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fabulouspotatosister · 4 years

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just for a day

summary: What’s a little acting between friends? If friends was even the right word.

word count: (idk yet man lol ) 3,373

request: Hello! I just wanna say your writing is absolutely amazing! If I may, could I request an 11 x reader where the reader’s friends keep bugging them to get a boyfriend, but they say they already do and they have to ask the Doctor to be their “boyfriend” (kind of like with Clara at the beginning of Time Of The Doctor) and eventually leads to feelings being spilt? If not, that’s perfectly fine!

a/n: this got WAYYY too long and for that i am so sorry lmao. i’m writing and posting this on the same day so if there are many mistakes or it doesn’t make sense that’s on me. anyway, i hope you enjoy this fic!

gif credit: @pavel-chekovs

“You’re back!”

You’d expected screaming. You’d expected yelling, and a fair dose of pterodactyl-esque screeching from the students in your advisory class, but what you weren’t expecting was crying. And lots of it. Nearly every fresh-faced elementary student was in tears, some sobbing quietly and some full-on bawling as soon as you walked through the door.

It was nice, cute even, but honestly a little disconcerting.

“Hi, everyone,” you said, shutting the door carefully behind you. The sight of their crying faces immediately activated your Parent Mode. “Are you all okay?”

“Perfectly fine!” Marih chirped, president of the class and therefore a little more levelheaded than the rest, which earned her a handful of disagreeing sighs. “What? Guys, you look ridiculous crying,” she continued, as she wiped her cheeks with the back of her palms and gave you a toothy grin. “We’re just happy you’re here again.”

You smiled at her, and reached out to pat the top of her head. “That’s great and all, but it’s like you guys haven’t seen me in ages.”

A heavy silence fell over the whole class. You saw students shift in their seats and look down at the floor, suddenly very interested in their black school shoes. Even Jaden, the class’s resident troublemaker, didn’t say a word. Marih cringed, ran a hand through her long dark hair, and smoothed the front of her checkered uniform.

“How long have I been gone?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. Marih seemed to cringe away at the question. “I thought I was only travelling for a week!”

“Actually,” Marih said, stretching out the word, “you’ve been gone for three months?”

Your mouth fell open. You stared at her for a moment, dumbfounded, before you dug into your pocket and fished out your phone – she was right, it had been exactly three months and a week since you’d left the school to go travelling.

You groaned. “Oh, I’m going to kill him.”

By travelling, you meant time travelling and by him you meant the Doctor. The madman in a box that you’d run off with. You had let him turn your life upside down in the best way possible since he dragged you into the TARDIS, with his stupidly gorgeous smile and eyes and – you were getting off topic. Now you were plotting the murder of the man that you would consider to be the most incredible thing that had ever happened to you.

“Hey, ma’am?” came a soft voice from the front of the room. Karyll, with her tied-back hair and glasses, looked up at you from her seat. “Why are you looking like you’re going to kill someone?”

“’Cause I am,” you said cheerily, shoving your phone back into your pocket. Oh, you were going to have words with him, and they would most definitely not be nice ones. “Have I missed anything big? Were you nice to my substitute?”

A collective wave of disagreement swept over the class, and you couldn’t help but let a smile slip onto your face. These were your babies after all, and if you’d really been gone for three months then they were sorely missing their Second Mom.

Maybe the tears weren’t that much of a surprise after all.

“Okay, good morning everyone! Now, if we’re still on schedule, and I really hope we are, we should be talking about integers…”

The late afternoon sun drifted through the curtains of your classroom, filling the room with an almost hazy glow as you sat with your best friends in a haphazard circle of desks. Your kids had all gone home already, and a little pile of flowers and chocolates sat neatly on your shelves, right beside your lesson plan folders.

Denise leaned forward to look at them, her curly hair falling over her face. She was the elementary students’ science teacher, and was so well-organized it was almost inhuman. She would have liked the planet where everything was arranged alphabetically, you thought.

“I’m jealous, my students never give me gifts,” she said as she leaned away. “Sis, where have you even been?”

“Long story,” you replied, and it was. You weren’t sure if you could fit everything you’d been through – travelling through time, going to planets lightyears away, and of course all of the near-death experiences – into a story that you could tell in under an hour, and you weren’t going to try.

“And you’ve been travelling? By yourself?” Julianne, an arts teacher, raised her eyebrows at you from behind her laptop. “God, that’s lonely. Oh – unless…” Her calm expression morphed into something truly evil in your line of work – mischievousness. “Unless you had someone with you.”

“I mean –” Oh no, this was going to be hard to get out of. “I mean, I wasn’t alone,” you said, hoping the smile on your face was enough to mask your utter fear. You knew exactly where Julianne was going and you hated it. “I was with someone.”

“Ooh,” Julianne said, her grin growing so sly it was sending shivers up your spine. “You’ve been gone three months, has anything happened between you and your travel buddy?”

Heat rushed to your face. If you were a cartoon character steam would be pouring from your ears. “Why would you say something like that?”

Julianne shrugged. “We’ve been telling you to get a boyfriend for so long. You said you’d be gone a week, and then you disappear for three months… that kinda says something, don’t you think, Denise?”

“Definitely.” Denise grinned, and you shot her a helpless look.

“We’re doing this because we love you,” Julianne sang. The light from her laptop was enough to make her look absolutely menacing. “So? Travel buddy? Or more than that?”

The Doctor wasn’t just a travel buddy, and he was so much more than that – but you hadn’t found the words for what he meant to you, at least not yet. Companion was enough for you and him, but even then, there was a weight to that word. And there was definitely a weight to your partnership, but you wouldn’t call it… dating.

Julianne simply waggled her perfectly shaped eyebrows at you. You swallowed. You and the Doctor were a long story too, and Julianne wasn’t going to be happy with “maybe” for an answer.

The words were out of your mouth before you could stop yourself. “Fine, he’s my boyfriend!”

I want to crawl into a hole and die was your inner monologue, and your background music was Julianne and Denise’s raucous laughter. I want to crawl into a hole and never have to face the world ever again.

Smash cut to you, standing nervously in your bedroom, gripping your phone so tightly you were sure it was going to break. Your plans of killing the Doctor for dropping you off late would have to wait. The phone rung once, twice, and you chewed your lip. If he was in the Time Vortex, any version of him could answer the phone and you couldn’t deal with that on top of everything, not today at least –

“Hello?”

You heaved a sigh of relief at the sound of the Doctor, your Doctor’s voice. “Help?” you squeaked out.

“Help?” the Doctor repeated. There was a blaring noise, and then the sound of electricity crackling. Something fizzled and popped, and the Doctor shouted something that sounded like a swear. “Oh, shut it – you – sorry, sorry. You were saying?”

“Uh, where are you right now? Are you somewhere?” you asked.

“I’m not somewhere, I’m drifting! Right above Earth, approximately right where you are,” he said. You could hear the smile in his voice. It quelled your anxiety somewhat. “I’m doing maintenance. Agh – ow! I think I can see the roof of your house through the clouds, unless that’s someone else’s house. What color is your roof?”

You giggled. “It’s brown. You’re in the same time as me?”

“’Course I am,” the Doctor said. You heard the clanging sound of metal being dropped. “I never left.”

The Doctor liked to run off on his own when you were home and have his own mini-adventures. He liked to come back and say he’d spent his time with alien royalty, or something like that. But instead he was staying put, he was waiting, for you. It made the next part so much harder.

“I need you to be my boyfriend,” you said quickly, covering your burning face with your free hand.

“Oh,” the Doctor said simply. Another clang.

Oh? “Just for a day,” you coughed. “I kind of said that I had a boyfriend, and that he was my travel buddy, and now my friends kind of want to meet you. It’s my grade’s family day tomorrow, maybe you could, uh, show up?”

“And be your boyfriend,” the Doctor said.

You nodded, then, “And be my boyfriend. Just for the day. You never have to show up again.”

There was a beat of silence, and for a second you thought the Doctor was going to say no – he had every right to, of course, and you could just lie and say that he couldn’t show up – but the Doctor laughed, cheerful and warm. “Ding-dong! Okay! What time tomorrow? I have to study, I’m a bit rusty in places.”

Your mouth fell open for the second time in twenty-four hours. “You’re serious?”

“Very! Any pet name preferences?”

You groaned loudly, and the Doctor laughed again. “Shut up!”

“Alright, alright. Guess I’ll have to do my own research.”

There was another moment of silence, and when the Doctor spoke again, it was much softer, much less playful. His voice almost sounded fond. “Goodnight?”

“Goodnight, Doctor,” you said softly, and the call cut off with a series of short beeps.

Was it a surprise that you barely slept at all? You had spent the whole night with your imagination running at full capacity, your mind latching onto every single thought and concept it could come up with. You slipped in and out of sleep, lying still in bed whenever a possibility popped into your head. To say you were nervous was the understatement of the year – but what was a little acting between friends?

If friends was the right word for it.

You waited for the Doctor behind the school, leaning against the concrete wall and watching the TARDIS fade into this plane. Wind blew into your face as the TARDIS groaned and wheezed, eventually materializing in front of you.

“I’m not late, am I?” the Doctor said, sticking his head out of the TARDIS doors. He grinned widely, his hair falling into his face. You grinned back at him and pushed yourself off the wall.

“You’re early, which is a first,” you said. The Doctor frowned at you, stepped carefully out of the TARDIS, and frowned some more. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“I think I’ve earned the right to look at you however I’d like,” the Doctor huffed, adjusting his bowtie. He’d ditched the tweed for the day, it seemed, going with a long green coat that annoyingly complimented his eyes. The frown didn’t last very long, though, because he went right back to grinning brightly at you. He held out his elbow in your direction. “Shall we?”

“Here’s the lucky girl,” Julianne cooed as you walked into the empty canteen. All the tables were pushed aside to make space for all the games you’d be playing – in the corner of your eye, you saw the Doctor light up at the sight of all of the streamers and balloons. “And here’s the lucky boy – oh my god, Denise.”

“What?” Denise popped up from behind a large speaker, then blanched. “Oh, now I’m double jealous.”

The Doctor pulled away from you to lightly kiss both of Julianne’s cheeks in greeting. Julianne looked positively starstruck when he stepped back to stand beside you, quickly waving Denise over. Denise had her mouth hanging open, still clutching a microphone in her hands.

“Hi,” you said, gesturing at the Doctor, “here’s my boyfriend.”

The Doctor raised his hand and smiled. “Hello! I’m John Smith, lovely to meet you both. You’re my girlfriend’s girl friends, I assume?”

“Uh –” Denise blinked owlishly. “Yeah, we are.” Then, quietly and to herself, “Holy moly.”

You couldn’t help but grin at their flabbergasted faces. The Doctor rested his hand on the small of your back, and you leaned into his touch as if it was the most normal thing in the universe. That was enough to make Denise stumble into Julianne, who barely even reacted, as she was still staring wide-eyed at the both of you.

“I think we caught them off guard,” you said. The Doctor chuckled and leaned down to kiss the top of your head.

“You did when we met, sweetheart,” the Doctor said smoothly. Sweetheart echoed in your ears and bounced off the walls of your already racing mind. Your heart stuttered in your chest. That was bad.

“Oh, are we doing charm now?” you asked. “Are you trying to be charming?”

“I did say I would study,” the Doctor said.

“You guys are insufferable,” Denise said, but she was beaming at you. “If you could get your hands off of your travel buddy for just a few minutes, I need help with the mics, the families are gonna be here any minute…”

Her voice trailed off as she walked back to the speaker. You stood on your tiptoes to kiss the Doctor’s cheek, feeling his skin heat up underneath your lips. “See you later.”

“…See you,” the Doctor echoed, and bent down to kiss your cheek too. He turned on his heel and walked towards the decorations, softly muttering, “Ooh, balloons! Love a good balloon…”

You stared at him for longer than you should have, watching him poke and prod at the balloons lying on the tables. He put his face very close to one and smiled at his reflection in the plastic. Affection welled up in your chest, and a tiny smile slipped onto your face.

“Look at you, you’re smiling at him,” Julianne chimed, sidling up to you and nudging your side. “That’s disgusting.”

“Says the girl who said I needed to get a boyfriend,” you shot back.

The Doctor went still for a little bit and turned to face you, smiled and winked, then went right back to inspecting balloons. Julianne made a strangled noise, and you made one too. So he was doing charm, and you hated to admit that it was absolutely working on you.

“I meant to say disgustingly adorable,” Julianne said. “You’re so lucky.”

You gave him another glance as you walked away to help Denise with the mics – “help with the mics” was apparently code for “I’m going to tease you more about your new boyfriend” which wasn’t helped by the fact that every so often, the Doctor would look in your direction and just smile, which was enough to make you stumble over your own words and give Denise more teasing fodder.

The parents and their kids eventually filed into the canteen and you flipped into Teacher Mode. You stood next to your students, pinched their cheeks and then greeted all of the parents and got everyone ready for the program. (You didn’t notice how the Doctor mirrored you, standing a little far away and watching, a dumb smile on his face.)

Julianne and Denise were the emcees for the family day, big smiles on their faces as they rounded up everyone for the games. At the mere mention of games, the Doctor was back at your side at an instant, his eyes glittering with excitement.

“Please don’t destroy the kids,” you pleaded.

“No promises,” he replied, and then proceeded to destroy the kids in most of the games.

The first game had Julianne call out for whoever could bring an item of her choice to the table – the Doctor, with his coat that was surely bigger on the inside, had no trouble pulling out whatever was asked. Even when Julianne started to test the waters and ask for increasingly insane items, the Doctor just kept going. He jumped in joy like a little kid at the win, bounding up to you and pressing a kiss to your cheek. You’d just blushed and smiled, ignoring the butterflies that were multiplying in your stomach.

The Doctor holding your hand wasn’t new. The Doctor being close to you wasn’t new. The Doctor being affectionate with you wasn’t new. But now it was all under the guise of being your boyfriend. Of course it felt different, but to your surprise and growing horror, it didn’t feel bad.

The Doctor shouting your name snapped you out of your thoughts. He was standing on a piece of newspaper as Denise started to get music ready, waving his arms to beckon you over. His coat was gone, thrown onto a nearby table, and even without it he was dashing.

“I need you over here!” he yelled, still jumping excitedly. His hair bounced up and down with the movement. “I need a partner!”

You let your feet carry you to him, trying to ignore the stares pointed your way. The Doctor took your hand in his and pulled you onto the newspaper.

“Stay close,” the Doctor said. “I’ve got this.”

Loud, thumping music filled the air. The Doctor spun you around and you squealed in surprise, moving your feet clumsily to the music. Suddenly, it stopped, and the Doctor pulled you back onto the newspaper. It was a tight fit, and you had to press yourself against his body to even stay standing. The butterflies in your stomach went crazy at the contact, and once again you tried to ignore that, too.

“What did I say?” the Doctor breathed, his breath tickling your ear, his smile wide and manic. “Let’s dance!”

The paper got smaller and smaller, and the two of you got closer and closer. Sweat started to bead on your forehead, and the Doctor had rolled his sleeves up in the middle of all the chaos. In the end, it was just you and another pair of parents, tiptoeing on their own folded pieces of newspaper.

“I’ve got an idea,” the Doctor said, his voice loud over the music. “When the music stops, jump into my arms.”

“Seriously?!” you shouted, and the Doctor nodded enthusiastically. “You’ve got the balance of a drunk giraffe! You’ll drop me!”

“Do you trust me?” the Doctor asked.

There wasn’t any question. “I do!”

“Then jump!”

The music stopped, and in the split second where the Doctor stepped onto the now-tiny folded newspaper, you ran and leapt. For a moment, it seemed like he wouldn’t be able to catch you at all, and in your mind you could already see it – you crashing into him and sending you both tumbling to the floor.

The Doctor’s arms shot out and caught you. Cheers erupted from everyone in the canteen, and behind you your competitors both lost their balance and fell face-first onto the floor. You wrapped your arms around the Doctor’s neck to steady yourself in his arms, feeling him shake slightly as he kept you aloft.

“We won!” you gasped, still basking in all of the cheering. “As expected from my lovely boyfriend.”

The words left your mouth as easily as breathing. You smiled up at the Doctor, breathless from all of the dancing. His skin shone with sweat, his hair was a mess, and his bowtie was askew, but even that was enough to make you throw all caution to the wind – still in his arms, you pulled him down and kissed him.

Cheers erupted from everyone again, but you could care less. The room could be empty and nothing would have changed. As cliché as it sounded, all the mattered was the feeling of the Doctor’s lips against yours. Your hands found their way into his hair and he melted into your touch, pulling you closer to him.

“You know,” the Doctor breathed as he pulled away, “I don’t want this to be just for a day.”

“Good,” you replied. You leaned up to press a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Because I don’t either.”

#doctor who #doctor who x reader #eleventh doctor x reader #11th doctor x reader #doctor who fanfiction #eleventh doctor fanfiction #oh god i spend too long on the intro for this i'm so sorry

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wickedbxtchofthewest · 3 years

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The Girl in the Bakery (Part 1)

It was another one of those days where Adrien Agreste just wanted to be someone else. Even with the glamorous lifestyle that came with his last name, there wasn’t anything that could outweigh Adrien’s craving of freedom. His entire life had been presented to him on a silver platter, except for the fateful day he received a black and red box. With Chat Noir, his superhero alter-ego, nothing stood in the way of being able to go wherever he wanted.

Maybe with the exception of Ladybug—not that he minded the hold that his partner-in-crime had on him. It was hard not to follow Ladybug anywhere she went, as her confident energy and natural leadership made her addicting to be around.

She truly was the perfect woman in Adrien’s eyes. Beautiful, courageous, selfless, determined, yet stubborn, strict, and utterly irresistible. Ladybug was also a good kisser, not that Adrien would remember. The heroine in red had completely captured the heart of Paris, as well as her second in command.

Rarely had Adrien been let out of the prison he called his home; however, with the powers of his miraculous, it was easy for him to escape out his window and into the world. He didn’t enjoy having to transform anytime he wanted fresh air, but it was the only way he wasn’t followed by his bodyguard or his father’s assistant, Nathalie. All he had to do was leave the record player on, echoing out the sound of Chopin or Beethoven, and he would get away with a few hours of free time.

Usually, once Chat Noir’s feet hit the concrete of a deserted alleyway, he would turn back into Adrien and carry on his merry way--maybe take a walk through the park, get some ice cream, and avoid paparazzi as much as he could. But on this particular day, his leather suited counterpart seemed more appealing. Perhaps he was hoping to catch Ladybug on a daytime patrol or wanted to scale the Eiffel Tower, but something about staying Chat Noir just felt right.

He launched himself from roof to roof, occasionally waving at those who spotted him. His black ensemble made it harder for him to be seen due to the sky growing dark, but his green eyes and small yelps of joy made it very obvious to citizens which hero was out. Perched on the Louvre, Chat Noir hummed softly to himself. “Little kitty on the roof, all alone without his lady…”

“Chaton?” a voice spoke, ringing into the air with a sweet tone. Chat’s eyes darted up, settling on the blue eyed beauty standing behind him. A genuine grin stretched across his face, before replacing it with a smirk. Standing up quickly, Chat’s hand engulfed Ladybug’s and he pressed his lips to her knuckles in a playful kiss.

