#You make me incredibly happy every day‚ you ate such a nice and kind person all the fucking time and like

[trashmuis]

I had SUCH a good time this weekend!!!!

This was my first ever horror convention, and I left SO happy!!!

Bill Moseley was sooo chill and so nice! I can't believe I actually got to meet him and pose with him and get a selfie and an 2 autographs! I got a signed Chop Top headshot personalized for me, plus I got a Cornbugs CD (Celebrity Psychos) signed, and a selfie with him holding it <3 !!

it was pretty cool because he couldn't get the plastic off of the CD case so he pulled out a pocket knife with a dramatic flourish and sliced it open, but he accidentally cut into the case but I was like "no that's fine thank u omg" so I have a slightly knife-cut version of the CD case i guess, with his name on the CD itself and honestly I'm happy about it. for the photo, he asked me my name and shook my hand and was really kind, and he asked what i wanted for the quote and i just. i panicked. i froze. i forgot every line of dialog in the movie. i said "um there are too many, uh, i don't know um-" and then he proceeded to rattle off like every quote at me in the voice with the intonation and- that was. that was great. i settled with the classic "lick my plate, you dog dick" line bc it's iconic and also feels like he is insulting me with his quote on the picture which is just too goddamn funny to pass up.

Bill Johnson was a sweetheart and it just was obvious. like i can tell even from his demeanor that he was so patient and kind. i got a headshot of Leatherface signed (which goddamn he has beautiful handwriting and it was amazing to watch him make sure it looked as good as possible) and I also got a selfie with him too :D !!

I bought a crap ton of stuff and WON the silent auction being held in the main autograph room, so even if I never meet Edwin Neal (I hope one day....) I DO have an autograph from him that I got from that! It's a picture of the hitchhiker cutting himself and it's signed by him, and it's verified and that's so dope

I wore my costume all day on Saturday, and got some professional pics with both Bills, all in costume. So. That was cool! I got some photos with other people, and my costume is probably floating around there somewhere on Facebook, according to one guy. But. That's ok. I'm basically unrecognizable in that outfit lmao

Bill Moseley complimented my Chop Top costume tho at the photoshoot, and then again when he was leaving! That was great

That night, I went to see the TCM2 showing with live commentary and it basically was just watching the movie with Bill Moseley and Tom Morga. Bill just drank a Dr. Pepper (I know because he declared that before the movie started) and ate popcorn and kind of laughed at parts, and gave a few facts I wasn't aware of, and Tom mostly bounced off of Bill. some of these details are in the tags of my other posts but i do mean it when I say, it is incredible to be in an actual full-sized theater watching The Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2 and hearing Bill Moseley chuckle at the movie every now and then

and then in the morning today, I went around for the last time, bought a few more Leatherface items, and sadly had to go home

but I ABSOLUTELY want to go to a horror convention again, and if I get the opportunity to meet Bill Moseley again I probably will and I'll gift him something next time bc I just. I want to. I wasn't expecting Bill Johnson to be there tbh (it was much more last minute on the website?) but if I see him again too, I'll do the same :)

#these are just some highlights #it was a whirlwind of stuff and emotion #im still on a high over it and i just. im so thrilled <3 #ive been so goddamn depressed lately and this just rewired my brain briefly #my life #Chop Top Sawyer #Bill Moseley #Leatherface #Bill Johnson #Creature Feature Weekend

[bambirex]

for ronance : robin proposing to nancy after taking her to a nice dinner

Warnings: none

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Robin's heart pounded hard inside her chest. She wiped her clammy hands on her slacks, desperately trying to stop the nervous bouncing of her legs.

Nancy looked so beautiful in her light blue dress, her hair up in a loose bun and with that radiant smile on her face, that Robin suddenly found herself at a loss for words. She swallowed thickly, fixing the collar of her shirt as Nancy sent her another, beautiful smile.

"This is a nice restaurant," Nancy stated. "I don't think I've ever had a lava cake this good. Where did you find this place?"

"Uhm, a friend recommended it to me," Robin replied lamely. She palmed the tiny box in her pocket. When was the right time to ask the big question? It felt like no moment was ever good enough.

Robin had a whole speech prepared, but she was pretty sure she would mess it up, what with her anxiety levels bursting through the roofs. She licked her chapped lips, fidgeting in her chair.

"I've never even had lava cake before, but it's really good, isn't it? I like the way the chocolate melts in my mouth. I remember my grandma used bake this cookie, it wasn't lava cake, obviously, but it was also kind of gooey in the middle, and when we ate it.. "

Nancy's little chuckle made her realize that she started rambling again. She blushed in embarrassment.

"Sorry."

"You're nervous," Nancy said softly. She reached over the table, squeezing Robin's hand. "What's wrong?"

"I love you," Robin blurted out, making Nancy laugh heartily.

"I love you too, but since when is that something to be nervous about?"

"Uhh, every day?" Robin chuckled. She scratched the back of her neck awkwardly with her free hand. She realized maybe it was finally time.

"Ever since I've met you, I... I used to think you were a bit of a priss. But that was until I actually got to know you," Robin added quickly when Nancy narrowed her eyes. "Point is, even when I was wrong about you, I was still right about one thing, and that was that you're really special."

She played with Nancy's fingers idly as she gathered her thoughts.

"And then we became friends, and I realized you really are the coolest person ever. And the smartest. And the prettiest. And then we fought through all this shit together, and I love you so much, and, shit. Nancy. You're incredible."

She pulled the ring box out of her pocket with trembling fingers, trying not to drop it. When Nancy noticed it, her eyes widened, and she let out a gasp.

"I know I could never be as incredible as you," Robin continued, her voice shaking, "but I hope I can make you a little happy, at least. And I wanna make you happy for the rest of your life, so..."

She popped the box open, revealing the silver ring inside. It only had a tiny, blue gemstone in it - Robin wished she could get Nancy diamonds. That was what she deserved.

"Nancy Wheeler," Robin whispered, only hoping that Nancy heard her, as she couldn't speak any louder, "will you marry me?"

Suddenly there were tears streaming down Nancy's face as she clutched a hand over her mouth.

"Is that... good crying, or bad crying?" Robin choked out, feeling dizzy all of a sudden. What if she messed this all up, what if Nancy says no...

Nancy didn't reply first, instead, she leaned over the table and kissed Robin so deeply, that Robin was grateful for the chair beneath her; otherwise she would have collapsed. Her eyes fluttered shut as Nancy kissed her sweetly, lovingly, her hands cradling Robin's face.

When Nancy pulled back, she was smiling through her tears.

"Of course, I'll marry you," she grinned. She pecked Robin on the lips one more time. "Yes, yes, of course!"

Robin beamed, happy tears welling up in her eyes as she pulled the ring onto Nancy's finger. It looked absolutely perfect.

"And Robin," Nancy said as she inspected her ring with an awed smile, "you're amazing, too."

After seeing how happy Nancy was with the idea of marrying her, Robin actually believed it.

#ronance #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fic #my fic #request

[hueningshaped]

DAY = made 🥹 LIFE = PERFECT 💓 IM = HAPPY when i see ur message every time without fail !!! sorry it’s taken me so terribly long to get back to you my vacation has come to an end but these final days have been so exhausting so they have also put me even further from responding to u so u can only imagine ive been feeling bc i haven’t been able to talk to u :((( BUT OMG we are so similar we think alike its a little too convenient huh *presents u a ring* hehe i will be jjirit-jjirit-jjirit-jjirit-ing and i wanna know-know-know-know-ing all the way to my grave haha omg also the nostalgia for those songs!!! the memories it evokes from when it came out they’re so tender thank u for reawakening that for me !! and ahhh so glad u enjoyed and appreciated the parts u talked about (i get heart eyes listening to u talk about the things u love) the feel my rhythm video as much as i did <333 the story and the orchestra i freaking love classical versions and classical music i ate that version uppp haha AND ahh i love finding more txt content and like that i allowed u to see more content nono i owe u mine for the joy you’ve given me !!!!!!!! and gosh those contacts make him so incredibly 👁👁 i luv it beomgyu’s a pretty boy <3 “tyun acting like blinking is a limited resource that needs to be used sparingly” that made me laugh so hard oh njnvjejnjknfjk ur so funny 🥺 but truly!!!!!! i think taehyun is as close to perfect as possible its insane oh gosh he makes me swoon~~~~~ OMG I LOVE MOA DIARY!!!! (moa moa, moa moa~~) omg i had to go back and watch that bc i didn’t even catch that :0000 i love that !!! aw what a sweet song to have that memory (if that made anyyy sense) i think my fav dance practice might be poppin star its so very short but its my favorite colors that they’re wearing and it’s my fav song and i didn’t know it existed so i was pleasantly surprised one day when i found it <333 sorry i talk so much >< ( wait i just noticed i apologized that previously and you reassured me in this message that made me tear up a bit, im very touched by this) but OMG YES I CRY TO THOSE TWO! + wishlist (and did i tell u i sob like a child to nap of a star) my friends call me weird for it but hey txt has such a powerful impact on my emotions what can we say!! i love how txt’s songs has so many levels and the sound can evoke a far different feeling from the lyrics and vice versa and the contradictions say more ugh theyre so brilliant and amazing !!! and omg no it makes sense that no one would think to put tea in their milk or the other way around haha my culture (?) doesn’t do that either but it dilutes the tea in a nice way for me ( ◜‿◝ ) it also depends on the tea for me but it really is up to your own tastes haha !! oo well sadly it triggers my anxiety pretty badly which is sad bc i love matcha lattes :”) and OH YM GOODNESSS! thats so crazy bc you’d think it would have the opposite reaction haha sorry that was an awful experience for u :( AHHHHHHH stop ur toooooooo kind to me what th heck thats soooo mjf?!?@>$!#$@>% i could cry (im really thankful for u saying this, if i ever take advantage or not let u know how thankful i am, i will feel like i have failed u) hehe anyway~~ why can’t it just snow automatically when its winter 😭😭😭 snow is associated with childhood now so the lack of snow feels so personal and hurtful (jk but still </333) YASS , my peace = talking to you <333 can’t wait beffie !!! but please take ur time, do things on ur time and pace ok <3~~~ HELLO??? ur not boring at all, ur the furthest from boring 🥺 hey at least u dont get scared from them haha or do jump scares affect u ?:0 like taehyun haha or are u more beomgyu about them ^^ OMG ATLA!!!!!!! that is such HIGH QUALITY, godtier work <3 i haven’t seen it since i was younger or in primary school but i remember being so emotionally invested in it and there was/is always something to talk about ugh its so amazing impeccable taste i could hear u talk about it for forever ~~~ (ur not stupid ok!! do not say that about my bff 😾🫶🏼) [1/2]

