to chuckle in surprise.

"That's more marshmallow than cocoa at this point!" he protested, grinning widely.

"You gave me more cocoa, so you get more marshmallows. It's only fair," you said with a nonchalant shrug, implying it couldn't be helped despite being the one to pile them on.

You both gripped the handles of your mugs and brought them to your lips, sharing a surprisingly intimate moment as your eyes met. Was drinking hot chocolate supposed to feel this tense?

After blowing on your beverage for a few seconds, you took your first sip, relishing in the immediate warmth that flooded your senses. Enzo also sighed contentedly, and you beamed at his approval. He glanced at you again, his brow furrowing momentarily before his expression shifted, his focus turning to something else. He set his mug down before raising his thumb to brush over your top lip. You froze, the flush on your face intensifying after his touch.

"Little cocoa on your lip, sorry," he muttered, his voice cracking for a moment before he then brought his thumb to his mouth, tasting the remnants he had wiped off yours. Your brain was broken for the moment. It was as if you were watching these last few instances from an outside perspective. Was he as nervous as you? Seemed impossible for someone as charismatic and cool as him.

"I, uh…," you stammered while gathering your bearings.

"Just trying to be helpful," Enzo tried to brush off his actions, his free hand rubbing the back of his neck. The way his gaze never left your lips betrayed his true feelings.

Suddenly, you snapped back to reality. You couldn't let the moment slip away. This was your opportunity. Setting your mug down, you turned to face him with a shaky breath, grasping the collar of his shirt and pulling his face down to meet yours. He understood right away, meeting your lips with his without hesitation. His hands cupped your face, and though the kiss lasted only a few seconds, the passion behind it was enough to keep you both warm for the rest of the night.

As you pulled away, both stunned yet excited, Enzo mused with a satisfied grin, "I think that might have been the key to evading the cold."

You teased, "Don't underestimate the power of cocoa," to which he relented, shaking his head.

"Never, darling. Although, I might need another kiss if we're going to survive," he added with a cheeky smirk.

You smiled and leaned in for that second kiss. This evening's venture had proved to be the right decision in more ways than one, and you couldn't be more fulfilled.

#lorenzo berkshire #enzo berkshire #lorenzo berkshire x reader #enzo berkshire fluff #enzo berkshire x reader #slytherin #slytherin boys

[urfavleo777]

warnings: a mention of death, loneliness, depression. soundtrack: last christmas, santa baby, let it snow! let it snow! let it snow!

this is part 1.

The day before Christmas 10:15 PM

"Oh, thank you so much, Y/n," your boss said warmly. A few strands fell onto her narrow shoulders, caressing the fabric of her burgundy sweater. She was no more than sixty but with her class she would still beat most of the modern supermodels.

You've been working at Josephine's shop since November with the main goal of earning extra money for your college. You needed it to pay for your college tuition. Before, your financial situation was making you suffer. You no longer had any hope. You were even close to dropping out of college. But then Josephine appeared, looking for an employee for her Christmas store. After a very long period of poverty you could finally afford a nutritious meal during the day.

Your previous boss didn't treat you right. He was behind in paying you money, he didn't respect the fact that you had studies outside of work, and there were times when he was verbally violent towards you.

Josephine was always understanding towards you and took an extremely sensible approach to mental health. She assured you many times that if you felt unwell, she would immediately offer you a break from work for a few days. You tried not to take advantage of her kindness, so at ten o'clock in the morning you diligently fulfilled your duties in the Christmas store.

Today was quite… different. It was Friday evening and instead of enjoying your free time in your small apartment, Josephine asked you to take over the duties until midnight.

"I have so much mess to clean up at home, and tomorrow is the day. If you said no, I would probably have let all my grandchildren down. Last year I promised them I will bake cupcakes for the next Christmas. They were so excited and happy about it…"

You giggled at her adorable confession.

"No problem, I swear," you assured her, but the woman didn't seem fully convinced. "Josephine, I don't mind staying here for a bit longer. It helps me to relieve stress a lot."

Josephine pursed her lips. Then she straightened her slightly hunched back and whispered with a soft smile on her face:

"Your soul is so pure. Your parents must be so proud of you."

At the sound of these words, spoken with surprising lightness, you immediately stiffened.

Parents, a thought crossed your mind.

Right. She couldn't know.

You brushed strands of long hair from your cheek, smiling awkwardly. Josephine started looking chaotically for her purse. Once she found it, she hugged you and squeezed your hands. When you felt her warmth in your hands, you froze. No one has ever given you as much love as Josephine did in that moment.

"Thank you so much, Y/n, but I really have to go. I'll make it up to you!" She turned and started towards the exit. When the door opened, frosty night air rushed in. An old guy walked in, passing your boss, but you didn't pay attention to him. Instead, you looked in Josephine's green eyes for the last time. She lowered her voice a bit, continuing. "Merry Christmas, Y/n."

Oh, no one in this world knew how much you hated those words. You swallowed loudly, pushing away the feeling of sadness with all your strength. The sight of the smile on the woman's face made you feel a knot in your stomach.

"Merry Christmas, Josephine," you replied, trying to reciprocate this warm gesture. After a moment, you realized that you had said it to yourself. Josephine was already gone. Now in the room, there was only you and an older customer, probably looking around for gifts for his loved ones.

11:55 PM

"Uh, is anybody there?"

You caught yourself falling asleep, but the stranger's nervous and deep voice woke you up.

You looked up from the till and saw an older man standing in front of you. His white beanie and fluffy Christmas sweater definitely caught your attention. You rubbed your eyes and was about to laugh when you realized how thin he was dressed. Okay, maybe he wasn't that old.

It seemed like he had arrived by car, because no one would wear just a sweater in a snowstorm like that. Before you could respond, the man overtook you.

"Okay, okay. I know you're about to close, but listen to me. This case is extremely serious. I drove all over town and, damn it! All Christmas shops are already closed! Can you help me choose the gifts? If you don't help me, I will be.."

You raised an eyebrow, trying your best not to smile. He got stuck in his little speech, but you had no idea why. Instead of continuing, he lost himself in your gaze, completely ignoring the ticking of the clock behind you. His mouth hung open slightly and his eyes which were already almost black seemed to darken as he focused on you. His body went rigid as he searched your eyes. Your heart was pounding in your chest. He was beautiful. You had never thought of a guy as beautiful, and it was strange. It was strange how he seemed to be looking right into your soul. But you didn't mind. No, you didn't care at all.

Or.. maybe a little bit.

In fact, you were the one who jumped back like someone had burned you when you realized it was almost time to close the shop.

"You must leave this store. Now."

"Huh?" he frowned, distracted. It took a while for it to dawn on him. "No! You can't do this to me."

You took the key out of the locker and were in the process of closing the cash register. Shit. Nobody taught you how to do that. That was always Josephine's responsibility and she was the one who always closed the shop. The man looked at you strangely. You decided to pretend you knew what you were doing.

"Do you even work here?" he mocked.

You felt his eyes on you and you clenched your jaw. You glanced up to tell him to piss off, but then your eyes met and the feeling of anger melted away. His eyes were widened slightly as you looked at him curiously. He felt the nerves radiating off of you. You shot him a tight lipped smile and you felt himself smile back. Fuck.

"Shit," you cussed under your breath. "I have to close the shop now."

You were still struggling to close the cash register.

"I'll help you close it," he muttered, still staring at you but you were too tired to even notice. "I've dealt with this before, too."

"And why should I believe you? Maybe you are some kind of thief? "

11:58. Fuck. The time was passing.

"I am not a thief."

"And why should I believe you?" you repeated the question once again.

"Just google my name," he sighed a little tiredly. You blinked your eyes twice, not knowing what he meant. "Let me buy something for my parents and I'll do whatever you want."

When you heard parents, you forgot what he had just told you. You were definitely traumatized or triggered by the word "parents", which was usually noticeable by the sudden change in your behavior.

Your soft breaths echoed through the whole Christmas shop. You lowered your head, completely embarrassing yourself in front of the potential client. It was the second time today. At least you didn't have to explain yourself to Josephine because you were able to mask it before.

"Please, don't hurt him." Y/n cried. "Please, I can't lose him too."

[…]

"Don't take loans on the black market, or you'll end up just like them."

[…]

"I'm completely alone."

[…]

"Shit, are you okay?"

You looked up, grimace on your face as the tall body of a man came into view. He looked concerned as he crouched down before you. His dark eyes searched for any indication you were in pain and when he saw you weren't he held out his hand for you to take.

"I'm okay," you nodded. "What am I doing on the floor?"

"I saw you fall," he said, as he lifted you up. You brushed the dust and dirt from your jeans. "Does it hurt?"

"No," you shook her head, still stunned. "Not much anyways."

"You hit the ground pretty hard," he frowned. "Maybe you should get yourself checked out."

You let out a forced laugh and he raised a brow. "Honestly, I'm good."

He nodded his head, eyes narrowed slightly before sighing. "Let me take care of you. Need a ride?"

God, just a few seconds ago he was using his all strength to buy something for his parents. Unless..

"Show me your pockets."

"What?" he frowned. He tried to find some clue in your eyes. "You think I stole something?"

God, he was atleast a foot taller than you were and you had to crane your neck to look at him.

"Well, seems like I have no choice," he shrugged.

The two of you fell silent, it wasn't awkward but neither knew what to say. He emptied all his pockets, the only things he had were his phone and his bank card.

You wanted to sink into the ground.

This stranger just offered to help you and you thought he was a thief. You tilted your head back, thinking about your next move.

You sighed, knowing exactly what you should do.

"Take it."

You handed him a matching sweaters that you assumed should be for his parents. He sighed in relief.

He was about to take out his card to pay, but you placed your hand on his, trying to making him understand that he doesn't have to pay.

"Just close the till, please." You smiled, feeling a bit better now. "And make your loved ones happy."

"No," he refused quickly "I have to pay for it. There is nothing for free."

It took a while to convince him not to pay. He finally sighed and accepted the two wrapped gifts from you. After he closed the till, he offered you a ride once again.

"Why don't you introduce yourself first?"

You were just leaving the store. It was cold. That was perhaps the understatement of the century. You couldn't remember the last time you had been so cold: the spiteful wind sliced through you like a sharpened blade, leaving a chill that shook you to your very core, and you tightened the thick scarf around you neck, pulling it up over your mouth. You locked the door and both went away, looking for his car, which wasn't parked that far away.

"It's strange that you don't know me."

"Woah, so you're kind of celebrity?" you laughed loudly. "You've got a big ego, man."

You finally reached his car. You didn't even notice the color because it was too dark and the car itself was covered in snow. But it didn't matter.

"Oh, that's very kind of you. Thank you." You said surprised as he opened the car door for you. He gave you a small smile. You took the front passenger seat. When you heard the sound of the trunk being closed, you realized that he must have been putting the gifts in there. You saw him through the snow-covered window. His hair was messy, and his sweater was slightly damp from the snow. His pink cheeks totally stole your heart. He looked like a little child after playing in the snow for several hours

"I'm Y/n," you spoke up as he appeared next to you. He clicked the heat button, smiling to himself. "Normal people usually say their name after my introduction."

"Who said I was normal?" you rolled your eyes before bursting out laughing again.

"You've got a beautiful name," he said, starting the car. "You can just call me Colby."

His eyes found yours and he smiled brightly. Your tiredness melted away instantly and you grinned back at him.

"Colby," you whispered to yourself.

"Hm?" he asked, keeping his eyes on the road. After a moment you could feel the relaxing warmth.

"Uhm," you cleared your throat. "You've got a beautiful name, too."

The corners of your mouth turned upwards. Eventually you stopped having everything under control. It was inexplicable. Every word this boy said aroused some emotion in you. It was strange because you two had just met.

He wanted to know more about you, every single thing. What you like, what you love. A twisted smile formed on his face. As he continued to steal glances at a female, who remained clueless about his mind.

You glanced out the car window, trying to see anything but darkness. Thanks to the car lights, you could have noticed that the streets were empty, not a person in sight that late, not even the stray dog walker or person who decided to go for a late night walk or run. Cars passed by from time to time, but there weren't many of them.