“Good evening Bugaboo,” Chat said, bowing slightly in a joking manner. “Nice of you to join me on this beautiful night.”

Ladybug rolled her eyes before taking a seat and gesturing for Chat to sit back down next to her. “It’s nice to see you too, kitty. But I can’t stay for long.”

Chat Noir’s smile fell before plopping himself next to his lady and clearing his throat. “Are you busy tonight?” he asked, realizing the disappointment in his voice. “Not that I can’t handle patrol by myself! And if there’s something you need to do, you can totally go do that.”

A light-hearted giggled escaped Ladybug’s mouth. “As much as I appreciate your concern, you know I can’t tell you to pro-”

“-tect our identities. I know. But you know that I care about you even without the mask. Whoever’s behind there, I still lo-” he cut himself off. “All I’m trying to say is that it’s not the end of the world if I know one detail about you. The real you.”

Ladybug stared at Chat for a few silent seconds, her lips pressed together in contemplation. She sighed, choosing her words carefully. Even though she knew it was a bad idea, something about his tone made her give in. “You know the bakery over on 12 Rue Gotlib?”

Chat nodded. His mom used to love their stuff. It was a rare treat he received, usually after more draining photoshoots, coming home to a box of chocolate croissants from Tom & Sabine Boulangerie Patisserie. After his mother’s passing, he hadn’t even thought of the small business. A sudden craving for sweets came over him.

“Well, sometimes I help out over there. I’m not an employee or anything, but the owners let me take care of the smaller tasks. Like delivering cakes or working the register,” she said, her voice turning less professional and more care-free. A soft expression blossomed on her face, making Chat’s heart melt.

Finally. He knew something about the woman he was so helplessly in love with. It wasn’t much, but it was a start. It was enough. Chat smiled. “Thank you for telling me. You can go if you need. I can handle it if Mr.Pigeon gets akumatized again.”

Ladybug laughed. He loved her laugh. “See you later kitty! Bug out!” And then she was gone.

Chat found himself staring after her with a lovesick smile. “Bye m’lady.”

Clearing his throat, Chat turned around and once again started jumping from roof to roof. Landing on top of his own manor, he was about to swing back into his room, but a sudden hunger stopped him. He knew Nathalie would call him to supper soon, but if he was going to end up eating alone, he was at least going to eat something he wanted.

Not that he disliked the meals provided to him by his chef, but the diets and cleanses got a little overwhelming at times. And he’d be lying if he said he didn’t miss the taste of a certain flaky, delicious pastry.

Before he could even process what he was doing, Chat felt himself making his way to 12 Rue Gotlib. Staring at the lit up windows and catching a whiff of the sweet aroma, he suddenly dropped down and was standing in front of the cute building. Peeking inside through the glass door, Chat caught a glimpse of a girl sitting at the counter, idly doodling in a notebook.

Something about her--her eyes, her dreamy intensity she had aimed at whatever she was drawing, or the way she looked like she needed someone to talk to-- drew him in. Chat’s breath got caught in his throat as she glanced up, causing him to dart into the dark shadows beside the building. He thought for a moment.

“Plagg, claws in.”

The small kwami that was just in his ring shot out. “Adrien? What are you doing?”

“I just wanted to go in for something to eat. I promise I’ll be quick,” Adrien entreated, looking at his supernatural friend with pleading eyes.

Plagg sighed. “Fine. But once we get home, I want cheese,” he said before going to hide in Adrien’s overshirt.

Adrien took a deep breath and smiled--and in he went.

The girl in the bakery looked up from her notebook, immediately closing the book in front of her and smiling politely. “Hi! How can I help you?” Her voice was as sweet as the atmosphere around them. The way her eyes sparkled made it impossible to look away. She was gorgeous.

Adrien smiled back at her, taking extra careful steps. She looked so delicate that the blond couldn’t help but put extra effort into being as gentle with every movement. “Hello,” he finally said. His tone was soft, and made his voice sound more silky.

Adrien’s eyes wandered around the small bakery, everything looking delectable. His mouth watered with every new item he noticed.Then he saw the chocolate croissants. His finger pressed against the glass directly in front of them. “Two please.”

The girl nodded. She grabbed a box and a bag and began packing Adrien’s order. Meanwhile, Adrien racked his brain trying to think of something to say. But before he could even come up with a coherent thought, the girl was already handing him the bag. “It’s on me. You look like you’ve had a rough day. I hope it gets better.”

Adrien stared wordlessly at her. “Oh, thank you. I just haven’t been here in years, so it’s a little strange being back.”

The girl hummed in response before speaking. “Why’d you stop coming?”

“My mom died.”

Adrien mentally slapped himself in the face. The slightly taken back expression on the girl made him feel even worse.

But then she returned to the kind smile she had before. “I’m sorry for your loss. Feel free to come in anytime, okay? I’ll have a warm croissant ready for you every time.”

He stared at her. “I...never got your name.”

“Marinette. Yours?” She looked back at him expectedly.

“Adrien. Adrien Agreste,” he replied a smile finally painting itself back on his face.

“Adrien? Like from that one ad?” she asked, giggling.

Adrien laughed along with her. “Yeah, exactly like the one from the ad.”

Then a woman walked in from the other room, looking like an older version of Marinette. Probably her mother, Adrien thought.

“Well, it was nice to meet you Adrien. Hopefully I’ll see you again, goodnight.” Marinette waved, before disappearing behind the wall guarding what seemed to be the kitchen. Adrien waved back, not that she could see him do so. Without another word, Adrien left.

He walked back to his home while the sun set behind him. Plagg floated alongside his companion with a knowing smile. He knew who Adrien just met, and it killed Plag that he couldn’t tell anyone.

It was maybe 7 P.M. and Adrien knew someone would probably check on him soon. The bag of boxed croissants hung around his wrist, tempting him to eat one right there. But he waited.

“Plagg, claws out.”

The small black cat had a look of dread before he was sucked back into the silver ring. Once Adrien was back as Chat noir, he jumped to his room just in time to hear a knock on his bedroom door. “Adrien? Time for dinner.”

“I’ll be right out!” he yelled before transforming back and heaving out a held breath. The croissants were set on his desk and he readjusted himself. Plagg flew out, his intentioned set on the mini-fridge filled with camembert.

Well he’s all set, Adrien thought as he opened his door and started downstairs. His thoughts were filled with celebrations. Today was a good day.

(Quick Author’s Note: Hi! Okay, this took me hours to write but I think I;m okay with it. Sorry for no Marichat in this part, but I wanted to set up a relationship between Marinette and Adrien first so he has a reason to visit her in the first place. Hope you enjoyed!)

#miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #miraculous fanfic #miraculous ladybug #miraculous fandom #ladynoir #adrienette #marichat

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sunshineandaisies · 3 years

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Tuesday

Words: ~3.3k

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: language, mentions of blood/injury, a tad bit angsty?

Note: I haven’t written anything new in the marvel fandom for 4+ years now, so this is me dipping my toes back into it before I start working on new series that I have planned. And because I hate myself sometimes, I decided to write something for a character I’ve never written for, our smol bean peter. Hopefully I did okay???

A typical Tuesday for you was, well, normal.

You’d go to school, mildly pay attention in class, and do your best to stay out of whatever drama was currently overtaking the halls of Midtown High. When the final bell of the day rang, you walked home with your headphones in, playing loud music to drown out the sounds of the city. You’d get home from school, maybe have a less than healthy snack, and watch a random television program until your mom was trying to pull you away from the couch for dinner. After dinner was eaten - and the dishes were cleaned and drying, because you needed that weekly allowance money - you shut yourself in your room to work on homework and to subsequently procrastinate that homework by playing mobile games on your phone. Usually, you’d end up falling asleep with one of your textbooks open to the page you’d been in the middle of reading and with your phone slowly dying in your hand because Candy Crush was lighting up your screen and draining the battery.

Pretty uneventful, right?

This Tuesday, however, was anything but uneventful.

You should’ve known from the moment that Peter Parker spilled chocolate milk on your white top at lunch that the day was going to be anything but your typical Tuesday. It only got worse when he shoved a handful of napkins onto your chest, dabbing at the stain while stammering and blushing and being so frustratingly cute that you couldn’t bring yourself to yell at him for practically pawing at your chest in the middle of the cafeteria.

It didn’t end there.

Your locker jammed between fifth and sixth period, preventing you from grabbing the calculus assignment that you had spent hours trying to complete over the weekend and making you unable to turn it in on time. The worn strap of your backpack finally broke on your walk home from school, and you were forced to carry the heavy bag in your arms, making the limbs numb and tingly by the time you finally reached your apartment. Your mom had picked up a rare night shift at the hospital at the last minute, leaving you to fend for yourself for dinner – which, in normal circumstances, would have been fine, but the Moroccan place down the street that you ordered from had given you the wrong food and you were too hungry to call them and have the order corrected.

You figured that would be the end of it. You figured that there was absolutely no way that anything could go wrong as you spent the rest of your evening actually working on homework, sprawled lazily across your bed, and bopping your head in time to the music coming through your headphones.

Oh, how wrong you were.

It had to be nearing midnight when you were startled from your chemistry homework by the sound of banging on the fire escape outside your window. You paused your music, slightly startled and more than a little confused. Sure, there were occasionally stray cats that somehow found their way to the metal platform outside your window, and sure, sometimes those cats where assholes and pushed each other around every now and then – but this…that thump either came from a very, very large cat, or someone was outside your room.

You got your answer when a very sweaty, very tired looking Peter Parker stumbled through your window and landed face down on the floor, groaning softly. Your mouth soundlessly opened and closed, opened and closed, opened and closed as you tried to find your words, but the Spider-Man suit that he wore and the red mask clutched tightly in his hand had left you absolutely speechless.

You easily stared at him for five minutes, trying to process what had just happened. Did Peter Parker really just crawl through your window and then pass out on your floor? Was Peter Parker fucking Spider-Man? Was Spider-Man – the Spider-Man – in your bedroom? Did Spider-Man touch your boobs today?

“What the fuck?” you finally spoke, startling Peter as he looked up at you with wide chocolate eyes before panic sunk in and he jumped up to his feet abruptly, which in turn only served to startle you more and make you repeat, “What the fuck?”

“Y/N?” he asked, as if he wasn’t sure that it was truly you that sat in front of him. “Shit, shit, shit,” he muttered as he started to pace, pulling at his hair nervously. “Mr. Stark is gonna kill me.” He glanced back up you, eyes still wide. “This isn’t what it looks like.”

“It looks like you’re Spider-Man,” you countered, eyes flitting over the tight suit before focusing on the mask in his hand. “You’re Spider-Man, Peter.”

“Okay, so- so maybe it is what it looks like, but I-” He cut himself off, and you could tell that he’s struggling to explain the entire thing away. Finally, he sighed. “Okay, yes. I’m Spider-Man, but you can’t tell anyone. Please, Y/N. No one else can know about this.”

You nodded slowly, abandoning your textbook and sitting at the edge of your bed as you stared at one another awkwardly. “Don’t tell anyone. Got it. But, like… Are you- Can I ask questions?”

“Um, yeah, I- I guess.” You watched him scratch the back of his neck nervously as his checks tinted pink. “Ask away.”

“First question – why are you in my room?” It seemed like the obvious question to ask. If Peter – Spider-Man – hadn’t crawled through your window in the first place, you wouldn’t even need to ask him any questions at all.

You had to bite back a laugh as you watched his eyes widen momentarily as he finally took in his surroundings, his gaze lingering on the few photos you had of you and your friends hanging on the walls and the stack of books that sat on your desk just waiting to be read. “Your room? I, uh- To be fair, when I crawled through the window, I thought it was my room.” You opened your mouth to interject, but he continued, “I live here. Well, not here, here, but in this building. With my aunt May. We live here. In this building. I must’ve swung to the wrong fire escape.”

“Swung?” you asked, his explanation providing more questions than answers. “Like with your webs?” He nodded, his eyes never leaving yours. “And you swing around the city and fight bad guys?” Another nod. “You’re Spider-Man.”

He paused, as if thinking his answer through. “Yeah.”

“This is wild,” you commented more to yourself, leaning in closer and poking at the material of his suit. He stayed completely still as you prodded the suit some more, feeling the thick fabric beneath the pads of your fingertips. You let out a short laugh and looked up at him, repeating, “You’re Spider-Man.” You laughed freely then, and the little smile he gave you was enough to make your heart pound wildly in your chest. “Don’t worry,” you assured him once the laughter died down, “your secret’s safe with me, Parker.”

You could almost feel the tension and nervous energy leave his body, and you watched as his shoulders slumped forward, finally relaxed since he first realized that you saw him as Spider-Man. “Thank you, Y/N. I know I’m asking a lot, but I- It’s really important.”

You smiled. “Don’t worry about it, Parker. My lips are sealed.” You mimed zipping your lips and locking them before throwing away the key, and it made a small burst of laughter escape his lips. “Besides, you have more things to worry about than me telling the world that you double as a superhero after school hours. Like our Spanish test in first period tomorrow.”

“Spanish test t- Shit!” You watched his eyes widen again at the reminder of the test that you both had to take in eight hours, and you couldn’t help but laugh as he quickly scrambled towards the window. Halfway through your window, he glanced back at you with a soft smile curling his lips. “I, uh- Thanks again, Y/N.”

“You’re welcome, Spider-Man.” You winked, and he was gone, crawling up the wall to the fire escape above yours. You crouched down at your window and listened for a moment longer as the sounds of Peter hauling his body over the rails of the fire escape and the opening of a different window – presumably his – echoed through the alley between your apartment building and the building next to it. Knowing that he’d be able to hear you, you called out, “Goodnight, Peter,” and shut your window.

After that night, your typical Tuesday was anything but normal.

Your mom started to regularly work night shifts on Tuesdays, and while there were no more mishaps with incorrect takeout orders, no more chocolate milk spilt on shirts, and no more jammed lockers, there was Spider-Man.

Peter was quick to realize that every Tuesday night, you would leave your window slightly open just for him regardless of how cold the autumn air outside was. Some nights, he crawled through your window as early as eight. Other nights, you didn’t see him until nearly midnight. Some nights, you would spend hours going over chemistry and calculus homework with him – because, seriously, Peter Parker may just be the smartest sixteen-year-old you’ve ever met – and discussing his latest superhero escapades. Other nights, you simply sat together on your bed, sharing candy as you talked about school, friends, family, and everything else that happened to come up in the course of your conversation.

The easy friendship you had formed with Peter had confused a few people, to say the least.

His best friend, Ned, had openly stared at you with wide eyes the first day you sat beside Peter in the cafeteria, and your friends looked at you with confused expressions before quickly following suit and taking a seat at the table. MJ – who you thankfully already had somewhat of a tentative friendship with thanks to a history project during freshman year – simply lifted her gaze to you, shrugged her shoulders in greeting, and returned to the book she was reading. Flash was quick to make a mean comment about Peter once he noticed you and your friends sitting at the table, but after you made a passing threat of sharing his Spider-Man fanfiction with the school, he scurried back to his own table with his tail between his legs.

Peter, though. Peter looked at you with such a tender expression that made your heart flutter uncontrollably in your chest and your cheeks flood with warmth as you settled into your seat beside him. You playfully knocked your shoulder against his and made a quip about Spanish class that made him laugh before falling into easy conversation with the others, though your mind never drifted far from the way that your thigh was pressed against Peter’s or the way that his pinky finger would occasionally brush over yours.

That first day you sat with Peter in the cafeteria had a domino effect. Over the course of a few weeks, you spent an increasing amount of time with Peter, both during school and outside of school hours. You walked home from school with Peter every day (or at least every day that he didn’t disappear for Spider-Man duties); you joined him, Ned, and MJ for movie nights on Fridays; and you even had dinner with Peter and May on the rare nights that you spent hours studying in Peter’s bedroom rather than alone in yours.

But the domino effect didn’t stop at just changing how you typically spent your days.

Without any warning, you found yourself falling painfully in love with the nerdy boy that lived in the apartment above yours and that masqueraded as a crime fighting superhero in the evening and on weekends (though you knew that if he were really needed during school hours, he would find an excuse to disappear from class for as long as Spider-Man was needed).

You thought about telling Peter, you really did. Every time he crawled through your window, a wide smile on his face and his cheeks tinted pink from the exertion of swinging through the city, you thought about telling him how he made your heart race in the best way. Every time his fingers brushed against your arm as you walked home or across your fingers as you sat in the cafeteria, your thought about telling him how he made your skin tingle pleasantly with just the slightest touch. Every time he appeared at your place with sandwiches from Delmar’s and spent hours on your couch watching old sitcoms, you thought about telling him how moments like that were what made you happiest.

You thought about telling Peter, but you never found the courage to speak up.

Your friendship with Peter was too valuable to risk losing it because of your feelings, and you didn’t miss the way that he would look at MJ when she wasn’t paying attention, the way that he would go out of his way to speak to her in the halls between classes, the way that he seemed so in tuned to everything that she was doing and saying. Your feelings would fade eventually, so you kept them to yourself and told yourself you were content with just friendship.

It was only fitting that it was a Tuesday night when everything changed nearly three months after Peter mistakenly crawled through your window.

Despite the December chill and the light dusting of snow on the fire escape outside your window, you left the window cracked open just enough for Peter to easily pull it open and crawl inside. It may have made your room almost unbearably cold, but it was nothing that fuzzy socks, a comfy sweatshirt, and a heated blanket couldn’t fix.

It was later than usual when Peter finally arrived, stumbling through your window when he finally managed to open and it, and it didn’t escape your notice that his fingers had left bloody streaks on the glass pane of the window.

“Peter!” You heart leapt to your throat as you scrambled from your bed to support him, and he slumped forward, struggling to stay on his feet. “Pete, c’mon. Talk to me. What’s wrong?”

“Stabbed,” he mumbled into your shoulder. “He had a knife.”

You were not prepared for this. Absolutely not. No one had ever told you that being friends with a superhero would mean them stumbling into your apartment at two in the morning with a fucking stab wound. “Okay. Uh…” You led him to your bed, helping him lay down before scanning your eyes over his body. And just as he said, there was a large slash across his abdomen, his red suit staining an even darker red as he bled from the wound. “Shit, I- Pete what do I do? Tell me how to help you.” You tugged at his suit with shaking hands, trying – and failing – to pull the material away from his body. “How do I take this fucking thing off?”

You stepped back as his hand pressed against the spider symbol on his chest, and the suit instantly enlarged, allowing you to pull it away from his body and to bunch the material around his hips. (If it hadn’t been entirely inappropriate given the circumstances, you most certainly would have taken your time appreciating the sculpted muscles on Peter’s chest and abdomen).

You inspected the damage, your eyes burning with unshed tears and the fear you felt increasing exponentially the longer you looked at the gash that marred his skin. It wasn’t too deep, but it was deep enough to nearly send you into a panic. “We should call 911, Pete,” you told him once you found your voice, though it was still thick with fear. “I- I don’t think I can help you. I don’t know how to-”

“Hey,” he whispered, his warm hand curling around yours and squeezing reassuringly. “I know you can. I watched you stitch that pig up in biology at the end of the dissection a few weeks ago.”