#anon🧃

[plztumb1rhelpmegetoveranxiety]

Plz i love you (/p)

ilyt :] 💖

#/p #maddymayhearts #asks #I'm gonna rant about how awesome you are rn in the tags #I hope that's okay #👉👈 #okay‚ sooooooooooooo #You make me incredibly happy every day‚ you ate such a nice and kind person all the fucking time and like??? #Your blog is incredibly nice to look at too btw #Whenever I see posts from you on my dash I'm just like :]!!!!!!! FRIEND!!!!!!! #Litterally every time I see you‚ wether it be in my notes‚ on my dash‚ in my askbox‚ etc #I always just think 'Hearts my beloved!!' or 'my beloved!!' (platonically ofc) and I associate the heartlocket meme with you too so wheneve #I see that little heart gif or just a post containing the words 'my beloved' I think of you and that never fails to make me happy #Also whenever I see you say something in the tags of a post or make a post of your own n stuff I am just !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!💖💖💖💖 #You are super amazing and I am happy you exist and I hope you had a good day today #I just realized this is less of me ranting about how awesome you are and more of how much I care about you I'm sorry #(/p for all of this btw bc I can't remember of I put that earlier) #hearts my beloved /p

[trying-semi-hard]

Big love, Big appetite

I love himbos with big bellies, so here we are!

Contain: M/M Stuffing, burps, and suggestive themes (but nothing too explicit) 

1,578 words!

Ever since Adrian found out about Nicolas’ feeding kink, he’s been exciting to try it out for him. At first, Nicolas was incredibly shy and wouldn’t budge on the topic and kept telling Adrian to forget it and that it was stupid, but after begging to give it a try, Nicolas gave in to his boyfriend and the two made time in their schedules for it. 

Adrian was work out masterpiece. He went to the gym, personally trained some people for free, and has a killer bod. Ripped muscles, six pack abs, and short dark hair. Adrian is a really nice guy, always willing to do what makes others happy. He’s incredibly loyal, and never backs down on a promise. He’s also really curious about things he’s never done, and is always ready to try something new. Just an overall happy and joyful man.

His boyfriend on the other hand, Nicolas, is very different. He’s much more introverted  and quiet. Very stubborn and can come off as rude or insulting at times. Although, he’s just shy, and once you get to know him, he’s a very sweet, although very shy, person. He’s also a very skilled chef, mostly due to his feeding kink making him want to cook for others.

Adrian hugged Nicolas as they both got up in the morning. “I’m gonna go to work now, I’ll be back at three, I promise! You get working on my big meal! I’ll eat it all, I promise!” Adrian said, kissing Nicolas’ forehead before heading out. Nicolas gave him a wave out as he sighed once the door was closed. “Big meal? I’ll make it ginormous.” Nicolas gave himself as he went into the kitchen and got to work.

All day Nicolas could only think about feeding Adrian. Filling his boyfriend with more and more food until those abs fade from the pressure within the stomach. Watching his boyfriends stomach balloon out with every single bite, until the gurgling digestion was the only thing heard. 

Nicolas had a hard on all day, if you couldn’t tell. Lost in his daydream through, he ended up getting too into the idea that he couldn’t stop making food. He just kept on cooking, and cooking. Placing plates on the table before going back and cooking more. He was only stopped once the door opened and Adrian came into the house. Nicolas placed the last plate of food he cooked and realized how much he made.

The kitchen table was overflowing with food of all kinds. Burgers, mac&cheese, sandwiches, pot roast, steak, a whole turkey somehow, and more. And for drinks there was a about one gallon of soda, along with one gallon of milk (Nicolas TOTALLY forgot that milk is very sensitive on Adrian’s tummy.) There was enough to feed a family of five and STILL have leftovers. Over all, there was a lot. 

“Hey honey! Oh woowww... You made a lot!” Adrian said, a happy tone in his voice, but visible shock on his face. Nicolas’ face was beet red. “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I made so much... This is probably really overboard. You don’t got to eat it all-” Nicolas got cut off by Adrian sitting at the table. “Nonsense! I said I would eat it all, didn’t I? And plus! I’ve been working up an appetite lately.” Adrian said, a bright smile on his face. “W-What?! N-No! You can’t! You’ll burst if you try and eat this much!” Nicolas protested, fleeing like a failure for making this much. “Hmm... If you’re worried, hows this: I’ll stop when I want to. So that way you won’t need to worry about me!” Adrian said, beaming for coming up with such a solution. “Ugh... I can’t say no to that I guess... Alright, dig in then.” 

And on command, Adrian dug in. Eating quickly but savoring the taste of his boyfriends amazing cooking. “This is amazing honey! You’re cooking skills are really noticed by the world!” Adrian commented as he ate. Nicolas scoffed, but clearly liked the compliment. “Try not to talk, if you do, you’ll never finish.” Nicolas joked. Adrian gave a laugh and obliged, eating and not talk.

Nicolas watched as his boyfriend ate more and more, with no stop in sight. Once one quarter of the way through, Nicolas had to put plates in front of Adrian so that he didn’t need to move. Halfway into the table, and a noise could be heard. PING! The button on Adrian’s pants popped off. They were already tight in the first place, but Nicolas looked down and...

Adrian’s belly was already bloated. He’s finished the soda, and his belly is gurgling like crazy, the abs are barely there, fading into the growing hulk of Adrian’s expanding middle. It filled his crotch, it probably surged forward when the button was popped. Adrian gave a slight moan in relief as he kept eating.

God this was hot. Nicolas grabbed a chair and sat next to Adrian, rubbing his growing middle. Adrian smirked at Nicolas, but said nothing, and just kept eating. Nicolas occasionally got up to put more plates in front of his boyfriend.

He rubbed his boyfriends ever growing mid-section. The gurgling noises being extreme, and with every bite, it expanded just a little. It’s clear that Adrian was stuffed, as he shifted uncomfortably. His stomach crammed full of food and is struggling to maintain itself. After finishing another plate, Adrian gave off a small groan in discomfort. 

“Are you ok?” Nicolas was getting concerned again. “Yeah... I’m fine...” Adrian said in between pants. “It doesn’t sound like it. Are you full?” Nicolas asked, rubbing his boyfriend midsection, that filled his lap nicely. There was only a bit left, about three plates left and half a gallon of milk (Adrian was very careful about drinking milk.) He had basically eaten everything. “I’m not full but... I would appreciate it if you fed me.” Adrian looked up at Nicolas, puppy eyes and everything while rubbing the top of his swollen belly. Nicolas’ face was more red than a tomato, and he looked to the side. “W-Well... I suppose I could...” 

And with that, Nicolas fed the last few plates to his boyfriend, slowly. Nicolas savored feeding his overstuffed boyfriend, who’s slightly moaning at every bite. This was heaven to Nicolas, everything he dreamed for, everything he worked for. It all led to this point.

The last bite went into Adrian’s mouth, and with one last swallow,  Adrian has eaten everything. Well... “I assume you wan’t want this? I can give you some water if you’re thirsty.” Nicolas said, holding up the half finished milk. Adrian sighed, “Nah... give it to me. I’ll finish it.” Nicolas hesitantly gave Adrian the milk. 

Nicolas backed up a little. He was a little concerned as Adrian’s belly was already roaring with gurgles, begging for nothing more to enter it. Adrian took the half finished gallon, and chugged it. Nicolas could hear the increase of gurgles within Adrian’s stomach, he could actually see it... Balloon out more. There’s no more room to fit anything else in his stomach, but he chugged anyway. He swallowed the last drop and have a moan of relief.