"Not a single soul." Colby sighed, a dreamy smile on his face as he looked down on the road. You nodded, stifling a yawn.

"I bet most of them are washing windows now," you whined, making him chuckle. "Can you take me to the nearest gas station? It's not far from home."

You noticed a slight disappointment on his face, which he quickly masked.

"Yeah, sure."

For a moment there was silence, and you took the opportunity to organize your thoughts. You wondered if you should start a conversation about what happened at the store. You were sure Colby had been thinking about it the whole time, but he didn't want to be too insightful. Even if he asked about your past, you wouldn't know what to answer him. That your parents owed a debt to evil people and died for not paying it off?

You squeezed your eyes shut at the thought. You stared at the moon, trying to calm your thoughts. Then you took a moment to appreciate that wonderful, breathtaking boy next to you. You looked at him in some kind of admiration. He was so beautiful that you were about to cry. You were so close to burying your hand in his messy hair, but it took all of your strength to hold back. A smirk formed on his face as he noticed you staring at his facial features. Instead of laughing at you, he simply changed the topic.

"How do you spend Christmas?"

"Hm?" you muttered, your voice still laced with sleep.

Colby raised his eyebrows at you. "You got a Christmas tree?"

You looked up at him and were torn between telling him the truth or lying.

"I spend Christmas alone. I don't have, I don't have anyone around me with whom I could share this evening. Also, Christmas are overrated. "

"I can help," he said, the words dropping out before he could think about them. Ordinarily, he calculated his sentences, sometimes spending hours or even days thinking about how he would word something, whether it was an email to a friend or a hypothetical debate. But there was no time for that now, the dilemma thrust right into his face with no escape route.

"What?" You swallowed.

"I can help you," he said. "You shouldn't be alone in this time. If you let me, I'd love to invite you to dinner with my p—. " he stopped mid-sentence. You felt like crying. No one in your life has ever shown you as much love as this man. Okay, maybe except Josephine.

"You don't mean that," you said quietly.

"I do," he said, a little more confidence in his voice now. "Let me help. I'll do anything. You shouldn't be alone. You can't be alone. Can I help?"

A faint smile grew over your lips and you nodded, colour rising to your cheeks as your smile grew. "Thank you. But your family-"

"Oh, they will be delighted to meet you."

He seemed nice enough, you thought, and there were surely worse ways to spend the next couple of hours than accepting his helping hand: you could take your mind off the solitude and maybe even make a friend.

But nothing could help you forget your past.

To Be Continued.

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[elizabethsnuts]

Request: winterwidow baby have a daddy-daughter day with her papa🥺, and when they coming home yn js just so excited to tell her mama all the things she did with bucky

Daddy-Daughter Day

Winterwidow x daughter!reader

Summary: Bucky takes his little daughter out on a daddy-daughter day.

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Bucky woke up to the sound of giggles and the soft padding of little feet. He smiled as he saw his 2-year-old daughter, Y/N, standing at the edge of the bed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Today was their special day - a daddy-daughter day, just the two of them.

After a quick breakfast of pancakes and maple syrup, Bucky bundled you up in a cozy jacket and scarf. He couldn't help but adore how small you looked in your winter attire. Holding your tiny hand in his metal one, you two ventured out into the crisp winter morning.

The first destination: the local ice skating rink. Bucky had secretly been practising his skating skills just for this day. As you arrived, the rink was adorned with twinkling lights, and the air was filled with laughter and the scraping sound of blades against the ice.

Bucky crouched down to your eye level, your wide blue eyes fixed on the glistening ice. "Are you ready to go skating, baby doll?" he asked, earning an enthusiastic nod from you.

“Yes! we go on the ice!” you giggled and held Bucky's hand tighter.

With your skates laced up, Bucky took your hand again and slowly stepped onto the ice. It was your first time, and Bucky was determined to make it memorable. The initial wobbles turned into laughter as Bucky guided you across the ice, your little feet making hesitant but determined strides.

The two of you circled the rink, Bucky spinning you around occasionally, your laughter echoing through the frosty air. The joy on your face was priceless, and Bucky couldn't help but feel a warmth in his heart as you glided together.

"Daddy, this the best day ever!" you exclaimed, your cheeks rosy from both the cold and excitement.

Bucky grinned, ruffling your hair. "Glad you think so, baby doll. But we still have more to do!"

The more skating the two of you did, the more confidence you gained. Bucky skated backward, holding your little hands, and laughed as you twirled together.

As you left the ice with rosy cheeks, Bucky scooped you into his arms and headed away from the ice skating rink to your next destination.

Bucky strolled through the snow-covered streets with your little hand clutching his until a cozy little cafe came into view. The warm aroma of freshly brewed coffee greeted you as you entered.

Bucky guided the two of you to a small table by the window, where you could watch the snowflakes gently fall outside. The little cafe was adorned with twinkling lights, creating a warm and cozy atmosphere. Bucky helped you out of your winter gear, settling you into a cushioned chair.

"I think it's time for a treat, don't you think, sweetheart?" Bucky grinned, glancing at the menu.

Your eyes widened with anticipation. "Treat, Daddy!"

Bucky chuckled and looked over the menu. "How about a hot chocolate with marshmallows and whipped cream for you?" he suggested, pointing to the various options.

Your face lit up. "Yes, please, Daddy!"

Bucky signalled the waiter, placing the order for your special hot chocolate. As they waited, Bucky couldn't help but smile at the joy sparkling in your blue eyes. The cafe's ambience, combined with the lingering excitement from ice skating, made the moment feel magical.

The drinks arrived, and your hot chocolate looked like a work of art, topped with a mountain of marshmallows and a swirl of whipped cream. Bucky smiled as he handed the hot drink to you, you couldn't contain the excitement.

"Daddy, it's so tasty!" you exclaimed, your eyes wide with amazement.

Bucky chuckled. "Well, you deserve nothing but the best, baby doll."

While you happily sipped your hot chocolate giving yourself a little milk moustache, Bucky enjoyed the rich aroma of his coffee. You chatted about your favourite moments on the ice, your favourite animal, and what you saw on your daily walks with Natasha. Bucky listened attentively, savouring the simple joy of these father-daughter conversations.

As drinks were finished, Bucky glanced at the clock. "Well, baby doll, it's time to head home. But we'll have more special days like this, I promise."

You nodded, your eyes filled with contentment. Bucky paid the bill and helped you back into your winter gear. The two of you left the cafe hand in hand, the warmth of your hot drinks lingering as you both stepped back into the chilly air outside.

As Bucky and you returned to the compound, the snowfall had intensified outside, a white blanket of snow coated the outside. Bucky marvelled at the beauty, holding your hand tightly. The warmth of the cafe lingered as you stepped inside, greeted by the familiar surroundings of your home.

"Alright, sweetheart, let's get you out of those snowy clothes," Bucky said, guiding you towards the living area. You excitedly kicked off your pink boots and wriggled out of your winter coat, your face still flushed with the remnants of the day's adventures.

Once comfortably settled back into warm clothes, you couldn't contain your excitement. "Daddy, I wanna tell Mama about our day!"

Bucky chuckled, nodding in agreement. "Sounds like a plan. Let's find Mama."

The both of you made your way to the communal area where Natasha was engrossed in a book. Hearing the footsteps, she looked up, a warm smile playing on her lips.

"Well, look who's back! How was your day, you two?" Natasha asked.

You practically bounced on your toes, eager to share. "Mama, Daddy and I go ice skating! And then we went to a cafe, and I had hot chocolate with marshmallows and whipped cream!"

Natasha's eyes met Bucky's, and she raised an eyebrow teasingly. "Sounds like quite the adventure, the two of you had."

Natasha chuckled, closing her book. "I'm glad to hear that. Maybe next time I'll join you for some ice skating. But for now, how about we get ready for dinner?"

As they headed to the dining area, you couldn't stop talking about every detail of the day, from the first step on the ice to the last sip of your hot chocolate.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x daughter!reader #buckynat #daughter!reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x daughter!reader #winterwidow #winterwidow x daughter!reader #buckynat x daughter!reader

[mrsbbradshaw]

Who's the better Kazansky ?

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x fem! Kazansky reader

Warnings : Top Gun Maverick Spoilers, Character death, angst if you squint, fluff

Synopsis : When the news of her father's death arrived, of all people that turned to her comfort, Bradley was the last person she expected to console her.

"You're joining the navy ? Are you insane ?"

"Like father like daughter ?" She raised her brows, smiling at the admiral.

Tom "Iceman" Kazansky stroked his chin, eyeing his daughter who he knew had so much potential in becoming a pilot. He had always wanted his daughter to figure out life on her own, it was against his parenting rules to push her into following his footsteps but there she was in front of him, telling the 1985 Top Gun graduate that she wanted to be just like him.

She's a wild with a free spirit, the admiral's daughter was always breaking rules, she was always getting into trouble, getting into fights, going home with injuries and cuts here and there made her earn a few scoldings from her parents, especially her mother saying things like "you're a girl for God's sake !". Tom Kazansky knew she got that from him and as she grew older, he knew there was nothing he could do to change her as a person.

He would always scoff, his daughter was a living copy of his friend, Maverick. The only difference between those two is their ego.

A smile began to form on his lips. Standing up from his seat,

"It's gonna be a long journey ahead, Kazansky"

"Tom ! What are you thinking ? She can die out there ! She's not like you !" His wife complained, practically shouting to him to change his mind, only if he knew how many sleepless nights his wife has suffered over the years with the fear of the naval officer pilot not returning after a mission.

"I think you underestimate the power of the Kazanskys" He chuckled snakily, pulling his daughter into a hug.

"You're gonna be one hell of a pilot, sweetie"

'Y/N Kazansky'

'Frosty'

A call sign that slightly resembled her father's.

People in the navy said she got it from her 'cold' personality, but she would always disagree. In fact, she gets comfortable with people easily, except one man.

Bradley Bradshaw, AKA "Rooster".

She could remember being the best of friends with him throughout middle school, at some point she had a crush on him. That was until he sold her out to the principal, earning a suspension from school when she was defending a bully.

"Violence is dangerous, Kazansky, YOU'RE dangerous." He told her.

They became sworn enemies ever since, exchanging snarky remarks and insults to each other and by the time the two of them applied to the navy, she didn't want to lose against him.

But, there was a turning point.

Her heart dropped hearing that Bradley's papers were pulled from other applicants. She had thought that they would've been in the navy together.

In terms of who pulled his papers were kept from her. Admiral Kazansky and Captain Mitchell did not want her to find out that Maverick was the cause of Bradley's career postponement.

She remembered staying in the corner of a room alone after the news of the successful applicants came out.

'Bradley didn't deserve this' she thought.

They were enemies, yeah, but it was only to his eyes. Did she hate him ? no. Does he hate her ? probably.

She was over the snitching thing after a month, but it looked like Bradley doesn't want to be her friend anymore as he gradually started avoiding her.

That's when she thought that he was going to make himself regret for letting her go and the competitiveness began.

On the other hand

There was only one person Bradley hoped would see him. He thought that she was at least going to comfort him and put their problems in the past. He was ready to start fresh with her but she never came to see him.

Y/n had only stopped being competitive because there was no one left she wanted to beat so bad. Never once had she ever meet him during those times she was in the Fighter Weapons School.

This was the point which made Bradley think that their friendship was done for good. He had developed this mindset that the only reason why her papers weren't pulled was because of her admiral father.

He scoffed at the thought, 'It's a good thing she has a father'

Little did he knew, when she let her guard down because of him, he ultimately became ahead of her over time.

Lieutenant Kazansky eyed her name tag, sitting inside the locker room alone with a drooped posture, her face turned downwards towards her uniform.

The news of her father's incurable illness had just reached her.

She closed her eyes tightly, releasing a deep breath. A tear slid town from her eyes, her hands still grasping her uniform.

Crestfallen, she realised that her father's days were numbered.

"It's okay if you want to take some time off and spend the rest of the time with your father, Kazansky"

She wiped her tears, hearing her superior's voice. Turning to face him, she quickly stood up and replied him.

"No sir, with all due respect, I have a duty and a country to serve, I would appreciate it if I have the chance of continuing my job, sir"

"Very well Kazansky"

She rarely see her father after the news broke out, she didn't want to see him in that state, even speaking hurts, her mother told her while begging her numerous times to come home and she did, sometimes.

