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Treat You Better || Steve Harrington

Summary: Request - Steve Harrington x Reader based on Treat You Better by Shawn Mendes😩 I used to LOVE that song when i was younger, and now it just reminds me of my boy stevee💙

A/N: Loved writing these even though men suck (sometimes!!). Thank you for the request @marennnx. This is a 3x1 - or the three times your boyfriend treated you like crap and the one time he did something about it!

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Female Reader

Word Count: 3.7k +

T/W: Dismissive boyfriend, absent boyfriend, gaslighting

Steve Harrington had been a constant in your life as you grew up in the small town of Hawkins. You’d moved in next to the Harrington’s when you were just six and became fast friends with the neighbor boy, Steve. The two of you became fast friends as there was no other six- or seven-years old’s in the neighborhood close to you. You’d quite literally been there for each and every single first for the other. You’d learned and grew through life with Steve right by your side.

For the first time in your lives things got a little strained when he started dating Nancy. Not that you didn’t like her, she was lovely. It’s that Steve did that stereotypical thing and kind of forgot about you for a while. Tired of being bored around your house you too started going out and doing things with your other friends. It was fun, you enjoyed yourself. You still wished you were doing it all with Steve though.

Then you met Derek. You’d seen him around Hawkins High but never actually met. Not until the summer Steve had ditched you. That was almost a year ago now. Steve and Nancy had long since broken up. You and Derek were still hanging on, albeit by a thread, as all of you were heading into your junior year. It dawned on you that you were going to have to start looking at school soon if you really wanted to get the hell out of Hawkins like you and Steve always talked about.

Things never really got back to normal between you and Steve after it was all settled. The two of you talked and hung out more but you attention usually went towards trying to save the failing relationship between you and Derek. You were truly miserable, but you didn’t let a soul know, not even you mom who you usually told everything. It was almost embarrassing admitting it at this point with how much you’d been faking your happiness. Derek also didn’t like you hanging around with Steve. He was jealous of course so you tried to keep it to a minimum or as hush hush as you could.

That was how you got to the semi-awkward place between you and your best friend. The two of you stealing longing glances but neither having the courage to broach the growing tension between the two of you.

The Bonfire

It was the Friday before school started the next Monday. You’d arrived with Derek, pulling him along to find some seats. It was the annual class tradition since you’d been in eighth grade to have a class wide bonfire before school actually began again. You, of course, had to drag your reluctant boyfriend along with you to the event. That should’ve given you the wherewithal to understand where his attitude would be for the night.

But you ignored it as best as you could. Press on and have fun. Don’t let the stupid boy ruin your fun night. You knew you were pushing it when you found some seats next to Steve. When you stopped in front of him your boyfriend groaned in annoyance. Ignoring him you turned to Steve, “These seats taken?”

He shook his head quickly with a small smile on his face. It wasn’t usual for you to come around let alone with your shit head of a boyfriend in tow. He was missing you more than you even knew. He knew he messed up by nearly dropping you for Nancy completely a year ago. This was his karma, and he was taking it.

He shook his head, “Nope.”

“Come on babe, let’s go get some drinks.” He tried tugging at your hand this time, but you just shook your head instead.

“I’m going to stay here and catch up with Steve. I’ll take a drink though when you make it back over.” You gave him a sweet smile though you knew it was no use. He was already pissed, and you surely pissed him off even further by not doing what he wanted. Steve just looked between the two of you before he grumbled something incoherent and walked off.

“He’s a real charmer, that one is.” Steve knew he probably shouldn’t have said that, but he was growing tired of your boyfriends attitude. He didn’t understand how you could put up with it. You were such a light, happy

You gave your friend a soft smile, “He just didn’t feel like coming out tonight. Cut him some slack.” You knew Steve was at his wits end with him. Your family was too. Nobody seemed to like him but you. And you didn’t even really like him all that well. The solution seemed all too clear, but you still didn’t want to give it up just yet. Derek was your first real relationship. The first guy you said ‘I love you’ too even if he wasn’t the first guy you loved.

“You cut him a lot of that, Y/N.” He spoke freely seeing that Derek was still far away at the drinks table. Even though you asked for a drink you had a feeling he wouldn’t make you one. He’d forget or just not do it as some sort of punishment. That wasn’t love. That was manipulation. You felt that all too familiar sinking feeling growing in your stomach as you thought about your situation.

You looked down feeling the weight of his eyes on you, “I know.

He waited a moment seeing the despondent look on your face, “Hey,” He waited to continue until you looked back up to him. When you finally found the courage he continued, “You just deserve so much more than that. Somebody who wants to be with you…”

You shook your head stopping him, “That person doesn’t exist here. So, I’ll just enjoy what I can. Alright?” Your voice snapped at his ever so slightly telling him you were done talking about it.

He knew he shouldn’t have pressed, but you were his very best friend. He cared for you. Wanted the best for you. Loved you so dearly. He hated to see you treated less than how you deserved, “That’s just not true Y/N.”

“Steve.” Your eyes told him to drop it. There was a reason you didn’t tell or show your friends or family about that side of him. It made it pretty obvious how shitty he actually was.

He gave you a quick nod before leaning back in his seat, “Just think about it. Please?” There was a pleading look in his eyes that made you nod in agreement.

“Yeah, I will.”

He stood up from his seat seeing your boyfriend walk back without a drink for you, “I’ll see you around. Remember what I said.” He gave your boyfriend a sharp look before heading to the drink table deciding to get you a drink since your boyfriend had no interest. Steve decided he would show you that somebody did in fact want to treat you right.

The Football Game

You’d messed up and forgot to swap your light jacket for your heavier coat before heading out for the game. It was fine at first, but the temperature was dropping quick. As soon as the sun set behind the bleachers and the Hawking High football game started you began shivering. You tried cozying up to your boyfriend who was none the wiser of your chilly predicament. But he just shrugged you off.

“Babe.” You whined feeling another shiver ripple down your spine. It was getting cold, cold and you were not prepared.

“Shh, Y/N. I told you not to interrupt when they’re playing. I’ve got to watch Josh.” He grumbled pushing you off him. His brother, Josh, was the star wide receiver of the team and he had to watch everything live to report back to his brother. It made you roll your eyes week in and week out. Derek wasn’t good enough to play varsity, but his older brother was. You’d found it a little weird how much he lived through his older brother when it came to football.

Your mouth clamored back and forth, “But I’m cold Der.” It came out whinier than you intended which surely irritated the man further. How dare you inconvenience him when he needed to pay attention.

He sighed, “I told you to put a coat on. Go get a hot chocolate or something.” He didn’t take his eyes off the game and his voice was audibly annoyed with your presence.

“Whatever.” You rolled your eyes in return before heading off to the concession stands. Walking was good. It got your blood flowing. You needed to move to warm up anyway. It’s not like Derek would even throw and arm around you to warm you up.

You were so focused on walking to get your blood flowing you hadn’t even seen that you zoomed right past Steve who decided to follow you out of curiosity. When he saw you shivering and rubbing your hands back and forth to get some heat to them he had enough, “What are you doing out here in just a jacket?” He shrugged off his overly warm coat and handed it to you.

You shook your head in a hurry, “You’ll get cold Steve.”

“I’m fine. You’re not. Take the damn coat.” He shoved it further into your hands not giving you another chance to argue. When you slipped it on the audible sigh that left your mouth made him crack a small smile even though he was awfully worried about you being out in nearly freezing temperatures with a jacket made for the fall.

“Thank you.” You nodded up to him, “I forgot my coat. Derek told me to get a hot chocolate to warm up.” You laughed it off knowing how bad it sounded. Because it was bad. He was terrible. Derek might not have even liked you. Why were you even with him at this point?

Steve’s smile downturned at your comment. He’d made it quite evident how much he didn’t enjoy your boyfriend or his presence, “Some boyfriend he is.” He grumbled knowing it was likely going to set you off. You’d been more than defensive about your relationship. You’d always been like this, but it broke him seeing you so seemingly stuck in a loop. You wanted everything to look perfect, but it wasn’t. But you couldn’t admit it because then you’d have to admit it wasn’t perfect. A loop that he couldn’t pull you out of.

“Steve.” You sighed but knew it was a lost cause, especially because you were wrapped up in his coat. You couldn’t really defend the guy that much anymore. It felt so insulting because the entire relationship seemingly fell apart so quickly, right under your nose. Things were fun in the beginning. The two of you got along well and laughed at a lot of different things. But then it turned sour a few months ago, right after Nancy and Steve broke up. It’s not like anything changed for you. But apparently it did for him. It’s like he was pushing you right into Steve’s arms and you were pretty sure you’d be just fine with that.

He put his hands up in defense, “You know what I’m going to tell you.”

You sighed, “I know. I’m thinking about it. I promise.”

He nodded, “Keep the coat tonight. Drop it off whenever. Take care of yourself okay? Anytime you want to talk I’m all ears. I miss you.”

The floor was suddenly far more interesting than his face. You felt bad that you had in fact been avoiding him like he had you early on in his relationship, “Yeah, I miss you too. I’ll stop by more often. Promise.”

He grinned seeing you look back up to him, “That’s two promises I’m going to hold you too.”

You laughed for the first time that night. Curious it came at the mouth of Steve rather than your boyfriend. Your heart tugged as the two of you joked around like old times without your know-it-all boyfriend there to ruin the moment. You knew the relationship with Derek was doomed when you wanted to follow Steve back to his seat rather than head back to your boyfriend. But you had appearances to keep up. So back to Derek you walked.

Biology Class

“Alright class settle down. Today is the day you’ve all been waiting for. We’ll be dissecting pig hearts!” Your overenthusiastic Biology teacher stood in front of the curious junior class who had a big mix of emotions. Some were thrilled, that was Derek sitting next to you and Steve a row in front of you with his lab partner. Some were not so thrilled, you.

When the teacher set the heart down in front of you, you let out a big breath moving your chair away. Derek just started laughing like a little kid seeing your reaction to the dead pigs heart in front of you. Shooting him daggers you simply covered your mouth and nose with your hand trying your best not to throw up all over the desk in front of you.

When Derek started cutting you thought you might actually puke. The smell alone was starting to send you over the edge, “I don’t think I can do this.” You mumbled scooting even further away. Taking a quick peak around the room you were surprised almost everyone seemed just fine. Seemingly you only had the weak stomach in this class. You didn’t notice Steve’s eyes watching you with caution. He knew you well and knew this would be a unique kind of challenge for you.

“Ahh, grow up would you Y/N?” Derek rolled his eyes before returning to cut away, “Just plug your nose up if it’s that big of a deal.”

You huffed in annoyance at his complete lack of care, “I’m already doing that Derek.” It was sharper than you intended which of course set him off.

“You’re being a baby about it. Grow up.” He snapped back full out ignoring the look on your face. It was becoming harder and harder to fake your happiness. Especially when he treated you like you were nothing but a nuisance to him. Did he even like you? Why did he want to spend time with you if all he did was get annoyed with you? When was the last time you’d genuinely been happy with him? It’d been months. Months since the last time you giggled with him or smiled from a conversation.

You stood from you seat, “I’m getting some air.”

He just continued on, “Suit yourself.”

You stood quickly before letting the teacher know you needed to get some water. You walked to the water fountain down the hall trying your best not to break down right then and there. How did all this happen? How could you have let it all happen so quickly? When did he start to dip out on the relationship? Why wouldn’t he just breakup with you if he was this unhappy?

“Hey,” Steve’s sweet voice pulled you back into the present, “You okay?”

You nodded quickly trying your best to come off as cool as possible, “Yeah, was thirsty.”

He smiled, “It’s just me. You don’t have to lie.”

A frown formed from that. It was just Steve. Why did this all feel so weird and awkward and so far out of your control all the sudden? All you wanted to do was scream and beat on the wall in frustration of how you felt at the state of your life. But you knew better than that. Especially at school.

“I couldn’t take the smell.” You admitted to the boy who cared more to check up on you than the one who supposedly loved you sitting in the classroom. The more you thought of it the more Steve seemed to be the one who cared for you. And you knew he did. But with all that he had done for you and the lack thereof what Derek had made you realize how backwards it all was. You were meant to be with Steve not Derek. Steve cared. Steve loved you. Steve wanted you and put in the effort to be with you. And for some reason you still called Derek your boyfriend.

He grinned, “I knew it. I thought you looked squirrely in there.”

“You were watching?” You asked curiously.

“I’m always watching you.” His grin dropped as he realized how creepy that had sounded, “In a not weird way I promise!”

You laughed at his attempted recovery, “Thanks for checking in Steve.”

“I’m just keeping true to my promises. Speaking of which. How are yours coming along?” His smile grew into a smirk as he knew you were stalling. But that was his job as your best friend to keep pushing. That and he loved you. So, he’d decided it was his time to be selfish. He knew he could treat you better. So much better than that shit head you called a boyfriend.

“I’ve thought about what you said.”

You answer surprised him, “You have? And?”

“You’ll see. Soon.” You gave him a quick nod and smile before leading the two of you back to class. As much as Steve wanted to decipher that with you he knew better than to push too hard. That was more than you’d ever given him, so he was rolling with it for now.

After School The Next Day

You sat down on the bench in front of the High School in utter defeat. He had forgotten you. This truly was the last straw. Derek had promised he’d take you home knowing your car was in the shop this week and he forgot you. Steve was right. He didn’t give a rats ass about you. He only cared about himself. He only cared about you when it was convenient for himself. How had things unraveled so quickly? You couldn’t keep up this charade anymore. Not when he was up and leaving you places now.

When you heard the soft honk of the car in front of you your heart dropped seeing Steve’s car idling there. Fuck. Why him? He’d seen first-hand how shitty Derek had been treating you these last few weeks and this might actually set him off. Slowly, you walked over to his car. You slid into the front seat not daring to look at him. You just knew he was giving you that disappointed Steve look that only came to his face when Derek did something that should have been a red flag for you.

“You alright?” He asked after a moment of silence.

Closing your eyes you leaned back into the seat, “You’re right.”

“What about?” Steve asked as he pulled out of the school parking lot.

“About Derek. The whole thing. I deserve more.” A tear slipped out as you said it out loud for the first time. Sure, you’d thought about it in your head, but it was different spoken out and for Steve to hang onto.

He pulled over onto the side of the road, “Hey, it’s okay. I’m so glad you’ve realized it. He hadn’t been treating you well.” Steve hesitantly reached out and brushed away the stray tear which brought on an entirely new set of waterworks from his lighter than a feather touch.

He let you cry it out in the passenger’s seat of his car not uttering a word until he thought you could actually hear him, “I’m here for you. It’s okay. You’re okay.” He didn’t know his words only made you cry even further for you were mourning a relationship you never had. One where you thought you were in love, but it was just stupid teenage hormones. The one you loved was sitting right here comforting you beyond your wildest imagination.

You hiccupped after a moment of you unexpected breakdown. A wave of embarrassment washed over you as you realized how you had quite literally cried like a baby in front of Steve, “I’m so sorry Stevie.” You whispered breaking out the nickname only he let you use.

“Don’t apologize sweetheart.” He’d never called you that before. Shoot, he’d never really looked at you like this before. He looked at you like how you felt about him. Like he loved you.

“I didn’t mean too… I didn’t…”

He shook his head before pushing up the arm rest separating the two of you. He maneuvered his legs so you could slide over, “Shh, come here. It’s okay. I promise you that. I don’t break my promises, remember?”

You nodded before launching yourself into your best friend arms. You let him wrap you right on up as the car idled with the two of you suctioned together. He squeezed as he held you letting you know that he had no plans or intentions of letting you walk away again.

“Y/N?” He asked after minutes of the two of you just wrapped in the others embrace.

“Yeah?”

He took another second before letting out a long breath, “You remember how I said that somebody wants to treat you better? Somebody out there wants to be that person for you?” He asked with an unusual shakiness in his voice. Uncommon for the usually so confident Steve Harrington.

You hummed just enjoying being wrapped up in his arms. This didn’t happen that often anymore no matter how much you wanted to. You were with Derek. You couldn’t do that. But now? All bets were off, “Yeah, thank you for that.”

He nodded, “I can be that person. I can treat you better. If you’d let me that is.”

You sucked in a breath at his words, “You can?” Was this really happening?

“I can.”

You turned your eyes up to his with a bigger than life smile, “Okay.”

His scared eyes turned hopeful at the simplest of statements, “Okay?”

A quick nod before you turned your head into his chest, “Let’s do it. I love you already so?”

“You do?” His hopeful eyes turned from that of hope to shock right back to those lovey dovey ones he had on you days prior.

“I do.” You grinned feeling better than you had in a long time admitting that to him so freely. It shouldn’t be hard. This was about to be the best thing that you could’ve done for yourself. Who would’ve thought two crappy relationships was all the two of you needed to finally open your eyes to what was right in front of you.

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talesofesther · 2 years

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Tales of a love between the lines

Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: Sometimes the thing we want most is right in front of us, and Steve might be just that for you; all you have to do is see what he's been showing you for a long time.

A/N: Look at me falling for the pretty boy. He's a sweetheart in this, honestly, but when is he not? Anyway, this ended up way bigger than I intended, but I love it nonetheless.

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The bathroom tiles were cold against your feet as you exited the shower in a hurry, almost slipping and faceplanting the floor. Waking up early was never your strong suit, especially on a Monday.

You put on your jeans whilst already fumbling through your closet for a shirt, feeling droplets of water drip from your hair and down your bare back. You heard a car parking in front of your house and cursed under your breath as you caught a glimpse of the time on your bedside clock.

Pushing open the curtains, you waved at Steve from your window. "I'm almost ready okay? Give me five minutes." You chuckled at the way his eyes widened and he avoided looking at you upon seeing you with just a bra on. You met Steve at the beginning of high school, it was your first year and his second one. He proved you very wrong when he turned out to be a nice guy to have around, and you both have been inseparable since. Steve had graduated last year, and now it was your final year. Despite not needing to, he still always took you to school.

Steve felt heat creeping up to his cheeks as you disappeared inside your house again, he huffed out a nervous breath, gripping tightly onto the steering wheel.

Eight minutes passed and he saw you quickly walking out the door and towards his car. The lovesick smile that came to him was natural, as he saw you adjusting the backpack over your shoulder and running a hand through your damp hair.

"I'm sorry I kinda lost track of time." You threw your backpack on your feet as you sat down and pulled the seatbelt on.

"Eh don't worry, we're just a few minutes behind." Steve turned the keys, the car rumbling as he drove away from your house. "And I had a feeling that would happen." He turned around and pulled a paper bag from the backseat, handing it to you with a soft smile.

Your skin prickled as your fingers grazed his, taking the brown bag from him. You opened it and closed your eyes in bliss at the smell of a freshly baked croissant. "You're an angel, you know that right?" You reached out a hand and squeezed his knee in gratitude, feeling your stomach turn pleasantly at his attentive gesture.

Steve only chuckled. His mouth went dry every time you looked at him like that, giving his poor heart hope for something he knew would never happen.

The drive to school was a quick one, just about enough time for you to finish eating and fix up your makeup in the sun visor mirror.

You had about ten minutes before class when you arrived, Steve parked on the outskirts of the parking lot. You straightened in your seat as your eyes landed on your boyfriend; he was sitting on the hood of his car, a blonde girl a little too close to him as he talked to his friends.

The gaze of your friend beside you was heavy, he looked between you and the guy outside who should be the one picking you up. Despite Steve thanking the gods every day that he was the one who got to drive you to school, he still wanted you to be happy. Despite his feelings, he was your best friend first.

The words 'do you truly like this guy?' went unsaid again.

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Starcourt mall was buzzing with life, there wasn't a day when it was any different. People came in and out of the many stores, holding their bags and spending money carelessly. The bright and colorful signs almost made you feel as if you were entering a new era.

You walked amongst the commotion, stopping in front of a few stores to look through the clothes on display; most of the extravagant outfits made you cringe. Your feet carried you towards a certain ice cream parlor, the visits to the mall were starting to fit into your routine.