Adrian looked over to where Nicolas has backed up to. “Why are you over there?.... Don’t you wanna rub my belly?” Adrian said, panting of course as he  tapped on the top of his overly taunt belly twice. “Are you... Ok?” Nicolas asked, concerned. “Well... I am a bit uncomfortable... Could you help me get to the bedroom?” Adrian asked, panting as his stomach pressed against his lungs. “Y-Yeah!”

Nicolas became a weight balance for Adrian, although he felt like he was going to fall over. Nicolas saw as Adrian’s belly was getting shaken with each step, causing the noises to get louder and his belly to expand... a bit more? Nicolas couldn’t tell. To be honest, he thinks his boyfriend is a ticking time bomb ready to explode at any given moment. One thing stood out to Nicolas though: a low rumble from deep in Adrian’s belly. Among all the noises it was making, that low rumble is what concerned Nicolas the most.

The two got into the room and Nicolas helped Adrian onto the bed, as Adrian laid on his back, letting his one foot and a half belly stick up into the air. It was really hot to Nicolas, don’t get me wrong, but he was more worried than anything. He’s afraid his boyfriend might’ve pushed it too far.

“Hey honey, could you... rub my belly? P-Please...” Adrian said, moaning from pain and... Well, Nicolas could see the hard on Adrian had from his underwear. “Yeah, sure.” Nicolas said, but as he placed his hand on Adrian’s belly, he pushed a little too hard and...

The low rumbling became louder than ever. Nicolas could feel Adrian’s belly tremble from it, actually... he could feel it moving! But Nicolas didn’t get any time to react, because then... It happened.

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BRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP

A ginormous belch erupted from Adrian that lasted for two minute. The powerful belch nearly shook the whole room. Nicolas didn’t know what to do, but he knew one this: This was the hottest thing ever. After that monster belch well..

“ohh-URRRP s-so URRRP sorrURRPy about URRRP that, I... URRRP.” Nicolas’ boyfriend became a moaning burping mess, and still had a hard on.

This was going to be the best sex ever.

#m/m stuffing #gay stuffing #gay belly #gay feeder #gay feedee #male feedee #male feeder

[cacoetheswriting]

a promise of forever

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader warnings: really just a big ball of fluff, a very brief mention of spencer's time in prison word count: 1.8k prompt: "i'm not very good with words..." summary: a rather unusual and a slightly delayed exchange of vows.

a/n: this is a my one shot submission for @ellesgreenaway 1k milestone celebration! india, a huge huge congratulations to you again 🎉 you're so incredibly talented and you deserve every single one of those follower, if not a million more! 🥳🧡 now, this is my first fic in a couple of weeks, and i think it's quite fitting that i wrote this instead of working on my own vows oops

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A faint shine coming from the side lamp hit against the gold band on your finger, the glimmer instantly catching your eye. The book you were reading, was now closed in your lap and your gaze travelled to the ring, a smile creeping up on your features.

The item, however simple and dainty, carried with it so much meaning. Not only was it a symbol of undying everlasting love, showcasing to the world you were married to the person of your dreams. It was also a constant reminder of what you and Spencer overcame to get here. How far the two of you have come.

To say the last year was tough would be an understatement.

Spencer wasn’t the same after his release from prison. Often distant and quite reserved. His true self hidden from the rest of the world, afraid of getting so deeply hurt again. You of course didn’t put any blame on him for acting differently or resent him for it. What he went through was challenging enough, and you loved him more with each day regardless because he was still Spencer. Your Spencer.

And he adored your patience and your understanding. He adored the kindness you showed him while he regained control over his life. Simply, he adored you and he counted his blessings every day he spent with you.

One faithfull Saturday morning, Spencer asked you to marry him.

Completely out of the blue, while you were tangled together in the cotton bedsheets with morning breath and ruffled hair. He said he didn’t want to wait any longer because if his time in prison taught him anything, it would be not to waste moments with the people you cared about the most.

You cried. Tears of happiness, pure unfiltered joy.

Later, the very same day, the two of you stopped by a jeweler to invest in simple yellow-gold wedding bands before heading hand in hand to the court house. No muss, no fuss. No guests, no flowers, no cake, no vows. Nothing but unconditional love and a large order of chocolate chip pancakes afterwards, to celebrate.

It was the perfect day and you wouldn’t do it any differently.

You didn’t need anything else, neither did he. The memory along with the wedding ring was a promise in itself. A lifetime together. A lifetime of happiness. However, as you watched the band glisten on your finger, you couldn’t help but wonder what else Spencer would have promised you in his vows if he ever got a chance to say them.

And that’s how the brunette doctor found you - lost too deep in thought, attention solely focused on your wedding ring.

You, of course, didn’t hear him come in.

Spencer smiled to himself, quietly closing the door behind him so as not to startle you. He placed his bag down before ambling towards the back of the couch. His hands landed on your shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze to grab your attention, and you tilted your head up to look at him.

“Hi, my love.”

“Hello, beautiful.” Spencer bent over slightly, his lips catching yours in a tender welcoming kiss. “Let me go wash up quickly and you can tell me all about your day,” he added and you nodded, following him with your eyes until he disappeared into the bedroom.

While he cleaned himself up after an undeniably hectic workday, you sprung up on your feet and headed to the kitchen to cook up a late dinner for the two of you.

Spencer rejoined you shortly and immediately began playing sous chef, assisting you with preparing the meal. While the two of you worked over the various pots and pans, you exchanged with one another stories of how your days went. Listening attentively, joking together. Then you ate together before reconvening back to the couch.

A typical, and honestly, an ideal evening together when he wasn’t travelling.

“What were you thinking about earlier, when I got home?” Spencer asked, making himself comfortable next to you. You draped your legs over his lap with ease and his hands instantly made home on your thigh.

“Do you ever wonder what I would say to you in my vows if our wedding day looked any different?” you asked straight out, because there was no secrets between the two of you.

Spencer pondered the question for a moment before shaking his head. “No,” he answered honestly, “Do you?”

You briefly chewed on the inside of your cheek. “Sometimes,” you confessed, a hint of guilt and hesitance detectable in the tone of your voice.

He hummed softly at your response and proceeded to place a tender kiss on your temple. “I could tell you,” he murmured into your hair before pulling away, “If you’d like that is.”

His eyes found yours and a timid smile circled your lips at his offer.

“You don’t have to, Spence, I’m honestly happy not knowing and letting my imagination run free. Plus, I wouldn’t want to put you on the spot—”

“Y/N,” he politely cut in, “I’ve known what I would say to you in my vows ever since our first date.”

The sentence caused you to playfully roll your eyes, as the butterflies in your stomach fluttered free. “Hmm…” you smacked your lips together, “I don’t think I believe you,” you teased him with a chuckle.

Spencer pressed his tongue to his lips as he smirked at your comment. He took your innocent joke as a sort of challenge however, because in one swift motion, before you got a chance to react or say anything else, he pulled you in closer by your legs before taking your hands in his and giving them a gentle squeeze.

“I can recite the entirety of the English dictionary off by heart, but ironically I'm not very good with words—” Spencer began, his hazel gaze locking with yours, “—because when I think how to express how I truly feel about you, and how incredibly lucky I am to have you by my side, my mind goes completely blank and my eidetic memory is no longer of use.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle lightly, and you could just imagine the whole crowd laughing because whether Spencer liked to admit it or not, he was incredibly funny without even trying.

“However, as I sit here before you tonight, I will give my all to make the most sincere promise one heart can make to another. Y/N, I have waited a long time for you, and I promise from this day on until forever to be your constant love, your shoulder to cry on, your partner for life. I vow to give you the best of myself and not ask for anything in return. I vow to respect you. Respect your desires, your interests and needs.”

You could feel your eyes gloss over, as Spencer inhaled before continuing, "I promise to keep myself open to you and share with you my deepest feelings, thoughts, and dreams. I promise to continuously surprise you in hopes of bringing you joy and seeing you smile, because you have the most beautiful smile.”

Spencer gently rubbed circles into your hand with his thumb as he spoke, and the amiable loving look in his eyes made you think he didn’t really have these vows prepared beforehand, like he said he did.

He was speaking purely from the heart.

“I promise to love you through thick and thin. The good times and the bad. In sickness and in health. I promise to love you with every fibre of my being, until the end of time.” He paused, by that point salty wet droplets were slowly trailing down your jawline.

Spencer continued, “Now, I have been called many things in my life and gone by many different titles. From this day on however, the most important title I’ll hold is husband. Your husband.”

Silence filled the room once he concluded. A benevolent and earnest silence.

Nothing could have prepared you for what he said, and how his words would make you feel. How you thought it wasn’t possible to love him anymore than you already did, yet here the two of you sat and your heart swelled inside of your chest.

Spencer’s hand travelled to your cheek. He cupped it gently, wiping away any lone tears that escaped.

“You know—” you murmured, leaning into his touch and placing a kiss on the palm of his hand, “— for someone who claims they’re not good with words, you just strummed all the right heartstrings. I therefore dumb thee— a liar...”