Each time she gets home and meet her sick father, They would always have a heart-felt conversation and the proud smile on his face would always reappear when his daughter comes home.

He would always smile looking at her in her uniform, eyeing her name tag which resembles to his. 'Frosty' and 'Iceman'. And she would always break down after each visit.

She went home again the time she was called back to Top Gun for a mission.

"I've been called back, Dad"

Tom Kazansky turned his body to type

'I know'

"So you were the one who recommended me to them ?"

Tom furrowed his brows, typing onto his keyboard again

'Of course not, they wanted the best of the best'

"So you didn't do anything ?"

'I told you, you're gonna be one hell of a pilot'

"What if I don't come home ?"

Tom immediately shook his head

'you must. I put my trust in someone I know who will make the mission a success and bring you all home in one piece'

"Will he be there ?" She asked her dad, He raised his brows and in an instant he knew who she was talking about.

"You still like him don't you ?"

"Of course not !" The younger Kazansky knitted her brows, glaring at the man in front of her. She was in denial, lying to herself and everyone but she knew that deep down she had feelings for Bradley Bradshaw

"You can lie to everyone, but not me."

The admiral stood up from his seat, walking towards his daughter who was still in uniform, Y/n stood up to help her father which he declined.

Iceman patted his daughter's shoulder with his palms, smiling again. The proud look that would never disappear whenever he saw her. He grabbed her hand to stroke it.

"you two...should...rekindle"

"I want...a grandchild...before I go"

Y/n playfully hit her father, earning a chuckle from him.

"I have a question, dad"

Her dad eyed her, to ask what it was

"Who's the better Kazansky ?"

Iceman chuckled, opening his mouth to answer

"We'll answer that...when you get home...."

He then pulled his daughter into a tight hug, a hug so warm and welcoming that she did not want it to be over.

"Good luck....sweetie"

-----

The moment that she saw him enter from the Hard Deck's entrance, she could immediately recognise his face even when he was wearing sunglasses.

He became more attractive over the years she didn't see him. He definitely grew taller and his shoulders grew broader. He had a clean, neatly trimmed and tidy moustache that suited him, and the Hawaiian shirt that he wore only made him even more charming.

It was the same for him, when he stepped into the bar, the first person he could spot was her. She became more gorgeous, her striking features of her face were captivating, her smile is magnetic, making himself almost forget the time when his heart raced when she smiled at him.

He hate to admit but he missed her, so much.

"Bradshaw" she greeted first

"Kazansky" The flat tone that he used to reply to her was a sign that he still didn't like her. He was nice to everyone but her...and Hangman.

Years of not seeing each other, They were still avoiding each other.

"You got beef with Bradshaw ?" Hangman asked her, opening a bottle of beer then passing it onto her

"Just some old stuff" The two of them eyed the man who was heading for the piano.

"Well it doesn't look like 'just some old stuff' when he replied you"

"Get off my ass, Hangman" she rolled her eyes at him when she could recognise the familiar chords on the piano that Bradley was playing.

She knew this song anyway.

'You brought my wheel, but what a thrill'

'Goodness gracious great balls of fire !"

The whole bar cheered up as they started singing the song which included Kazansky who stood close beside Bradley. For a moment, for one night

Every differences between them were put aside, enjoying themselves for one night, one night before they were snapped back into reality.

One night before their training for a highly intense mission started with Maverick as their instructor.

That night was before Hangman decided to expose Bradshaw and Maverick that he was flying with Nick Bradshaw AKA "Goose" When Bradley's father died.

"That's enough !" Maverick yelled, attempting to break out the fight that almost occurred.

She was one of the people that held Rooster back. They weren't on good terms, neither were they talking to each other but Hangman was out of the line.

The night at the Hard Deck was before Phoenix, Bob and Coyote almost lost their lives.

The evening that they went to the infirmary, She decided that she needed to get closure from Bradley, she thought that they should be working as a team and having beef in between them in highly unprofessional and childish.

She overheard a heated argument between Maverick and Bradley that hindered the two of them from having a conversation.

"Kazansky" Her superior, Warlock called

"yes sir ?"

His face was gloomy, full of sorrow. He had this look of sorrow that was written all over his face. With a heavy heart, he broke the news to her.

"It's your father"

She knew. She instantly knew what had happened. She immediately knew that he was going to tell her that her father has passed away.

A hush fell as she hung her head lowly, her eyes filled with tears that escaped, staining her cheeks. She blinked away the tears, only for it to blur her vision, letting out a deep breath, replying to Warlock

"Thank you...for telling me sir..."

Her superior then went to the room beside where they were standing to break the news towards Maverick and Bradley.

The two men stepped out from the room after a heated argument with a tragic news.

He could see her from the corner of his eyes, she was standing still, eyes looking at her foot with her fist closed. His eyes softened, he could only imagine what she must be going through. He knew what it was like to lose a father. Bradley knew how close Y/n was with her father.

She turned to face him with her tear stained face, His heart ached to see her like this, to see her miserable face. Y/n walked away from Warlock, Maverick and Rooster towards the locker room where she would be alone, isolated.

The atmosphere of the locker room which used to be light and bright became so silent. Seating alone in darkness, she recalled her last moments with her father .

"Good Luck, Sweetie"

That was the last time she could ever meet him, talk to him, hug him...

She knew that his days were numbered, she knew that he didn't have a lot of time left but what she didn't expect was death being so cruel.

Bleakness completely engulfing her. She felt her throat closing up, sighing heavily, letting her head drop, She buried her face into her palms, the tears continued to stream down.

Tom "Iceman" Kazansky is dead.

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She wasn't a soldier that day. She was a daughter.

The tears that were on the edge of her eyes only dropped when her mother received an American flag and when his casket was lowered down.

Then she was alone again after the funeral, she said she wanted to be alone to her mother.

"You'll always be the better Kazansky, dad..."

Looking at his grave stone, she could hear a familiar voice rung through her ears

"Still here ?"

She wasn't alone then...

"Spare your insults for another day, Goddamit Bradshaw"

"I'm not here for insults, Y/n" He took of his peaked cap, taking a step closer to her.

"Your father was a good man"

"He was..."

His eyes observed her facial expression, the wind blowing on her face, the weather, dark and gloomy, he could see her clearly and up close after years of not seeing each other.

Grief.

That was the only thing he could see from her.

The two stood by beside each other, there was a moment of silence between the two of them before she spoke up, still looking at the admiral's headstone.

"Why are you still here ?"

"I don't know" He answered

"You don't know ?" she scoffed, asking him a question

"You know what were his last words to me ?"

"'You two should rekindle' was what he said" It was only at this time did she turn to eye him.

"I tried to understand it, I tried to...I knew he didn't- he didn't have a lot of time and I-, I didn't want to see him so much after finding out, I couldn't- I couldn't-"

Bradley listened to her, his eyes were soft and he was attentive. He noticed that her eyes were getting wet with tears.

"Shit, I didn't get the chance to say goodbye to him" she chewed her lower lip, then she just mumbled incoherent things through her hands and choked on her sobs.

Bradley gambled his whole life on the next thing he was about to do.

"Come here" he walked towards her, closing the space between them with a hug from him. Bradley stroked her hair gently as an act of comfort.

His mother did this to him when his father died, it was his turn to comfort someone he cares about.

"Let it out, let it all out" He spoke tenderly while she began to sob harder on his chest, tears of pain running down her cheeks.

This was the first time that they hugged in probably a decade. No, this hug was different. All the times they hugged before, it was playful, this time she felt warm, like a blanket wrapped around her, a feeling of complete comfort. She felt safe around his arms.

"I'm here...I'm here even when I can't make it better..."

"Don't go anywhere, Bradley"

"I'm not...day or night, I'll always be here..."

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hit me with the sunshine!james and grumpy!reader fluff, loser :)

-cece

how delicious! so good i'll ignore the name calling <3 all for you, @theemporium :) i've never done this trope before so hopefully this works!!! | fluff, fem!reader, grumpy!reader x sunshine!james, 1k

"If you keep frowning like that your face is going to stick," James says lightly. He startles you a bit, but you don't let it show. He knows you well enough to tell, anyway. He slides his hand over your lower back as you continue to stare, arms crossed, at the book in your hand.

"Ha, ha," you say, toneless. "James, it's no use." Your lower lip has a small indent in it like you've been chewing on it. He wonders if you'll let him kiss you in the store.

"What's no use, darling? Catch me up, I'm slow." Sometimes, if you're in the mood, you'll bump your hip with his when he teases like that. But you don't move, don't even lean into the hand on your back.

"I think today is going to be a bust." It's shopping day -- different from errand day, you both wander around local shops and buy things you don't technically need. Birthday presents, new clothes, books. It tires you out immensely and James knows that tonight you'll fall asleep in his lap with a movie in the background.

"Why's that?" he asks. You won't ask him to go home early, even if you're not enjoying yourself, since you know he's got things to buy. You won't even sulk -- that's not your style. He'll just be able to feel it radiate off of you, and while he adores your slightly sour disposition, he never wants you to actually be upset. Dissatisfied with the state of the world? Sure, who isn't. Annoyed at slow walkers? Again, join the club. He loves you when you're frosty, he loves you when you're grumpy, he loves you when you're soft in his arms when you wake up every morning. It doesn't matter. He loves it all.

"I--," you start. You set the book back down on the table perhaps a bit too forcefully, as you wince at the noise it makes. "I'm just annoyed they don't have the edition I wanted. When I called last week they said they did." You take a deep breath. "And I'm frustrated that I've dragged you here when it's on the other side of town as the stationary shop we need to go to for Remus and all the other places we need to visit." You sigh again, frown deepening. Time for him to make his move.

He's mastered this by now. James knows that you'll let him underneath your exterior no matter what, half because he's so damn charming and half because you want him to see you, to make you smile. And, if he's honest, he's got no idea why you let him. But from the moment you met it was clear that he was the perfect companion to your mood.

"I'll buy you another book. Two other books. No, three!" You turn towards him and his hand slides to the flesh of your hip, squeeing once, gently. "Well, any more than three and you definetly have to carry some."

You aren't convinced. "James, that's not the point --"

"Well, who needs books, anyway?" He hooks two long fingers through your belt loop and tugs gently. You allow it, falling into his chest and catching the lapels of his jacket, frown still in place. But he can see he's getting there -- your eyebrows are quirked in interest and your shoulders are already looser. He taps the tip of your chin with a knuckle before cupping your cheek. "I could just ravish you in the stacks of this shop, instead. No purchase required."

"James," you scold. Your grip on his jacket tightens and he can tell you're fighting a smile. "I will not be kicked out for public indecency. Who even says ravish, anyway? Who are you, a historical romance hero?"

He nods very seriously. "That's my day job, obviously. How did you not know? You really should pay more attention to me." That earns him an eye roll and tug at the corner of your mouth .

"Poor you," you drone. "Most neglected boyfriend on the planet."

He drags his thumb across your skin, watching it pull. Your nostrils flare. "No," he says. "No, I don't think so. You couldn't neglect me if you tried." He moves his face closer, so close that your noses brush. Your eyelashes flutter and your eyes close.

"Only because you're so bloody loud," you say, softly. "It's very hard to ignore you." He scoffs.

"Careful," he says. "Or I might think you're flirting with me." He drags it out even more, brushing his lips over yours without properly kissing you.

"Now that would be a real blow to my reputa--" you say, but he ends his own game and presses his lips to yours. You gasp and he swallows it, right there in the fiction section of the bookshop. James doesn't let it go on too long, lest you actually get kicked out, which would be a shame since he knows you do like this place normally. So after a few mostly decent-for-public kisses, he pulls away. Your hands loosen their grip on his jacket and he releases your face.

"Shall we go, then?" he asks, finding his voice a little rough. He loves the effect you have on him. You nod, frustration seemingly gone for now.

"I hate when you do that," you grumble, linking your fingers together. He squeezes your hand. "Cheer me up so easily."

"No, you don't," he says, beaming at you. You reach up and flick a loose curl back into place.