On a weekday, there weren't many people who fancied an ice cream, only two of the booths were occupied. You smiled to yourself as you walked towards the counter and caught a glimpse of a sailor's uniform in the backroom.

Dinging the bell once, you waited for him to appear. Five seconds passed and you dinged it two more times, already grinning to yourself.

"Yes yes, I'm going, geez-" Steve threw the door open with an annoyed frown; that quickly disappeared once he laid eyes on you. "Look who it is." He chuckled.

"Your favorite customer." You raised your chin proudly, the smile never leaving your lips.

Steve pointed at you with his scoop, making his way to you. "You wish."

"Come on pretty boy, you know why I'm here." You teased.

Steve opened the ice cream freezer, scooping up your favorite flavor that he knew by heart. He glanced at you with puppy eyes. "To see me?"

You leaned towards him on the counter, biting your lip with a smirk. "You wish." Your voice was low as you repeated his words back to him.

Steve averted his gaze from yours, a shiver running down his back at your tone. He held up the ice cream cone to you, waving a dismissive hand when you reached for your wallet. "This one is on the house."

"No Steve, I'll pay-" you started to object.

"What? I can't treat my favorite customer?" He twirled the ice cream in front of you with an innocent smile.

Your heart fluttered on your chest, making heat rise to your cheeks. Slowly taking the ice cream from him, you said quietly; "charmer."

"I'll see you tomorrow." You gave him a wink before walking out of the shop, secretly thinking of his enticing smile with each bite of your ice cream.

"Wow, it's worse than I thought."

Robin's voice from the window just behind Steve broke him from his trance of longingly watching you leave. He glared at her, but the pink color on his cheeks told her all she needed to know.

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You closed your eyes tightly, phone gripped between your fingers. The cold air coming through the open windows was biting at your skin and making you restlessly move from one foot to the other to try and create warmth. Damn you and your inconvenient lack of an extra coat.

The blasting music made it hard for you to hear if the phone was even ringing; you twisted the wire attached to it in anxiousness, watching as the colorful lights illuminated your body. Your lower lip wobbled, you didn't know if it was because of the tear tracks down your cheeks or because you knew that, despite the phone being in a more secluded part of the house, people were still looking at you.

"Hello?"

His groggy voice on the other end of the line eased your beating heart. "Steve, I'm- I'm sorry to be calling at… I don't even know what time it is." You mumbled to yourself.

"Y/N?" You shouldn't have been surprised that he instantly knew it was you. The next two seconds of silence on his end let you know he picked up on your hoarse voice as well, even with the music. "Don't apologize okay? What happened, are you okay?"

"I- I just…" You bit your lip whilst thinking back to what you saw a couple of minutes ago. Deep down you knew that what you felt for your now ex-boyfriend could never be called love, but catching him making out with some random girl still hurt nonetheless.

'You're a slut.' He had the audacity to say. 'You spend so much time with that Harrington boy I figured I could use some fun myself.'

You had felt all the eyes in the house staring at you, judging you and not him. Girls whispered in each other's ears and guys laughed with their friends. It soon dawned on you that he was never loyal, you never mattered. After-school practices were an excuse, you could remember the way his teammates glanced at you with false pity in the school corridors. Tutoring classes with the prissy girl from your year were never really for studying. You felt dirty.

'He doesn't deserve you.' Steve's words kept ringing inside your head.

"I found him with someone else Steve, he didn't even care to hide what he was doing." You choked on your tears as you told him, feeling another one running down your cheek.

You heard Steve mumbling curses at his end of the line, then the jingling of his car keys. "Stay where you are, okay? I'm on my way."

You didn't have much energy to argue, making your way outside to wait for him after ending the call. You shivered as you stood on the sidewalk, looking up at the sky where a few lonely stars peeked through the clouds. You knew for a fact that Steve lived at least 20 minutes away from where you were. He arrived in 14.

He didn't bother to close the door as he got out of his car, the street lamps illuminated his pajama pants in the dark night. You stifled a teary chuckle.

Steve made his way to you with quick steps, he didn't say anything, pulling you into a comforting embrace as soon as he was inside your personal space. His arms closed tightly around your waist, holding you securely against him as he lowered his head to your shoulder. For a moment you wondered who was more desperate; you or him.

You held onto his shoulders as if he was the one thing keeping you sane, inhaling the sweet scent of his shampoo that never failed to calm you down.

No questions were asked as he drove the car away from the cursed party. The strong grip he kept on one of your hands was enough, for you and for him. You didn't say anything when he passed your street, closing your eyes momentarily and leaning against the window as he drove further towards his own house.

It was in his nature to be protective, you figured that now more than ever. He wouldn't let you out of his sight so soon. You had no complaints.

The night was spent without dreams, if they happened, you couldn't remember. You woke up with a thin strip of sunlight shining into your eyes. It took you only a few seconds to remember what happened, yet a lazy smile came to your lips as your gaze roamed around Steve's messy room. You clutched the covers to your chest; they smelled like him.

You were alone in his bed though, you knew for a fact that he had slept uncomfortably on the couch downstairs.

As you got up from the bed you remembered that you had changed into one of Steve's sweaters and sweatpants last night. Because you didn't really foresee staying here, he lent some of his clothes to you when you insisted you needed a shower before bed.

The smell of freshly made pancakes started to invade the bedroom, you quickly ran your fingers through your hair, not bothering to do more than that to fix the mess.

The wooden floor felt slightly cold through your socks when you walked down the stairs. Coming to a stop on the archway that lead to the kitchen, your eyes landed on Steve in front of the stove. He turned it off and moved to the counter right beside him, neatly placing the pancakes on a plate. You watched the muscles on his back move beneath the black shirt, giving you a fleeting desire to walk over and slide your arms around his waist. You kicked yourself for those thoughts, Steve was too precious for you to mess up with your feelings.

He turned around nibbling onto his lower lip, balancing two plates of pancakes in his hands. His face lit up like a Christmas tree when his eyes landed on you. "Hey good morning, I didn't hear you coming."

You gave him a tight-lipped smile, gripping at the ends of the sleeves of your sweater which was a few sizes too big on you.

"I made some breakfast, if you're hungry." He motioned proudly towards both plates that now rested on the table. A blush came up his neck and to his cheeks at the sight of you with his clothes. He could feel his hands sweating.

His voice was shy, as was his gaze on you. It was unusual, it made your heart flutter. Steve was unlike anyone you've ever met before.

_____

"Okay, Steve, stop fumbling with that. You're only making things worse." Your gaze settled on him through your mirror, watching as he tried to adjust his tie on the other side of your room.

His frustrated groan made you chuckle, you finished tidying up your hair and walked toward him. Your heels clicked on the ground as you walked, feeling the slightly uncomfortable silk of your dress on your skin.

It was your graduation night, a big moment that you were not quite ready for; mainly because you would be giving one of the speeches. For someone who hates talking in front of crowds, that was plenty of reason for wanting to give up on the night altogether.

Steve convinced you to attend anyway, promising you would regret it later if you didn't go. And seeing him in a full-piece black suit came as a bonus to you.

You raised your hands to his chest with a smirk, gently yet expertly threading your fingers through the fabric of his tie and tightening it in place. Your hand lingered, smoothing out his blazer and enjoying the closeness.

It had been a good two months of this back and forth, yet Steve's breath got caught up in his throat every single time. Just like now, with you so close that he could just duck his head down and…

"You look beautiful." The words slipped from his mouth before he could think them through, he winced just before your eyes met his. The boundaries seemed to be changing, and he never knew if he was overstepping or being too slow.

Your lips parted, you met his eyes without fear and Steve could hear the beating of his own heart.

"You don't look too bad yourself, Harrington." The lipstick accented your smile. Steve felt his knees almost giving out. He prayed his hands weren't too unsteady when you grabbed one of them, guiding him out of your room.

There was something magical about walking through the school's gymnasium doors at night, dressed in an expensive dark dress and with your arm linked with the one of Steve Harrington.

A few gazes turned to you momentarily, this time however, you felt quite proud to be watched.

Steve was nothing short of a pure gentleman the whole night, with a hand lingering on the small of your back at all times or with his fingers loosely intertwined with yours; he served you drinks and told you time and time again how tonight's fairly lights accented your features. Part of you knew he was pleased with himself to be proving you wrong, showing you how a girl should be treated. Part of you wished he was doing it with intent, showing you how he wanted to treat you.

When the time came for you to give your speech, Steve was standing right beside you, behind the makeshift stage. He held your hands between his own in reassurance.

"Hey, you got this. You've rehearsed it to me back and forth about a hundred times." Steve told you, his lips close to your ear. His thumb was moving softly over the back of your hand.

You huffed, foot tapping the ground to soothe your nerves. "Yeah, but what if my mind goes blank up there? Or I mess up a word and become the party joke?" You glanced up at him with a pleading gaze, begging him to get you out of there and away from the commotion.

Steve pursed his lips in the sweetest smile. With a timid hand, he pushed loose strands of hair behind your ear. "You'll do great, just take a deep breath and focus on me if you want to, I'll be right there."

The tone of his voice sent a pleasant shiver down your back. You closed your eyes, taking the first deep breath of many.

"I know they're gonna love you almost as much as I do."

Your eyes snapped open at his words. You looked up at him in surprise, and by the way his throat bobbled with a gulp, you figured he was surprised too. You almost forgot about your speech, focusing on the pink blush coming to Steve's cheeks.

Words didn't come fast enough for you. One of your teachers dragged you away from him and up onto the stage before you could say something, not that you trusted your voice anyway.

A minute passed and it was time for your speech, you walked to the front of the stage with nervous steps; clutching the microphone to your chest a little too tightly. The school gym felt deafeningly quiet.

Amongst the crowd of faces staring up at you, a familiar one stood out, right at the front, as close as he could get. Your eyes locked with Steve's and you felt ten times calmer. He nodded at you, eyebrows raised and with a small smile, urging you on with the confidence you lacked.

A shaky breath left your lips when it finally dawned on you that you loved him too, much more than you thought you already did.

Your eyes only left him a couple of times during the speech, just enough for it to not be weird. And every time you felt your stomach turning with nerves, you glanced at him and he shot you a comically enthusiastic thumbs up.

It went better than you thought it would. Steve always made it work.

After exchanging pleasantries with your teachers, you made your way through the crowd, molding yourself amongst the bodies of other students as the music started playing loudly to continue the party; the main lights dimmed, the fairy lights across the ceiling doing most of the job on keeping the place illuminated.

Steve met you halfway, his huge smile was insanely contagious as he wrapped you up in a quick hug. "You did amazing! See? I told you it'd be a piece of cake."

You chuckled, burying your head on his shoulder. As you pulled back, you kept him close with your hands clasped on each side of his blazer. Your smile faded slightly, making him frown. "Did you mean it?" You cut right to the point, your voice mixing with the music in the background.

Steve cleared his throat "Uh mean- mean what?" He was stalling, he knew it and you knew it. His hands around your waist fumbled with the fabric of your dress in lingering fear. He could take being rejected by the random girls, but not you.

"Before, you said you loved me." You gulped, pursing your lips before locking your gaze with his. "Did you… Mean that? The way that I think you did?" The way that I hope you did.

"I-" Steve stammered, his lips hovering open as he looked at you as if you held the power of keeping his heart in one piece or not; his eyes big and vulnerable, you saw them glistening. "Would it be too bad if I did?"

Your fingers gripped his blazer tightly. There was no masking the way your face lit up in a mixture of happiness and affection. "No, not bad at all." You breathed out, moving your hands up and behind his neck.

Steve didn't have much time to react as you pulled him down, your lips landing on his, your fingers tangling in his hair. He could feel goosebumps passing through his body. His arms encircling your waist and finally, he thought to himself, finally being able to hold you the way he dreamed of.

The party around you was like a distant noise, tuned out for you when the only thing you felt was the way he was gently kissing you back.

It took him saying the words for you to fully realize both his feelings and your own. But as your nose brushed his, and you felt his smile against your lips; you knew that he had been showing his love to you for a long, long time. And it was time for you to do the same.

You figured the kiss was a good enough start.

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I am OBSESSED with your Obey Me writings. Would it be possible to something where one of the brothers (or others) disguises themselves as someone else in order to sleep with their darling? Imagine if you tried to run away and they're still trying to make you love them so they know they can't just force themself onto you, but at the same time they NEED your body. Maybe it's even a continuous thing, imagine the horror if every new lover you take on turns out to be them. Over and over again you try to run away but end up running right back into their arms. The gaslighting potential is perfect for a yandere who wants the more subtle approach.

ANONN THISSS 💖💖 Also sorry this took so long to finish 😭

A Demon Inside The Church

Yandere Satan x Antro/mythologist reader

Tags: Religious themes, gaslighting, manipulation, minor nsfw depictions, stalking, impersonation, minor character death, deception, body marking, paranoia, attempts at escaping, Mc has a crush on someone, branding pact mark, possessive behavior, isolation.

*This is unedited and long

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You weren't always a superstitious person. In fact, you were a person of science, an atheist. However, you were always fascinated with what stories life had to offer, its history, and, as of recently, its beliefs. Mythos, urban legends, and religions- it had caught your eye when your philosophy professor had mentioned them in his typical lesson. A one-off mention, but you decided to look more into it. For some reason, it had unlocked a childhood memory of when you used to read Greek mythology back in middle school.

As of late, you started going to the church near your university campus. You weren't Christian, and by no means did you believe in an afterlife. But you were curious about Christianity and its beliefs. In the beginning, you weren't fascinated with the repetitive worship music that sounded the same. If anything, you had a hard time staying awake as the singers kept repeating the same words and phrases over and over.

But it was worth staying as the sermons would begin after. Each sermon teaches a new belief, a new lesson, a new verse. You were in awe with how the pastor would passionately preach his words, the things you'd learn about the people in the church.

It made you curious about what it would be like to study and record the cultures, religions, and traditions of people around the world. After all, if just learning and investigating your typical local church from an academic point of view was enjoyable, imagine the possibilities of branching out! Maybe perhaps becoming an anthropologist wouldn't be so bad.

You balanced it out, your school, and then your church. For once, everything felt like it was in place, you had reconnected with your old passion, recognizing faces, making acquaintances. You were truly happy.

Funny enough, you even met this guy who happened to be around the same age as you.

Brown eyes, brown hair. He was an average looking guy, nothing made him stand out. You didn't know his name, or if he went to the same university. But every Monday at exactly 3am, he'd show up and read at the library. It was interesting- he was interesting.

Like the bored nerd you were, you started speculating in your head. Why did he always appear at 3am? Was he perhaps a ghost that would only appear in the witching hours? A vampire that walked amongst the earth when it was dark? A low ranking angel who liked to relax in the church?

Of course these were all just make believe scenarios. You had a tendency to make up backstories or scenarios about recurring people. You weren't much of a talker or socializer, you didn't have a lot of close friends, but for some reason you had a bit of courage to go up to the man and talk to him. Though funny enough, the moment you approached him, he was already smiling at you, patting a chair next to him.

Awkwardly shifting your way towards the brown haired male, not expecting him to even acknowledge you. You sat down, trying to muster up any words. But soon enough, you calmed down as he spoke, his warm eyes comforting you as he let out a chuckle.

"Hey, no need to be nervous! I'm just chilling here"

He pulled out the chair for you, his chin resting on the palm of his head as he had a small grin on his face.

"Nono- uh, I'm not nervous..Just uhhh- sorry I don't know..”

You trailed off, unsure of what to do in the small talk.

"It's fine, no sweat! Anyways It's kinda nice talking to you for once"

"Sorry? Wait, do I know you?"

You let out a chuckle, feeling your cheeks heat up from the embarrassment that began to creep up.

"Well, I mean I dunno? I mean if you're wondering how I know you, I just see you around class here and there"

You perked up, accidentally raising your voice from your excitement, immediately covering your mouth with your hands as you apologized.

"WAIT SO YOU- Oh shit sorry..Wait so you also go to Morninghaven?!"

"Always have~"

The two of you talked for hours. By the time you both parted ways, it was already six in the morning. Little by little the two of you got closer, eventually getting each other's numbers and sitting together during each lecture. Apparently, he just liked going to the library at 3am because of how empty it was.

It was funny how the both of you had so much in common.

Damien was his name. That brown haired geek, Damien. It had been at least 5 months since you've known him, and you hated to admit it, but he was the first close friend you've ever made in a while. He indulged in your hyperfixations, listening to your rambles while he also returned the favor. He was talkative, always sure to give a long answer to something so small. Even if you were to ask him about his favorite color, he would somehow turn the conversation about the meaning and ‘biology’ about colors.

“Why do you do that?”

You suddenly asked him, sipping at your drink as he sat across from you.

“Do what?”

You swayed your legs back and forth, the height of the bar stool keeping your feet from touching the ground. Listening to the jumbled up conversations that warmed the cafe, you stared at Damien. Smiling while feeling flustered, eyebrows perked up, your voice perked up - you let your mind speak as you put your drink down.

“We always talk about something small, and somehow it devolves into a whole essay of a conversation about big things!”

You exclaimed, gesturing your hands, hoping that it would help aid your poor choice of words that you thought you made.

“Oh sorry..My bad…”

“Nono! It’s not bad! I’m just wondering why? I thought it would just bore you..Or that I was boring to talk to..”

You deflated, sinking down to your seat as you sipped your drink. Damien leaned forward out, ready to retaliate.

“What?! What are you saying?”

“..Do you just ramble because I don’t bring much to the conversation..?”

The both of you stayed in silence. You were trying to hold back a laugh as you purse your lips, while Damien had a deadpan smile.

“....Stay still. I’m gonna slap you”

Immediately, Damien began to reach for you from across the bar table, nearly knowing it down as you slapped away at his hands from touching your face. You were laughing hysterically while Damien muttered to you to “stay still damn it!” and “This is what you get for being such a dumb dumb!” while he continued his efforts.

“What! Gahh! Stop!!”

“Fine, fine! But y’know, have you ever thought that maybe I like rambling to you because I want to talk more with you?”

…Being around him was one of your favorite things throughout the day. He was just so warm..So comfortable to be around. He made you feel wanted, something that you haven't felt until you met him.

"Are you an angel?"

His voice pitched from the other side of the call.

"Pfft what?! That's so random! What is this all about?"

You playfully rolled your stomach onto the bed, your feet up in the air while your legs kicked up and down slowly.

"I'm serious. Are you?"

Rolling his eyes, Damien let out a smug smirk.

"I dunno, depends on you"

You'd be lying if you said that you didn't have some sort of attraction towards Damien. Sure, it was a small crush, but you were happy with the friendship you had with him. You didn’t care if he had gotten another partner or if he didn’t share the same feelings. You were just happy being with Damien who liked talking to you.

Though, you were wrong about that. Ironically, after a week of not seeing Damien. He had actually opened up to you about his feelings towards you. Telling you how he needed a break from spending time together, how he had realized he was slowly falling for you - how he didn't want to ruin the friendship between the two of you. He was scared to see you once he realized how strong his feelings were towards you. After that, the two of you started dating. The relationship felt strange at first, but you weren't complaining. Whatever you needed, Damien was there. When you were sad- Damien was there to comfort you. Whenever you walked to class, he was always right by your side.

It's always been like that, even when the two of you were just friends. But didn’t Damien also have friends to hangout with as well? He'd always go out with them every now and then, and you'd be left on your own whims.

But now?

There wasn't a time where Damien wasn't by your side.

Another thing you've noticed about Damien was that his temper sometimes got the best of him. When it came to the smallest of things- an ant crawling on one of his books, when you would hold your bible close to your chest, how you sometimes looked at other people for ‘too long’. He would either scoff or nearly pop a vein on his head.