“I just didn’t want to leave it cut open like that,” you defended, though you knew there was really no need to. “But a dead pig is much different than a living human, Peter. I don’t…” You took a deep breath, squeezing his hand even tighter. “I’m scared, Pete.”

“It’s okay, Y/N. I promise.” He let out a hiss of pain, his jaw clenched tightly. “Your mom has a first aid kit, right?” You nodded. “Get it.”

You did as you were told, grabbing the first aid kit from the cabinet in your mom’s bathroom before returning to Peter. You worked slowly after you had cleaned his wound as well as you could and threaded the needle. Your hands shook as you started stitching the wound back together, careful to not make it any worse than it already was. Peter hissed in pain each time you poked the needle through his skin, but he whispered reassurances to encourage you. Soon, his abdomen had been stitched together, and while it certainly wasn’t pretty and would definitely scar, it looked stable.

“Thank you, Y/N. I don’t know what I would do wi-” he began, but you cut him off.

“Don’t,” you hissed. “Do you have any idea how fucking terrified I am right now?” The tears you’d been holding back while you stitched him up finally spilled from your eyes. “Do you have any idea how much it fucking hurt to see you like this?”

He sat up on the bed, bracing himself on his elbows. You didn’t miss the way he winced in pain from the movement. “Y/N, I-”

“I’m not done talking, Peter,” you snapped, wiping your tears away with the sleeve of your sweatshirt. “I get that you’re Spider-Man, that you feel responsible to protect the city and do whatever it takes to stop the bad guys, but- Fuck, Pete! You could die!”

“But I won’t!”

“You don’t know that!” you shouted, your lip trembling as you sat next to him on the bed. You lowered your voice to a whisper and repeated, “You don’t know that, Pete. You just don’t. Tonight, you got lucky. But what if next time, instead of a knife, they have a gun, and you get shot.”

He glanced up at you sheepishly, his chocolate eyes pleading with you to stop crying. “I heal fast,” he tried to reason, but it wasn’t enough to appease you. You looked away, but a gentle hand on your cheek brought your attention back to him. “Besides, I’m pretty motivated to not die. I can’t take you on a date if I’m dead.”

You opened your mouth to argue with him before promptly snapping it shut. Did he really just say that? Was it the pain and the exhaustion talking, or did he really mean it? “Date? Did you just- What did you say?” It was definitely the pain and exhaustion talking, right? It had to be.

He leaned forward and rested his head on your shoulder, and you froze, concentrating on the way his warm breath ghosted over the skin of your neck. “A date, Y/N. Uh, if you- I mean, only if you’d want-” You giggled as he stumbled over his words, tilted your head slightly to rest atop his. The action must have soothed his nerves, because he took your hand in his and confidently said, “I wanna take you on a date, Y/N.”

Your lips curled up into a wide smile, unable to contain how absolutely giddy you felt in that moment. “I’d like that, Pete,” you told him. “But we really need to have a conversation about superhero safety.”

He laughed, but it was cut off by a groan of pain. “We can probably do that.”

And unsurprisingly, your first date was on a Tuesday.

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spookyboywhump · 3 years

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Unrelated to the last piece I posted, here’s a soft drabble between Eli and Zander’s mother

CW: mentions of parental death, sibling death

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He couldn’t sleep. He was staring at the glow in the dark stars on the ceiling, eyes burning but unable to actually sleep. Zander was asleep next to him, snoring as he had one arm thrown over Eli’s waist. He eventually felt he couldn’t lay there much longer, moving carefully to slip out of Zander’s grasp and get out of bed. He stretched his arms above his head before grabbing his jacket from where it was thrown over Zander’s desk chair, pulling it on for the comfort it provided.

He was quiet as he made his way downstairs, gripping the railing tightly on his way down. He’d found that going downstairs with only half his eyesight was difficult, he was terrified of falling. When he turned to head into the kitchen, and the connected dining room, he saw the lights were already on, despite the rest of the downstairs being dark. He hesitated, not wanting to bother anyone if they were also awake at this terribly late hour, but he thought better of it, walking into the kitchen anyway. As he did so, he could see over the counter, Zander’s mom, Valerie sitting at the kitchen table, a mug in her hands. She looked up when Eli walked in, smiling tiredly at him.

“I didn’t think anyone else was awake… is everything okay…?” She asked softly, and he hesitantly nodded.

“Yeah, I just- just couldn’t sleep…” He murmured. He got a glass from the cabinet, getting water from the fridge before going to sit down across from her.

“Is Daniel awake too?” She asked.

“No, he’s fast asleep. I was trapped under his arm for a while.” He laughed softly, choosing not to correct her on his name. She smiled though, seeming relieved that he was sleeping well at least. They both knew he usually didn’t.

“I know he’s changed his name, but it’s… difficult to call him that sometimes.” She said, and though he knew it was coming from a different place, it still was too close to things he’d heard before for his comfort. He tried not to show that on his face though, bringing his glass of water to his lips so he wouldn’t have to say anything. “I don’t think I would’ve minded if he’d decided it for himself but… knowing it was forced on him makes it harder…”

“Yeah… I think… I think that in the end, he did choose it though…” He said slowly. “He could’ve gone back but he chose to stay Zander…” She didn’t respond at first, and he began to worry that he shouldn’t have said anything at all, but after a moment she spoke again.

“You’re right.” She said, and he glanced up at her, not really used to hearing that in a genuine way from a parent, his own or otherwise. “He could’ve changed it if he had wanted to… I love him to death, I can get used to it for him.” She said, and he couldn’t help but smile.

“He’s really lucky to have you as his mom.” He said softly, hardly thinking before he said it. She seemed surprised for a moment, but happy to hear it.

“You’re a sweetheart, you know that, Elias?” She said, pausing to take a sip from her mug, a white ceramic one with sunflowers painted around it. “If you don’t mind, would it be alright if I asked about your family?” She asked, the question catching him off guard. “It’s just, you’ve never really brought them up. If you’re okay with it, I’d like to know more.” She said.

“I… uh… that’s fine…” He said slowly. He stared down into his glass of water, thinking it over carefully before saying, “Um… my mom passed away, when I was eighteen…” He started. “She was sick for a long time so I kind of expected it… my dad was never really around, he uh- he left when I was really little, but he did help me after she passed… I don’t talk to him anymore though, he… he usually just calls asking for money.” He said. He didn’t mind telling people about his mom, but he was always hesitant to bring up his dad, in fact his friends thought his father was dead because it was easier to say he was orphaned than to explain he was a greedy bastard who only cared about him now that he could benefit him. “I was mostly raised by my brother actually, but he passed away just before our mom did…”

“Oh… I’m sorry…” He didn’t want to look up, he didn’t like the look people gave him when he brought up his family. “That must be difficult…” She said, and he shrugged.

“It was, but… it got easier with time, and I… I don’t necessarily think family is just restricted to blood relatives… my friends, Zander, they’re my family too, and I love them.” He said, finally glancing up. “Zander, he actually- he reminds me of my brother a lot. He behaves like him, sometimes he says things that sound just like him. I don’t… I don’t want to place that role on him without his consent, but, I do- I do think of him as my brother. Not the brother I had, and not a replacement, but like, just a new part of my family.” He said, and Valerie nodded.

“An adoptive brother?” She suggested, and he nodded quickly.

“Exactly.” He said, and she looked almost amused, but not in that mean way that people often would when he said something strange.

“You know, I think he may feel the same way about you. I know that when I see you two interact, you look like brothers.” She told him. “I know that Zander always wanted a younger sibling. He was the only child I could have so we did plan to adopt, but things got interrupted when he… you know…” She said, “I think you’re the little brother he always wanted.”

He couldn’t help but smile, the thought of Zander feeling the same way towards him made him happier than he thought it would. He knew Zander had said he didn’t mind that Eli felt him and Everett were similar, but that didn’t mean he had felt that Eli was his brother, not at that time at least. He didn’t blame him for that, didn’t expect it of him, but now that they’d known each other for quite a while, grown closer and inseparable, a part of him hoped their relationship would be more than friends, more familial than anything else. If his brother had been his best friend, then he couldn’t see why his best friend couldn’t become his brother.

“I’m… I’m really glad to hear that…” He said. “I hope he does, it would be… amazing, actually if he felt that way. I guess just because of how long we were kept together, he feels like the closest person in my family…”

“I think he may be closer to you than he is to any of us now.” She said, and he felt a twinge of guilt at the sad smile on her face. “It’s not necessarily a bad thing though… I’m glad that he had you through that. And you know, I, Georgia and I, we are so, so thankful to you for getting him out.”

“I was determined to get him home as soon as he told me about you.” He said. “He would talk about you, Georgia, his friends. Sometimes even his dad… he didn’t have to say it, I could always tell just how much he missed you all. I’m happy I was able to help bring him back to his family.” He said, looking up as Valerie got to her feet. He figured she was just going to put her empty cup in the kitchen, but she stopped beside him, and for a moment he froze as she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug. He quickly relaxed though, not nervous or scared, entirely comfortable, entirely at home being held by her.

“You know, you’re part of this family too, now.” She told him. “You have been ever since he decided you were his brother.” She said, ruffling his hair as she pulled away, and it took all his self control to not cling to her, to not make that moment of affection last much longer.

“I… thank you…” He said quietly, his heart leaped in his chest, not from fear but almost, excitement, joy at hearing those words.

“Of course, honey.” She said, and he realized that he didn’t hate pet names when they weren’t being said sarcastically, condescendingly- or sincerely, coming from Nicholas anyway. “Will you still be up for a while?” She asked him, and he nodded.

“Probably… I’m… I’m not good at sleeping at night…” He said, and she nodded, finally making her way into the kitchen.

“Stay there a moment, okay?” She told him.

“Okay…” He could see her moving around in the kitchen, opening cabinets and moving things, though he wasn’t exactly sure what she was doing. He didn’t have to wait long, sitting cross legged on the chair and picking at his nails. He looked up when she came back though, and she set a blue mug down in front of him.

“I know drinking something sweet this late may not be the best idea, but I’d always make it for Zander when he couldn’t sleep.” She explained. “I don’t know how, but it always managed to knock him out.” She said, and he lifted the warm cup with both hands, the sweet smell of hot chocolate finally hitting him.

“Thank you…” He looked up at her and smiled, and she leaned down, giving him a loving kiss to the forehead before pulling away.

“You’re welcome. Try to get some sleep tonight okay, Elias?” She said, and he nodded.

“I will…” He brought the mug to his lips, instantly warmed up as he took a drink from it. She told him goodnight, and he stayed downstairs for a while after she left, slowly sipping his drink so as to enjoy it longer.

He hadn’t felt this way in a long time, the way he felt when his own mother was kind or gentle with him- loved, hopeful that the treatment and feeling would last longer than an hour. When he thought about it though, he somehow felt safer, more comfortable with Zander’s mother than his own, in the moment anyway. Valerie seemed to be a naturally comforting person, and he wondered if that had anything to do with Zander’s ability to provide kindness and comfort even when he’d been so scared of him at first

By the time he finished off the drink, he was feeling more sleepy. He got up and he washed his cup before heading upstairs, back into Zander’s room. He was still asleep, and Eli had to shove his arm out of the way to get back in his spot, though Zander was almost immediately clinging to him again, pulling him close. He moved his arm so that he could rest his hand over Zander’s and he closed his eyes, eventually finally falling asleep feeling happier than he had in a long time.

#not whump #my writing #my oc’s #wren #Valerie #soft.....#the title for the doc for this is #new mom new mom!!!

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dolantwinsfavss · 4 years

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A Letter To You Part 3 {e.d}

Part 1 Part 2 // Masterlist

It had been about a few weeks since Ethan moved to Los Angeles and he was having the best time of his life. It had finally felt like he made the right decision of moving across the country, away from his family. Away from you. It wasn’t easy leaving you behind as he remembered the tears forming in your eyes at the airport, but through FaceTime, text, late night calls, your letters... it had felt as if you were somehow right beside him every step of the way.

Somehow through his hectic schedule, he was finally able to unbox the last of his things. As he was pulled some clothes out of a box, he heard something fall to the ground with a small thud. Ethan put the clothes into the closet before turning and bending down to pick up the small object. It was a miniature stuffed turtle wearing a Santa hat. Ethan’s face instantly turned into a smile as he delicately held the stuffed animal in his large hand. Although it may seem ridiculous and childish to others to keep something that can be so easily replaced, this was something Ethan couldn’t let go of.

It wasn’t the stuffed animal that brought a smile to his face, but rather the memories that came with it. The memory of the day he met you.

As he sat down on his bed, his eyes flickered to the stack of letters sitting on his nightstand. Ethan reached over and opened the letter:

#3 Open When You Want To Take A Trip Down Memory Lane...

On the night of your birthday a few years ago/ the Christmas party Grayson threw, I honestly didn’t know what to expect. I had barely known the kid for a few days except for when we talked in English class and the next thing I know he’s inviting me over. He’s so odd sometimes I swear lol. And to be honest, I wasn’t really sure if I was going to go at all... But I’m so glad I did because I met you.

*flashback*

I was stood alone by the kitchen counter taking a sip of my drink, internally hating myself for going to a party with people I didn’t know, until you appeared beside me.

“Y/N right?” Ethan said as he filled his cup with hot water to make some hot chocolate.

“Yeah. How’d you know?” You said with a sweet smile as you watched him mix his drink together.

“I’ve seen you a few times around school. I just didn’t know you were friends with Grayson.”

“Actually he kind of just invited me out of the blue. I didn’t know we were friends either.” You chuckled slightly, trying to keep yourself from staring too much at Ethan.

“I’m Ethan by the way.”

“I know.” You said way too quickly before laughing at yourself, “I mean who doesn’t.”

The truth was, you had seen Ethan around school as well. You knew his name, but then again so did everyone else. You just didn’t know he knew who you were.

He was the cute boy you would see one day and somehow see everywhere else without even really looking. Ethan was just somehow there and now you were somewhere he didn’t expect to see you.

As the others began to gather around in the living room, Ethan took the opportunity to ask you, “Hey do you want to go somewhere more private?”

“Wow already trying to make moves on me Dolan? At least take me to dinner first.” You joked, making Ethan blush, something you later learned to love.

Ethan quickly realized how wrong that sounded. It wasn’t at all what he had meant. “I... I’m sorry I meant outside onto the porch. O-Only if you want to of course.”

“I would love to.” You said picking up the presents off the ground as you followed Ethan who was carrying two cups of hot cocoa.

The two of you sat and talked in the cold weather for what seemed to be hours while taking sips of your drinks to keep you warm, something you found yourself doing very often later on.

In the middle of it, the conversations died down as your attention was focused on the starry night. “It’s beautiful isn’t it?”

As you were too busy looking up at the sky, you didn’t notice Ethan staring at you. “Yeah... I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.” He said with a hushed voice.

Once the night came to an end, the two of you decided it was time to head back inside. But when you walked in, you had realized you were the only guest left.

“I am so sorry.” You said turning to Ethan, “I didn’t mean to stay so late.”

Ethan softly chuckled, “Y/N it’s okay, really. I’m really glad you came tonight.”

You smiled up at him as he returned the favor before the both of you heard, “Hey E! Mom wants you to help clean up!”, coming from Grayson.

“Oh hey Y/N. I didn’t know you were still here. Thanks so much for coming!” He said as he gave you a hug.

“Thanks for inviting me. I had a great time.” You said as the two of you separated. “And oh I almost forgot about your guys’ presents!”

“You got me I mean us something?” Ethan said beside you as you handed them their bags, “You really didn’t have to.”

“Yeah you really didn’t, but thank you.” Grayson said as he accepted his gift, “I’m glad you had a good time. I’ll see you Monday?”

“Yeah I’ll see you Monday and thanks for inviting me.” You said as you waved bye to Grayson before he left to help clean up.

Ethan stayed behind and opened his gift to reveal a turtle with a Santa hat. The same one he would keep forever.

“I didn’t know what else to get you. Grayson mentioned it once that your favorite animal was a turtle, so I hope I did okay.” You said shyly.

He pulled you into an unexpected hug and said, “You did more than okay. Thank you I love it.”

The two of you pulled away and he asked, “Do you need a ride home?” Ethan didn’t want the night to end. He didn’t want to say goodbye just yet.

“No it’s okay. I drove myself. But thank you though.” You said as the two of you headed towards the door.

Ethan opened the door for you, wishing he could somehow make this night last, but he knew this wasn’t going to be the last time he saw you and he was right. “So I’ll see you later?”

“I’ll see you later. Goodnight Ethan and happy birthday.” You said walking towards your car.

“Goodnight Y/N.” He said watching you get into your car before you drove off.

Ethan shut the door and turned around to see his mom in the living room.

“Who was that?” Lisa asked, noticing Ethan was smiling a bit brighter than usual.

“Y/N.”

“She’s pretty.” She said knowing that you were going to stay in her son’s life for a very long time, even though she hadn’t met you officially yet.

“Yeah she really is isn’t she, Ma?”” Ethan smirked before joining her.

As you were getting into bed, your phone beside you lit up your dark room. Picking up the phone, you had realized the smile that never left your face grew even bigger when you got a text saying,

“Thanks again for the turtle. He’s found a new home. I promise I’ll take good care of him. -Ethan :)” Then came a picture of the stuffed animal on a nightstand.

“You’re welcome:). Not to be rude or anything but how did you get my number?” You messaged back.

Almost immediately he replied, “I stole it from Grayson’s phone. I hope you don’t mind.”

You laughed at his message and said, “Not at all. Goodnight E.”

His heart jumped at the thought of you already calling him by a nick name, “Goodnight Y/N.”

*end of flashback*

Ethan looked over at the picture of the two of you last year holding the same stuffed turtle close to your guys’ faces and placed the stuffed animal right next to the picture frame and letters.

“Hey E. Do you wan-” Grayson began to say as he entered the doorway to Ethan’s room but stopped when he saw what was on his night stand, “You still have that after all these years?”

“Yeah why wouldn’t I?” Ethan said putting the letter back in its envelope.

“You’re not one to keep something for so long.” Grayson said sitting in Ethan’s chair by his desk.

“Yeah but...”

“But it’s because Y/N gave it to you, isn’t it?” Grayson said with a smirk forming on his face, “All I got was the pencil I let her borrow one day and never got back until that night.”

“Yeah... But it was also the night I met her.”

The night that changed his life forever.

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thatesqcrush · 4 years

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Candygram Wishes

Rafael Barba x Reader. AN: Prompt #1 (Candycanes) from the @thefanficfaerie Christmas OTP challenge found here. CW: None.

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It started out by happenstance.

You were studying for your upcoming bar examination. A career change late in life; a second act, if you will. But bills were like clockwork and they came every 30-days. So when your friend Sonny, who was now a lawyer in his own right, said that his former boss needed a replacement nanny, you jumped at the chance. The job was straightforward and provided an opportunity for you to also squeeze in some extra study time while making some money.

And that’s exactly what you were doing tonight.

“Noah, did you finish your math homework?” you called out as you loaded Olivia’s dishwasher.