"No, I don't," you say, suppressing a smile. "I still don't have my book, though." Well, at least you no longer look put out about it.

"Then we'll go to every shop in the city, silly girl," James says, tugging you toward the exit. "We've got all day."

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[wannaeatramyeon]

//peeks in here//

I am shyly going to ask if requesting where the reader is Goo’s younger sister and where Samuel somehow gets hired to protect Goo’s younger sister (despite the younger sister knowing some self defense) / the reader falling for Samuel? Would be okay with you? :0 (if that makes any sense-)

If not, that’s totally fine :>

Just thought I’d give it a shot aha-

Sure that's ok with me anon! Sorry for the delay! Man I miss the days before Sammy was fully unhinged.

Samuel Seo x Goo's Younger Sister!Reader: Plushie

Goo doesn't like this.

The way your eyes widen upon first meeting, the way his linger a moment too long.

If he wasn't busy being out of town, running around like Charles Choi's very well paid dog, he wouldn't need to do this.

But Samuel, with his terrible daddy issues and irrational need to prove himself-

Goo might as well take advantage of it.

"If she misses even a hair on her pretty lil head then I'll cut yours off, ok Samuel?"

"Oppa!"

.

.

Sammy-

(Or Samuel as he likes to be called. Which you learned after you earned a disapproving glare and a correction each time. Good thing his glares have no effect on you and you don't care what he likes.)

- is more patient with you than his haughty and bored expression may suggest.

To your annoyance, it seems that he has taken your Oppa's word to heart and has made it his current life mission to keep you in sight and within reach almost all times.

"What do you like to watch, Sammy?"

As if on reflex, the glare comes. Except it doesn't hold anywhere near as much frostiness as it did in the first couple days. He's still exasperated, but becoming resigned to his unfavourable nickname.

"Nothing."

You're also getting used to his short, curt responses.

If you think about it, It's kind of ridiculous that this man is sitting next to you in your apartment. Very close quarters. Shadowing you for over a week now.

Dressed down. In a hoodie that is at once large and comfy, yet extremely tight in certain areas, and sweatpants. His dress code has gradually loosened. From expensive tailored suits, to casual shirts and chinos, and now to this.

This situation can be read as intimate. Except he's only here because he has to be, and your Oppa doesn't believe you can protect yourself.

(You wanted to tell Goo that he's wrong. He was the one that trained you up, after all. But there's no stopping him once he gets something in his head.)

"You must like to watch something. Action? Thrillers? Comedies? Documentaries?" 

"I prefer to read."

You resist the urge to roll your eyes, "What about when you were a kid? You must like something then."

An inscrutable expression flashes across Samuel's face, his next words come out forced. "Nothing. I couldn’t- didn’t watch anything."

Oh. 

You file that away for another time, maybe when you don't have whatever this wall is between you. If that day ever comes.

That small bit of insight into what sort of boy this man used to be.

Because the likely reasons he couldn’t are either he wasn't allowed to or couldn't afford to, and neither of these are great choices.

You decide to breeze over it. For today. Deciding that Sammy is not the sort of person that would want any sort of sympathy. That he would most likely interpret it as pity.

"Well, let's watch this. It's my fave."

Unfortunately your fave is nothing short of absolute trash.

.

.

Samuel sits silent throughout the full 30 minutes.

At the end, you turn to him and press for his thoughts.

"It's... not bad."

His answer stuns you. You don't hide your expression and receive a small smile in return.

You look at him in a new light.

If someone was to ask either of you when it started, both of you would probably answer this moment was when the fondness started to grow.

.

.

Goo would likely kill him.

Trace a blade along each of his tattoos, dig in and watch the crimson flow.

If Goo knew that Samuel had any sort of anything towards you, Samuel would suffer a fate worse than death.

Still, the close quarters are doing nothing to help his budding interest.

The show was a turning point. From you being Goo's somewhat bratty and annoying sister-

(Goo is extremely bratty and annoying himself, of course it would run in the family.)

- to you being… Well.

You.

A fully formed person in your own right.

Your laughter changes from grating to infectious.

Your questions from prying to simply curious.

Your 'Sammy' from exasperating to endearing.

Even his assigned job to look after you no longer feels like a chore, another chance to nurture his Secret Friend status.

It's enjoyable.

.

.

Your shopping habits test the limit of Samuel's patience.

Your shoes are also testing the limit of your foot arch, but you decide it's worth it to see how long he can bear traipsing after you.

He might be winning this one as he follows you obediently, store after store.

Reaching for his wallet each time you carry an item towards the register. You rebuff him with a wave of your black credit card (technically, your Oppa's black credit card) and Samuel seems to suffer from not being able to perform this act of gallantry.

Offers his opinion even when you don't ask, usually in distaste at something you're looking at. A huff of laughter when you accuse him of being the one with no taste. 

Accuses outright you of being tasteless when you ponder over purchasing an adorable plushie.

Samuel dismisses it. "It's ugly."

"Well it reminds me of you!"

He stills for a moment, shock briefly crossing his face before chuckling. Eyes lighting up with mirth.

And you think 'damn him, he's not ugly at all.'

Annoyed, you return the plushie back to the shelf with force.

You're still petulant as you continue to look around afterwards, and he seems to relish in the way you stomp around heavy footed.

His apology comes hours later, when you're waiting at the food court. In the form of some greasy junk food you demanded in one hand; the plushie you squealed over and he physically recoiled at, in the other.

"To remind you of me," he smirks.

That night, as you lay awake with the plushie in your arms. You also think 'damn it, it does remind you of him.'

And squeeze it tighter to your body.

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[lyney-s-bitch]

pls do prompt nr. 21 with nagi pls pls thank u u r the best ily hihihihi

everyone say thank you Dae for sending in a request

this is kinda short-ish bc I’m just as lazy as him lol, but enjoy-

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Nagi Seishiro - spicy drabble

21. "Wait—uh—do… do that again."

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As per usual when you got home, your boyfriend Nagi Seishiro was splayed out on your shared bed, long limbs threatening to dangle off the edge with every unconscious twitch and jump whenever his character in the game he was currently playing would come close to dying. He groaned in disdain when he didn’t manage to react in time, the screen reading "game over". With an in your opinion adorable pout, he sat up and leaned against the headboard, dark grey eyes flitting over to you as you made your way towards the bed with an amused smile tugging on your lips.

"Awww, did you die because of me?" You mused, letting yourself plop down on the bed ungracefully and crawling into his lap, your arms and legs wrapping around him and your face nuzzling into his neck affectionately.

Almost automatically, Nagi adjusted his position to accommodate you, making sure both of you were comfortable before he picked his phone back up, restarting the game.

"Yeah. But it’s fine, I won’t die this time."

"If you say so", you mumble against his shoulder, resting and letting him do his thing for a bit while listening to the noises from the game and the occasional grunts of Nagi whenever it came close to being game over for him.

You smiled to yourself, mildly amused by how focused he was, given the fact that this man rarely ever bothered to focus on anything - besides video games and soccer, and sometimes you.

You shift a bit in his lap and adjust your position due to your legs threatening to fall asleep, as you hear a "Hey" and a quiet groan from Nagi. You hold still, turning your head towards him with an amused yet apologetic look.

"Did I make you die again? Sorry pumpkin, I’ll hold still now", you giggled, kissing his cheek before trying to turn around far enough to catch a glimpse of his screen.

"Wait—uh—do… do that again."

"Hm? You want another kiss?" You inquire, slightly confused about his request.

"That too. But I meant this", he replied and placed his large hand on the small of your back and pulled you against him once more, which earned a surprised gasp from you.

"Sei, if you were horny, why didn’t you just say so?" You questioned, raising your brows at him as you fought back a grin.

"I wasn’t until you did that. Now I am", Nagi countered matter-of-factly, biting his bottom lip as he repeated the motion and made you grind against him yet again. You rolled your eyes at his antics, but of course you indulged him, moving your hips and grinding down on him on your own now as you could soon feel his growing erection through his sweatpants.

Your movements were earning you a few deep moans from your boyfriend, who was clearly just leaning back and enjoying himself with his eyes closed for the time being. You stopped moving, narrowing your eyes at the frosty-haired man, who in turn opened one of his eyes to try and see why you stopped.

"What’s wrong?"

"What, do you expect me to do all the work?" You questioned him, despite already knowing the answer fully well.

"This is your fault, so yeah. You’ll have to take care of that." He closed his eyes again, but you could clearly see a little smirk tugging on the corners of his lips. You crossed your arms in front of your chest and glared at him.

"You’re a huge baby, y’know that?"

"Mhm, I’m your huge baby" He concluded, but before you could actually get upset, he sat up straight and captured your lips in a sloppy kiss, one of his hands placed on your hips while the other slowly slipped under the waistband of your pants, lazily rubbing circles against your clit, causing you to buck your hips into his hand and moan into his mouth - he loved seeing you get increasingly desperate for him, it always made him so much more eager to put in some effort and please you as well.

"But you’re right, it’s more fun playing in multiplayer mode", he mumbled against your lips, signifying that both of you would ultimately be having your fun tonight.

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@sugarkage get your mans😏😚

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A New Kind Of Mystery (Bungo Stray Dogs)

Whoops my hand slipped :D Heyo everyone! Today I bring you some Ranpoe cause I can :3 This is a gift for the amazing @intheticklecloset cause why the heck not? >:3 I hope you like it friend!

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@myreygn @thatbigbisexual29 @dirtpie39 @duckymcdoorknob @cupcake-spice13 @t-wordiiish @rachi-roo @chibisstuff @imjusthere07, @sevenincubistolemyheart

Summary: Books are Poe's life, but so is Ranpo and all his antics. Stressed about both, he inadvertently finds a way to make both work.

“Eeheehehehhe, Ranpooooo!” Poe squeaked, nearly breaking his pen in half when fingers pinched his ribs. “Please, I’m wohoohorking!”

“You always say that!” Ranpo teased, snuggling closer to the shy author as he carried on kneading his sides, earning even more giggles and squeaks. “Play with meeeeee~”

“Ahehahahaha, R-Rahhahahanpo STAHP!” Poe twisted around, catching the detective’s hands with his. “I reahally need to gehet this done. I can’t play right now.”

“Okay.” Ranpo nodded, a touch of hurt coloring his smile as he got up to go. “Well…call me when you’ve got down time, okay?” He turned to leave, whistling as he walked to the door.

“R-Right.” Poe nodded, giving the other one last smile as the detective disappeared, shutting the door behind him. When he was out of earshot, the author let his shoulders droop, head hitting the desk with a low groan. Why did books have to take so long? Mysteries couldn’t write themselves, and he always wanted to give Ranpo his best self when presenting a new book. Breaks were rare, and even those mainly consisted of naps and remembering to eat; not much else.

Ranpo, bless his heart, was so patient with him, but Poe couldn’t shake the image of that sad expression. He needed to make it right! He started to get up-

The sound of a car pulling out stopped him in his place. Looking out the window, he watched Ranpo head back to the Agency.

Shit- missed his chance.

“Gggggggrr?” Karl hopped onto the desk, tilting his head curiously up at Poe. The author stroked his head, trying not to cry.

“Oh Karl…I’m the worst boyfriend ever!” He moaned pathetically, gathering the racoon up in his arms. “I can’t even make time for Ranpo! He just wants to play- and here I am working on books-”

Books. Wait a minute…

“Oh…OH!” The ideas were turning in his mind. Karl climbed up on Poe’s head as the author gathered his things- a notebook for outlining, his typewriter for the final product, and most importantly; a framed photo of him and Ranpo the other gifted him when they first started dating.

