#idk I just can’t help but wonder how her kids feel about all this

[timemachineyeah]

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#do you ever think about jkrowlings kids #like I know that’s weird but I literally partly got invested in the books because the second one had ‘for Jessica’ as its dedication #and I was like 11 and went ‘haha I’M JESSICA’ but I also knew the author meant someone else #and found out later it was her daughter #and she has like??? four or five kids??? #wouldn’t they all be adults by now? or not? I know the other Jessica would be #anyway with that many kids odds are at least one of them is like mortified by their mother rn #and like probably in the really terrible position that so many of us have been in of having a parent who you love but has hateful opinions #and also historically had had power over you and maybe still does #and like I wanna say ‘it would be funny if one of her kids publicly shamed her’ but like honestly not really #idk I just can’t help but wonder how her kids feel about all this #are they all 100% family loyalty on her side or does this suck for any of them

[lovebugism]

AH HI!! so... i love the way you write ditzy!reader, and especially with steve idk it just warms my heart yk? The way they interact 😭 it's so lovely

Since I'm an angsty girly at heart, I thought about a situation where steve gets a teeny tiny bit frustrated with ditzy!reader, but it's just seconds, even less than that but it's enough to make her upset for making him upset but also a super fluffy moment between both of them and steve being mesmerized by her and just so much in love

ahh thank u lovie! pls enjoy!! — steve gets frustrated with his sensitive gf and makes up with her accordingly (hurt/comfort, established relationship, 2.7k)

fictober (㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ)

You keep Steve company during the last half of his shift like you always do. 

He’s grumpier than usual, though — all pouty and visibly brooding. 

You plop yourself on the front counter of Family Video and ask him what’s wrong, and he tells you that the day’s been hell and he’s just tired. There is no “but I feel better now” like there usually is when he’s upset but doesn’t want you to think it’s your fault. 

The “because you’re here” is typically implied. 

Not so much now.

You’re having the complete opposite day of your sulking boyfriend. Yours had been dreadfully boring, or at least you say it had been, but you find a million different things to tell him. You’re too excited after having spent so many hours without him, like a dog with a wagging tail. You’ve got the zoomies of the mouth, if you could even call it that.

“—And then I saw the cutest dog on the way over here. His name was Cappy, and he was huge, and the owner was so nice. He even let me pet him, and he literally felt like a cloud— the dog, not the owner.”

Steve is used to this. The whole rambling about nothing thing. He loves it about you, actually. It took him ages to coax you out of that shell after your asshole ex told you that you talked too much, convinced you that no one cared about what you had to say.

You’re more comfortable now, and Steve loves that you are, but right now he just can’t concentrate.

Keith’s been on his ass about inventory all day, and he just learned how to do it on the old, bulky computer this morning — but only after Robin made him an hour late to his shift. Everything’s just too much now. He’s overwhelmed to the point of spontaneous combustion. 

For the first time ever, you’re not helping.

“—And, like, I know when we move into our apartment, we’re technically not allowed to have pets, but like… What about a fish? Or a turtle?” you wonder aloud but don’t stop to let him answer. Sitting on the edge of the counter, you kick your feet and flit your eyes to the spotted ceiling. “What if I start feeding the deer in the woods, and they just start showing up at our backdoor? ‘Cause technically—”

“Babe, please,” Steve snaps suddenly when your sneaker knocks his chair. He’s buzzing with anger, and even though it’s not because of you, he doesn’t know where else to put it.

Your eyes go wide at the newfound bite in his tone. He’s not shouting at you, but it makes your heart stop like he is. You feel like a kid again, getting scolded for being “too much.”

“…What?” you squeak.

Steve sighs. A deep, heavy sigh. It doesn’t remove the leaden weight from his chest, though. 

“I’m… I’m really trying to concentrate here, and you’re just— you’re making it really hard,” he tells you through gritted teeth, trying hard to keep his composure.

You deflate like a popped balloon. “Oh…”

He can hear the waver in your tone, the way your voice sounds wet with unshed tears. But he’s too overwhelmed — internally raging and selfish with it. His sweltering temper makes his woe feel more important than yours.

“Yeah, so… Can you just— go bother someone else for, like, five minutes?” he asks, fists clenched on either side of the clunky keyboard, his gaze concentrated on the pixelated screen. “Robin’s probably sulking in a corner somewhere. Go find her.”

Your face crumbles like a balled-up piece of paper. Your chest gets all tight, and your eyes start to burn when tears gather behind them.

You’d always been a flower of melodrama — blooming eternally and constantly sensitive. So when Steve cut you off as you fantasized about a family of deer living in the backyard of an apartment you were supposed to share together, it felt like a knife in your chest. 

The irrational thought that he no longer wanted any of that with you was fleeting and vivid and burning. Irrational, still.

But now you’re annoying him. He’s told you as much, with an unusual harshness he’s never spat at you before. And now your fears feel much more real.

“I’m bothering you?” you ask him, barely intelligible through the whimper in your throat.

Steve huffs again. His elbows thunk against the desk when he puts his head in his palms, swiping his fingers through his hair like he always does when he’s antsy. 

“I just really need to get this done,” he tells you, softer now. He makes himself mad all over again, though, and gets sharper once more. “I need to finish this before I get fired, and then we have no apartment to move into because we have no money, alright?”

There it is. The root of all his anger. A lingering feeling of inadequacy. 

He wants a life with you, but all he’s got is a measly Family Video salary — which he’s lucky to have apparently, because he can’t seem to do anything right. It stirs like a fire in the pit of his stomach.

After another deep breath, he finally turns to look up at you. His honey eyes are wet and stern. The chiseled edges of his features are sharp. Gently, he pleads. “I really need to work here, babe.”

You nod, understanding and internally weeping. “Okay. I’m— I’m sorry, I was just— I’ve been missing you all day, and I got too excited, I think,” you confess, wringing your clammy hands in your lap like a scolded child.

“Don’t apologize,” Steve says with a huff, leaning back against the squeaking swivel chair. It’s old and has lost all its cushion. His stiff back aches all the more. There’s no relief, to any of it. 

He sits back up again and puts his unsure hands back on the keyboard. “Just— Just go, okay? Let me finish this.”

He leaves little room for argument.

You wouldn’t, though, even if you wanted to. Which you do. You’re just not strong enough.

—————

Steve tells you to go, but you end up in the kiddie corner across the store. 

Mr. Rogers puts on a bright red cardigan and sings a tune that makes you feel like crying. You sit on the color-blocked carpet, surrounded by block toys, and clutch a stuffed bunny to your chest. You can’t tell if the vintage VHS is making the screen blurry or if it’s the tears gathering heavy at your waterline.

Robin walks by you, does a double-take, and immediately reports to Steve.

“What did you do?” she interrogates with narrowed eyes, strolling up to the counter with a cart full of tapes to put away.

The hearty tap, tap, taping of the keyboard fills the silence. 

Steve doesn’t look at her until he’s finished up the last of his work. Only when it’s fully and finally complete does his hardened gaze dart to her. “What are you talking about?”

“Your girlfriend. She’s upset.”

“What do you mean she’s upset?”

Robin rolls her eyes at his obliviousness. “I don’t know. She’s singing the Mister Roger’s theme song and, like, crying. It’s weird.”

Steve’s brows pinch. His heart does, too. “Crying?”

“Well— not crying, exactly. It’s this really weird blubbering thing.” She fails to explain it so she tries to imitate it. A sobbing, sniffling sort of noise. She fails at that, too. Her scrunched face goes back to normal. “Like that.”

Deadpanned, Steve nods. “Wow, Robin. That was really helpful. Thank you.”

“Just go comfort your girlfriend, dingus.”

Steve still thinks she’s joking. Robin doesn’t lie, but she does have a tendency to overemphasize the mundane. 

He goes to see you anyway, though, and doesn’t think twice about any of it — about what Robin said or what he had said to you before that.

He finds you in the kid’s section, in front of the tiny television, surrounded by brightly colored toys. He smiles at the sight of you, exhaling a sharp laugh through his nose.

“What are you doing all the way over here, huh?” he questions to announce his arrival, which you seemingly hadn’t noticed. “This area is usually for kids, ya know? Well, kids and Dustin Henderson.”

He doesn’t sound as annoyed with you anymore. You’re grateful for that much, but you still feel a bit sick about the whole thing.

Your nervous hands pick the cotton of the fuzzy bunny in your arms. You keep your gaze on the television in front of you, but you aren’t really watching it anymore. “I used to watch this stuff a lot growing up. The nostalgia sorta makes me wanna puke. But, like, in a good way.”

Steve scoffs. “Well, maybe we should turn it off then, ‘cause if I have to clean up vomit after the day I’ve had, I might actually go insane.”

He’s kidding. Mostly. The universe tends to be cruel like that, but he’d clean up all your messes a thousand times over if he had to.

He laughs at his own joke as he crouches to sit down next to you. He bends his knees, props his arms on top of them, and looks over at you. You don’t crack a smile for him, which is weird because you always laugh at his jokes. Even the ones that aren’t funny. Especially the ones that aren’t funny.

His smile ebbs to a wavering half-smirk as he knocks his shoulder with yours. “You okay?”

You think for a moment, jutting your lips out, unblinking at the television screen. “No,” you answer after a few seconds of silence. “But I’ll get over it. I think.”

Your honesty makes his heart wrench — like you’ve wrapped both your tiny hands around the beating organ and squeezed. It knocks the breath out of his lungs, a fish so ruthlessly pulled from the water. He tries to speak through the sudden lack of air. “Wh—What happened? Was it… Did I do something? Did you—”

“No,” you cut off his stammering with a firm shake of your head. “I did something.”

“Oh,” is all he says, pink lips pouting and wide eyes darting. “What does… What does that mean? Did you, like, step on a rogue VHS or something? ‘Cause I do that all the time, and technically, that’s Rob’s fault for leaving them out, so—”

You shake your head again, digging your nails into the delicate cotton of the well-loved stuffy in your arms. “No. I was just— I was botheringyou, and now I feel bad,” you confess, all quiet like a meek child who’s learning what it means to be sorry.

Steve — your oh, so oblivious one — goes aflame with embarrassment. He’d been too clouded by his own anger to recognize the venom spilling from his mouth; to understand that it would inevitably hurt you.

With chiseled features twisted in confusion, he shakes his head and stammers. “What? No! You weren’t— You weren’t bothering me!”

You turn to look at him, for the first time since he sat down beside you. Your eyes are glassy and swimming with hurt. You try to keep your trembling features stoic. You don’t want to seem as hurt by it all as you really are. 

You feel like you should, anyway. What right do you have to be sad when you were the one being a bother?

“You said I was,” you remind him, still soft but sterner now. “You told me to go bother someone else—”

“Oh, babe…” Steve says, deflating just as you had. 

He knows how sensitive you are, how deeply you feel things. You’re vulnerable, raw — it makes everything feel more personal than it really is. It makes grumpy jabs from your dumbass boyfriend hurt like a lemon on a weeping wound.

He tries to apologize, knowing that he hurt you and that it’s not up to him to decide that he didn’t. 

“I wasn’t… I didn’t mean to, babe,” he murmurs, swiping a tense hand through his hair and then gesticulating wildly with it. “I was just being a dick, you know? I’ve been super stressed all day and—”

“Don’t apologize. I was being annoying.”

Steve blinks at you with wide, wet eyes — like you’ve hurt him by talking so cruelly about yourself. 

“Baby, no. No,” he urges, ducking down to meet your gaze when you look away from him. “I’m just an idiot, okay? I put off inventory until the last second, and Keith’s been on my ass all day about it, and I just— I took that out on you, and that’s not fair, and I’m sorry.”

You shake your head, pursing your bitten lips to the side and twisting the long ear of the bunny between your fingers. “It’s not your fault, Steve…” you murmur, almost inaudibly.

He scoffs. It sounds like a bitter laugh. “Well, actually, it kinda is.”

“I just… I don’t really understand what’s going on sometimes. Or, like, a lot of the time,” you admit with a distracted gaze, eyes flitting everywhere but to the boy beside you. You’re too ashamed to look at him now. “And it’s harder for me to know when I’m talking too much, you know? Or if I’m being super annoying.”

“I know…” Steve nods, trying his best to be sympathetic of you. He loves how soft you are — too much to understand you completely. He loves how gently you treat the rest of the world, how unusually giddy you get in your gentleness. 

You swallow through a tightening throat and shrug to pretend your world doesn’t feel like it’s crumbling around you. “And I don’t care about annoying other people— well, I do, but it’s different with you, you know? Other people can’t break up with me for being too much.”

“The idiot that told you you were too much had exactly zero personality,” Steve tells you, mostly because he means it but also to see you smile. 

You do, just barely. A grin so soft only someone deathly in love with you could see. 

“You’re never annoying me, okay? Ever. I love hearing you talk. I love having you around.”

“Yeah?” you ask him, blinking back burning tears.

“Hell yeah! You’re, like, the best part of my day! The only good part of my day, now that I think about it.”

Biting back a grin, you tease, “Well, what about Robin?”

“Robin made me late today, so we’re kinda not friends right now.”

“That’s mean,” you scold despite the growing smile on your face.

Steve shrugs. “We’ll make up before I clock out. No big deal.”

You go suddenly shy, smiling sheepish and tilting your chin to your chest to peek at him through your lashes. “Are we gonna make up before you clock out?” you wonder quietly.

“Only if you’re willing to forgive me for being an insufferable douchebag,” Steve answers, only half-joking. He very seldomly feels worthy of your softness.

You look at him with it, anyway. 

Full on beaming now, you reach across the short distance to wrap him in a firm embrace. The position is only slightly awkward. Sitting side by side with your asses on the hard carpet, your arms wound tightly around his neck — a bit like a snake smothering its prey. 

Steve feels grateful to be held so ardently. 

His nose smushes into your neck. The sweet scent of your perfume entwines with the warm scent of your sweater. He smiles into your shoulder when it makes you giggle. You pull back from him then, just to steal a quick peck a moment later. Your lips smack audibly against his grin.

“Can we make out before you clock out?” you lilt with a shy smirk.

“…That is the single best idea I’ve heard all day.”

Your giggle fills the empty store when Steve rises suddenly and pulls you with him. He leads you toward the back, tugging you by the hand down the short corridor and rambling all the way. “Keith left for the day, so his office is empty, which means it’s fair game—”

“I am not making out with you in Keith’s office!”

“But his desk chair is crazy comfortable, and also, he’s a dick, so… who cares?”

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[wandasfifthwife]

your jealousy is showing (on me)✩‧₊˚

—> hockey player/coach!wanda x afab!reader

tw || SMUT MDNI, top wanda x bottom reader, dom/sub dynamics, established relationship, jealous wanda, exhibition (janitor closet), marking/impact play (hickeys, bruises, thigh spanking), fingering (r receiving), r gets hit on but is oblivious, tyler mention!, reader is said to be wearing a dress, person who hits on r sees the two of them, not proofread!

a/n || in such a slut for this woman. so sorry if my writing is nastier than coconut, idk how I feel about it haha but I hope you enjoy bc this made me hot and bothered tbh

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Practice has been going well, better even. There’s been an increase in number since people started to find out that wanda has experience on the ice as a player on a professional team. The stands have become packed, families and friends taking up every corner, a completely contrast from before. You remember the days when you first came with your nephew, sitting and having a seven feet distance from another person. Tyler’s since graduated from wanda’s class, now attending another with a different coach.

It was a sad day for him, hugging your girlfriend tight and exclaiming how he wishes to have her as a coach for every class. She had laughed, resting a hand on his back and reassured him that she’ll attend his other classes. She even went as far as to mention private classes, saying they can spend time together on the ice. A smile had come upon your face as you watched the two interact, thankful your nephew is able to have such a wonderful relation with his coach, your girlfriend.

Since then you’ve been attending his classes with Wanda. You can’t help yourself, curling a hand through her arm to hold her close. You complain that it’s the cold, but you both know it’s a shit excuse. Regardless, she’s never going to turn you down, if anything she’s pulling you tighter and pressing a kiss to your head.