The brunette doctor let out a soft chuckle at your comment and then proceeded to scoop you into his lap, completely effortlessly. He held you close by the waist while your fingers played with his brunette curls.

“And it’s a good thing you have an eidetic memory, my love, because I will ask you to recite those promises to me over and over and oveerrr again,” you added and Spencer threw his head back in a smooth laugh.

“How about I type them up and we can frame them instead?” he suggested, arching a brow. You licked your lips, considering the question for a moment, however before you got a chance to reply, Spencer added, “It would however, be nice to have both of our vows up...”

It was your turn to laugh, “I have nothing prepared, Spence. Not to mention, yours were so heartfelt and honest, I don’t think I can compete.”

The smile on Spencer’s face grew a little wider and he leaned in to peck your lips, “Say whatever that comes to mind, beautiful.”

“You’re not going to let this go now, are you?” you enquired and Spencer shook his head in response, a goofy grin plastered across his features.

“I really have my mind set on those frames now. Maybe we can hang them over our bed, or maybe we can dedicate a shelf to them in the bookcase.”

You raised a brow, “You’d give those frames a whole shelf?”

He nodded, “A whole shelf.”

The thought of your promises to one another typed up and on view for everyone that came to visit the apartment made you smile.

Glancing briefly at your wedding ring, looped among Spencer’s brunette curls, you nervously chewed on the inside of your cheek before glancing back into his hazel eyes. “I’m not very good with words—” you began with a modest tese, “—Therefore, I hope you don’t mind that I’m going to borrow someone else's.”

You paused, letting out a delicate shaky breath. “Atticus wrote, ‘I lost my way all the way to you and in you I found my way’. You are my everything, Dr. Spencer Reid. Thank you for choosing me, for loving me, for making me feel safe, for making me laugh, and for making my life a million times richer.”

Spencer’s lips found yours the second you finished, wrapping them in a gentle yet passionate kiss. A desirable sensation instantly spread through you, because when he kissed you like this, it was as if he was kissing you for the very first time.

“I love you,” Spencer whispered after slowly pulling away, pressing his forehead against yours.

“I love you too,” you expressed with a genuine smile.

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masterlist

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[mrs-march-ahs]

The Evans Losing Their Virginities

Tate

-Overconfident because he’s watched so much porn

-Does loads and loads of foreplay cause ‘that’s what you’re meant to do’

-Kisses your neck for ages trying to find a sweet spot to make you wet

-Will be super excited and proud of himself if he made you really wet

-He’ll tell you how wet you are

-Would be too scared to really talk dirty straight away, but he might ask “Who makes you this wet?”, just to hear you say it

-When he puts it in really slowly, he watches you to make sure he’s not hurting you, but really really wants to put the whole thing in and hit your cervix right away

-Definitely wait for you to give him permission to move before he does

-He’d rub your clit while he fucks you cause he read somewhere that that’s what girls like

-He’d definitely be able to hold it and would make sure you cum first

-He’d cum while you’re cumming, cause seeing you orgasm would be so hot to him

-The sweetest person ever after sex

-Even though you get dressed to cuddle, he stays naked all night

Kit

-Definitely waited until he was with a girl for a little while

-Regardless of whether you were a virgin or not, he would insist everything’s up to you

-Would be really nervous during foreplay

-Would gently kiss you everywhere, takes his time kissing your boobs and your neck and your thighs

-He’d ask if you wanted oral, he would never assume

-He would spend ages between your legs not because you love it- but because he does

-He’d keep eating you trying to figure out what he needs to do to make you go crazy

-Ask you a million times if you’re ready before he puts it in

-Even though it’d feel intense and incredible for him, he’d make sure to not get lost and keep a close eye on to make sure he’s not hurting you

-Only start moving if you say it’s okay

-Once he starts moving, he wouldn’t be nervous anymore and he’d go crazy

-You’d be having sex for ages because he’d never want to stop, even after you both cum

-The cuddles afterwards would be him telling you how great you are and how much you turn him on

-Subtle compliments and innuendos

- “Kit, shall we go eat now? The food will be cold”

-  “Don’t worry, I already ate”

Kyle

-Definitely a little goofy during sex

-Calls you a million and one pet names

- “You ready baby?”

- “Tell me if it’s too much, hun”

-He’d want you to constantly reassure him that’s he’s not hurting you because of his traumatic experiences with sex

-Would want to hear you tell him how good he’s making you feel

-Likes to see it, needs to hear it

-He’d kiss your neck, hoping to have foreplay for a while, but when you softly moan his name he gets rock hard

-Ideally, he’d want you to cum first, but he wouldn’t be able to hold it in and he’d cum first

-He’d try to keep going but he wouldn’t be able to for too long, so if you still haven’t cum, he’d finger you

-He’d be willing to eat you out, but you’d have to tell him what to do

-With you both partying and studying a lot, you wouldn’t have real sessions often

-After losing your virginities, you two would give each other oral or shower together all the time

-But after a while, you’d crave each other and have sex again

-And it would be just as goofy and loving as the first time

Jimmy

-Jimmy was waiting for the special somebody to lose his virginity with, but he couldn’t find them

-So one day he got sick of waiting, and went to a bar

-He wore his leather gloves and tried to pick up some pretty women but when they started making out and undressing, quite a few of them got put off when he took his gloves

-So he didn’t take them off next time

-He chatted you up at the bar, bought you a few drinks and showered you with sexy and cheeky compliments

-He’d be willing to go to a toilet or even alleyway, but you two had sex in your car

-You unzipped his pants and sucked him off, and he tried to hold your hair, but his gloves got a bit in the way

-But once you go to take them off,  he gets insecure and weird but you encourage him

-Once the gloves are off, he closes his eyes and expects you to scream and run away

-But you don’t

-You take his hands and slide them down your waist as you kiss

-He touches you and is immediately turned on by the feeling of your skin against his

-He’d get so happy if you moaned his name

-Jimmy would be the best person in the world to have pillow talk with

-He might even ask you on a date, since you’re the only woman who’s accepted him so quickly

James March

-Despite the confident shell, James was nervous around women when he was younger

-He lost his virginity at the University of Exeter when he studied there

-His flatmates convinced him to go to a party in maybe the second or third year

-At that point, he was already beginning to copy his Professor’s transatlantic accent

-But he was still figuring it out, so some words still sounded very American

-He’d go to a party just to sit on the sofa somewhere, kind of away from the action, drinking a whiskey

-He’d be wearing a nice shirt and pants, while everybody else has jeans and tops

-You’d go and sit next to him and be impressed that he’s drinking such a fancy drink, since everybody else is trying to get drunk on vodka and spirits

-You’d sit next to him and talk to him, and he’d clearly be a bit shy about his accent

- “I’m sorry, I know it sounds a bit forced, but I’m trying to figure it out”

- “Don’t be”, you’d say, leaning into his neck to make sure he can hear you over the loud disco music, “I like it”

-His cheeks would go red and he’d be a bit taken back, not getting many compliments

- “You do?”, “I think it’s sexy”

-After a while of talking, you’d take him into the bathroom and he’d grimace, and insist you find an unoccupied bedroom

-He’d take your clothes off really slowly and be really turned on by every single bit of your body, bit by bit

-He’d take your shirt off and kiss your collarbones

-He’d take your pants off and kiss your thighs

-He’d take your bra off and kiss your boobs

-Kisses kisses kisses

-When you kiss his neck and give him a hickey, he can’t help but moan softly

-As he fucks you, he’d try to be as quiet as physically possible. He’d be scared you’d be put off by his moans, so he’s quietly whimper at every other thrust

-But you’d love them, so you’ll pull his head to rest in the crook of your neck so you can hear him

-He’d cum first, not being able to stop himself, but he’d keep going to make sure you cum too

-But the whimpers would get a lot louder as he becomes overstimulated

-Because it would be early in the morning and most people are already passed out, you’d stay in the bedroom and cuddle

-The next day when you get dressed and come down to see everybody, James would try to hide the fact that you had sex, not wanting to tell his friends any details

- “So what’s that bruise on your neck then James?”

-He’d look in the mirror at the hickey you gave him and turn completely red

Kai

-Like James, he lost his virginity at a party while studying at university -Unlike James, he’d be the one to pull you -You’d go into the parents’ bedroom, bathroom or even dining room, as long as you can close the door -Even if you could lock it, Kai wouldn’t because the idea of getting caught excited him -He’d be sweet but rough -He wouldn’t degrade you verbally but he’d be harsh with his touching and grabbing -It’d look passionate but the truth is that this incel is just desperate -After watching porn and jerking off on a daily basis, he needed this -He wouldn’t use a condom, he’d pull out and cum on your stomach, thighs, or tits -If you were up for it, he’d cum on your face as a silent way to degrade you

#ahs #american horror story #ahs murderhouse #american horror story murder house #murder house #ahs asylum #ahs cult #ahs coven #ahs freakshow #ahs hotel #american horror story asylum #american horror story coven #american horror story freakshow #american horror story cult #american horror story hotel #tate langdon #tate langdon smut #tate langdon x reader #kit walker #kit walker smut #kit walker x reader #ahs smut #american horror story smut #ahs fanfiction #american horror story fanfiction #ahs imagine #american horror story imagine #kyle spencer #kyle spencer smut #kyle spencer x reader

[astaroth1357]

The Demon Brothers (Minus Asmo) at Their Worst  Pt. 1 (Lucifer, Mammon, Levi)

To the anons who gave me this idea, here it is. Unfortunately, I can’t say I’m all that happy to bring it to you, cause yikes this hurt to write. I’m grateful, however, because I believe I’m better for it. You shouldn’t always stay in your comfort zone. I left out Asmodeus for personal reasons. Regardless of my ability, given the nature of this challenge, I don’t feel comfortable with writing nor posting graphic content of sexual violence and chose to refrain from doing so. Please do not ask for this to be written at a later date, I will politely refuse then as I am now.