How possessive he was towards you, always kissing you and holding you close. Sweetly convincing you to come back to bed, to always look at him, that he adores you too much for you to leave so soon. Bad mouthing the acquaintances that would take up your time from him. Jokingly wishing that they would drop dead or fall ill so that you could focus on him more.

The way he was prideful and rough he was whenever the two of you would be alone and intimate. His hands all over you, his teeth nipping at every inch of your skin. Almost as if he was in a hurry to get those marks all over your body. How he’d mutter those words into your ear, repeating it like a prayer while he shoved your face to whatever surface there was. How beautiful you looked to be ‘finally his’. How sharper his nails would feel whenever he grabbed your hips. The way he would rhythmically pump into you repeatedly, always in a trance with the purpose of cumming inside you. Always lovingly belittling you whenever you cried from the overstimulation, out matching your stamina in an inhuman amount.

It was weird how he never let you look at him whenever the two of you were doing those sorts of things..Was he trying to hide something?

"Why do you do that?"

"Do what?"

"How come you never let me see you whenever we do it?"

"...I don't want you seeing something you might not like.."

"Aww.. You know I love every part of you.. "

He hugged you, resting his head against the crook of your neck.

"If only.."

He was controlive over the little things you did.

“Why don’t you wear this? I don’t want people staring at you..”

“You have some time, right? So why don’t you just come with me instead of them?”

“Are you asking me to lock you up in this room? No? Then why are you making it so hard to just listen to me?”

He was always demanding to know where you were and what your plan for the day was. Making sure he had tabs on your daily activities.

Now that you noticed it, Damien was more..Dry. Sophisticated. Calculative. Sure, he would be somewhat expressive, smiling, and softly speaking. But, back then, he was more loud, more..Different. You felt so alienated from him at times. What happened? You couldn’t put your finger on it.

Was Damien always like this?

Damien even stopped going to the church. You found it weird since Damien loved going to church with you. It was the place you first met each other. He loved how you would study the pastor's words, making serious notes about the lessons. Sitting right next to you as he also made notes regarding the philosophy of Christianity. You were a church duo, even though the both of you weren’t religious.

But now..Damien hated it. Often complaining how annoying the pastor was with his scriptures. The thing he onced loved became the thing he despised the most. He was once friendly with the pastor. Now, you only find him staring eye to eye with the pastor, stoic towards his words.

"Be weary of the sweet temptations of the world. For Satan is cunning, speaking with honeyed words, luring you into damnation."

"But folks, we have to remember this. There is no need to fear him! He is dethroned, casted away by god. We must always declare his defeat. That is how we remove the authority of the enemy.”

You swore from the corner of your eye, and you saw Damien grin from that statement - as if it was personal to him. The next day, the pastor fell severely ill, according to his wife. You were worried, of course. You talked with the pastor here and there, and you wanted to at least send some medicine or soup for the poor man. Damien, however, just laughed at your attempts, hugging you as he pushed his face against your chest. Calling you adorable for ‘wanting to bother the old nut’.

You had a dream a few days later. You were in the church library, alone. Everything was distorted, books meshed together like liquid, people’s faces blurred out. But, Damien was there, waiting for you. The sweet angelic Damien you knew from the past, smiling and patting a chair that was next to him.

“I missed you”

Before you could say anything, you woke up. You couldn’t place on why you were feeling the way you were feeling, but you were incapable of holding back the tears from flowing. It was like you were grieving over a dead person. But, really- you were sad over nothing.

You were slowly getting paranoid over the small things that were starting to recur. Whenever you walked outside, there was always an owl there- it’s neck following your movements. The small whispers that you swore you could’ve heard calling out to you. The hands that would wrap around your waist whenever your back was turned. Your bible and church notes trashed or missing. The bite marks that would appear out of nowhere when you would wake up. Your mind pulled into a trance whenever you would stare too long into Damien’s eyes. The dreams..How your memories were vaugely replaced little by little with someone else you’ve never encountered.

The worst part was, your mind accepted it as normal - your body seemed to relax at the thought of it. But it wasn’t normal, you knew that.

You had a slight theory in your head, a terrifying thought that brought you shaking whenever you questioned its validity. Was this even Damien? He was acting so fucking weird ever since he disappeared for that week. Everything was just so odd. Like you were cursed by an unknown force. What if this wasn’t Damien? What if Damien was missing and you were dating some skin walker? When you knew Damien, he felt so warm and comfortable to be around. Now, if anything- it often felt too possessive, lustful- intense when you were with him.

It didn’t help when you found that mark behind your back.

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“Hey..Babe, what is this?”

"Oh that? Yeah, you're weird. I told you going to that party was a bad idea, but you didn't listen. You should've seen my face when you showed me it! Why did you think getting that tattoo was a good idea?"

But it wasn't a tattoo. The more you looked into the strange mark on your back, the more concerned you got. It was green, almost glowing. A demon marking.. A ritualistic mark that bonds you to the demon who claimed you as their own. You've read about this. The mark was equivalent to a proposal, promising an afterlife full of happiness in hell. What party did you even go to?

When did you get this?

"I don't know hun..You just showed up with it"

How the fuck do you get rid of it? Fuck, did you have to get laser surgery?

"Honey, calm down. It's not that bad. It's just a tattoo. Plus, I think it looks wonderful on you"

Nonono, you don't want this. Why was there some fucking satanic pact mark on your body?

"Maybe you should stop reading those books..Or maybe just take a break from the whole demons and angels church thing."

Why was this on your body?

"Honey, you know there’s no harm in it right? I think those books are starting to get into your head.."

Maybe...But still it was fucking creepy! But nonetheless, the constant studying and fixation of demons and hell were starting to tire you out. Maybe, you should focus on your assignments more..

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Time passed and it had been at least a year since you and Damien were dating. You were in your final year until graduation, and surprisingly- things were going smoothly. Though your paranoia worsened. You had tried to remove the mark behind your back, even paid for laser surgery to remove it. Explaining to the dermatologist that it was an accident tattoo. Though when the mark was removed, it appeared the next day- as if it completely healed over the treatment.

The relationship hadn’t changed..Damien was still possessive and greedy for your affection. However, Damien was somewhat back to his old self…Somewhat.

Thinking about the past, the stalking, the mark behind your back- it had brought an old familiar feeling back. The church, you wanted to go back and attend it. To at least say hi, for old times sake. To get some answers- some comfort about your fears. You contemplated on bringing Damien, but ultimately heavily decided against it. So you went at night, opening the doors to be greeted with the warmth you were once familiar with.

You smiled as you saw the pastor on the stage, cleaning up and checking up on the instruments for the worship band.

“Sir! How are you? It’s been so long”

The pastor walked towards you, extending his arms out to you as he smiled.

“It’s been so long! What happened? I thought you moved!”

You chuckled, hugging him close as you embraced him, enjoying how cozy he felt.

“Nono! Of course not! Things just got in the way. But I’m glad you’re still here”

The pastor stepped away, eying you up and down, wanting to say something before holding back as he motioned you to follow him. Walking behind him, you both ended up in the office that was located in the basement of the church.

“Sit, I want to talk to you about something”

He sat down behind the table, rummaging through the wooden desk, looking for something as you sat across him.

“I’m a bit worried for you. You disappeared for a while..Something seems off about you..Is anything bothering you?”

You sat quiet for a bit. Should you mention the mark? You wanted to, but you were scared with the answer that would come out. So you didn’t mention it, but you mentioned the other instances you felt when something was wrong.

“Well..I felt paranoid. Whenever I’m not looking it felt like someone was there, touching and whispering in my ear..There’s always there..Like-”

“An unease? That the room feels a lot heavier?”

“Yeah..Exactly like that..But it’s no longer like that! Sure it’s here and there, but it’s really nothing”

The pastor just stared at you. Biting his lip before handing you two things. Anointing oil, and a bottle of holy water..

"I think you should take these. The anointing oil will help protect whatever room, person, or thing of yours"

You took it, examining the items as he continued speaking to you.

"With the oil, you just take a bit of it on your finger and draw a cross on it. It's best that you say a prayer before it"

You nodded your head, smiling as he continued.

“I plead the blood of Jesus Christ over this room. I pray and demand that any spirits in this room be gone in the name of the lord. That this oil that is anointed with the holy spirit will shield and protect me from Satan.”

"Like that?"

Smiling, he gestured his hands, telling you to hold the items close to you.

"Of course! And with the holy water..Well I'm assuming you've watched a bunch of horror movies haha!"

Thanking the pastor, you eventually made your way back home. Promising that you would keep in touch with him as he ushered you outside the doors. When you finally arrived at your dormitory, you let out a scream as Damien stood in front of you.

“Jesus! Damien! Don’t just stand there!”

“Where were you?”

Oh right, you didn’t tell him..

“I was just out running some errands, walking around, sorry I forgot to tell you..”

You felt more worried about him finding out about going back to the church rather than his concern for you.

“Are you lying?”

You exclaimed as you dropped your bag, patting his shoulder as your lips stretched out to a thin line.

“Damien..I would never lie to you..”

You almost felt guilty for deceiving him, but you didn’t want him to know.

“..Well, let’s go back to bed okay? The bed felt cold without you..So please?”

He pleaded with you, turning off the lights, guiding you to the bed short after as his hands grabbed onto yours.

“Haha, of course.”

“I love you so much..”

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You’ve been thinking about it, using the oil and holy water. When Damien was gone for an hour to do an exam, he needed to pass. You, who were free from all of your work, decided to open the anointing oil. Putting a few drops of the oil on the tip of your finger, you anointed the room. Drawing a cross, as you said a small prayer.

Maybe one or two more would be best? You thought of nothing of it. It was just a gift, something that you wanted to try. Something that would perhaps ease your fear. Nothing would come out of it.

But something did.

Damien had a severe headache and reaction the moment he stepped in your room. Groaning in pain as he nearly fell to the floor. Clutching his head in pain as the ungodly sounds of wheezing came out of his throat. You were terrified as you saw Damien try to get ahold of himself. Whispering to himself while you stood there, frozen.

Adrenaline rushed through your body as a million thoughts went through your head. He was just stressed, right? He just came back from an exam, maybe he's tired. You tried to rationalize your extreme theories to calm yourself down. But even then, a few words had slipped out of your mouth - unconsciously wanting to test out your theory.

"Get behind me Satan."

He knelt as he stared at you in disbelief.

".......What?"

Your voice shook in fear, your eyes furrowing as you stared at your boyfriend.

“You heard me. Who are you?”

Fixing his composure, Damien looked at you concerned. Cautiously approaching you while also keeping a safe distance.

“Honey, what are you talking about? Calm down okay? Take a deep breath, I was just a bit stressed from staying up all night”

You sneered as you were quick to grab the holy water from your cabinet, loosening the cap as you raised your voice.

“Cut the shit. G-God..What did you do to Damien?!”

Tearing up, you shouted as you splashed the holy water at him. Making sure to throw a large amount towards his face.

“Honey what are you talkin- FUCK!”

He sneered in pain, cowering down as he tried to cover himself. Now you were panicking as your theory was confirmed. You had almost felt bad, stupid, delusional even. But now? Your fight or flight senses were triggered.

“W-Why did that hurt you?! HUH?! T-TELL ME!”

You waved the bottle frantically. Your eyes widening as you saw his skin burning in agitation from the water that hit his skin. He tried to excuse himself, to save whatever grace he had. But you weren’t having it. Screaming out scriptures, dousing him in holy water- you had eventually revealed him for what he truly was.

Blonde hair, curled horns protruding out of his head, the sharp tail that moved side to side swiftly. He wasn't human. This wasn't Damien.

“This hurts you! You’re..A demon..In the name of the holy-"

But before you could finish your sentence, your prayer, your last ditch effort to handle the situation, he interrupted you. Rushing towards you he pinned you against the cabinet that you were standing behind. His hands gripping onto the edges of the wood, your body sandwiched in between the hard surface and his chest. With nowhere to escape, you tried screaming- but he was quick to wrap a hand around your throat, threatening to squeeze deathly tight, warning you to keep quiet.

“Are you finished? I could kill you right now and take you with me for all eternity. But I would rather take my time and not hurt you... So just be good for me, okay?”

You nodded your head frantically, trying to speak as your words were whispered. He eyed you, loosening his grip around your neck.

“Why? Why are you doing this? Who are you?”

In awe, his lips softly kissed your cheek, trying to comfort you as you teared up from fear.

“Aww..Love..Well, it’s obvious isn’t it? Satan, that’s who I am. I know this is a lot for you but, I want you to know that I love you. Okay?”

Satan.

Satan?

The demon that replaced Damien, the one who made you breakfast everyday. The one who was jealous whenever you dared speak to anyone. The one you gave your virginity to..?

Satan himself was in love with you? Satan, the prince of darkness, one of the rulers of hell- was here professing his love to you. How long has he been using Damien’s face for? Where was Damien if he was taking his place?

“Where’s Damien then? What did you do to him?”

You asked, your lips shuddering as you thought about him. If he had disappeared, then..

“Don’t worry about him, he's fine. Better than how he was wasting his life away before”

A surge of panic coursed through your body, your hands instinctively shoved Satan away with all of your strength.

“YOU KILLED HIM?!”

Unfazed, he sighed as if you were overreacting. His palms reached out towards you, telling you to calm down from your outburst.

“Now, he wasn’t in any pain. He didn’t even see it coming, so don’t worry about him. Afterall, he became the sweet angel you always thought of him as. So either way, everyone benefits in this situation”

Your jaw clenched as your eyes wavered at the demon who stood in front of you.

“I’m not going to hurt you...I’m not doing this for the sake of destroying your life. In fact- I’m doing it for the sake of making it better! I love you, you don’t understand - I need you. You fascinate me - you're the only human on this earth I deem tolerable!"

"I had to do it, I know it’s hard for you to understand, but Damien was just a nobody in your life. There are lots of people like him out there in the world. So please, just think for a moment."

You recoiled as you felt his sharp nails softly outline the curves of your face. Cringing as you stood there fear, hearing his insane ramblings.

“You’ve read about me. Studied me. Talked about me. You were just as interested in me as I was for you. Don’t you think that's special?”

Bitterly, you spat at his face.

"I want you gone. Out of my life. I will never love you- you'll never have me. Get out."

He looked at you, almost remorseful as you glared at him- only to then smirk and roll his eyes..And with that, he disappeared in a blink of an eye. For a good year, even until graduation- you never saw him again. It was almost as if he never existed.

All the messages, the call histories, everything- they were gone.

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It had been a few years ever since he stopped approaching you, only deciding to watch you from a distance. Hiding in the shadows, lurking in the small corners of your home, he admired you.

It drove him mad when observed your cute little attempts at avoiding him. Always wearing that small cross around your neck, never interacting with anyone outside of the church. Praying everyday on the edge of your bed before you go to sleep, hoping to ward him off forever.

You were such an adorable little sheep. So desperate to keep him away, not knowing it only made him want you more. Every night he watched you, hungrily devouring your body with his eyes, enjoying how meek you've become. He wanted to take you right then and there, surprising you with his presence when he would emerge from the shadows. How would your face look in fear? Would you scream at him? Attempt to perform an exorcism?

Would it be enjoyable watching you break down from the spot? Hearing you whimper when he would corner you. Watching you plead for him to leave you alone. The slow burn of you fearing him, only to reach out to him out of desperation when he's hovering over you.

You're starved aren't you? Lonely, and starved for an ounce of emotional attention. You haven't been talking to a lot of people lately, even when you're in the illusion of safety when you're in the church. He felt so bad for you, yet so eager for you. All vulnerable and alone..You're still sad about that human boy weren't you?

That's okay.

There was nothing a new face couldn't fix.

Sooner or later, he'll have you forget about him. He'll have you wrapped up around his finger. You'll live your perfect minuscule human life with him until death do you part- temporarily. After all, heaven wouldn't allow an angel with the mark of the beast into their pearly gates, would they?

A new face, a new name. He would meet you again at the church. Charming you with his words, coaxing you with his sweet voice that was hard to resist. Making you smile again, hearing that angelic laugh of yours, feeling your warmth when you cuddled underneath him.

He missed how good it felt to be with you. He loved every bit of it. How it gave him an excuse to act out on his pent up urges towards you. To have your legs so nicely wrapped around his torso, drowning in pure lust from those sweet sounds you'd make. To finally have your body all to himself.

It wouldn't last for long though.. You were smart- too smart. You always somehow found out a way to identify him through the smallest of ways. Through the subtle gestures he'd make, the appearance he decided to appear as, or even from saying an old ancient spell against him just to see his reaction. You even went as far as spraying him with holy water like some sort of cat at one point.

How intentive!

That's why he loved you. You were so intelligent, brighter than most. That's why he didn't mind doing it over and over again. Like a game of cat and mouse. You'd gain a sense of security, feeling confident that the man right next to you wasn't him- only for it to break again when you came to terms with the truth.

He didn't mind. It was exciting watching you ponder about him. It was special what the both of you had together. Seeing your face contort in pure anguish and rage when you realized that the person you had slept with, the one you had trusted your whole heart with, was only him the entire time. How you would beg, even try to bribe him with intimacy and sex- just for him to leave you alone. Pleading him to stop impersonating people and potential partners.

"But this is fun darling. Watching you break down every time~"

"I can't just give it all up for something I can do whenever we're together"

"There's really no issue here, you're the only one who's making it a problem"

"Running away, panicking for no reason…You already know I won't hurt you. I just want to love you."

"So really, when will you stop?"

No matter how much you run, he'll always have you in his arms. Even in death, you won't ever be able to escape him.

How long will it take for you to crumble and accept him? When will you stop running away from him? Time and time again, you would run away- only to come crawling back to him.

So why don't you just accept the inevitable?

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svngiem-remade · 9 months

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WHOLE ONCE MORE | scb

🧸 pairing. boyfriend!seo changbin + gn!reader

synopsis. just a short drabble in which you and your boyfriend decide to spend his birthday at his beach house after weeks apart from eachother.

🌙 wc. 1k | au. established relationship, fluff.

Between promotions, music shows, interviews, dance and vocal practices, producing and writing music, and recording most of the songs for their next album, Changbin rarely got the chance to see you these past weeks—let alone spend some nice, relaxing quality time together.

So, when on a random Monday night he barged into your apartment unannounced, and quite literally pounced on your half asleep figure on the couch with the biggest smile you’d seen him sport in a while as he told you that, as soon as his birthday live was over, he could take the rest of the day and the next one off of work, you squealed in excitement, hugging him tighter while suggesting date ideas, one after the other.

He chuckled at your enthusiasm, heart swelling in absolute adoration when he noticed the spark of joy in your eyes as you spoke—and all he hoped for was for it to only grow bigger and brighter once you heard his proposition. Changbin cleared his throat just as you finished speaking, his fingers lacing with yours before starting to stroke the back of your hand with his thumb. Then, he looked up at you, “They all sound great, but… how about we spend those days at my beach house? You know, just you and me? We could grill some meat and veggies, drink something tasty and go for a dip whenever we feel like it.”

And needless to say, you’d never agreed to something that quickly before.

𔓘

Everyone could tell just how elated Changbin was to finally have a few days of rest—with you, nonetheless—so none of the staff were surprised when he curtly bid everyone goodbye after ending his birthday live, doing the same in the SKZ group chat, before running to the underground parking of his agency and hopping into your car.

“Hi.” you smiled widely, turning to squish his cheeks to press a long peck on his pink lips—oh, how you missed the sweet smell of his cologne, how you missed the way he always smiled into your kisses, how you missed how soft his lips felt against yours. The past three weeks without him hanging around your apartment, meeting up for lunch dates, or even for a brief coffee felt like an agonizing eternity for the both of you, so the giddines you felt when you finally saw his smiley face approaching your car, his heavenly voice whispering your name with such gentleness as soon as your lips met was so great you could swear your heart was on the brink of bursting. “Happy Birthday~” you sang, placing a butterfly kiss on his nose.