“He’s improved a lot. Lately he’s been practicing outside his house with some friends on the street.”

“That’s probably the only reason why he’s able to skate in a straight row now. Do you think he’ll continue to play?”

“I think so. It’s all he talks about, but of course we can’t say definitive terms. He could fall out of love with it in a year and choose like baseball.”

“If he were to choose another sport it’d be football, not baseball. His favorite part of hockey is running into others, he forgets there’s an actual game going on.”

You stifle a laugh, “he’s trying.”

He proved Wanda’s words to be correct because the next second he’s slamming into one of the team members, pummeling the two into the wall. The coach had come to talk to you after, seeking you where you stood by the concession stand. You had a hand on Wanda’s arm, informing her of where you’ll be.

You were paying for the snack, thanking the person behind the counter. He had stood behind you just out of your line of sight, so just enough that you ran into him when turning around. His shirt smelled of sweat and his cologne, a lot of his cologne, so much so it overwhelmed you.

“Hey, you’re tyler’s mom, right?”

“No, just his aunt.”

“My bad. Sorry that was terribly rude of me, I was going to say you look good for your age.”

“Thank you, that’s very kind.”

“Of course,” he flashes a smile, leaning onto one of the tables beside him, “I’ve notice how often you come, it’s great that you’re supporting him like this. Most kid’s don’t have such a supportive aunt.”

“I try. My brother and his wife are busy, so I take over. He’s means well but he’s still a young teen.”

“Yes. He’s nothing new. A lot of teens enjoy the physical aspect to the game, it’s normal for them to be competitive even with each other.”

A few minutes have gone by, enough time for concern to begin swirling through Wanda’s mind. She’s relieved to see you’ve not gone missing and that you’re all in one piece, standing only a few feet from her.

“That’s my coach,” Tyler starts, seeing how Wanda’s attention was directed at the tow of you.

“I know,” she deadpans, turning her attention back on your nephew, “finish untying your shoes.”

“I know,” he mimics, tone lowering to frustrate her further.

You’re walking back over with a grin plastered on your face. Tyler’s already grabbing at the drink you got, pulling it from your hands to open it already.

“Just talked with your new coach, Tyler. It seems you have a track record with finding amazing coaches.”

Already Wanda didn’t like him. She kept quiet about her disdain, knowing how important it was to you that Tyler doesn’t come to contact with a terrible one as you had.

It grew difficult. Each practice he always seemed to find you, drawing out a long conversation with you. Usually it’s fine, as a coach herself she understands the important of keeping up with the families, but this was excessive. The constant parade of compliments directed at you were unnecessary. He wouldn’t really care to talk to Tyler, and as far as she knew, Wanda didn’t exist around him. He’s either dumb, or he’s choosing to be ignorant towards the intimacy between you two.

What brought her to the edge was when he began to touch you, a hand on your shoulder or the back of your waist. It was in moments where it could’ve been excused; done to either move you out of the way or make sure you don’t trip.

You were sweet, engaging in a conversation he had started yet again down at the end of the bleachers. Wanda had her attention set on Tyler skating around before practice, eyes flickering to where the two of you stood every minute.

“I have a conference this weekend and we’re allowed to bring a plus one. Would you be interested in joining me?”

“Oh. I already have someone that I’m going with. So I won’t be going with you, but I will see you there.”

He looks disappointed, eyes shooting to meet Wanda’s, “I’ll see you there then.”

Wanda doesn’t like that man.

You walk up the stairs all sweet-like, sitting beside her and placing a kiss to her cheek, “when’s that coach award event again?”

“Saturday, 7PM.”

You hum, leaning your head on her shoulder, “you better win an award.”

“If not, I have you.”

An elbow shoves into her side, “you’re such a sap.”

“No, I just love you,” she murmurs, pressing her lips against yours, feeling like she’s won when she catches the coach looking. She had hoped the soft public display of affection would be enough of a sign to back off, but it wasn’t.

The weekend came soon enough. Wanda standing by the door with her keys in hand as she waits for you to join her.

“Beautiful,” she says when you step down, opening the door for you.

“I hope you win one award, that would be amazing.”

“It would look great for my public imagine,”she laughs at the look you give her, “you know I don’t care about that, love.”She gives your thigh a squeeze before backing the car out of her apartment complex.

She should’ve known he’d be stuck to you most of the night. Wanda tries to engage in the conversation, but he tunes her out, keeping his attention on you. Ever so sweet you try to include her, smiling back at her but this time it’s not enough to quell how she’s feeling.

“Hey Micheal, can you go grab her another drink?”

“Wanda, I can’t—“

She shuts you up by pinching at your waist, cutting your sentence off. He looks mildly annoyed, “sure.”Once he’s turned around, she’s guiding you out of the room.

“Wanda there’s only like sixteen minutes until the ceremony—“ your mouth goes numb when you realize where she’s walking you towards. There’s a closet at the end of the hall, tiny and small as its only purpose is to hold supplies for the janitors. Tonight it will be used for another matter.

“That’s enough time,” she says lowly, shutting the door behind her, enclosing the two of you in darkness.

She’s lifting you with her hands under your thighs, dropping you down onto the extra school desk stored away in the room. Her body’s leans into you, hands on either side of your body as she kisses you passionately. They turn messy, trailing from the corner of your lips to end up on the bottom side of your neck. You gasp when she bites down, a hand reaching to push at her chest.

“Wan—wait.”

She doesn’t listen, too focused on making your neck show an array of purple marks. You whine, squirming in her hold as she leaves one after the other, stopping only on areas that you’re sensitive to. She’s severely quiet, attentive to every heavy breath and sound coming from you. You’re weak, arms wrapped around her neck, head pressed into the wall behind you. You’ve completely given up control, neck tilted back to give her more room.

“Oh—” you shiver when she moves towards the spot behind your neck. Your reaction gave her another reason to press her lips against it, nipping at the skin there.

Her ministrations leave you wet, your hips grind down onto the desk below you to try to seek relief. Wanda coos, cold fingers sliding under your dress, finding the wetness between your thighs. You cry out when she thrusts two in, pushing through your tight walls. It’s intoxicating, the wet sounds filling the room, turning you on even more.

“Ah! Wands—you—“

She’s shushing you, lips on yours to keep you quiet. Her fingers are splitting you open, angling perfectly towards the spot that makes your back arch. Her thumb catches onto your clit with each thrust, brushing perfectly to make you see white. You weave your fingers into her hair, moaning into her mouth when she bites at your bottom lip.

You’ve completely forgotten about the event, and most importantly, Michael. You’re clenching onto her finger, arousal covering her hand and dripping onto the wood below you. You choke on a moan when she’s guiding you to lift your left foot onto the desk, the position spreading you open to allow her fingers to push deeper. The bottom of your dress slips up, clothing pooling around your waist. You feel your orgasm build, a series of whimpers spilling from you.

“Fucking say my name when you come,” she demands, holding back moan when she hears your strangled whine after she brought her hand down onto your thigh. The way your cunt squeezes around her fingers then makes her weak.

“Like that?”

She’s cocky, hand coming down harder on that same spot.

“ah! wands please—“

Your body jerks after her fifth slap, mouth dropping open in a silent scream. She nuzzles against your head resting on her shoulder. You relaxed into her hole, breathing heavily as you come down from your high.

It was fine until wanda carried you into the bathrooms to clean off and you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, easily spotting the splotches painting your neck.

You leaned over the sink to get a better view, eyes snapping between the marks; the one by your ear, another under the strap of your dress, one more at the base of your neck. You weren’t aware of the severity of her actions in the moment, your mind was too busy trying to deal with the fuzziness spreading throughout your body.

“Was that okay,” she asks from where she stands by the entrance.

“Very,” you mumble, looking back to her with a smile.

“Hey, I want to apologize. I knew something was wrong,” you say, grabbing a paper towel from the machine, “he was a jerk to you. Like just earlier he wasn’t letting you get a word in, but I really just thought he was being nice at first.”

“You’re fine, love.”

You wet the towel, rubbing warm water over the cloth to get it wet, “you say that but I still feel bad.”

She crosses the room to grab at your wrist after seeing what you were doing, “why’re you trying to rub the marks off?”

“Because?”

She raises an eyebrow, “because? What?”

“This is your event, I don’t want you to loose your job over me.”

“I won’t,” she tosses the towel away, “I knew what I was doing when I gave you those.”

“But the staff—“

“There’s enough of them screwing around.”

“Oh.”

She huffs, hooking a finger under the hem of your dress, drawing it up your thigh until the red, swollen marks on your thighs from where she was aiming her hand earlier begin to show. You hate how affected you get by the sight of them, thighs squeezing together.

You were only meant to be gone for ten minutes. That was the original goal, but she began to fold with how you were looking at her. Your eyes were dark, locking onto hers from within the mirror. She had you pinned to the counter in seconds, forcing you to watch how easily you melt under her touch.

Footsteps echoed throughout the hallway, getting closer to where the two of you stood. You had begun to push back, mumbles on how she needs to stop so they don’t get caught, but it’s like she knew. You caught on later, realizing it was Micheal by the sound of his voice calling out to you.

“Wanda, he—“

She’s slapping a hand over your mouth, pulling you back against her chest. You look over your shoulder, finding Micheal freeze after entering into the room. Wanda had you in a position only he could dream of. He was like a fish out of water, mouth opening and closing as he processed what he was looking at. The marks on your body, eyes glossy and faraway even as you look in his direction. The muscles in Wanda’s arm flex as she presses her hand tighter against your mouth. You’re absolutely dripping, excitement pooling from the behavior this man was bringing out of her.

“I was worried… but I see you’re.. okay.”

“I see you’ve met my girlfriend, Micheal?”

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[lvckyyz]

Hey! This is a different person who liked the headcanons of the gods being parents. I was wondering if you could (maybe, idk lol) make a part three having Hermes, Eris (goddess of discord), and Iris (goddess of rainbow)?

💖

godly parent III

the gods relationship with their children (part one, part two)

hermes who doesn’t mind if the unclaimed demigods call him “father”

hermes who sneaks in the camp to give ideas of new pranks to his children

hermes who has a normal cellphone to make it easier for his kids to talk to him

hermes who gets called out by his snakes for not remembering his kids birthdays

hermes who wishes he wasn’t so busy so he could take better care of cabin 11

hermes who almost cried when he received a "happy father's day" card from cabin 11

hermes who learned from his mistakes and is trying to be more caring with his kids

hermes who sometimes brings little souvenirs from all around the world to his kids

eris who gifted her cabin with a tree of golden apples so her kids could create trouble in the camp

eris who visits her kids almost every day without caring if she’s going to get in trouble

eris who sits together with her children in the mess hall during her visits and laughs loudly whenever they make someone mad at them

eris who turned chiron into a squirrel when he tried to tell her that she shouldn’t go against zeus rules

eris who almost begged mr. d to help her in when she was prohibited to go to camp half blood

eris who hosts tea parties in the underworld to keep in touch with her kids that already died

eris who confronted zeus when he told her that her kids would be punished if she kept seeing them often

eris who allows her children to prank the gods when they visit the olympus

iris who always picks up when her kids try to call her

iris who pretends to not hate hermes because she doesn’t want her kids doing anything wrong just to defend her

iris who was too afraid to disobey zeus but still make rainbows on her kids’ rooms so she could feel closer to them

iris who once spent the day in camp half blood and let her kids teach her how to make friendships bracelets, which she still wears all the time

iris who thinks her kids are ashamed of her because she’s scared of going against the rules

iris who tells her kids all the gossip from the olympus

iris who always end up forgetting she’s a goddess when she’s around her kids

iris who hates that she can’t do more to protect cabin 14

⤷ author’s note:

thanks for your request!! you don’t know how long it took me to remember that eris is the one from the war of troy😭 and i didn’t know she had a cabin, but it was so fun to write about her!

⤷ part four

#percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #heros of olympus #pjo hoo toa #pjo imagine #pjo tv show #rick riordan #riordanverse #jason grace #headcanon #camp half blood #hermes #eris #irish #pjo fandom

[bellewintersroe]

Daniel Ricciardo x HornerDaughter! Reader.

Part 6 omggg! Not really too much to warn about in this chapter, mentions of smut and appearance from Max Verstappen who’s innocent asf. Only a short chapter, I’m going to have to wait to upload the rest of the parts when the Hungarian GP is over and done with this weekend so apologies for the small break! I’ll throw in another smut chapter just whilst you all wait <3

@benbarneslut @dinodumbass @ricci-ardo @allabouthappiness After sharing a bed for the past 2 nights, Daniel and y/n fear they’ve been caught out by a fellow Red Bull driver. Daniel jets off to Italy to the AlphaTauri headquarters, leaving them both feeling oddly sad at the parting.

“But you’re excited to be going back?” She smiled, pulling her vest stop back on, “yeah, I can’t wait.” Daniel responded. The pair had been talking away, like always, about Daniels return to F1. “Excited to go to Italy too.” He added on.

“Looks pretty.” The HQ for AlphaTauri was there, so he’d be flying away until he got back to Hungary for the Grand Prix. She couldn’t like she was somewhat saddened that their two day romp had ended. They’d spent the past two nights together. “You ever been?”

“Hm?” She perked, stepping back into her jeans. “Have you ever been to Italy?”

“No, that’s the one place I’m literally desperate to go, every time there’s been a race I’ve some how missed it.” We’ll have to go, Daniel thought a little too quickly.

“Whattt, you’ve never been?!” She smiled at his dorky response. “Never.”

“You’re missing out.” He sat up from the messy bed where they had practically lived the past 48 hours. The bedsheets were dishevelled as he climbed out, grabbing a discarded shirt off the floor. It was 4pm and they’d been in bed, all day. “I know… I gotta go so bad.” She clipped her hair back, revealing the purple and red bruises Daniel had sucked into her neck.

“You’re gonna wanna hide those…” he sheepishly pointed out. As amusing as it was, he also was proud of his markings, very immature, he knew, but it reminded him of the endless pleasure the two brought one another.

“Oh, fuck you, Ricciardo…” ———————————————-

The group of them all sat around in the hotel lobby, relaxing as they waited on their transfer to the airport. It was all civilised conversations until Christian and Geri took the younger three kids to get food whilst y/n chilled with the rest of the people, stretched out on the plush couch. “So, you had a girl round last night?” Max questioned Daniel, nudging his side as both Daniel and y/n felt like they could choke on their own spit. “Huh?” Daniel coyly spoke, whilst she just remained eyeing them both up.

“I heard it all.” Max shrugged, holding up his hands. Daniels face flushed as he couldn’t hold back a laugh, rubbing over his forehead. “Not that was doing that on purpose.” Max grimaced as she pursed her lips, finding the situation all too amusing.

“I mean she seemed to be enjoying herself, so go you.” The Dutch man continued as she couldn’t help but snort out a laugh. “Sorry, I just… I overheard that’s all.” Daniel shot her an amused smile whilst half his face was hid. The eyes she gave him back, mixed with that pretty little smirk was filthy. Daniel wondered if she was glad Max heard, he had no idea that it was her.

When the transfer came, she felt a little disappointed at the small hug she gave Daniel. She’d wished for a kiss or some kinda kind words, but that would’ve been way too obvious. “Have a safe trip.” He muttered to her, hand purposefully giving her back a squeeze, desperate to give her a proper goodbye. He knew he was in way too deep, the fact he felt down about parting from her for a mere week? Worst of all, he’d text her, saying he wished he could give her a real goodbye, something that made her smile to herself and her father to question who was making her giggle like that. “Nobody.” She’d replied, fingers pressing into her keys below. You gave me the best goodbye in the hotel room so idk what you’re talking about Daniel, too, found himself smiling to his phone like a teenager. When his eyes rested on her small picture set to her icon, he felt his heart soften, the smell of her perfume still clinging to his top she’d worn only hours prior. He wore it purposefully.

“Messaging ya girlfriend?” The chaperone cheeked as he glanced up to the Frenchman ahead of him.