Check out the Masterlist for more.

Warnings: THEIR SINS HAVE BEEN TAKEN TO AN EXTREME (AND ALL THAT IMPLIES), Abusive/Controlling Relationships, Violence, Threat of Human Trafficking, Drowning, Angst, Regret, Suicidal Thoughts

This is all for the purposes of fantasy and in no way an endorsement for these behaviors in real life. Be nice (and smart) with your lives, my friends.

Intro: Maybe the MC should have known better. It should have sunk in a long time ago that they were in incredibly risky territory... They should have remembered that these men, though they call them friends, family, and perhaps even lovers, are still demons at their heart and core. Each of them are the embodiment of some of the worst behaviors man has to offer... MC, there are some people you just shouldn’t date, even if they love you, and now you suffer the consequences...

Lucifer

It’s not difficult to see how Pride can go awry. Self-confidence and dignity are wonderful things, but let them build up unchecked and all manner of petty, vindictive behavior can surface from within a person... 

Lucifer is far from immune to these flare ups. In fact, he falls victim to them so often that they may as well be ingrained in his personality. If you do anything that mocks or belittles him, even if it’s small, you’ll get a reaction. One that’s usually more severe than offense calls for...

The MC knew this going into a relationship with him. Supposedly, they knew all the no-go zones, too. Don’t make fun of him or Diavolo, don’t mention the Fall or his back, don’t call him a nag... That sort of thing.

What they hadn’t expected was the full brunt of the expectations suddenly leveled on them.

To say Lucifer was demanding would be an understatement. Everything about him had to be poised, powerful, collected, and perfect. Whether he realized it or not, these expectations bled into their relationship as well.

It started with him nitpicking little details... The way they stood, how they styled their hair, maybe a comment or two on what they ate. But it progressively got worse...

Suddenly he found problems with the way they dressed, what they listened to, what shows they watched, even how they greeted him in the mornings!

Before too long, nothing was right to him… Nothing was good enough. They were his other half, his biggest vulnerability, and in order for him to feel secure about that they had to be perfect… However Lucifer defined it.

They listened to him at first. Though his comments stung, he could be so loving too… He truly made them feel special. Like he wouldn’t be trying so hard if it were anyone but them...

But pretty words and kind actions could only go so far. They couldn’t completely erase the vitriol being tossed at them day after day… 

Slowly, with every little change, they could feel themselves start to dwindle… The choices they made felt foreign, the lifestyle they held became draining, and then one day they realized they didn’t even look right anymore… They were no longer the person they wanted to be. 

Lucifer was doing what he set out to do: train them, break them, then mold them into something new... So they could be perfect...

Just like him.

One day, however, they just couldn’t take being the person he wanted anymore...

He found them in their bedroom just before a party that Diavolo had been planning for weeks. Their hair wasn’t fixed and their clothes were a mess. His frustration nearly skyrocketed until he saw their face, vacant and broken, staring blankly straight ahead…

He couldn’t rouse them. They wouldn’t move no matter how much he shouted, threatened, or swore...

….they didn’t even budge when he begged…

His brothers eventually noticed something amiss and took them away. Their disgust with him was fairly evident… They probably would have tried something had he not been the strongest.

He had taken something wonderful and squashed it... Hurt someone he truly loved and ruined what they could have had to protect his damn ego…

Lilith, his brothers, and Satan especially… was everyone he tried to care for just bound to end up broken too…?

The MC’s recovery was slow. They had a lot of damage to repair and a whole new identity to build. He stayed out of it as much as he could, burying himself in work and seeing his brothers less and less...

He’d done enough damage to them anyway...

Mammon

The Greedy, Scummy Second-Born… Words to etch on his tombstone. Mammon had heard it all before from all angles: the demons above him, below him, hell even a passersby on the street would know his face and his laundry list of a rap sheet...

The one person who seemed to look past all that was MC.

He truly didn’t know what sort of karma he’d gained or luck he scored to have them in his life. They didn’t just see him at his best side, they made him want to fix his worst...

But that’s easier said than done, isn’t it?

The sad truth is Mammon is a gambler at heart. Oh he loves the money, the riches, fine things, and the bling but what else does he enjoy? The rush.

There’s nothing like that feeling of triumphant when the dice falls your way or the pure exhilaration of a close bet. When all cards are on the table and everything’s stacked against you, eking out that win can cause a head-rush better than any orgasm he’s ever had... The higher the stakes? The better the high.

But maybe he went a little too far…

It’s one thing to bet Grimm, he can make more of that in a night. It’s another to bet items, harder to replace but not impossible. People…? Well. If you want high stakes…

MC was actually with him that night when he made the “great” decision to bet his most valuable treasure on poker match. He was running out of Grimm and thought that the added risk would make him play better…

He thought wrong.

MC hadn’t been at the table at the time he made the deal, but they had come back just in time to see him get his ass handed to him. He lost. Spectacularly.

When the other demons there came over to encircle MC, it already felt like his world was crumbling down around him... The look of confusion, then hurt and betrayal in their eyes forever seared themselves into his memory.

“You bet me in a poker game?!”

It sounds almost comical, but he knew what the demons were planning to do to them wasn't. And just seeing the way his human’s wrist snapped when one of the men wrenched their arm from them confirmed it.

He wouldn’t let them get away with that. When the threats escalated to violence, he took his share of punches but in the end he was left standing.

The MC was furious. He had just whittled their entire existence down to a bargaining chip and one that he tossed away carelessly…

Yeah, he’s truly a scumbag, isn’t he?

They didn’t talk to him for quite a while, despite him begging for forgiveness. There was always a part of him that wondered why he even bothered… He had done it before, and in another gambling-induced high he would probably do it again…

They’d honestly be better off without him...

Leviathan

It’s, frankly, quite difficult to be the Avatar of Envy. Every day Levi feels uncomfortable in his own skin… Like he doesn’t measure up to this or that or like he’s not worthy of being in the meager position afforded to him. He preferred to hide himself away and try not to dwell on it… but then MC came along…

For once, he felt like he had something. Something truly special. Something one of a kind and like no other… He couldn’t point to any of his brothers and say that they had something better, hell, he couldn’t even point to Diavolo and say that he had a finer version.

No. He had them. The one, the only, MC. Better than all the rest. His only great accomplishment in his miserable, pathetic life...

… so why did they keep leaving him…?

It didn’t hurt that badly at first when they’d tell him they couldn’t go watch some new anime with him because they had other plans. Sometimes they’d go off shopping with Mammon or have lunch with Beel… That was fine. Understandable.

At least that’s what he’d tell himself.

After a while though, he started to feel lonely… rejected… Was he not good enough for them? Surely that had to be it, right?? A miserable shut-in otaku with someone like them? What a joke!

Any time he’d voice his insecurities, they’d always say the same things: “No, don’t be silly!” “I really do want to be with you.” “I love you, Levi. Don’t you believe me?”

No. He didn’t. With each passing hour spent away from him, time where he would get shafted for one of his brothers instead, he believed them less and less…

Soon all he heard was lies…

Something possessed him that day. MC had just missed their third live stream in a row in order to be with his brothers instead. Which one was it? It didn’t really matter. He felt the stinging pain of isolation all the same…

When the MC walked into his room they had no way of knowing that the festering hatred and inadequacy that had been stewing in him for months was about to spill over. His anger was so quick to spark and their human body too weak to resist...

It was only once he realized how long he had their head forced under the water of his aquarium that he finally let them up for air.

He was stepping over himself to apologize, stammering incoherently through his tears how he just lost control and didn’t know what came over him!

His brothers weren’t forgiving. Not in the slightest. Each of them seemed to want to beat him within an inch of his life and he didn’t blame them… If he could get away with it, he’d march himself into the sea and let it serve as his rightful prison…

His punishments were severe, but not unending, and soon he was back in his room again. Now he never leaves it and the MC is never allowed back in, even if they want to be.

He now, truly, doesn’t deserve them at all...

Link to Part Two: Satan, Beel, Belphie

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #ow ow ow ow ow #obey me scenarios #obey me headcanons #crap I have to reread this... #in for pain #sorry levi #went a little hard on you there

[senor-cummies]

Link and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad (Perfect) Day

It's always 'link buys Sidon a sapphire bracelet, unknowingly proposing to him' and never 'sidon buys link a diamond ring, unknowingly proposing to him' they're both himbos this is missed potential. So anyway, happy post a wip.

