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nicoliine · 4 months

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When Charlie found out that she is now a big sister.

☆彡 Your lover is an idiot; he can be a cute one or an annoying one, never in between, and right now you wonder which one he is as you are in the middle of one of their idiocies.

☆ Reader is g/n.

☆ Warnings: mild swearing? just Angel being Angel. Kinda crack, Charlie cries and it's all your fault.

No proofread.

You could ask anyone in and out of the hotel and get the same answer. Every. Single. Time.

Who is the biggest supporter of you and Lucifer's relationship? Charlie Morningstar.

Not that there was much competition; truth be told, she was the only one who cared enough about your relationship, always asking how your dates were going and if her father was treating you right.

And of course, Angel, who was suspiciously very interested in your partner, but you weren't planning on answering his questions, you prefer to keep his dick size to yourself.

That is why you find it unnecessary, so weird, to have the whole hotel's residents in the lobby waiting for the so-important announcement that Lucifer wanted to make; you love him? Yes, you will always be by his side? Definitely. Now, does that mean you want to? Right now, you are not sure.

Right before everyone's eyes, you stand beside your lover, who looked so excited and you could swear was about to jump in joy. Your energy doesn't match his, and you only give Charlie a small smile every now and then to let her know everything is alright.

He cleared his throat. "Now, you may wonder why we reunited you here today," he said, his voice denoting mistery. That made you chuckle. He is such a showman. "My love and I have big news!"

"We're having a baby!" He said it with one of the biggest smiles you had seen on his face.

"What!?"

"I'm having A BABY BROTHER!?"

"Well, not exactly," you interrupted before anyone else could speak or Lucifer started his theatrics again. "I think the appropriate word is "babies." The comments started again.

"Damn, I knew that dick was good," Angel said.

☆◦ •◦☆

For someone who loves you so much and could kiss the ground you walk on, Lucifer was hard to convince to go on a walk with you. He surrenders the moment you say you are, in fact, going on with or without him, following after you.

You could see in his face that he was not having the time of his life. You remember the first time he stepped on the hotel, doing his best to not call it shit right there, and the streets in Pentagram City were not different from that; in fact, it was worse.

You just couldn't help it. It was nice to go on a walk around the streets; it was something you always enjoyed. Your lover's presence scaring away every soul who looked in your direction was just a treat.

When you suddenly stopped, Lucifer, who was following a step behind you, called your name with curiosity.

You couldn't find many animals in hell—well, not in the pride ring—but when a hellborn brings an animal, it is common for it to be the pet of someone. That's why you're now standing there, surprised to see at least five baby ducks on the side of the walk, running around.

"Look at those cute ones!" Your lover exclaims besides you with a babyish voice, as he kneels to take one of the ducks on his hand. "Darling, look! Is so precious!" You smiled, the image before you so breathtaking; you followed his actions, now rubbing one of the little ones head with your finger.

You counted six ducks; they seemed to be no more than three days old. Looking around, you tried to get a glimpse of the ducks mother, but it seemed like they were all by themselves; it nearly broke your heart.

"Darling! We can't just leave them here!" You turn your head to look at Lucifer, who was trying to hold all of the ducks in his arms; it was actually cute.

☆◦ •◦☆

To see the King of Hell walking around the hotel with six ducks and one Niffty following him as if he were a mama duck was something nobody expected, but they seemed to be getting used to the idea.

Husk mentioned he is, in fact, the mama duck, and you were the father.

What really took you off guard was to see Charlie resting her head on Vaggie's shoulder, crying over the baby brother you guys allegedly made her think of.

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#hazbin hotel x reader #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer x reader #hazbin hotel #Lucifer is a mama duck #someone give my charlie gurl a baby bro #nicolines

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afterglowsainz · 9 days

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httpskuzuu · 8 months

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Softer

hola :D fyodor is alive - fyodor esta vivo I was thinking about making a masterlist or something like that, I don't know if when I upload this I will have it published or how I will do it

anyway, I really liked this and enjoyed writing it, it's longer than I usually post but Idk, by the way, I hated translating this, it was a pain in the ass, but that's what I get for joining a mostly English community ññññññññññññ-- well, this is mostly inspired by Sinner by TheBloodySadist, you can find it in Ao3 if you want to read it, I had an obsession with it a few months xd

jaja this has gone on too long, well, adiós adiós :p

Yandere!Fyodor x Reader

English is not my mother tongue, sorry for the mistakes

sumary: You tried to escape and now you have to take the consequences, but you make something change in Fyodor... (juju, mistery >:p) Pt.2

tw: yandere behavior, kidnapping, failed escape attempt, explicit punishment, explicit violence, blood, broken bones, humiliation¿, manipulation, brainwashing, stockholm syndrome, reader needs therapy, stabbing, nudity, sedative, Fyodor is a fucking tw

You tremble under the weight of the boot on your ribs, you swear that at some point you hear them cracking along with an agonizing pain throughout your body.

The pressure on your body makes it impossible for you to breathe properly, which is a serious problem considering you are hyperventilating. Every breath burns your exhausted lungs and aggravates the pain.

You'd ask Fyodor to kill you already if it weren't for the fact that your throat is in a terrible condition from so much screaming and pleading.

"Well, I see I can't trust you, can I?" Despite the situation, Fyodor's tone provokes you inner anger, sounding so sarcastic. Something deep inside you tells you it's not sarcasm, it's concern, but you can't believe it, especially not coming from Fyodor.

You imagine that, if you had the strength at this moment, you would kill him with your own hands. You know well you wouldn't be able to, but it's pleasant to think about it.

"I do everything for you, and still you try to escape." He puts more pressure against your ribs and you've never felt as much pain as you do now. "You spoiled brat." He growls and his Russian accent becomes much thicker.

He removes his foot from your body and you can breathe. Relief courses through your veins and, out of pure instinct, you thank him for that act of kindness. He could have stretched it out longer, put more pressure on you and broken your ribs more, but he was merciful and gave you a break…. A break, you know that your punishment is not yet over.

You don't know yourself and your thoughts. One thing you have to hand it to Fyodor is that his training is really effective, but you're tougher than that, or at least you like to think so. Realistically, right now, you just want to curl up against him.

A kick in the side snaps you out of your thoughts, you moan and cry from the pain, your throat burning with fire. You never want to utter a sound again in your life after this.

"Aw, you poor thing… Does it hurt? Now you know how I feel every time you leave me." He's lying, you know that, but that doesn't take away the guilt that settles in your head free-form.

You shouldn't have run away, Fyodor isn't even that bad if you behaved: no gratuitous physical harm and he takes better care of you than you could ask of a kidnapper. You were an idiot, you deserved all this for not appreciating your life with Fyodor properly. God… Why did you try to escape in the first place? The Russian would always would catch you, you were just causing trouble.

Ignoring your destroyed throat, you decide to speak. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I won't try to escape again. Please give me another chance, I'll be good…"

Fyodor kneels down next to your agonized body. He puts his hand against your tear-stained cheek, at first you flinch, thinking he was going to hurt you more, but then you lean almost automatically against his cold hand.

You cry harder as you feel Fyodor's gentle touch, you don't quite understand what's wrong with you, you just know that you want to melt against his hand. You close your eyes and tremble. You want a hug from him, you know you shouldn't want that, that it's disgusting, he kidnapped you and hurt you, but at a time like this, when you've been disobedient, he's still showing you affection….

"Shh, it's okay, милый." He catches the falling tears with his thumb. "I know you're sorry, but your punishment isn't over yet." You automatically tense up and slowly open your eyes to look at the man in front of you, there is a smirk of superiority painted on his face, observing your pathetic appearance.

You don't dare open your mouth to complain because deep down you know very well that you deserve it, you deserve the pain for being so bratty and causing inconvenience to Fyodor. You accept what lies ahead of you and let Fyodor pull his hand away from you.

With his grip firmly on your hip, he guides you to turn around. You keep the cheek that was previously receiving the loving touch against the ground a thousand times colder than Fyodor.

You concentrate exclusively on the Russian's hands, it's just an idiotic attempt to ignore the pain all over your body. He pulls up your shirt, leaving your back bare against the cold, why is everything so cold all of a sudden? Fyodor is too, in a way he brings you peace of mind, it's like he's everywhere, even in the air…. What the hell are you thinking? You firmly believe you're delusional at this point, these are not your real thoughts, it's clear to you, he put all these idiotic ideas in your head and now you can't get them out. It's agonizing in a certain way.

The only thing you hear is your irregular breathing, if it wasn't for Fyodor's hand clamped on your hip, you would think you were alone right now, and you don't know if you would like that more or less.

Something sharpening presses against your upper back. Everything breaks down in a moment as Fyodor makes a straight cut across your entire back. It hurts horrendously, especially as the blood starts to spurt out. You start to feel dizzy and for a few moments you convince yourself you're going to pass out, but no, your body is still holding on, focused solely on Fyodor's hand.

"Breathe, моя любовь. It's just a cut." You repeat Fyodor's last sentence in your head like a mantra: it's just a cut, it's just a cut. He could have done it much worse to you, you were fine, just a cut.

You take comfort in closing your eyes hard and imagining that you are once again a child at the doctor's office, that you are simply having blood drawn for a blood test because you have not been feeling very well lately. You make a fist with your hand and clench it, digging your fingernails deep into your palm, it's as if you are clutching the hand of one of your parents for comfort. There is no more pain, it's okay, it's all right-

Another cut, this time horizontal, creates a cross on your back. You don't care, you're at the hospital, and you're safe, nothing will happen to you. It's just a cut.

Fyodor stabs the weapon into your side. You open your eyes wide as a torn scream comes out of your mouth.

Fuck it all, do you really deserve this? Have you been so horrible? You assume that Fyodor simply hates you, that he wants to torture you.

Fyodor pulls the weapon out of your body, you look out of the corner of your eye and the wound doesn't seem to be that bad, you thought it was deeper because of the pain, but no, it was something apparently superficial. You didn't want to know how much it would hurt if he had really stabbed you deeper.

Fyodor's voice right next to your ear startles you. "Sorry, was that too much? Did I hurt my little one too much?" That mocking tone again, but you hear a hint of love and concern, or so you assume. No, it's impossible for Fyodor to hate you, if he hated you there wasn't that hint of love, was there? If he hated you, he wouldn't say to you like that: my little one, his little one.

"I can't take it anymore! Please, Fyodor!" He leaves a chaste kiss on the back of your neck, and you cry disconsolately, you don't know why, but you do know it's not because of the pain, the pain doesn't matter anymore.

"You can." Fyodor's voice is the ultimate authority right now, and if he says you can take it, it's because you can. "You don't want to disappoint me, do you?"

After those words you instantly panic, you desperately shake your head, of course you don't want to disappoint him! You have to accept your punishment, it was your fault in the first place.

"Brace yourself, dear." Fyodor leaves a trail of kisses from the nape of your neck all the way down your back, above the vertical cut. You assume he's filled his lips with blood and hate yourself at the thought of how attractive he'd look like that.

A new cut interrupts your hatred. You scream, but nothing more, you can take it, for Fyodor….

It's just one cut.

You don't know how many cuts there are next, you are not able to count them. You don't feel your throat anymore, but miraculously it still works, your screams are still coming out of it, you are relieved because you still want to keep your voice to talk to Fyodor, to ask him to hold you.