“Ah, someone like that…”

#Daniel Ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo x you #f1 x reader #f1 driver x reader #Daniel Ricciardo

[luvfy0dor]

Henlo! I saw that requests for Fyodor are open! And I was wondering if you could write something about Fyodor as a parent if you’re comfortable with that. For some reason I can’t find enough of those and I really wanna see how you’d do it!

(Not as the reader’s parent btw, maybe having a child/children with the reader. But I just wanna see how you think he’d behave in that situation and how you think it would all go down)

"Come on, papa!" Fyodor Dostoevsky x GN!Reader ｡˚♡₊

╰┈➤ Dad!Fyodor ༉‧₊˚✧

Description ; How Fyodor acts towards his child/children!

Warnings ; None

A/N; IVE BEEN LOWKEY WAITING FOR THIS REQUEST BRO IM SO EXCITED OVER THIS YOU DONT EVEN GET IT ALSO P/T STANDS FOR PARENTAL TITLE BC IDK WHAT YALL WANNA BE CALLED YKYK AND D/N IS DAUGHTERS NAME OBVI

Headcannons !! ༊*·˚

→ Dad!Fyodor who lets his kid/s play with his hair, too, messing it up and laughing at their fathers disheveled appearance.

→ Dad!Fyodor who quietly reads your kids bed time stories, letting them sit on his lap while he holds the book in front of them, pointing to the pictures with a smile.

→ Dad!Fyodor who picks out the most whack ass outfits for your kid, proudly displaying it out to you and frowning at your hesitant smile.

→ Dad!Fyodor who discouraged your children from cutting their hair and braids it or puts it up for them every morning before school.

→ Dad!Fyodor who (very frequently) helps your kid/s with their homework or projects for school, not quite giving them answers but shoving nudging them in the right direction.

→ Dad!Fyodor who teaches his kid(s) the basics of playing the cello, letting them get a feel for the strings. He would teach them how to hold the bow and would let them stand beside him and watch him play.

→ Dad!Fyodor who cooks recipes that he learned in Russia for you and your children, encouraging all of you to try foreign dishes. They give him a feeling of nostalgia and wanting to pass those special foods on to his kid(s).

→ Dad!Fyodor who absolutely tries passing on happy group counseling hour to his kid/s when they seem sad or upset.

Scenarios !! ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

Your keys jingled in the keyhole of your front door as you pushed it open, revealing the living room that you had longed to sit down in all day. Work sucked, you weren't going to lie, but there was something that was allegedly important going on, so you had no choice but to attend.

Your husband volunteered to watch your daughter on her day off of school, which wasn't a totally uncommon occurrence due to Fyodors line of work. He didn't mind watching d/n, he likes it a lot, actually. Fyodor values the quality time he can spend with his kid just as much as the quality time he gets to spend with you.

The pitter patter of your daughters feet got louder the closer she got to the living room, rounding the corner and smiling. "P/t!"

"Hey, what'd I tell you about running?" You say with a quiet and amused giggle as she throws herself onto you, hugging your waist. You run your fingers over the pretty braids weaved into her hair with a smile. "Papa did your hair?" The little girl nods excitedly.

"Well, you look very, very pretty." Another set of footsteps can be heard, this time softer. Fyodor rounds the corner with a smile, pulling you into a hug.

"Mm, my dear." He says, resting his head on you shoulder for a moment before pulling away, starting back towards the kitchen. He waves at d/n to follow him. "Come on, sweetheart, come help me finish dinner." She excitedly runs after her father, earning a soft and faint giggle from him.

Upon following the two of them into the kitchen, you can smell the beef stroganoff cooking, watching your daughter step up onto the little stool she dragged in next to Fyodor. They stand at the counter, Fyodor making sure she's nowhere near anything dangerous or hot. He gently pushes over a measuring cup filled with beef broth.

"Alright, Malyshka. Just pour this into the pan, and be very careful, alright?" He says softly, his voice gentle as he measures out the whipping cream. The beef broth can be heard being poured into the pan from the spot you're standing in, smiling at your husband and daughter making dinner together. Within a couple of seconds, Fyodor is handing d/n measurements of other ingredients, such as Worcestershire sauce and dijon mustard. He lets her stir it all in, guiding her whenever he sees fit.

"Alright, we're all done. Here, why don't you go sit down, I'll bring you and P/t your dinners, yeah?" He smiles at the young girl, rubbing her back before patting it. She nods and skitters off to join you at the dinner table. She blabbers on to you about everything she did that day, even running off to bring proof of her activities.

She comes back out, proudly showing off a coloring page filled with scribbles in numerous different hues. One of them was only slightly better than the other, the lesser messy one was labeled with Fyodor's name in his sloppy handwriting to match the coloring. You grinned at both of them, taking the thin sheets of paper and studying them intently.

"Wow, they're both wonderful!" Your daughter wears a proud smile at the praise from you, excitedly placing her hands on her hips. "Are ya gonna hang them up on the fridge?" You nod and ruffle her hair a bit, just in time for Fyodor to bring the food in for all three of you. He sets the plates down on the table, listening to the conversation still taking place between you and your daughter.

"Ofcourse I will, I love them both very much." Your daughter smiles, blowing on the small piece of meat impaled by her fork. "Maybe me and papa can have a coloring contest, you can be the judge!" She says to you excitedly. Fyodor smiles. "How about another night, Malyshka? It's getting close to your bedtime." He says, continuing eating his food. "Aw, but papa-" she sadly whines, Fyodor shaking his head. "No 'but''s, d/n. We can tomorrow night though, I promise." Fyodor smiles at her while she extends her outstretched pinky to her dad.

"Pinky promise?" She quietly mumbles. He grins and interlocks his pinky with hers, reaching across the table to do so. "I promise. You know i never break my promises, Malyshka." She smiles and nods in agreement. "Yeah, right. Tomorrow night then!" She says with a grin.

"Tomorrow night. Alright, d/n, time to go get ready for bed. Go put on pajamas and we'll come say goodnight in five minutes." You say to the small girl with a smile. She nods in compliance and quickly walks back to her room to change into sleep clothing. You look over at Fyodor, who is already looking back at you with a loving gaze.

"Ah, I forgot to apologize for the late dinner earlier, dear. I was quite busy being dressed up in tiaras and what not." Your heart warms at the thought of your husband bonding with your daughter. "It's alright, don't worry about it." You gently caress his shoulders before taking all the plates away from the dining table, washing them in the kitchen and sticking them in the dishwasher. Placing your hands on your hips, you nod in approval of your quick work. Fyodor waits for you in the doorway, nodding in the direction of d/n's room with a gentle smile.

You both approach the room, knocking to make sure she was finished getting ready for bed before you both entered. You said goodnight to her and kissed her cheek while Fyodor said goodnight and kissed her forehead. Before Fyodor could stand straight up again, d/n giggled and whispered to him.

"I'm gonna beat you tomorrow, so prepare yourself, papa. It's gonna be the best coloring you've ever seen!" She proudly claims, clearly confident in her coloring skills. Fyodor chuckles. "I believe it whole heartedly. Get some sleep, or you may wake up without that skill." He says, making sure she's 100% tucked in. She nods in understanding and snuggles into her blanket.

"Goodnight, Malyshka." Fyodor whispers, gently pulling her door closed a bit, leaving a crack between the door and the frame.

A/N (#2); I'm super sorry if any mistakes were made, I didn't proofread because I'm suuuuper tired lol, but I just wanna put it out there that I am absolutely willing to do more dad!Fyodor. Dad!Fyodor and soft!Fyodor literally give me life u don't even get it (recipe I referenced was from Natasha Kitchen)

#fyodor x reader #bsd fyodor #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #bungou stray dogs fyodor #fyodor dostoevsky #bungo stray dogs #bsd #bsd headcanons #bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #kid fic #headcannons #headcanon #bsd fanfic #requests #dad!fyodor

[kits-sch]

wish you were a boy

schoolgirl!ellie x reader

MEN DNI

this is such a rough draft, just a thought i had for a while now, if it’s shit plsdontkillme i Am just a girl 💔💔 very first ellie fic .. ooc ellie maybe idk actually. kinda corny close ur eyes

cw short, not very edited, kinda angst, internalized homophobia (?) on readers part.

you looked at the paper before you, a stark and bright red “3/20” on this bullshit math test glaring right at your face.

the teacher was useless, you thought. she did nothing to help, only rambling on and on about her failed, miserable love life. it seemed as if she became a teacher to have a free audience to vent to.

you were brought back out from your thoughts as you heard a familiar voice call out to you. it was your friend, ellie. you had known her for quite a while now, and you think you’ve lost track of how many years it’s been. she was wearing the schools uniform; long, plaid skirt with a white blouse. somehow, even in such a shitty uniform, she managed to look pretty.

“y/n? you alright there?” ellie took the empty seat next to you, her arm resting on her face as she stares at your paper. your eyes followed her intently. did her arm get more toned? has she been working out..?

“what a bust,” she chuckled at you, “i told you to come to me if you needed help.. now look what happened.”

right, how thoughtful of her. truth is, if you studied with her, the material would’ve been forgotten in mere seconds. even now, the only thing you can focus on is her face, the way her arm brushes against yours. your stomach often feels weird around her, as it would if you had a crush on someone. but ellie’s a girl.. and you couldn’t have a crush on a girl. that’s not how the world is intended, right?

“well, i thought i had it in the bag!” you argue back, scoffing at her, “i’m gonna need to retake this.. i swear it’s all that teachers fault.”

ellie smiles, “i’ll help you study this time, yeah? dont tell me no,” she says, her green eyes boring into your own.

“yeah, yeah..” you sigh, defeated.

ellie can only laugh at you again, observing your saddened state. suddenly, she gets an idea in her head and swiftly grabs your arm, pulling you out the classroom door.

“h-hey, ellie!” you yelp, your face feeling hot at the simple touch, “where are we going??” she doesnt bother to respond to you, dragging you along on this adventure of hers.

before you know it, you’re out in the courtyard of your school. it’s break time, and there’s many kids out on the field.. so you’re wondering what’s she’s going to do. but ellie keeps walking, until you reach a side on the field where no one is around. there’s a couple run down bleachers, and ellie finally lets your hand go — you can’t help but feel a little sadden at the loss of her touch. the brunette before you sits down, motioning for you to do the same. as soon as you do, she pulls you gently to lay your head on her lap.

“.. you’re weird,” it’s all you can say as ellie starts to softly play with your hair, you’re trying your best to ignore the thumping of your heart, the way you feel insanely flustered with her hands in your hair. her touch is so delicate, a feeling you’d like to cherish for a lifetime.

“what? you were obviously stressed. found this little spot a couple weeks ago and i thought of you. can you believe our school actually is capable of quiet?” ellie’s fingers continue to intertwine in your hair, she does it so casually.

the butterflies in your stomach seem to be circling around, and you’re trying, once again, to suppress the feeling. ellie and yours friendship is already being questioned by some of your peers. sure, friends can be touchy at times.. but it seems like whenever you and ellie are together; it’s as if you both replicate a couple who have grown old together.

your eyes rest on her face, and she’s not looking at you, but rather quite focused on your hair. you wonder if she’s trying to avoid eye contact with you as well. the freckles on her face have become a sight for sore eyes, you swore that if someone asked you how many she had you would be able to recite it from memory.

but you can’t allow yourself to feel this way. not in a town like this, not in a school like this, not in a life like this. loving anyone but a boy, a man, was disgusting, it was forbidden. it was a thought that was constantly pounded into your head, that it’s always supposed to be man and woman. you knew that.

ellie, now noticing your silence has her brows slightly furrowed — her eyes landing on yours, full of concern, “are you okay? you haven’t said a thing,” ellie has stopped playing with your hair, her sculpted hands now resting on the coldness of the bench.

there’s another small silence that embarks you both, and right as she’s about to open her mouth to speak again,

“i wish you were a boy.”

your voice was quiet, and the only thing you could hear was the background noise of the laughter of your peers as they were playing games. there’s a light, cold breeze that passes by the both of you, the leaves in the trees around you dancing slightly. your eyes don’t tear away from ellie’s; a bold thought that was meant to stay a thought had already been voiced. you don’t feel any regret, but rather your shoulders feel lighter as you look up at the girl before you; her mouth parted slightly and eyes now widened. your words are something that could be taken a couple different ways; but looking at her now, the way she knows your ins and outs, you know she perfectly understood what you were trying to say.

“you.. what?”

#ellie #ellie the last of us #tlou #tlou2 #ellie x reader #ellie williams #ellie x y/n #ellie x you #ellie x fem reader #ellie williams x reader #tlou fanfiction #tlou part 2 #ellie smut #ellie smau #ellie angst #ellie fluff #ellie tlou

[weebsinstash]

I was wondering, would Mayday tell the difference between us the the YouTwo?? Cuz from the movie she looks very perceptive and smart enough, so I can’t help but wonder if she could tell when it’s us or YouTwo?

For example; we probably blow on her stomach to make her laugh whenever we greeted her. But YouTwo? She just holds her at arms length and looks at her like she’s a disease

And probably Peter B Parker would know it’s us or not??

I like the idea that certain people and especially the more animal-based Spiders can always kind of inherently tell who's who just by smell alone, but also, something I think I haven't utilized in many of my ideas yet is the Spidey Sense. You can lowkey just spidey vibe check someone and kind of tell or sense stuff about them? And like I dunno if I'm misinterpreting the scene but didn't Miles also have certain visions with some of his Spidey Sense episodes like in the first movie, he has visions of the spider being an alchemax spider just before he meets Blonde Peter, or, idk, he saw visuals with his Spidey Sense

Like sidebar but the whole, kind of vision thing, imagine you're extremely stressed and have you know maybe been doing some self harming stuff and Peter B sees you're going through it one day and, you're actually about to open up to him when you experience the Spidey vision/premonition of, you tell him and he immediately goes and tells Miguel, and you realize oh he's kind of a snitching bastard ain't he (but it's for your own good he promises he's just worried about you kiss kiss uncle Pete loves ya)

But no, I was maybe thinking, YouTwo pops up and Reader is going through their 'beginning a depressive episode' shit and you can tell YouTwo is new and freaked out and, well, it's real easy to see yourself in, well, yourself, and you're like "hey I know what it feels like to feel alone, maybe you could, hang out with this friend of mine, just this once" and you give some tips on how to act around them and, maybe the more you get depressed and feel useless, you actually let them take over more and more and it's when they have some decent "power" that they start actively replacing you and messing with you and trying to kick you out and get rid of you for real

Reader, who is also feeling aimless and depressed: hey other me, why don't you go hang out with this buddy Pavitr of mine, he has this healing energy--

YouTwo: *gets along well with Pavitr and he winds up inviting other friends of yours and YouTwo makes their own independent plans with all of them, basically assimilating deep into your entire friend group and giving themselves more opportunities to steal your friends and more people, and also these hangouts become later 'proof' aka "well im the real one and i can prove it, hey Pavitr remember when we--"*

Reader: hmmmm definitely don't like that!