“Don’t you worry, Ran. What you’re about to read is gonna be my greatest work.”

~~~

Greatest probably wasn’t the best choice of words, but it was certainly his fastest work.

Poe all but leaped for joy the morning he finished it- it was rough around the edges and didn’t have a title, but it was perfect! He could refine the work later- for now he needed to get this to Ranpo!

Taking the world's fastest shower, he texted his boyfriend an assortment of words that he hoped conveyed “Meet me at the park” before flying out the door, running as fast as he could, Karl hanging on to him by the back of his coat. The cold winter chill colored his cheeks, and his breath was frosty without his usual coat, but he couldn’t wait a second longer.

To his glee, Ranpo was where he wanted him, slurping on hot chocolate and kicking his feet against the bench. When their eyes met, he raised his cup in greeting.

“Poe-” A crash! A flop- Poe came tumbling before him in a heap of limbs and cloth, Karl leaping for safety at the last second. When the world stopped spinning, he found himself on his back, Ranpo’s wide eyes looking down at him.

“Poe!  Are you okay?” Instead of answering, the author pulled out the book- holding it up to him.

“It’s done! Here.” He gasped out. “Please, take it.”

Ranpo blinked. Then his eyes narrowed, irritated. “I haven’t seen or heard from you for two straight weeks and this is the first thing you say to me?” Hurt swallowed his anger as Ranpo sat back, hiding in his hat. “And here I thought you were just excited to see me…”

Oh no- this is not how he wanted it to go! Poe sat up, scooting closer to his boyfriend. “I’m sorry, Ranpo- truly I am! I was just so determined to get this book done. It’s a gift for you.”

“A gift?” Ranpo looked at him, somewhat guarded. “Not just me reviewing it?”

“Well- I would like to hear your thoughts on it after you finish it, but yes. I made it especially tailored for you and you alone.” Poe nodded, shaky as he held out the present. “I understand if you don’t want it. Not after me ignoring you for so long-”

“I’ll read it.” Ranpo took the book, running his fingers along the spine. “But I have a condition.”

“Oh?”

“After I read this- I want you to take a proper break from your work.” Ranpo gave him a stubborn glare, cheeks puffed some. “You’re my boyfriend, and I have a two week vacation coming up. I want to spend it with you. If you promise me that, I’ll give you my full attention to this book.”

Poe was..hesitant. He’d only ever taken short half day breaks from writing; never a full vacation. What would happen if he did stop writing for two weeks? Looking at Ranpo, a worse thought occurred.

What would happen if he didn’t?

“Okay.” He nodded, prioritizing. “Two week vacation.”

Ranpo seemed pleased, lightening up some. “Okay. Whenever you’re ready.”

Poe nodded, taking the book. He flipped it open and began the tale.

~~~

When Ranpo came to, he was in the usual setup. A mansion- old and Victoria. A handful of staff- maids and butlers and gardener’s alike. There was a dead body in the room to his left- he needed to figure out what happened.

A classic mystery, if not a little simple. He already knew who did it. He was about to voice the culprit-

But stopped. That wasn’t the deal.

“Okay Poe- I’ll play by the rules.” He decided, even if he was kinda disappointed. The way Poe all but crashed into him to deliver this book- how he made it out to be something special- he figured it’d be a bit more complex than this. He went over to the room where the body laid, ready to get this over with. “What’s in here- ehehehehehe!”

The second he touched the doorknob, something ticklish shot up his arm, making him retract and giggle. The detective stared, looking between the doorknob and his hand. There was nothing there that could do it, but it felt as if someone brushed his palm with a feather duster. He knew this was the right door, and yet…

Like a drop of pigment into clear water, Ranpo’s disappointment faded into curious excitement. “Now what is this all about?” He grinned, slowly reaching to touch the knob again. The second he touched it, he was giggling once more, barely hanging on as he twisted the knob. “Cohoohhome on, I knohohoohow this is the rohoohohohohoom!”

Eventually, he got it open. Sure enough, a body was there- dressed in fancy attire and wearing a racoon mask. Ranpo huffed for air as he rubbed his palm, eyes landing on a note pinned to the body.

So you found my victim. Can you find me?

~The Tickler

Ranpo snorted at the name, flipping the paper over to find the same racoon mask imprinted on the back. A feather hung off one of the ears in the drawing. When Ranpo looked up, the same feather was snug behind the mask on the body.