He giggled as a faint blush dusted his cheeks. “Thanks.” he mumbled, shily hiding his face in the crook of your neck, making you bite your bottom lip at how utterly adorable he was. You truly couldn’t wait to spend time with him, in your own little bubble, for two days straight—and neither could he.

So hours later, there you were—all of your things settled into the small beach house right by the ocean, lounging on the two person lounge chair with Changbin glued to your side, swimsuits on and drinks on the side table. Still sleepy from the nap the both of you took as soon as you arrived, a comfortable silence filled the air as the sun slowly rose—with you reading the final page of your favorite book, and your boyfriend with his head on your chest, his arm draped on your middle as light snores reverberated on your torso, finally enjoying some well-deserved sleep. (You also secretly took some pictures of him—he looked way too adorable for you not to.)

“S’ comfy.” Changbin groaned as soon as you tried moving from your spot to place your finished book on the nearby sidetable, his hand squeezing your side and forcefully keeping you from moving even an inch—he even took it to the next level by throwing a leg over your hip.

You let out an annoyed whine, the hand playing with his soft curls lightly tugging at his scalp, “I just wanted to put my book away and get my drink though—”

Without a word, but with a loud huff, he took the book from your hands and stretched his arm to place it on the table, exchanging it for the bubbly and colorful drink he’d made earlier as you got changed into your swimwear. However, as he handed it to you, your thirst for that drink was long forgotten, since all your mind could think about was how his tensed forearm and big bicep were right in front of your eyes a few seconds ago. Your pupils moved back down to watch as he got back into his previous position, his buff, defined arm once more around your waist.

“Like what you see?” he tiredly whispered, tilting his head back to admire your reaction as he now purposely flexed his muscles. Your face heated up when you realized you’d been caught, but still, your eyes couldn’t seem to be able to leave the little show he’d put on for your eyes only.

He grinned when you lightly slapped his arm in fake annoyance. “Tch— Showoff.”

“Why? Don’t you like it when I do this?” he teased with a fake pout, sitting up to do his usual flexing poses, tiredness now completely out of his system, to which you just rolled your eyes, pulled down your shades and sipped on the fruity cocktail, trying to stifle a laugh at how corny he was being. Not that you minded; it was one of his many charms after all.

But as your usual back and forth, held back laughs and lingering touches happened, the last thing you expected Changbin to do was to suddenly get up from the lounge chair, steal your glass from your hands to put it on the table and pull you up in a sitting position, only for him to pick you up and throw you over his shoulder. All you could do was gasp.

“Oh my— Bin! Put me down!” you protested as you held onto his back, shrieking when his hand gave your buttcheek a sharp slap to shut you up.

“Let’s enjoy the ocean now, shall we?” he said, right before running towards the immense body of water with a giggling you on his shoulder.

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Re: CBC Sailor Senshi 20th Anniversary Alumni Reunion (セーラー戦士 20年目の同窓会)

Monday December 25th 11:10pm - 11:40pm JST

Here's the translated announcements from the Senshi cast:

Ayaka:

I have an announcement for you all 📢 Surprise!! The Sailor Senshi are coming together💚💙🩷❤️🧡 Monday, December 25 11:10 p.m. - 11:40 p.m. CBC 【Sailor Senshi 20th Anniversary Alumni Reunion】 It'll be Christmas night🎄 While we Senshi often come together in private, this we be the first time seeing us all coming together on TV in 20 years. ☝️✨ This is for all of you who have always supported us. This is a Christmas present to all of you 🥹🎁 Never thought this day would come… 🥹✨ So much has happened since I met them 20 years ago and every year I feel our bond getting stronger and stronger. The filming process with everyone was truly a happy and blissful time🥰 It is thanks to everyone who had have always supported us that we were able to have such a wonderful opportunity like this 20 years later 🙇‍♀️ And to everyone involved in the planning of this event. Thank you so much 🙇‍♀️ Maybe you can see what we are usually like on the show?! (lol) We hope you enjoy the broadcast We'd be happy to know you did ☺️ 💚💙🩷❤️🧡

Miyuu:

The Sailor Senshi are getting together on Christmas Eve 💚💙🩷❤️🧡 It was truly a blissful, dream-like time ✨ Please watch and support us🌙

Mew:

Sailor Senshi 20th Anniversary Alumni Reunion🌙 To celebrate the 20th anniversary of the live-action "Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon" a special program will be broadcast! CBC TV "Sailor Senshi 20th Anniversary Alumni Reunion". Monday, December 25, 23:10-23:40 Let's have fun with the Senshi on Xmas night🎄!

Keiko:

CBC's special program "Sailor Senshi 20th Anniversary Alumni Reunion" will air on the 25th of this month at 11:10pm JST✨ It's the first time the 5 of us have worked together since the show aired. It was so much fun ☺️ Please watch it!

THIS IS LIKE THE BEST CHRISTMAS PRESENT EVER TO OUR LIVE-ACTION FAN COMMUNITY!!!!!

#pretty guardian sailor moon #pgsm #sailor moon live action #kitagawa keiko #sawai miyuu #komatsu ayaka #izumi rika #azama mew #pgsm cast #pgsm cast reunion #khmyh translates #translated content #sailor senshi 20th anniversary alumni reunion #pgsm 20th anniversary #senshi reunion

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darklydeliciousdesires · 13 days

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Nobody's Girl - Chapter Seven.

Happy Monday to you all, besties! Huge thanks as ever for your support and lovely comments. Welcome new readers to the story, too! :)

Previous chapters - One Two Three Four Five Six

Taglist - In the comments, please DM to be added/removed

Words - 3,905

Warnings - Adult content throughout, minors DNI!

Spring in New York. After months of cold and snow, it was a welcome change for all. It did, however, carry with it a certain shadow. The shadow in question? Filomena Changretta, who would be bringing Luca’s kids over for the first time to Brooklyn rather than him going to them since he and Emily had become an item. He thought it was time his children met the new woman in his life, and by extension, that meant their mother meeting her as well when she dropped them off.

“She’s going to hate me, isn’t she?” Emily asked, lying in bed with her man a few hours prior to their arrival, Luca only having returned to her four hours ago from attending wiseguy related endeavours.

He drew his lips in tightly, eyebrows raised as he hummed. “Yeah, pretty much. Not that I care, but yeah. She will.” Her eyebrows pulled together a little more, eyes rounding slightly. “That don’t mean you gotta worry about it either though, doll. Just expect she ain’t gonna take to ya.”

“You look like you want to say more.”

He glanced up to the ceiling, sighing. “She’ll likely meddle, tellin’ you of my many misdeeds towards her. It ain’t enough for the broad to have divorced me, taken my house and a massive chunk of my cash. She don’t wanna see me happy with nobody else either.”

Shaking her head in puzzlement, she continued idly stroking the centre of his chest. “I don’t understand why, though. You two have been broken up for, what is it, a year this month?”

“It is,” he confirmed, again staring at the ceiling.

Reaching for his jaw, she turned his head, forcing him to look at her. “So why?”

His forehead creased, shutting his eyes for a moment. “I shouldda told you this months ago, the exact reason why I wasn’t the best husband to Filomena.” Taking a breath, he had to hope she’d still look at him as adoringly after she knew of his indiscretions during his marriage. “I cheated on her. More than once.”

“How many times?” she asked.

“A few,” he uncomfortably revealed.

Her heart sank to hear his admission, her face falling a little bit, swallowing hard. “I appreciate you being honest and telling me that, but I need to know, have you...”

“Shhh, don’t even speak it,” he cut in with, turning to hold her face in his hands, kissing her lips. “No, I haven’t. You and you alone is all I want, cara mia.”

“Am I, though?” she asked, shaking her head with the uncertainty she suddenly felt. If he’d strayed from the woman he’d been betrothed to, the one who had given him his children, too, no less, then what chance did she stand? “How do you know that you won’t?”

He sighed again, thumbs circling her cheeks in loving caress. “I know. Trust me, EJ. I know ‘cuz you’re everythin’ I didn’t know I wanted, and everythin’ I’ve come to realise I needed. I ain’t ever strayed from you, and I don’t plan on doing so either.” He rested his forehead to hers, continuing. “You ain’t nobody’s girl any longer. You’re mine, but more so, I’m fuckin’ all yours, baby.”

Truly, he’d given her no reason at all to not believe him, and she had to give him credit, too. He knew that his confession could maybe alter her opinion of him, and he’d revealed it anyway. Filomena could easily have used the information as a spite tactic, and he could have lied his way out of it. Who would call him into question if he did? Most people were terrified of him.

Nobody would have negated the truth Luca wanted to portray, but what he’d given her was honesty, no matter how ugly. She couldn’t discount him for that. Covering his hands with hers, she leaned to his mouth, kissing him softly. “That was a big gamble, telling me the truth. I see that. It’s just... my history of trusting the wrong people.”

He nodded, kissing her again. “And I ain’t sayin’ I’m perfect, far fuckin’ from it. You’re gonna have a lot to deal with, being with a guy like me, but me straying is the least of your worries. Trust me on that.”

They lay in a happy tangle of limbs a while longer before getting up, Luca heading to soak in the bath, Emily finding herself almost pulled in with him after she brought him a mug of coffee, fending him off.

“No, stop!” she giggled, batting his hands away. “I have eggs cooking out there!”

“Then don’t be comin’ in here with those damned legs and getting my pulse all jacked up, then!” he spoke, grasping her thigh, Emily pulling his hand away to give him a stern look.

“Well, the very concept of me being able to walk in means the legs have to come with me,” she teased, leaning to kiss him. “I can’t just disassemble myself like a mannequin and shuffle in here.”

He snorted, taking a sip of a coffee. “You’d leave one helluva snail trail behind if ya did.”

She closed her eyes, resting her hand to her forehead, hearing his chuckle rumbling. “You’re filthy.”

“But you love me.” he called as she exited, still grinning. After he’d dried off and dressed, they sat and ate before continuing packing, the very point of the children getting dropped off with him being so that he could take them up to his house in the Catskills, a nanny, housekeeper and chef also on his payroll (but who stayed in residence with Filomena) going along, too. Angelo and his wife Greta, as well as their two boys would also be up there as well, Emily wondering how big the house was, exactly, to sleep that many people.

“Hold on, gotta picture of it somewhere,” Luca said after she’d voiced that thought, going into the phone table drawer and shuffling around. “Here.”

Her eyes almost fell from her skull. “Honey, that isn’t a house. It’s a mansion!”

He looked completely nonplussed. “Yeah, and?”

“it’s just the way you spoke about it. You made it sound like a quaint little place upstate, not a sprawling estate!”

He shrugged, taking the photo back. “A place can be both spacious and quaint.” He then beamed a huge grin, chewing on his toothpick. “And just you wait ‘til you see the size of the bed I’m gonna bounce that pretty lil’ ass all over.”

A beautiful mansion, and great company to enjoy it with. She had become friends with Greta, Angelo’s wife over the last few months, the women looking forward to having some relaxing time together away from the madness of their daily lives while their men were off hunting. Mostly, though, it was spending time with Luca outside of the city that she was most looking forward to.

It was a shame that just over two hours later, she’d learn of a spanner being thrown into the works.

Waiting down in the near empty (save Maggie and the maintenance guy) speakeasy, she watched the black town car containing his children pull up, the kids alighting with their mother. His eldest boy was through the door first, Luca grabbing his head and kissing his mop of black hair.

“How’s my son?”

“Not too shabby, pop,” Guiseppe replied, turning to look at Emily. “Woah, check out those stems. What a Sheba, huh dad?”

Immediately, he found himself clipped sharply around the head by his father. “Less of your lip, boy. And put your eyes back in your goddamned head.” He might have acted in reprimand, but Emily noticed how hard Luca was trying not to look entertained. He’d been much the same at twelve.

The boy rubbed his head, his brows knitting. “Sorry, I was just saying.”

“Say less,” Luca warned, opening his arms as his daughter hurried through the door to him.

“Daddy!” Milania cried, grasping him tightly.

“Mio piccolo amore,” he spoke fondly, kissing her head. “You miss me?”

“Always,” she replied, basking in the adoration of her beloved father, her face not so warm as she turned to Emily. “Who’s she?”

“Hey, enough with the sass. This is Emily, my girlfriend.”

The word fell from his lips just as the adversary walked in, placing Alessio down, the little boy running to be lifted into his father’s arms. “This is your girlfriend?” Immediately, the girlfriend herself felt her insides prickle with discomfort.

“Hello to you too, Filomena,” he muttered with sarcasm.

Her mouth fell open, looking Emily up and down several times. “For the love of the virgin Mary, Luca! How old is she, like eighteen or somethin’?”

“Twenty-three,” he corrected, his jaw beginning to tighten, handing Alessio to Emily when the child began to struggle in her direction.

“Hey, little guy!” she cooed, trying to inject a little lightness, the tension rapidly thickening between her man and his ex. Also, for the sake of her nerves. She truly wanted no part of any conflict between Luca and his ex. “Oh, goodness, aren’t you cute! You look just like your daddy, don’t you?”

“I do!” he announced through a gummy grin, beginning to fiddle with her necklace. “You smell like flowers.”

“Oh god, she’s a child, still!” Filomena exclaimed, her voice filling the space shrilly. Emily couldn’t even look at her, so kept her eyes on the little boy in her arms as he chattered to her, feeling supported by her man touching a supportive hand to her back for a second.

Luca rolled his eyes at Filomena’s observation, beginning to gesture with his hands. He always did when he was becoming agitated. “Don’t start this right in front of ‘em,” he warned. “She ain’t a kid, I know exactly what you’re doin’, Fil. She couldda been thirty-three and you’d still take issue.”

“Hey kids! The soda place up the block will be open now, how about Emily and me take you guys up there, huh? Come on, let’s go!” A rapidly moving Maggie spoke as she approached, Emily breathing a sigh of relief to be saved like that. Also, she was of the same opinion, that the children really didn’t need to witness their parents about to verbally tear one another to shreds.

“I’ll see you in a little while,” she spoke, Luca nodding as he leaned to kiss her quickly.

“Thank you, mi amore.” he spoke, nodding with gratitude at Maggie as well as she herded the two biggest of the brood out, little Alessio very content to be carried.

Filomena at least waited a beat until they were all out the door before her head swivelled around again, fixing Luca with a snarl as she scoffed. “Mi amore? You can’t be serious about that kid.”

“Wouldn’t be havin’ her meet my children if I wasn’t. You need to fuckin’ knock it off, too, callin’ her a kid when she ain’t.”

She scoffed again, shaking her head. “She’s twenty years younger than you!”

And therein was the problem. “Yeah, and don’t that just chap your ass, huh, Fil? Jealousy ain’t ever looked good on ya.”

He had her there, his ex-wife chewing her cheek in fury at the slowly delivered, condescending drawl, incensed over the fact that the first woman he’d gotten serious about after her turned out to be fifteen years her junior. And a knockout. Still, she had an ace up her sleeve left to play. “Well, I suppose I’ll get to know all about her over the weekend. You don’t gotta nanny, Sylvie is sick with a cough so it’s gotta be me lookin’ after ‘em.”

What?

“No way,” he warned, pointing at her sternly, “ain’t no place for you up there with your meddling. Forget it.”

“Can’t,” she spoke, her mouth twisting into a sinister grin, “Alessio has an ear infection, needs his drops puttin’ in every four hours. Are you really tellin’ me you’re gonna be available for that, every four hours, for the next three days?”

“I’m his fuckin’ father. Of course, I will,” he hissed, looking at her with fury.

She laughed, and it set his fists to clenched, flexing his hands as he began to pace before her. “You ain’t gonna be around! You’ll be off hunting in the day with Angelo, and riding your new filly all damned night! No, I’m not chancing that it spreads to his throat and eyes, too. I’m comin’, and that’s the last of it. You know how he don’t like being away from his mommy when he’s sick.”

His gaze cast up to the ceiling, taking a long, deep breath. He hated that she had a point. She wanted his temper to blaze, though, for him to yell, to lose control of his emotions. It was what she thrived upon. So simply, he didn’t let her have the win. “Fine, come along if you must, just stay outta my way. Choose a bedroom as far away from mine as you can get, though, ‘cuz yeah, you’re right. I will be, and I’d hate for us to keep you up.”

His laughed rolled like thunder at the look on her face, leaning in close. “Yeah, bet there’s still one part of me that you miss, huh?” Sauntering out with his usual cocksure swagger, he left her standing there stewing in contempt, telling the security guys to load up their belongings into the car. Heading down the street, he didn’t much relish having to tell Emily that their long weekend would be plus an unwanted guest, entering the soda shop and beckoning her with a backward jerk of his head.

“You don’t look happy, handsome,” she spoke carefully upon exiting the shop, wondering just how intense the fight he and Filomena had likely gotten into had become.

His mouth twitched in grimace, pulling his toothpick out. “Yeah, I ain’t got the best news to deliver. She’s comin’ with us.”

Her face dropped in an instant. “She’s what?”

“Alessio is sick, got somethin’ up with his ears, gotta have drops put in every four hours, yadda, yadda. She don’t trust me to fuckin’ look after the kid, the nanny is sick as well, so she’s insisting on inflicting herself.” He paused, resting his hands to her shoulders. “She ain’t gonna ruin anything though, doll. Promise. She knows to keep outta my way, yours too by extension.”

Her lips thinned, Emily really not happy about having to share her weekend with a woman who hadn’t even bothered speaking directly to her, not even introducing herself before going right on in after her guy regarding their age gap. “Alright. Really, it isn’t, but alright.”

Leaning to her level, he kissed her forehead. “I know, baby. I know. You just gotta pretend she ain’t there. If she comes out with any of her poison, walk away, alright?”

She set her face straight with a nod, widening her smile. “I will. Come on, let’s hurry the kids and then get up there.”

Truly, she’d thought that the toughest thing about that weekend would be how to begin bonding with a fourteen-year-old girl, and two boys of twelve and six. Now there was an ex-wife thrown into the mix, too. A spiteful one.

A near three-and-a-half-hour drive later and they’d arrived, Angelo and Greta already there, the latter looking perplexed as she alighted the front steps of the mansion, holding her arms wide towards Emily.

“What the good god is the viper doing here, dolly?” she asked with concern, kissing her cheek while watching Filomena and the children exit the second car.

“I’ll tell you in a sec, please tell me there’s alcohol here?”

“Only gin and whiskey, as well as the wine in the cellar.”

Grabbing her hand, she nodded vigorously. “Yeah, that’ll do.”

“All of it?” Greta snorted, the women climbing the steps while the guys handled the baggage.

“Twice over.”

She winced with a little hiss, taking her through the house back to the rear porch, where she’d been enjoying cigarettes and gin rickey’s in the sun. Walking through the house, Emily’s jaw was on the floor, her head turning left and right to take in as much as possible. To say it was decadent would have been an understatement. Luca had definitely downplayed it thus far. Speaking of Luca...

“Doll, I’m gonna go spend some time with the kids, take ‘em down to the lake, alright? You okay with Greta?”

“Of course, she’s fine with me. Go, you get outta here and be with your brood,” the woman herself grinned as Luca greeted her with a cheek kiss.

“Show her around and all that. See you later.” He winked, departing, his shoulders drawn up. He hadn’t seemed so tense on the way up, but now the reality was setting in, having to be under the same roof as the woman he loathed, she saw clearly it had begun to gnaw at him.

Emily turned to her, her face pensive. “He wasn’t so bad, driving up. Now? I can see his irritation rising.”

Greta sighed, ushering her through the final large room to the back door, a huge glass construction between two frames of filigree wrought iron. “Yeah, he had the twitching jaw thing happening, I noticed. Yeesh.” Sitting her down at the table, she poured out a drink, adding an extra slug of neat gin from her little hip flask for good measure. “So, what’s the story?”

Taking her cigarette case out, Emily offered one across the table, the woman lighting up before Greta was filled in on what had gone down back in Brooklyn. The elder of the women balked, snorting once her young friend had finished. “So, what are we, chopped liver? We couldn’t have handled looking after the kid?”