“Yes,” Noah replied walking in. A bright smile appeared on his face. “Can I show you the new moves I learned from dance school?”

“Well, I was going to make some hot chocolate before bed...” your voice trailed before sighing. “But now I don’t know if I should give you so much sugar if you’re going to be dancing,” you continued, teasing

. “Oh please, please! I want hot chocolate!” Noah exclaimed, jumping up and down excitedly, before spinning in a pirouette.

“Okay, okay,” you laughed. You reached into a cabinet and pulled out a frothing pot. “Go get changed Fred Astaire.”

Noah skipped out of the kitchen as you began making the hot chocolate. As the milk warmed, you raided the pantry for hot chocolate fixings. You found marshmallows, caramel sauce, chocolate chips, crushed sea salt, and three unopened boxes of candy canes. You then checked the refrigerator and found a canister of whip cream. You gathered your materials for the hot chocolate bar you were creating and set them on the table.You used the corner of your nail to pop the plastic open on one of the candy cane packages. You took one out to suck on while you stirred the cocoa powder into the milk.

Noah burst back in. “Y/N, those are for my candygrams for school!”

You cocked your head and raised your brow. “Candygram? What’s a candygram?”

“I’m selling them for $1.00. You give a candy cane to whomever and you write a note that goes with it,” Noah explained.

“Okay, well I’ll give you the $1.00. I just thought they would be good to put in our hot chocolate. But we have lots of other stuff to put in them.”

A staccato knock on the apartment door interrupted your conversation. You shut off the stove and wiped your hands on the dish towel that hung off the oven door handle. You looked at Noah. “Expecting anyone?”

Noah shook his head and you made your way towards the door. You peeked through the peephole and staring back was a very handsome man outfitted in a camel coat and dark brown leather gloves. He had a briefcase in one hand and a stack of red-weld folders in the other.

Cautiously still, you opened the door and poked out your head. “May I help you?”

“Is Liv around? I have these files for her,” the man replied, giving you a once over.

“And you are?” you asked, your eyes narrowing.

“Uncle Rafa! Uncle Rafa!” Noah squeezed and pushed past you. You stepped back, and opened the door slightly wider.

“Hi Noah,” Rafael put down his briefcase and crouched to give Noah a hug.

“Come inside, Y/N is making hot chocolate,” Noah exclaimed and began pulling Rafael towards the apartment.

As Rafael walked past you, you caught a waft of his cologne. It was woodsy and musky, and you closed your eyes taking in the scent. ‘It should be illegal to smell that good.’ You thought as you shut the door behind you and followed Rafael and Noah to the kitchen.

“I’m Y/N - Liv’s new nanny,” you introduced yourself, extending your hand.

“Pardon me. Rafael Barba,” Rafael greeted. He removed his glove and extending his hand. You shook it and gave him a demure smile. “Pleasure to meet you.”

You tried to ignore the butterflies in your stomach. Rafael was strikingly handsome with piercing green eyes. His dark coiffed hair was peppered with grey that gave him a distinguished appearance and suddenly you knew why your own mother had a thing for Richard Gere in the ‘90’s.

“Care for some hot chocolate? Coffee, or water, or something else?”

“No thanks,” Rafael replied. “I just wanted to drop these files off for Liv. I didn’t think she was on tonight.”

“She got a last minute call,” you replied. You poured some hot chocolate in a mug and blew on it before placing it front of Noah, who was sitting. You smiled as he squirted some whip cream onto his drink.

“Well, I won’t keep you,” Rafael replied, putting his glove back on. “I’ll text Liv that I came by.”

“Uncle Rafa, stay,” Noah requested. “Y/N, Uncle Rafael is a lawyer, just like you.” Rafael cocked his head at you.

You felt your cheeks flush and you shook your head. “Not a lawyer. Yet. Studying for the bar.”

“Where did you go?” Rafael asked, a smile twitching on his lips.

“Fordham,” you replied. “You?”

“Harvard.”

“Impressive,” you quipped, with a raised brow. You found yourself subconsciously smoothing over your clothes.

“Uncle Sonny went to Fordham,” Noah commented, now sporting a whipped cream mustache.

You turned to Noah. “That’s right, that’s how I met Sonny.” Turning back to Rafael, you continued. “You’re more than welcome to stay but don’t feel obligated if you have other places to be.”

“I actually do have to go,” Rafael replied and you found yourself disappointed.

“I’m sure you have someone waiting for you at home,” you blurted out and then felt your cheeks redden at your social faux pas. In your head, you banged your head against Liv’s wall repeatedly.

“Uncle Rafa isn’t married!” Noah giggled. “Mom says he works too much.”

Rafael felt his own cheeks flush and he coughed, trying to clear his throat. ‘Out of the mouth of babes... or Olivia,’ he thought. “Um something like that. I just have to prep for my case tomorrow. It was nice meeting you.”

You moved to walk Rafael out, but he held up his hand. “Don’t trouble yourself. Noah, pórtate bien. Goodnight.”

Later that night, when you were in the confines of your own apartment, you looked up Rafael Barba. And you fell down the rabbit hole that was Google, learning all about the amazing things this do-gooder of a man had accomplished. And he was handsome to boot. He was quite the package. In an instant, a crush was sparked.

Sometimes you dropped off Noah at the precinct. On more than one occasion, Rafael was there, discussing cases with the squad. Sometimes he gave you a head nod of acknowledgement, sometimes you and he would engage in small talk about your studying or about law school. Sometimes Sonny was there and would teasingly regale with law school horror stories.

You needed help with studying; Sonny was too busy with Hadid and getting his footing in the DA’s office. You thought about asking Rafael for tips on studying but you never dared to ask.

And at night when you were all alone, you would indulge in a fantasy which would revolve around Rafael helping you go through flash cards. It would eventually take a dangerously naughty turn with the end result of the two of you in between the sheets. ***

Rafael knocked on Liv’s apartment door. Ever since he met you that first night when he went to drop off the files, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. He always counted his good fortune on the days he got to see you at the squad room.

When the door opened to Liv, Rafael was somewhat disappointed. Liv didn’t miss a beat and saw the flash of disappointment across his face when it registered you weren’t at the sort. She raised a brow, and smirked. “You just missed her.”

“What are you talking about?” Rafael asked as he made his way in.

“Rafael, you may be a lawyer, but I’m a cop. It is my job to read people. And I know when people are lying,” Olivia continued as she shut her door. “I know you like Y/N.”

“Y/N and I are just friendly. That’s all,” Rafael replied, removing his coat.

Liv walked into her kitchen. “I’m going to get some wine. Want some?”

“Please.”

Liv walked back out with two glasses of red wine. She handed a glass to Rafael and joined him on the couch. “I’ve watched you and Y/N interact. She’s single in case you wanted to know. And I think she likes you too.”

Rafael took a sip of the wine. “I don’t know.”

“This job - you give and you give and you give. And it also takes from you. I know. I’ve been there. Think about it. Don’t you think you deserve to be happy?” Olivia questioned.

Rafael swallowed a large gulp of wine, unsure as to how to reply. ***

“Uncle Rafa, uncle Rafa!” Noah exclaimed as he burst through the ADA’s door. The curly haired boy ran towards Rafael’s desk, throwing his coat and book bag onto the floor in process.

“Noah!” Rafael greeted. “Where is your mom?”

“Talking to Carmen. I have a candygram for you.”

“For me? Who’d send me a candygram?” Rafael questioned. Noah dragged his book bag over and unzipped his bag and dumped the contents onto the floor. Pencils scattered about song with folders, notebooks and various textbooks. Among the pile was a single candy cane, taped against a folded note.

Noah handed the candy cane to Rafael. Rafael opened it surreptitiously in order to avoid seeming too eager.

Call her. 917-555-6859 xo, Liv. At that moment, Liv walked in. “See you got my note.”

“Clever, Liv. We’ll see,” Rafael replied, tossing the candycane onto his desk.

“She’s off tonight,” Liv added for good measure.

“I said we’ll see.” ****

You used your teeth to remove the cork from the already opened wine bottle. It had begun to snow; white flurries fluttered against your windowpane and the wind howled fiercely. You dropped to the floor and sat against your couch, one leg outstretched and one pressed against your chest. Study materials decorated your floor.

You felt defeated. The exam was less than a month away and you didn’t feel anymore ready or prepared. You figured you’d give it another hour before calling it a night, when your phone began to buzz. You didn’t recognize the number. “Hello?”

“Hi, Y/N, it’s Rafael Barba. Liv gave me your phone number.”

“Why would she — um, is everything okay?”

From the other line, Rafael could hear the concern in your voice and he felt his heart race. “Everything is fine. I just wanted to see if you were busy and maybe... perhaps... grab dinner.”

You felt your cheeks pink and your stomach fluttered. “I’d like that.”

“What are you up to tonight?” Rafael pressed.

“I’m free tonight.” After a beat, you continued, looking at your study materials. “It would beat studying.”

“I could bring dinner and we could go through it together,” Rafael offered. You agreed, requested an hour and rattled off your address. “Or we could just do dinner; whatever.”

You rattled off your address and requested an hour, to which Rafael agreed.

Rafael spun the candy cane between his thumb and index finger. He made sure to save your number in his phone, before placing an order of Chinese to pick up. He unwrapped the peppermint candy before placing it in his mouth. A smile twitched on his lips, and he let himself smile.

*** You smiled as you disconnected, before rushing to change. You couldn’t wait to see what was to come.

FIN

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ssaagenthotty · 4 years

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Finally

Aaron Hotchner X female!reader

Warnings-> Gruesome details, just normal criminal minds stuff

A/N-> had to re-write this and didn't proofread so theirs probably some mistakes

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"Today we're going to oh so sunny Florida! Don't get too hyped about the sunny beaches and girls in bikinis quite yet though. Over the past 2 weeks, 4 women, Sarah Jones, Clara Driver, Naomi travis, and Stefanie Rivera have been found along the coastline."

"Is there any evidence of sexual assault?" Derrick chimes in while looking over the case file on his tablet. Penelope shoots him a sad look the goes back to her tablet.

" I'm afraid not my delicious sea of rich chocolate, they could check because they were found missing their bottom half" Penelope says with a sick look to her face.

"He's killing twice a week and we have no idea when he's going to strike next. Wheels up in 30." Hotch stands up from the table and everyone slowly starts funneling out of the room.

Hotchner makes his way to his office to call for Jessica to watch Jack for a few days when he hears a knock on his door

"Hey hotch are you busy?" Hotch sees Y/N's head peaking into his office

"Hm? Oh, No, please come in. What can I do for you Y/N?"

"Oh it's not much, I just noticed that Jack's birthday is in like a week so I got him something. It's not much but last time I went over he was talking about how he really likes trains so I thought I'd get him one and I'm rambling aren't I?"

"Y/N, that's very sweet of you. I'm sure he'll love it. Thank you." Hotchner takes the gift, chuckling at the nervousness of his colleague and places the gift behind his desk.

"Yeah! No problem, well I'll see you on the jet" Y/N stumbles over to the door before waving goodbye and closing the door.

"Reid i'm just saying, I totally keep letting you win" Y/N sinks into her chair while pulling the blanket over her shoulders. Reid let's out a few sounds of frustration and pulls out a book.

"Y/N did you sleep alright last night?" Morgan asks while walking back into the main cabin with two bottles of water, handing one to JJ

"Hmmm? Oh yeah, no. I slept really late" Y/N groans pulling out a bottle ice tea she brought with her, throwing a pack of candy to Prentiss.

"Ooh yeah get it Y/N" Morgan smirks, taking some of Prentiss' candy. From the corner of Y/N's eyes, she could have sworn she saw hotch's eyebrows furrow even deeper than before.

"Morgan, I stayed up doing some paperwork, I'm moving closer to work" Y/N says taking out a book about the Zodiac Killer.

"Finally, only took like 3 years!" Morgan high fives Y/N while taking a bag of chips from her bag.

"Hey Y/N, why do you always have food in your go bag?" JJ asks setting down her tablet.

"Well back at my old job, whenever we were at out working a case, our leader never let us leave to eat during the day and everyone would be really hungry so I started packing snacks to hand out"

"Wow Y/N that's some big mom energy. Here's the newest on our case. Jane Escobar was found 30 minutes ago on the beach. Same MO"

"Okay Thanks Garcia, did you check for any initial overlap between the victims?" Hotchner asks while writing somethings down in his case file.

"Yes sir, there's not much. All of them moved to Miami around the same time two years ago."

"Okay, tell us if anything else comes up"

"Will do, goodbye my dancing little sugar plum" Garcia ends the video call and confused looks are shared

"Hey Y/N do you have any pringles?" Spencer inquiries. Y/N hands him a go cup of pringles and mumbles something about how he let him win at go fish.

The team arrives at Miami at around 4pm, and Y/N, Hotch, and Morgan head to the crime scene while the rest go to the Precinct to set up.

"It's so hot" Y/N whines, making her way to the tent that was set up

"Yes it is" Morgan says, looking at some girls walking a bit further from the scene.

"Sir? I'm Lance Stewart, Miami PD"

"SSA Aaron Hotchner, we talked on the phone. This is Doctor L/N and Agent Morgan" Y/N and Morgan shake Lance's hand

"Okay so here's what we got"

"I am definitely ready to pass out" Prentiss said while walking through the Hotels lobby. Hotchner comes back from talking to the receptionist

"Okay, they over booked so we only get 4 rooms. We need to double up." Hothner sighs, slinging his go bag over his shoulder

"Okay how do we do this, rock paper scissors, pick a card, first come first serve?" Reid asks slowly taking a deck of cards out of his pocket.

"Pretty boy, after we pick cards your gonna try to show us a magic trick, let's just do rock paper scissors" Morgan laughs as reid places the cards back into his pocket.

"Okay group rock paper scissors, let's go" Rossi says, placing his phone back into his pocket.

One by one groups were made. Rossi getting his own room, Prentiss and JJ getting one, Morgan and Reid sharing, and then the last group was made.

"Okay Y/N, let's go up" Hotch says, walking away. JJ sends a smirk to Y/N, who blushes a deep red.

Y/N quickly grew a crush on Hotchner when you two got to spend some quality time at Rossi's house after a particularly tough case. Everyone was drunk and passed out but Y/N and Hotch spent hours talking about everything and nothing. Y/N had also been over to his house a few times to have a movie night, Jack had grown to love her, always asking hotch when she would be over next.

"You can shower first, I'm going to order some food, do you want anything?" Hotchner offered after setting his big on the floor.

"Uh yeah I'll take a (your food of choice), thank you" Y/N steps into the bathroom, looking in awe at how nice it was.

After her shower, she did her skin care and changed into shorts and a tank top. After tying her hair out of her face, she walked into the bedroom noticing something that she didn't see before. There was only one bed.

"Hey, I got the food" Hotch said walking into the room, setting the food down onto the small table in the corner of the room. They ate in comfortable silence then Hotchner said he was going to shower.

After his shower, he noticed a figure on the floor covered in a thin blanket.

"Hey Y/N? Why are you on the floor?" Hotch asks placing his old clothes into his bag

"Well theres only one bed and I knew that if you had a say in it, I wouldn't even be able to think about the floor, let alone sleep on it. So I thought if I was asleep before you came out, we wouldn't have to discuss it and you'd get the bed cause you deserve it and-"

"Y/N, your rambling but right. Even if you are right, you're still going to get the bed"

"With all due respect, no"

"Y/N"

"Sir, please. I don't want you to sleep on the floor.- Ah! Hotchner!" Suddenly Y/N was lifted from her cocoon and placed on the bed.

"Hotch, why am I on the bed" Y/n asked muffled, facedown on the bed

"Because I put you there" hotchner said looking unamused

"Hotch please just take the bed"

"Why don't we both just take the bed, if it means that much to you" Y/N looks at the man for a moment

"Yeah, yeah we can share" Y/N moves to one half of the bed while Hotchner laye on the other half. Suddenly his phone rings with a call from Jessica

"Hey jess, is something wrong?" As he listens to the woman on the other side, Y/N finds herself staring at the beautiful man next to her

"Hey buddy! Yeah I'm at a hotel right now, yeah she's here. Okay um, let me ask her- Hey Y/N?" Y/N snaps out of her trance and hums a yes "Jack wants to talk to you, if that's okay"

"Oh, yeah! Hey Jack Jack! How are you?" Hotchner put the phone on speaker so both of them could listen to the boy on the other end

"Hi! I'm good, Aunt Jess made Mac and cheese for dinner then let me play with legos!"

"Oh that's so cool bud! Me and your dad just ate dinner too" she looked up and saw the man enjoying how she and his son got along

"Hey Y/N can I tell you a secret?" Jack whispered into the phone

"Yeah bud, what's up?" Y/N matched his tone, earning a smile from hotch

"My Daddy like-likes you!" Suddenly Hotch's look of admiration turned to one of shock. Y/N smiled and talked back to the boy

"I like-like your dad too Jack" Y/N smiles into the phone seeing hotch smile back at her

"Yay! Don't tell my daddy I told you though"

"A little late for that buddy" hotch laughs into the phone

"Um, Goodnight daddy! Love you!"

"Yeah, love you too buddy" the line goes dead on the other side and hotchner places his phone down.

The two just look at each other and smile

"Goodnight Aaron" Y/N places a kiss on the man's cheek and lays facing away from him. He places his hand on the spot where the womans lips were before. He places one of his own on the womans head before wrapping himself around her, the pair fitting like the worlds perfect puzzle

"Goodnight Y/N"

After 3 more days of working the case, the team heads home on the jet. Everyone was tired, especially Y/N and hotchner who had been abducted by the killer before the team found them and took the man into custody. The unsub confessed to all the killings and was sent to life in prison.

The new couple sat next to each other, talking until they fell asleep leaning on each other with hands intertwined.

Rossi was the first to speak out of the group

"Finally they got together"

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dearosamu · 4 years

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DESPERADO - APELPISIA

SYPNOSIS: she, a dancer with personified problems all the while more that intrigues osamu dazai who came into her life amidst the chaos that is [name] [last name].

WARNING/S: none

nine - ten

"so?"

with arms linked around dazai, [name] gives him a curious glance. "what?"

"how was it? were you pleased throughout this day?

the female nods. "yeah. it's safe to say i enjoyed it. you're surprisingly not you when you're not aroused."

dazai pouts at her comment, with the female snickering at his crestfallen expression. "i'm kidding. you're a gentleman. i just didn't expect this from you." she smiles as they continue to walk in the direction of her home. she still had to pick up yumeno from gin's place after all.

dazai contemplates asking her his question for a moment, unsure if he would get a positive response. he decides against his doubt. "then if possible," he pauses, warily gazing into her [e.c] irises.

"what is it?"

".. could we do this again?" he murmurs. hesitation crept onto her face, worry and doubt edging through within a mirror like image of herself.

"dazai, you understand that i -"

"don't do love, yes, i know. you've told me that like, twice now," he sighs as he attempts to hide his disappointment. he stopped walking by this point, making the female stop abruptly so. [name] gives him a moment to recollect himself, noticing how his hand seemed to tremble the slightest bit. he appeared nervous. which was unlike of the man, seeing how she was used to his calm, almost smug and carefree persona.