Fyodor removes your shirt completely and lays it aside on the floor. He holds you firmly and helps you sit up, any movement is hell for your ribs, but you endure it by concentrating on your kidnapper, on his loving but steadfast touch.

You look at him dizzy, teary-eyed and shattered. He is smiling, you have not disappointed him. Your head hurts as you cry disconsolately against his chest again.

"What's wrong? Why are you crying now? Your punishment is over, I won't hurt you anymore."

"You…" You're unable to speak, it's too much at once, the pain and your thoughts coming together in a ball of discomfort. You shake your head and hug him tightly.

"Are you afraid?" You weakly shake your head. It's true that Fyodor scares you, especially on these occasions when he punishes you, but you're not crying about it now.

Funny, you don't know why you're crying, but you do know what you're not crying about.

Fyodor is silent, thinking about why you're crying. "Is it about the pain?" You deny again.

Fyodor hums thoughtfully. "If you don't tell me what it is, I can't help you." You ponder on that: does he want to help you? Is he serious?

You make the feeble attempt to gather your thoughts and speak. "It's just- I don't know" Your voice comes out shakier than you wish it would. "When you touch me… It feels so good, I don't deserve it, I don't-"

"Oh, I see… Aren't you crying because of something bad? Is it because it feels good?" You nod quickly, yes, that's as close as you feel. You're happy when it touches you, when it's good to you. Were you crying out of happiness? Well, you guess so, although it feels more depressing.

"It's okay, relax." He leaves a kiss in front, and it breaks you inside. "You've taken the punishment very well, come on, you deserve to be taken care of."

The process of getting up from the floor is horrible, not only because of the pain all over your body and your numb legs, but because your mind doesn't stop spinning around Fyodor's last sentence. It feels horrible and so good at the same time that your mind is only around one specific person.

He helps you up and you let him lean your useless body against his. He guides you through the house, being patient with your slow pace. He's mostly silent, except when he tells you how well you're doing or that not long to go. Since when did Fyodor know how to talk so pleasantly?

You reach the bathroom, he sits you on the toilet and turns on the bathtub faucet. While it is filling, Fyodor takes some pills out of a drawer that you have always found locked. You don't know what the pills are or what they're for, but he hands you one and you take it without question.

You let your head fall against Fyodor's stomach, even though he is standing upright he doesn't move an inch and lets you be comfortable, he strokes your hair and you sigh lovingly. You don't deserve it, but you need more of this Fyodor, the soft Fyodor who takes care of you and makes you feel good, what did you have to do in the future to keep it in this shape? If you need to be damaged for that, well, you are willing to do it.

"The tub is full." He warns and moves a little away from you, causing you to raise your head. You miss a little that he's touching you, even though he's only been separated of you for three seconds. He holds you under your armpits and helps you up. "I need you to stand up on your own, can you, дорогой?"

You try not to focus so much on Fyodor asking you if you could do it instead of just sending you the order, and focus on standing on your own.

The Russian undresses you completely, his hands are soft, and you feel them all over your body. They are so cold, and you are so cold too now that you are naked. You are vulnerable, now more than ever, and Fyodor's fixed gaze on you disturbs you. You are simply an easy prey to hunt, his prey.

He doesn't look like a hunter now, as much as his gaze is like knives stabbing through every spot he focuses on, you think he's not doing it on purpose. Fyodor doesn't know how to be nice, he never has. He knows how to be neutral: he can keep you alive and give you necessities, but he can't kiss you and keep you warm.

But there's something wrong with all this, he's being warm because since when are his hands so soft against your battered body? You need him, you need him so much it hurts, is this his way of being nice? Okay, fine, you accept it without complaint.

When he puts you in the tub you want to die, the cuts on your back burn at the contact of the water. You don't dare say a word at that or ask Fyodor to pull you out, you're afraid you'll upset him, that he'll get tired of you being so weak and whiny and stop being gentle. Fyodor could have left you lying on the cold floor, bleeding, but he didn't. You can't be an unbearable child to him.

The Russian starts washing your body, putting special emphasis on your cuts and the wound on your side. You look at his serious face with need, why were you only now realizing how handsome he was? Mmmh, you must have been blind before. He notices obviously your shy look on his lips and he smiles, that smile indicating that he was superior to you and despite that, he was still keeping you alive and forgiving of everything you did.

He approaches you and gives you the only thing you needed to be satisfied for today: a kiss. It reminds you of all the good things, strangely enough in those memories Fyodor also appears and disturbs you minimally.

You question yourself that, maybe, Fyodor does know how to be gentle.

This is the proof you need to know that now this was a new version, right? He kissed you. You feel a warmth spreading throughout your body, now it is warm, and his hands are warm too. There is a big change in temperature and it feels like heaven.

After that, Fyodor continued to wash you with special care, ignoring how your face might explode from how red it was.

The only thing that could crush the heat was tiredness, you almost fell asleep a couple of times, but you didn't want to fall asleep because it would be like wasting time with this soft Fyodor, what if tomorrow he returned to his serious and impassive face? You can't waste this time or you would regret it.

"Go to sleep, take it easy. I'll take you to bed when I'm finished." You looked at him as the most merciful being in the world. He cared about you…

You hold back your sobs for these acts of kindness, you don't want to cry anymore, not only to avoid possible discomfort in Fyodor, but for yourself, the headache is unbearable.

You let yourself fall asleep, with your head supported on your knees and Fyodor's soothing touch.

You had a nightmare which you don't remember, or don't want to remember. You wake up with your body held in Fyodor's arms, warm and gentle.

Since when did everything become so homey? Homey? Would that be the right word? Describing any situation involving Fyodor with that word doesn't feel natural to you.

You find it hard to feel your body, and your thoughts don't flow as quickly and aggressively as they used to. It's like being enveloped in a cloud, full of comfort and calmness.

You just feel something on your side, at the site of the shallow stab wound. You think maybe it's some bandage, but your limbs are asleep and too comfortable against Fyodor to move them to check. Otherwise, you feel nothing, only someone else's hand on your lower belly, it's extremely intimate in your perspective.

You turn your sleepy head and glance sideways at Fyodor. He seems calm, looking at you, his face is emotionless again and it scares you. You come to convince yourself that he is still the soft Fyodor, if he wasn't his hand wouldn't be on you, he still hasn't changed, you repeat that to yourself until you believe it.

"… Fyodor, do you know what?" Your voice comes out weak and hoarse, you wonder how soon your throat will heal. You're thankful you can't feel it well, so there's no pain anymore.

"Mmmh?"

"I think I love you."

"Do you?" There is a change, minuscule, but a change.

You nod and look away from his face, you can't stand it, no. There has been a change, you don't know in what. There's been a change, a change! Is it good or bad? You want to think it's a nice thing.

"You're different."

"I am? In what way?"

"You're softer, something nice."

"You're drugged, you don't talk sense."

"But you're different! Seriously, you never take care of me."

Silence rules the room and it hurts. Why did you talk? What idiocy, it's your fault everything that happens now, all your fault.

"You cried with happiness when I helped you sit up." Your gaze returns to the other.

"I know, so what? You want me to cry again?" There are no bad intentions behind your comment, there really aren't. You feel your brain empty, and you can't quite interpret the situation, what is Fyodor trying to tell you? Is he angry? Is he going to punish you again? It's exhausting to use your brain in this state, so you just give up and go with the flow.

"No, I don't want that." The silence stretches a little longer and, for just a few seconds, Fyodor looks away. He looks away. "I just… I thought maybe you'd be happier if I treated you good."

"Ah…" He wanted you to be happy? Really?

"I know I hurt you, but you know I only do it when you deserve it, don't you?" You nod and the cuts on your back burn for a few seconds. "Good. I really want you to be happy, with me."

You feel like at any moment the old Fyodor will appear through the door and say something like it was all a test, and then punish you for failing it. It's a horrible feeling, but you come to believe that it will seriously pass.

"So… Are you still going to be soft?"

"Yes, only if you are obedient in return."

Yes, yes, yes. He's going to keep being gentle. For some reason your chest hurts, and you sob, Fyodor has a few drops of surprise in his expression. You hide from his gaze and just focus on the yes, it's like releasing a horrible burden out of your body. You weren't afraid he was lying, something told you he wasn't, his expression maybe, or his voice, or….

"Are you crying with happiness now too?"

"I like the soft Fyodor…"

"Mmmh, that's good, isn't it?" He pulls you a little closer to his face and leaves a soft kiss on your forehead. You'd like to kiss him in return, but you can't move. "I'll keep being soft then."

I swear all I could think about while writing this was to to send it all to hell and make these two fuck

maybe I will make a second part

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haydenthewitch · 2 months

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okay, so holy shit, what the fuck ❗️spoilers for fhjy❗️

even when cassandra was corrupted, she still ruled over parts of her domain, right? as the nightmare king, the forset of the nightmare king was perpetuily in a state of twilight and mistery/doubt. i'm wondering if ankarna was a god of [a time of day] and [a feeling].

let's look at real mythology for a second here; gods in mytholgy got married all the time. a popular example: persephone and hades. persephone means "distroyer of man" and hades was a "ruler over death". it makes sense that they would be married; their ideolgys are very closly aligned. they had other side things too; hades was the god of wealth, and persephone was the godess of spring, but parts of their religon aligned, and you would often see them depicted together.

so what if when cassandra's follers all agreed to abandon her, (as we learned they did in season 2) the depictions of her and ankarna together were lost or distroyed with them. what if this marrige ment that in losing all of her followers, his followers were also lost, becuse they were worshiped together. they were depicted together. when she was corrupted, he died, and the reson we didn't see dipictions of him was becuse the gods worked together to distory his name (and likeness i would assume.)

anyways, if cassandra was still residing over her domain when she was corrupted, i feel like this leads to the idea that ankarna would still be residing over his domain even in this "can not die but effectivly dead state." Maybe, like emily said, she was twilight, and he was dawn. she was rage, and he was doubt, which correlated in beliefs and worship.

also, apparently in sweedish, "arkarna" means "the anchors". i don't know how accurate google translate is, but it's not something to sniff at. brennan can be batshit sometimes (postive) so who knows what could be a clue. to me, i think of the 24 pointed stars, who can be an anchor of pepole's rage. witch seems to come from arkarna's corrupted god self. so, there's that. we are running off of no sleep and crack theorys here pepole. break out the riz conspirsy bord.

#dimension 20 #demension20 #dropout #brennan lee mulligan #dropout tv #fhjy #d20 fhjy #fantesy high #fantasy high junior year #fantasy high

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arabellasleopardcoat · 7 months

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Ace of Cups (Hotd x Reader)

Summary: An act of kindness leads you to a misterious stranger who offers to lift a block on your love life. Feeling lonely during Halloween, you decide to give it a go. Now there is a blonde corpse in the middle of your bathroom, and it turns out the corpse is not really a corpse.

Pairing: Rhaenyra x Reader, Aemond x Reader or Daemon x Reader.

Warnings: Mature language. Mentions of corpses. My first ever crack fic?

A/N: Happy Halloween! At the end of this silly set up, you have to choose a card. There are three endings. Choose wisely.

“Um. Excuse me?” You raised your hand, trying to get the couple of teens at the register to stop… Whatever they were doing. Probably making out, if making out involved pushing their tongues to the other person's tonsils. “Excuse me?”

Ugh. You hated it. Even as an adult, you find being around couples awkward. Especially if they were making out. When the couple in question was, like, half your age, it was even worse. If it were up to you, you would have left them alone and found another corner store, but you would rather not end up walking three blocks just to be able to buy a bottle of overpriced wine.