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Sidon shuffled, waiting awkwardly for a specific blonde Hylian head to walk through the door. He'd hoped Link was able to make it, part of him thought he wouldn't come despite it being incredibly out of character.

A waitress walked up to him with a smile.

"Hi! I'm Neva, I'll be serving you tonight!" Sidon smiled lopsidedly.

"I'm waiting for someone, but I wouldn't mind a bottle of Voltfruit wine." She nodded, walking off to get it. He turned his eyes towards the door again, bouncing his leg, his head fin thumping against his back.

'He's going to come.' he told himself 'He's never stood you up before, he always comes.'

Just as he was about to tear his eyes away, a pale hand pushed open the palm frond curtain in the door way, and a blonde headed Hylian, dressed in royal guard's attire, stepped into the establishment.

Sidon sat up with a smile, waving him over.

"Link! I'm so happy you could make it?" The hylian blushed, taking his beret off and sitting it in his lap.

"I almost couldn't! It was as if Zelda was trying to keep me hostage! I didn't even change," he laughed. Sidon sighed happily, Link was so perfect. The waitress came back with his wine a little shocked to see the other person at the table.

"Uhm, hello Link! Welcome back." Link waved.

"Hi Neva! You can go ahead and get me the regular."

Sidon tilted his head.

"And what can I get you?" Sidon's cheeks flushed, he glanced at the menu, his eyes widening. It was a very large selection, all seafood dishes.

"Uhm... I'll have the spicy surf and turf curry?" She smiled.

"Excellent choice! Would you like steak or chicken?"

"Uhm, chicken."

"And crab, porgy, bass, or trout?"

"Trout."

She nodded.

"Alright, I'll be out with your food. It's made to order, so you should expect about half an hour."

Sidon thanked her and turned his attention back to Link.

"So..." Link started, rubbing the back of his neck. Sidon rolled his lips thin, picking up his wine glass.

"How's...Prince...stuff?" It came out a lot dryer than Link planned it to be. But it seemed to lighten the mood, bringing a soft smile to Sidon's face.

"It's been... Incredibly stressful and overbearing, to be honest. Nothing but important meetings and conferences nonstop for the past week." Link winced.

"But...I feel a lot more at ease when I'm with you." Sidon cooed, relishing in the pink that grew on Link's cheeks.

"And how's today been? For you? Get any cool presents?" Link giggled. Giggled, taking a sip of his wine.

"No, not the cool gifts, per se, mostly food. I got a muffin basket, Zelda made me crepes for breakfast, Mom gave me more books on alchemy. You took me to my favorite restaurant." Sidon smiled.

"Well, I have another gift but it's for after dinner."

Link perked up.

"What is it?" Sidon laughed.

"I'm not gonna tell you, it would ruin it."

Link pouted, shrinking in his seat.

They continued to joke and laugh until their food came, Sidon was shocked by how good his dish was. There certainly was no wonder the restaurant was his favorite. Link didn't put his spoon down until his plate was clean. They both shared a laugh at how distracted they were by the food.

"We barely even talked," Link chuckled.

"It's not our fault this food is exceptional!"

"I know right? It's probably the best thing I've ever eaten."

"Hm, it's not better than your food. Sometimes I can still taste that salmon meuniere." Sidon licked his lips. He'd just ate and he was already hungry.

Link blushed, ducking his head.

Neva arrived with their check shortly after. Link and Sidon both reached into their pockets. Sidon pulled a face.

"You aren't paying for your birthday present." He asserted, putting a satchel of rupees in Neva's hand.

Sidon stood, grabbing his hand and leading him out of the restaurant.

"Come on, let's get your last birthday present." Link smiled, shuffling behind him. He wasn't greedy, definitely not, but Sidon always have the best presents. Somehow, each year, each occasion, every present was better than the last. Link started to look forward to getting things from him, terrible as it sounds.

When they finally came to a stop, they were at a nice spot on the beach, at a perfect vantage point to watch the sunset. Sidon's headfin wagged with his impatience.

"I wanted to get you something special, so I went to a jewelry shoppe in Castle Town and, well..." Sidon reached into the bag on his hip pulling out a small velvet box. Link gasped, his eyes widening.

Is that? Sidon opened the box to reveal an ornate silver ring with an opal on it. Link's eyes welled with tears, his hand flying up over his mouth

"Link, I--"

"Yes." He didn't even let him finish, rubbing the tears from his eyes. Sidon tilted his head.

"Yes?"

Link nodded.

"Of course, yes." Sidon pursed his lips, trying to put the pieces together.

"Yes...what?" Link's smile faltered.

"Yes to your proposal?" Link stared into Sidon's eyes. All he saw was deepening confusion. Link's eyes widened in mortification.

"You're asking me to marry you, right?" He asked in a panic. Sidon sputtered.

"What would make you think that?"

"Oh, I don't know, maybe the dinner at my favorite restaurant and the walk on the beach and the romantic sunset! Or the engagement ring you're holding!" Sidon was taken aback.

"Engagement ring? This is an...Oh, Hylia. I had no idea I..."

"How did you have no idea?"

"I just went to a Hylian jewelry shoppe and asked the clerk "What would I gift to a Hylian I love very much more than anything?" In Zora culture there's this whole courting gift procedure and then you give your partner a sapphire amulet!"

Link rolled his lips thin. Right, of course. They aren't from the same culture, why wouldn't there be a difference in proposals.

I'm such an idiot.

He was so embarrassed, he just wanted to curl into a ball and die.

"Wait, you said yes." Link's cheeks burned hot.

"N--no!"

"Do you...want to marry me?"

"maybe? I don't know! I just..." He groaned, burying his face in his hands. This was horrible. Terrible. The worst. Sidon probably hated him. What kind of person just accepts marriage proposals.

"Link," he sighed. Link braced himself. Here it comes, he cursed. Sidon was going to tell him he never wanted to talk to him again, never wanted to see him again, call him a weirdo. Clingy, stupid, every horrible thing Link could think of.

Sidon grabbed his left wrist, gently pulling it off his face. He slowly slid Link's glove off.

"This was, actually, supposed to be the first gift. I was going to ask you if you'd allow me to court you but...We can do this the hylian way." Link looked up, his face confused yet hopeful. Sidon took the ring off the plush cushion of the box and sliding it onto his ring finger.

"The, uh, yes still stands, right?" Link smiled, albeit wobbly, tugging Sidon down by his forearm to kiss him.

"Of course."

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Behold! Fluff! This is actually the wippiest wip I've posted bc this is the prologue of a fic that has 4 chapters lol. See y'all next Saturday!💛💛

#mandy writes shit #post a wip saturday #post a wip #wip #excerpts from my writing #sidlink #proposal #fluff #sidon botw #link botw #botw sidon #botw link #sidon x link #cultural misunderstandings trope is my bread and butter #the accidental proposal feeds me ok??? #i have one for every non hylian champion

[css1992]

Guilty Pleasure

[Porn AU]

Summary: Peter and Beck used to be a power couple in the porn industry, but after Beck dumps him, Peter is forced to start over. With no money, no family and nowhere to go, he doesn’t have much choice other than to keep doing porn, so he joins Just4Fans to get back on his feet and then one day he gets a very generous tip from someone under the username of YKWIM.

All the warnings listed on Part I apply. 

Read on AO3

Part I / Part II / Part III / Part IV / Part V /  Part VI /  Part VII /  Part VIII  / Part IX / Part X /  Part XI / Epilogue

-x-

Almost three months into his new life, Peter was finally able to establish a routine that worked for him. He woke up around nine in the morning, tried to get some sort of exercise done, usually yoga or a jog around the block, then he had breakfast by himself, because both Ned and MJ had class or work before he was even up. After that, he made sure to post something on Just4fans, so people could see it throughout the day, and answered private messages and comments from the night before. Lastly, he headed to his newly created Twitter account to promote the new content and to interact with people there as well – it was a great way to get new subscribers.

That usually took up most of his morning, then he went downstairs to Ned and MJ’s apartment for lunch. He usually ate with at least one of them, except for Mondays and Wednesdays, when neither was home, but even then he ate at their place since he didn’t own any kitchen appliances yet – it was on the priority list, but not that high up, he liked having an excuse to visit his friends every day.

Later, he headed back upstairs and, depending on the day, he would take new pictures and videos or edit the ones he took the day before. Finally, at night, he posted more content on his Just4fans and chatted with his subscribers until it was time for bed.

In the last week of April, on one of his morning jogs, he noticed that just a few blocks away from his building there was a charity called the Bright Future Foundation. He thought the name sounded familiar, but try as he may, he couldn’t remember where he had heard of them. It was only after running past it a few times that it clicked – Mr. Harrington, his science teacher, told Peter to look it up.

The Bright Future Foundation helped kids who aged out of foster care get their lives together. They offered support in the form of scholarships and grants, academic and personal mentoring, and help with internships and employment readiness skills. That was what their website said, as Peter vaguely remembered from his high school years, when he still planned on going to college.