“Exactly! Mind you, I doubt Luca would have even suggested it out of respect for me. He even said as much before Filomena dropped herself on us, said the kids would be with the nanny when they weren’t with him, and he didn’t expect me to lift a finger.”

Greta’s eyebrows rose. “That’s progressive of him.”

“Eh,” she sniffed, “I think he was probably more worried I wouldn’t blow him if he’d offered my services as substitute mother without at least asking me first.”

Her words roused laughter, the immaculate brunette lifting her glass to her pristine red lips. “Oh, my good god, I love the fact you’re coming outta your shell more, being in our world. You’re still a polite little sweetheart who wouldn’t say boo to a goose, but still, you’d have never come out with such a statement back when we first met. Shows confidence.”

“I have to be,” she exclaimed, taking a drag on her cigarette. “Being Luca’s girl, I can’t sit there blushing and shrinking from everything or I’d never survive! That includes being able to say out loud with every confidence, and like the lady I am, that my man knows not to jeopardise the luxury of being able to put his dick in my mouth.”

Greta was in soft fits, clapping her friend’s little display of wry comedy. “You make me laugh, dolly. Oh, you do!”

“If I don’t laugh right now, having the ex-wife shadow looming, I’ll cry. Believe me.”

Raising her glass, she beamed. “Then to laughter!” Sipping her drink, she watched as Emily made a thoughtful face, biting the corner of her lip as she looked out over the sprawling grounds towards the lake.

“I wonder if Filomena likes to play blackjack?”

“Oh, you’re too much!” Of course, Greta knew well Emily’s talent with card counting.

Winking, her eyes went back to the lake, just about able to pick out Luca and the kids walking the shoreline, except for Alessio, who was perched atop his father’s shoulders. “I like to think I’m just enough. So, you called her a viper when we arrived. Was that out of loyalty to Luca, or did she ever do something to irritate you?”

“Honestly? The gal has every right to be hostile toward her ex, given the circumstances... which I probably shouldn’t say too much more on,” she began, Emily waving her hand casually.

“You’re alright, I know about the other women.”

Greta swiftly lifted her sunglasses, gaping a little. “He told you?”

“Yes, he did,” she replied, reaching to the fruit bowl and tearing a small handful of grapes away.

Her friend was mildly stunned, and made no effort to hide that. “Wow. Didn’t see that coming. Anyhoo, like I said, can’t blame her. Well, in the here and now I can because she needs to be making nice for the children, but instead she’s toying with him, as usual.

“But I digress. I actually used to get on pretty well with her, but after they broke up she called me up and gave me hell, assuming I knew all about his infidelity. I didn’t know shit! Ain’t like he was gonna advertise it to me. I mean, some guys in their world, they have the wife and then they have the gooma, the side piece, but as far as I can gauge, Luca just fucked around at random. No regular side chick to speak of.”

“He preferred whores, professionals at sex, women who knew what they were doin’ with a dick and whose silence he could easily buy.”

Turning, they both watched Filomena approach, her chin lifted as she walked slowly over to the table, a smug smile tilting her lips. “That don’t mean those are the only dames he went for, though. If he saw a gal at the speakeasy who he liked the look of, he’d just make his move. I heard that from the women themselves. Even if they were with his own guys, if he wanted to fuck ‘em, he did.”

Emily felt a cold wave wash over her, to know the man she loved so much had been that sexually reckless, especially with women so close to the guys who worked for him. She tried to remember what that very man had told her just hours before, though, about Filomena and her meddling. “Hmm,” she hummed, clearly entertained by Emily’s pinking cheeks. “Didn’t know that much, did ya?”

She could feel her throat tightening, swallowing hard as she looked up at the scorned woman, who’s commentary continued. “I asked him once, you know, how many women he’d bedded behind my back. He said he lost count when he hit triple digits. He was a fuckin’ prolific man whore, my ex-husband. And you look at him like the sun shines outta his ass, you poor gal. He’ll get bored of ya, eventually. Don't think the same won’t happen to you once you’ve knocked out a couple of his kids. Probably before then, if he ain’t already.”

“Fil, come on, hon. Enough now, yeesh. You don’t gotta drag Emily into this.” Greta advised, rubbing her head with her hand, her eyes finding her friend in support, and what Emily couldn’t bear to see. Sympathy. Because she couldn’t hide the fact that the former Mrs. Changretta wasn’t lying.

Luca had told her that his ex would do this, but what he hadn’t mentioned was that her poison would be nothing but the truth, Emily getting up and swiftly exiting the situation with tears pooling her eyes.

Exactly what Filomena had wanted. After all; hurt people, hurt people.

#luca changretta fanfiction #luca changretta smut #luca changretta x ofc #peaky blinders fanfiction #luca changretta fanfic #luca changretta fic #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders smut #peaky blinders fic #nobody's girl #luca and emily #luca changretta

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focus on me | l.r.h

part eight

part seven here

tutorluke! x fem!reader

a/n: { part 9 plot twist coming soon...}

cw: tutor x student, angst

not proofread

Monday

The hum of an air conditioning unit mixed with sporadic clicks of my professor's keyboard filled my dull classroom on a particularly gray morning. The weekend flew by, my overthinking and dissociation eating the time away.

"I'll see you on Monday."

The message flashed repeatedly in my mind for the past fourty-eight hours, trying to dissect the tone and intent. I rested my elbow on the desk beneath me, leaning my cheek into my hand. I absentmindedly tugged at loose threads on my hoodie sleeve, my eyes stuck in a daze on the blank white board in front of me. I wondered if Luke was actually going to show up, if I should just leave after class despite his assurance that we would see each other. My teeth met my bottom lip, I chewed anxiously as I questioned if I even wanted to face him, my nerves turning into insecurity.

I didn't want to imagine the stupidity and embarrassment I would feel if I stayed after class waiting for Luke, for him to end up not showing. My pen tapped the desk quickly, my hands finding anything to fidget with. My eyes darted to the clock, noting the ten minutes left of class and began to feel uneasy. My stomach was in a knot, no matter how much I tried to convince myself I was being dramatic, I couldn't help but panic.

Everything will be fine. He's a man, with a life. You have yourself sick over nothing. You're being ridiculous. This is stupid. He's not mad at you. Everything is okay.

I reassured myself frantically in my head, taking balanced breaths as the end of class drew closer.

I jumped slightly in my seat, the brief dismissal bell catching me by surprise, despite my eyes being glued to the clock. My classmates made their way to the door, ignoring my professors thrown in final words as they cramped the walkway. My thumb being chewed by my anxious teeth, unaware of my approaching teacher.

"Happy Monday." He grinned warmly, placing a brown leather satchel over his shoulder. I smiled softly at his friendly manor, nodding slightly at his greeting.

"Right." I muttered, returning the smile as he made his way out of the classroom, leaving me to myself. I glanced behind me at the door, peering out the small window in the middle of it, trying to get a peek at any approaching people. A heavy sigh left my lips, turning around and slumping in my chair with frustration. I shot a look to the clock. 11:02.

"If you're not here in eight minutes, I'm leaving." I muttered to myself quietly, crossing my arms tightly against my chest.

As if he heard me, the door latch behind me clicked abruptly, opening gently. I sighed deeply, keeping my eyes in front of me as I listened to the nearing footsteps on my left side.

From my peripheral, I watched Luke's careful frame pull a chair from the desk adjacent to me, turning it around and straddling it. His arms crossed on the back of the chair, only a few inches from my seat.

My eyes darted to the side, meeting his stern look briefly before returning them to my bare desk in front of me.

"Good morning." He spoke deeply, the silence in the room mixed with his low tone intimidated me more than I had anticipated

"It's not morning." I blurted out softly in a stutter, my obvious nerves making me sound like a fool. Luke chuckled through his nose, looking down at his hands crossed before him.

"What's the matter?" He hesitated before speaking, though his tone was genuine. I glanced at him, his expression softened. My eyebrows furrowed slightly, a part of me in disbelief that he truly wouldn't know why I was tense with him.

"I don't know..." I shrugged, "I guess I felt like you were avoiding me." I shook my head as I spoke, listening to how ridiculous I sounded speaking my paranoid thoughts out loud. Luke sighed deeply, his eyes leaving mine.

"I didn't mean to." He began, adjusting himself in his seat. My face twisted slightly at his choice of words, though I stayed quiet as he continued to explain, "I don't think you could understand my reasoning for any of this." He brought his thumb and index finger to the corners of his eyes, scrunching his face with frustration. I shook my head, uncrossing my arms slowly.

"What does that even mean?" I scoffed. Luke sat up in his seat, placing a hand on the desk in front of me.

"It's just... My problems. About this." He motioned with his hands at the two of us, "They're too big for you." My confusion on grew the more he spoke, though I could only infer that he was calling me too immature or unintelligent for his thoughts on our situation.

"I'm not an idiot, Luke." I turned to face him, looking at him sternly.

"Y/n, that's not what I mean, you know that." He shook his head with purpose, his face still scrunched with stress.

"I don't, though. I don't know what you're trying to say." I exclaimed at a quiet shout, tossing my hands up with frustration. Luke wiped an anxious hand over his face, letting out a deep sigh.

"You." He leaned an elbow on the desk, his pointer finger centimeters from my face. His words warm against my skin, "You're not good for me." He spoke deeply. I made a face of confusion. I was beginning to get deja vu.

"Luke, we talked about this already." I watched his expression closely as he spoke.

"No." He interrupted me, "I need you... More than this." He motioned with hands to the room surrounding us, "This, meeting only in secret and during sessions thing isn't working for me. I need you. All of you. All the time." He rambled.

"...What are you saying?" I spoke carefully, tilting my head. Luke's eyes met mine.

"I'm going to end up having to choose between you, or my job." He breathed. I slowly began to understand his words, realizing we were on the same page about our feelings towards each other. I agreed, I didn't want to just see Luke in private. I wanted to go out with him, be public with him, show him to my friends. I needed him. However, I knew he would choose his career over a crush.

"I'm sorry." Was all I could muster. My frustrated eyes shot down to my hands in my lap, I began to feel choked up with frustration and anxiety. Luke frantically scooted closer, placing a hand on my knee.

"Hey." He soothed, "This isn't your fault. It's mine. I was unprofessional." He murmured.

"Why is it wrong?" I argued, "I'm not some stupid kid. I know what I'm doing. Who cares if you're a tutor. Why is this wrong?" I ranted angrily. I believed every word I said, I felt that it was unfair that two consenting adults couldn't form their own relationship, due to one of them working at the school the other attended.

"They can't bend the rules for just us." Luke sighed. The silence was deafening. The two of us sat tense, gathering our thoughts.

"I don't know what to do, Y/n." Luke spoke pathetically, his tone desperate. He looked uo at me through his lashes with obvious disappointment. I hesitated speaking my mind, biting my lip before my words escaped before I could think.

"What if I drop out..?" I spoke quietly, avoiding eye contact with the man beside me. Luke craned his neck forward, leaning in closer.

"What?" He asked in disbelief, praying he misheard me. I swallowed the lump in my throat with a sigh.

"If I don't go here, they can't get you in trouble for being with me." I spilled. Luke furrowed his brows, his mouth slightly agape.

"Please, don't be ridiculous, Y/n." He whined, "Do you hear how stupid of an idea that is? That's your solution? Drop out of school?" He pressed, his tone full of caring anger.

"What else is there, Luke?!" I spat, "We just cut each other off, act like we never met? Is that what you want?" I exclaimed.

"Of course not!" Luke stood from his seat, matching my tone, "But, Y/n, I can't think of anything else logical to do!" He annunciated with his hands.

"I don't even like school, there's no point in me being here anyway." I griped, sinking into my chair.

"You're being ridiculous." Luke scoffed, "Do you see where you are? Do you understand the privilege you have to be going to this school? How many people would kill to be in your position? Yet you wanna give it all up for me. Listen to yourself." He raised his voice, speaking dramatically with his hands. I shook my head with anger, yet mentally agreeing with every word he spoke.

The tension was cut in half by the unexpected and premature arrival of my professor, entering the class ten minutes early. The cold vibe in the room was obvious, my professor giving both Luke and I a look as he entered.

"Afternoon." He smiled suspiciously, making his way to the desk, "Everything okay?" He spoke, noticing the lack of instruments in mine and Luke's arms.

"Uh, yeah." Luke forced a chuckle, "Focused on listening to some classic guitar songs today, took a little break from playing." Luke quickly came up with a lie, I couldn't tell if my professor bought it.

"Great." He nodded, opening his laptop to tend to his own work. Luke glanced to me, both of us telepathically asking each other what to do, but both leaving the question unanswered. I looked to the clock, noting the five minutes left, and decided to free myself from the extra stress of waiting. I gathered my bag, giving Luke a final look as I stood up.

"I will see you tomorrow." I exaggerated my words, looking at him deeply before exiting the room.

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aliceinborderlandsquidgame · 1 year

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Yandere Chishiya x Reader - Your best option -

Summary: coming from a rich conservative family you did your best to complete your dream and study...just for a men to ruin it.

Notes: conservative family - mysogyny - manipulation - toxic behaviour - toxic family - physical abuse - emotional abuse -

You could never say you lived a bad life, in the economic aspect at least. Your father was a CEO, he worked hours to bring millons of money into your home. Your mother, a quiet woman, dedicated to her husband and kids, she used to be your favorite person when you were young, then your older brother, your second favorite person who used to play with you a lot during your lonely afternoons.

Your older brother, was a promising lawyer. Studying abroad, being top of his class with the best scores and a secure post in a law firm once he returns to Japan (thanks to your father).

And you, you were the doll, the princess, expected to marry a rich man and be just like your mother. Lower your head when your husband screams at you, doing the house chores and of course having his kids.

But that was not your dream, your dream since you were a teen was to study to become a Doctor. Of course your father was against it from the start, you had to beg him for months till he accepted under one condition.

You accepted it and started to work, your weeks were a blurry of books, mental maps, coffe and snacks.

"But you will have to get the best scores, just like your brother, or you will have to leave"

You did get high scores but not the highest so you promised to do better next semester, begging for a second chance, even if you were tired like hell.

He came to you during one practice to help you. He was kind, a bit cold and insensitive, but smart. He helped you during your semester and quickly became your best friend.

It was then, when you met him Chishiya.

He was the professors assistance and just by looking at him you could tell he was going to be a successful doctor.

But he stopped helping you when your finals came. You were not angry at him by this, you knew he was as busy as you. Saddly your scores (still high but not enought for your father) dropped.

Your father took you out from college the next day. His face with no emotions other than shame, but you knew deep down he was happy about all of this.

You cried a lot for the next weeks, your mother comforted you for awhile but never went against your father. Your brother called you but offered not a lot of support and even told you "dad just wants the best for you". You ended the call right there.

One monday your mother called you, gave you a beautiful dress and called a professional makeup artist to prepare you for dinner. You knew what all of this was about and just went with it.

Your last attempt to change your fathers plans for you had ended in him slapping you and calling you a disgrace, so your spirit and will to fight was done.

When you went down to the dinner table you never expected to see who your soon to be husband was.

Chishiya never liked rumors, well more like he never cared about them. Then one day the rumor of a famous CEOs daughter was coming to the school went into his ears.

He saw you first, saw how much work you put in your career, how much you seemed to really love the subjects and how compassionate you were with the patients during practices.

Half of him hated you for it, how you were able to connect with people with no problem, he struggled a lot with it. The other half however felt....enchanted in a twisted way. You were so cheerfull and positive. Alwyas open to learn from your mistakes.

When you told Chishiya how you had got a crush on another student he went wild. Of course he kept his usual self, the one where you never tought he was thinking why not him?, when you told him that, his composture never flattered when you would tell him how much you liked this guy and how you got the gut feeling that he liked you back. You never saw how jealous he truly was.

Thats why he went to you, why he started to bestfriend you. He needed to see if he would hate you more or like you. And ended liking you. You saw pass his calculated self, you treated him as another human, not "the school genious" or something like that. You two truly connected. And you opened up to him, about your fears, doubts. You never got a friend besides Chishiya during your school time. You were never sure why, maybe thanks to your fathers reputation and how no one wanted to mess with his daughter and ruin their future or their own family.

But with Chishiya it was enought.

When your test scores went out he had a meet with your father, just as he as planned. Where he sold himself as the best suitor for you, having his school background to respalde him and the professors recomendations for high respected hospitals.

Chishiya could not see you with someone else, he was sure of it, he wanted to be with you, you get both of you a nice home where no one would be a bother.

Thats why he decided to take the matters on his own hands. You had told him your fathers plans for you if your scores went down just a bit, and he saw an oportunity. He managed to get a hold on your fathers phone and made himself a candidate for you. He then abandoned you in the hardest part of the school year.

"You are good, I will tell you that. But I have men with more money than your own family owns, so...what can you give my daughter that these men cant?"

Chishiya was relaxed, he expected this to come.

"I know your daughter from college, and I know what she thinks about it"

Your father did not show emotion towards Chishiya when he said he knew what you tought about his plans for you.

Chishiya took a sip from his coffee, keeping eye contact.

"And I know she wont like this, i believe she may have already show how much she dislikes it, and I dont want to enter into personal matters but, I believe picking me may help you keep your relationship with her in a relative good way".

"And what could you know about my relationship with her?" Your father asked siping his own coffee.

"I was his friend during her time in the school. She told me a bit"

"And you believe because you used to be her friend, that puts you above everyone else?"

"I believe she and I have a solid floor of a relationship and she would be gratefull towards her father if he pics someone she already knows as her husband". Your father was going to give him a sharp reply but Chishiya kept talking.

"And I think the same as you" Chishiya took some cold water to prepare for his next words.

"When I saw her I tought how she should not be there but in a good house, making dinner, playing with the kids and waiting for her husband. I respect women wishes to work and advance in society but she, she seems just like a perfect housewife. And I saw her interacting with kids, i believe she could give you such good grandchildren that would make you proud. She may not see it now, but getting her a good suitable partner is the best for her".

Your father eyed Chishiya, considering all his words. He tought of your tricky relationship with him. How much you hated him for what he wanted for you, so...maybe this Man, this Chishiya with a promising future, plus being someone you already knew could be the safest option to save what little love you could have for him.

The dinner went uncomfortable to say at least. Chishiya bowed at yourself and your mother who loved him since minute 0. Your father just accepted him as his best option.

"Next week, you will recive a call, be ready" standing up for father left Chishiya there. Not a single goodbye or signal of approval.

You could not speak during all of it. Chishiya wore a smoking with his hair pulled back. He looked so handsome but, how? And why? How did he end here and why?

When your mother went to the kitchen and your father to take a business call was when you asked.

"Chishiya, I need answers right now, what are you doing here?"

Chishiya took your hand in his, his tumb caressing yours. He drunk your beauty, how your skin looked, so soft and inviting, the dress hugged you in all the good ways. And your eyes, they looked at him with such a lovely confusion.

You felt heartbroken, you trusted Chishiya, you tought you could tell him everything. God you even told him how you planned to scape the city.

"Im here, as your future husband. I talked with your father the past week and we agreed this was the best of you, im the best for you".

"I told you, I told you I did not want this" you replied to him, tears falling down your face.

"Shh" he took your face in between his hands. "You did not want this because you did not know it was gonna be me. But now you do. We will have such a beautiful family, god I cant wait to see you all round up with my kids. You will be such a good wife and mom".

"Dear look, your daughter its crying over happiness" your mother called over your father, her delusional mind making all seem perfect.

Tears continue to fall but Chishiya kissed them, loving their taste and wondering how the rest of you would taste when he had the chance to devour you.

In that moment your mother returned with a big smile on her face.

Your father returned but say nothing. He just took his seat back.

"So Chishiya, what do you think about kids?, I alwyas wanted little (y/n) running around" you mother asked him, not caring about you anymore or how twisted and disgusting this all was.