“What?” The girl pulled apart from the boy, with an annoyed expression. She took out a piece of gum and started chewing annoyingly. “What do you want?”

Despite your best efforts, your dismay must have shown on your face.

“Miss. What do you need, miss?” The girl corrected herself, rolling her eyes. But the damage was already done. You tried to force your face to remain fixed into a pleasant expression. This was not going to ruin your plans of having a pleasant night all by yourself.

“I want to pay for this. Please.” You handed her a bottle of your favorite wine. You would need it to make your night better. After all, this was the first time you would be spending Halloween completely on your own.

Having recently moved into your own apartment, it was not like you could spend the night with your family. All your friends had plans out of town or with people you didn't know. And while your coworkers had invited you out for drinks, you really didn't feel like slipping on a tight dress and wasting half your salary on overpriced cocktails.

There was no one to watch a horror movie or go out with, like you had done in previous years. Instead, you had planned to take a bath, eat some nice dinner and enjoy a glass of wine. Maybe watch a movie. Perhaps, even do a ritual of some sort, like the ones that appeared on TikTok. The energies were supposed to be stronger tonight, or so you heard.

Your self-care was not about to be ruined by a teen girl who didn't even know how to kiss. You refused.

“I am going to need some ID.” The girl rolled her eyes. She looked as done as you felt.

Cursing yourself for not having it already out, you started fumbling with your bag. This was shaping up to be a terrible day. Not only were you about to spend Halloween alone, but you were also going to have to hear teenagers, the meanest creatures on earth, have a go at you.

Good God, why couldn't you find it quicker? Your wallet seemed to be hiding under everything you had. To be able to look for it, you started taking out some things and leaving it on the counter.

“Uh… Babe. Can’t you just… Let her? She is obviously old enough.” The boy asked, sounding annoyed. He eyed your growing pile of things on the counter. A used chapstick, your keys, a pencil, crumbled up receipts. He wanted you gone, and soon. “More than old.”

And that was a bit insulting, really. The boy had chosen to remain quiet during the whole exchange, and now he interrupted just to say a rude thing? You were not even that old. But it appeared that in the age of planned obsolescence, you already were.

The girl's eyes shifted between your furious expression and her boyfriend's bored one.

“Fine.” She said. You handed her one of the crumpled bills that you had placed on the counter. “Have a good evening.” And without sparing you a glance, she handed you a receipt and started making out with her boyfriend, again.

You were fuming. There it went, your relaxing evening. You were not in the right headspace for it now. Deciding to reclaim what little of your good mood was left, you decided to take another route home. Perhaps, walking across the park might lift your spirits.

Grasping the bottle of wine and surely looking like an alcoholic, you walked out of the store. As of late, you felt terribly lonely. Living alone was hard. Not only you had to do everything by yourself, no roommates or family to fall back into, but you also had to come home every night to an empty apartment.

At first, you had been ecstatic to have your own space. You had loved your rented apartment, in a centric place of the city and decorated in a very modern fashion. You hadn't protested your landlord's condition of no pets and no changing the colors of the walls, too happy with having something of your own. The novelty of having a place to yourself had worn off after a while, and you had to face your sad little beige walls and a deafening silence.

It had not helped how busy your friends and you were. It seemed like the days when it was easy to coordinate an outing were long gone. Now with responsibilities, jobs and studies, it seemed like you only saw them once in a blue moon.

You were starved for human contact. You had been thinking lately of getting a partner, but the attention you received only discouraged you. So far, the only offerings you had gotten were from creepy guys, or people you had no interest in at all.

Taking a deep breath in, and choosing consciously to let go of the negative thoughts you were having, you took a step forward. The noise of the park was comforting. Among the chirping birds, there were the cheerful voices of children running around.

You smiled. Barely six, but there were already people in their customs. There was a couple dressed up as Danny and Sandy from Grease, and a little girl dressed as Barbie. Many of the children carried their plastic pumpkins, and you had to give them a few loose candies you had laying in your bag.

Trying to avoid disappointing more children with your lack of sweets, you crossed the park, taking the route where there were more trees. Under one, you found a middle-aged woman sitting on a bench. She was dressed in full witch regalia, pointy hat and all.

She must have been around her late thirties, with a head of dark, glossy hair and big eyes. In truth, you could not truly place her face in an age range, looking strangely young but with an air of maturity. Gorgeous, you thought. In a really intimidating kind of way.

You shook your head, trying to get rid of the thought. She was probably someone's mother, indulging her children by dressing up with them. The thought made your heart clench with longing for your own mother.

“Good evening, darling.” The woman said, taking out a cigarette. The gesture was effortless, like one made by a sixties' actress. You smiled, helplessly. You hoped one day you ended up being half as cool. “Do you happen to have a lighter? Or some spare change?”

“Oh. Um. I don't smoke, but I think…” You started searching your purse, and produced a couple of the crumpled bills. Perhaps it was the thought of your mother, or your loneliness, but you couldn't help but want to aid her. “Here. It might serve you to buy one at the corner store.”

Instead of making eye contact, the woman seemed oddly fixated on your hands. Self-conscious, you wondered if it had anything to do with your jewelry or lack thereof.

“Thank you, dear.” She took the bills from you, and quick as lighting, she grasped your hand. You didn't even have an opportunity to try to avoid her grip. “You have very interesting lines here.”

“I do?” A bit weirded out, you try to remove your hand, but she only grips it harder. The woman forces you to tilt your palm up towards her. One of her fingernails traces one of the lines on it. It makes you shiver.

“You do. Your love line is diverging.”

That doesn't sound good to you. You frown.

“Is it?” Feeling very silly for being self-conscious about your hand, you look down. You had never noticed before, but one of the lines in your hand diverges into three.

“Let me…” She reaches into her bag and pulls out a tarot deck. She shuffles hurriedly, under your bewildered eyes. Three cards fall in order. The Empress, The Devil, and The Hermit. “Interesting… And if I… Oh, I see.” Another card falls off the deck. This time, it's The Lovers.

“I am sorry… I really have to go.” Weirded out over the whole thing, you wish to leave. Things are only getting stranger, with the woman taking out the tarot deck.

“Don't.” She says sharply, her hand going back to your wrist. Surprised by her aggressiveness and the urgency of her tone, you decide not to argue. It can't hurt to entertain her a little longer. “I see a great future for you. There are three paths going forward, but you need to lift the block you have on.”

“Block?” You repeat, dumbly.

“You are lucky today is Samhain.” She huffs, pocketing the tarot deck. She searches her bag before pulling out a small sachet. It smells strongly of herbs. “Here. Bathe in this and look in your mirror tonight. When the veil is thinner.”

“The veil…?” You ask, puzzled by the entire thing.

“Between worlds, darling. Gods, it seems one has to teach you everything. Between twelve and three.”

��Oh. I don't really believe in…”

“At least keep it. And here.” She writes some numbers on a piece of paper. “If you run into trouble. The magical kind.”

Unconvinced you haven't been the victim of the most elaborate scam in history, you eye her warily.

“How much do I owe you?”

“Nothing. Nothing you will later not freely give.” She smiles, cryptically. “Have a good Samhain, darling.” And she gets up and walks away.

You glance at the bag. You don't want to be rude, but you doubt you will obey. She is a stranger, after all, and a pretty crazy one at that. As not to upset her, you pocket the bag and give her an awkward wave.

The rest of your evening is much less eventful. You get home and prep dinner, nursing a glass of wine. With everything that has happened already, you feel like you deserve it. You are generous with it, topping it at least twice.

As you curl into the couch to watch a movie, dinner and another glass of wine in front of you, the tarot reader's idea starts to sound right. You do feel lonely, and surely, throwing some herbs into a bath can't cause anything too terrible. At most, you would feel relaxed from the water and the smells.

Wine always makes you sad. Mopey, even. Tonight, your loneliness feels too tight, too solid against your chest, to be ignored. You long for someone to hold you through the night, to be by your side when things are tough. Someone to share your happiness and greatest achievements, but also your burdens. Mostly, you crave a sense of belonging. Belonging so well, your edges fit someone else's edges like a puzzle piece.

At the thought, you shake your head. Love wouldn't fix your loneliness, you think. There is something deeply alienating about the life you currently lead. Away from your family and friends, you feel unfulfilled. No matter how passionate you are about your work, it does not help to numb the longing for something more. If the perfect partner showed up, you would do the same you had done with your family and friends, and let life get in the way.

You wash your dishes. Curious, you take the little pouch the woman had given you out of your pocket. You smell it, deciding it has no hurtful contents. On your laptop, the clock reads quarter to midnight.

The tub fills as you decide to light some candles, to better set the mood. You add some Epsom salts before pouring your herbs in. The water shimmers under the candlelight in ways it should not, yet you do not notice. You mistake the swirls of colors for the herbs steeping in the water. The room starts to smell strongly of rosemary and lavender.

You enter the tub, satisfied with your choice. The heavenly smell is already relaxing you, and you congratulate yourself for taking the leap of faith. Slowly, the warm water relaxes your muscles and makes your body feel heavy. Almost too heavy. You catch yourself nearly dozing off, and decide to step out. You are alone, and you have been drinking, staying in it would be dangerous.

Careful not to slip on the wet floor, you wrap yourself in a fluffy towel and step towards the mirror. Your reflection is the same as always. If the block the woman had spoken about was a real thing, which you doubted, it left no physical evidence. You examined your face, noticing your paleness. But as your eyes meet the ones of your reflection, there is a flash of a foreign color in them.

There is a woman in the mirror. It's the same one you met at the park. She looks different now, dressed in a medieval green dress. Her lips stretch into a smile.

“I do hope you didn't choose The Hermit. Or The Devil. Oh, darling, I am so sorry. They are all bad choices.”

Someone presses a hand on your shoulder.

“Well. Better you than me. We shall meet again.” Her voice whispers in your ear, but when you turn, you see nothing.

You scream. The clock strikes twelve. A sudden spark of bluish purple that makes you turn again to face the mirror, relieved to find nothing more than your reflection. Your heart beats faster and faster, anticipating something you can't yet name.

Just as you are catching your breath, you notice that the face that is looking back at you it's not yours. You recoil, moving back as fast as you can. A loud thud echoes in your bathroom and your heels connect with something solid. You trip, screaming even more when you realize exactly what you have hit. A body. There is a body on your bathroom's floor.

You crawl towards them, shaking their shoulder and desperately looking for signs of life. You are starting to tear up in fright. The body is lying on its front, with a shocking head of silver hair. They groan.

This time, you scream so loud, your neighbors bang at your walls.

A voice then answers.

“What in the Seven Hells is going on?”

Choose your card:

The Hermit: You have decided to draw your attention inwards, in a path of self discovery. You are a quiet person, but quite bright. You enjoy learning and seek a mentor, though you enjoy your solitude. This is your next chapter.

The Empress: You are very connected to your femininity. You enjoy having beauty in your life, and the stimulation of your senses. You wish for your life to be comfortable more than anything. You are a romantic at heart. Your next chapter is here.

The Devil: You are a complex, multifaceted person. But if you could be described in one world, it is hedonist. You are very self-aware, and do not fear your shadow. If any, you embrace it. This is your next chapter.