“So this is what you meant when you said it was for me.” Ranpo smiled as he gathered the soft item, twirling it in his fingers. “Okay Poe- you want to play? Let’s play.”

~~~

Ranpo carried on the mystery, growing more giggly as he went. Every correct clue he found had that same ticklish touch, sometimes on his hands if it was an item he had to gather, other times along his sides when he walked through the correct door. By the time he got to the culprit’s location, he was a flustered mess of laughter, rubbing his sides to rid himself of the ghostly feeling. “Ohoohohokay, Mr. Tickler. I finally found you!” He pushed open the door-

And was ambushed by a racoon!

“Ah! Ahehahahhahahaha! Geahahahahahhahah!” He squealed, trying and failing to catch the fluffy creature as it dug into his sides, back to his face so it’s fluffy tail swished and flicked against his nose and neck. “Kahhahahaharl, wahahhahait! It’s yohohohohohohohou!”

“So you figured it out.” The racoon cooed, sounding just like Poe as it carried on tickling him, nuzzling so much the detective was in pieces beneath him, struggling to curl up. “Didn’t expect little ol me to be so devious, did you?”

“Yohohoohohohu gohohohooohoht mehehehehehe! I shohohoohhuld have knohohohohown you’d be so dehehehehehvious!” The detective reached into his pocket with some difficulty, clenching his fist around a very important item. “Buhuhuhut you faahhahaailed to remememeeber ohohohohohone dehehehehtail!”

“Oh? And what would that be?” The raccoon asked, fur standing up when Ranpo shot his fist out. “What-Ah!”

“Yoohohohu forgot I hahahve a wehahapon!” Ranpo sat up, the feather in hand wiggling against the racoon’s face and ears as it squeaked and thrashed in his arms. “Now Karl- or should I say Poe. You’re the culprit!”

The world around them changed. Ranpo soon found himself once again in the park, Poe’s ability ending and returning him to the real world.  His body tingled with mirth, and the feather was no more. Before him, Poe was a mess of giggles on the floor, scrunched up and giggly. “Aheheahhaha…yohohou got mehehehe.”

“I sure did! Ehehehehe!” Ranpo raised his chin with pride, something soft replacing the feeling after. “You really did that for me.”

“Ohohof course I did. It’s the least I can do after ignoring you.” Poe sat up, hiding in his bangs as he pulled on his sleeves. “I prioritized my work over spending time with you, and I’m sorry for that. Going forward, I’m gonna work on finding a balance.”

Ranpo took it in, considering. Then he smiled, crawling over until he was side by side with his boyfriend, lying his head against his shoulder.

“I appreciate that. I don’t mind you writing; it’s your passion. Just…remember I’m still here, okay?” He felt Poe take his hand, squeezing it tightly.

“I will. I promise.”

“Good. Cause if you don’t…” Ranpo didn’t give any warning, shooting his hand out and squeezing his side. Poe yelped, falling backwards and taking the detective with him. “I’ll tickle you until you die!”

“Ah! Rahahhahanpo, the groohohohohund’s coohohohohld!”

“Is it now? I’ll just have to warm you up!”

“AH YOHOHOHOUR HANDS ARE COHOOHOHLD!”

“Hm…gotta warm those up too.” Ranpo giggled as he slid his hands up Poe’s shirt, delighted at how giggly he got. “Get ready, Poe. These upcoming two weeks are gonna be full of this stuff!”

“Ahehahhhahaha! Ihihihih’m alehhahhahahdy lohohoooohking fohohohhoward to ihihihihihit!” The words made Ranpo’s heart skip.

This was gonna be a good vacation.

Thanks for reading!

#BSD #edgar allen poe #ranpo edogawa #ranpoe #tickle #tickle fic #AHHHHH! :D #I had too much fun writing this one akljreajreakjrkaje #it's a bit experimental but what the heck #We love a risk here and there lols

[auroravictorium]

midnight rain (k.b.)

she was sunshine, i was midnight rain.

Summary: kaz and reader hunt down the person responsible for exposing their relationship to the dime lions, putting the reader at risk.

Pairing(s): kaz x fem!reader (established relationship)

Word Count: ~3.2k

Warnings: fighting, blood, guns, daggers, betrayal, very quick mention of drinking, minor cursing, poor proofreading lol sorry 

Genre: uhhhh primarily angst but there's some fluff at the end!

Author's Note: so i didn't mean for this to turn out as long as it did but... oops 😅 also i promise the next one will be fluffy!! i've been really loading on the angst, sorry. BUT I've got fluff in mind for the next few sooooo <3

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"What do you think this is about?" you asked Inej quietly, trailing behind her as she led you up the stairs to Kaz's office in the Club. He'd summoned Jesper too, but he wanted to see you first, which couldn't be good. Getting called to his office while the Club was already open meant he was okay with risking kruge being stolen, fake, or not in his pockets. 

"I have no idea. Has he said anything to you?" Inej muttered back. She smoothed her hands down the front of her pants, ensuring her knives were in place. She was on edge, caught off guard by the sudden meeting.

You blushed, though nobody could see it in the dim hallway, and absentmindedly brushed your fingers over your collarbone, where the necklace Kaz had given you hid beneath your shirt. Inej wasn't a fool. She knew about you and Kaz and had been the first to notice the lingering glances between the two of you; then you'd nearly died, and well... "No."

Inej sighed, and you could tell it bothered her that there was information she didn't have.

When you arrived at the door at the end of the hall, tucked out of sight from nosy or drunk patrons, you found your fellow Crows standing outside. They were looking around at each other, waiting for someone to be the first to gather the courage to ask what was going on. As you joined them, you crossed your arms over your chest and clutched your elbows. The air was frosty from tension. Five pairs of eyes turned to you as you joined the semicircle around Kaz's door. You stood between Jesper and Nina and looked around at your friends.

"What?" you hissed. Your eyes flicked to the closed office door, then back to the group staring at you. Matthias looked away when your gaze met his, and Wylan cringed away from the door. Jesper suddenly became very interested in the shine of his boots, and Nina was intensely examining her cuticles.

Inej was the only one who spoke and met your gaze. "Knock when you're ready," she said softly. You sighed and ran your hands down the front of your pants, mirroring Inej's nerves. When your palm brushed the dagger strapped to the outside of your thigh, you felt yourself calm slightly. Not that you would need a weapon against Kaz, but it was reassuring. You'd cheated death once. You could face an irritated Kaz.

"Saints be with you," Jesper mumbled, earning a shush from everyone but you. Wylan jabbed his elbow into Jesper's ribs, making Jesper wince. "Sorry."

"I don't think Saints will be enough," Nina whispered. 

"Not against the demjin himself," Matthias added under his breath.

If you weren't about to face an angry Kaz, you would have laughed at the sight of the Crows avoiding an office. All of you had faced death at least once, bore unsaintly amounts of trauma, and been through entirely too much in your relatively short lives. Yet all of you stood there, hoping that the saints could mitigate the wrath of Kaz Brekker.

Nobody moved a muscle, looking at you expectantly. A few thumps echoed from inside the office, sounding a lot like a cane hitting the ground as a certain demjin paced his office.

You definitely couldn't delay going in any longer. You moved toward the door, and the Crows scattered, disappearing down the hall and leaving you to whatever terrible news Kaz had summoned you to give.

You slipped inside the office and brushed your fingers over your necklace. "You wanted to see me?" you said, shutting the door behind you and lingering next to it.

Kaz was standing by the small, grimy window, reading over a piece of parchment for the thousandth time, judging by his mussed hair. He'd run his fingers through it so much that the hair stuck out every which way and flopped into his face. You longed to reach out and fix it but now wasn't the time.

You sat in the seat in front of his desk, waiting for him to address you. When he finished reading, he set it on the desk and slid it across to you. He jabbed the block of text with a gloved finger. "They know," he said flatly. Your brows furrowed in confusion, and you took the letter to read for yourself. 

Amalia Nikolaeva entered the Emerald Palace at ten past midnight last night. She exited around ten minutes later, holding a bag of coins. She was heading toward Fifth Harbor, but we lost sight due to fog.

It was short, but it was damning. Your blood ran cold, and you looked up from the letter. "Why?" Amalia had been friendly to you while giving you your tattoo, and she'd given no indication of being willing to betray the Dregs. You didn't want it to make sense, but this was Ketterdam. Betrayal was commonplace, lurking around every corner. Amalia's actions made perfect sense. If the price was right...

"The information was too valuable to not hand over," Kaz said. He turned and paced back over to the window. He spun his cane in his hand. "I wanted to tell you before we left that I intend to kill her."

You nodded slowly. It made sense. Kaz had a special treatment reserved for double agents, and it wasn't pretty. He hadn't earned the name Dirtyhands by being kind. "When are we leaving?"

"You're staying here." He didn't turn as he said it, but you knew from his voice alone that he wanted it to be nonnegotiable. He didn't want you to argue. But you weren't good at not arguing when the person Kaz was out to get had practically sold you to the Dime Lions. Amalia had put a bounty of Saints knew how much on your head, and you weren't going to sit back and wait for Kaz and Jesper to return. This was your fight, too.

You stood. "No. I'm coming with you." You stared at Kaz's back, challenging him to fight you. Rage began to burn beneath your skin. It had been almost three years since you'd had to do dirty work like this, since you'd felt the need to do it, but that familiar ruthlessness was waking up within you again. It stirred, waiting to be called into action.

Kaz had recruited you because you weren't kind either. You were both willing to do what needed to be done, even if it meant cleaning blood out of your clothes at the end of the day.

Kaz exhaled, long and slow. He wanted to fight you on this. If he could, he'd tie you to a chair and make you stay there until he returned. But he knew this wasn't just his problem to solve. It affected you too. "If things go south, you leave the city," he finally said. "There's a boat to Ravka leaving Fifth Harbor at dawn."

"I won't do that." You wouldn't leave him to whatever fate this damned city would deal him.

He turned to face you, and his eyes lit up with unexpected fury. "Half the city is after you." Because you're associated with me, he silently added. And I was a fool to trust Amalia to not say anything about me going with you for your tattoo or keep that moment between us quiet. "Promise me."

The look on his face melted your willpower. He meant it. He wanted you to leave him if something went wrong. "Fine," you said softly. You hoped it wouldn't come to that; you didn't think you'd have the strength. "I will."

He nodded, and the ferocity in his eyes dimmed. "Where's Jesper?"

You dropped your voice to a whisper. "Listening at the door."

Kaz silently crossed the room, muttered something uncomplimentary, then opened the door. Jesper and Nina nearly toppled inside, and the rest turned away and pretended they weren't waiting up against the wall. "Jesper, shouldn't you be getting ready to leave?" Kaz grumbled. "The rest of you should be downstairs."

The Crows erupted into murmurs and scattered again. Their footsteps thundered against the stairs as they disappeared back into the noise of the roaring laughter and clinking kruge in the gambling hall below.

Kaz shut the door again and looked at you. "Did you know they were listening?"

"Not until Jesper told Matthias to shut up," you answered, offering a tiny smile. You reached out and gently squeezed Kaz's hand. "It's not your fault."

Kaz squeezed your hand back and released it. He reached for his coat and pulled it on. "If that were true, you wouldn't be in danger."

"I knew the risk. I chose this, Kaz." How could you make him understand that he wasn't at fault for the Dime Lions knowing about you? The only person at fault was Amalia for choosing to turn her back on the Dregs and using your relationship with Kaz as means to do so. 

"You didn't choose the danger. You chose to stop running." He looked at you pointedly, and you remembered when he caught you in an alley nearly three years ago and offered you a place in the Dregs. He'd heard someone was robbing the rich within the Geldstraat and then taking the money back to the Barrel for the prostitutes and beggars on the streets. On rare occasions, you'd even maimed a few of the Geldstraat's richest residents as vengeance, primarily those who used and abused those within the Barrel.

"I chose to be with you and chose everything that comes with it," you shot back, stuffing your hands in your coat pockets. "I don't regret that."

Kaz saw the truth in your eyes, and he nodded his head slowly. He didn't quite know what to say to such an open confession. He wished he could do that so effortlessly.

So, he settled for what he did know how to say. "Are you ready to go?"

You nodded. You had a dagger on your thigh, two on your waist, and a gun in its holster, all underneath your coat. There were additional weapons within the coat itself, but those were merely insurance.

The two of you went downstairs to meet Jesper, and you took the back exit out of the Club. "No mourners," Kaz said, limping ahead of the two of you and gesturing to a carriage he'd already called. 

"No funerals," you and Jesper echoed.

The carriage took you up the East Stave and past Amalia's parlor next to the harbor. According to another report, she was hiding near the Fourth Harbor, hoping to sneak onto a ship bound for Ravka.

"Smart girl, but too late," Jesper muttered beside you, leaning his head against the carriage wall. Periodically, the wheels would hit a bump, and his head would hit the wall with a sharp smack. The sight of Jesper simply accepting the discomfort would have amused you if you weren't about to act on the searing vengeance underneath your skin. Instead, you were unusually calm and found yourself staring out the small carriage window during the ride.

Kaz threw a pouch of coins at the carriage driver when you came to a stop outside an alley that was disgusting by Ketterdam standards. It was grimy, and rats skittered in and out with bits of food in tow. Your need for revenge wavered as you imagined Amalia waiting in that alley for hours, hoping to stow away on a ship.

Then you remembered she sold you out to the Dime Lions, and that fury came right back to you.

You unsheathed your dagger as the three of you entered the alley. Jesper and Kaz took the first two doors, pounding on them and asking the occupants whether they'd seen a Grisha woman of Amalia's description. You moved further into the alley, slowly moving and peering around garbage, boxes, and crates.

You sensed movement to your right and whirled as Amalia leaped out from behind a large crate at you. You dodged, and she went stumbling toward the brick wall. She turned and went for you again, and you clashed with each other. She also had a dagger, and your blades scraped against each other as you tried to disarm the other. Sometime in the fight, her knuckles brushed your face, and pain seared across your cheekbone.

"What did you gain?" you hissed, knocking her back and shoving her toward the wall. You bared your dagger again and slashed it toward her in a wide arc. She ducked, and metal met the brick wall. You turned to keep up with her, not wanting a repeat of a blade between your ribs. "Was it worth the kruge?"

"There's no kruge," she snarled back. She cut the air with her blade, narrowly missing your chest. "Rollins gave me fakes." She dodged a fist you threw her way and launched herself at you. Both of you abandoned your blades in favor of your hands, and you were about to aim for her nose when shuffling came from your right.

The metal end of Kaz's cane struck her in the side of the head with nonlethal force, but hard enough to send her crumpling to the ground. Blood splattered across the gravel beneath you and the wall, and a gash opened on the side of her head. It seeped blood, and she lifted her fingers to it, trying to heal it with her powers. 

You knocked her arm to the side with your foot and stepped on her hand, making her scream in agony. Jesper appeared and pinned her other arm, holding his gun to her temple. She sobbed but stopped moving, accepting that she was vastly outnumbered.

Beside you, Kaz pressed the blunt end of his cane to her throat. "Why did you do it?" he asked coolly. You knew him well enough to detect the fiery anger in his voice. She'd injured you, and he didn't appreciate that. "I paid for your parlor and sent you clients."

"Not enough, not enough," she cried. "I needed more. To go home."

The cane against her throat pressed harder against her windpipe, and she coughed, trying to get air. "Is that so?"