"at first i thought i didn't even know id be able to feel that again," he continues. the female blinks at him, frowning slightly.

"but i guess i was wrong."

"you're telling me you have feelings for me?"

"how else am i going to describe it?"

she bites her lip upon the upcoming question waiting to be spewed from her mouth. she was afraid of what his answer was going to be.

"do you see yourself with me for the long run?"

"yes." dazai gives an answer almost immediately. he didn't hesitate. as if he was expecting her to ask him that. it caught [name] off guard, removing her hold on his arm as her face flushes to the slightest shade of red.

for once, the [h.c] haired female was rendered speechless. dazai took her silence as a bad sign and continued to spew words that came onto his mind.

"i mean, i enjoy being with you. i like spoiling you. i feel like i've bonded with yumeno too. and if you'd let me," he clears his throat, preparing himself if he were to be rejected.

"i want to become some kind of father figure for him." [name] stares at him with astonishment. his eyes showed utmost sincerity. she might even say he was way more flustered than her at this point.

"you'd do that for us?" he nods, linking his arms with her once again and saunters forward. unbeknownst to him, a small gentle smile curled up on her lips.

"in that case, i'd love to go on another date with you."

dazai doesn't spare her a glance - he didn't want her to see the blossoming flush on his face. he didn't know why, but he felt his chest enter a frenzy state of ecstasy.

how dazai wished he could capture this moment. face flushed and lips agape in shock. she looked adorable all flustered.

"w-what was that for?"

"a goodnight kiss. on the forehead," he grins. he'd have to thank oda for suggesting such a romantic gesture to end the night. it really was unlike him, but he was willing to do small changes. all for her.

"how charming." she moves to unlock the door.

"well, thank you aga-" she was quickly cut off as a small push of force nearly knocked her off her feet, dazai placing a hand on the small of her back to help maintain her balance.

"woah! im sorry!!" exclaimed yumeno. he seemed to have ran from somewhere all the to the front door, gin followed closely behind, giving an apologetic gaze towards the female.

"sorry [name], he got all excited when you called to pick him up."

"it's alright. thanks again so much for sparing time to care of this lil' brat," she ruffles the messy two-toned locks of yumeno.

"don't mention it. i don't do much other than tend to my brother's home. he's always at work. he basically married to it already." she hands [name] yumeno's doll.

"almost forgot this."

[name] gives a small smile. "i'll give you your payment once i get this one home first, okay?"

"by all means, take your time. i'm not going anywhere. i'm always here if you need someone to watch over him." gin waves a small goodbye as [name], along with yumeno are escorted back into their home by dazai.

[name] lets yumeno go in first, leaning against the door frame to bid dazai a farewell.

"this is me," she pauses, leaning up to plant a small kiss near the corner of his lips. she pulls away, smiling at his flabbergasted expression. he looked much cuter this way.

"good night, dazai."

the brunette saunters away from the steps of [name]'s home, passing by gin's place, waving to the woman. "i take it that things went well?" she points to the corner of her lips, noticing the little stain of lipstick smudged on his own. dazai makes no move of removing the little smudge of red on his face, grinning at the younger akutagawa sibling.

"you could say that. still need payment for being nanny for a day?"

she waves his comment offhandedly. "i suggest leaving [name] to take care of it. believe me, she'll probably fight you over this."

"well, you're not entirely wrong."

"she prides herself being a single independent mom. she's just that kind of person. she's really great."

dazai nods, agreeing with her words.

[name] was simply one of a kind.

"so are you guys official yet or what?" akutagawa asks, voice slightly muffled as he had his phone in between his shoulder, hands busy with stirring a bowl filled with cookie dough.

"nope. but she agreed to go on another date. still a win for me," dazai echoes. he believed he made good progress. she was all chipper and relaxed.

"i think i'm making good changes - progress? i hope." akutagawa hums in approval. "gin told me about it yesterday when you both stopped by to get yumeno. i happen to think you did well since twelve years-"

"hey, you shush with that!" dazai silences akutagawa before he could drawl on about his previous dating experience. "i'm fine with taking the compliment instead, thank you very much." he continues, sarcasm dripping in his words.

he hears the younger male snicker over the other line. "yeah, okay. whatever you say."

"anyway, are you gonna stop by?"

"well, duh. i'm baking something right now though. shouldn't take more than a couple of minutes."

"great," dazai replies. "make sure to save some chocolate chip for me though. i'll be getting home a little late."

"alright, see you then."

"what is it?" dazai communicates through his telecom.

"sir, there appears to be a woman looking for you. a woman named [name] [last name]." dazai nearly sprints out of his office as soon as he heard his secretary utter her name. he made quick, long strives to the elevator to get to the ground floor.

he sees that she was standing idly near the reception desk, anxiety and distress were apparent on her features. they quickly dissipated once her eyes met with dazai. "d-dazai!" she moves closer to him, all jittery laced with alarm.

"[name], what's the matter?" he inquires with care, worry evident on his face as he runs a hand up and down her arm to calm her down.

"can we please talk about it somewhere private?" her voice was small as she requested the brunette for a much more less crowded place. dazai didn't say another word, opting to take her with him to his office instead.

the pair were silent, advancing through the halls until they've reached his office. once they've reached it, dazai closes the door and sits down on one of his office couches, gesturing to [name] to sit beside him. she walked over in the spur of the moment, crawling over to his lap, head buried in his chest as she takes a deep breath. she seemed so distraught, dazai noted. he'd have to let her relax a bit more before he could ask questions.

he had wrapped his arms around her, comforting her in a sense of saying she'd be safe in his arms. no one could harm her. they stayed in that position for a few minutes before she decided to speak up.

"i.. i didn't think i'd see him again." "who?"

"yumeno's father .." she replies somber in a whisper. her lips trembled as she continued. "i-i thought that he'd m-move somewhere else! b-but .. i saw him. i saw him with his- his wife .." she takes another deep inhale of air to calm her nerves.

"but why are you so shaken at this? could you please explain?" dazai asks, running a hand through [h.c] locks, tugging away at tangled hair. he hoped it would somehow calm and distract her enough to explain.

"it was a while ago. i had gotten in a relationship with this guy. i fought for him, you know?" a few tears escaped her eyes. "but i was too stupid. too dumb. i'd fallen for him more than he had for me." she wipes off her fallen tears with aggression, furious at the fact she still spared tears for the man.

dazai remained silent, only tightening his hold on her at her fragile state.

"i didn't mean for any of it to go that far. we were .. so careful. i was so young back then, i didn't realize. then i had yumeno. i thought he'd be happy for me. the only thing was," she pauses, choking back a sob waiting to spill out. "i didn't know he had a wife. i only found out a few months after i had yumeno. he had lied about everything. to both me and her. he's abandoned me. he wanted to take yumeno from me and i .."

[name] stopped, her form shaking with eyes shut tight. she couldn't bare going on. dazai takes her head and places it against his shoulder, placing one hand on her back to rub comforting circles around it. her muffled cries and tears stained his blazer, but he couldn't care much about it in this moment.

"you're scared they might try taking yumeno from you again?"

he feels her shake her head. "i was positive i was done with them. i thought they'd just move on and forget about it. or maybe i'm just being paranoid .." she mutters.

"i just wishes yumeno had a better family for a happier life."

"hey," dazai cups her cheek, tilting her head up to meet his eyes. "don't say that. i assure you, yumeno is far better off with you than those two. " he reassured.

"he's more than lucky to have you." his soft tone and look of fondness had the woman in his arms shaken to her core. her tears had dried up, chest swarming with an emotion she'd describe as yearning.

"listen, i get if you don't want to, but i still stand by what i said," dazai spoke carefully. "you could always come live with me. you won't have to work at that club anymore."

"dazai, i .."

"you don't have to if you don't want to," he places one hand on her left shoulder. "i'm always here for you."

she stares right back at him with an emotion he couldn't perceive. he sighs, mulling over his words. "before you say that you're 'just going to be a burden', believe me, you're not. and you won't ever be."

"i want you to understand that i'm in love with you." he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. dazai squirmed a bit in his seat, uncomfortable with the fact that he didn't know what she was thinking.

"y-you're in love with me?" before dazai could respond, she spewed out words that came to her mind, too overwhelmed.

"why? why me? i've been so rude to you and disrespectful. i -" dazai makes the move of cupping her jaw, successfully silencing her worrisome train of thought.

"you make me feel all kinds of things. my heart aches for you. it's been a while, you know? pining over you," he chuckles.

"i feel them everyday. i sure as hell don't want it to stop."

the female makes the move of placing a chaste kiss on his lips, moving them ever so softly. they molded splendidly against his. it wasn't a way to silence the talkative brunette, nor was it intense or too rough. it was loving. filled with ardor and raw emotion.

he felt her warmth all over.

he wanted more of it.

#desperado #dazai osamu #dazai x reader #bsd dazai #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs #akutagawa ryuunosuke #reader insert

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lesbianperaltas · 4 years

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i used to live alone before i knew you.

pairing: jake/amy rating: n/r word count: 2,398 a/n: this is my @b99fandomevents fic written for @winnietherpooh! happy halloween! i meant to have this out a couple days ago i apologise. i hope you like it! <3 big shoutout to @obsessivelymoody for reading this over for me. <3 summary: They sit back on their couch, Amy getting comfortable, placing her feet in Jake’s lap and he just looks at her—she’s not looking at him—and he thinks of how he’s never really had a person before her. He had always used to come home from a long case with a pack of beer and he’d watch Die Hard alone. It never used to be a problem until everyone slowly started to couple off in his friend group, and even then it never really got to him until he got a glimpse of what it feels like to have someone to hang out with and actually like to be around with. It was like slowly over time his partnership with Amy had started to become something more. They were friends then—friends that hung out sometimes after work, and somewhere Jake wanted more than just being friends. He wanted everything that Amy could give him.

(or, Jake and Amy, some polish food and hot cider.)

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It’s always the start of October that he feels it. He doesn’t know what it is—the leaves are starting to change colour, New York City is starting to get colder, and it’s starting to get darker. Stores have started putting up Halloween decorations in the windows, there’s new lattes to try and even better sweet treats to eat. It’s his favourite time of year.

(Except, sometimes, when it’s actually Halloween, he’ll be working on a scene and he’ll see the numerous amounts of people with their children in costumes, and he’ll think of the last few Halloweens that he could remember with his father. It doesn’t always get to him, but Amy and Jake have been trying for a kid, and it’s just getting harder and harder to ignore the memories he’s desperately trying to heal from.)

Jake and Charles had been working on a scene for a few hours now, he always hated doing door to door, but it had to be done. The faster they went through it the faster Jake could go home. He had plans.

(Most of his plans were spending time with Amy on the couch, her stroking his hair while he rested his head in her lap watching house hunters and making bets on the couples.)

“I just love this time of year,” Charles says as he touches his pen to a pumpkin head that’s been taped to the door. By the looks of it a kid must have drawn on little doodles. It makes Jake smile despite how tired he was tonight.

“I know Charles,” Jake pats his back and they knock on the door.

A woman answers with a child on her hip, funnily enough he’s wearing an orange shirt. Jake has to remember that there’s so many people that love Halloween for a completely reason that he loves Halloween. He smiles at the baby who’s holding a sippy cup in his hands.

“Hi, we just have a couple of questions,” Charles starts out and he’s squinting his eyes in a gooey way with a big smile that only Charles does towards babies. The baby of course is enthralled with Charles and smiles and giggles.

Damnit that’s cute, Jake thinks, before taking over the questions.

A couple doors later, they’ve done what they could for the night. It’s not quite dark yet but the sun has gone down and the sky is tinted with pink and orange clouds.

Charles drives them back to the precinct. He talks about Nikolaj and how excited he is to take him trick or treating. Jake just smiles, his best friend loves his kid. Sometimes it’s overwhelming, but Jake hopes to be just as overwhelming when he’s a father someday.

He texts Amy that he’s on his way back to the precinct. She had today off, she told him that she had plans on cleaning the apartment and running errands because they ran out of groceries. Most of their conversations today had been asking Jake what he wanted groceries wise since he out of the two of them made the meals given Amy’s track record. He looks back on their conversations and one of Amy’s replies saying, If you make another eggplant dick joke I will hit you with it and it won’t be pretty.

Jake had replied: babe that’s so hot. i’d love to get hit from a dicklike eggplant if it’s from you.

She stopped texting him after that.

When they get to the precinct Amy is waiting for him at her old desk across from him. She’s got one of Jake’s hoodies and jacket with a scarf that Karen had knitted for her last year with matching mittens. It’s not nearly as cold but she always needed to keep warm.

He thinks of the last time that she was sitting across from him at her old desk. It had made something inside of him flutter knowing that she was downstairs now. He smiles at her, she looks up from her phone and smiles at him.

“I didn’t know you were here.” Jake said, walking over to her and placing a hand on her arm.

She reaches out and cups his cheek. “I thought I would surprise you. I finished my to do list early.”

Jake laughs, “That doesn’t surprise me.”

Jake doesn’t realise that Charles is just standing there with a big grin. Amy gives Charles a look and he walks quickly and quietly to his desk, and it’s only then that Jake leans in to give Amy a quick peck on the lips.

She sits back down while Jake finishes up paperwork.

It takes him longer than he expected, but Amy is patient, she tells him about her day as he quickly types and he throws in a couple of sentences here and there. They co-exist in a way that he’s never felt with another person, and he knows that they’ve been together long enough but sometimes it just gets him that this was the person that he chose to love. He feels that flutter again, looking up at her, sitting where she used to sit and remembering how different they were back then.

And when he’s done she puts one mitten in her pocket and holds her hand out for him to take.

“Goodnight Charles,” Jake says over his shoulder.

“Goodnight Jakey. Have a good evening with Amy.” Charles says with a happy sigh.

Jake shakes his head with a small smile.

Jake and Amy used to have this tradition that every Friday they would try a new restaurant in their burrow courtesy of Charles’ blog. They would never tell him that they went there, but it had become something that Jake looked forward to. It was Friday, and Jake had been swamped at work and they hadn’t discussed where they wanted to go and it was too late now.

“Soooo,” Jake says, “how do you feel about polish food and house hunters?”

He gives her a second to think about it before adding quickly, “I know that we try something new every Friday but I’m kind of tired and just want to spend the rest of the evening alone with you.” His voice drops at the end, vulnerability was something that he was still working on after all these years of being together.

She just gives him a look that he knows all too well, but it still makes him feel warm every time she does it, and it’s normally followed by her reaching out to his cheek, her thumb caressing the side of his face with a warm smile that was only for him.

She nods, “I would like that.”

They walk to Amy’s car and he gets in the passenger seat putting his work bag in the back. Taylor swift blares through the speakers and he knows that it’s the mix CD that he made for her just because.

The drive is quiet, the volume is turned down low, he looks outside the window at all the shops they pass by and he listens to Amy humming song lyrics.

And then, he thinks, I am the luckiest person alive.

“I saw a really cute baby today.” Jake says after a while.

“I did too.” Amy dives in about the little boy who was helping push the cart with his mommy and the cute outfit he was wearing knowing that Jake would appreciate it because it had Star Wars on the front.

It used to scare him, thinking of his future child. It used to scare him because he didn’t know if he’d be a good dad, but then he looks at Amy, and he sees how her face lights up talking about the little boy and his mom and it just dissolves all of the fears away. He reaches out to take her hand, warming it up with his own.

“Our baby is going to be so cool.” Jake just says with a simple shrug.

That’s all there is too it. Their baby is gonna have two parents who love them and support them and be there for them unconditionally.

“The coolest.” Amy agrees with a smile.

It doesn’t take long for them to find parking, Jake reaches his hand out for her to take and they start walking to the polish place that Amy loves so much. When they first started dating it was like their place to go when they didn’t want to go too far and the owners knew them by now.

They order their food quickly and sit at one of the tables while they wait. They’re holding hands across the table and Amy is going on about her busy day tomorrow and how her mother is already planning Thanksgiving. And Jake just listens, he listens because it’s his favourite thing to do. Jake was loud in a lot of ways, he had something to say about everything, but if there was something that could shut his brain up, shut all his intrusive thoughts and doubts, it was Amy. He watches the way she uses her free hand to talk, and he thinks of how different they are now.

It was one of their first cases together as partners when Amy had took him to this place, it was only once, but they had been working for forty-eight hours on the case with little to no sleep and coffee was no longer strong enough, Jake thinks that he might have only eaten food that came from the vending machine and whatever Amy gave him out of pity. When they finally got a break in the case they didn’t know how to celebrate because it was too late to go to a bar. So, Amy took him to the next best place which was this exact polish place, and she ordered her usual.

This was when they didn’t know a lot of things about each other, Amy was looking at him like she was determining whether this was a good idea or not. Jake, in the middle of eating their food, had grabbed his hot chocolate and raised it in the air like he was about to give a toast before eventually he said, “We did good, Santiago.” Then he paused for a moment, “We make a really good team.”

He had forgotten that memory until they started dating, but that’s what he thinks about, staring at Amy again. His thumb caresses her hand. The bell rings, letting them know that their order is ready.

Amy smiles, jumping up from her seat and walks over to grab the bag.

“I’m so excited.” Amy says.

Jake laughs. It’s hard not to, her happiness is infectious.

Their routine goes like this: change into pajamas, Jake gets the plates out, Amy starts to scoop the food from the boxes onto the plate, Jake reheats the food while Amy turns the television on and finds their channel, Jake gets the tv trays out and sets them up while Amy goes back to the kitchen to grab the plates. They revolve around each other, like they’re doing a dance that they know so well.

When dinner is finished, Jake grabs the plates and does the dishes while Amy puts the leftovers away. She grabs two mugs out of their cabinet and places them on the counter while reaching for a packet of something in their tea cabinet. Jake is almost done with the plates and he turns around to see what Amy is up to. He can still hear the television but it’s low.

He peeks at what she’s doing, turning the kettle that Amy recently bought on. She holds up the pack of hot cider and waves it in Jake’s face.

“Figured we could drink something festive for a change tonight.” She says with a small smile.

Jake grabs one of the packets and opens it up just so he can sniff the cider goodness.

“My grandma used to always make me hot apple cider in the winter time. She always preferred it over hot chocolate. I wasn’t picky. Sugar is sugar.” Jake jokes with a shrug, wrapping his arms around Amy and resting his chin on her shoulder while she pours the hot water.

Amy smells like him and like home. He supposes there isn’t much of a difference. He presses a small kiss to her shoulder, letting her go to grab spoons for them to stir the powder.

Jake thinks of how when they have kids they can have their own traditions. Maybe their kids will prefer hot cider over hot chocolate—either way, he thinks, their kids will come home to a warm house, with a warm drink waiting for them, and endless amount of hugs and ears ready to listen about their day.

They sit back on their couch, Amy getting comfortable, placing her feet in Jake’s lap and he just looks at her—she’s not looking at him—and he thinks of how he’s never really had a person before her. He had always used to come home from a long case with a pack of beer and he’d watch Die Hard alone. It never used to be a problem until everyone slowly started to couple off in his friend group, and even then it never really got to him until he got a glimpse of what it feels like to have someone to hang out with and actually like to be around with. It was like slowly over time his partnership with Amy had started to become something more. They were friends then—friends that hung out sometimes after work, and somewhere Jake wanted more than just being friends. He wanted everything that Amy could give him.