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infinit-world · 1 year

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Golden Wings Part II

Pairing: Wednesday Addams X Reader

Word count: 2.99k

Summary: You're a new student at Nevermore. What happens when you get involved with Wednesday's stalker mistery?

Warnings: Small description of murder, blood.

At first this was going to be the ending but I swear this fic is just getting longer and longer. I promise next part will be the last. Like always, if you see a mistake, please let me know.

Wednesday grumbles while walking back to school. When she arrived at the spot her stalker told her to go, she found a piece of paper on top of a rock. Gotcha was the only thing written in the note. She was fuming. Right before entering the school, her phone rings. It’s a new photo of her with rage painted on her face while walking back, with a message below.

You really thought I was that stupid? Thanks for the fun.

“I’m going to kill them the moment I discover who they are.” Thing signs in agreement, before scurrying to her backpack, not wanting to receive her anger.

Walking through the halls in silence, you try to stay in the darkness, not wanting anyone to see you. You look at your watch again 23:57 Perfect. You open the door carefully, sticking your head inside to make sure it’s empty, before entering. You go directly to the darker side, starting to rummage through the drawers and the closet. When you don’t find it, you start looking under the bed. You’re still looking when you receive a message.

Unknown 00:14

She’s going back to her room

You curse under your breath before getting out of the room. Right as you're arriving at your dorm, you see a shadow coming towards you. You stick to the wall as much as you can, trying to not make any noise. When the figure gets closer, you can see is Wednesday. Fuck, that was close. Once you’re sure she won’t hear you, you return to your room, sitting at your desk and opening your literature book, pretending you’ve been studying the whole time.

After a few minutes, your room door opens. You spin in your chair, seeing Wednesday standing there. “Wednesday! You’re ok?” You ask her while dragging her inside. “Someone has broken into my room.” “What? Is Enid ok?” “Yeah, she’s spending the night at Yoko’s.” “You’re ok? What happened? What did you find?” “It was a waste of time. They only left this stupid note.” She slaps the note into your desk in anger. “They’re mocking me. I’m sure whoever entered my room works with the stalker. That’s why they wanted me out.”

You curse on your head. You didn’t want Wednesday to realise that. You were planning on leaving everything back in its place, but with the rush, you didn’t have time. “You’re sure it wasn’t the stalker?” “Yes, they send me a photo of me walking back to school. They didn’t have the time to enter before I arrived.” Fuck, that wasn’t in the plan. “What they would want from your room?” “I have an idea.” She doesn’t elaborate more, and you don’t press, not wanting her to start being suspicious of you.

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You’re pacing in the cemetery, your wings enveloping your form to try and keep you warm. It’s the crack of dawn and even though is not winter yet, the days are starting to be really cold. You’re just going to give up and start to go back to school when a boy comes running to you. “Sorry! I have fallen asleep.” You huff in annoyance. “Liam! I’m going to kill you! You had to rile her up didn’t you?” “Woah, relax, it’s not that bad” He takes a step back when he sees your eyes glowing green, something that happens when you let your powers run through you. You’re seriously thinking about killing him now. “You fucked up big time! She’s in alert mode now! If we’re not careful, she will find the truth. And we can’t let that happen, not now at least.”

He has the decency to look a little bit guilty. Your plan was foolproof, at least it was until Liam decide to get on Wednesday’s nerves and make her more focused on finding the truth than what you wanted. “Tell everyone the plans have changed. It’s not in her room anyway.” “So… What do we do now?” You look at Liam in silence, trying to think of a better plan. You sight before slumping your shoulders. “I don’t know, I need time to think. For now, stay undercover. I will tell you when I figure out something.” He nods before walking away.

You sit on the ground, your back against a statue. You feel lost, not knowing what to do was driving you crazy. You can’t continue with the stalker idea, you and Wednesday had spent the whole night trying to find something, and you know she won’t give up now. Where can it be?

FLASHBACK

You settle into your bed, excited for your bedtime story. “What story wants my little warrior tonight?” Your mother asks while tickling you. You giggle, trying to get away from her before answering. “Our story!” Your mom huffs. You always ask for this story. You don’t know why, it’s not happy, but you love it.

“Long time ago, the first Fae was born from the roots of the Tree of Life. Lilith, as she was named, grew in harmony with nature. She was good and caring, helping those who needed it. Some of the people she helped decided to stay with her and form a little community, and for years, they lived happily.

One day, a group of men that lived in a near village arrived. They had heard stories about the sanctuary and the Fae that lived there and wanted to see it with their own eyes. Lilith welcomed them with a smile, but that was a mistake. The men grew jealous of her power, they thought only their God could be so powerful. So, they went back to their village and told everyone a twisted story that portrayed her as a demon so people would fear her.

They invited everyone that lived in the sanctuary to eat in their village, with the excuse of getting to know each other better, so they could kill them. When they arrived, the villagers led them to a fairly large wooden building, telling them that there was where the dinner was held. Once all of them were inside, the doors locked and smoke started to fill the building. In mere minutes, everyone except Lilith died. Full of rage, she unleashed all her power, killing her murderers, and ran as far as she could.

She tried to start a new life in a witch community. There, she fell in love and had a precious child, a Fae just like her. But her heart was full of fear. She wanted to protect her new family, afraid that they would be killed too. With the help of a very powerful witch, she created a book that contained every spell and magic she knew, so future generations would be able to protect themselves if they needed to.

But that knowledge came with a price. To create the book, she needed to use a lot of energy. Lilith gave everything to her to create it, ending her life.”

END FLASHBACK

You stay in the cemetery for hours. You don’t want to go back and have to pretend with Wednesday. For a moment, you wish you never started this. But it’s the right thing to do, you know it. You need the book, a lot of people depend on it.

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It’s been two weeks since the cemetery day, and you can tell everyone is growing anxious. You haven't spent a lot of time with Wednesday, she’s been pushing everyone away, too focused on discovering the stalker’s identity. You tell yourself the feeling that creeps into your chest every time you think of Wednesday is because you’re afraid of what she can discover without you knowing, and definitely not because you miss her.

You’re walking to your dorm when you see Avalie approaching you. “We need to talk.” You look around, making sure no one is looking at you, before grabbing her arm and yanking her to a more secluded area. “What do you think you're doing? Someone could see us.” You hiss. “It’s been too long, The Elders are losing their patience. We need to do something.” “I know! Fuck, I know okay. But thanks to Liam, Wednesday has been obsessed with the stalker. I haven’t talked with her that much. So until I discover where the book is, we can’t really do anything.” “Then make sure you know it soon.” She tells you before walking away. You run your hand through your hair, trying to calm down.

Wednesday looks at you with a curious gaze. During these weeks, she’s noticed that she’s been followed by animals; a bird when she’s in the quad, a squirrel in the forest… She knew it was you, you’re the only one in Nevermore with the ability to talk with animals. She was planning on confronting you about it when she saw you talking with Avalie. Why were you talking with that vampire? What did she tell you to make you so angry? Her mind starts reeling, trying to find the answers.

That evening, Wednesday calls you to her room. She’s been thinking about the talk the whole afternoon. Her mind won’t stop telling her that you’ve been playing with her, working with the stalker while feigning ignorance in her company. For the first time, she hopes she’s wrong.

You knock on her door, trying not to smile. When you received the message earlier this afternoon, you couldn’t stop the happiness that spread through your body. You missed spending time with Wednesday. After hearing a muffled come in, you open the door, seeing Wednesday writing. “Just a minute, I’m finishing my writing hour.” You nod, even though Wednesday hasn’t looked up from her typewriter, before walking to Enid’s bed, sitting there.

Once she finishes, she spins her chair, facing you. “I asked you to come here because I wanted to apologize. I’ve been too focused with my stalker and I been pushing you away.” You look at her with surprise. You never thought she would apologize to you. “It’s ok Wednesday, I know you. I’m not mad, but I appreciate it.” You give her a smile to try and reassure her that everything is fine. “Good. We should go to dinner then.” You hum in agreement. You two get up, but you stop when Wednesday doesn’t follow you to the door. “You’re coming?” She gets closer to you before answering. “Yes, I just need a minute to tidy my desk. Wait for me at the table.” You nod before you exit the room.

What you fail to notice is Wednesday’s fingertips grazing your jacket right as you walk out. She still doesn’t have any control over her visions, but she hopes she will see something if she touches you. She gasps as her head jerks back, a vision starting to form in her mind.

A younger version of you appears in front of her, you’re about seven years old, Wednesday notices. Your wings’ colours are very light, almost as if they were gold and your horns still haven’t grown yet, but it’s definitely you. You’re watching a movie in a living room. Her family home. Wednesday looks around, trying to figure out why she’s seeing this. A weird feeling latches in her chest. Something is wrong. Before she can dwell on it, she hears a loud crashing noise coming from outside. A woman enters the room running, approaching you with terrified eyes. “Go to the kitchen and hide in the pantry, behind the boxes on the floor. Don’t make a sound until we tell you.” She kisses your forehead before gently hurrying you out.

Wednesday wants to stay in the room, try to figure out what is going on, but a force pushes her in your direction, her vision going blurry for a moment. When everything goes clear again, she’s behind the boxes with you. She can hear the commotion outside of the house, men yelling Demon! and Kill him! A gunshot is heard followed by a cry of pain. There’s a small gap between the boxes, Wednesday can see part of the white floor in front of the pantry, and she knows you can see it too. Suddenly the door of the kitchen opens and she can hear footsteps getting closer. There, get her! A couple of men pass in front of her, before another gunshot is heard. Blood seeps through the ground, tinting the floor red.

The men roam through the house, trying to see if there’s anyone else. You’re trembling, crying silently while your wings envelop your form, trying to give you a little comfort. Wednesday’s so focused on you that she doesn’t realise the noise has stopped until a figure appears in front of her. “It’s ok, you can come now little one. They’re gone.” She can see the figure has a pair of dark wings. Another Fae. You seem to realise the same, because you immediately get up, watching the Fae in front of you closely.

The vision changes after that. She’s in a forest, tree houses surrounding her and Faes flying above the trees. Wednesday feels like home for a second, even though she knows she’s never been here. Suddenly her mind understands what’s wrong. The electrifying feeling she gets every time she’s in a vision is not there. These visions are not like what she’s used to. She usually feels like she’s physically in the moment. But now, she feels like a simple observer. It almost feels like a memory. Your memories.

She walks towards one of the houses unconsciously. Inside she can see another version of you. You’re older here, probably around ten. The man from the last vision is with you. “Why do I have to train today too? It’s Sunday Aarzham! Can we do something fun?” “You need to train Y/N. One day, you will be a warrior as good as me. But just if you train.” You drop your shoulders in defeat but you give him a small smile. “I thought I was already a good warrior.” He chuckles before looking at you seriously. “You’re powerful, more than anyone here. You will be able to save us from those that want us dead. But until then, you will train every day.” You nod, already getting up to go outside.

The scene changes again. You’re still the same age, but you’re seated on the ground, a notebook on your lap. Aarzham is beside you on a chair. “Aar, why you decided to adopt me that day?” He has a stoic expression, but Wednesday can see softness in his eyes. “You saw something that no kid should, but you still got up. You didn’t let it crumble you, you took that experience and used it to make you stronger.” “You really think I can help us to be safer?” “One day, you will be the most powerful Fae, and you and I will change our history for the better.”