"Well, I believe (y/n) and I can raise and give you the best grandchildren, I also know a few pediatric who....

But you no longer listened. Your mind clouded and shouted down. That night you lost your freedoom thanks to Chishiyas obsesion.

#alice in borderland #aibedit #chishiya #aib imagine #aib imagines #chishiya x reader #tw: abuse #tw: emotional abuse

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budgiesunset · 1 year

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Advice || Reader x Gilbert Blythe.

Requested by: Anonymous

•Summary• When YN sees Gilbert getting closer with Anne YN assumes the worst breaking up with Gilbert and Leaving.

•Warning’s• Angst, fluff, happy ending, not proof read, bad grammar, Arguing parents, sort of dumb reader, overthinking

You where lying on your bed deciding on what to do next.

When you saw Gilbert and Anne talking you just wanted to crawl up into a ball and disappear.

It was no secret that Anne had feelings for Gilbert but you didn’t think that she would try and take him.

If you had to be honest you where scared Anne was beautiful, smart and wasn’t scared to speak her mind.

while you on the other hand where shy and had gotten use to being forgotten about that was until Gilbert had taken an interest in you and you started going out together and he would walk you home.

He had helped bring you out of your shell.

So after seeing him interact with Anne you knew what you had to do so you left your room walking down stairs putting on your coat, beanie, scarf, gloves and slipping on your shoes.

When you arrived at Gilbert’s house you where terrified to do this but after taking a deep breath you approach the door and knocked.

“Y/n. What are you doing here? Is everything ok?” He asked.

“We can’t see each other anymore Gilbert.” You said looking him in the eyes.

“What are you talking about Y/n… did something happen?” Gilbert asked trying to see if you were joking about that and didn’t truly mean it.

“Gilbert you don’t have to pretend I saw you and Anne today. I wish you two every happiness I really do… Goodbye Gilbert Blythe.” You said turning away and walking off. Before he could explain.

You knocked on the door of the Cuthbert’s home. “Oh hello Y/N what a pleasant surprise, Anne is in the barn working if you’re looking for her.” Ms Cuthbert said once she opened the door.

“Thank you” you said quickly before walking towards the barn.

“Y/N.. what are you doing here? Is everything alright?” Anne said seeing you walking into the barn with red puffy eyes.

“I broke up with Gilbert” You said looking down.

“WHAT? WHY? What happened?” She asked dropping the pitchfork and walking closer to you.

“Why do you sound upset. I saw you both this morning.. so I broke up with him so you could be together. I hope you both are happy- excuse me I have to head home.” You say turning around and running off.

When you arrived home you where greeted with your parents arguing but once the noticed your presence they told you to pack a suitcase because you would be staying with your grandparents in Charlotte Town for a couple days.

Once you finished packing you walked back downstairs being met by your parents yet again arguing before ushering you into the carriage joining you after a couple of minutes.

•••

Gilbert knew he screwed up the moment you said you saw him with Anne. But since you left before he could explain he didn’t get to tell you that he was just asking for advice on how to be a better boyfriend.

But it really started to sink in when he saw Anne and Diana walking towards his house.

“Gilbert we have a massive problem!” Anne said as Gilbert opened the door the two girls pushing past him. “After Y/N was at my house saying that she saw you and me talking she told me that we could be together and then apparently Diana saw the Y/L/N’s getting in to a carriage and heading towards the train station with suitcases… Don’t you realize we must have upset Y/N so bad that now she’s leaving Avonlea!” Anne blurted out

“ANNE! Calm down they wouldn’t just leave Avonlea ok.” Diana said in an attempt to calm down her friend.

“Wait… What do you mean you saw them leaving?” He said sinking into his chair feeling his stomach drop as if it fell into a bottomless pit.

“We have to do something. We have to-“ she was cut off by Gilbert getting up.

“I just remembered I have stuff I have to do.. umm- I will see you guys on Monday.” He said pushing the girls out the door before shutting it on them. He turned his back to the door before sliding down the cold wood. Warm tears slid down his cheeks his breathing picked up and he slowly got up and walked towards his bed lying down shoving his face into his pillow.

•••

The next morning it was Saturday and he woke up extra early quickly changing his clothes and grabbing his coat and hat as he rushed at the front door and headed towards the train station.

when he arrived he got on the first train to Charlotte Town. Remembering you saw that your grandparents live there and you normally stay with them after your parents had huge fights. He even visited you a couple months ago so he remembered the way particularly well.

When he arrived at the house he knocked on the door to be greeted by a maid. “Hello can I help?” She asked looking curiously at the boy who stood on the steps.

“Umm.. Yes, I’m looking for Y/F/N.. is she here?” He said looking up at the old woman.

“And who should I say is calling?” The maid asked.

Knowing you probably won’t answer if he said his name He said “a friend.” The maid nodded before closing the door and walking off.

When you opened the door you were surprised to see Gilbert “Gilbert?.. what are you doing here?” You asked ready to slam the door in his face.

“Y/N you never let me explain. I was asking Anne for advice on a date that I had planned and needed an opinion on from one of you friends” he said taking you hands in his and rubbing circles on the back of your hand with his thumb.

“w-what?” You croaked out.

“I would never cheat on you. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me.” He said looking deep in to your Y/E/C eyes.

You pulled him into a tight hug. He wrapped his arms around your waist while resting his chin on the top of your head placing a kiss to your forehead.

“I love you Gilbert Blythe”

“I love you too Y/F/N”

••••• AN: hey I know I said I would write this like two weeks ago but I have had serious writers block followed by several anxiety filled days and then it’s week I has the honor of having tonsillitis for the 4th time in a span of 2 years so that was fun. But anyway I hope you liked this. Love you guys❤️

#Gilbert Blythe #gilbert blythe x reader #anne with an e x reader #anne with an e #X reader story #Y/N #renew anne with an e

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Hi I want to request Anthony Lockwood×fem!reader with the song False God, I want it to be best friends to lovers, with the miscommunication trope. Like they were best friends and started falling for each other, and try to hide their feelings. Then then after a case they got into an argument, about Lockwood throwing himself in danger again and he kisses her, but she just gets even more confused and mad, she thinks that he only did it because he wanted to distract her from what happened, so she gets even angrier. The argument gets even more heated and they start even yelling at each other, then they stop talking to each other for days, and the reader just has enough and leaves and Anthony is heartbroken, and tries to find a way to get her back. The ending is happy. He gets her back, and they confess to each other.

I'm sorry this is very confusing. You can obviously add more things, so there is the miscommunication trope, and also, so the plot suits the song more. Thank you, you're amazing, I absolutely loved the I can see you fic, and it was everything I hoped for when I requested it.

False God - Lockwood x Reader

A/N: No worries, its not confusing at all! I'm really glad you liked the i can see you fic cuz its one of my favs too!! hope you like this one toooo :) 4k!

She groaned, shifting in her window seat, forehead fused against the window pane. It was too bright to be looking straight ahead at the glowing skyline, so she was staring down at the pavement baking in the sweltering heat. Summer was in full force, and today it took form by enveloping 35 Portland Row and every building in a five-mile radius with its heat. It was too hot to think straight, too hot to do anything but brood and stew in resentment. Even as she unseeingly looked out at the shimmering roads, all she felt was the same agony growing inside of her being reflected back into her eyes. Loving Lockwood truly was a special kind of hell.

It had been a funny sort of week. On Monday, Lockwood had used a napkin to wipe some sugar off her nose after she had bitten into one of Arif's doughnuts, and he looked just as confused as her when he realised what he was doing. On Wednesday's job, she tripped on a loose floorboard so badly that her knees buckled under her, leading to some very ungraceful stumbling in Lockwood's arms, and when she was finally able to find her feet she brushed past him, face beet red, mumbling an apology.

On Thursday, Lockwood was bandaging up a scrape on her wrist, and she had been so transfixed by his swift, confident movements that she hadn't even realised he was done until he snapped the first aid box close. Later that night, while they were scouting out a new location, his fingers drifted on the edge of her bandage occasionally, as if checking to see if it was alright. Part of her love-addled brain couldn't help but hope that he was checking if she was alright. He apologised profusely each time, stepping back in an attempt to at force at least some physical distance between them. She nodded absent-mindedly, trying to soothe the somersaults her stomach made when she felt his rapier-calloused fingers graze her palm.

So when they were dividing themselves up for Friday's case, a part of her knew it wasn't smart to team up with someone in front of whom she became a stuttering, vacant fool. It wasn't that she daydreamed about him or felt butterflies in her stomach, but there was something about him that short-circuited her systems when he got too close. But now, Lockwood looked so cool, so nonchalant. She couldn't avoid him forever. She had to work through whatever this was, and spending time with him was how she was going to do it.

"Yeah, sure, those teams sound great. Lockwood and I together works." But even as she raised her mug to take a sip, she briefly met Lockwood's gaze, and the look in his eyes triggered this sudden vision of the entire mission going up in flames. Her eyes darted away, and when she looked back, he was looking at something on the thinking cloth interestedly. She struggled to take a sip of her tea with the lump in her throat. Must have been a trick of the light. Not that it helped her get it out of her head.

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Lucy and George were starting on the first two floors, so Lockwood and her took the elevator up to the third floor. Two floors away, they could no longer hear George and Lucy's footsteps or voices, as if they were in an entirely different building. They split up, and she was relieved for the distance between them, the chance to finally think straight for a while.

However, they weren't having much luck. She ran her fingers over the walls for what felt like the hundredth time, frowning and straining her ears. Every time she felt like she had just gotten the right focus, Lockwood would shift somewhere behind her and break her concentration.

"Quit it."

"What?"

"The shifting. I can't hear."

"What shifting?"

She pulled her ear from the wall to look at Lockwood and immediately felt her spirits dry up. Lockwood was looking at her questioningly, not far from the position she had left him in, and right behind him was a Spectre a split second away from lunging at Lockwood.

It all happened so fast; even now she wasn't quite sure how she had managed to recover her wits so quickly. She barrelled towards the ghost, fingers closing over Lockwood's bicep as she closed her eyes and thrust her rapier in front of her, hoping her blade met the visitor before she did. There was a hissing sound, and then silence. She opened her eyes to see the Spectre gone, and Lockwood looking as pale and shaken as she felt. His lips quivered, forming amorphous words, and she feared she might break down if she looked at him being vulnerable for too long.

She turned detachedly, sheathing her rapier, considering the objects around them until she found one with overwhelming psychic charge. She pulled out her iron net and draped it over the source, and the temperature went up considerably. By then, Lockwood look mostly alright, if a little nervous.

They returned to the elevator, and as the doors shuddered to a close he tilted his head towards her, coughing awkwardly, though his eyes were still fixed to the floor. "You didn't need to...foolish t-to, what you did there...erm-"

"Lockwood, shut up. I'd die for you." She hadn't meant to sound so aggressive, but it made her heart stumble erratically when she saw him sprawled on the floor, moments away from certain death. It made her want to strangle him for being so stupid, then fling her arms around him and hold him close. For so much of her life she had felt like an island, alone and desolate, and she had so little, but Lockwood would forever be something for her to keep, even if it was only all in her head.

She looked up, startled by the dark look in his eyes, rushing to get the words out, but it was a bit too late. "And Lucy. And George." Even she could hear how flimsy that sounded, echoing in the starkly lit rattling elevator. Yes, she would lay her life on the ground for them, but with Lockwood, it was just...different. Anything to do with Lockwood just had to be complicated.

"I know. But still. Thank you."

She gasped, scrambling to her feet, hand clutching the sleeve of his coat before her brain caught up to what she was doing. It was almost comical, the way she had to blink at her hand and Lockwood's face before realising what she had done. She dropped her hand immediately, straightening, but Lockwood's expression didn't change. It was a weird mix of curiosity, contemplation and what looked to be worry. So it hadn't been a trick of the light.

She inhaled, raising her chin to meet his gaze. His eyebrows raised imperceptibly and she felt the air around them shift. She blinked hesitantly, much less confident than she was a few moments ago.

They silently boarded the elevator again, which was miraculously still working, and an uneasy feeling starting to grow in the pit of her stomach. For once, neither of them had made any effort to sweep the electricity between them under the rug, so now it hung in the open, the elephant in the room. It was pure insanity - no, idiocy, to acknowledge the charged air between them. She didn't know about Lockwood, but she was having a hard enough time dealing with the urges that compelled her to run to his side at the first sign of danger.

This was new territory, and these uncharted waters frightened her so. As soon as her attention drifted elsewhere and this tension between them took a backseat, she would look into Lockwood's eyes or feel him brush against her, and she would be certain that it was only a matter of time before she was pulled under. It made her head spin, and yet, she craved it.

Her hand trembled as she pushed her hair back from her eyes, and Lockwood reached out and interlocked her fingers with his own, still staring straight ahead at the dull metal doors. His stoic expression belied the intimacy of the action, and she felt the first strains of annoyance begin to bubble up. How could he just stand there so unaffected, as if he had every right to make her fight for her own breath?

The elevator doors opened to the ground floor, and not a moment too soon. The thick floors had meant that the two groups had no idea what was going on with the other group, and Lucy and George were fighting by the skin of their teeth to stay alive among the hoard of ghosts surrounding them. Lucy was keeping the visitors back while George ducked and rolled around the lobby, frantically looking for sources. Lockwood and her joined Lucy, and soon enough they had the upper hand.

Once the final source was neutralised, they sat in silence, only the sound of them catching their breath filling the room. From the corner of her eye, she saw Lockwood tugging at his rapier that was somehow embedded in the wall, before he suddenly stilled. He was looking in her direction, a familiar fear clouding his eyes. Somehow, a part of her realised exactly what was happening.

She turned, hand on her rapier, stopping short. She certainly felt the chill, and there seemed to be a haze in the air, but she couldn't quite make out anything tangible. She reached out, almost as if in a trance, before she had the wind knocked out of her.

One minute she was standing, and the next she was lying on the floor, a figure crouching over her, blocking her vision, as if shielding her. A few moments passed before the figure looked up and straightened, kneeling now, light falling on the gaunt face of Lockwood. George was sheepishly holding up a musical box draped in a silver net. "Sorry, missed a source. They should all be gone now."

Lockwood turned back to her, offering a hand to pull her up, but there was this weird sort of static buzzing between her ears now. She propped herself up on her own, shoving him, and walked away fuming while he toppled over in an undignified manner.

Fucking Lockwood.

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The air of the group was fraught with tension on the way back. She signed the report with such force that she ripped a hole in one of them, and she kept rebuffing all of Lockwood's attempts to try to talk to her. Now, they were back at 35 Portland Row. She went straight to the kitchen and started making tea, slamming the drawers, uncommonly violent. Lockwood stood a few feet away from the table, closer to the door, as if furiously working out what exactly he wanted to say to the floor. She saved him the trouble.

"What the hell was that?"

"It was a Phantasm."

"Yeah, I guessed. I mean the part about you rushing in without any equipment."

"I was out of flares and my rapier was stuck. I didn't choose to do that."

"No Lockwood, you did choose. You made that choice when you decided to run in-"

"What the hell was I supposed to do? Watch you get ghost-touched?"

"-throw all caution to the wind, playing the hero-"

"I only play the hero because I have to. You're all my responsibility."

"-because never mind the three people who work in your agency, live in your house, and care so deeply about you that they wouldn't know what to do with themselves if you died-"

"So I'm just supposed to stand around and watch the rest of you die?!"

"-but no, the great Anthony Lockwood has bigger plans, like being an absolute - you won't even look at me!"

She sat down at the table, cradling her growing migraine, muttering to herself. "God, I can't talk to you when you're like this."

"Like what?" Lockwood gripped the chair opposite hers aggressively.

"This! You get so-so distant, like you couldn't be more disinterested in other people. In me. You detach yourself and step away and I know it's all a lie." She felt her heart rate further destabilise. "I see it when you look at me, like I'm some fresh, exciting thing to marvel at. You can get mad at me, or hate me, or strangle me, but I never bore you, Lockwood."

He bent forward by two inches, angling her head in his hand, pressing a bruising kiss to her lips. It couldn't have lasted longer than a second, but they were both breathless when they broke away, faces no further than a few inches apart. Her rage was barely quelled, if not aggravated. Her face was white with anger. Even now, all he wanted to do was distract her, as if he knew it wouldn't take much. In a brief flicker of panic, a part of her worried that he knew how she felt, that he knew all along, and all of this was some sick game to screw her over. She wanted to smash his facade, watch him come undone the way she was on the inside, goad him into feeling something. "Go on, then. Do it."

"Do what?" Her breathing was uneven. The past few weeks of fleeting stolen glances were bad enough, but with his face so close to hers, she could feel her brain turning into jelly. Part of her knew what she was about to do wasn't fair to him, but their relationship had gone too haywire for her to care. There was nothing fair about the way he consumed her anyways. Whoever said it hadn't loved anybody as hard as she loved Lockwood: nothing is fair in love.

"Get rid of me. Wake up to happier mornings where I'm not around, since I'm such a burden." She wasn't entirely aware of what she was saying, or if she meant it. She was grasping desperately for any respite from the brutal assault of her emotions, so all she could do was the one thing she did best - withdraw. She leaned back, welcoming cool, grounding air into her lungs as her tears threatened to spill over the ruins of their crumbling friendship. It was as though she had been struck for having the sin of hubris, for believing her and Lockwood were built to weather the storms of affection beyond platonic love. "Fire me, whatever. Oh, you'd just love that, wouldn't you? Being all official and important? Because all Anthony Lockwood cares about is being the biggest prat in the room, whether it be by throwing his precious life away-"

"So my life is 'precious', but yours is fair game?"

"I didn't say that!"

"You didn't NEED TO!" Lockwood was gripping the chair so tightly he looked just about ready to smash it into bits. He took a few ragged breaths, as if physically trying to control his emotions. "Words only express so much-"

"But they express just enough for you, don't they?" she said bitterly. He set his jaw, hardening against the venom of her words. She placed a hand on her forehead weakly, stumbling out of the kitchen up to the attic. There she sat now, cynically judging the trees for being too green.

Over the next few days, she stayed in the attic, forcing down morsels of the food Lucy brought up to her, preferring to communicate non-verbally. After three days, she began to feel as cold and long-forgotten as that tea she was in the middle of making that day. She watched them gear up and lug their equipment into cabs from the window, but none did so as resolutely or with as much mechanical efficiency as Lockwood. She missed them, she missed working, but she wasn't about to go running down the stairs to Lockwood's room, begging for forgiveness. No; she had more pride than that.

Instead, she wiled away the hours staring at the clock and then staring out the window, until her eyes ached. It was so hot, time seemed to be slowing to a stop. The seconds hand ticked occasionally, when it felt like it, and her shirt plastered itself on her back. The heat was so oppressive and glued her eyelids shut, and it felt as though the whole room was submerged in molasses. It just wasn't the right kind of weather to reconcile.

Occasionally, her thoughts drifted to when she first joined the agency, and the words of advice Lucy had given her. "Lockwood, er, he's hard to read," she had said. "Best to leave him to it, most of the time. It takes a special kind of trust to really get to know him. You need a lot of blind faith, and it's certainly not easy terrain...but I think it's all worth it in the end."

Still, she couldn't live at the window forever. Which is why she went down to the kitchen after a fitful sleep on the third night, gingerly choking down some toast, when the rest returned from the job. Lucy hugged her from behind and George immediately set out four cups as he started to brew some tea. Despite all that, Lockwood still regarded her as stiffly as before, speaking into the distance rather than to her.

"I'm not going to fire you, if that's what you're waiting for."

In that moment, when Lockwood disowned any kind of feeling for her yet again, the last vestiges of her hope slipped away. She thought she knew him. Hell, she thought she loved him. But life was full of mistakes and disappointments, and this was yet another she had to contend with. "Fine. I quit."