He went inside one day, not really sure why, and when the front desk lady asked how she could help him he just stood there for a few minutes, silent and nervous. She asked if he wanted to learn about their programs, but he shook his head, sticking his hands in his pockets. The woman waited patiently, a motherly smile on her face, until Peter asked if they needed any help.

And that was how volunteering at BFF became a part of his new routine – every Thursday from nine to five, starting in the first week of May. Since it was just a few blocks away from his place, he could walk there instead of taking the subway.

He liked his new routine, it was tiring but it didn’t leave a lot of time for overthinking or ruminating on the past. He never felt lonely because Ned and MJ were always around and he actually made a few friends among his subscribers, which was nice.

For the first time in a while, Peter was feeling happy. And it wasn’t an elaborate, fragile sort of happiness, where things needed to be in perfect place for the feeling to be felt, no. It was the simplest kind of happiness: he had friends, a job, a place to crash and everything was fine. Nothing was perfect, but it was fine.

A few days after he sent Tony the lingerie pictures, he decided to send him the video. He was a little insecure about it, it was 13 minutes long after editing and Peter had really lost it for a minute there, one could clearly tell. He was gone for most of the video, a moaning mess, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes, begging for something – someone – that wasn’t even there. It either looked ridiculous or fucking hot depending on the person watching, and even though he was pretty sure Tony would not think it was ridiculous, he still worried just a little, but he sent it anyway. It was still early in the day when he did, some time around noon, and he didn’t expect him to answer any time soon, so went on with his day.

Tony messaged him around 2AM, as usual, but there was no text, just three videos in the chat. In the first one, it looked like he was wearing a suit, he could see the dress pants pulled down and the white shirt pulled up as Tony jacked off for thirty seconds before he came all over his hand. It looked like he was in a bathroom stall, sitting on a toilet, and Peter bit his lower lip, wondering if he was at work when the video was taken.

The second video was similar to the first, but it looked like he was in a garage or something like that – probably the workshop he always talked about –, Peter could see a black shirt bunched up around his waist and sweatpants around his thighs.

Last but not least there was a video of him completely naked, lying in bed, and the video was shot from Tony’s point of view, like he was holding his cell phone close to his face, looking down, instead of propping it up in front of him like he usually did.

They were all incredible and delicious and got Peter rock hard in a second. The boy got comfortable on the bed, lay on his back, took off his pajama bottoms and sighed when his cock sprung free, shivering a little when the chilly night air touched his heated skin. He planted his feet on the mattress and spread his legs, but didn’t do more than that yet.

“That good?” He messaged Tony, cheekily, and the older man started typing right away.

“This is the best thing that’s ever happened to me in my whole entire life and I’m 48, so yeah. That good.”

Hm, forty-eight. So Peter wasn’t wrong in his assumption. He bit his lower lip, a rush of excitement running through his veins. Tony was so much older, almost thirty years his senior. Peter supposed he must be really experienced. He wondered if he usually hooked up with younger men or if in real life he only dated women – it wouldn’t be a shock – but most of all, he wondered what he looked like. Maybe he dyed his hair, but if he didn’t, it was probably mostly gray and fuck Peter if he didn’t have a thing for that.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about it. You broke me. I was in the middle of a meeting when you sent that video, I had to excuse myself to go to the bathroom to watch it. What have you done to me, witch?” Peter wanted to laugh, but it got stuck in the back of his throat with a moan when he slid a hand to his lower abdomen and his cock stood to attention.

“I don’t know about that, but your videos sure got me horny as fuck.” He rolled his hips a little, humping the air, and finally gave in to himself, holding his cock in one hand and the cellphone in the other.

“Is that so?” He could almost hear his voice through the phone – soft, but powerful. He always imagined Tony would sound like that if they ever talked face to face.

“Yes, daddy” And that would always be his default answer to anything he might ask with that voice. He closed his eyes for a second, quickening the pace of his strokes just a little, when his phone beeped again.

“Are you touching yourself right now?”

“Yes, daddy” Peter shivered, imagining Tony’s reaction to that revelation.

“Can I hear you, baby boy?”

He didn’t even hesitate, he started recording a voice message and moaned into the phone, thrusting his hips against his fist as he quietly begged for Tony’s cock, his fingers, his mouth, anything, he just wanted the man to be there taking care of him, making him cum, that was all he wanted, and he wanted it so badly.

He came in just a few seconds and hit send on the voice message before he could overthink it. As he lay there, breathless, staring at the ceiling and trying to gather his strength, he fantasized about Tony listening to it. He smiled to himself, like an idiot, then his cellphone beeped, bringing him back to reality.

“You’re gonna drive me mad, you know that? I’m actually going insane and it’s all your fault. Also, my dick is gonna fall off and that’s on you, too.” Peter had the presence of mind to laugh at the message, but it took him a few seconds to gather enough energy to write back to him.

“That’s a serious accusation, Tony, I’m gonna need all the evidence I can get, so every time you touch yourself thinking of me, make sure to send me proof, ok?”

“Oh, you don’t know what you just got yourself into.” Again, Peter could only laugh, because judging by the amount of videos Tony sent him that day, he really was in for a treat.

Days later, on Friday, Peter got up early to go for his usual jog around the block. He was a little tired from the day before, still adjusting to his new routine at BFF – it was his third week there and they were starting to realize that Peter was a quick learner and very eager to help, so they took advantage of that, which was fine with him, he was thrilled to be able to help somehow.

So after a quick, half-assed jog around the block, he went back home, showered and decided to take the rest of the pictures Tony asked for. The man was still going nuts over the video, he wouldn’t stop talking about it and every day there was a video of him finishing himself off in their chat and Peter could hear his own voice in the background, screaming Tony’s name.

It was both embarrassing as fuck and hot as hell, so the younger man also spent a lot of those last few days in the shower trying to cool down, but Tony was not making it easier.

As much fun as that was, he was curious to see how Tony would react to the new pictures. He realized that would be the first time the older man would see him with clothes on, which sounded ridiculous, but it was true. He didn’t have many pictures on Instagram, but most of them were selfies and there were just a few where it was possible to see maybe a hint of a shirt, but that was it.

So he took the outfit he and MJ picked out and winced, remembering how much it cost, but at least he picked out clothes he might wear some day – if he had a meeting with the queen of England, for example. He put on the light gray suit by Hugo Boss, with a pink shirt with big, white dots by Levi’s Vintage underneath, black dress shoes by Brunello Cucinelli and a Gucci watch he was able to find on sale for half the original price. The whole outfit was worth around five thousand dollars, and was definitely the most money he had ever spent on – well, anything.

He checked himself in the mirror and snorted a little, he sure looked like a spoiled brat, which was probably what Tony meant by “expensive and beautiful”, so that was fine. He styled his hair so it looked effortlessly tousled, but not too much, and set his camera to take the pictures by the living room window.

He took a few pictures on the windowsill, some other leaning against the glass with his hands in his pockets, a few others looking out the window. He posed on his armchair, too, which was the only piece of furniture he had in his living room at the moment and he wished he had a decent dining table so he could pose like he was on a date with the camera, but he supposed those would do.

Once he was satisfied with what he got, he took off the clothes, put them away and went downstairs to have lunch with Ned and MJ. For the first time since he moved in with them, they both had Friday afternoon off, so they spent it together, eating junk food, watching bad TV series and playing really old tabletop games Ned had brought with him when he moved from his parents’ house.  

In between a game of Monopoly and Scrabble, Peter pulled his phone out to check his messages, and was surprised to find one from Tony, sent just a few minutes earlier. He checked the time and noticed he must still be at work, so he opened it, assuming it couldn’t be anything too sexual.

“Hey, are you feeling better today? Just checking in.”

Peter frowned for a second, but a quick look at their earlier messages reminded him that he was feeling a little under the weather the day before and he’d told Tony that before he went to bed.

“Hi, Tony! I’m all better now, thanks for asking. I guess it was just allergies or something.”

He didn’t expect Tony to answer right away, but as soon as his message was sent, he started typing.  

“That’s good to hear, but you need to be a little more careful with your health, kitten. Just yesterday you said you had an apple for lunch. At 4PM.”

“You’re one to talk.” Peter snorted. They always berated each other for poor eating habits. Peter was a 20 year-old bachelor living by himself and sharing meals with his equally young and dumb friends, so pizza was on the menu more often than not; Tony was a forty-eight year-old businessman with too little time to care. “Did you even eat today?”

“Don’t try to turn this around, this isn’t about me.” Peter rolled his eyes and smiled to himself. “Did you do anything fun today?”

“I took some pictures for you, it was quite fun.” He knew the mention of new pictures would get him interested in a minute.

“Don’t play with my heart, kid. When can I see them?”

“I don’t know...” He teased just a little, because he knew Tony wasn’t above begging and it was fun to watch.

“Don’t be mean to daddy, come on. He’s always so good to you.” Peter smiled, because, yeah. He was.