The world spins, making Wednesday a bit dizzy before it calms down. You’re inside the house with Aarzham again. He’s cleaning a wound on your cheek. This time, you look very similar to how you look now. She’s probably just a year or two younger here. “What is The Book of Shadows?” You ask with a soft voice, almost afraid he will get angry. “How do you know that name?” “I heard you talking with The Elders.” He sighs, throwing the bloodied gauze into the trash. “You know Lilith’s story?” “Of course, it was my favourite story when I was a kid.” “The Book of Shadows is her creation.” You give him a surprised look. “I thought it was just a myth.” “It’s real, and now, I know where it is.” You give him a curious look.” “The book was in an amusement park in Jericho but was stolen a couple of months ago. I believe it is somewhere around Nevermore.”

The vision changes one last time. You’re in the forest that surrounds Nevermore. A group of werewolves and vampires listen to you while you give them instructions. “Cyra sent Wednesday a text on the last day of school. She’s probably going to focus on her stalker this year, which will allow me to get closer to her and find the book. Liam, Cyra, Nihan and Avalie will rotate to send Wednesday the messages. This way, it’s more difficult for her to find the truth. The rest, keep an eye open, if you see something suspicious, tell me.”

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You’re worried about Wednesday. Last night, while you were waiting at the table in the dining hall for her, she sent a message to Enid, telling her something happened and she needed to go back to their dorm immediately. You haven’t seen either of them since then. You pace through your room, trying to decide if you should go to their dorm and see if they’re ok. After what feels like hours, you decide to go.

You knock on their door, not expecting to see an angry Enid growling at you. “Whoa Nid, calm down, it’s just me!” “Exactly” The words are more of a deep growl than anything. You look at her confused, not understanding anything. “Enid, what’s going on?” “You don’t need to pretend you’re our friend anymore, Wednesday knows you just got close to us so you could get Goody’s book.” You get pale when you hear her. No,no,no please. You open and close your mouth like a fish out of the water, trying to say something, anything, to explain yourself, to tell her that even though that was your reason at first, you truly appreciate them now.But the words are stuck in your throat and Enid loses her patience. “I can’t believe you used her as Tyler did. I thought you were different.” She gives you a hurt look before closing the door. You stay frozen in place for a couple of minutes, your eyes burning with unshed tears.

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kookblurx · 10 months

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always and forever - kth

→ SUMMARY: Falling in love with him was easy.... so easy that it didnt felt real in the end.

→ GENRE: one-sided love, drama, sadness, heart break

→ RATING: 13

→ NOTE: hey guys, so i came up with a new theme and yes i deleted arranged marriage. im really sorry to everyone who wanted to keep up with it but i needed some change. i will upload one shots from now on and maybe some short fics about various kpop groups ( ofc also about BTS ). hope you will enjoy them.

BTS MASTERLIST ♡.°₊ˎˊ˗ ONE SHOT PLAYLIST

meeting him felt like a truck had hit you. full speed into the right spots. seeing his smile while he talked with the others in the office, stole your breath as you hid behind your computer screen. you could see the little sparkles in his eyes whenever someone cracked a joke. after a week you could memorize what his favourite coffee was and how he always made his way to the snack corner, first thing in the morning. it was weird. you knew all his habits but his name was still a mistery to you. you were never interested in the man who worked in your company but something about him was different. how he talked, walked, how he treated everyone with respect and how he always had a bright smile on his face. it made your heart skip a beat ever single time. it felt like you were back in highschool, experiencing your firsl love all over again.

the moment of truth came as you were ordered to bring some documents to the floor he was working in. your hands became sweaty as the elevator slowly reached the 5th floor. would he be happy to receive the documents from someone as plain looking as you? nervously you fixed your hair in the mirror before the doors slowly opened. it was now or never. pressing the folder against your chest, you made your way over to his desk. of course he was surrounded by other co workers, especially woman. for a moment you stopped. it would be so easy to give the documents to someone else, telling them you are in a hurry. no. like this you will never be able to ask him for his name. taking a deep breath your feet carried you over to the crouded desk. pushing yourself past the other woman in their pencil skirts, you finally managed to get to him. clumsy as you were, it was inevitable that you bumped against his shoulder.

"Im sorry"

you mumbled while pressing the folder against your chest. instead of getting mad at you he flashed you with his beautiful smile again, before reaching out his hands.

"thank you ... uh ..."

this was your chance to introduce yourself, to finally take a step closer to getting to know him. as the other woman looked you up and down ... your voice became stuck inside your throat. they were all so beautiful compared to yourself. he surely doesnt want to know your name, he had plenty of company. his eyes, however, were still glued to you, waiting for an answer.

"Me? ... Oh im Y/N"

"Thats a beautiful name. I'm Kim Taehyung"

since that day everything changed. you finally had the courage to greet him in the mornings and even spent your lunchbreaks with him. taehyung was an easy going guy who, to your suprise, didnt liked the attention he got from the other female workers. he preferred to be alone but he was fine with your company. you were easy to talk to and didnt tried to get into his "pants". your days had been filled with so much joy that you wished that this would never pass. that you two would keep continuing like this.

"You know .. I dont even get it. Why do they all seem interested in me? The day i got here.. suddenly everyone swarmed me. Not only the females but also my male co workers"

taehyung kept munching on an apple piece you had shared with him while he kept ranting about the attention he got from his co workers. like he did every single day. you couldnt help but laugh at it everytime. it was funny that a guy like him wasnt aware how he effected others with his presence. he wasnt even aware that your heart nearly jumped out of your chest whenever his fingertips accidentally touched yours.

everything could had be perfect, it could had stayed like this forever. just the two of you spending their lunchbreaks together and hanging out in bars after work. that was enough for you, at least for the time being. after a while taehyung stopped spending his lunchbreaks with you. no one knew where he always went during his breaks but taehyung was always back on time when the break ended. somehow he looked brighter than before, he was literally glowing whenever he had the time to meet you. something had happened in his life and it made you feel uneasy.

it was one of those nights you two spent at your favourite bar. the air was chilly as they were annoucing the first few days of december. sipping on your glass of alcohol your gaze went over to taehyung. even today he was more busy with his phone than talking with you, everything you said hitted a wall. it was hopeless. something, or someone was keeping him on his feet. grabbing your glass more tightly you made a decision. nearly at the same time the two of you turned around to face each other

"Taehyung I - ... !"

"YN ... You know- ..."

blinking in suprise you started to laugh. finally he had looked up from his phone to talk with you.

"You go first. You were on your phone the whole time so .. tell me, whats up"

suddenly taehyung became extremely nervous, you never saw him like this before. his cheeks grew red and he kept fidgeting with his phone inside his hands. somehow he seemed ... in love? no that cant be right? someone like taehyung wouldnt fall in love that easily with someone like you.

"You see ... I ... met someone! Thats why im always on my phone. She is really sweet and we both hitted it off immediately after i met her in a bar. I didnt knew if i should tell anyone about it yet but ... you are basically my best friend so .. i thought you should know it first!"

best friend. hearing those words from the person you love the most, sent daggers through your heart. with all the strenght you had left, you gave him a smile.

"Thats ... Thats awesome! Im happy for you Taehyung"

that night you cried into your pillow as your heart shattered into tiny little pieces. it was your fault. your fault for not telling him sooner, for being happy to just spend time with him .. it was your fault for thinking he would be by your side forever.

as expected it spread like a bush fire that kim taehyung found himself a girlfriend. she was a beautiful woman who worked one floor underneath your office. beside her appearance she was also really kind and tried to befriend you. she said "friends of taehyung are my friends too!" it made you sick to your stomach that she was literally perfect. perfect for him.

days, weeks and months went by without a single change. your heart still ached whenever you saw taeyhung in the parking lot with his girlfriend. they always held hands with each other or he kept embracing her as he said goodbye. you thought that, after 5 months, it would become easier. it didnt. for you, taeyhung was the perfect guy. a guy you could picture a future with but he wasnt meant for you. you two werent meant for each other. if fate would had wanted that .. it would had given you the courage to confess to him sooner. that woman was his destiny. you were just a by stander in his story. a friend. a best friend.

after a year of working in the same company, taehyung announced his engagement with her. everyone was invited to the wedding, including you. you wanted to decline but it didnt felt right. like in the past you were too scared to speak up. you didnt wantes to ruin his happiness. taehyung was too important to you, even now after all this time.

the wedding was beautiful. taehyung and his wife were beautiful. looking up at the sky while the freshly married couple shared a dance, a tear rolled down your cheek. it felt bittersweet watching the love of your life getting married to someone else. carefully someone placed a hand on your shoulder, quickly you wiped away your tears. after turning around you noticed that it was one of your co workers. in all this chaos of the last year you had forgotten his name. a soft smile was seen on his face as he gently squeezed your shoulder

"it hurts huh?"

"what do you mean?"

with a motion of his head he pointed at the newly wed couple

"that girl over there, the bride.. i had a crush on her for weeks. sadly it never worked out"

you werent really sure if you heard that right. fate was a tricky thing who liked to hurt people in the messiest ways. but it also loved to bring together the people who needed each other the most. with a smile on your face, you faced the stranger as he offered to go over to the bar to grab some drinks.

after the wedding the stranger you met there kept visiting you at your desk. by now you finally were able to get his name. he was Hoseok, in short, Hobi from the same floor as you. he worked as a secretary for the boss so you hadnt seen him much around. healing each others hearts wasnt an easy task but it was better than handling it alone. none of you could avoid gazing at the person you lost. whenever taehyung walked past you or the woman ... one of you always followed them with their eyes.

love hurts. one sided love hurts. it shatters your heart into million little pieces. while one person is happy, the other drowns in sadness. it took you 3 years to finally fell out of love with taehyung. him switching companies also helped a little bit. you two still talk sometimes. not often but taehyung made sure to meet you at least 4 times a month. the last time you saw him he told you about the baby which was growing inside his wifes belly. he sounded so happy as you tried to swallow the tears and the sadness. even if you got over him, seeing him so happy and sharing stories about his family .. still stung a little bit.

the contact between you two became less and less .. and finally after 5 years ... it stopped. you hadnt heard from him. he never called back and you didnt even knew how he was. if he still worked in the same company, if he moved .. if he was still together with her, nothing. while living your life to the fullest you never had managed to get rid of the photo you took of him one summer day. from time to time you took it out of your drawer. remembering the good times you two shared with each other. despite everything ... you still hoped that he kept his bright smile. no matter where he was right now. you hoped ... he would never lose it.

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life-winners-liveblog · 3 months

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Hey Author, in fanfiction terms what types of universes do the 3 Watchers like most?

Oh let's see, everyones perfect universe.

One: Angst, mistery, hurt/no confort.

Two: Drama, fake dating, hurt/confort.

Four: Superhero/Modern Au, misunderstandings, identity fuckery, crack/crack treated seriously.

#asks #trafficblr #traffic series #author answers

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cherrielip · 2 years

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lemon lollipops and salt

pairing: tom grant x fem!reader

summary: when a misterious girl comes to Cornwall Tom’s life turns upside down and her, frankly, too. maybe, just maybe, Tom hopes he could be happy this time…

warning: this part is minors safe but be aware that next one won’t be! technically this part could be read as a separate piece.

re blog if you like the story, that’d make me happy :)

Tom closed his eyes, lips curling into a Cheshire cat-like smile. He leans back, the coolness of the pub stone wall feels pleasant on his heated skin. He hears the crackles of ice in his Gin & Tonic. Something he’d never normally choose over a pint but today he felt rebellious. Taking a sip, he feels his mouth explode into millions of stars as the drink slides over his tongue. The lime bites his tastebuds. Tom cautiously opens one eye to peer around the crowded room. The pub is warm and dimly lit, buzzing like a beehive with the sound of conversation, laughter, glasses clinking and slow indie songs rolling off the speakers. Outside, it’s still boiling hot, the passersby hold onto their cold drinks, surfboards and towels as the heatwave refuses to leave Cornwall.