Even Lockwood was momentarily stunned as she slipped past him up to the attic, blurrily throwing in anything that looked vaguely like hers into a her bags. Lucy had followed her, trying to talk some sense into her, but it all fell on deaf ears. Only George was in the kitchen by the time she was done packing, and he looked oddly forlorn as he waved at her distractedly. The door to the library was open as she shouldered past the memories of the life they had on her way to the front door. Lockwood was in his chair facing the fireplace, back to the door, glaring a hole into his book, looking as furious as she was just a few days ago.

She didn't have anything to say to him, which was just as well, because he clearly didn't have anything to say to her. She stepped out into the night, twisting sprigs of lavender in her hair, walking off into the night. George came up to the library, sighing loudly at the door, and Lockwood jerked up irritatedly.

"What?"

"Couldn't wait till after tea, could you?"

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Three weeks later, her memories of the three of them were more diluted than she would have liked. With the little savings she had, she managed to rent a cramped apartment which didn't leave much room for decoration, which was just as well, as she didn't have many mementos. She wasn't the best at preserving memories, so all she had were some odd photos on the few times she remembered her camera.

Lockwood was in the pictures too. As hard as she tried, she couldn't just cut him and his presence out of her life; they were too irrevocably tied together. Some nights, before sleeping, she would trace the outline of his face on the one focused photograph she had of him, and wonder if she'd still recognise his voice. In spite of herself, she wondered if he ever thought about her the way she dreamt about him.

The summer heat faded, and these days rain drizzled from the sky like a leaky tap. In her case, that also meant a leaking roof, and the constant drip of the water into the bucket drove her nuts. It was the little things like the leaking roof and the refrigerator with a loud hum that never allowed her to truly rest, always kept her on the edge, that made her new life distinctly more uncomfortable than her old.

She heard a faint disjointed knock on her door. She opened the door to see a gaunt and wane Lockwood, significantly paler than she remembered. She was speechless, not quite sure what to do, and he just seemed relieved enough to see her in person. He still stood the same way he did when meeting new clients, with an air of formality, and she half-expected him to shake her hand. Instead, he pulled her into a hug; a proper one, where his arms went all the way around her. The kind of hug that made you want to cry.

She gripped the sleeve of his coat not unlike the way she did all those weeks ago, and she was suddenly aware of how little the weeks passed meant. Nothing had changed between them, except for this deep yearning tainting the fervour of their grip on each other. He still felt this need to protect her but sucked at communicating, she still reached out to him instinctively in danger but yelled at him for not putting himself first. Strife and misunderstandings were still rife in their relationship, but she had never missed fighting and loving someone the way she had missed Lockwood.

"I'm sorry," he was mumbling into her hair. "I don't know why it took me so long to realise you felt the same way I did. I guess we just express fear in different ways."

"You always were slow."

He pulled back, softly smiling in a way that erased some of his wrinkles. But the smile slipped away, and she felt the worry tugging down the corners of his mouth. "It's just...I've never felt this way about anyone before. I don't know how to express it all the time so sometimes it just feels easier to convince myself it's not there. But it Smooths things over, you know?" He inhaled shakily, tracing her cheekbone with his thumb. She could feel how hard it was for him to admit all this. "I felt it most when you were gone. It...it weighed on my mind. Never let me be fully at peace." His lips quirked into a small smile. "Much like you. I'd do anything for you, and I think that scares me."

"It scares me too. I guess the only way I could think of handling it was proving you were more scared than me. As if that would somehow make me strong and not...weak. Or vulnerable." She sighed, as if all the exhaustion of the past few weeks had all caught up to her in this very moment. "You make me crumble, Lockwood, but I've never felt stronger."

His eyes unfocused as his hand on her cheekbone slipped. "What if I can't protect you? What if I can't drive away every single visitor in time? What if you get hurt? How do people live like this?"

She held his hands, stopping his spiral. "I think I have enough experience driving away people who are more than a little obsessed with me."

He laughed, pulling her into a hug. What once felt overstimulating was now oddly comforting. The beat of his heart, the rhythm of his breath, the vibrations of his laughter...she wanted to feel that every day for the rest of her life.

"What I did...it really was different. You do realise that, right?"

"Yes."

"I had my rapier with me."

"You did."

"You didn't have anything."

"Hmm, I panicked." He continued hastily under her stern gaze. "What I mean is, I will try to be more careful. Promise." He put on his most angelic expression. She rolled her eyes. She took his hand as they stepped out in the final drops of summer rain. Life together wasn't always going to be smooth-sailing, or even remotely manageable, but she had a feeling that they would be alright.

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Secret Admirer

Eddie Munson x Reader (Fluff)

[Masterlist] [Crossposted to AO3]

Summary: Telling someone you fell for them is always hard. However, it's even harder when the person you love is also your best friend. When you can't find the courage to tell Eddie Munson how you feel to his face, you decide to let him know in a more...round about sort of way.

Rating: General Audiences

Author Note: Gender neutral reader, no pronouns used. This was initially supposed to be a oneshot, but now looks like it's going to be a two or three parter.

CW: Smoking cigarettes; white lies; slightly awkward conversations.

Word Count: 2.407

“Dustin! Hey Dustin!”

Dustin didn’t hear you. That wasn’t surprising since the final bell rang just a little bit ago and the halls were flooded with people ready to leave.

While you were also in a hurry to leave, you really needed to catch up with the freshman first. And you needed to do it before any of the other Hellfire members were around to see. You may have not known Dustin for long since school just started a little over two months ago, but it was long enough to know you could trust him with this task.

“Dustin! Wait up, Dustin!!!”

The little shit was much faster than you’d have guessed and was way ahead of you when he finally heard his name being called. He stopped to look around and waved when he saw you running up to him.

“Hey Y/N,” Dustin said as you screeched to a stop in front of him. “What’s the hurry?”

It took you a minute to respond. You were out of breath after running from the hall where your last class was to the hall where Dustin’s last class was. It was halfway across the school, and you were pretty sure you broke at least one record to get over there that fast.

“Hold.” Pant. “Up.” Wheeze. “A.” Pant. “Minute.” Cough.

At that very moment, you doubled over with your hands on your knees, your face starting to tingle and turn red as you gasped for air.

“You okay?” Dustin asked, clapping you on the back as if you were choking instead.

You waved him off and finally caught your breath after a minute.

“Yeah,” you said, standing up straight. “I gotta get to work, but you have Hellfire tonight, right?”

“Yup, every Monday after school from 3 to 7,” Dustin said, nodding.

“Sweet,” you said, pulling a small black box wrapped with a red ribbon, which you then handed to Dustin. “Some chick after third period gave this to me and said to give it to Eddie. I forgot to tell him at lunch, so now that honor goes to you.”

Dustin looked between you and the object now in his hand, which was about the size of a large ring box. He wrinkled his nose.

“Do I have to?” he asked. “Can’t you just give it to him yourself tomorrow?”

“No can do,” you said, shaking your head. “I’m libel to forget I even have it and I promised her Eddie would get it today.”

Dustin knew better than to argue. Everyone knew you had a poor memory and knew you didn’t make promises lightly. If you promised Eddie would get it today so you wouldn’t forget, then Eddie was getting it today so you wouldn’t forget.

Tucking the box into his coat pocket, Dustin promised to give it to Eddie as soon as he saw him. The two of you parted ways, him in one direction to go to the drama room for Hellfire and you in direction of the front entrance so you could go to work. You were practically skipping down the hall, happy that had gone well. You didn’t really expect it not too since Dustin was a good kid and he absolutely adored Eddie. You knew he’d come through for you.

Now it was just a waiting game to see how Eddie would react.

Getting a random gift from a secret admirer didn’t seem like something he would keep from you. The two of you told each other everything and had for years. The only thing you had ever kept a total secret from Eddie was how you truly felt about him.

It was as a strange feeling to be in love with your best friend. A very strange feeling indeed.

The two of you met in 8th grade when he transferred in from another district. That was the year Eddie had moved to this side of town to live with his uncle. While he had been instantly branded as a freak by the popular crowd, your reputation was somewhere basic outsider territory. It didn’t bother you to befriend him though, and you two instantly clicked.

Your feelings didn’t develop until sometime in sophomore year. Or that’s when you noticed them, at least. There was no catalyst or series of events that led to the moment. You just suddenly realized it one day in the middle of a math lesson. You hadn’t been thinking about him and didn’t have math class with him, it just hit you completely randomly and unexpectedly. It rendered you incapable of concentrating for the rest of the day.

Considering Eddie had never made any moves on you, never stated an interest in you and had never even flirted with you, it was obviously a one-sided crush. You were best friends, not really anything else. You tried to ignore it, figuring it would eventually go away without reciprocation.

Rather than go away though, your feelings grew into love.

And now, as you were both starting over your senior years for the second time each, you had decided this was going to be the year you finally tell Eddie how you feel.

Eventually.

You would tell him how you felt eventually.

While Eddie had a few very short-term relationships over the years, he hadn’t dated in a long time. That had to mean he didn’t want anything serious right now. Plus, if he did want to date, that didn’t mean he wanted to date you. You kept reminding yourself of this to keep you from getting your hopes up. Which is why you had elected to go this route. If he didn’t seem interested after a few anonymous gifts and notes, you’d leave the whole thing alone. No harm done, no damaged friendship.

What you didn’t expect was for that one little box to spark Eddie’s curiosity into a full-on blaze.

He was waiting for you in the school parking lot the next morning. You barely got your car parked in your usual spot before he had ran over from his van and opened your door for you.

“Y/N, it’s time for you and I to have a talk,” he said, his tone and facial expression serious.

You stared up at him blankly as he smirked down at you. Surely he hadn’t figure it out that quickly?

You decided your best option right now was to play dumb.

“Er, okay?” you said, climbing out of your car and putting your jacket on. “What about?”

“Oh, I think you know what it’s about,” he said, a playful tone coming to his voice.

You dipped back into your car to collect your bag, backpack, and lunch box from the passenger seat, then shut your car door. While you may have appeared calm and sleepy on the outside, inwardly you were panicking. You didn’t expect him to grill you less than an hour after you woke up.

Luckily for you, Eddie took your stunned and panicked silence for you still waking up.

“The box from yesterday?” he said, as he grabbed your backpack from you to sling it from one shoulder to carry for you like he always did.

You continued staring at him, mouth dropping open slightly, your brow furrowed.

Now you weren’t acting, you suddenly found yourself unable to speak as you looked at him.

“The one you gave to Dustin to give to me?”

Oh fuck, he knew. He somehow figured it out. He knew you gave it to him. This is it.

Right as you were on the verge of spilling your guts, Eddie chimed in again.

“The box the girl gave you yesterday to give to me?”

Oh. Right. You had given it to Dustin, saying someone had given it to you.

“Oh yeah,” you said, clapping your hand to your forehead, then dragging it down your face tiredly. “Sorry. Long night last night.”

“Yeah?” he asked, you nodded as you lit the morning cigarette for the two of you to share, like you did every morning. “Shitty customers or got off late?”

“Both,” you said, passing him the cigarette. “Like, ten people decided they needed their groceries five minutes before closing. On top of that, me and Teri were by ourselves again, so we didn’t get out until almost midnight.”

“I still say they’ve gotta be breaking the law by keeping you there that late,” Eddie said, his eyes darkening. “Isn’t there some rule against high schoolers working past 8 or something?”

He always worried when you had to work that late. People get jumped in parking lots all the time and was always paranoid that would happen to you.

“That only applies if it’s your first time through,” you chuckled, as Eddie passed the cigarette back to you. “Trust me, I checked. Soon to be 20-year old’s repeating their senior year for the third time don’t qualify.”

After passing the cigarette between you a few more times as you chatted about your morning, Eddie finished it and tossed the butt to the pavement. You both started walking up to the school.

Fortunately, the time Eddie gave you to wake up more before continuing the initial conversation had also given you time to think. When he brought it up again a few minutes later when you were almost inside, you were prepared.

“So…” Eddie began. “The box…”

“That’s right!” you said and looked over at him curiously. “What was in it anyway? It felt really heavy for such a small thing.”

Eddie skipped a few steps ahead of you and spun around on one foot so he was directly in your path and facing you. He held up his left hand as if showing off his rings. Your looked down and, sure enough, he had on the one you gave him on his pointer finger. It was square shaped with a cross in the center and a skull at each corner.

“Holy shit!” you exclaimed with well-acted excitement, grabbing his hand, and jerking him closer to get a better look, which made him stagger slightly. “Hey, isn’t this that ring you saw at the pawn shop a few months back???”

“I think so!” Eddie said, nodding rapidly.

One thing you both loved to do together on weekends was hit up as many thrift stores and pawnshops as you could looking for deals. When Eddie found this ring a few months back, the $30 price tag was a bit out of his reach. The disappointment in his eyes about broke your heart, so you went back the next day and bought it for him. You’d held onto it until now, trying to figure out how to give it to him.

“That’s so awesome!” you exclaimed.

You used this as an excuse to grab Eddie and wrap your arms around him in an excited hug. He eagerly returned the hug, spinning you around once and nearly running you both into a passing group of students.

“Who was it from?” you asked as he set you down and you two continued walking, now headed for your locker.

“That’s what I was hoping you could tell me,” he said. “There was no note, tag, or anything. So, I was wondering who gave it to you.”

“I didn’t recognize her,” you said, then shrugged. “I don’t have any classes with her, that much I know for sure.”

This part of the lie relied heavily on Eddie just accepting your poor memory without asking too many questions.

Everyone knew you could barely remember what you made yourself for lunch yesterday, much less the face of someone you didn’t know. You recognized people you went to classes with, even if you didn’t know their names, because you saw them in the same place every day. In general, it always took you a few weeks with any new person you met to fully integrate their face into your brain. So, you not recognizing someone you went to school with wasn’t uncommon.

Eddie knew this and you could see the disappointment in his face.

“Damnit,” he said and sighed, brushing a hand back through his hair. “I was afraid of that. I really wanted to thank whoever she was.”

“I’m sorry,” you said. “I’ll try to keep an eye out for her, but you know what the chances of me recognizing her are.”

You flashed him an apologetic smile and he nodded in confirmation as you reached your locker. The conversation switched to school things as you got your stuff situated, taking only the books you would need before lunch. With that done, now you walked Eddie to his locker and once he had his books, you both went to English, which you had together. Since the two of you sat next to each other, you noticed that Eddie used the time waiting for class to gawk at the ring and awe and wonder.

It made your heart dance seeing how happy it made Eddie. You had to bite your lip hard to keep yourself from grinning like a fool. That surely would’ve given you away right then and there.

Oddly enough though, he really didn’t talk about it much to anyone else. You’d catch him gazing at it fondly, but if anyone asked about it, he was tight lipped.

“It was a gift,” is all he would say.

As the days went by, Eddie didn’t mention it as often to you. When he did, it was still just to say he wished he could thank whoever got it for him because he loved it so much.

A couple weeks later, on the last day of school before Thanksgiving break, you proceeded with the next part of you plan.

Your fourth period class was World History. Eddie’s locker just so happened to between that classroom and the closest girl’s bathroom. It was easy to get a pass for the restroom since you rarely ever asked to leave class. On your way there, you briefly stopped at his locker. You took a letter sized envelope out of your inner jacket pocket and slipped it into the locker through the vents. Even after a quick stop at the restroom to back up your lie, you were back to class before the teacher could be suspicious.

The nerves you felt before giving him the ring were nothing compared to the nerves you felt now.

In that letter, you were finally confessing your love...

More or less.

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Never Quite Enough//2

Read part 1 here

Billy Russo x Female Reader

Warnings: angst, harassment, mentions of sexual situations, violence and blood as well.

He wasn't expecting you to look this put together.

It was as if nothing had ever happened between you at all. The thought had speared into his heart and gutted him like a fish.

A week had passed, you'd feigned sickness. Billy had agonised himself the entire week, only truly focused on firing Andrew and Walter and the two others who had roped him into the bet and sold him out in front of you. It didn't change a thing. You still wouldn't answer his calls, you still wouldn't hear him out.

Billy was truly, inexplicably, the worst human to ever walk the planet.

He almost crumbled to his knees when he stepped into the conference room the following Monday and saw you busy reading over something written on a while legal pad. You were a temporary replacement for your boss who couldn't make it at the last minute. Your hair was put together, the cut of your eyeliner sharp, daring him to speak to you.

You'd looked up, met his eyes, and then back to the note pad. No expression. No recognition in your cold eyes.

He should crumble anyway.

When you'd addressed him as 'Mister Russo,' when the meeting had concluded and you'd prepared your things to leave, he wanted to scream.

How could he know what his name sounded like, rushing past your lips on a mindblowing orgasm, and still be sane after?

He'd could still hear it now, his name on your lips after rough, sweet sex, your hands in his hair and his mouth latched to the spot above your breast and all he can hear is 'BillyBillyBillyBilly.'

But now, he had become 'Mister Russo,' once again.

At least you knew what everyone thought of you now. At least you didn't have to make excuses for someone when they spoke over you, or completely extracted you from every plan.

At least you knew that no one really minded when you smiled, backed away, and returned to your desk to sit alone.

It was easier to extricate yourself... until it wasn't.

Your boss had put you in charge of the new trainee, Dex, who'd just finished college and ached to go to every after-work mixer possible.

He'd pleaded with you to come along, needed the introductions, and you'd sighed and obliged him.

Dex was extroverted, smiled a lot, shy but he could light up a room. Everyone was drawn to him, happy to get to know him.

You just stood by his side, smiled, introduced him to whoever he asked.

The music in the bar was low to encourage conversation, but loud enough to enjoy too. Every now and then, Dex would glance at you and smile, and you'd be forced to smile back.

You couldn't let your eyes wander. You didn't want to catch sight of...him. You wonder what new thing he'd decided to bet on, maybe another woman.

The thought sobers you. You look around the room. There was no way you'd let him do this to someone else-

Billy's eyes are already locked on you.

Shit.... shit! You look down at your shoes.

Well, he didn't look like he was talking to anyone anyway, but you decide to keep a distant eye on him, a little weary that he'd try to do this to someone else.

Though, it wasn't like anyone else was as difficult to be around as you were.

You sigh.

Billy can see it.

In the way you limit your interactions, in the way you hardly smile. You look down at your shoes so much and he has to find a way to accept that this... this is what he's done to you.

He can't figure out how to fix it, should he just apologise? Or find a way to include you in more activities so that people can see the real you? You probably hated him so much now.

He sighs, taking a slow sip of his beer, chipping in to the casual conversation of the people around him and he uses it as a way to keep his eyes on you.

He'd really taken your advice- seen a therapist- he hadn't been able to work up the courage to tell Frank what he'd done. His therapist had advised him to work on himself, and not be so focused on chasing you and getting you back. Billy was told to accept the possibility that he may never get you back.

He was going to fire his new therapist.

The want he had for you was so visceral. He wanted to take your hands in his and drop to his knees and beg and beg and beg even though he'd barely knew you. The thought embarrassed him, made him ashamed, made him hate himself.

And still, his mind wouldn't rid him of the thoughts, of your laughter, your soft skin, the taste of your lips. It was like you were everywhere around him, everywhere he looked, all he saw was you. Your influence on him had ruined the very way he saw the world and now he was tainted by your touch.

He watches your eyes fixed to your beer, smiling along to the conversation and not really involving yourself. His chest aches. Every scenario he imagines to find a way to talk to you fails.

You bump into him on your way out of the bathroom.

You're not watching where you're going, just trying to think of an excuse to get out of here when you smack right into him.

You don't have to look up at his face. The scent alone sets familiarity into your bones and you know it's him by the grip of his hands on your shoulders and the shine of his shoes.

"Sorry." You say quickly, pulling out of his grip to step to the side. He moves with you, and you sigh, staying in place when he moves again to get out of your way.

"Don't apologise to me," He says softly, voice barely abovea whisper, "I don't deserve it."

You nod, turning away, pausing when he says your name, your eyes fall shut at the sound.

"I never- none of it- you're not-" he lets out a frustrated breath, shaking his fist. You think you should just put him out of his misery and walk away.