But no just. Picture Peter B one day finds a little bruise on Mayday, maybe a few of them, and he noticed her temperament is a little different. He can just TELL something is wrong and so can her mother Mary Jane, and Peter thinks, well, there's really not many times she's even out of his sight, ALTHOUGH he DID let 'you' babysit a few times. And at first he wants to play it off, "oh you're just inexperienced with babies and Mayday can be a total handful, you probably just made a mistake" and 'you' even lie and say, maybe it was another kid or Spider animal who got to her when 'you' had barely turned your back

But Peter B gets a little tiny baby monitor/listening device gadget, like a little hard plastic keychain that looks innocent and is ultra durable, and he attaches it to Mayday anyways, just to find out definitively what's happening, and he's with Miguel one day making idle chit chat and they can just hear 'you' over the baby monitor, "why does he keep leaving you with me. I don't even like you, you nasty little monster" and Peter B is just sort of like. ":) haha I'm sure they're. They're joking. They're totally joking" and there's just a series of *yelp* "did you just fucking bite me? Little BITCH!" *Mayday cries out and starts bawling* "yeah you're lucky that's all you get, my parents used to do way worse to me--"

Cue Peter B and Miguel bursting into the room because both fathers are understandably ENRAGED because 1. Dude have 'you' been hurting Parker's literal actual baby and 2. This is not the person they thought it was. Oh SHIT is this not the right person they thought it was

Peter B eventually meets up with you, the real you again, because sometimes i imagine Reader just quietly moves to a normal part of Nueva York and you hand your Spidey life over to YouTwo, and youre understandably a little hateful and dont want to talk to him, but he kinda just, deposits his baby into your arms. Hes gonna baby test ya and see if youre the real one. Mayday just is totally relaxed in your arms, which are noticeably much more careful holding her than your double was because Peter B actually showed you how to hold a baby, and she also has a bandaid on her hand from scratching it against something and you're just like "oh no, you got a little boo boo 🥺 why does your DUMB DADDY keep bringing you around places you can get hurt" and Peter B is like "well ok I think that's a little uncalled for but this one is definitely the real one"

Peter B is then at the front of the Anti YouTwo lynchmob because "that fake HURT MY BABY, Miguel!" which of course wins over a bunch of other formerly skeptical Spiders. You think Jess would ever give YouTwo a second chance? Fuck that, she's not gonna trust some temperamental monster around her baby whenever it's born! Meanwhile Spider Cat who can't talk is over here like "yeah well why do you think I kept biting them, they're a fake 🙄 you see this bullshit, Spider Miette" "jail for faker, jail for faker for one thousand years--"

The Spider Society finally 'gets you back' all "and arent you so happy things can just go back to normal again :)" and you're like "uhhh no fuck you guys, I'll live here but only because you don't give me any other option, the only ones of you I still trust anymore are the animal Spiders, the little kids, Hobie the realest bitch in here who never doubted me, and the toys, isn't that right special edition neon funko pop Miles Morales"

One day after YouTwo has replaced you they get too comfortable thinking everyone is always never once going to question or doubt them anymore and some absolutely heinous shit comes out of their mouth and like they get the social equivalent of one of those Telltale or Fallout video game HUDS pop up, "EVERYONE disliked that" "Miguel will remember that" "social karma lost"

YouTwo, not realizing you did one last thing to fuck them over on the way out: oh hey it's that Hobie guy that's been gone for ages, the real me told me the special password to let him know I'm the real one was "blue lives matter"?

the second that shit comes out of YouTwo's mouth he instantly knows as well as literally anyone around who knows Hobie now knows that's the fake you. YouTwo gets some real life ass [YOU CANNOT FAST TRAVEL WHEN THERE ARE HOSTILES IN YOUR AREA] as Hobie and everyone else for that matter instantly goes into full "I can't kill you but I can beat your ass" mode

#yandere spiderverse #yandere stuff #sinprompts #yandere x reader

[promnightbinbaby]

Princess And The Pea

This is a little story i thought about after i put my kids to bed lmao. i never really see Theodore stories in a darker kind of way.

ima Theo girly till the day i die but i reaaaalllly cant help but dulge into Mattheo fics every now and again so i thought why not do a little bit of a poly? maybe a three-way fuck session every now and again maybe idk. just bare in mind this is my first ever fic and it might not make sense but yanoe when your falling asleep and trying to do your scenario and no one is doing what they're meant to be doing? yeah just think of that when you read it cos that's how it feels. LOL.

So this is the beginning. i always love the ideo of a possesive boyf so i wanted to see how it would go down with a possesive boyf knowing someone wants his girl, and when i read poly fics i always wonder how it first starts? like surely it doesnt go smoothly.

i also gave reader a knickname cos i like using a knickname rather than y/n cos we dont know her.

ANYWAY welcome to my first shittty fic. enjoy also follow me or ill cry.

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Pairings: Theodore Nott x Reader with the starting of Mattheo riddle x Reader

Warnings: Violence/blood.

obvs aiming for more parts which will get quite dark.

This is sort of 2010 vibes era.

PART ONE.

The Beginning.

When me and Theodore Nott began seeing each other it was in the beginning of third year. We had been friends since we first met in first year while waiting for us to be sorted into our houses, and even though i was sorted into Ravenclaw and he Slytherin we remained friends, until one day i realised how bright his eyes are, how his laugh makes butterflies erupt in my stomach and how I'm never truly happy and always feel as I'm missing something unless I'm with him. That's when i realised i was and to this day completely devoted to Theodore Nott.

When i grew the bollocks to tell him it was the day he had been avoiding me all day and came barrelling in my dorm room declaring his love for me after having his first fire whisky.

Since then we have been inseparable.

But three years have past since then and even though me and Theo are as good as ever and forever feeling like we are in our honeymoon faze, it seems like happiness doesn't last forever. Its seems like we have a rock in our shoe, named Mattheo riddle.

It started at the weekly Slytherin party, we had all been downing shots of fire whisky and I bought shitty glens vodka because that’s the only alcohol I could afford to bring to school in the new year. Me Blaise, Pansy, Theo, Mattheo, Draco and Enzo was all sat around the fire place playing 3 truths and a lie, it had all been going swimmingly until it was Mattheo’s turn.

“Right, yes yes ha ha so funny that I ended up walking around with an extremely tanned face and pale body” Enzo had the palms of his hands tightly attached to his eyes reminiscing the moment his little sister had put tanning moisturiser in his normal tub of moisturiser all because he rejected her friend. But in his defence he was 15 at the time and his sisters friend has only just turned 11 the day before.

“Yes but I can remember it like it was yesterday, I can still picture Blaises face” Draco was actually struggling to put a sentence together, both from howling with laughter and because of how much of my vodka he had drank , even though he turned his nose up at a muggles drink the first time I brought it in 4th year but he’s the one that gives me the money for it at the end of every year, even though it’s the cheapest shittiest vodka you can buy but after convincing him to taste it by telling him it’s what all the muggle billionaires drink, I can’t give up the lie now.

“Mate when I first seen him i was ready to knock the shit out of him, I really thought he was doing blackface” Blaise said rolling his eyes with his spliff hanging out of the corner of his mouth, pansy who was under his arm with her leg draped over his crotch snatched it out of his mouth with her delicate fingers, she took a long drag “yeah it was around the same time Y/N showed him Kayne, you couldn’t blame Blaise for the way he reacted Enz you really did become obsessed with Kanye”

“The man’s a lyrical legend, I’ve told smell this before but I’ve written her in my will just because I can’t see my life without him now? You know? I can’t see my life before she showed me him, it’s like I didn’t exist, like I was a…nobody”

Everyone just sat there looking at Enzo after that, i slowly looked to my side to already see Theo looking at the other side of the room with a look of anger in his face, i couldn't really see who he was looking at as the room was so Smokey. "What you looking at bear?" Theo started to pull me closer by my side bringing me into is armpit, he brought his chin to rest on my head, in a way from anyone's point of view id of looked quite stupid, looking like i was getting a whiff of Theos armpit. But he was doing this in a way to be possessive, keeping me from being seen. "Nothing smell just keeping you close, don't want you disappearing on me." He said while pulling my skirt further down my thigh.

"its your turn Mattheo, three truths and a lie" Pansy said while blowing smoke out of the corner or her mouth.

As i turned my head to get out of Theos armpit, Mattheo suddenly sat up like he was snapped out of a trance, i heard Theo grunt next to me for a second but dismissed it.

"Hm okay, my first lie would be i slept with my second cousin, my second would be i jumped into the black lake and a mermaid tried to pull my boxers down, my third is in third year i stalked Mcgonagall for 3 months until i found out her routine of when and where she would turn into her cat form so then i could kidnap her and blackmail her until she let my bring my dog next year. My forth one would be that im so fucking hopelessly in love with my mates bird that i-"

And like that the room went into a frenzy, Theo jumped up and went straight over the table instantly punching Mattheo, Blaise and Draco are up before Mattheo even finished ready to pull Theo back and Enzo is sat giggling to himself "i knew it would come out tonight, the second Matt took the pills of the twins i just knew tonight would end like this." Pansys screaming at the boys to pull him back but every time Draco gets hold of Theo he lets out an animalistic noise and go straight for Matts face again.

"You fucking piece of shit, i bloody knew it. For the past 6 month ive been noticing you staring at her like you want to eat her" Another punch. " Do you honestly think id ever let you go near her mate, your a fucking dead man sitting." Theo gets his wank out of his pocket "AV-" Blaise pulls Theo by his hair until he's laid on the floor on top the broken glass. "smell come and fucking sit on your fella before he kills him please gorgeous." Theo starts trying to get up, "why the fuck is everyone taking this as an opportunity to flirt or declare their love to my girl what the fuck."

I slowly rise from my seat, i didn't realise id totally frozen in my seat not knowing what to do, i nod my head at Blaise and start moving towards him and Theo, i glance quickly at Mattheo to see he's already staring at me, he's soaked in blood with cuts all over his face and two black eyes appearing already.

i slowly sit on Theos crotch and hear a breath hitch behind me. Theo looks at me and i just smile and move my hair behind my ear as i bend down towards his neck to whisper in his ear. "Please don't do anything stupid, lets just go to bed Bear please I'm tired anyway this weeds making me feel like shit, lets go have a shower and watch one of them dodgy DVDs yeah?"

Theos looking at me as i sit up, hes angry but not even a glint of maliciousness in his gaze is directed at me though, it never has been, he will always redirect and blame his anger on someone else other than me. "Yeah..Yeah alright lets go, shit party anyway" He says as he sits up, id not noticed how the whole room was silent, even the 4th years was stood still watching the scene unfold.

Theo stood up grabbing my hand pulling me past Draco and Enzo, they patted him on back as we walked past and Draco gave me a half arsed smile and a wink. We was walking past Mattheo just as Blaise smacked him across the top of his head "fucking idiot always like to destroy things around you."

The tip of my foot had only just touched the first step up to Theos dorm when i heard Mattheo call my name.

"y/n, please just hear me out, don't walk away from me please." My breathe cut short in my throat when hearing my name, no one calls me by my name, not even the teachers nor Dumbledore i haven't heard my name since first year after the twins pulled a joke meant for Pansy but ended up stink bombing the toilet i was sat in while skiving, i couldn't get the smell out my hair for a fortnight.

Theo suddenly let go of my hand and went straight for Mattheo again but Enzo managed to get Infront of Theo before he got to him. "You really don't get it do you, Matt, i fucking swear on mine and smells future child's name i will fucking kill you if you even breathe near her after this mate. You knew this would happen, so if you really loved her" Theo said while pulling a face of disgust at him like saying that sentence was the worst thing he's ever had to say. " You wouldn't have said anything, because you know how i am with her, you knew i wouldn't let you near her again, so if you actually love her how you seem to think you do you wouldn't have mentioned a word just so you could still be near her. But no you fucked that up now dickhead." Theo turned slightly to face Enzo "he's a fucking tosser, he aint even fucking looking at me" he said then kissed his teeth turning to walk back to me.

And he was right, Mattheo hadn't even glanced at Theo, not in shame no. Because he hadn't taken his eyes off me.

I hadn't realised i was shaking until Theo came back to me and grabbed my chin. "Come on baby lets go yeah?" i slowly nodded my head and grabbed his hand, i must have grabbed my wand at some point because once i felt it i muttered "Scourgify" under my breathe and listened to the mess being cleaned up behind me, i couldn't let Draco threaten the third years into cleaning up the mess that Theo had left behind.

#fanfic #harry potter #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #theodore nott #theodore nott x reader #theodore nott x you #theodore nott x y/n #draco malfoy #blaise zabini #pansy parkinson #enzo berkshire #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle x reader

[lvlyghost]

Remember

Pairings: Simon “Ghost” Riley x F!Reader

Summary: You and the team go out for a drink. At the end of the night is just you and Simon.

Word Count: 800

Tw: fluff, kyle and soap get drunk, dad!price, that’s all I think(?🥴✨

A/N: idk what this is, i was bored and finished it almost at 1:00 a.m, maybe this is my poor attempt to make a story with ghost bc god i love that man, consider this a second part of i see you although it can be read as an independent one-shot. Please remember english isn’t my first language, corrections are appreciated ✨🤍🌟💕

Part 1✨

You smiled at the camera, closing your eyes and tongue sticking out, Kyle feigned seriousness and snapped the picture. The two of you bursting into laughter as he uploaded the story to his social media. On the other side of the booth Ghost remained stoic.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” He muttered to himself, rolling his eyes at the sight of the two of you. You and Gaz were the youngest ones of the team and that meant hearing you talking about things he couldn’t quite understand or watching you do things on your phones that made no sense whatsoever.

Why did he even agree to come to the pub in the first place?

“I’ll go grab another round!” Kyle announced, not waiting for an answer.

“You should’ve stopped him Lt.” you spoke. “He’s had way too many of those.”

Simon didn’t even turn to look at the sargeant.

“He’s not my bloody problem.”

But deep down you knew he’d look after any of you even off-duty.

“Hmm. Last time I checked you stopped me from grabbing us those shots of tequila back in Mexico, remember?”

He does. But apparently you didn’t remember what happened that night.

And he’d keep it that way.

“You would’ve ended up choking on your own vomit, lightweight.”

You bring and hand to your chest, mouth hanging open. You can’t help it, you laugh. He’s just…

“Wow, thank you Simon. Anyway, Kyle could be the one choking on his own vomit if we don’t stop him n… where’s Johnny?”

Simon nods his head to the other side of the pub, Price is trying to get him out of the pub, completely drunk. Kyle comes back empty handed and offended.

“Apparently, the barman says I’ve had too much. Why don’t you grab some for us Lt.? You look just fine…”

“Alright that’s it muppet, you too.” Price is now grabbing Kyle by the arm and leading him to the exit before he can even say anything. It’s getting late and you know the Captain wouldn’t come back to get you nor Simon.

“And then there were two.” You smile. “Wanna get out of here?”

He inhales deeply and nods, standing up and offering you a big calloused hand to help you out of the booth.

You had always wondered why he was so kind to you. Ghost was known as this tall, broody and mysterious man that no one wanted to cross paths with. Dangerous and feared. He was easily a good foot taller than you and could break you in an instant if he ever wanted to. Yet here he was.

Offering his hand to you, looking down straight to your big doe eyes. You always thought he had a staring problem. When he was looking at you –especially now– like that, you couldn’t help but wonder if he at least felt the way you did, just a little part of him…

You absolutely adored how safe he made you feel. Recalling that day when he had followed you all the way to the armory after your failed attempt to dating this one guy.

“You alright there kid?” He asks, leading both of you out in the hot summer air.

“Mhm.” That’s all you offer, you wish you could say more. Wish you could say all the things you wanted to him. You felt silly. A silly girl with a crush with her superior. You had convinced yourself it’ll go away. Simon Riley wasn’t one to have romantic feelings he had told you before.

“That’s just not for me.” He had stated, firmly after a rather hard mission. Things had gone sideways too soon.

“How long have we known each other, sir?” You suddenly ask, walking down the street and to the barracks.

“Over a year. I don’t know, why are you asking?”

He knew exactly how long you’ve known each other he just had to act like he didn’t.

Shrugging you stare right ahead.

“I know I’ve asked before but uh, you ever think of settling down? Like finding a partner and having someone to go home to?”

“No.” His answer is blunt, and for some reason it makes your chest tighten. “Things like that don’t work for people like us.”

“Why?” You inquire so fast, turning your head to see him. “How do you know that? You’ve never…”

“I just do.” He grunts in response.

Maybe you’re imagining things now but you could’ve sworn he took a quick glance at your lips before looking elsewhere.

Still you playfully nudge his side after a few seconds of silence. If it were someone else Simon would’ve been furious.

“Never say never, sir.”

Somehow you find yourself smiling and Ghost knew, he knew that would be a problem.