Inside, it smells of cigarettes and well-worn aged wood. The air is heavy. It makes the soft curls at his nape stick to the skin. It’s a rare occasion for Tom to have a day off. The hot summer temperatures are in full swing and it's hard to get out of bed in the morning. Tom Grant never thought of himself as a lucky guy. Just a regular Cornish lad with a tedious summer job at the beach inn. But he grew to love the place over time even with the lingering memories of Ruth that he could still taste at the tip of his tongue.

Tonight he doesn’t dwell on it too long as he sees you coming back from the bathroom. It is still a mystery to him how just the sight of this girl makes his edges soften and a tight knot appear in his belly. Tom takes another sip of his G & T, feeling the bubbles roll between his lips causing a prickle in his mouth. He is lost in thought, considering how he doesn't like mysteries. But you are a mystery and he chuckles at how cheesy his thoughts are.

The first time he notices you the sun is set high up on the horizon. The waves crashing against the rocks like a thunderstorm. The salty sea air is warm and humid to Tom’s nose as he folds his arms on top of his head to shield himself from the sun to get a better look at this stranger girl.

Ripped denim hangs low on your hips exposing a sliver of skin just under your striped tank top. He reckons no one actually wears such jeans anymore. Is it still 2003? Or maybe Earth made a full circle back and he didn’t care enough to notice. Your feet in dirty Vans stumbled over a trailer step, a suitcase falling over. Somehow Tom can’t help himself but chuckle softly when your glossy lips mutter ‘shite’.

He stares at his own well-worn Vans, hands in pockets when he gathers enough courage to crack a joke (which is not funny at all, but hey, he at least tries).

‘Happens to me all the time’ he squints his eyes from a bright sun.

You give him a side-eye and laugh. Suddenly he finds himself helpless. He feels lost in the face of feeling that somebody finds him funny. He watches as your lips, delicate pink and inviting, curl into a smile.

‘Yeah, right?’ your voice is bright and sickling sweet like honey on his morning toast.

Fuck him.

Later he curses himself for not actually helping you with that bloody suitcase.

Next days his mind wonders to you more than he’d like. Tom thinks that he probably is going crazy, he’s overreacting. For sure. Love and touch starved that’s what it is. But Christ he can’t help himself but hope to see you again. And again.

On a Tuesday evening, he readies himself to go back, surfboard tucked under his arm, towel hanging over his neck. Tom freezes when you walk out of the water, body slick with salty droplets. Your skin glistens under the rays of the setting sun and fuck, there is so much skin for him to see. It might be lulling rush of the waves sounding like an angel's wings. Or the glimmering sun that kisses the skin in the most secret places where your bikini hugs your body but he’s dumbstruck and doesn’t realise you had spoken to him, waving a hand at him.

That’s when he learns your name. He rolls it on his tongue as if to taste how it sounds when he says it.

It sounds good. Heavenly.

His voice quivers just a tiny bit when you offer him your hand, eyes big and bright, smiling like that at him.

‘I’m Tom’

He squeezes your fingers between his and shivers. You’re hot to touch.

The next time he notices you, the night with its soft paws slowly comes down onto the resort covering the space around with a feather-like inky coloured veil. The air was filled with the laughter of people, smoke from the cigarettes floating around, intertwining with the salty ocean breeze. It felt as if clouds fell in love with the moon, roaming around the night sky that offered the best view of this starry canvas above sleepless tourists. You sat outside your trailer on a lounge chair, bare feet propped up on the little table. There’s an open bottle of beer and a book in your hand. A cigarette between those pretty lips. He almost dies when you smile at him. His feet carry himself to you on their own accord when you summon him.

He looks boyish and slightly flustered. You try to hide a smile feeling the tips of your ears burn. You hope he feels the same but your heart skips several beats and you can’t really think straight.

‘It’s a crime to be working on such a lovely evening’ you salute him with your beer bottle.

Tom mumbles something extremely dumb under his breath, trying to hide a blush that creeps up his face. Still, your giggles explode into laughter. Your smile could burn him from inside out and Christ, he would not mind being reduced to ash.

You laugh. You’re laughing at his stupid jokes and it makes his belly burn with earning heat. Tom thinks he’s a fucking creep eyeing you like a lemon lollipop on a sunny day but he can’t help himself staring at you.

Your voice is gentle, it is full of light and it reminds him of carefree childhood days. His chest swells and he’s afraid it’ll explode because fuck, he could just eat you up.

Oh, get a grip.

‘You want one?’ you point to a beer bottle and he only manages to nod.

You smile in response and it warms his cheek with a grin. You disappear inside your trailer.

He’s sitting opposite your lounge chair when you hand him his bottle.

‘Here you go, good sir’ fingers brushing against his.

He stumbles over his words, blushing profusely. ‘Thank you, my lady’

My lady.

When beer bottles are half empty your conversation drifts into discussing one another day, the unpredictable weather, and how good this beer is. You mention the documentary you saw recently on BBC and Tom shares his love for Paolo Nutini’s music. You both agree that the guy is a bloody genius.

Tom wonders if could this be any more perfect and can’t stop himself from remembering that day on the beach and your bikini.

He rambles about his favourite Nutini songs, you looking at him with those big, shiny wet eyes that make his heart flutter. That night he dreams of you.

So now when he sees your figure walk over to the bar he watches you intently.

You gather your hair, thick and dry from salty water, and secure it in a loose bun. You feel the droplet of sweat rolling down your nape, tickling the softest skin on your back. It disappears behind your summer dress, following the route of your spine. Daisies on your dress flutter as you walk, hugging your thighs with its silky touch.

He calls out for you.

And god, your name never sounded more perfect than now.

#tom grant (make up)#tom grant x reader #tom grant #make up 2019 #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #tom grant smut #tom grant x you #tom grant x fem reader #tom make up #joe quinn make up

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karereiko · 1 month

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Morimu week 2024

Day 4 - OP 4

I know I'm late but had hellish last two days. I wanted to do something Sherlock for op4 and I was thinking of him trying to crack Mary's mistery and what her deal was, or him VS Milverton. I was so amazed by Sherly going so strong at that scene.

I love middle part of this op4, well, from all Mori-side scenes I think the one that comes to my mind the most is one when William is depressed, trying to rise from sitting behind his desk but people pushes him down while singing middle song again about arresting and hating LoC.

But mostly morigang actors chill on backstage during this OP XD, like mostly we get Whitelay story and Mary arc, and I love how Sherlock is bothered by Mary. John and her are cute, I love the hug they have after truth is told. She tried so hard because she really cares about John. Sherlock was so funny to watch and they didn't cut roof scene like in anime. DVD addlib was so funny too, amazing come back to op3, love things like that! And whole part in Milverton's mansion was just perfect, heart breaking and powerful, sherliam first fight. I love scene where William sits on the ground, broken and destroyed in dark, while we also see Sherlock broken by what he done and singing his ending song too. This is part when train called sad and depression arrived. I kinda wish they did tea part at start, happy morigang at start, broken at end.

But I get getting Bond for that part only would be waste. Still I like Morigang together, they have great chemistry and love to see them happy.

#moriarty the patriot #yuumori #william james moriarty #sherlock holmes #yuukoku no moriarty #morimuweek2024 #milverton

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hailkingphantom · 2 years

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Dp x dc

Gremlin of caos

Batman was in a case, in a strange case

People of all the world starting see a unknow figure what always let caos where ever is saw.

He begun collecting news.

'Superman chase a unknow entity who steal the golden globe and use it as a ball'

'A giant green dog is sight wander in Star City'

'A unknow entity is sight in the cameras of the zoo'

'Misterious dissaparition of chickens'

'Unknow entity write "you'll never catch me flying furrys" in the principal office of WE'

He broke his cup.

"Moderate, master bruce"

"Sorry Alfred, this case is estressing me more than should" and that entity was annoying

Then he hear a 'crack'

"Danny, auch-ch, okay sorry i won't do it again!" a young female voice said

"You said that before and here we are!" Another young voice said, male this time

"This time will be different! So just let go my ear off!" Said the girl, pushing away the other kid who sigh

"What were you planning ?" The boy asks raising a brow

"Just a little prank, I was going to let some real bats in the batcave and paint there 'We are for our dad', apart you like pranks too why are you so mad?! "

" First, you were in international news and let me handle Jazz alone. ALONE. Second, YOU WERE GOING TO PRANK BATMAN WITHOUT ME!" The boy yell, the girl look at the boy and apologise before dissapear of the sight.

If he found Damian claiming parental rights above some little bats after, well, at least he know where they come from

#danny phantom #dp x dc #bruce wayne #damian wayne #danielle

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likeastars · 1 year

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Yandere!AU and Ada's no good, very bad day.

For @incorrect-nevermore that told me that otherwise she would take the band!AU in the divorce >:(

Warning: this gets fucked up. Pretty bloody and horny because they are my blorbos and they have every disease 💝💖💕💕💗💝💖💘

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Annabel has an horrendous bite etched onto the skin.

That's not the first thing she notices, obviously. That's reserved for Lenore, slouching on the other woman's shoulder, her face cut by a tiny grin and her brows a bit scrunched, as she whispers and giggles in her hear.

But then the bite becomes visible and. Wow. (It's a bad wow. It's a very bad wow and she feels sick)

She can see it from a distance, ugly and red, sprouting from Annabel's unbuttoned blouse and hastily thrown on jacket. There are still droplets of blood slowly making their way from her pulse point down her shoulder.

And Montresor knew it, and even if Montresor was the worst of the worst he knew it and he said it, that between them they had something absolutely and truly and incomparably

Fucked.

But Montresor has been gone for a long time now, and nobody knows how or where or why.

(Students say that if you go near the ex-magazine on the first floor you can still hear his screams. She thinks they should stop talking about it because otherwise Annabel will make them)

Ada tries to make peace with the situation as quickly as she can: she just has to make her way down the corridor, enter her room (good God she doesn't want to know the state her room is in) and act like she hasn't witnessed the most unholy thing in her life.

Then she locks eyes with Annabel.

And she feels like swearing for the second time that evening.

The blonde gets a bit of a crease on her forehead, but she leisurely makes her way towards her, like it's alright. Like it's normal.

She laughs with Lenore, and the dark-haired outcast throws a "hey Ada!" In her direction. Her tone is kind (she is always kind, even with cowards like her) but she looks... weird. She's still leaning heavily on Annabel and she feels like her hears are there only to capture her every word and every breath and her eyes to track and drink and worship every movement of her body.

She looks drunk.

Drunk on her.

"You're just the woman I wanted to see, love! I wanted to discuss a little... situation with you." Lenore snorts and Annabel stops breathing for a second just to bask in the sound.

Ew.

"Can't you wait until tomorrow?" A glare. "I-I know that if you sought me out you must have something important to discuss but..." she forces out a yawn as one last desperate attempt to just go to sleep and forget this nightmare of an evening. "I'm pretty tired and I'm afraid I wouldn't give it the attention it deserves." She cracks out an apologetic smile, for good measure.