"You mean a lot to me." He finally blurts when you take a step away from him. You blink down at the floor.

"I can't stop thinking about you." He finishes.

You finally look up into his eyes, and you watch his breath catch in his throat.

"You really are a good actor," you muse to yourself, "If I didn't know any better I'd think it were true."

"It is. It is-"

The shake of your head stops him from speaking, a wry, upward tilt of your lips

"I know better now. It won't work on me." You say, walking away.

Maybe he was getting triple to get you back? You ponder, staring into the amber liquid of your beer. Maybe he was making double or nothing if he managed to lure you back into his arms. A little game of how low were your standards? Or how good at manipulation was Billy?

Regardless, it wouldn't work, because you couldn't really feel anything anymore. There was no love or hate or anger inside of you. There was... nothing, and you'd hoped Billy could see it in your eyes when you looked at him.

It was worse than dying. To have you look at him with empty eyes. The stabbing feeling in his chest wouldn't go away. Did you really not feel anything for him anymore? He remembers only a week ago when your eyes had been warm with the aftereffects of your orgasm. You'd smiled at him as you came down from your high, kissing him in the heat of the moment, he could still taste you on his tongue.

But when you'd looked at him just now. It was like you didn't even know him.

He rubs at his chest, deep in thought, only blinking up when someone asks him his opinion.

Dex won't stop flirting with you. You don't know how to tell him you're not interested. He smiles and he bumps his shoulder against yours and you return his smile with a smaller one of your own but you know he's not going to give up.

So, in your desperation, when he asks if you have any pets, you respond easily with, "Not me, but my boyfriend has a cat named Butter."

You see it, the flinch of his eyebrow as he processes your words.

"Oh? You have a boyfriend?" He asks casually.

You slam your brain trying to remember any details you have about Butter's owner."

"Yeah. Matt, he's a- a lawyer." You say, smiling.

Oh, but this actually opens up a lot of doors for you, because while Dex pulls back on his flirting, you get to glance at your phone, with a smile.

"Speaking of, Matt's working late tonight so I'll have to leave soon to feed Butter." You grin, feeling like you've accomplished the impossible by creating a fake boyfriend.

You slip off your seat, rising to a stand.

"I'll see you on Monday, yeah? Have fun." You wave goodbye.

Dex doesn't protest and you grin the entire way out.

Until the cold air of the night hits you and you realise that you just made up a fake relationship, because you're not good enough to have a real one.

You sigh.

Regardless, your imaginary boyfriend Matt means you get to shy away from all types of flirting with absolutely zero consequences. It's a little disgusting that some men need to know you're taken in order to back off, but you're not out here trying to change every random man that can't take no for an answer, you're only just trying to survive.

But one day it's not enough, and a client persists on his advances, commenting on the fact that he doesn't see a ring.

So, you go shopping for one.

And you gladly sport the antique ring on your left hand, and things aren't too bad, because you can exist in your shell without friends and without company and with an occasional intruding cat coming around.

And for a brief moment, it's not so bad.

That is, until you bump into Frank Castle in the elevator.

You smile politely, but you can tell Frank is intent on conversation. You make short responses, about some of your sales, and some upcoming deliveries, and then he notices the ring.

You don’t even realise he's seen it. When he goes quiet, you think it's hopefully because he gets the message that you're not interested in talking.

"Did Billy get you that?" Frank asks, eyebrows furrowed, nodding in the direction of the ring.

You know Frank is usually managing other branches in other cities, but you didn't know he was this out of the loop.

"I- you- Billy didn't tell you?" You ask.

Frank raises his eyebrows curiously.

"We- he- I broke up with him." You say quietly.

The elevator opens and you smile stepping out.

"Can I ask why?" Frank's quiet voice follows in step beside you.

Like a deer caught in headlights, you look up at him in shock and surprise.

You're surprised to know he didn't know, but you take a sick satisfaction in telling him. You give Frank every detail you know, watching his face move from astonishment to anger, and you realise that Frank Castle is too good of a man to be associated with Billy.

He's able to calm his anger for a moment.

"Are you okay?" He asks.

You look down at your feet. You can't meet his eyes.

"Yeah I'm fine." You murmur in a light, casual voice, "but I have to get home, so I'll see you around, yeah?"

Frank doesn't leave before taking you into his arms.

The sensation almost breaks you.

You swallow down the lump in your throat, giving him a weak smile as you turn to leave.

When Frank swings on Billy, he aims right for the mouth.

He doesn't stop, but Billy is too quick, and when he swings again, his fist only brushes the side of his head.

"What the fuck, Frank!" Billy shouts, backing away, pressed against his desk, one hand pressed to his mouth where his lips is split and bleeding.

Frank though, is calm, he had time on the elevator ride up to figure out what he was going to say.

"She was probably the best thing to ever happen to a little shit like you." Frank spits.

Billy's eyes widen in realisation. There's a long moment of silence, before Frank can see the pain shine in Billy's eyes.

"I know she was." Billy agrees, dropping his hand from his mouth, letting the blood flow.

"I've never seen someone make you that happy. Hell, Bill, I didn't even know you could get that happy."

Billy's shoulders drop.

"I didn't know how amazing she was, I took the bet, and when I realised... I was planning on staying with her, but..."

"But she found out." Frank finishes for Billy, watching the man nod, blood dripping down his chin.

"I want her back, Frankie." Billy says in such a small voice that Frank can almost blink and see a little boy and not a seasoned soldier.

Frank takes a few steps, and Billy looks at him wearily as he approaches, his eyes are watery, and unsure, but Billy doesn't move, accepting of any punishment Frank wants to dole out.

Instead, Frank wraps his arms around Billy, and he feels Billy let out a broken sob.

"I'm the worst fucking person." Billy says into Frank's shoulder.

"You're not, Bill. You just made a mistake, a bad one. You're not a bad person because of it." Frank says. Billy continues to cry.

His tears and blood soak into Frank's shirt, but it's a small price to pay to support his brother.

"Help me get her back... please."

Frank sighs.

"Bill- it might be too late. She- she's wearin' a ring."

Billy pulls away, mouth parted in shock.

"What do you mean she's wearing a ring?"

#billy russo #ben barnes #billy russo x reader #my writings #billy russo x female reader #the punisher #frank castle

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Enchanted AU: Part 28

Hey Lovlies Enchanted Mondays are a go!!! I love you all so so so much!🥰

Part 1 | Last Chapter

Part 28

Max’s heart clenched at Daniel’s cry for his mother when Grace entered the room. He’d never felt so wretched before. He turned from the hallway to see Michelle standing in his living room staring at him. She didn’t look upset at least, but that also remained to be seen.

“Sorry to barge in like this.” She smiled wryly, “sucks we’re officially meeting under these circumstances.”

Max snorted, that was true. He motioned for her to sit in the couch and all but threw himself in the loveseat. She took him up on the offer, putting her coat and bag on the cushion beside her. She took a deep breath.

“Ok. Let me have it. What’s going on? Daniel didn’t tell me anything.” She eyed him penetratively, as if she could see into his soul. He’d never truly asked Daniel if his whole family was magical, and currently he was beginning to think that while Daniel clearly had the most obvious power, it was highly likely that Michelle’s was more subtle. And powerful.

Max sighed and scratched his eyebrow, “I changed my family’s Christmas plans and lied to him about it. I didn’t want him to feel bad or think he was ruining our plans.”

Michelle huffed, “Why didn’t you just tell him?” Which, fair. Would have saved them all of this. Saved them from having to fly all the way across the world in a panic.

“I panicked.” He shrugged. “He was, of course, looking at me terrified that he’d sabotaged everyone’s holiday, y’know? I didn’t even think, I just texted my mom and sister to come here instead. It was a really easy switch, of course, it wasn’t like, y’know, we’d never holiday’d anywhere else for Christmas before. And everyone was excited.”

Michelle leaned back against the couch cushions and nodded, understanding immediately that Max was just as in love with Daniel as her brother was with him. He was whipped; one look at Daniel’s wide sad boy eyes were enough to rattle this man to his core. She couldn’t help it, she started giggling. Max jolted in surprise, blinking uncomprehendingly.

This was not quite the reaction he was expecting.

Daniel was locked away in his room completely destroyed and not talking to Max and Michelle is laughing. Max had never had an older sister, and he knew that the dynamic was a bit different. But this seemed a bit cruel.

“You guys are so ridiculous.” She gasped before giggling again. And well, Max wished she’d get her bearings quickly because what the hell did she mean by that?

“You are so in love with him it's painful how oblivious you are. I bet your friends roll your eyes at you in italics all the time.” She snorted at her own joke, holding her stomach as it started cramping. She couldn’t wait to unleash that one onto Daniel, he’d get a kick out of it.

Wait, what?

Max watched her with a stupefied expression, even as his brain started going a mile a minute. He wasn’t in love with Daniel. Yes, he liked him and wanted him to stay. Max wanted to go out with him, he thought about their reservation that he hadn’t yet cancelled.

Max got lost in his thoughts, thinking more and more about how happy he had been since he met Daniel. How Daniel’s presence made anything better, how his laugh made Max’s chest warm and seeing him swaying to his internal music or cuddling with the cats made him feel content. And seeing him with Luka and Lio had given him butterflies.

Well shit, he was in love with Daniel.

He knew his flabbergasted expression hadn't let up because Michelle was staring at him with the most smug, shit eating, I told you so grin he had ever seen on a person. Max was suddenly very happy to not have an older sister.

Sassy jumped onto the arm of the loveseat and chirped at him before licking her paw. She also looked very smug, for a cat.

“You too Sass?” Max groaned, feeling like he was being attacked on all sides. “Now that you point it out, it is of course, quite obvious.” He scratched his elbow before pointing his palm in the direction of the bedrooms, specifically the one with the locked door where Daniel was hating Max with all his might. “Yes, I love him, but how is that helpful when he is sad and upset because of me?”

“What?”

Max stumbled out of his chair in surprise, Daniel stood in the middle of the hallway– shell shocked. Grace patted Daniel’s shoulder and walked by him into the living room.

“Michelle, stop teasing him.” She scolded, but Michelle didn’t lose her grin. Grace turned to Max with a soft smile, “I think you two should talk, hmm?” She walked into the kitchen and Jimmy jumped up onto the countertop to watch her, she turned to him; “could you show me where the mugs are?”

Max blinked, barely able to draw his eyes away from how calmly and easily Grace set Jimmy to work, with all the confidence of a woman who was used to helpful animals underfoot. Distantly he once again regretted not asking Daniel if his whole family had magic. Speaking of Daniel, he still stood there in the hallway. He looked just as tired as he had this morning.

“Chelle, I need your help.” Grace called, clearly trying to distract her daughter from watching Max and Daniel like they were her new favourite soap opera. Michelle got up with a grumble which sprung Max into action. He walked quickly over to Daniel as if giving him time to think would send him scurrying back into his room. Fair.

Daniel watched Max; still stupefied, stunned, speechless. His mouth hung open in a small ‘o’.

“Can we talk?” Max asked hesitantly, Daniel closed and opened his mouth for a breath or two before just nodding. Exhaling gratefully, Max led him back down the hall to his sim room. He closed the door behind them and watched as Daniel sat in the couch and bit his cuticle nervously.

Daniel stared unseeingly at Max, he didn’t believe what he overheard. He must have heard incorrectly. Max didn’t love him.

“I’m sorry.” Max said, he paced the length of the room from the door to the sim chair. It was maybe a few meters, just enough that any conversation in the hallway wouldn’t interrupt Max on the sim. Daniel watched him through his lashes.

“Of course, I didn’t mean for you to hear that–” Max muttered and Daniel valiantly fought his disappointment.

“Yeah, sure.” Daniel whispered, nodding his bowed head. It was exactly as he thought, it made sense.

“And I’m sorry for everything– I shouldn’t have. I panicked and–” Max continued, running his hand through his hair, wishing he had a cap to play with the brim of.

Daniel felt the acute stab of his dismay and choked down the suffocating feeling. Of course. Of course. Daniel clenched his eyes shut, he clenched his toes and his fingers. Anything to keep his anguish in. He felt like it was pouring off of him like heat waves, like smoke from a too hot pan. Max was still pacing and talking about how all of this was just a mistake and misunderstanding and Daniel bit his tongue.

He watched as Max came to a stop by his sim, he smiled softly and Daniel felt the crack in his heart.

“Yeah I– I understand? Same.” Daniel pressed his lips together in a tight smile, Max’s eyes widened before settling in a happy crinkle. Daniel’s ears buzzed with static. He needed to leave, he needed to get out of there. He stood quickly, ready to bolt and froze when Max’s arms enclosed around him. Daniel shivered and pressed his face into Max’s neck, this felt unnecessarily cruel. But it was also everything he wanted.

When Max pulled away, Daniel smiled that tight smile again and backed up until he got to the door. He gazed at Max one last time before quitting the room. He ignored his sister when she called out for him and instead made a beeline for his room. He walked right into the closet, sliding the door closed behind himself and folded himself in the furthest corner of the dark space.

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Ghostly Visit (Gus Halper! Mischa Bachinski x Sister! Reader)

After the Cyclone incident, you get a visit from someone very familiar…warnings: angst, mentions of death

words: 1369

•••

The nightmares started after that fateful Monday. Waking up in a cold sweat wasn't the worst of it. However, it was the restless nights I spent alone in the cold dingy basement.

There used to be two people down here. Making the best out of a terrible situation. My adopted "parents" hated my brother and I. Despised us even. All because of our mom faking our ages. They didn't get the young children they wanted, but two rage and passion-filled Ukrainian twins.

The screeching of the rollercoaster was still in my ear. Watching the choir members fly off of the rollercoaster and falling to their impending dooms. A part of me feels glad I refused to get on the rollercoaster. But guilty my brother did.

I remember watching his body fly out of the rollercoaster and hit the concrete below. The screams of fair goers. The sickening crack each kid made after falling. It makes me want to-

I shot up from my sleep and ran to the tiny bathroom, vomiting my guts out in the toilet. Coughing a bit, I sat next to the it, sobbing my eyes out quietly. It wasn't fair. Why did he have to die? It should've been me. I should've went on the rollercoaster. I should've...

"Cестра (sister)?" A voice moved past my ears. "The hell..." I mutter, weakly standing on my feet.

"Do not freak out. It's me!" 'Is that...it can't be. Mischa's dead. Get it together, Y/n. You're being paranoid again.'

"Cестра?" The voice called out again, this time taking the shape of a boy. But sort of like a ghost. He was wearing a white button up with a sweater vest. I looked closely and noticed the St. Cassian's Chamber school logo.

"M-Mischa?" I asked, sniffling. "Who else would it be?" He asked, looking at me like I was dumb.

"W-wait...how is this...how is this happening?!" I almost yell, picking up the plunger near me as a weapon, my accent thickening."Really? You are going to fight me with a...." "Plunger!" I whisper-yell. "Right...a plunger? It wouldn't work. I'm a...ghost?"

Yep. That was Mischa alright. "Wait how are you even here right now? Talking to me? In our..."room"? Aren't you dead?" I asked him. "Yes! I am still dead. But a lot has happened. We met some fortune teller. And he knew you were my sister! I do not know how, but he did." I slowly nodded, hoping he would continue telling me this weird story.

"But now I guess...we're choosing someone to come back to life." He got quieter by the last part, but I heard him loud and clear. "Come back to life?! Mischa, that's so cool! Not to be biased or anything, but I think you should. You deserve it the most."

"And go back to that hellhole with our so-called "parents"? No thanks. I'd rather stay dead." My heart dropped at his sudden cold rage. "Mischa- what about Talia?" He stared at me and his face softened. "Talia...my divine Talia...I do not want to leave her, but I don't want the life I've had before."

"Mischa please! I can't keep doing this by myself! They hate me even more since the accident. Please..." I got choked up and was hiccuping over every little word at this point. "Y/n..." "I don't want to live anymore. Not if you aren't there! So PLEASE!" My voice broke and I began to sob quietly.

"соняшник (sunflower), listen to me. I need to do what's best for me. I'm fine with the 18 years I've spent with you. You need to find somewhere else to go. You need to find people that make you happy and find someone you love. Like how my shawty, Talia, and I do." I laughed a little at this comment.

"I truly love you. You were my best friend. My partner in crime. The only other person to leave me mostly positive reviews on my YouTube comment wall. I love you." Tears flowed from my eyes and fell onto my cheeks.

Little sparkles began to form it's way around my twin. "Mischa, what's happening?" I asked, concerned. "Ocean chose someone to live..." I almost jumped up, but contained myself. "And we're all passing onto the afterlife. Except for...I hear her name is Penny." He says. "Penny Lamb? Isn't that the one girl with the brother named Ezra?" I asked confused. "If that is who she is, then yes."

He sniffled a little. "Well this is the last time I think I will see you." A bittersweet smile came onto both of our faces. "I'll miss you, Mi." I said, my vision getting blurred from the tears. "You too, Y/n/n."

"Wait! Mischa, before you go...can you sing me that nursery rhyme that you sang to me all the time when we were younger? The one mom sang before she...died?" He looked down on me and nodded slightly, leaning towards me, giving some ghostly hug and he began to sing.

"Зірко, зірко, мерехти,

Недосяжна в небі mu!

(Star, star, twinkle,

You are faraway in heaven!)

Сяєш ніжно ти мені,

Мов коштовність у пітьмі!

(You shine tenderly for me,

Like a jewel in the dark!)

Зірко, зірко, мерехти,

Недосяжна в небі ти!

(Star, star, twinkle,

You are faraway in heaven!)

Щойно сонечко зайде,

Темрява накриє все.

(As soon as the sun goes down,

Darkness will cover everything.)

Зірко, в небі запалай!

Сон, малят оберігай!

(Star, light up in the sky!

Sleep, baby, beware!)

Зірко, зірко, мерехти,

Недосяжна в небі ти!

(Star, star, twinkle,

You are faraway in heaven!)

He began to sing again, but it sounded more faded, before no sound came at all. I began to doze off and eventually fell asleep under my dingy, thin sheet.

The next time I opened my eyes, it was time for me to go to school. I put on my uniform and did my hair in a decent way, to not make it look like I was just visited by my ghost brother. Before I walk up the basement stairs, something glimmers out of the corner of my eye.

Mischa's fake gold chain he won from some arcade. I take it quickly and put it on, fixing it up a little bit. Using my phone, I pull up my camera and check myself in the reflection.

"Perfect." I breathe out, running up the stairs and gently opening the door, my "father" unlocking it a few minutes ago.

I make my way out the front door and get to school, a memorial standing in the front. Seeing the choir's faces fill my heart with a pang of guilt.

"Um, excuse me?" A girl's voice spoke up. I turn and see a girl around my height with short black hair, freckles, and the brightest green eyes. "Yes?" "I'm sorry, I didn't introduce myself. I'm Penny. Penny Lamb." She holds her hand out for me to shake.

I slowly took her hand, wondering if I was dreaming. "I think you're Mischa's sister, Y/n? You guys look alike." She says fascinated and touching my (h/l), (h/c) hair. "You okay, Penny?" I asked. "Yeah! Actually...no. It's been a week since...ya know, and I wanted to know more about the kids that died. And since you're Mischa's sister, I was wondering if...you could...tell me about him." She asked. "Penny-" "Or don't! You don't have to!" "Penny-" "Forgive me if that was offensive, I know you're planning a funeral and everything-"

"Penny!" I shouted, some kids looking at me weirdly. "It's okay. I would love to tell you about Mischa. I can tell you about some of the other choir kids too like Ocean and Ricky." Her face shows one of shock, but excitement. "Okay! How about we get a coffee or something. At the Blackwood café this afternoon?" She asked.

"I'll see you there." I smile, watching her smile back and run into school. And Mischa's words came into mind:

"You need to find people that make you happy and find someone you love."

Maybe that just might be Penny.

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