If only you could remember what happened that night in Las Almas…

#call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod mwii #cod #cod mw2 #cod x reader #cod ghost #cod konig #john price #cod mw22 #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #cod simon riley #ghost x reader #ghost imagine #simon riley imagine #john price x reader #soap mwii #soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #call of duty mw2 #cod mw2022

[dj-bynum3718]

Of Fire and Ice

Melissa Schemmenti X reader X Larissa Weemes  

Summary: The cross over that I decided to finally write.  

Words: if I'm being honest idk  

Notes: I know how I want this to go but I do want some help if you have some questions that you think everyone should ask, please send them to me! Also I will be doing a poll to see what kind of an outcast we want reader to be  

Wanings: None this chapter. 

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7:30am it was too early to be dealing with this. You were sitting in the staff room early Monday morning holding the black envelope in your hand. It was your high school reunion or in other words when all the people you hated, get together to see who “accomplished” the most. You set it on the table and pull out some class work to grade instead before it's time to head to the classrooms. As you sit more and more of the staff start filing into the room. 

“Good morning (Y/N)” Barbara greets sitting down in her usual chair beside you, Melissa following soon after. “Morning” it's about all you have energy for currently your espresso still hasn’t kicked in just yet. 

“Whoa what's up with you? You aren't your usual self this morning” Melissa asks. Well, that’s not completely true you are normally a grouch but less so than today. Not necessarily a morning person you try to get up with ample time to get your attitude in check before you see the kids. “well...” you start to answer before Janine comes in “Good morning wonderful people are we ready for this marvelous Monday?” She starts going on a tangent about a project her class will be doing over the next few days, not something you are paying attention to, not with your own issues at hand.  

You have accomplished a lot in your life, you have nothing to be ashamed of so why be worried about this? You know exactly why it's because SHE will be there your ex-girlfriend of 4 years. And if the rumors are true, then she is headmistress of nevermore. You are happy for her, it’s what she always wanted even since back at your days in school, but that happened to be one of the multiple reasons you broke up she wanted to stay put and you wanted to go teach in the normie schools. Yes, the separation was hard but, in the end, you knew it would be better but for now you don’t know what to think. All these feelings are bubbling to the top old and new and frankly you aren't feeling today. 

“Hey hun, you okay?” Melissa askes. Your head shoots back up to nod “yeah! Fine just not fully awake yet.” Your response wasn’t really a lie but not the truth either. “Okay just checking” you can see the concern in her eye its brief but still there. That is another issue you have yet to deal with. Your feelings for the red head are not something you want to address just yet. You know that you like her and often she is running through your dreams, but she was never by herself often followed by HER. You wish you could get her out of your dreams so you could finally admit your feelings for Melissa. 

You don’t think it fair to her, how could you start a relationship if your ex still affects you like this. So instead, only in your dreams will you leave yourself free to feel the love you want to give so badly. To her, she with hair like fire, skin like cream and eyes so green. But on the other hand, to the other with hair like silver, skin like ice and eyes of blue. Both stunning yes, but so vastly different. 

You can feel her gaze upon you again and you can’t take it, the way a simple look from her can get you going is sinful and she has no idea she is doing it to you. You just decide to gather your stuff together and start your day. “y’all have a good morning I will see you all at lunch.” You nod your departure forgetting the same black envelope that has caused this panic to begin with. 

——

You have successfully made it through the first half of the day dropping your kids at the cafeteria before heading to the teacher lounge. When you walk in the room goes silent as everyone looks at you, your smile faulters and you are suddenly concerned. “Everything okay?” you ask calmly trying to figure this out. “Why didn’t you tell us you were an outcast?” Melissa asks you can hear something there, but you are to stunned to acknowledge it now. “I-I uh what?” You studder which isn't normal for you, but with all the eyes currently trained on you, you feel uneasy.  

“Melissa found your letter. It has a crest on the front, and we got curious, so we looked it up.” Janine responds carefully. You let out sigh setting your stuff down to rub your face. This is not how you wanted today to go at all. But of course, it just keeps getting better and better. You finally look back at the room of your friends and sit down in your chair. 

“I didn’t think it important.” “How could that not be important? It’s a part of you!” Barbara looks hurt that you would even think that she didn’t care for you. You take the letter back in your hands. “it’s the invitation to my class reunion.” You look up at them “and I didn’t tell y’all because normies don’t usually take well to us. That’s why we have schools like Nevermore to protect us from ridicule and to help us learn more about ourselves.”  

You shove the letter into your bag and address them all. “I can see you all have questions” they all nod thankfully none of them look disgusted by you so that is a good sign. “My house tonight at 7:00 if I am going to answer anything I will need a drink to do it.” They all nod again as you pick up your belongings deciding to just eat in your classroom, you need to be by yourself for a while. Plus, you now have a dinner to plan. 

#melissa schemmenti #melissa schemmenti x reader #larissa weems x reader #larissa weems

[haleyrude]

Hey! Idk if you still take requests but I was wondering if you’d do a Zak bagans x reader on her period fluff?

Title: Sunshine

Pairing: Zak Bagans x fem!reader

Disclaimer: This doesn’t include the highschool from the clown motel episode. Everything isn’t the same because I don’t like reading exact replicas of the shows. Also mention of blood.

Words: 3.6k

This was way too long of a build up but I had fun writing it so enjoy it!

You can’t help the heavy breath that leaves your lips as you stare down at the overnight bag on your bed. Everything was perfectly folded and packed away, but you knew, you knew that your time of month was right around the corner. You packed and double packed pads, tampons and extra underwear. By no means were you ever going to let your boyfriend know that it was your time of month. Zak and your relationship was new, fresh, so the topic never came up in conversation but compared to your last boyfriend… Cringing you zipped your bag up and put  it over your shoulder. Walking around the hardwood floor you make sure to shut off all the lights before walking out of your quaint little apartment and locking the door. 

The sun still had a few hours to set and the wind was crisp against your face as you made it to your car. Putting your bag on the passenger seat while getting in the driver seat buckling and starting your car. You had so many nerves as this would be the first time staying over Zak’s place. This happened because he had invited you to an investigation with the boys. You had reassured him from the start that what he did as a profession would never get in the way of how you feel about him. He’s had too many failed relationships in the past due to his line of work but you loved the passion in his eyes as he told you about different experiences and things he’s seen throughout the years of being in the ghost adventures. 

******* FLASHBACK **********

“I promise, it’ll be fine. It’s going to be so much fun, I can hardly wait!” you popped a chip in your mouth as you looked up to your boyfriend. Those gorgeous bluish/green eyes looking you over to make sure your body language didn’t say different. “It’s just so soon and’ he looked out at the pond. You two were at a park sitting on a blanket by the pond enjoying the sounds of the birds chirping, the tiny waves in the water and the kids playing at the park a distance away. The both of you loved to spend quality time together outdoors, you could only imagine the future camping trips that could take place. ‘I’m not ready to lose you so fast” he didn’t look back at you, but you sat up and leaned toward him to lovingly run your hand down his muscled arm. “I wouldn’t want to go with you if I wasn’t ready. Since we met I’ve started watching your show. Oh and by the way you were still hot as ever during season 1’ he let out a chuckle and you couldn’t help but smile, ‘ and you are so passionate it inspires me to want to join you with what makes you so happy” He turned so he was facing you better and with his other hand took the one that was rubbing his arm to hold it and play with your fingers while you both talk.

“I would love doing the thing that I love with someone who makes me the happiest I’ve been in a long time. I won’t let anything harm you and if you feel uncomfortable at any time we can leave. I’ll never force you to do anything to that degree not feeling your best” You both locked eyes and you gave him a little smirk. “Well..” he looked at you with a brow raised so you continued. “I’ve watched some horror movies in my time and since this would be alot more intense than a horror movie going back to my apartment alone might be a little nerve wracking” he gave you a smile with his perfectly white teeth knowing exactly what you were hinting, “Sunshine, would you like to stay at mine after the investigation?” You nodded enthusiastically as goosebumps rose on your arm from the nickname which caused Zak to chuckle once more.

*********** END OF FLASHBACK ***********

That’s how you found yourself in Zak's driveway. The escalade they drove to their investigations in if local, looked like it was packed up as the back doors were open and seemed to be filled with equipment. You took another deep breath before shutting off your car and undoing your seatbelt. Opening the door you heard that familiar voice, “Sunshine!” you looked up at your handsome man, “Hey lovely” once fully out of the car he embraced you and squeezed, you loved how protective and safe his hugs felt. He kissed the top of your head before letting go. “I like the outfit” he said looking you up and down making a blush spread across your cheeks. You noted the way he dressed from watching the shows, mostly in black, so you threw on a black pair of jeans with a black tank top and had a black jacket over that. “Do you have anything?” you nodded your head in the direction of the passenger seat, “just the bag.” He nodded, walking towards the other side of the car. “Are you ready to meet the boys?” You smiled as your heart raced just a bit. From what Zak has told you they seem to be a funny bunch and after what you’ve watched you felt like they were a nice group.

Walking inside you were breathless with Zak’s house. It was very pretty, modern looking and tidy. You were too busy looking around to notice the boys sitting around the island in the kitchen, hearing a low whistle you turned your head noticing all 3 of them looking at you. Smiling and waving you looked toward Zak feeling a bit shy not wanting his best friends to not like you. “This is Y/N, my girlfriend” he motioned toward you and then to his friends, “This is Aaron, Billy and Jay” you nodded knowing who they were from the show. “Nice to meet you three, are you excited for tonight?” They all smiled, “The adrenaline is already there believe me” Billy chuckled. “The night is fun even though it can be alot at times, we have eyes on each other as soon as we step through the doors” Jay put a hand through his hair as he leaned his back against the counter giving me a reassuring smile. 

Aaron walked toward Zak and you with a big smile on his face. Putting a hand on Zak’s shoulder and looking to you, “After all we heard about you, I’m excited you’re joining us” You couldn’t help but blush, “I’m happy to be here” Zak clapped his hands together, “We ready to go?” There were murmurs of agreement as the boys made their way to the escalade. Zak put your bag down on the couch and held his hand out towards you to grab. “I’ll give you a tour later on” he then led you to the escalade and you sat shotgun. Before leaving your apartment you had put a pad on knowing that your period would be here either tonight or tomorrow but you felt the warnings of oncoming cramps. Some months are harder than others but usually some ibuprofen and a heating pad was enough to bear the cramps. 

“Sunshine, you okay?” Bringing you out of your daze you look over at Zak who keeps glancing at you worriedly, a hand on your thigh and one on the steering wheel. “I’m okay” you gave a small smile before looking out the window and listening to the talk between the boys engaging every so often.

You were so excited and nervous, You wanted to do this for yourself and for Zak. Even though your relationship was still new, it was important to test the waters so if it was rough at the start it’d be nothing but smooth sailing after that. If you didn’t like ghost hunting you don’t think Zak would mind if you didn’t tag along anymore but by no means would that make you have Zak stop doing what he loves most, you’d just be his number 1 fan. This was important to him and it would be just as important to you. 

Your train of thought ended when Zak was quieting everyone down. “I’m going to start recording as we’re pulling up. '' He leaned to press the record button on the camera that was stationed on the dashboard as he started talking. You looked up and noticed the location of the night. The Clown Motel. Driving up to it, it looked creepy as it was, clowns never made you feel safe. You shivered as Zak parked up front. He shut the camera off and turned to face you. “We have two rooms here, we can set up, nerve center in one and the other just in case we need more space.” you nodded as you took a breath and stepped out of the car with everyone else. “I got nerve center setup with Jay if you and Aaron want to start recording” Billy was already in the back of the truck grabbing things. “Yeah I gotcha, Y/N want to be in the intro?” Aaron looked over and smiled, “Uh I might stand by you and watch, I don’t know how the fans will react.” he rolled his eyes playfully.

You did just as you said you were and stood by Aaron as Zak walked around talking about the motel and the cemetery close by. Going around and talking to the owner and interviewing other people that have experienced different things in this motel. Listening to everyone and seeing their body language really made you feel uneasy. You were never a skeptic, you believed in the afterlife and spirits being trapped in limbo and what not, so you took what everyone was saying to heart. You noticed Zak kept glancing at you during each interview as if he thought you were going to run off any second. 

Standing in the lobby filled with clowns was nerve wracking and it didn’t get better when you three went to the cemetery. During the interview you didn’t feel right, “I’m going to just take a walk around the motel” you interrupted. Both Zak and the young woman he was interviewing glanced toward you. “Need me to go with you?” Zak was ready to drop the interview but you shook your head no, “It’s okay baby, keep recording” he nodded but still seemed unsure. As soon as you left the cemetery some of the weight you felt seemed to lighten. You put your hand on your lower stomach and squinted your eyes as some cramps started hitting a bit harder. You sighed hating how pain pills never really helped during your time of month. 

As you neared the motel you felt something staring at you. Looking around you saw nothing but that feeling didn’t go away, so you quickly made your way to the room where Jay and Billy were. You made your way up the stairs, the echo of your feet through the quiet halls of the motel as you made it to the door and started knocking. “Hey Y/N! Thought you were with Zak?” Jay stepped aside to let you in before shutting the door. “I felt kinda uneasy so I needed to take a breath” you sat on the firm bed looking at the computers and tables they had set up. “You don’t have to do this if it’s too much” Billy looked at you with concern in his eyes. “No I’m fine really, if it’s too much I’ll say something don’t worry.” You laid back on the bed letting them continue with setting up cameras and doing what they needed to do as Zak and Aaron finished up all the recording they needed to before the sun started setting. 

Before the investigation truly started, you changed your pad cursing that your period had started, hoping day 1 wouldn’t be heavy. The boys split up, you, Zak and Billy went to the cemetery to start the investigation. You couldn’t help but adore the way Zak explained every little piece of equipment they had and what it did. Even letting you hold the SLS camera. Having him make you be a part of it makes your heart swell. You three sat doing some spirit box sessions. Asking questions and getting answers, the adrenaline filled you and you got a sudden sadness wash over yourself. “Sunshine?” You looked up at Zak as he put a hand on your cheek. “You’re crying” You wiped your cheek not even realizing you were. “I..just, I feel sad and I can’t explain it” He put an arm around you and pulled you closer, “It’s okay, you’re okay” 

Zak called it an end to the cemetery after that and made it back to the motel. As soon as your group got there both Zak and you noticed a door swing open. You gasped as Zak took the camera from Billy to explain what you two just witnessed. “Bill you got nerve center while Y/N and I go to the lobby?” “Yep I’ll be watching, holler if you need me” he started making his way up the stairs. Zak grabbed your hand as the other went to your stomach, “It’s okay, I’ll be with you the whole time.” “I’m more worried for you” You tried to make his attention leave your stomach, it worked when he raised a brow, “You have an actual fear of clowns” You both chuckled but when getting to the front door it became tense real quick. 

The nerves, adrenaline, plus the cramps getting worse were definitely taking its toll on you. You just wanted to be home curled in a fetus position with your heating pad. Zak and you were walking around the clowns as he recorded them. You whimpered when a strong cramp hit and Zak immediately turned to you. Your heart was racing, “I feel nauseous, can I please go to the second room?” he just looked at you as if making sure you weren’t hurt. “I’m okay I promise” He sighed and took the key card out of his pocket. “If you need anything, anything at all, use this” he handed you a spare walkie talkie and you nodded, leaning up and giving him a sweet kiss on his lips. He smiled and rubbed your back as you made your way to the second room. 

As you walked to the room you felt that staring sensation once again and quickened your steps to the room. You decided on the second room so you wouldn’t bother Billy not wanting him to find out about your period and him telling Zak. You shook your head as you made it to the room, closing the door and curling up in the stiff bed keeping the lights on and the walkie talkie right next to you. You closed your eyes and drifted to sleep.