The crease in Annabel's forehead is more evident now.

Ada is not keeping count of the swears anymore.

"Bu- but, obviously, what you have to say comes first!" It doesn't. It really doesn't and she has to bite down her lip to not let the tears spill.

Annabel, luckily, smiles. Ada hopes.

"Good!" She says, then she claps her hands like Ms. Poppet before she gives merits. "You see, my darling pet here," she pops a bit the p and Lenore nuzzles into her a bit more, "was telling me all about your recent attempts at... befriending her. She even mentioned a striking collaboration between the two of you in the "Mistery Manor" and..."

Her expression crumples.

"I don't like it."

Fuck fuck fuck FUCK they have sorrounded her. While spouting sugar coated words they have sorrounded her and she feels her breath become heavy heavy heavy and there is no

goddamned

way out of their grasp.

She dies tonight. Of that, she is sure.

(And has been sure of for a while).

"Calm down love!" Annabel's hand on her shoulder feels like poison seeping under her skin. Her smile is so fake she feels like puking.

"You see, my pet is really attached to her little group of friends." Annabel caresses Lenore's cheekbone as she talks, "and as much as that irritates me," she's fucking scratching it now and Ada feels herself go paler, because Lenore is loving it.

"I would do anything, anything, to keep my pet happy." They are looking in each other's eyes now.

Annabel takes a drop of blood from Lenore's cheek and looks at it like it's a treasure.

Then she licks. It. Off.

"So," she keeps going why does she keep going "say it."

It isn't an order. It's divine judgement.

Lenore talks for the first time in this insane conversation, asking: "are you my friend, Ada?"

And Ada thinks and thinks and thinks of Montresor's growls as he said to stay away from Lenore, of laughter, of Morella's worried eyes and of Annabel's freezing glare but she also doesn't.

This life, or death.

She begs, between the tears and the sobs, blurting out: "yes! Yes- sure, without doubt, I care for you so much Lenore I-"

BANG!

The bullet crushes her skull and bludgeons her brain and Ada falls on the floor cracking what was left of her head in a disgusting, apocalyptic, and final

CRUNCH.

It was the wrong answer.

Ada is no more.

The other orbs it the forest tell her what happened next, because they are eyes and they are ears and they are all.

They tell her that Annabel worriedly cupped Lenore's face, with tender hands still dirty of blood, and she asked: "but wasn't she one of your little playthings, Lenore?" And that Lenore threw her gun away and gently took those killer hands in hers, correcting her, "Friends, my darling." then curing the thunder of anger the correction caused with a kiss on the sweet skin of her wrist. "I love my friends a lot, and you know that." A peck on the forearm, "I would die for them," on the shoulder, "kill for them." on the neck. "But for you, Annabel Lee,"

She nibbled on the soft soft skin of her ear. "I would burn the world down."

Annabel ended up backed against the wall of the corridor, her boots on Ada's cold fingers and her breath ragged.

Their mouths were so close they were burning while their eyes were already tasting what was to come, when Lenore whispered:

"She, was neither. She wasn't worth a single crinkle of your brows."

And Ada has been mocked many times, but that was maybe the one that cut the most.

They kissed, voraciously. Like animals, touching and biting and scratching, hands getting hungrier and hungrier, and bodies rowdy and loud in a tango of damning love.

Then the orbs, that were all, that saw all, that witnessed wild monsters and an even more monstrous academy, start shivering, and hesitating.

They tell her, in what feels like a whisper, that while the women were undressing, the spirits saw their backs, in that hall.

Haunted backs, they say.

They were full of red from cuts, and blue from bruises, and a sickly, rotten orange from badly healed burns. Words were scarred onto their skin, and they looked like wedding vows.

Then Lenore and Annabel retreated into her room, and the spirits refuse to tell her more.

#*bites them like a chew toy* I made the insaner. hell yeah.#nevermore webtoon #annabel lee nevermore #lenore nevermore #white raven #ada nevermore #nev #my writing

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unluckyhoneybee · 2 years

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Miraculous Montana (Michael Italiano)

Michael hated you, but maybe the trip to Montana helped. Angsty.

Note: I wrote it, I didn't like it, and then I rewrote it. I don't really know if this fic makes much sense. I started this in August and while cleaning my drafts found it again. I hope you like this.

Warning: blood. A creep and some verbal harassment.

How can you love someone who despises you? Basically watching him being a sweetheart with everyone else. He was caring, intelligent, attractive... He had everything. It was annoying. But he didn't liked me. He had me craving what he gave to anyone but me.

When I started working with Danny, managing the aesthetically stuff about his label, designing merch, creating content... Michael wasn't happy. He didn't like to have me around. He was always grumpy and ignored me. Why? It was still a mistery to me.

Now we were in Montana, riding our bikes between giants, huge mountains surrounding us. It was special. The place was beautiful. I was riding with Scotty and Dan, being stupid and just enjoying like kids.

It was awesome, really. I never had so much fun.

"YN! It's not that hard!" They were insisting on me crossing the river. There was a huge fallen tree and we were supposed to use it as a bridge.

"It is! I'm a graphic designer not and athlete!"

"Corey crossed and he is a photographer!"

"Fuck off, Daniel!"

I put the first foot on the old wood and it cracked a bit.

"OH shit"

"We don't have the whole day, fuck" I heard Michael groan.

"Shut up, Italiano"

I took another step and it cracked again.

"Fuck..." I looked at them. Danny, Cody and Scotty were laughing so hard, Blake was recording and Michael was looking away, arms crossed on his chest and tense posture. "If I die frozen in a river it's all your fault."

I took another step and it made a louder noise. I let a loud squeak noise.

"Fine." Michael groaned and walked in my direction, he climbed on the tree too and reached a hand. "I'll help you"

"No! You must be over 100 kilos! Climb down! You and all your muscles will break it!"

The others laughed.

"YN, stop being so stubborn and grab my hand."

I scoffed and obeyed. He was an idiot and so rude with me but he had those brown eyes and I couldn't resist.

I grabbed his hand and he slowly helped me cross the river. As I reached the other side, his hand let go off mine and I almost trip.

"Oh fuck, Italiano. Didn't you want to help?" I said.

He only gave me a side look and walked away.

I frowned and Scotty pinched my cheek.

"So brave"

He gave me a bear hug and I laughed, forgetting about the stupid trainer fast. Soon we were on our bikes again.

The air was hitting my face and it was so so fresh. I was glad that Danny had given me one of his huge hoodies because I would be freezing.

Scotty and Daniel were riding with no hands, keeping them on their back as I followed them laughing.

Cody was recording next to me and Blake and Michael were in front.

But somehow, Daniel tripped with a rock or something, braked way too fast and...

Don't run over Daniel, he has to race!

"Shit, Daniel!"

I tried to avoid him and... PAM!

I flew. I literally flew. I stopped touching the bike and instead I ended up in a bush and kind of everything hurt.

"YN! Shit YN!"

"Oh fuck"

"Where is she?"

"I can see her foot"

"Is it attached to the body?"

I could hear them panicking.

"Fuck" I muttered. "Here!"

When I opened my eyes. All their face were peaking through the branches.

"Are you okay?" Daniel asked in panic.

"Is breathing enough?"

"Nop"

"My leg hurts." I said looking around. "Someone give me a hand. I need to get out of here"

"Yeah, move guys."

His deep voice alarmed me. Soon, Michael's hands were grabbing mine.

"Mate, be careful" Scotty said touching his arm.

"I know" Michael groaned.

His hands felt so delicate when they tried to grab me by my arms, right under my armpits. I grabbed onto him and he pulled me out of the bush who had different spines that gripped my clothes hard. Poor Danny, his hoodie would be a mess.

"Ouch" I said as soon as I put my feet on the ground.

"Oh shit, she is bleeding." Daniel walked away covering his eyes.

Blake was pulling leaves and tiny branches out of my hair and Cody was checking the phone. Scotty was looking from a few meters away, pale as a ghost and panic on his eyes.

"Fine, let's see. You can steady yourself here" I looked at Michael and for a moment I felt numb. What the fuck is he talking about?. "I have to check that leg. Maybe you have broke something"

Why so worried?

He knelt down and I had to grab his shoulders. I looked down. He slowly lifted my sweats, revealing a very much wounded shin.

"Oh no" I groaned, then fully aware of the pain. There was fresh blood flooding out of my skin. The grey pants were now broken and stained red.

"Okay, it's fine. It doesn't look broken and you are standing, so good news." He said sighing and touching my ankle on different places.

"It hurts" I mumbled.

He looked up at me.

"I know."

His eyes looked at me in a different way. I saw no anger, no annoyance. He was worried.

"Guys, there is no signal" Cody said showing us his phone.

I groaned.

"I can't ride the bike. It fucking hurts so much"

We all stayed in silence, exchanging looks and thinking.

"That looks so bad. What were you doing?" Daniel said looking at my leg.

"Trying to not crash with mister F1 driver!" I exclaimed.

"Okay, you guys go and pick the car. I stay here with her" Michael said.

Wait what?

"No, hey. Why you? Scotty can. Right? Or Blake. Or Cody. Even Danny!"

What the fuck was going on with him? He hated me for years and now he wanted to stay with me and play the babysitter.

"Yes, YN. You hurt yourself and I'm the only one who has a little knowledge in case you need more help"

I opened my mouth to answer, but was there really something to say? He was right after all. I didn't trust the others for their first aid knowledge.

"Fine. Nice plan. Mate, don't let the bears eat her." Scotty said. "I want her alive for dinner"

Michael looked up at Scotty and rolled his eyes. Why was he like this? Why was suddenly he so dry with angry at Scotty?

"We will come back fast" Danny said.

"Not too fast, the road is awful!" I exclaimed when they were already leaving. I didn't want them to have an accident because of me.

The moment we lost the sight of them, the most thick and uncomfortable silence fell between us.

Fine. Now let's wait here in the middle of the forest, close to late afternoon, the sunset, in a place full of bears and all kind of wild animals, with a man that hates me and with whom I'm madly in love with.

"I'm going to sit" I said in a whisper.

I tried to walk and hide the pain. I didn't want him all worried over me.

I bit my lip and walked down the road while looking for a rock.

"YN, wait"

He grabbed my arm but I pulled.

"I'm fine"

"No, you are bleeding. Let me..."

"Don't pretend you care now, Italiano" I snapped. "I'm fine. I can do it on my own"

He stopped walking and I put some distance. I found a proper rock and sat on it. I looked a down. The blood was now staining my shoes.

"Fuck" I groaned.

I pulled my bottle of water and took a deep breath. Slowly, I poured some on the nasty wound and hissed. Fuck.

"Let me"

"No"

"YN, let me."

"I said no!"

"You will hurt yourself more!"

"Why do you care?"

His brown eyes looked at mine and I saw a million thoughts running around his mind. His face turned pink and he frowned. He was angry.

"Stop being so stubborn and just let me take care of you"

I felt the air leaving my lungs and then I was unable to resist.

He waited for a couple of seconds before kneeling in front of me.

"Fine. Just... I'm going to clean it a bit and then we will cover it at the house."

I nodded but didn't say anything. He may hate me, but he made my heart jump like a roller-coaster.

He took a first aid kit from his bag. Obviously he had one.

He pulled some antiseptic and cotton.

"It may..."