He thinks of how far they’ve come and how Amy had become his person.

He doesn’t tell her this, he doesn’t think that he needs to, she just knows.

Amy turns to him now and giving him a small smile before she brings the mug that Jake bought her for Christmas last year up to her lips and turns back to their show and she laughs. One day, they’ll have their family, one day this space will belong to more people than just them, but right now, he thinks of just how happy he is to be able to come home to Amy everyday. It’s love and it’s warmth, and it’s everything Jake needs.

#peraltiago #peraltiago fic #jake x amy #b99 fic #jake peralta #amy santiago #b99 fall 2019 fic exchange #b99 fandom events #my fics

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god-hunter · 4 years

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I’m Still Evolving. And I like it!

Hey Tumblr! It’s been a while.

I haven’t written in over a month, because honestly life’s been pretty similar lately. I’ve fallen into a steady routine of taking care of myself. Physical work outs have waned in place of working out mentally. And what I mean by that is, I’ve been continuing my Self-Work with my Diary Entries and just recently caught up to 2019. That was a Hell of a trip.

But I didn’t get on here to rant about that. Instead, I wanted to acknowledge the now, since for the past few weeks, it seems like all I’ve been doing is living in the past.

So, what’s been happening since mid-August, or whenever that last entry was?

Well, that date with the Social Distancer never happened. I was annoyed about that, but not enough to want to actually get into it on here. I didn’t really care too much and I still had Needy Girl coming over every week, so that was fine.

But yeah. In the time that I’ve been taking down my notes and taking my time to write out 2018, taking some healthy time in between and then doing the same process for 2019, I’ve basically been applying to jobs!

That Thursday Interview was garbage, actually. I was there for 5 minutes, because I didn't really know much about Excel and asked for too much. But whatever, no point in wasting anyone’s time. I wasn’t in love with the job description anyway.

I’ve been applying to all sorts of things, and honestly I’ve gone through the motions. Some days are better than others. Sometimes it seems like jobs are plentiful and it’s so easy to get an interview. Then other times it seems like the competition is just as steep as it ever was, and I’ve even gotten to the point where I’m not getting the jobs I Don’t want. So put that where you will...

But for now I don’t care about any of that, because I’m on an Upswing. I know that I’ll keep plugging away and find something eventually. Also, now that I’ve gotten a lot of that Self-Work out of the way, I really do feel Mentally, better. I’ve sort of, cleared the air for myself about the past. I’ve been honest with myself about my own mistakes, and.. I don’t want to say unforgiving of her errors, but definitely acknowledging them and kind of letting them go. Because now so much time has passed that the break up was actually 7 months ago! I stopped counting. That’s a Really good sign!!

I hit a drought when it came to ladies, but that recently opened itself back up. Someone actually swiped right on me on Tinder 3 weeks ago!!! This was a bigger girl, and not an immediate pick for me, but I said, “Why not?” And ya know what? It was a good choice. We’ve gone on 3 dates since then and we have a 4th one tonight. It turns out that we have more in common than I originally thought. She’s interesting, and for now it seems that we’re both in the same place about this. We want to keep it casual and just fun, while the rest of the world sucks.

Better details would be that we talked about 3 times on the app, about just movies and random interests. But then she threw me her number to keep texting while she had an overnight shift at work, and I dunno.. something just worked while we kept talking. Conversation was actually interesting and we agreed to have our first Zoom Date later that week.

That Zoom Date happened to be on a Thursday as well, when I took a great interview. I was there for an hour! This office building was impressive and a little intimidating. It was your typical movie scene with glass dividers between desk set ups, I was in this nice conference room surrounded by glass at the head of the table, while my interviewer was a Woman that was basically my age, at the other end of the table. But there’s no point in going into more details, because I didn’t get it. I did like this job position though. It was for a Client Coordinator and I would definitely like to do something like that in the future. Especially for the right pay. But anyway, it’s needless to say that I had something to talk about that night on the Zoom Date! So I broke the ice by talking all about the interview and we laughed about stuff. She was clearly very nervous, but I got to see her Cat, she saw mine. She did the inevitable Zoom Tour of the apartment. I didn’t really do one, because my place was a mess, but she didn’t ask either. It didn’t matter, because everything else was going very well. We got more comfortable as we brought things up and found out that we both like a lot of in-depth reviews on YouTube or just watching Let’s Plays or Video Game reviews. We even got into Dream Analysis and she talked about some real stuff without getting depressing. We’re definitely on the same liberal scope, which is refreshing. But she’s also not overtly political. We even talked about past hook ups gone wrong (started by her, not me) which is more of a friend thing, but still the conversation was very comfortable. We stayed up pretty late that night, but eventually said goodnight. We both knew we’d definitely do this in person which ended up the next week. The Zoom Date helped us skip steps. We didn’t meet for dinner or anything. Instead, we just took it straight to her place for Sushi and a YouTube party. We made out at the very end of the night. That was nice. She appreciated that I didn’t just go all in right away, but took time to actually hang out with her first. [That Sushi was delicious by the way.] Oh yeah, we’re into the same music which is SUCH a huge plus to me. Yeah.. we definitely have a little spark, which is nice. But after what I’ve been through. I really can’t jump into something so fast. And she is in full agreement with that too.

Our next in person date was at my place, where we basically did the same thing over Chinese. It was some YouTube reviews and watching this Comedy Challenge show that I’ve been telling her about since we started talking. She really loved it, so that was nice. We shared fruit and chocolate dip too, which was great. I like that she’s trying to behave (and frankly doing better than me) when it comes to eating, because health has become very important to me within the last 2 or 3 years.

Take tonight for instance. We’re going to have a big salad and charcuterie for dinner. (fancy cheese and meat plate) with wine. She also told me about this trippy movie that I saw last night on her suggestion and we’re looking forward to diving into the meaning of it and stuff. That’s the type of stuff that I’m really all about. Philosophical Musing and all of that. Oh yeah! She respects the Hell out of my Self-Work writing that I’ve told her about. At very first, she just admitted that she wished she wrote more, but the fact that she was a writer means that she still has it in her. She’s a thinker, and I like my Women who can be analytical about their Media or the World. It’s important. It’s interesting.

Just don’t over-analyze me, or us, or anything. (At least within reason).

So who knows? So far, so good.

There was more to say until yesterday, but I’ll bring this girl up too. An old Highschool Flame actually hit me up on FB. To keep the story way uncomplicated, we’ve basically known each other for 20 years, she’s an adjusted Single Mom now, so it’s clear she’s been through some shit, and I’ve clearly been through my own. So somehow on FB, we’ve been complimenting each other and I was the first to just message her a hello, which turned into walking on a trail and meeting her son very quickly.

I was tempted to write that day, but I wanted to see how it played out first. Well, that day not only did I get along great with the kid, but she whispered in his ear and he invited me to Pizza Lunch with them, which was adorable. He really liked me, actually sat in my lap and hugged me at the table.. It was sweet.

But we tried this again, just the 2 of us yesterday on a 2nd trail walk, and it was a no go. I’m skipping her random FB message saying, “This is gonna sound weird, but thank you for being the kind of male I can have around my son.” Hmmm. If I didn’t catch a vibe before, I certainly did, then.

But I was super cool about it. Set up a Friday hang out in time, and I was pleased to hear that it would just be us while her son was in school. This was the perfect time to feel the vibe and find out if this was just a friend thing or actually a date.

But again, I’ll keep it short. It was just a Friend Thing. I noticed 2 things. 1. She sighed when I said, “I swear, the weather is always like this when I go on a date.” She didn’t say anything, but that sigh, practically said it all. 2. She brought up other dudes.

From there, I admitted that I’ve been dating too, and she was all excited to hear about my stuff.

Then later, I brought up her message and said I wasn’t sure if there was a vibe or not. She didn’t say no, but... she did make it clear that things were getting serious with this one co-worker she was dating or whatever. And then she was back-pedaling and saying stuff like, “Wait. Let me just make sure it’s not getting weird.”

So yeah. This was just friends. And that’s fine, because she’s awesome! And so is her kid. And I’ve already got this casual thing that I like a lot.

I was upfront with old flame. I told her that I want to keep dating for the rest of the year. Keep meeting people and experiencing new personalities. And if things get serious along the way, sort them out as I may.

Our hang got cut off while she dove more into my old hang ups. [Someone told us to get out of the parking lot because it was private property...]. But either way, it was still a very fruitful hangout. And even though the rejection was disappointing, it wasn’t necessarily unexpected. Honestly, it would’ve been too out-of-nowhere, and even Reboundish. I’ve learned that if it feels too good to be true, it probably is.

But this is what it’s about! Keeping your eyes and heart open. I swiped on a bunch of people last night with no expectations. [When you treat it like a game, you’re less bound to get hurt.]. That one doesn’t merit explaining, but I just can’t stand how shallow and callous people are. So what’s the point in being invested at first look? Just swipe and see what happens. If you get the message, then you can start to feel things once they check those right boxes. But in order to find success in that, you gotta know what those boxes even are, right?

So anyway, yeah. I’m a lot more pragmatic about things. I’ve got a Tinder Girl now and things are going well. =)

I’m also still hanging out with Needy Girl, who I’m working on making less Needy. She really needs to sort out her shit and move on.

We had a whole talk about how she’s been mistaking hooking up for dating and I feel bad for her in a way, but there’s just something about her that doesn’t check all the boxes. Attraction is definitely part of it, but it’s mostly personality. She’s just not confident in herself enough. She’s hurt and super sensitive. She’s got this shy, cute, naive thing going for her on top of all of our shared interests. But that’s not enough. Especially with how she started things with me, making me the Other Man, and throwing in this Cheating Atmosphere.

I said it before, but that is not a good Foundation for a Relationship.

And again I’ve reiterated for her that I don’t really want a Relationship right now. At all!

So, Communication is Key. I’ve said it before with the Ex and even though she was in full agreement, somehow we let enough small things go that they turned into big things. Stuff that was swept under the rug became huge Resentment Issues later. So, fuck knows, man...

Alls I know is that things are very different now. And I like it that way. I’m still Evolving.

#rants #raves #life #job-hunting #dating #relationships #Social Distancer #Tinder Girl #old Flame #Needy Girl

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steviemae · 5 years

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you’re back // sp - pt.2

part one.

“I’d fucking like to be,” Sweet Pea exclaimed, “look i get you want to keep her away from all the bad things that could possibly happen, but you forbidding her and us from even talking to each other or being friends is only going to push her away from you and quite frankly, i don’t want to see either of you hurt like that. She’s kind of upset with you anyway and feels like things with you two are conditional. She just wants her best friend back, Fangs.”

“You like her, don’t you.” Fangs said.

“Kind of.

“You should go talk to her, man. She just wants her best friend back and i know you do too, but dividing your lives isn’t going to make that happen.” Sweet Pea reasoned.

“You’re right.” Fangs sighed.

“I usually am but y’know, no one wants to listen to the angry guy.” Sweet Pea shrugged making Fangs laugh a little. Fangs patted Sweet Pea’s shoulder saying he was going to your house to talk to you and hopefully fix things. Sweet Pea hoped that Fangs would come to his senses. He really did like you and wanted to get to know you.

Your mom called up the steps letting you know that someone was here for you. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion trying to remember if anyone said they were stopping by but drew a blank. When you made it halfway down the stairs, you saw Fangs standing in the foyer.

“If you came here to tell me to stay away from your friends, Sweet Pea approached me today.” you said coming to a halt on the steps.

“I’m actually here to try and fix our friendship that i ruined by making that stupid rule.” he said. You crossed your arms and waited for him to continue, “look Sweet Pea and i had a talk about you and he thinks that i’m only going to push you away instead of keep you safe by not letting you know my friends. And i think he’s right. I’m sorry, okay. I just thought that you getting too close to us that it would put a target on your back, but i never took into consideration your feelings or the fact that we could and would protect you from harm if it came down to it.” he paused to gage your reaction before continuing, “i want you to come to the bonfire in Tent City on friday. Meet everyone. Sweet Pea kind of wants you there too so even more reason for you to come.”

“She can go if you stay for dinner.” Your mom said peering around the corner.

“And if i don’t want to go?” you sassed your mom.

“I think you do want to go, you’re just being stubborn.” Fangs laughed before agreeing to stay for dinner. You smiled softly and walked the rest of the way down the stairs to hug him before both of you walked into the dining area for dinner.

Friday came faster than you thought. You were walking down the hallway with Fangs holding your books close to your chest.

“So what’s the dress code? I need to make sure i don’t look out of place even though i will be.” you asked.

“Casual. You can wear leggings and a sweater, no one's going to care.” Fangs answered knowing that the real question was if you were going to get made fun of for not looking like a badass around the Serpents, “and you can stay in my tent if it gets too late and you don’t want to go home.”

“You can stay with us, you know.”

“I know, but if everyone else is sleeping in a tent, then so am i. We’re a family and i’m not going to let them sleep on the ground alone.” That’s what you admired about Fangs; how loyal he was to his friends and family. He refused special treatment even though he knew he always had a room at your place.

“So you going to make a move with Sweet Pea tonight?” he asked nudged your shoulder.

“I barely know him.” you said rolling your eyes.

“But you think he’s attractive right?”

“He is pretty good looking, but i’m not doing anything tonight besides getting to know him and if that leads to more later on, then so be it.”

“Whatever you say, y/n. I’ll pick you up later.” Fangs said as the two of you separated and walked to your vehicles.

When you arrived home you immediately started on your homework so you wouldn’t have to worry about it and could spend as much time with Fangs and the others as possible. You lost track of time and only noticed when there was a knock at your door. You spun around in your desk chair to find Sweet Pea standing there.

“Hey, uh Fangs couldn’t come pick you up so he sent me.” he said looking around your still yet to be unpacked room.

“I still need to change. Um you can sit on the bed, i’ll only be a minute.” you rushed to put away your school work and get ready.

“Take your time. I’m actually early.” Sweet Pea said as he made his way over to your bed.

You put all of your school work away before walking over to your closet and pulling out a hoodie and leggings to change into.

“What should i expect at this bonfire?” you asked from inside your closet. Thankfully it was big enough for you to walk into and change so you didn’t have to go to the bathroom or make Sweet Pea step out.

“They used to be crazy, but recently it’s just chill. S’mores for sure, which we have to get stuff for on the way. It’s like a kickback. Some alcohol, but don’t feel obligated to drink and the usual teenage party games.” he explained.

You stepped out of your closet, smiling widely at Sweet Pea, “you had me at s’mores.”

“That’s why Fangs insisted we stop and get the stuff.” he chuckled seeing your extremely happy expression. You chuckled, gathering your bag and everything you’ll need as you’ll most likely stay with Fangs and headed out with Sweet Pea. He handed you an extra helmet, helping you buckle the chin strap after watching you struggle for a second and motioned for you to hop on behind him. You wrapped your arms around his waist as he revved the engine and pulled out of the driveway heading for the store.

“I guess i should be thanking you.” you said as you walked through the isle of the grocery store.

“What for?” Sweet Pea asked.

“For talking some sense into Fangs and prompting him to come talk to me. For saving our friendship honestly.” you reached down and grabbed the square marshmallows handing them to Sweet Pea to put in the basket he was carrying.

“All i said was he was pushing you away and that if he didn’t get his head out of his ass then he’d lose you.” he shrugged like it wasn’t that big of a deal.

“I know it seems like nothing, but Fangs means a lot to me and if it weren’t for you i probably wouldn’t have my best friend back. So thank you, i owe you.” you said as you handed him chocolate bars.

“You can thank me by letting me take you out for breakfast tomorrow morning.” he offered as he took the chocolates from you.

“Hmm we’ll see how tonight goes before i make a decision.” you smiled at him.

“Challenge accepted. I’ll make sure tonight is the best bonfire you’ve ever been to.” he shot you a wink, reaching around you to grab the graham crackers off the shelf and tossing them in the basket. He turned and walked towards the checkout, you shaking your head but couldn’t stop the smile that formed as you followed behind him.

The bonfire was a blast. Everyone was nice and they welcomed you with open arms. You ran into FP which made you happy and almost cry cause you haven’t seen him in a long time. Betty was there with Jughead so you had a few familiar faces to feel less nervous. Sweet Pea stuck to his word as well, trying to make your night amazing and you didn’t mind his presence at all.

The party had died down and everyone was going home or to their tent. Sweet Pea walked you to Fangs’ tent, stopping just outside of it.

“So, have you come to a decision on whether i get to take you to breakfast in the morning?” he asked with a hopeful smile.

“As long as i don’t have to wake up ridiculously early, then the answer is yes. I’d love to get breakfast with you.” you smiled up at him.

“Great, i’ll pick you up in this exact spot tomorrow morning. Sleep tight, y/n.” he walked backwards as he spoke giving you a wide smile. You waved and said goodnight, laughing as he stumbled a little. You climbed into Fangs’ tent, squealing when you saw Fangs’ sitting there with a smirk on his face.

“So breakfast with Sweet Pea, huh?” he wiggled his eyebrows.

“Eavesdropping isn’t nice, Fogarty.” you glared ignoring his question and curling up under a blanket as he chuckled turning off the small battery powered lamp.

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spookysweet-heart · 5 years

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The First Of Many

Request: Yes! By a lot of you actually!

Pairings: Natemare x Reader

Fandom: Youtuber Egos/NateWantsToBattle

Warnings: None

A/N: Well you guys wanted a part 2 for Rainy Days and I usually don't have intentions on writing sequels unless it was in high demand like this one was! If you haven’t read part 1 you can read it here! Thank you guys so much for enjoying what I love to do! You all are what keeps me motivated. Hope you enjoy your first date!~

After that day Natemare came by again to drop off your brother's clothes but he wasn't able to stay for long this time. So you two exchanged numbers, constantly texting throughout the following days, during breaks from work and whenever you had free time.

You noticed he wasn’t so shy anymore from when you first met him. He’d send more flirty texts that made your cheeks burn but smile like a dork. You had to admit that you’re really liking him the more you get to know him.

It’s been over three weeks since you last saw each other, work for you had taken up all your time with the new department being built, paperwork had to be filed and you had to supervise the whole process with your boss the majority of the time.

You had just gotten home from work, currently up in your room changing into more comfy clothes when your phone went off with a text notification. After pulling down your shirt, you picked up your phone from the desk and plopped

own on your bed laying on your back. Unlocking your phone you see its a text Natemare.

“Hey there, Beautiful. ;) I was wondering if you’re free tomorrow?”

You gently bite your lower lip smiling as you respond to the text. “I actually am for once, I have the weekend off. Why do you ask?” You turn over on your stomach and reach over to grab one of your pillows. Your phone dinged with another text.

“Do you like fairs? Heard there’s going to be one tomorrow night. I was hoping we could finally go on that date?”

You couldn’t help but smile excitedly as you reread the text before replying. “I love fairs! I’d love to go with you.”