You held up a hand, silencing Kaz as you peered at her tear-stained face. This was not the desperation of someone who just wanted to return home. It was more than that. She wasn't just trying to support herself. "Who are you trying to return to?"

She shook her head, displacing the cane against her throat. A bruise blossomed where it had once been, but she was powerless to heal it with her hands pinned. "I didn't want to," she croaked. "I didn't want to do it. I needed the money."

"She asked you a question," Kaz growled. His hand twitched, threatening to bring the cane down again, and Amalia flinched.

"A boy. My father sent me away because he didn't approve, but I swore I'd return." She sobbed again and let her eyes slip shut. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Saints forgive me."

"Move," you said softly, gesturing for Jesper to release her from gunpoint. He glanced up at you, unconvinced, but you nodded to confirm the order. Jesper holstered his weapon but kept her arm pinned beneath his knee. "Release her. Both of you."

The boys moved back but remained within striking and shooting distance. Unease rolled off them in waves, and Kaz twitched beside you, itching to follow through with his threat. You looked down at Amalia and took in how bruised and battered she was, all because she'd tried to get home. 

You had a choice. You could let Kaz kill her as he'd vowed to do, or you could let her go home. Nothing could remove the bounty she'd placed on your head except for your death or capture by the Dime Lions, but you could provide her with the means she needed to go home. You'd gain nothing but less weight on your conscience. In Ketterdam, that wasn't good enough. There always needed to be more, but for you...

You could nurture that small piece of good within you, protect it from the viciousness of Ketterdam. You would never be kind, nor could you take back the wounds left on her skin. But you could help her where everyone else hadn't.

You reached into the inner pocket of your coat for the pouch of kruge containing your last month's wages. "A ship leaves at dawn from Fifth Harbor, bound for Ravka. Tell them Dirtyhands sent you." You glanced at Kaz, begging him to agree. He didn't look pleased, but he nodded.

Amalia's eyes widened when she saw the pouch of kruge, but you recognized the doubt in them. 

"We have no tolerance for fake coin." You held out the purse to her. "It should be enough to get you wherever you need to be."

Shakily, Amalia sat up and took the money. Her eyes flicked between the three of you. "I'm sorry," she whispered again. 

You shook your head. You didn't want to hear apologies. "Don't. Make it worth it, and don't look back."

She opened the pouch and saw it was all genuine kruge. Slowly, she got to her feet and smoothed out her clothing. Her wounds started to heal, and then she pressed gentle fingers to your face. The bruise there disappeared, as did your growing headache.

Then, without a word, Amalia darted out of the alley and vanished.

"A moment, Jesper," Kaz murmured. He'd been remarkably silent through the whole exchange.

Jesper looked at you as if he didn't recognize you, then left without argument, stepping out of the alley to wait for you and Kaz.

The two of you were silent for a few long moments, looking down at the blood-splattered ground. Guilt gnawed at you. Amalia only wanted to return home to the boy she loved, and the three of you had attacked her. But she'd handed you to the Dime Lions first, and you still had to contend with that while she could escape the city. You weren't sure how to feel.

"That was too kind," Kaz finally said. "She deserved much worse."

You shook her head. "No, she didn't," you responded, then lapsed into silence again. You forced yourself to look away from the bloodstains on the ground.

"Ketterdam doesn't deserve someone like you." Kaz looked up at the cloudy sky, ready to drop rain over your heads at any moment. But still, there were a few patches where sunlight was trying to break through. You were a lot like that, he thought. Sunny and kinder than most in the city, trying to find the patches of good within him and Ketterdam. He was like the rain on a summer evening, washing away the good at every turn.

Kaz didn't add the rest of what he wanted to say. I don't either.

"You deserve more," you whispered, turning your face to the sky. You slipped your hand into his. You wished you could tell him again that you didn't blame him for the danger you were now in, but this wasn't the place. You settled for clasping his hand and lacing your fingers with his while the rest of Ketterdam continued on under the hazy sky.

He tapped your shoe with his cane in response, and it seemed to mean infinitely more now. More than just I'm here. Because you chose him and all of his faults, and you chose this city with its violence, greed, and corruption. Kaz kept your hand in his as he led you back out of the alley and into the carriage to go home, hoping it would tell you just how grateful he was that you were there.

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[ynscrazylife]

Could you do wandanat x reader for the Xmas movie prompt? 🥰💕

Bickering Over Holiday Movies

Note: Wanda is Jewish in the comics so I write her as Jewish in the MCU! I decided to go for general holiday movies instead of specifically Christmas.

Wanda likes watching the holiday episodes of her favorite sitcoms while Natasha prefers watching any sort of holiday movies. This leaves you in the middle as they bicker back-and-forth (lovingly, but sometimes still a little bit annoying). You’ll all settle down for the movie night, thinking that this was taken care of because they said you could choose, when they change their minds.

You sit on the couch, eating some marshmallows, as Wanda and Natasha argue. It’s almost more entertaining than whatever you guys were gonna watch, you think to yourself. They end up going on for so long that when you turn on whatever you want to watch (Charlie Brown or Frosty The Snowman is my personal choice), they don’t even notice and continue bickering over the T.V.

You tune them out because they almost seem to enjoy arguing with each other. They look cute when they’re frustrated, too. When you finish the marshmallows, you get bored, and end up throwing a pillow at them.

“Hey! Do you even remember what you’re arguing about anymore?” You ask them, smirking.

They both turn to you, realizing just how long they’ve been arguing. You can see it dawn on them by the mere looks on their faces. “Y’know, I’m feeling pretty neglected here, left all alone while you go back-and-forth,” you say, maybe a little dramatically.

Natasha and Wanda pass a smile between them before they both sit down on either side of you. “Oh, you’re feeling neglected?” Natasha asks, poking your side which elicits a giggle.

“We can’t have that,” Wanda said, leaning in and kissing you on the cheek.

Both women settle in, grabbing a couple blankets to throw on the three of you. They wrap their arms around you and you gladly snuggle into them, all of you focusing on the television.

“Great choice, babe,” Natasha comments.

“I know,” you say, smirking (which earns you another ticklish poke from Wanda).

The three of you enjoy the cozy night together, cuddled up in the blankets and basking in each other’s warmth and comfort. Natasha and Wanda are sure to bicker again, but it’ll pass. It always does.

#wandanat #wandanat x reader #wandanat x y/n #wandanat x you #scarletwidow #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff fanfic #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff fluff #wanda maximoff fluff #wanda maximoff fanfiction #natasha x wanda

[5ueckers]

you belong with me — teaser

a/n : i wanted to have this finished by today but 😢 here's a lil snippet instead! for context, this specific part takes place in july of 2019, before the start of p's senior year of high school, and reader is her best friend and teammate. happy valentine's! 💕

paige doesn’t get what you see in him.

for one, he’s really not that cute, contrary to what all your other friends believe— there are a million five–foot–ten boys with curly blond hair and green eyes in the world, and you’re pretty enough to have any one of them that you want. for two, he’s so boring. he’s always got you holed up at his ridiculously large house doing something lame, when you could be with her, actually having fun. and lastly, he’s not even that good of a boyfriend. sure, he takes you out on dates and drives you around in his stupid car and surprises you with flowers and gifts, but those are all things she’s done for you and she’s only your friend. it’s the bare minimum, and you deserve a lot better than that; you deserve the world.

she thinks she might actually be sick, watching him tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear and smile at you, leaning in for a kiss. his face is actually so gross, she gags.

“stop, leave her be,” azzi’s voice comes with a little laugh as her hand closes around paige’s forearm, tugging playfully, but the blonde still struggles to tear her eyes away. “paige.”

“they’re disgusting,” paige gripes as she finally looks away, taking a sip of her dr. pepper, not even bothering with her burger and fries anymore. witnessing that interaction ruined her appetite.

“they’re in love,” azzi teases, dragging out the ‘o’, and paige grumbles around her straw, eyes rolling dismissively.

you aren’t in love with him. yeah, it’s been three months since you officially started dating, but paige actually knows you; you’ve liked plenty of guys since she met you in seventh grade, and none of them have ever really meant anything. soon enough, you’ll get bored of him, just like all the others, and it’ll go back to just being you and her again, like it should be.

hopefully, that’s before the season starts in november. she doesn’t want to have to see you with him at homecoming, or even worse, at one of your games— she’d really be revolted, then.

“no, i agree with p,” kayhla chimes in on the conversation. “get a room!” she shouts, hands cupped around her mouth to accentuate the sound, earning the attention of you, him, and everyone else in the wendy’s.

your eyes get all wide and your cheeks tinge red, and the table erupts into giggles at your embarrassed reaction. you step away from him, finally, and turn back to the counter, smiling politely at the cashier as she slides a tray of chocolate and vanilla frosties toward you, and another toward him. paige can’t help but feel a bit smug when you return to the table and reclaim your seat next to her— it’s an end–seat, so he has to sit across from you both. she casually stretches her arm out over your shoulders, and shoves a spoonful of chocolate frosty into her mouth with her free hand.

“you guys are mean,” you say, reaching out for one of her abandoned fries. you don’t do anything about her arm.

“don’t be a freak, then,” paige replies, and you jab her in the side with your elbow, which only makes her laugh harder.

“oh, you have no right to be calling anyone a freak,” you retort playfully. “don’t make me bring up last summer—”

“woah, nah, okay! okay, you win!”

paige throws up her hands in surrender, and everyone at the table laughs again— everyone, except for him. you, on the other hand, laugh especially hard. she can’t lie, it’s vindicating knowing there are parts of you that he hasn’t yet breached, that she can make you laugh this hard and he has no clue why.

that she actually knows you. unlike him, paige isn’t temporary. you’ll get bored of him, and things will go back to being the way they’re supposed to be.

just you and her.

#fic : you belong with me. #paige bueckers x reader #paige bueckers #wlw #uconn wbb #lowkey girls like girls by hayley kiyoko coded too now that i think abt it #alsoooo the ended of this passage is subject to change cause i don’t like itttt

[cherrychilli]

MDNI, NSFW, AFAB reader, Dilf! Steve x babysitter reader, age gap (reader is in her early 20's and Steve is in his early 40's), P in V sex

Needed a break from writing my next Dilf! Steve drabble to write this mini Dilf! Steve drabble instead.

When the kids asked if they could spend the afternoon swimming in their pool the next time you babysat you made sure to come prepared. A bikini, you decided, would be too suspect so you used some of your earnings to buy yourself a new one piece, cherry red and bound to draw their father's attention. You stretch out on a sun lounger as the kids splash around noisily, completely oblivious to anything happening outside the pool. Peeking up from the magazine you're pretending to be invested in, your eyes linger on the balcony overlooking the pool, waiting for Steve to make an appearance now that he's back home from work. When he shows up you see he's ditched the tie and jacket, still dressed in his work pants and white button up with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Who's teasing who here, exactly? you wonder briefly, taking in how good he looks.

You pretend not to notice him as he looks over from the kids to you in your new suit, your bare legs and thighs on display, all smooth and glistening with lotion as you idly rub them together. With the sun beating down you have the perfect excuse to move on to your next ploy. Setting the magazine aside to reach into the cooler next to you, rustling around until you pull out a frosty strawberry popsicle. You know he's still watching you. You can feel his heated gaze trained on you as you unwrap the treat and run your tongue over the sugary ice. You begin sucking on it slowly, taking your time and staining your tongue red when you lap at the juices dripping on to your fingers.

You lick the mess clean when there's nothing left but the little wooden stick and when you're done, you make your way to the pool, hips swaying with each step. You dip into the water and wade leisurely while the kids tire themselves out, patiently counting down the minutes until the man peering at you finally cracks. It doesn't take Steve much longer to appear downstairs, standing at the entryway with his hands on his hips. "Alright, get inside, get changed and get started on your homework", he calls out to the kids, brushing off their protests and grumbling with a firm look that told them there would be no negotiating. "The grown ups need to have a little talk", he adds, eyes landing on you in a quiet warning. You exit the pool once the kids trudge inside and race to their rooms, readjusting your suit to hike it up your hips and let more of your ass show through the cuts. "Is there a problem, Mr. Harrington?", you blink up at him sweetly, knowing it would work him up even more. He looks conflicted. Like he's restraining himself, scanning your wet body, following the droplets trailing between your cleavage, eyeing the suit clinging to you like a second skin.

"Pool house. Now", he lets out in a low growl.

Your back is to the wall as soon as you're inside and the door's shut. Steve corners you there, one of his palms planted on the wall by your head and the other sliding down your waist. "Little tight on you, don't you think?" he observed. It was. You'd purposely gone a size down to make sure it hugged you perfectly. "You think so? I hadn't noticed", you countered playfully, content on playing dumb a little longer.

He sighs, "last night wasn't enough? need more already?", you shy away from his gaze at the mention of that, focusing on his belt which you wanted to undo instead. Maybe you were being a little greedy but you couldn't help it. The sneaking around was exhilarating and the sex was nothing short of addictive. "First you snuck into my shower last night and begged me to fuck you before I took you home", he reminded as your cheeks warmed. "Then I come back home after a long day at work, hoping to relax and this is how I find you", slipping a finger under your suit above your hip and pulling the damp material until it snaps back against your skin.

"And that bit with the popsicle? not very subtle was it, honey?"

A shiver runs through you, full of anticipation because you know he's not really annoyed. He's not anywhere near fed up because you know this is his way of trying to keep it together. Trying to subdue how badly he wants to fuck you stupid all the time without having to worry about people finding out. "It's hot out today... I was only trying to cool down", you cover meekly.

He scoffs, "bad liar too, huh?"

You pout, feigning a wounded look.

"Well you've got my attention now", he lets up, pulling the strip of material between your legs aside to expose your pussy and swipe his fingers through your slick folds.

"Tell me what you want"

You give in instantly, uncaring of how desperate it might seem because right now, that's exactly how you feel.

"Need you to fuck me, Steve", you clutch at the front of his shirt, tugging him down until his lips are ghosting over yours. The hand at your waist slips down to squeeze your ass, his stubble scratching lightly against your chin as he licks over your bottom lip, still sweet with strawberry.

"We don't have much time" he circles your clit, watching you closely as you mewl and squirm under him.

"Gonna have to be quick".

You knew what that meant. With Steve you learned that 'quick' really meant hard.

"Turn around" he commanded and you pressed yourself against the wall, arching your back and popping your ass out for him as he undid his belt. He rubs his bare cock over your ass a few times, the cherry red swim suit still wet and soft enough for him to glide it over with ease.