"Okay"

He sighed.

"Okay. Ready?"

"Yes."

He poured some directly on the wound and I groaned and cursed.

"Sorry" He whispered.

Seeing him being so gentle with me was so strange. So unlikely.

"It's not deep. Only a bad scratch."

I hummed.

"It will hurt during days, though"

Why do you care?

He cleaned all the blood that had dripped down my leg and put everything back on his bag.

"Okay. Now we'll wait"

I hugged myself and look at the road. They would take their sweet time. We weren't that close.

He sat on the floor, his back against the rock and sighed.

The silence was horrible, the tension was unbearable and I just wanted to take the bike and go home. Why the fuck had him offered himself? Someone else could have cleaned the wound. He could just leave the kit and go. There was no need to stay here frowning and playing with his watch because he hated me so much to start a simple conversation.

The worst thing was how light was fading and soon there would be none. And there were so many noises in the wood. Probably raccoons waiting for the perfect moment to attack.

"Stop it"

"What?"

"Stop tapping with your foot. It's making the would bleed more." He said.

I looked down. I haven't even noticed.

"Sorry."

"Don't be. It will only hurt yourself"

I bit my lip. He was looking at the woods on the other side of the road. He wasn't even paying attention to me. He looked good. The blue of his raincoat made his light skin look even lighter. He had that beard from some days and his hair was messy because of the helmet.

"You should stop your thing with Scotty" He said.

I frowned.

"My thing with Scotty?"

"You shouldn't flirt with engaged guys"

I blinked fast. Had I hitted my head on the fall?

"You are a fucking cunt. I can't fucking believe you, Michael. This is getting out of hand"

I got up and tried to walk away, not getting far obviously because 1, I was in pain and 2, I was so fucking scared. But the anger wouldn't let me stay next to him.

Flirting with Scotty? Why the fuck did he thought I was flirting with Scotty? He was such an idiot.

"If you payed more attention you would see how Scotty is one of my best friends and almost a brother for me." I said out loud for him to hear. "You are just an idiot whi can't see further than your own abs. There is more than you and your stupid training, you know? People have feelings. You can just go around saying stuff like other's criticism can only make you stronger and then be a fucking prick with the people around you." I didn't even looked at him as I rambled. I kicked a pebble in anger and it fucking hurt. "Shit"

I wanted to cry. I just wanted him to be at least my friend. I wasn't asking for him to fall in love with me. I only needed him to not hate me.

"YN..."

"Don't talk to me. I don't want to talk to you. You shouldn't have stayed. I could have waited alone"

No. I couldn't have. I was terrified. There wasn't almost any light anymore.

I heard him sigh defeated.

I stayed there, leaving my weight on the good leg and breathing deeply to not whince in pain.

Some minutes ago, I saw the lights and my mood light up. Finally.

The car, or that buggy they loved so much, stopped in front of me. Daniel and Scotty were on it. I sighed happily.

"Hey, you are standing. No need to cut that leg?" Scotty said.

"Yet" I pointed.

They laughed.

"Let's go. It's getting all dark and cold."

I sat on the back of the buggy and sighed on relief. The little bitch hurt. Michael sat next to me and gave me a look I couldn't read. He was giving me baby cow eyes and it was so confusing.

"Let's go"

It didn't took us long to arrive, Danny was using his best (and most dangerous) skills.

Once we got in the house, Scotty was fast to help me climb the stairs on the porch.

"If you need us to carry you to the bed, just say it" Danny added.

"I can manage that. Thank you guys" I pinched their cheeks and they both laughed.

I walked to the toilet, I wanted to cover the wound and changed into clean and not broken clothes. But a heavy hand fell on my shoulder. I shivered. I knew perfectly who he was.

"Let me do it"

I closed my eyes for a second. Five minutes. Only five minutes.

I simply nodded.

He had left his stuff outside, just like me.

I sat in the toilet and he looked down at me. I saw how he wanted to speak but was afraid to do it.

"Okay. Um... Do you mind if..."

"Just do whatever you have to do" I said avoiding his puppy eyes. I didn't had that much self control.

He took what he needed and knelt in from of me.

Carefully he took my shoe and sock off. He was so delicate, as if I would break. With gentle movements he cleaned the wound again and covered it.

"We will check it tomorrow"

"We?"

He sighed and looked into my eyes.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you..."

"I don't care."

I got up and left.

A couple of hours later, I was sitting with Danny on the fire. The others were inside.

"Why do you have Mike looking like a lost puppy? I used to think he could fight bears and stuff and now he looks like he could barely fight Winnie the Pooh." He said.

I took a deep breath.

"To be fair? Revenge."

"Revenge?"

"You know, he has been treating me like shit for years. He is receiving some of his own medicine"

"YN... That's..."

"Fucked up? Yes. I know. But he really came and told me to stop flirting with Scotty."

"Why were you-"

"I wasn't!"

"Oh shit. He really is stupid." He said more to himself.

"Why do you say that?"

He played dumb.

"Daniel"

"Give him a try, please"

"I did. I gave him a long ass try. I left him try for years and he has just been a cold piece of shit and..."

"Actually, I think you are this angry because you like him. You like him a lot. I have eyes. Don't deny it. He is an idiot? Yes. You did nothing wrong, really."

I looked away. I had nothing to say.

"The thing is that maybe... Only maybe... You should give him one last try. He has been so blind for so long. Maybe he is just starting to realize now"

"Do you think I can go on as if he hadn't ignored me for years? Or I can forget all this shitty comments? I can forget all of that only because he now has decided that he wants to help me and do some charity work"

"YN..."

"I can't, Daniel."

"I know. I know. I'm not asking you to marry him. I'm asking you to try to stay civic. To have a good relationship."

I frowned.

"For me?"

"Don't put an adorable face, Ric"

Next day went in a blur. Michael had kept the distance he had only come to me when suddenly the wound had started bleeding again. We didn't talk much then.

Now I was sitting watching the rodeo, kind of tired and consumed by thoughts. I hadn't slept well plus I had been limping around the whole day.

"I think I need a beer" I told Blake.

"Do you need me to go with you?"

"No, it's fine. It doesn't hurt that much" I lied. I didn't want them to worry.

"Fine. Buy one for me"

"Of course"

I walked to one of the bars as fast as I could. Which wasn't much. I leaned over the bar and waited patiently.

"Hey, miss. Did your man fuck you so hard you can't walk?!" I tried to ignore the wave of nausea. I knew that that raspy deep vpice was talking to me. "Are you deaf or somethin? I bet I could fuck you harder. I could fuck you so hard you wouldn't end up limping, you would have to stay in bed for days"

I closed my eyes for a second and breathed through my nose.

"Such a little thing... I see... So delicate and tiny."

Then I felt his hand on my waist and I turned around so fast. I hitted his arm and tried to move away. Why was no one doing anything? Other men were just there looking.

"Oh, a fighter"

I walked back and tripped, hurting my leg and groaning in pain.

"L-leave me alone"

"No"

"Please"

"You will be begging me to fuck you in a few minutes. Come with me and..."

Out of nowhere and fast as a lightning, Michael appeared and stepped in front of me.

"Mate. You should leave"

"I don't want to"

"I don't care what you want or not. Leave"

"What the fuck is an aussie doing here? Get the fuck out of my way, I was having a conversation"

"You were not"

I grabbed Michael's arm when he straightened his back. I didn't want him to start a fight. That was the last thing I needed.

He looked down at me.

"Let's go, Michael." I said trying to stay as calm as possible.

"Okay"

To see us ignoring him, the man got even angrier.

"You little whore..."

"Fuck off, mate."

Soon Michael had an arm around my waist and was helping me to walk away. I was shaking.

"YN..."

"It's fine. I'm fine." I completely lied to him.

"You don't..."

"I said I'm fine!" I felt so humiliated and frustrated.

He looked into my eyes for a second, then in front of us.

"Fine. Okay."

I spent the rest of the afternoon sitting close to them. Gladly, Michael didn't told them anything. Instead, he stayed with me and didn't left me alone when the other went to buy a drink or use the toilet.

After dinner. Daniel and Scotty had passed out in the sofas, they had drunk so much beer. Blake was tipsy and watching something stupid on TV and Corey was no where to be seen.

I knew that Michael was outside. I had seen him leave a whole ago.

I hadn't stopped thinking. I wanted to know what had changed on him.

I got up and threw a blanket on. Then, I walked to the porch. He was sitting in the swing and the metal was doing that awful noise, he had an empty beer bottle on his hand and was looking at the sky.

When the door closed behind me, he turned his face. For a moment we didn't speak. How the fuck do I start?

I decided that the first step was sitting next to him. I got comfortable on the seat.

"I never said thank you" I said. He may be a dick, but he had helped me with that creep.

"It's nothing"

I nodded and looked back at the sky.

"Are you okay?"

Am I? No. Definetly not.

"I'm not sure"

"Do you want to talk?"

I looked at him.

"I want to talk about why you have started caring about me now. Why not when we met? Why have you been such a big prick and what has changed now?"

He closed his eyes for a while.

"I'm sorry"

"That's not enough. I deserve an explanation because I just wanted us to be friends like the others and you have ignored me. For years!" I felt a tear falling down my face and I cleaned it furiously "And now you come here to play the hero! Right after accusing me of things that only existed in your head. How do you think I feel?!"

"I wish I could take it all back and start over" He said.

I looked at him. That's all?

He grabbed my hand and I felt my breath hitching on my throat. My eyes fell on his face and my heart rate went crazy.

"I was scared of you. I really liked you the first days. You were always happy and smiling and Daniel loved you and was so happy with you working for him... I don't know..."

"You were jealous of Danny?"

"No! When I say he loved you it's more like... I don't know. You have a great friendship. It happened so fast, you won him over a few days"

"You were scared of me being a substitute?"

He nodded.

"Are you stupid? How the fuck I'm going to get something with Danny stronger than what you have?"

"I am."

"I'm glad you can see it"

"I'm sorry" He said once more.

I leaned back.

"And why are you so keen to help me right now? What changed?"

"I think... I think I'm getting old"

It made me laugh.

"Did you run out of hate or something?"

"I never hated you"

I stayed silent.

"I understand that maybe you don't believe me. And I know that you won't forgive me so easily. But I never hated you. I was on defense mode."

"For how long? I have worked with you for years. You have ignored me for years"

He looked at me.

"You won't ever know how much it hurt to be treated like that. To see how sweet you are with the others and how you treated me like shit." I tried to get up and walk away, but pain shot up my knee and I lost balance.

Michael caught me fast and made me sit again.

"Be carefull please." He whispered.

I closed my eyes and cleaned a tear that had fallen.

"How do I forget about this years? You've hurt me so bad. I-I can't simply accept that you were just on a defensive mode"

His arms were still around me. I wanted to lean closer, to rest my forehead on his. But I could not.

"Let me make it up to you"

"How?"

He was quick, he cupped my face and pressed a soft kiss on my lips. I gasped for air when he pulled back.

"Let me show you I'm really sorry. Please. I care about you. Give me an opportunity to treat you how you deserve."

And how could I say no when he was looking at me like that.

"Let me take care of you and help you heal. I Wan to fix the damage I caused"

I bit my lip and nodded slowly.

"Okay"

"Yeah?"

With a hand on the back of his neck, I sealed it with a kiss.

"Only one"

"I won't waste it."

#Michael italiano #Mi #Fic #Angsty #F1

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