A few seconds passed when your phone dinged again. “Great! I’ll pick up around 6:00 pm?”

“Sounds good! See you tomorrow!”

Getting under your covers you settle into bed hearing your phone ding once more, “See you tomorrow gorgeous. Sleep well, sweet dreams.”

Putting your phone to charge you send him a quick goodnight text back. “Great now I need to figure out an outfit for tomorrow…” You sighed as you got more comfortable in bed almost instantly falling asleep.

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The next day you did your chores around the house, you hadn't been able to properly clean your house in a while. After taking out the trash and sweeping the floor you decided to dust a few things here and there.

By the time you finished everything, it was 4:27 pm. Going upstairs and into your room, you settled on wearing one of your favorite comfy outfits before going to into the bathroom to shower.

After the shower, you quickly got dressed and styled your hair after drying it. You were putting on your shoes when you heard the doorbell ring. Quickly tying your shoes you grab your phone and wallet on your way to open the door.

When you open the door Natemare stands there smiling once he sees you. He whistles once he fully sees you when you open the door more. “Well, hello there gorgeous. Didn’t think it was possible for you to look even better than before.”

A small blush made its way your cheeks, giggling you grab your keys from the hook by the door. “Shut up, but thanks, you dork.”

Mare smiled as you closed and locked your door. He reached out his hand for you to take. When you did his smile grew a little. “Ready?”

You nodded, “Definitely, ready.”

The fair wasn’t too far from where you lived so you both decided to walk it there. Talking a bit about your day you both listened to each other while lightly swinging your hands. Once getting to the fair you saw how pretty everything looked lit up. To you, it looked very pretty and maybe a little magical?

You both walked around for it scoping out the booths with games and all the different foods. You both agreed on a few of the rides but you really didn’t want to go on the roller-coaster they had.

You were looking around the fair and spotted the duck pond game, Smiling like a little kid you gripped his hand a bit tighter and you started to make your way to the booth.

Natemare was a little confused till he saw the booth you were approaching. He was about to say something to you about being a little too old for playing this game, but seeing your smile and how excited you were to play he stopped himself. Once you two were at the booth you waited in the short line to play. “Is this your favorite game to play?”

You looked over at him a light blush on your cheeks. “It’s uh one of them, I used to play this a lot with my older brother and mom when we went to fairs as a kid. It was this game and the balloon darts, though I was never really great at that game it was still fun to try.”

“I’m actually not that bad in balloon darts though I still suck at it. Maybe later we can go against each other?”

“You’re on.” You playfully bump his arm with yours, turning around to the person running the booth when you realized it was your turn.

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Through the night you took turns during the games, encouraging each other or facing off one another. You went on a couple rides before you finally took a break on a nearby bench.

“You should’ve seen your face when the ride started spinning!! You looked like you were about to piss your pants!” Mare laughed hysterically as you glared at him.

“I wasn’t prepared! That scared the crap out of me! Dude c’mon it’s not that funny!” You began to pout when he only laughed harder.

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry but it was really funny to me.” Mare frowned when you wouldn’t look at him. He gently grabbed your chin lifting it up so you were looking at him. “I really am sorry (Y/n). I’ll buy you a treat, what would you like?”

Your blush slightly darkened, you grabbed his hand pulling it away from your face. “If it’s not a bother could I get a candy apple?”

“You know, I've never had one of those, it always sounds good though.”

You gasped when he confessed that. “Wait really? oh , Natemare we really have to get one now! You’ll love it!” going to one of the nearest candy apple stands you look through the different kinds they have. “You want to try Classic, Chocolate Drizzle, or Strawberry Milk?”

Mare looked over them and decided on the Chocolate one. After you bought it, you handed it over to him. Taking a bite he immediately loved how the sweetness of the chocolate blended well with the sourness of the green apple. “Holy shit, this is really good!”

You giggled and watched as he took another bite.”Told you, you’d love it.”

After swallowing what he had in his mouth he smiles over at you.”This was supposed to be your treat not mine.”

“You can get me some funnel cake later. That’s always good at the end of the night.”

“Deal.” He looks around the booth and finds the Balloon Darts. “Ready for some competition?”

You looked over at the booth he was looking and turned back to face him. A determined smile on your face. “Bring it.”

After three rounds he ended up winning by 4 more balloons. Natemare told the person who was running the booth which prize he wanted. You were pouting a bit since it was a close game and you thought you’d be able to win. You weren’t expecting him to hand you the stuffed animal though, you thought it was his since he won it. “Wait I, I take this you won this fair and square.”

You go to hand it back but he gently pushes it back to you and shakes his head. “No, keep I won it for you. I saw you staring at while we were playing.”

He smiles when you hold the stuffed animal close to you as slight blush appeared on your cheeks. “Thank you, It’s really cute.”

A couple more games later and getting some funnel cake, you both decided to walk around to settle down the food you just ate. Mare reached over hooking his pinkie with yours, lightly swinging them as you two walked around a booth selling more sweets.

“Do you want to go on the Ferris Wheel?” Natemare asked as he looked over at you.

You looked over at the Ferris Wheel, you’ve never been on one. You always tried to when you little but you mother always said no. Looking back at Mare you smiled at him. “Yeah, sure! I ‘d love too!”

His smile grew as you two made your way to the ride. Carefully getting on you both sat next to each other,Mare looked down at how close your hands were and laced his fingers with yours as he held your hand. You turned to look at him when the ride started to move. Both of you smiling and looking down as the fair got smaller the higher you got.

“This is amazing!” You smiled excitedly at him so in awe at the sight.

Natemare laughed a bit thinking it was cute how excited you got like a little kid. “Never been on a Ferris Wheel before?” When you shook your head, he looked a little surprised. “Well I’m glad you’re enjoying it.”

You blushed a bit as you gave him a small smile, “I’ve had a lot of fun tonight. Thank you, again for taking me out and for stuffed animal.”

You inched a bit closer to him, Mare did the same smiling down at you. “Of course, Sweetheart. You know, I’m really starting to like you even more.”

You lightly bit your bottom lip, “Yeah? I’m starting to like you more too….”

“That’s good. So it wouldn’t be awkward if I did this then….” Mare cupped your cheek with his free hand and leaned in kissing you sweetly.

Pulling away after a few seconds you smiled up at him. “This is honestly the best first date i’ve ever been on.”

“The first of many.” He leans in capturing you in another kiss as the ride started again.

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#natemare x reader #natemare #natemare fic #natewantstobattle egos #YouTuber Egos #battle egos #battle ego

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infires-fanfic-blog · 6 years

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Witness Protection - Namjoon x Reader (18+) (6)

CHAPTER 6 - THE SCOLDING

(Word count: 2,134)

After driving in silence for a while, we arrived at a moderately sized white house. Namjoon parked the car and got out, walking over my side to open the car door for me like a nice gentleman.

My legs were quite unsteady and shaky still from my previous fright, so Namjoon had to support my weight a bit to help me walk up to the front door. I was thankful for his help, but also a bit embarrassed that my legs had decided to not work properly.

With me still hanging on to his arm, Namjoon got his keys out of his pocket and unlocked the door, ushering me in as carefully as he could, leaving my belongings in the trunk of his car for now. However, as soon as we entered the house we were met face to face with a very distraught looking Mrs. Kim.

"KIM NAMJOON, JUST WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU-" she started to yell, but quickly caught sight of me and lowered her voice to a much less angry and more worried tone of voice. I was thankful that she stopped yelling, as me and yelling do not mix well whatsoever. She knew that all too well.

"(Y/N)... What are you doing here? Namjoon, what is she doing here?" She asked, quite dumbfounded.

Namjoon sighed and motioned for his mother to follow us as he led me to his living room and sat us all down on the couch so that we could talk.

"Sorry to make you bring your work home with you, but we have a bit of a predicament. It seems that the men who have been looking for (Y/N) have found the safe house. I was with her all night, since they spent a great amount of it trying to break down the door. Luckily, they didn't succeed." Namjoon explained with a tired look on his face. I felt really bad for keeping him up the rest of the night. I bet that he was exhausted.

"And you didn't think even once to call the police?" Mrs. Kim asked in an annoyed tone of voice, her arms crossed as she shot lazer beams at her son with her eyes.

"I left my phone in my car, and (Y/N) was in no state to think clearly. You know how traumatized she is, honestly I was so startled that the thought didn't even cross my mind to look for her cellphone. I however, will not make that mistake again. I'm sorry, mom." he responded as he put his head in his hands.

Mrs. Kim sighed a long drawn out breath and rubbed her face vigorously with her hands before getting up from her seat and placing her hands on her hips, once again staring at her son with an annoyed and frustrated expression.

"And you brought her here? Namjoon, did you not think that they could have been staking out the area until someone left? What if they followed you here? You just don't ever think how your actions could have horrible consequences on those around you, do you?" his mother quickly retorted as she sat down once again, clearly not knowing quite what to do with herself at that moment.

Her comments made me shrink in my seat. She was absolutely right...

"I wasn't about to just leave her there by herself after all of that, mom... I looked around for any suspicious vehicles and made sure that we were not followed. I am not an idiot." Namjoon said in a sure, quiet voice.

Mrs. Kim let out a frustrated grumble before getting up to leave the room, but before she left, she turned back around once more.

"I will leave her in your care for now. You two aren't going to school today until I figure all of this shit out. I have to call the office, the police... Damn, I am going to have so much paperwork to deal with..." She said before leaving the room.

In the distant echo of the house I could hear her keys jingling, the door opening and shutting behind her then locking, and her getting into her car and driving away until the sound of her vehicle faded away the further it got from the house.

I looked up a Namjoon who had now turned his head to me, and I was met with a weak smile from him. I felt absolutely horrible to get him mixed up in my crazy ass hell of a life like this.

I didn't want anything bad to happen to him because of me. I couldn't lose anyone else, but that is all I could think of as I stared into his eyes. I am dangerous. It is not safe around me. He would get hurt or worse, and it would kill me even more inside. Many thoughts bounced around my head, causing me to tear up once more.

"It's going to be alright, (Y/N). I won't let anything bad happen in your life anymore. I swear to you. I will only let you smile from now on..." Namjoon said as he rested his hand on my cheek, causing me to close my eyes.

That caused the tears that had welled in my eyes to be released in one singular streak, and I was taken aback a bit as I felt his lips meet mine for a soft and caring kiss.

I opened my eyes and looked at him, and then nodded my head in understanding. Although I could not let him know how I truly felt. That the safest place for him was as far away from me as humanly possible. That I didn't know if I had the strength to stay by his side. I am not selfish enough to blindly think that everything would be fine from now on..

"Namjoon. I am tired." I said quietly, still staring into his warm, chocolate-colored eyes.

"Okay. I will take you to my room. You can sleep there until I clean out the guest room. It's kind of filled with boxes of my mom's files right now." Namjoon said with a dimpled-smile and a small chuckle as he ran his hand through his hair.

Namjoon soon led me up the nearby staircase to his bedroom and opened the door, inviting me in. His room was racked full of shelves that held very curious looking figurines on them, and others held books of various subjects. He had a desk with some musical equipment hooked up to it and his bed was simple, yet filled with stuffed bears of a particular kind. It seemed a bit childish for a boy of his age to have so many toys, but I found it immensely cute for some reason. I walked up to the bed, picking up one of the orange, sternly eyebrow-ed bears and smiled.

"Well, this is embarrassing." Namjoon chuckled as he paced a couple times in a bit of a circle.

"No need to be embarrassed. I think it is interesting." I said quietly as I sat down on his bed and returned the bear to his place. His bed was very soft, and I bounced up and down slightly on it, causing my smile to grow.

"Ummm, well, goodnight then. If you need pajamas, there are some in my closet. Just please don't look in the boxes in there. I'm not even sure what is in some of them and I think that I am embarrassed enough for one day." Namjoon said with a slightly awkward laugh before turning to leave the room.

However, I reached out and grabbed his arm to stop him.

"Can... you please stay here with me? I don't want to be alone." I asked with pleading eyes. I do not fare well in unfamiliar environments by myself and although I had only just met him yesterday, I trusted Namjoon for some reason.

In the span of one day, I had already grown so attached to him. I believed everything he told me and would probably follow him off of a cliff if he said I could fly. I know that it is completely irrational and crazy to think this way over someone you literally just met, yet strangely I did not care. He is the first and only person to treat me like an actual human being. The first person to see me not as a freak, but to see me as an attractive girl.

As much as I wanted him to stay away for his own safety, I just wanted this for now. I wanted us, if he would want for there to be an us. I know that kissing and saying that he liked me does not automatically translate to girlfriend, and I would not pressure him to see me as such. However if he would start to see me that way on his own accord... I would not protest in the slightest.

Namjoon looked down at me and smiled, letting his dimples show in their full glory.

"I mean, my mom might kill me... but since we already almost died last night I don't think I really care." He said as he plopped down on the bed, bringing me towards him into a hug as he kindly stroked my hair.

After a bit, Namjoon got me out a pair of pajamas and a pair for himself as well before leaving to the bathroom to change while I did the same in his room. His pajamas were much to big on me, and when he came back he laughed at the size of the sleeves on them as I cutely flapped the excess fabric about like a small child.

Namjoon turned off the lights, causing the room to be dimly lit by the small amount of sunlight that struggled to pierce it's way through his black out curtains.

We settled into bed, and he held me close to him as I rested my head on his chest. I was calmed by the steady rhythm of his heartbeat and the feeling of his chest going up and down as he breathed.

His eyes were already shut, so I assumed that he fell asleep quite fast due to being overly tired from last night, but I was taken by surprise as he suddenly started speaking.

"(Y/N)... What I said earlier. You know, before all of the bad stuff happened... I really meant every word of it. I don't really know how you feel about me completely since you didn't really answer in words. Not that I am complaining, I liked that a LOT, it's just... I kind of want to hear it from you. Do you like me romantically?" He asked. I heard his voice resonate through his chest as he spoke, giving me a pleasant warm feeling mixed with butterflies in my stomach. I could not hold back my smile.

"Namjoon. I literally just met you..." I started to say. Namjoon held his breath, and I could tell he was expecting me to say something hurtful.

"But Even though I just met you, even when I first saw you in class... I could not get you out of my mind no matter how hard I tried." With those words, he began to relax again and returned to breathing almost normally.

"What do you mean exactly?" He asked in a still curious voice as he waited for me to get to my point.

I rolled over on top of him and cupped his face in my hands as I kissed him softly before looking down at him. Both of our faces were hidden in the long shroud of my hair.

"You know, you were my first kiss... I think you might have to take responsibility." I said in a teasing voice. "I would not have acted the way that I did if I did not have feelings for you. So of course I like you. A lot in fact." I said as I laid down on top of him, nuzzling myself into his neck.

Namjoon then wrapped his arms around my waist and rolled so that I was now underneath him, causing me to squeal from the sudden turn.

"So... does that mean that you are mine now?" Namjoon asked in a low sultry voice, causing me to shudder.

"Only if you are mine in return." I responded quietly as I ran my fingers through his hair.

He suddenly smiled quite big and chuckled lowly before leaning down to kiss me yet again.

"Deal."

With that, Namjoon layed down on his side and pulled me close to him. I soon fell soundly asleep in his warm, comforting embrace where I felt the safest I had in a long time. Not even the nightmares could hurt me now.

(part 7)

#BTS #bts fanfic #bts x reader #rm x reader #namjoon x reader #namjoon x y/n #namjoon x you #bts au #bts crime au #bts murder au

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levi-inthesun · 6 years

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Little Devil Kisses

a/n: okay, here is just a bit of fluff and love for our love-starved, touch-starved boy. The idea for this lil fic came to mind as I was making chocolate meringue cookies. (Also I barely edited this).

I do not condone Billy’s actions in stranger things

You’d seen him in the hallways, at parties, rarely in classes, always flirting with someone, even if it was just giving some poor girl that stupid smirk, or fighting. He’d hit on you a few times but surprisingly respected your wishes when you turned him down. At this point, the only interactions you had with him were the occasional nod or that one time he asked to borrow a pencil in English class. Which, speaking of the devil, actually showed up to on time. To your surprise, he sat down at the desk next to yours, but he kept his head down and stuck to himself.

“Alright,” Mr. Green called everyone to attention. “I am going to pair you up today to work on a project, it will be due on Friday when we walk into class.” He started naming off pairs, as well as a book that they would do the report on.

“Hargrove, y/l/n, The Great Gatsby.”

You turned to your left and gave the boy a soft smile, which he only responded to with the allusive nod.

Mr. Green continued to give instructions for the project, which you wrote down religiously. You had slacked off the last assignment and had been given a less than savory grade. You would not make that mistake again. He gave you the last few minutes of class to talk to your partners.

“Hey Billy, The Great Gatsby, huh? It’s a pretty good one.”

Billy seemed shocked you were being so friendly with him, “Uh yeah, it’s actually one of my favorite books.”

“Awesome, so uh, would you want to come over today and we can get started on it?”

Billy shook his head, “Sorry y/n, I can’t today, but uh, would tomorrow be okay?” “For sure.”

As soon as the bell rang, Billy was out of his seat and out of the classroom.

That night, you re-read The Great Gatsby as a refresher when there was a knock at your bedroom door.

“Come in!”

Your mom opened the door, “Still up baby?” “Yeah, I am just refreshing my memory, I have a partner project that is due Friday.” “Ah, so The Great Gatsby again. When are you meeting up with your partner?”

“Tomorrow! Billy is going to come here if that’s okay.” “Yeah of course baby.” “Hey mom, he seems to have a really rough home life… would you mind making those cookies for when he comes over?”

“I would love to.” Your mom walked over, planted a kiss on your head, and bid you goodnight.

The next day, you went through the school day like most. Except for today you were running late for 3rd period and you forgot your math notebook, so you were booking it to your locker.

“Umph” you felt like you had hit a brick wall.

“Oh my gosh I am so so sorry!” you leaned down to pick up the notebook you were carrying.

“Don’t sweat it, princess.”

Billy stood there, wearing that stupid smirk he thought was so sexy.

“Oh hey! Are we still on for tonight?” Billy looked you up and down, “yeah, we’re still on, I just have to take max to her friends' house before I come over.”

“No worries, uh, I’ll see you in class?” “Maybe.” Billy walked away and you could swear he was shaking his hips a little more than usual.

English class rolled around, and Billy did not.

The day ended and you headed out to your car, not seeing Billy anywhere. Once you got home, you were convinced that he wasn’t going to show until you heard the doorbell ring.

“COME IN!” you yelled as you pulled cookies out of the oven.

Billy poked his head in before stepping into the house all the way. From the entryway, he could see into the kitchen and saw you hanging out with your mom, causing him to feel a particular pang in his chest. Your mom looked just like his. Long curly blonde hair, soft eyes. Billy took a deep breath before he took his shoes off and came in.

“Hey! I was thinking you weren’t going to show!” you said with a huge smile on your face. Billy wasn’t used to being greeted like this, and you could have sworn you saw a slight blush spread across his cheeks.

“Uh oh! Mom, this is Billy, my partner for the English project. Billy this is my mom!” “It is so nice to meet you, Billy.” “Good to meet you too ma’am,” Billy said holding his hand out to shake her hand.