You gasp when you feel him peel your swimsuit aside and prod his tip at your waiting entrance, one hand on your hip and the other coming up to wrap around your mouth. "Can't make any noise, ok sweetheart?" He pushes in as you let out a muffled whine, feeling yourself stretch around his fat cock. "Fuck, so tight", he hisses against your ear. "Always so fucking tight..." he repeats, rocking into you quicker, working up to an unforgiving pace.

#steve harrington smut #stranger things smut #dilf! steve #dilf steve #dilf! steve harrington #dilf steve harrington

[blueysobssesions]

- Shadows in the snow -

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ ~ While having fun at BSAA headquarters. Little did you know, a shadow lurked in the snow-covered night, slowly making its way to the heart of the celebration.

~ Albert Wesker x reader

The BSAA Christmas bash was in full swing, and I found myself engrossed in a spirited chat with Leon, swapping stories and laughs to soak in the festive vibes. The room buzzed with joy, but little did we know, the night was about to take a dark twist.

"So, Leon, did you hear the one about Chris trying to convince everyone that reindeer were some fancy B.O.W.?" I teased, earning a chuckle from the man himself.

"That's classic Chris," Leon grinned. "I can totally picture him doing that."

As we bantered away, the door crashed open dramatically, stealing everyone's attention. Enter Albert Wesker, the unexpected guest who cast an ominous shadow over our jolly gathering. The room fell silent, and a frosty air replaced the holiday warmth as Wesker's piercing gaze zeroed in on me.

"I hope I'm not interrupting the festivities," Wesker drawled, his voice slicing through the suddenly tense atmosphere.

Chris, Jill, Carlos, Rebecca, and Claire exchanged puzzled glances, ready for action. I shot a worried look at Leon as Wesker approached, that sly grin of his refusing to fade.

"What's he doing here?" Chris muttered, hand hovering over his sidearm.

Before anyone could react, Wesker addressed the room. "Ah, the illustrious BSAA gathering. How quaint. I trust you're all enjoying your little holiday celebration."

The room tensed as Wesker's gaze lingered on me. "My dear, I couldn't resist the opportunity to witness the festivities. And, of course, to extend a special invitation."

A murmur swept through the group as Wesker extended a gloved hand toward me, a dark invitation to join him. Uncertainty hung thick in the air.

Chris stepped forward, unwavering. "What's the game, Wesker? We're not falling for your tricks."

Wesker chuckled, acknowledging Chris's skepticism. "No games, Chris. Just a dance. I thought it would be a fitting way to catch up, don't you think?"

Chris stepped forward, stern. "A dance? What's your game?"

Wesker glanced at the gun pointed at him. "No game, Chris. I've come to extend an invitation, and the choice lies with our dear friend here." He gestured toward me.

"You don't need to crash a Christmas party to see me, Wesker!" I declared, my voice firm.

Wesker's grin widened. "Drama adds excitement to Christmas, my dear. What's the holiday without a bit of thrill?"

Leon's grip tightened, the room pulsating with tension. I chose a moment of silence before questioning, "What if... I don't?"

Wesker's demeanor shifted. "You think you have a choice? You underestimate the gravity of the situation."

Comrades stepped back, wary. Chris warned, "Whatever game you're playing won't end well."

Ignoring the warning, Wesker conjured Uroboros tendrils, darkness enveloping the room. Panic set in as the once-festive party transformed into a stage for confrontation.

"I offered a dance, and you dare refuse?" Wesker's possessiveness chilled the air. "Perhaps a taste of Uroboros will change your mind."

Tendrils twisted, panic spread, and Chris prepared for a fight. But Jill intervened, "Enough, Wesker. You won't use Uroboros on innocent people. We won't let you."

Frustration flickered in Wesker's eyes. The room held its breath, uncertainty thickening the air. The choice was mine—defy Wesker and face Uroboros or find a way to prevent further catastrophe on this once-festive Christmas Eve.

⤹ - Bluey here! Thank you for reading this completely >.&lt;

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[sunboki]

heyy I love your work so much and was wondering if I could join the event💜💜

love language- quality time

member- Lee know

I was wondering if you could just write a short drabble thanksss💜💜💜

-💜

lee minho x gn. reader

word count . 630 words

notes . aren’t you just the sweetest :( thank you sm for participating, i hope this piece is to your liking!

— event masterlist

Okay. It's go time. You coach yourself, awkwardly standing by the doorway to attempt calming your nerves before walking in to see your date, Lee Minho, who’s responsible for your nervousness in the first place. But seriously, it’s impossible to not be nervous when in the presence of the esteemed Lee Minho — he’s drop dead gorgeous.

Taking a deep breath, you step inside, managing to spot him sitting among chatting couples from how brightly he shines; starkly handsome.

“Hi.” You quickly greet, already stumbling over your feet while clumsily adjusting the chair, wiping sweaty palms on your legs in the process. This is an incoming disaster, you can feel it in your bones.

Fortunately, he greets you with a sweet smile, tapping perfectly manicured fingernails atop the menu.

“Do I scare you that much? I saw you at the door.”

Shit. Now you’ve done it.

And just like that, you deflate.

“..I don't want to mess things up and make you think I'm an absolute loser.” You mumble, glaring at the dessert section in hopes some miraculous courage will fuel you through.

“If I thought you were an absolute loser I’d be sitting here with Han Jisung instead.”

“‘m sure he would appreciate hearing that.” Quick witted, you reply, slow smile creeping onto your face. You failed to notice his heart eyes when he saw you lighten up.

He’s quiet, arms crossed over his chest with a taut smirk upon plush lips as his eyes flickered over your face.

“I like that.”

“What?”

“You’re acting like yourself, I like it more.”

You chew on your bottom lip, staring down before burying your face into your hands and shaking around childishly.

“It took enough courage to even make eye contact Lee Minho, you’re seriously testing my limits.” You whine, peeking between your fingers upon hearing his high-pitched, lively laugh.

Being honest, you hadn’t witnessed it much considering his usual poker-face ridden frame focused on documents — thinking of something you’d never guess. So to see him laugh was refreshing, truly. As pretty as he normally looked, seeing him laugh fully encapsulated all of the charm.

The date continued on smoother than you could’ve imagined, filled with playful banter and honeyed smiles. That is until the plates grew sparse of pastries and your cup went from full to empty. Though kindly enough, the model-off-duty offered to walk you back to your place.

“Thank god I didn’t spill coffee all over myself, that would’ve killed me.” You joke, swaying back and forth beside him, your head tilted up to the sky above. You fail to notice his heart eyes for a second time.

“Hmm, then I'd give you my coat.” He suggestively grinned, earning a light punch to the shoulder while walking along the sidewalk.

There’s a short silence, breath fogging up small puffs from the cold and you can’t help but thank whomever above for getting you this far.

“Will you give me your coat regardless?”

Wow, confidence. Where did she come from?

Minho sent you a nonsensical stare, though shaking off the clothing to drape over your shoulders all the same; his ears dusting a soft pink you knew he’d excuse as the frosty weather. Cute.

“You said this is your stop?” He halts and you skid to a stop, not even realizing how far you had gotten while caught up in conversation. You could talk to Minho for hours.

“Oh! Yeah, here’s your coat-“Keep it— for the next time we meet, I mean.”

“Next time?” You wiggle your eyebrows, dissolving into giggles as the boy lightly shoves you forward.

“Yah, just get inside.”

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[lum13]

Orpheus. (Keep the promise)

Chapter two of the mute series

Wednesday knew falling in love with you will only result in pain. Both for her, and for you.

So why is she falling in love again?

Wednesday Addams x fem! reader

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Wednesday was avoiding you.

The first time it happened, you shrugged it off– thinking it was just a coincidence. But as more time passed, you became convinced she was, in fact, avoiding you.

It all started right after your meeting in the library. You were going to ask for her phone number, but before you could say anything, she walked right past you, leaving you alone in the middle of the library.

That can happen, she could’ve had something to do– could’ve been too busy to hang around. 

But the next day you tried to find her, she was always somewhere else, doing something else. You didn’t notice until Enid lied to you about what Wednesday was doing. Her lie was painstakingly obvious, as you could clearly see her lie through like a glass.

It broke your heart to see her refusing to interact with you. But after some time, you came to accept the fact, thinking she had a good reason to. She was Wednesday Addams after all, Wednesday always had a reason for everything.

“Wait, so she has time on Saturday this week? We really need to finish this project.” You said, sighing as you rubbed your temple, trying to relieve your headaches. You barely got any sleep yesterday, due to your assignments that were  keeping you up all night.

Enid fidgeted under your gaze, motioning her hands in a circle, wincing as she let out a small  “ummm..”

“She doesn't have time.” You finished for her, earning a nod from the blonde. You groaned, waves of headache crashing you again. 

Is she seriously going to ignore you forever?

“Tell her to let me know when she comes back.” You said. Sighing, you turned towards the exit, frustrated and defeated.

You stumbled out of the dorm, the tapping of your shoes against the ground echoing through the hallway. Breathing in, your lungs filled with frosty night air. 

Looking up, your eyes glistened under the stars. Your breath turned into blobs of faint white fog as you breathed back out– and you shivered from the unusual contrast of the temperature between the air and your skin. Melted snow made pools that glowed under the silvery moonlight– it probably wouldn’t take too long for it to freeze again.

The dark sky with just a hint of blue reminded you of the silky hair of a certain girl. Again, your mind wandered back to where it started from– Wednesday Addams.

A motion in the corner of your vision snapped you out of your thoughts. You whipped your head towards it– and widened your eyes when you realized who it was.

“Wednesday!” You called out, your legs already making their way towards the figure before you could even think. The frustration slowly ebbed away from you, leaving only the bubbly, soft feeling in your chest. It was marvel how a girl could lift your spirits like that. All while she’s the cause of your distress, too.

Her body froze upon hearing your voice, which reminded you of the awkward relationship between you two. Right, she was trying to avoid you.

Nonetheless, you beamed at the girl, happy to see her once again. 

“We finally meet again! I was just talking to Enid about our project. Speaking of, are you free this thursday? We need to finish it by next week.” You asked, ignoring the stare that was boring through your head.

You patiently waited for an answer, Wednesday furrowing her brows, deep in thought. With a sigh, she nodded, averting her eyes.

“Great!” You chimed, clapping your hands together. “So what are you doing out here this late? Another obsession?”

It was an understatement to say that you didn’t expect her to be out at this time. It was against the rules to be out of your dorm after twelve, but a lot of students tend to ignore that. Although, Wednesday wasn’t the type to cause much trouble unless she had an obsession that prioritizes more than the school rules. You wondered what that could be. 

You watched as the girl bit her lips, her eyes flickering back to you. Eventually she shook her head, and you shrugged– both of you knew that was a lie.

She was hiding something. You couldn’t help but be curious. 

Her hands on her back, she motioned her head to her dorm– probably trying to convey that she has to go back now. You frowned, pursing your lips. The frustration took over you again.

Why, why did she keep avoiding you? 

“Why are you avoiding me? Is it something I did?” 

You widened your eyes at your own words. You didn’t mean it to say it out loud– just thinking about it was enough, or so you thought. Apparently, your body wanted otherwise. 

Wednesday turned still, too. She had hoped you didn’t notice it– but she supposed it was hard not to figure out. She sighed, again, cursing the universe for letting her be stuck in this confusing situation.

Ever since last year, she vowed not to fall in love again. She realized that fancying someone was a waste of time, a waste of emotions. It welcomes you with such sweet and horrible things that messes up her ability to think, and leaves with the clumps of woe that trips her into the deep emptiness in her heart. 

So what strings of events lead her to say I love you to you? She didn’t understand– she couldn’t understand. The consequences of admitting was something she knew so much about.

She was aware of your feelings for her. She saw how your cheeks darkened with every brush of skin whenever they’re in the library– saw how you stumbled over your words whenever you grew flustered by her presence. It was a bad sign– because by some miracle, her heart longed for you, too. It must be some soulmate magic.

So the solution she had come up with was avoiding you. Maybe if she avoided you, fate would somehow twist– and your soulmate would change. It would stop these awfully familiar feelings from growing, even if it results in hurting you a tiny bit. 

But that’s all nonsense. It wouldn’t. It was denial that drove her into avoiding you. 

Will she deny it forever? Yes. She didn’t care if it was childish– all she wanted was to stop whatever would happen between the two of you. She couldn’t love you, both for you and her.

So with that thought, she swiftly walked away from you, trying to calm her beating heart. For whatever reason it might be, the pounding in her chest would worsen everytime she tried to ignore or dismiss you– and god, whenever you’re disappointed, she falls into a shallow dejection, too. 

She never knew you shared a feeling bond, too– or whatever people call it. It is said that soulmates share their feelings when bonded, and that’s what she’s going through right now– or that’s what she thought she was going through.

She did feel guilty. For a lot of things, she came to realize. For tricking you into thinking she wasn’t your soulmate– for ignoring and avoiding you. She knew how important the whole soulmate thing was to you. It was important for everyone, in fact. A lot of people around your age obsess over those things– It is an ideal age for someone to find their partner, so no wonder it was popular amongst teens.

Really, she became softer than she thought. Caring about someone and feeling guilty wasn’t anything she even thought about in the past years.

Though the soulmate side of her seemed to scream for her to go back, be with you, she quickly made her way through the hallways, not ever looking back. 

Orpheus couldn’t keep that promise and failed to protect his lover from the underworld. If she gives into the temptation, she knew she’d leave you crumbled into pieces– hurt you, and hurt her. All because of her. 

All because of her.

-

A lot of unorganized feelings Wednesday is feeling right now. Very cool!

#Wednesday Addams x reader #wednesday #wednesday series #jenna Ortega x reader #wednesday x reader #wednesday Addams x you #wednesday x you

[skidar]

Skidar's a lil frosty today cause the government is irritating me.

Long story short:

I got laid off in Feb, applied for UE, qualified, couldn't file my weekly claim due to a site error.

Tried for three weeks to contact a human about it.

Finally got hold of an agent, asked if I would get reimbursed for the weeks I was unable to file due to site error, they say they dunno.

I continue to apply for work and submit claims, no UE checks come still.

I start my OWN business here here in town doing paint nights and start selling out classes pretty successfully.

Now I make too much to apply for weekly UE (even though I've never received any checks).

I quit filing UE claims cause they haven't sent me any checks and I make enough in my two independent self-employed businesses that I started to keep myself afloat, Go me!

Get an email from UE asking WHY I'm self-employed now, doesn't that interfere with LOOKING FOR WORK AND FILING FOR UNEMPLOYMENT? And telling me to fill out a questionnaire about my self-employment to keep qualifying for unemployment aid.

THE FUCK???

I GAVE MYSELF A JOB to earn money to pay bills and rent because I COULD NOT wait for UE checks that were NOT coming in (and I DO NOT know why) and I SUCCEEDED I'm not playing this stupid game anymore!

I GAVE UP on UE!!!!

May have been a bit TERSE in my reply...

#grumble mutter something something stupid government