You awoke not knowing how much later but you felt Zak rubbing your back and you couldn’t help but smile. It wasn’t until you felt cold that you turned around and saw that no one was there. You scrambled up against the headboard fumbling for the walkie talkie you left next to yourself. You were breathing heavy on the verge of tears, “Zak, Zak can you hear me” the tears left your eyes. You were so scared. After a second you heard Zak and relief washed over you, “Sunshine I’m coming” not even 5 minutes later you heard the key card unlock the door and Zak was rushing to your side. You flung yourself in Zak's arms and he held tight, rubbing the back of your head, “Shhh shhh, you’re okay I’m here what happened?” he let you cry. You leaned back and you both sat on the bed. “I fell asleep, I don’t know how long’ you were shaking your head but Zak put a hand on your thigh rubbing his thumb up and down trying to soothe you. ‘I thought you were rubbing my back. You weren’t here no one was” he brought you into him again. “Let me look at your back” you turned and he pulled your shirt up, goosebumps rose on your skin when he trailed his fingers down your back. “Nothing’s there, nothing hurt you”

“Billy and I were just finished up and then we were going to head out.” You nodded standing up as did Zak. “What’s wet?” You looked at him and your heart dropped when he touched his pant leg and there was a light sheen of red on his hand. Then did you feel everything you didn’t because you were frightened and all your senses earlier were non-existent. “Zak” you said cautiously and he looked at you as you cringed ready for him to yell. “You weren’t supposed to know, I’m so, so sorry. This is all my fault, I’ll buy you new pants and replace the motel bed, please I didn’t know..” “Sunshine” Zak grabbed your attention. You kept your gaze down, getting ready for the consequences now that he knew you were on your period. “Sunshine, look at me” he said softly, taking a finger on his clean hand and lifting your head by your chin. “You’re okay, it’s part of life. I’m not mad at you” you looked at him in disbelief, “y..you’re not mad?” he shook his head. “You must be so uncomfortable, do you have more stuff? Change of pants?” You looked down and that was enough to tell him all your stuff was at his house. He took off his jacket, “Wrap this around you. I’ll call the motel in the morning about the sheets. Let's get you back to mine and get you in a bath” He walked away to go wash his hands. You were completely speechless putting his jacket around your waist. 

More tears left your eyes, “Crying again sunshine?” he came back pulling you in for a hug. “We’ll talk about this more when we get home” 

You waited in the car as the boys gathered all their equipment, scolding yourself for not bringing more product with you. The car ride home was quiet as everyone was exhausted. When getting back to Zak’s everyone bid their farewells and gave hugs as Zak put an arm around you after and brought you into the house. Gracie greeted you both as you walked in the door, you wondered where she was when you first got to the house. “I’m going to start a warm bath for you” You followed him into what you assumed was his room, very spacious, most of his decor was black and gray, simple but elegant. His bathroom was a gorgeous light gray marble. Shower and bath separate. You stood there as he started the water. “Why did you think I was going to get mad earlier?” You fidgeted with your fingers, “In the past I would always get scolded when he knew I was on my period” Zak’s mouth dropped a bit, “Scolded?” You nodded, “It’s disgusting, messy, I complain too much, I had to take off work some days..’ ‘please stop’ you looked up as he stood up and started walking toward you, you could’ve sworn his eyes were glistening. He cupped both of your cheeks in his hands, “Never and I mean never think that I would ever get mad over your period. All girls go through this, you should be treated as a princess everyday nonetheless when you're dealing with all the pain that comes from what you have to go through monthly.” You looked to the side to kiss his hand. 

He dropped his hands to shut the water off. “I put bubble bath in it, I’ll go get you fresh clothes and products from your bag. I’ll put those clothes in the wash.” He walked out leaving you to strip and step into the bath. You could’ve moaned with how good the water felt. You sank in and shut your eyes. About 10 minutes later you heard the door open and Zak walked in, changed himself, in pajama pants and a skin tight tank that defined his muscles. He put clothes and your bathroom bag on the counter and then went to pick up the dirty clothes pile. “I’ll put this in the wash and come back if that’s okay?” “Of course baby” As much as you wanted to stay in this bath you were exhausted and you could tell Zak was too. 

You pulled the drain and got up taking the towel and wrapping it around yourself. He walked in as you did so. “Done already?” You chuckled, “I just want to cuddle” He clasped his hands together, “I second that, I’ll be in the bed if you don’t need anything else.” “I’m good thank you” He walked out and you finished up, putting fresh product on and changing into shorts and an oversized T. You walked out seeing him under the covers and he patted the spot next to him. You laughed jumping into bed and snuggling up next to him. “You smell nice and clean sunshine” You looked up at him and pecked his lips, “Why do you call me sunshine?” He took a breath and looked up at the ceiling, “Ever since I met you, you brought this light into my life as if you were my own personal sunshine. I know we’re still new but I couldn’t imagine my sunshine leaving” he turned back to you and sweetly kissed your lips. “How’s your stomach?” your heart swelled once more, “It’s okay for now” His eyes started closing as yours felt heavy as well, “let me know if you need a heating pad” he said softer and you couldn’t help but cuddle into him further.

#zak bagans imagine #ghost adventures #fluff #zak bagans

[yunholuvrr]

we all need love chapter 5.

chapter summary: who spills the beans?

pairing: yunho x reader

genre: workplace au, ateez ensemble, fluff, romance, angst, eventual smut, hurt/comfort

warnings: none for this chapter, let me know if i should add anything!

word count: 3.2k

note: i promise we will get serious and smutty very soon i just love writing stupid cheesy fluff lolol

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When you wake up it’s in a bed you don’t recognize. The sun peaks around the closed blinds and your hands instinctively feel around the sheets for your phone. You wince at the brightness. 10:47AM. You try to focus on whatever Wooyoung was blowing your phone up about, but it’s too hard. Your head is pounding and your body feels heavy. You spot a bottle of Gatorade and a post it note on the nightstand next to you.

Make sure to drink this! I left some spare towels and clothes in the bathroom if you want to wash up. Feel free to take any snacks from the kitchen. I’ll crash on the couch tonight.

“Oh my god,” you groan and throw your head back into the pillows. It all comes flooding back, your friends’ messages, everything you said to Yunho, the way he held you. He listened to you ramble about something that probably didn’t make any sense to him and now you’re laying in his bed because he’s just too nice for his own good. You wonder when he’ll finally get fed up with you. 

You might never get an answer to that question, because when you finally muster the strength to get out of bed and shuffle into the living room, he jumps from his spot on the couch to bring you a plate of food. He let you sleep in his bed and now he’s handing you food on a literal platter. At this point, you wouldn’t be surprised if he offered to help you into the bath.

“Good morning, y/n,” he speaks softly, “I cut up some fruit and bread if you’re up to it. And there’s spare clothes in the bathroom, but if you want I can start running the water for you.”  

You’ve got to be kidding me.

“Why are you being so nice?” You giggle and accept the small breakfast, plopping down on a chair. 

“Proving that you’d like me in college,” he jokes as he walks towards the bathroom. You can only sigh in response, feigning annoyance. You finally pull out your phone again to read your messages, and a few moments later you hear the muffled sound of water rushing into the tub.

[Jung Wooyoung] She’s probably passed out just like San LOL

[Choi San] Well clearly even I woke up before her

[Choi San] y/n we’re not letting you drink like that again until your farewell party

[Park Seonghwa] Can we start planning for that now please

I’m so sorry!! Idk what i was thinking, but i feel better and yunho’s place is mad comfy

[Song Mingi] ask him to let you see his gaming setup its insane

There’s still a dull ache behind your eyes, but whatever nerves you were feeling last night are completely overshadowed by the butterflies of friendship you just can’t seem to get used to. You were sure they’d judge you for getting shitfaced immediately, and maybe they silently are, but they're not making you feel bad about it. Maybe Yunho was right, maybe you’ve been calling the wrong people your friends. You have to remember to thank him for keeping their conversation a secret. But first you need to wash off the makeup you’re sure is smeared all over your face.

“Bath’s ready,” he pokes his head around the corner, smiling.

“Thank you, really. For everything. I’ll get out of your hair as soon as I wash up,” you get up and try to make your way down the hall, but he places both hands firmly on your shoulders.

“You’re really not a bother at all, to any of us,” he stares at you for what feels like forever, willing the message into your head. You know he’s trying to comfort you after crying about how alone you feel, but you can’t take this kind of directness while sober. When you nod and look down at the floor he finally loosens up, “and I’m not doing anything today, so feel free to stay. You know, if you want to.”

When you look back up he’s giving you a fond smile again, ears tinted light pink. You just nod a second time, too aware and nervous of how close you two are standing now. Neither of you really know what game you’re playing, but it both makes you rush to opposite sides of the apartment.

You spend your bath wondering what imaginary line everyone was walking between you and Yunho. You’re smart enough to notice all the jabs at him anytime he mentions you, and Wooyoung’s question about dating is still clear as day in your head. But what are they all getting at? Is your crush just that blatantly obvious to everyone? Why else would they make fun of you? The water slowly gets too cold for your liking and you try to switch gears and think about what you’ll do today instead.

Yunho stuck to his word and had a pile of clothes ready for you on the counter. You assume it's just a pair of his own sweatpants and a shirt, but it still makes your stomach flip flop at the thought of him preparing all this. Maybe you should ask him about what games he has or if there’s a movie he could put on to pass the time. But first, you needed a real meal.

Apparently he can read your mind, because when you pad back into the living room he already has a menu pulled up on his phone. “Do you want waffles from that one place again? They looked really good.”

“They were, but it was kinda expensive,” you flop down next to him on the couch, close enough to see his screen.

“I wasn’t planning on letting you pay anyway,” he nudges you playfully, “you can return the favor when you get your first paycheck.” 

You just roll your eyes in response, confirming the order with him and letting him handle it. He recommends a movie before you get the chance to, and by the time your food arrives you’re both already comfortably in each other's arms. 

“I think the food’s here,” you mention, making no effort to get up.

“Then you should get it,” he mumbles back. He doesn’t move his arm around your shoulders or his head on top of yours to let you, though.

“What if I’m comfy?”

“I already paid for it.”

You can’t argue with that, and he finally detaches himself from you to emphasize it. You pick up the food and slip back onto the couch and all you can think about is how normal it all feels. Sitting and eating and laughing with him comes so naturally, as if you two have lived together for years. He makes no effort to press you about the night before or imply that you should get going. He just happily accepts your presence. You barely make any conversation at all while the movie plays, but he doesn’t let you go for a second. You’ll never know if he did have plans for today, because he spent it all with you.

When you finally get home, it’s already late. You were going to spend the day catching up on some videos and articles you have bookmarked, but instead you just climb into bed and set your alarms. Even the lack of free time can’t upset you, not with the feeling of Yunho’s body engulfing yours still at the front of your mind.

[Choi San]: Hey I’m sorry again for the party! I should’ve been looking out for you

[Choi San]: It’s a good thing Yunho always does LOL

[Choi San]: Anyway me and Hwa are gonna get coffee before work tomorrow and you are invited ! See you tomorrow 

You shoot back a quick message confirming you’ll be there and set your alarms a tad earlier. That friendly poking fun at Yunho is back, and you decide you’ll ask San over coffee. You feel like you’re on cloud nine right now, what’s the worst he could say? 

“There she is!” Seonghwa shoots you a sweet smile before blowing on his fresh coffee.

“Good morning! I’m sorry again for the party you guys,” you pull out a seat at the small table and set down your bag.

“Listen, we’re the last two people you have to worry about judging your alcohol tolerance,” San chuckles over his own cup, already half finished. “Those men are beasts!”

“They’ll be lucky if their livers don’t dissolve soon,” Seonghwa jokes, finally taking a sip.

“I really didn’t think I’d drink so much, but I guess the games got the best of me,” you laugh along with them. There was no need for them to know about your internal dilemma, or the way you clung to Yunho for dear life in between passing out.

“How was Yunho’s place yesterday?” San asks, and you immediately blush.

“It was fine! We just ate food and watched a movie. It was chill,” you look down, playing with your fingers to ease the sudden stress of his name. You were sure they knew about your feelings at this point, why else would they ask?

“Good,” Seonghwa circles the lid of his cup with a finger. They look at each other briefly before smiling.

“Is it that obvious?” 

They both look up at you startled. San is the first to compose himself, “is what obvious?” 

“Between me and Yunho…” you mumble, regretting your decision. Maybe you misread the situation. The bliss of Yunho's cuddles might've clouded your judgement on this one.

San just sighs, visibly relieved, “thank god we’re all on the same page.” Seonghwa starts cackling. 

You look up at them in utter bewilderment, “we are?”

“It was getting hard teasing him without outright saying it,” Seonghwa finally catches his breath.

“I didn’t know how much longer I could embarrass him without just telling him to make a move!”

Your jaw drops at San’s comment, now fully lost. “You were making fun of him?”

“Well yeah, he’s the one with a giant crush on you!” This time its San who breaks into a fit of laughter.

“He hasn’t been this whipped since like… the first year of college,” Seonghwa recounts, and your head is spinning so much all you can do is rest it in your hands while they compose themselves. San is the first to notice.

“Do you not like him back?” He's worried now. You look back up at him and you don’t know what face you’re making but it can’t be pretty.

Seonghwa mistakes your shock for disgust. “Hey, if he’s making you uncomfortable we can tell him? That’s the last thing we would want.”

“No no no that’s not,” you blurt out, cheeks running so hot you could probably burn someone. “I just… I didn’t realize he liked me too.”

It’s their turn to stare at you, mouths agape. Clearly none of you had been on the same page.

“Too?” they say in unison, and if you didn’t feel like your world was falling apart you would’ve laughed at their timing.

“Yes? This whole time I thought you were making fun of me,” you sigh. Seonghwa can only muster a small “wow” before going back to his coffee. San looks speechless, words forming at the tip of his tongue before completely dissolving. 

You cross one leg over the other and clear your throat. The situation feels like it belongs on a sitcom. “So you guys mean to tell me that this whole time you were teasing Yunho for liking me? Yunho has liked me this whole time?”

“Precisely,” Seonghwa responds between sips, “and you mean to tell us that you liked him this whole time?”

All you can do is nod. Hearing it out in the open like that brings you a new sense of shame, although you don’t really know why since it’s clear to everyone else that the feelings are mutual. San finally echoes Seonghwa with a delayed “wow” before whipping out his phone.

“Please don’t tell him,” you borderline beg, but he just giggles.

“You really didn’t notice? You guys are practically made for eachother you know,” he puts his phone facedown on the table after typing a suspiciously long message.

“Be nice,” Seonghwa scolds him before taking his own turn to tease you, “if I fell in love with a man not even a week after meeting him I’d also be flustered.” 

“Hey!” you shout, but giggles quickly follow as it dawns on you. You’re both stupid. You both have been so caught up on not making the other uncomfortable that if it weren’t for the teasing men in front of you, you might’ve never known. But now you don’t know what to do next.

San must read your mind because his phone dings and he holds it up for you excitedly, “you should meet him after work!”

“What did you say to him!” you reach for his phone but leans back, your arms comically flailing across the table. 

“Just that a little birdie told me his crush likes him back,” San smirks and slides the phone back into his pocket, “you better thank me. I just scored you the hottest date ever.”

All you can do is hold your head in your hands again while the three of you laugh. You don’t really know what you’re laughing at, maybe at how stupid this whole thing is. Maybe it’s the only way you can relieve all your stress around seeing him everyday.

“This feels like a match made in heaven,” Seonghwa starts, finally finishing off his cup, “but if it doesn’t turn out well we’ll still be your friends, seriously.”

San chimes in with an approving hum. “Yunho’s really the nicest person I’ve ever met, but if anything you don’t like happens, let us know! The last thing we want is for you to be uncomfortable the whole summer.”

“Thank you for the blessings,” you joke, but it's the nicest thing they could’ve said to you. Apparently the thought of actually dating Yunho was more nerve wracking than just being delusional in private. 

It’s been hours since your eye opening exchange and you still feel giddy. You thank the universe Wooyoung called in sick today or else you truly never would’ve heard the end of it. Your leg is shaking endlessly, fingers tapping on your mousepad instead of writing the emails you desperately need to. The few times you’ve made eye contact with Seonghwa across the room, you both giggle quietly like middle schoolers. You felt like a middle schooler too, urgently waiting for a text from one person. And then it arrives.