“Oh, honey, you can call me whatever you are comfortable with, besides ma’am. But I am also a hugger if that’s okay.” Billy nodded and your mom embraced the love-starved boy for a moment before patting his shoulder and giving him a warm smile.

“I’ve made some cookies, go ahead and make yourself at home. If you’d like something more filling to eat anything you find is fair game.”

You and Billy sat down at the kitchen table and started working on the project.

“Alright, so our first task is to go through and write down the different aspects of the main character’s personalities, then we decide who we identify most with and explain why, and then how our characters relationship is in the book.” You looked up at Billy and saw him staring at the cookie sheet.

“Oh my goodness, sorry I meant to bring them over!” You jumped out of your chair, put the cookies on a plate, and grabbed a jug of milk, then two cups.

“Oh no that’s okay, just, uh, what type of cookies are those?” he said eyeing the plate.

“They’re chocolate meringue cookies, but my mom has always called them little devil kisses.” “Where did she learn to make them?” Billy said, sounding far away.

“Um, I think her and her best friend growing up figured out how to make them? Here, let me just ask.” Billy tried to make a sound to stop you, but he couldn’t he needed to know.

You came back a minute later, mom in tow. “Y/n is saying you wanted to know about the cookies?” she asked still giving him that warm, soft smile.

Billy just nodded.

“Alright,” she said pulling out a stool from the island, “My best friend and I were in high school and wanted to figure out a good cookie recipe to impress some boys. She had learned how to make meringue, so we messed with it a bit and came up with those.” She nodded at the plate of cookies. “They were so damn good, practically sinful, so we called them little devil kisses.” She said smiling at the memory.

You looked over at Billy and saw that he was practically in tears.

“Um, do you remember your friend's name?” he whispered.

“Her name was Anne, uh, her maiden name was Johnson… Billy?” she asked sitting next to the now sobbing boy, “do you mind me asking why?”

Billy shook his head, took a deep breath trying to compose himself before uttering, “Anne Johnson Hargrove was my mother.” He could barely get it out before the sobs became uncontrollable.

As soon as the words were out of Billy’s mouth, your mom’s arms were around him, tears coming out of her own eyes.

You watched in awe as your mother comforted Billy. You’d known he had to have been hardened by something, but this broke your heart.

When Billy finally calmed down, your mom told you and Billy stories about his mom. About how they had been the ones to sneak booze into prom and had gotten trashed. How Anne Johnson was the kindest woman to have ever graced this terrible planet. How your mom was there the night Anne found out she was pregnant with Billy and helped her tell Neil that it was his baby. Mom had met your dad once Billy was a year old, and they moved out west. You went and got a photo album from the bookcase.

Once you set it on the table, your mom flipped it open and showed Billy photos of her and Anne when they were growing up.

Billy stayed for dinner that night, and way past, promising your mother he’d come back tomorrow and she can show him more.

You walked Billy to the door, he sat down on the steps that head up to your bedrooms to put his boots back on.

“Hey, uh…” Billy started as he tightened the laces on his boots, “listen, I just… thank you. You and your mom have made me feel real… comfortable and I really appreciate it. I haven’t had the chance to talk about my mom since she uh since she passed.”

Billy stood up and threw his coat on. “It’s not a problem, honestly.”

“Um, y/n, is it okay, if I uh, hug you?” Billy said staring at his feet.

Instead of answering, you wrapped your arms around him and Billy buried his face in your shoulder.

Billy came over every day that week. On Thursday, Billy showed up with a black eye and was clutching his stomach. Once you opened the door, he stumbled in, got a good look at him and ushered him to his favorite chair. He groaned sitting down.

“Billy! You’re bleeding!” you knelt down in front of him and he allowed you to peel his shirt off his abdomen. “What happened.” you gasped.

“Uh, my uh… my dad happened.” he breathed.

You ran to grab the first aid kit, a few towels, and a clean sweatshirt.

You quickly moved to put pressure on the wound to help stop the bleeding, then put some baby oil on his eye, along with some ice to reduce the swelling.

Once his stomach had stopped bleeding, you pulled the towel off and threw it in the garbage. You looked at the cut carefully.

“Damn Hargrove, you’re going to need stitches. Come on, let’s put some more pressure on it and I will take you to the hospital.” “NO. No hospital… please.” he begged.

“Okay… it’s a good thing I know how to do medical stitches.”

You pulled out the necessary items and set them out on the little table that was next to him. “Actually, Billy, it would be easier if you were laying down and you’d be way more comfortable on a bed. Do you think you’ll be able to make it upstairs?” Billy nodded and slowly stood up, clutching the clean towel to his stomach.

You put out a few more towels on your bed and he lied down, as you ran downstairs to grab everything, including a bottle of whiskey.

“This is going to hurt, a lot. Here” you said handing him the bottle, “you are going to need this.” Billy opened the bottle and started drinking as you cleaned him off, Billy sucked in a breath from the alcohol wipes stinging his skin.

You pulled on a pair of gloves and got the needle ready.

“Okay, are you buzzed enough?” once he affirmed that he was ready, you started stitching his abdomen back together.

Billy would make uncomfortable noises every once in a while, but soon enough you were tying off the last knot.

“Okay, I am all done.” you helped Billy up and got the shower ready for him.

“Baby! What is going on!” you heard your mom call from downstairs.

You ran down and updated her on the events of the evening.

You heard the shower shut off and a few minutes later, Billy made his way downstairs.

“Hey sweetie, y/n filled me in,” she said as she pulled him into a hug. Once she pulled away she asked if she could check the stitches you had done. She led you both into the kitchen, at sat Billy down. He pulled the sweatshirt he was wearing up to expose the stitches you had done 20 minutes ago. “Baby, you did a good job.” she said examining them, “you are going to have a scar, but that’s just because it was done by a non-professional 18-year-old.” Billy pulled the shirt back down and put the ice you had pulled back out on his eye.

“Hon,” your mom said, sitting down after putting dinner in the oven, “would you tell me exactly what happened.”

Billy shook his head, and sat there for a moment, before removing the ice and nodding. “Yeah, I’ll tell you, but… just please don’t tell anyone.”

“Billy, that isn’t something I can promise, but I will, however, promise to help you.”

“Okay… So, my plan was to just stop at home to grab a few things before coming home after dropping Max, my step-sister, off. Unfortunately, my dad was home. He asked me where I’d been all week, and I was tired of lying, so I told him the truth. That I was visiting mom’s best friend growing up, and he lost his shit. Sayin’ how he never wanted to hear about her ever again, and how dare he even mention her in his presence.” Billy sighed, staring at his hands.

“Then he pushed me into the wall, punched me, and when I told him to stop and pushed him off of me, he cut me. Told me it was to teach me a lesson. To respect authority….” Billy trailed off, holding his face in his hands.

Your mom stood there in shock. She had known Neil Hargrove in high school, and while he hadn’t been the nicest, but he had never hit anyone. Tears slide down your mom’s cheek, and you saw tears rolling down Billy’s. He looked up momentarily and caught your eyes pleading for comfort.

You stood up and took the few strides it took to get to Billy, where he opened his arms. Hesitating for a moment, you sat down on his lap and let him bury his face in your hair as you held him, rubbing little circles on his back and stroking his hair.

You both stayed like that until your mom put dinner on the table.

“Um, so, you told me I could call you anything other than ma’am… I uh… I was… I was wondering if I could call you… uh... “ Billy rubbed the back of his neck with his hand nervously. “Can I call you mom?” he finished, choking up a little bit.

Your mom practically burst into tears. “Yes, yes you can. Billy, I would be honored for you to call me mom.” She stood up and placed a kiss on his head, just like she does with you.

Billy moved into your guest room soon after that. Your mom decided it wasn’t safe for him to be at his home with Neil. She talked to Susan once she determined she did not want harm to come to the boy, and Susan agreed that that would be best for Billy.

One day after school, Billy came home with a black eye and bloody lip.

“Billy, what happened???” your mom rushed over to him to examine his face. Billy only looked down, occupying his attention with his feet.

“I got into a fight,” he mumbled.

“I didn’t catch that, please repeat yourself.”

Billy sighed heavily, “I got into a fight.”

“You what?!” she took a step back to look him over. “Did the other person start it with you?” “No ma’am,” he said looking back down, preparing himself for the beating that would ensue.

Your mom moved closer and Billy flinched.

“Oh honey, no, I’m not, come here,” she said enveloping him in her arms. “I am disappointed, and I will not tolerate this kind of behavior, not when you’re in my care, do you understand?”

“Yes ma’am,” he said into her shoulder.

“Alright, cut it with the ‘yes ma’am, no ma’am’ stuff, okay, no ma’am, just mom.” She said pointedly.

“Okay mom,” he said quietly.

“Now, get your butt in the kitchen, we are going to make some little devil kisses.”

After that, Billy stayed out of trouble.

He had a real friend, who was more like a sister.

And he had a mom, who would talk about his mother every day, and share photos and memories.

Best of all, Billy had love, and hugs, and forehead kisses, and someone who wanted him.

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<Hey Elsa, still wake :s|

|Yeah, what up Anna?>

<Just wanted to remind you that you can text me if you feeling| lonely or idk anythin |

|Don't worry love, we'll talk at lunch. See ya tmrr babe>

<uh?. kay G'night babe?|

Well she did sounded happier than our emotional lunch a couple days ago. But 'babe', I didn't think Elsa was the type of girl that would call her friends babe, she is usually more reserved and formal, even when addressing me, her own sister.

My phone clock said it was fifteen past one, I really hope she gets some sleep, she already missed Literature yesterday because she over slept.

My eyes were almost giving up the fight, my breath became slower and I was finding the sweet spot laying on my side... until my eyes connected with pale green bright ones across my bed. "Aah! Oh, its just- I'm sorry Rory, but your eyes were like ghostly for a sec. Uh did my phone wake you up?"

"Not really, I was thinking about a story I read this afternoon online, it was about these two brothers that had a legal dispute over the rights to an App that got very popular lately. And then I was thinking about you and Elizabeth, as a complete opposite to their relationship" Is she...who's Elizabeth? "You and your sister seem to be really close. I'm an only child so I guess always wanted a sister. I mean Malena... my step mom is like an older sister to me, almost. She is turning thirty two this month and I'm nineteen, but to be honest she looks younger"

"Wait, you're older than me... how?, you look like thirteen. Are you sure you're not like a fairy or one of those kids from Peter Pan's stories?" I really thought she was some sort of genius thirteen year old that got here for her brains. And she is so cute! "You are adorable"

"Should I take that as a compliment" aw, is she blushing? Wait-wait a second. Am I, am I flirting with Rory? Sure, she is mysterious and a cutie but. Oh, I think I'm flirting with her. It wouldn't be the first time, and we're not in high school anymore, this won't be one of those hey let's be lez and make out for funsies, we are adults now, we could be girlf-partn-we might be serious about it. Take it slow, she might not be into girls, there are still straight girls... probably out there in the world. And even if they feel attracted to other girls it might not be serious.

"Hum, yeah. Totally babe" real smooth you dumb dumb "I mean its totally late" saved! "Yaaaaawn~, goodnight Rory".

I couldn't keep eye contact with her after that and pretended to be sleeping by facing to the wall and hugging my pillow tight. I wonder what was keeping Elsa up this late, and well I have to tell her about Rory and I'm sure she will support me, and maybe she will finally come out of the closet.

Elsa has never had a boyfriend... or a girlfriend either, but I know she is not asexual. I once saw her laptop's browser history, her searches where mostly about something called first time videos, no boys in those videos for what I watched.

She didn't have a date for prom, instead she asked me to be her date which was very sweet but it was when Hans and I were dating. That did not end well, Elsa went back into a depression which I could help her overcome, I had to, it was my fault after all. Hans wasn't even worth it, he just wanted to fulfill some sexual fantasy. Asshole. I regret dating him, Elsa was right about him all along.

Ugh, why is sleeping so hard now! Every time I try to stop thinking and sleep, I start thinking about Elsa or Rory, or both. I guess I can't wait 'till tomorrow, I'll send Elsa a text. No! I can't wake her up just for that!

Even if I get any sleep, tomorrow is going to be a hard day...

And indeed it was. I was so distracted by the sleep deprivation that during volley classes I broke my 'ball to the face' record. Although one of them was because I thought seeing Elsa, guess I got hit in the head a lot that day. The last time Elsa came to one of my games or practices was back in high school. Her excuse for not coming to see me was that our uniforms were too revealing and uncomfortable to wear and some weird feminist term I can't quite recall. I never told her that I helped designing the Arendelle's Amazons team uniform.

ooo

Today was a hard day. All thru the night I had to fight the urge to comply to mirror's Anna requests. Since two days ago, when I decided to own the wrong feelings towards my sister, and accepted her fictional kisses and roaming hands, Anna has gotten bolder and is firmly determined to go where no other has ever been.

She wants us to do something so despicable... yet I know she only wants it because, I, because I want her too. But we can't. I had complied and let her touch me lustfully from head to toe. I have felt her hands massage, squeeze and pinch into the soft flesh of my breasts, her lips and saliva seducing my neck, my fingers, my nipples, my nose and my lips. I let her feel all of me... except for my sex. There is where I've drawn a line. Its ridiculous and even I find it a nuisance, but once we cross that invisible line, we could no longer be who we are now. We would no longer be human, we would be no better than animals. How could I do that to her if I love her, strip her away from her humanity, making her but a lust beast.

The only way I have managed to stop her from advancing any further is exercise. I have done about a hundred squats or even more, maybe the sore muscles are enough punishment in her eyes or she ends up as tired as I am by the end of the day. Mirror Anna had the idea of visiting the real Anna's volley practice this morning, and she did, she even took some photos of Anna. I still don't get why an athlete has to wear those tiny shorts to play volley. Which is the same reason I'm doing squats five minutes before Anna comes to my dorm with pizza slices and probably looking... I need more squats.

Knock-Knock. The sound from the lower part of the door, Anna was kicking the wood, her hands must be occupied with the pizza. I'm sitting on the floor, sweating and sore, my muscles inflamed and my mind... pure. I force my self up, a grunt escaping my throat. "I'm coming, Anna, just a second" every step a needle of quick pain thru my legs. I take a deep breath and turn the knob opening the door and inviting Anna in.

"Pizza is here!" said my sister cheerful as ever.

She indeed had a nine inch plain white box, a can of coca~cola for us to share and a pair of straws. And then I had to look at her, her beautiful face holding an honest warm smile my face can't avoid replicating. I take the box from her and place it on the desk going around my bed, Anna tilts her head to right showing confusion. She kicks her shoes off and walks thru the bed setting down the coke on the desk and sitting down on my bed.

She looks at me joyfully and pats the spot to her left presenting it for me to sit by her side. I can't help but smiling and feeling a blush crawl under my cheeks. I took of my sneakers and took a step forwards when Anna extended her hand in front of her signaling me to stop. "Are those new pants?" her chocolate eyebrows knitted together.

"N-No, m-m-mom gave th-these yoga pan-nts t-t-to me last christ-t-tmas" I was stuttering so much, why?

"Are you sure, you look different. Twirl for me, babe." B-babe?! Where did that came from? Do I really look strange? But, as per usual, I did as Anna requested. "No no. Slower" And I did it again, slower this time.

"S-s-ssee, the same old p-p-pa-ants." her face was thoughtful and intense. And her next words were, acute to say the least.

"Your ass got bigger. But bigger good, you know, not fat or immense. Just fuller, um, how can I... your butt looks good in those pants" We were both blushing red and hot like a flame. And a awkward silence set in for a few seconds longer than I would like it to be.

"I-I-I squats...an-d-d-d thank y-y-you An-Anna" she bursted in a laughter and I followed. She fell on her back as she tried to recover from our cackling up.

I sat down next to her still chuckling a bit. Her skirt had risen a couple of inches up and her thighs were at full display, but what my eyes were seeking for was barely peeking into my sight, her green- No! stop it. Pizza night, and that's it. Behave like a sentient being Elsa, focus. I looked away from her and my eyes met the mirror across the dorm. And I saw myself kissing Anna, like I would kiss the other Anna. Shook my head to make sure it was nothing more than a mere mesmerism. It was.

Anna sit up and wipe some tears the laughing had brought to her eyes. "We are such dorks. Oh, that made me so hungry. Let's eat before the pizza gets cold and our can of soda gets warm" if only she knew how hard this visit has been to me.

We ate the pepperoni and cajun style spiced slices of pizza, and clean the fatty oily sensation drinking the can of soda with two straws, one for each, although, I worry I might have sipped from Anna's a few times both being identical white plastic same lengthened generic straws. This night was the best I had in a long time, but it was fated to die.

All the fun, our pleasant chat, all would end with Anna going back to her own dorm.

Anna got up and stretched until her back pop the air off her spine joints and mewl with satisfaction. She put on her shoes back and took a last look at the mirror to check her makeup. "My dorm doesn't have a mirror"

"Please stay! Jus-Just-t-t for the night, please, An-Anna."

She turned to me with a disappointing look, I knew what her answer was going to be "I can't stay Elsa, I'm sorry. but, I have Volley courses tomorrow early in the morning".

It hurt. Having her just for a moment every day, when I deserved to have her by my side. I felt anger, sadness, yearning all bottled up in my chest ready to burst. "I-I don't care ab-bout your stupid volley. Y-you only play it because of the slut uniforms they wear..." hot tears ran thru my face as I collapsed to my knees. Why was I pushing her away? Why couldn't I just... accept it, that there is no Anna and Elsa, not in the way my mind has made it to be lately.

But then warmth wrapped my body, Anna was holding me, on her knees, crying. I don't deserve her. "I know how much it hurts Elsa, and believe me, it hurts me too. And calling me a slut or whore or a cunt, will not work on me, you can't hurt me, because you love me more than anyone will ever love me, and we know that".

I don't deserve her.

My tears kept rolling down my cheeks, like healing rain, cleansing the pressure off my chest. My eyes seek hers, I swallow hard and cease breathing, my lips draughting a kiss that Anna with no hesitation participates in. Chaste, nothing but a peck for her, but to me... it was a promise. A promise to Anna, 'I will try'.

Anna still loves to break mom's rule. I know that, as chaste as our kisses are, siblings our age don't kiss each other on the lips, but we are not just siblings, not just sisters... we are special. And I think she missed this too. Not in the same way I do, but it still makes me feel a little better.

"There, better now sweetie?" I was, so I nodded "Uhm, so, my roommate Rory, well..." she was scratching the back of her neck and her eyes leaving mine "she told me about this social worker that can help... us, with, well you know like therapy. We could go tomorrow... if you want of course."

"M-m-maybe it would hel-p. Th-th-thanks, An-nn-na, for being here for me" she fought tears creeping in her eyes and helped me get up.

We said goodnight, and she left. I closed the door and there in front of me was Anna in the mirror sitting on the bed and pretending to be weary.

"Finally, she left. I really thought for a moment there that she would ruin our night. And... tonight will be the night, right babe?"

I did not responded. But instead, I undressed and hid myself under the red wig.

I did not want to fight myself no more.

Tonight was going to be the night.

Tonight, I would stop being a human...

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