[Jeong Yunho] Meet you in the lobby at 5? 

You quickly respond and set your phone down to get some work done, hoping it will speed time up. It doesn’t, because you end up shooting laser beams at the clock in the corner of your screen and counting down each minute instead.

“Are you done for the day?” Seonghwa’s voice floats above you and you jump. Saying you were would be a complete and utter lie, but you decide to take up the offer.

“Yeah, is it okay if I leave a bit early?” you start logging out before finishing the question, and he only nods and winks in response. You’ll have to remember to thank him for being the best wingman ever, for the both of you.

You spot Yunho as soon as the elevator doors open, surprised that he’s also here so early. He’s wearing a light blue sweater and slacks to suit the slightly chilly weather today, and his eyes are glued to his phone. When he finally looks up, you see a kind of smile you’ve never seen on him before. His shy, thoughtful look has been replaced with some air of confidence.

“Out early?” he questions once you’re only a few feet away.

“Seonghwa let me go,” you chuckle at how much it sounds like he’s your parent.

“San also told me I should head down early,” he takes a hand in yours, an ever familiar feeling, and starts walking, “they’re quite the mischievous ones aren’t they?”

You can only giggle in response. “Where are we going?”

“You take the subway home don’t you?”

“You only asked me to meet you so you could walk me two blocks?” you nudge him lightly and he grins down at you, lighthearted energy behind his eyes that you usually only see when the others are around.

“Were you expecting something else?” he nudges back.

“I thought you might bring up San’s messages?"

“His messages about what?” He quirks his eyebrows.

“About how much you’re in love with me,” you roll your eyes, deciding to play along.

He lets out a dramatic gasp and drops your hand, “how could you accuse me of such a thing?”

You can’t help but laugh at the act and he finally breaks, taking your hand back in his. You make it to the first crosswalk and wait for the light to turn.

“Could you really not tell?” he looks down at you, brows quirked in genuine confusion this time.

“I was too worried I was projecting onto you or something,” the walk sign lights up and you pull him forward, not wanting your confession to linger in the air too long.

“San was right, we really are made for eachother,” he chuckles, “but I thought having the equivalent of two dates already would’ve made it obvious.”

It’s your turn to gasp. Thinking of your outing as a date was one thing, but hearing him call it as such made your stomach flip flop in ways you couldn’t hide. You arrive at the subway station before you can think of a good comeback.

“Do you want to make it three?” You look up at him and he’s got a mischievous grin again, clearly finding joy in making you say what you both already know.

“I’m not so sure…” you try to act, tossing the idea around in your head as if it isn’t the only thing you’ve been thinking about all day.

You don’t process the way he says “then let me convince you” before you feel the hand that isn’t laced in yours come up to cup your face and you see him lean towards you. The feeling of his lips on yours is quick and soft and it's over before you know it. He pulls back before you can lean in though, and when you open your eyes again, his hand is still holding your chin to look up at him. His teasing expression barely covers his own giddy excitement, but you know he’s waiting for you to answer. 

“A third would be good,” you mumble, feeling your skin under his fingers heat up in embarrassment. 

“Perfect, I’ll pick you up on Friday,” he lets go and starts walking you down the steps into the station as if he didn’t just scramble your brain. You wonder if he can feel your heart pounding through your hand or the way sweat is pooling between your fingers. If you had trouble waiting until the end of the day today, you feel like you might die before you make it to the end of the week.

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#yunho x reader #yunho fluff #ateez fic #ateez au #ateez series #we all need love fic #yunho series

[aristrocrat]

Upside Down Feelings 2

Chapter Eight: The Mind Flayer

summary: y/n and steve come to a big realization and the gang gets to work on interrogating will

word count: 4000 ish idk for sure

tw: sexually suggestive language (but let’s be real— what else is new?)

“We have to be careful,” You whispered as you approached the fenced area surrounding the lab. “This place is well guarded. So if we see or hear-“

“Hello? Who’s there?!”

You blinked, feeling an air of familiarity in that voice. The kids hesitated. You and Steve marched on.

“Who’s there?!”

You finally broke through the trees, shining your lights on a stunned couple standing in front of the gate that led towards the facility.

“Steve?”

“Nancy?”

“Jonathan?”

“Y/N?!”

“What are you doing here?” Nancy shouted.

“What are you doing here?” You furrowed your brows.

“We’re looking for Mike and Will.”

“They’re not in there, are they?” Dustin questioned.

“We’re not sure,” Nancy blinked.

“Why-“

The screeches interrupted, so close now that they vibrated through your chest. You all took a closer look at the lab, seeing that the electricity had gone out and there was not a guard in sight. Even the creatures of the night stayed silent. It was so quiet it almost made you think you could hear a pin drop from a mile away.

“That’s why,” You breathed before looking back at Jonathan. “Remember the Demogorgon? Well, it seems to have a whole ass pack of Demogorgon dogs. They’re just as scary, a little quicker but not as strong. There’s a gross amount of them, too. And we think they’re in there.”

“Are you serious?!” His eyes widened.

“We’ve been trying to get in for a while now but the booth is abandoned and the electricity is out, so we can’t get the gate to open.”

“Can we climb over it?” You wondered, looking up to see the barbed wire at the top. “Oh, come on! There’s gotta be a way in. An emergency lever- A key- something!”

You walked past Nancy as Jonathan began asking the kids questions about his mother and brother. You snuck into the small room, looking around at everything. There were still plates of food and opened bottles of water sprawled about, something not usually seen in or around a military facility.

Another screech echoed through the dark. They must’ve deserted their post to go help with the dogs.

“Any luck?” Steve uttered from behind you, stepping into the space to try and help. “There’s a button over here.”

“Yeah, I saw that,” You sighed, finally taking a seat in the nearby chair. “I think we just have to wait it out. I doubt we’ll get anywhere without electricity.”

“But that could take forever-“

“Let me try,” Dustin came in. He pressed the button a few times before the power came back on throughout the entire facility and the gate began to open.

“I got it!”

“How the hell did you just..“ Your voice trailed off as you walked out to get a better view of the now lit up building.

“Nice! Let’s go!” Steve clapped as he jogged towards Jonathan’s car. You placed a hand on his chest to prevent him from moving past you. “What are you doing? We need to go.”

“He needs to go. There’s not enough room in the car for all of us,” You shook your head. “Jonathan is the only one that should go so that everyone can pile in.”

“Like hell I’m letting him walk into that murder house all by himself,” Nancy scoffed, already hopping into the passenger’s seat. “I’m coming too. Come on, Jonathan!”

She waved him over. He shot you an apologetic look before following behind her and driving off. The tone she used to talk to you ever since the argument was enough to make you want to pull your hair out. She was patronizing and rude. It was a common theme with her whenever she latched into another boyfriend: leaving everyone else’s feelings in the dirt to focus on her own.

“So, uh.. they’re, like, officially a thing now, huh?” Steve asked in a small voice. You turned to look at him with wide eyes. Your heart sank into your stomach as he followed the car with his sad eyes. Her latest and greatest victim. You sighed, walking up to him and leaning on the wall beside him.

“Yeah, it looks like it,” You sighed. He pursed his lips and nodded, keeping his gaze fixed on the ground. “How you holding up, buddy?”

He smiled and furrowed his brows before looking over at you.

“What?” You asked.

“Buddy?” He chuckled. “Jesus, what are you- my uncle? Might as well have called me Champ.”

“Fuck off! It sounded better in my head,” You laughed. “I don’t have a cool nickname for you like I do with my other friends.”

“Friends?” He finally looked into your eyes with an unreadable expression, which was odd. He was normally asking that same question with enthusiasm but this time he almost sounded upset. It could’ve just been because of Nancy, but the intensity of his stare made you nervous nonetheless.

“Yeah, I mean..” You swallowed. His big, brown eyes danced around your face, searching for the emotions hidden behind it. “Sure, I’ve kinda been a bitch to you. And you’ve kinda been a douche too. But we’re still friends.. right? Like we haven’t gone back to hating each other?”

“That’s where you’re wrong, Henderson,” He shook his head. “I never hated you.”

“Bullshit,” You smiled.

“No, I’m serious!” He laughed before shifting his attention to the flashlight in his hands. “Don’t get me wrong, when you stopped talking to me after that one summer, I was hurt and confused but.. I never hated you.”

You furrowed your brows, curious to see where he was taking this.

“I guess I just couldn’t understand why you actually followed through with the pact we made. Especially after everything we went through together. Then I started dating Nancy, and I found out that you were the one that hated me. I could never figure out why, though.”

He’d almost phrased it like a question, nonverbally pleading you to explain it to him. His candor took you aback. Out of all of the things he could possibly be worried about: Nancy, the lab, the Demodogs- he chose to concern himself with why you stopped speaking to him.

“I-.. uh..” You hesitated, letting out a nervous chuckle as you played with the ring around your finger. It was a topic you danced around because of the fact that it hit a nerve for both of you. “I guess I never did tell you why I stopped talking to you, did I?”

“Nope..” His gaze was fixed on his hands as he tossed and twirled the flashlight, catching it only to throw it up again.

“Well,” You sighed, feeling your stomach drop at the memory. “Remember how I was taking some upper level classes at the high school? And that first day of school, we’d agreed to meet up in the hallway so you could walk me to class?”

He nodded.

“So, um.. Carol got to me before you did, and-” His eyes snapped back up, attention solely on you. “A-And she told me that, uh… She basically told me that you were only with me because you pitied me. She said that you were so fed up with me that you’d started seeing her behind my back.”

“What?” He stood up straight and turned to look down at you. “And you believed her?”

“I mean, I was thirteen and vulnerable,” You shrugged. “Plus, I didn’t know her then. She seemed genuinely concerned for me. She apologized and gave me a hug. She was really convincing.”

“B-But you know that wasn’t true, right?” He asked. “Because I never-“

“Well, yeah! Now I do,” You laughed. He didn’t find this funny. “When I heard your little heartbreak spiel on the tracks earlier, I felt so stupid. This whole time I thought what she said was true, and it never even occurred to me to just ask you about it. When I started to apologize for breaking your heart earlier, I wanted to tell you about it but-“

“But that’s when monsters attacked,” He muttered before leaning back against the wall. “That bitch..”

“Such a bitch!” You agreed, leaning back beside him.

“That’s so weird to think about,” He shook his head. You hummed in response before he looked back down at you with a glimmer of curiosity in his eyes. “I wonder where we’d be if she wouldn’t have intervened.”

The soft smiles on your faces melted as soon as those words fell from his mouth.

Together.

You both knew it.

There was not a doubt in either one of your minds that you’d still be in a relationship to date, not with the chemistry you shared. The romantic tension could be cut with a knife, and it seemed like everyone could sense it except for the two of you. It was almost as if at any given moment, one of you would finally cave in and kiss the other. Yet you both were completely and utterly oblivious. The arguments and the feigned hatred was just a means to convince yourselves that there was nothing between you anymore. But there was. It was just easier to pretend that there wasn’t.

You both knew exactly where you’d be had Carol not intervened.

Steve would’ve never batted an eye at any of the girls he’d gone out with. Nancy would’ve never broken his heart. He probably would’ve gotten into college with the help of your tutoring sessions. He’d be working to pay for your dates and showering you in gifts that you scolded him for getting.

One thing was for damn sure: his mixtape-making skills would’ve been at a much better than they were now.

And you wouldn’t be so afraid of love and vulnerability; it always felt so effortless with him. He brought out this side of you that, no matter how hard you tried to fight it, unarmed your defenses completely. You would’ve gone to every one of his basketball games and dragged him along to the countless amount of concerts you’ve gone to. You would’ve gotten to see the sweet relationship between him and your brother develop at a much younger age. Maybe even Dustin would’ve been different.

The whole trajectory of your lives would’ve been completely different had you just asked him about what Carol told you. Things would’ve been, dare you say, better. Simpler. Sweeter. Happier.

You both looked at each other with wide eyes and parted lips as if you were seeing the future you got robbed of. Of what could’ve been. Of what should’ve been. His eyes quickly glanced at your lips. If you blinked at the wrong time, you would’ve missed it. But you didn’t. You saw the fleeting thought.

He wanted to kiss you so badly that he couldn’t help but take a look down at your lips. He wondered what you tasted like. What those plump lips of yours would feel like against his own. It was impossible to look away from them now. He felt intoxicated by you, and he hadn’t even touched you yet.

He still wanted you.

You still wanted him.

“Steve?” You took a breath in, not quite knowing what was about to fall out of your mouth. He hummed know response. “If you still-“

“Guys?!” Max spoke in a concerned tone, snapping you both out of your trance. You quickly jumped away from each other, awkwardly clearing your throats and trying to hide the hot blush that now decorated your features. You walked over to see two cars quickly turn the corner, heading towards you with an anxiety-inducing speed. “Look out!”

You all ran out of the way before Jonathan drove past and Hopper’s police car stopped in front of you.

“Let’s go!” He waved you in.

“Come on,” Steve opened the door. “Go!”

You hopped in first to help the kids in quickly, pulling at their arms and settling them in before Steve jumped in behind you all. Hopper hit the gas pedal with force, sending you all flying back into your seats as he turned onto the main road.

———

You all rushed into the Byers’ house. You ushered the kids towards the kitchen and told them to take a seat in order to allow Jonathan to have a moment with his little brother. You took your place next to Steve beside the counter Hopper ordered you all to stay quiet as he made a call.

“On a scale to one and ten, how inappropriate would it be if I asked to sneak into another room to continue our conversation?” Steve whispered into your ear, his warm breath dancing on your skin.

“Twelve,” You smiled, making him roll his eyes playfully. “There’s not much else to talk about.”

“Oh, I beg to differ,” He let out a low chuckle, catching the eye of a few kids. You smiled before turning your back to them and narrowing your eyes at the brown eyed boy in front of you. “If I recall, you were about to ask me a question.”

“You need to stop,” You spoke in a hushed tone.

“Stop what?” He feigned innocence.

“You know what,” You lowered your tone to make sure only he could hear you. “This is not the place to talk about anything. Look around. Some of these people just watched other people get ripped to shreds. Others are concerned for the possessed boy lying on the couch. Drop it.”

“Okay, fine,” His eyes didn’t match his words. They traced every feature of your face, right down to the lips before they looked back into yours knowingly. He bit his lip to refrain from smiling. “I’ll stop.”

“Stop looking at me like that, Harrington.”

“Like what, Henderson?”

“Steve! I’m serious,” You frowned. God, you looked cute when you pouted like that. He raised his hands beside his head to show his innocence, pretending like he wasn’t thinking about how pretty his name sounded coming from your lips. He couldn’t help but wonder how many other ways he could make you say it. Moan it. Scream it.

“Everyone listen up!” Dustin ran out into the kitchen, slapping a book onto the table. You backed away from the flirtatious boy in front of you with a skeptical look before focusing on what the kids were saying. “I think we know what’s controlling Will.”

“It’s a monster from an unknown dimension,” Dustin explained. “It’s so ancient that it doesn’t even know its true home. Okay, it enslaves races of other dimensions by taking over their brains using its highly developed psionic powers.”

“It infected Will, meaning Will now has the inside scoop on the monster,” Mike explained. “And it’s connecting him to the tunnels, the monsters, everything!”

“Woah, slow down! Slow down!” Steve stepped forward.

“So the Shadow Monster’s inside of everything. And if the vibes feeling something like panic then so does Will.”

“And so does Dart,” Lucas added.

“So it’s kinda like a hive mind?” You chimed in.

“Yes! Exactly!”

“Hive mind?” Steve looked at you.

“A collective consciousness. It’s a super-organism,” You nodded as it clicked. “So this Shadow Monster is like the brain of the hive mind? Like the mind flayer from your game?”

“Bingo!” Dustin smiled as he showed you the page he was on.

“Wait, how’d you know what the mind flayer was?” Lucas looked at you with wide eyes.

“I’m dating the leader of the Hellfire Club,” You giggled. “You pick up a thing or two hanging around a Dungeon Master.”

“Dude, your sister just got like a million times hotter,” He turned to Dustin, earning a punch to the arm.

“Tell me about it,” Steve whispered into your ear, chuckling when you pushed him away with force. He didn’t miss the way your cheeks flushed at his words. You ignored the way your heart began to beat at an impossible race, forcing yourself to stay focused.

“Oh, my God, so none of this is real?!” Hopper groaned. “This is a kids’ game.”

“No, it’s a manual. And it’s not for kids. And unless you know something that we don’t, this is the best metaphor-“

“Analogy,” You corrected.

“Analogy..? That’s what you’re worried about?!” Dustin shouted before continuing. “Fine! An analogy for understanding whatever the hell this is.”

“Okay, so this mind flamer thing-“

“Flayer,” Dustin corrected. “Mind flayer.”

“What does it want?” Nancy finished.

“To conquer us, basically. It believes it's the master race.”

“Like uh- Like the Germans,” Steve offered.

“Uh, the Nazis?” Dustin deadpanned. “Yeah, if the Nazis were from another dimension.. then sure…”

“Ignore him. All that Farrah Fawcett spray is getting to his head,” You smirked. His eyes widened, taken aback by your quick remark. Those around you chuckled, making his cheeks turn bright red.

“Wha- Who? Me? I do not use-“

“EXCUSE ME! I’m still talking! Thank you!” Dustin interrupted, making the chief rub at his face with frustration. “It views other races, like us, as inferior to itself.”

“It wants to spread and take over other dimensions,” Mike chimed in.

“We are talking about the destruction of our world as we know it!”

“That’s great!” Steve began to pace as he ran his hand through his hair. “That’s great. That’s really great. Jesus..”

“So we kill the brain, we kill everything it controls,” You wrapped up.

“We win, theoretically,” Your brother nodded.

“Alright, great. So how do you kill this thing?” Hopper asked, grabbing the book from Nancy’s hands. “Shoot it with Fireballs or something?”

“No, no, no fire balls,” Dustin’s chuckles ceased as soon as he caught a glimpse of the chief’s cold glare. “Uh, you summon an undead army, uh, because… zombies, you know, they don’t have brains. And the mind flayer it-it.. it likes brains.”

“It’s just a game,” You sighed. “It’s our best explanation of what that thing is.”

“Okay, then what the hell are we doing here?” Hopper grumbled.

“I thought we were waiting for your military backup!” Dustin called.

“We are!”

“Even if they come, how are they gonna stop this? You can’t just shoot this with guns!” Mike shouted.

“You don’t know that! We don’t know anything!” Hopper raised his voice. It wasn’t clear who he was trying to convince.

“We know it’s already killed everybody in that lab!”

“And we know the monsters are gonna molt again!”

“And we know that it’s only a matter of time before those tunnels reach this town!”

“They’re right,” Joyce’s voice agreed from the hallway. You all fell silent at her appearance. “We have to kill it... I want to kill it.”

“Me, too. Me, too, Joyce, okay?” Hopper’s tone melted into a softer one. Reserved just for her, you assumed. “But how do we do that? We don’t exactly know what we’re dealing with here.”

“No, but he does,” Mike pointed at his unconscious friend. “If anyone knows how to destroy this thing, it’s Will. He’s connected to it. He’ll know its weakness.”

“What happened to not being able to trust him anymore?” You pressed, walking up to him.

“Yeah, you said he’s a spy for the mind flayer now,” Steve stepped forward.

“Yeah, but he can’t spy if he doesn’t know where he is,” Mike muttered before looking up at you.

“What do you mean by that, kid?”

“This is his home. He’ll know exactly-“

“No, he’s right,” You held your hand up, stopping the adults from continuing their comments, and looked at the boys. “What if we get everything out of the shed, cover all of the windows and cracks, and use lights to make it unrecognizable?”

“We could tie him to a post to keep him from running!” Dustin snapped his fingers

“And keep the sedation nearby just in case it gets out of hand,” Mike added. “Joyce, we need blankets, cardboard, tin foil!”

She stood up but you spoke up before she could leave.

“Okay, everyone else listen up!” You clapped your hands, walking back to the table. You took a seat as everyone piled back into the kitchen. “No one leave until I dismiss you. I need you to hear all of this. Phase one: Hop, you and Mike clear out the shed. Jonathan, go help your mom get supplies; we need hammers, nails, staplers, duct tape, and anything that you think will help.”

“Rope for tying!” Mike added.

“That too! Dustin, Lucas- you both need to find stuff that will help us disguise the shed. Dig in the trash and search through the things Hop and Mike throw out. We need shit to cover the walls- papers, wrappers, anything. And heaters if you can find them,” You ordered. “Max, look for some ammonia and cover one of their chairs with cardboard so that it’s completely unrecognizable. Nancy, Steve, and I will get started on covering the walls. We’ll work around Hop and Mike. Phase two: when everyone is done with the tasks I just assigned, we need all hands on deck in the shed. We need to cover every inch of that thing, got it?”

“Okay, then what?” Dustin voiced.

“We’ll tie Will down, someone will wake him up with the ammonia, and then we can start asking questions in the shed,” You explained. “We need the people he’s closest to. His family, his best friend, and maybe Hopper to do the hard work. Everyone else get your asses back in the house as soon as we’re done with the shed, got it?”

“Alright, you heard her! Let’s move, people!” Hopper clapped before everyone split up and got to work. Everyone executed your plan flawlessly and finished within the hour. Once everyone was finished, they took their positions in the shed or the house. You all waited for about fifteen minutes before the lights began to flicker. You quickly grabbed your bat and walked towards the door, but nothing happened. You sat back down beside your brother in silence before Hopper burst in to write some morse code, claiming that Will was using it to communicate.

“H-E-R-E,” He spelled out. “Will’s still in there. He’s talking to us. The stories are working.”

“I’ll grab my radio,” Jonathan muttered.

“I’ll grab his walkie so I can transmit his morse code to you,” He told Dustin.

“Wh- I don’t know morse code that well!”

“I do,” You shook your head. “Nance, you wanna write it down as I say it?”

She nodded.

When everyone got back into place, you took a spot over Dustin’s shoulder, reading off the letters as he wrote them.

“C … L … O …” Nancy scribbled away as you spoke. “S …”

You continued on until the words CLOSE GATE were written on the cardboard in front of her.

“Close gate?-“

The phone began ringing, making you all gasp. Dustin answered it and quickly ended it. It rang again only to have Nancy disconnect it and throw it across the room. You all looked at one another with wide eyes, all breathing hard as your lungs tried to keep up with your racing hearts.

“Do you think he heard that?” Max voiced.

“It’s just a phone. It could be anywhere,” Steve turned to you. “Right?”

“No, no, no, no,” You muttered. “The brain recognizes even the smallest, most insignificant things about your home. Every smell, every sound, every-“

A screech in the distance interrupted you. You grabbed your bat before you all looked out of the front window.

“That’s not good..” Dustin muttered.

“Hey!” Hopper shouted with two large guns in his hands. “Hey, get away from the windows! Do any of you know how to use this?”

“Nancy does!” You offered, grabbing the gun from his hands and tossing it to her. She caught it, prepping it as you and Steve pressed against one another, ready to use your bats. The screeching grew closer as footsteps scurried outside of the door.

“Where are they?!” Max breathed.

“Shh!” You hushed her. The growling was now loud enough to rattle the windows. You all waited before there was a large thud against the other corner of the house. You all gasped and turned towards it. “Get behind me.”

“What are they doing?” Nancy wondered out loud. Another large snarl came from the direction you all originally faced, making you all jump towards it. A series of groaning, screeching, and thuds erupted around you all as you waited in anticipation for a battle.

“I think there’s something else out there-“ You began before a Demodog launched through the window. You all screamed as its lifeless body landed in front of you. Hopper slowly approached.

“Holy shit.”

“Is it dead?”

Hopper kicked it gently. Nothing happened. The door creaked behind you all and you watched the lock turn. You held up your weapons once again before a familiar girl appeared before you all. Her hair was longer than before, slicked back to reveal her bloody nose and dark makeup. You all looked in awe, feeling goosebumps raise on your arms and legs at the girl standing in the entryway.

El was back.

Chapter Nine ->

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[thecommonerwriter]

Hello hello! I am back so on to the request: I was wondering if you could write headcanons on studying with the ohshc members ( or just like their study habits) ?? Like separately and maybe all together as one group? Like I can totally see honey senpai being the one who stays up studying for finals and he's just surrounded empty cake plates and kyoya only tutoring you if you give him bribes lol. Anyways this request is literally all over the place so whatever really comes to your mind regarding any of this is fine!!

p.s. ohshc is literally my comfort anime of all time ✌️

yesss anon. your brain is gold. i shall do my best.

and ohshc is also my comfort anime. i watch it late at night under a fuzzy blanket with hot cocoa and it’s just the best feeling in the world ✨

this is my first time writing for ohshc so i hope it goes well ;-; enjoy!

warnings: swearing

studying with the host club

group studying

>> i need you to understand that this will be chaos

>> honey-senpai will be whining because he ran out of cake

>> mori’s playing bad cop and won’t give honey any more cake unless he does his work

>> the twins will slowly be taking everyone’s stationary one pencil at a time

>> kyoya will be mildly infuriated because he’s trying to help you but you can’t focus

>> tamaki will be hanging over haruhi’s shoulders, wailing about how she doesn’t need an education if she just ran away with him(he actually got a math problem wrong and the twins teased him because it was “an easy problem”- it wasn’t)

>> haruhi is trying to pull tamaki off of her and proceeds to throw a text book at him

>> she misses and dents the wall

>> kyoya quietly adds that to haruhi’s debt

>> honey-senpai has now brought out the puppy dog eyes

>> you’re about a millisecond away from grabbing honey his cake

>> mori-senpai gives you the death glare so you sit back down

>> it’s just an all around zoo at this point

>> but in their own?? a whole different story not the twins

tamaki

>> actually really good at teaching you

>> seriously, remember when he tried to teach that little kid how to play the piano???

>> tamaki would be the one to use that technique of remembering things by tying them to other things idk if i’m explaining that right

>> would shower you in praise when you get something correct

>> you know those moments where you actually get the ‘mature’ tamaki? where he’s all calm and his voice isn’t whiny?? that’s the tamaki you get when he’s teaching you :)

honey-senpai & mori-senpai

>> honey-senpai and mori would be on a group facetime call with you

>> you’re all cramming the night before

>> honey-senpai is also cramming his face with sweets while mori helps him with flash cards, listing words and honey giving him definitions through bites of cake

>> mori will give honey-senpai breaks and during them he helps you if you need it

>> you can all study just fine on your own(not honey) but there’s comfort in knowing you’re not the only one pulling an all-nighter

the twins

>> the twins would study, maybe, okay not really

>> they’re complete smart asses whenever you ask them a question because they somehow “know the material already”

>> they’ll prevent you from studying, though

>> taking your things, asking you an unnecessary amount of questions every two seconds

>> you end up throwing a finely sharpened pencil at them and they get the hint

>> during the test they use “twin telepathy” to answer the questions they don’t know

>> somehow it works

haruhi

>> haruhi is the BEST person to study with besides kyoya

>> she’d invite you over to her house or you two go to a library, somewhere where you can actually focus

>> she uses flash cards. i will not waver on this.

>> i’d say you two are more of the independent studiers, only talking to each other during breaks or if one of you needs help

>> you two would actually get stuff done but only after fighting off the host club to leave you two alone(bc we all know tamaki has chronic separation anxiety from haruhi)

kyoya

>> kyoya would totally need to be bribed if you want his help

>> the problem is, there’s nothing to bribe him with

>> except, maybe, your family secret recipe that he loves but won’t admit to?? 😏

>> it’ll take you FOREVER to try and figure out what he wants, but as soon as you pull out that mouthwatering dish for your lunch and you see kyoya eyeing it up from across the room, you know you’ve struck gold

>> you use this information against him later on, and he’s mad because you’ve found his weakness

>> actually studying with kyoya is a lot less intense you’d thought it was going to be

>> he’d walk you through the problem, give you hints and ask questions to get you to figure out what you’re supposed to be doing

>> he never gives out the answer and he won’t waver so don’t even try to think otherwise

>> he’s pretty patient with you, tbh

>> he keeps to a strict schedule, though, so you’ll end up studying for a test a month down the line that you’re not even sure you have

>> no one breaks kyoya study schedule. no one.

#ohshc fanfic #ohshc x reader #ouran high school host club

[freckles-dean]

Here are some of my thoughts on Young Royals S3 ep 1-5

I’m just rambling here. This is probably going to be long, all over the place and not well articulated, so bear with me. 

And before I talk about the show, I just need to say that it never ceases to amaze me how incredibly talented all the actors are.

First of all, I don’t blame either Simon or Wilhelm. They are in an incredibly stressful situation. They are bound to make mistakes and I think their actions while being stubborn and lacking common sense are understandable.

I really loved Simon this season and i was so exited there was more of a focus on him. We finally got to some of how everything affected him. It broke my heart to notice he wasn’t the loudest in the choir anymore and then him saying he’s not enjoying music. Side note: Dude had some banger lines this season 

I find it ironic that everything that Wille found attractive in Simon’s in s1 became things that Simon has to shut down in order to be with him

If you told yesterday me that today me was actually okay with an August redemption arc, I would not have believed you. This in no way excuses his behavior, and he still has a lot to work on, but I think it was one of my favorite parts of this season. 

I am not at all surprised by the Erik thing. since s1 I kept wondering when Willie's perfect image of him would come crumbling down, but can’t imagine how devastating it would be to learn that the person who was there for you the most was not this perfect person you thought they were and might not even accept you.

I was rooting hard for Micke and Sara. I knew it was unrealistic that he wasn’t going to hurt her again, but it was still so heartbreaking that he couldn’t pull it together for her. I think there are bigger issues going on than his ADHD that needs to be handled. 

Why does the queen get space and help with her anxieties and grief, but when Wilhelm is struggling he gets no support and is seen as embarrassing and problematic???? 

Why the fuck was it Wilhelm's responsibility to teach Simon what not to do? Obviously, this kid who has never been in the public eye has no idea what he should or shouldn’t do, it almost seems like it was deliberate to get Wilmons relationship to fail idk. It would have been so easy to get something to teach him some basic media training. It's just disturbing how the court had absolutely zero regard for Simon’s safety. 

I’ve seen people talk about Wilhelm being controlling over Simon. Is it acceptable or excusable behavior? Absolutely not, but let me put things into perspective. Wilhelm was raised in an abusive and very controlling environment. His opinions and feelings didn’t matter, and he was told it was love, so it made sense that he would try to do the same for Simon and expected him to go along with it. I think expecting Wilhelm to have healthy relationship skills is unrealistic, and the show never pretended he did. It’s been pretty obvious throughout that Wilhelm consistently projects his feelings and emotions onto other people. 

I still don't know if Simon was breaking up with Wille or not, or they were just trying to frame it that way to scare us (honestly hoping it leads into a more mature conversation), but if he was… Wilhelm had it coming. He hasn’t been handling things very well and is taking it out on Simon, which is just not okay, and he doesn’t deserve that.  

Before this season, I wasn’t sure how I felt about Wille abdicating, cause i still had this fantasy in my head of him as this queer king, but after everything I’ve seen this season, it’s so obvious how much this institution is killing him. He needs to get out and heal from his traumas and find out who he really is without all those rules and pressures.

I don’t even know if I want Wilmon to be an endgame. Obviously, I do, but at this point, I don’t think that’s what’s best for either of them. It’s been very clear this season how much they don’t (at the moment) fit into each other's lives.. Either some major things have to change (Wille abdicating) or they need to split up. I just hope that both boys get a good ending, even if it’s not with each other. 

I don’t know... I’m emotionally exhausted, there are so many plot lines and I really don’t know how they are going to fix everything in one episode.

#young royals #yr s3 spoilers