“I’ll send them tonight, I promise.” He decided, since they would have more time to talk then, if he sent the pictures earlier, Tony would still be at work and Peter would still be at his friends’.

“Good boy.”

“You know I am.”

“What are you smiling about? Who are you talking to?” Ned looked suspiciously at him, so he quickly put the phone down and shook his head with a nervous smile.

“Just a subscriber with a bad one-liner.”

MJ looked at him like she knew a secret, but Ned just shrugged and finished setting up the game.  They ended up calling it a draw and ordering pizza afterwards, but Peter went back home early because both Ned and MJ had work the next morning.

Once he got upstairs, he went to edit Tony’s pictures and since it was still a little early to send them, he decided to check his twitter DMs. He didn’t read them very often, he already had his plate full with JustForFans, but every once in a while he checked them and answered as many as he could. Most of the messages were dick pics anyway, he just ignored those. Some others were people being nosy and asking way too personal questions, or worse, asking about Beck. He learned how to talk his way around those, but one message in particular stood out and really got to him.  

“I’m so glad you’re doing okay, honey! The way Beck is with his new boy now makes me wonder if he ever even loved you. He sure moved on quickly. You’re better off without him anyway, I always liked you better.”

That sort of comment wasn’t exactly unusual, but that second part caught him a little off guard. Makes me wonder if he ever even loved you. It just – why would she say that?  The way Beck is with his new boy. What way, exactly? What could he possibly be doing that made that person assume Beck never even loved him? People thought they were perfect together, they said it all the time, so much so that Peter himself was almost convinced of it for most of their relationship, so why in the hell would anyone think he loved this other guy more? To the point of assuming he didn’t even love Peter in the first place?

He was a masochist, he decided, as he opened Instagram. And not even the good kind of masochist, because there wasn’t any pleasure involved in what he was about to do, just pain. He unblocked Beck’s profiled and fucking looked. He didn’t know what he expected to find, but just looking at the first picture was enough to make him realize it was a terrible fucking idea. It was a black and white picture of him and the new guy cuddling in bed, kissing with soft smiles on their faces, captioned: “Nowhere else I’d rather be.”

Peter closed the app quickly, he didn’t need to see that. It meant nothing.

That picture meant nothing. That caption meant nothing. Because Beck was a fucking liar, a fucking actor, a fucking illusionist, a fucking – artist. He painted beautiful pictures, he weaved beautiful words, but none of that meant anything. Because it never meant anything when it was Peter in his arms, so why would–

Fuck, he should be over him, so fucking over him. But he really wasn’t, he would go back to that toxic environment if Beck snapped his fingers and that was scary to know. It was fucking terrifying to realize he was one text away from crawling back to him, even after all the humiliation, even after Beck just fucking up and left him with nothing – nothing –  he would still go right back to his arms. He still wanted to go right back to his arms.

It made him feel pathetic and weak because he knew that what they had was toxic and abusive. And he had known that for a while, way before they split up. Deep in his soul, he knew he was living a nightmare, day after day, over and over again, but he couldn’t fucking leave. He thought Beck was all he had. He promised him forever. He promised he would always be there for him. He was all Peter had in life, and he had lost so fucking much over the years, he couldn’t afford to lose anybody else.

But he did, didn’t he? He lost Beck. He was in someone else’s arms right that second, professing his undying, fake love.

Peter took a deep breath and held it a few seconds, then exhaled slowly.

He didn’t lose anything, he was set free. He was free and he had a record to break – it had been three days since he last cried about that asshole and he didn’t plan to ruin it.

He closed Instagram and went to his Just4Fans. He posted a few pictures from a phoshoot he did earlier that week that made him feel sexy and confident, which was the opposite of how he felt at that moment, but he was going to fake it until he made it.

In a few minutes, he got lots of comments and private messages with compliments, but somehow none of them was enough to fill the empty spot Beck left when he dumped him.

Well, none except for one.

“Were you planning on giving an old man a heart attack today? ‘Cause that’s how you give an old man a heart attack.” The silly message got a smile out of him, and that was a lot considering how broken he felt.

“Lol. It wasn’t in my plans, no, but now I’m worried. Is the old man okay?” He joked, and immediately got an answer in his inbox.

“He’s waiting for you to keep your promise. Says he refuses to die before he sees some pictures of you? Do you happen to know anything about that?” Peter chuckled.

“Oh, yeah, I think I know what he’s talking about. Hold on a sec.”

He selected his ten favorite pictures with the date outfit and sent them to Tony, feeling butterflies in his stomach for reasons he couldn’t explain. He lay in bed for several minutes, staring at his phone, waiting for an answer, but the older man didn’t say anything, even though Peter could see he was still online. He started to get a little anxious, worried that he had messed up somehow, so he messaged him again.

“Well? Have I finally rendered the old man speechless?”

Almost at the same time as he sent his message, Tony replied:

“I need to see you.”

Peter’s heart almost jumped out of his mouth when he read those words, eyes widening in shock. I need to see you. He read it a few more times to make sure it meant what he thought it meant. It couldn’t possibly – Tony wouldn’t want to meet him. That would be absurd. He was – well, Peter wasn’t sure, but he sounded important most of the time, he was definitely very rich, very hardworking and he seemed like a really nice guy. So really, why would he want to meet Peter. That made absolutely no sense, obviously he meant something different than that, he just didn’t quite know what–

“Please,” said the next message, just a few seconds later.

Peter bit his lower lip, feeling his face grow warmer. Just for the hell of it, he thought – what if Tony did mean he wanted to meet him? What then? Peter couldn’t say yes, that would be insane. He didn’t even know the man, all he knew were little things about his daily life, he didn’t know his last name, if he had a family, if he was married, if he was a psychopath – he didn’t even know what he looked like!

Still, he fantasized about saying yes. But that was just a fantasy. He couldn’t do it, that would be crazy.

Right?

“You won’t regret it, I’ll treat you right.”

Well, fuck. He had to go straight for his Achilles’s heel, huh.

Peter kept staring at the bright screen of his phone, breathing slowly to try to contain his wild heart that seemed adamant to burst out of his chest cavity in the next few minutes. He didn’t know what to say. No, his brain supplied, like it was obvious, because it was, right? He couldn’t say yes, yes was not a viable answer. He had to say no, it was only a matter of how he would say it without hurting the older man’s ego.

But.

Why exactly did he have to say no? He knew there were ate least 99 good answers to that question, but he couldn’t think of one, so–

“How do I know you’re not a serial killer?” Peter asked, even though he wasn’t really worried about that, it was the last thing on his mind, to be honest.

“You’ll know.” He said, plain and simple, and not helpful at all. And still, no flight response whatsoever from Peter’s brain. His stupid mind couldn’t seem to understand that that was clearly a terrible idea.“We’ll meet in a restaurant, the best in New York, and nothing else has to happen, I promise. We’ll have a nice dinner and that’s it. I just need to see you in person.”

That sounded reasonable, didn’t it? A public place, lots of eyes on them. If Tony turned out to be a creep, he could just leave. At the very worst, he’d be disappointed and lose a very generous subscriber; at the very best, he’d get a good meal out of it and who knew what else. It sounded reasonable. So it was probably reasonable.

Right?

“Can I wear this outfit?” He asked, because, well, that was all he had to wear to New York City’s best restaurant – whatever that was.

“You must, baby.” He answered quickly, and Peter smiled to himself. “So I’ll take that as a yes, then?”

He typed a quick yes, but didn’t send it right away. He gave his brain a few seconds to come up with reasons to say no, because he knew there were good reasons for that, but he really, honestly, just wanted to say–  

“Yes.”

“Perfect.” He replied right away, as if he had been staring at the phone, waiting for his answer. “I’ll set a time and place and let you know. You won’t regret it, Peter.”

Peter loved all the pet names Tony gave him, they were all sweet and funny, but when he called him by his actual name, it just hit different. It felt good. Like he wasn’t just a pretty picture in a porn app, an expensive hobby, but a person. It was hard for him to remember that, sometimes.

Some other times, it felt good to forget.

#starker #peter parker x tony stark

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Amoreena | Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

main summary: Heaven is a real place and it's located exactly 14.6 miles away from the FBI, Quantico Headquarters. Off behind a small park, under a fantastical willow tree surrounded by wildflowers, in every colour young minds can imagine.

Don't forget, heaven also comes with angels.

Chapter Warnings: fluffiest fluff ever, jealous amoreena, jealous spencer, the LaMontagne family is in this too !!

word count: 3.8K

from the beginning <3

He went to work with Y/N on Tuesday to fill out all the paperwork and officially become an employee at the D.C Public Library. He signed a contract, he was switched over to a different government healthcare, answering a million calls and emails all morning, he was officially not an FBI agent.

They had lunch together in the park, buying some sandwiches and walking across the street to a picnic table to talk about their days while they ate. He liked her co-workers, they all were shocked to find out she was “married” to him after being single the whole time she’s worked there.

They had plans to go get Amoreena from school a few minutes early, before heading to meet his mother, not telling her about the plans unless Diana had a bad day last minute and couldn’t see them. So far, according to the nurses, she was lucid and having a great day waiting for them.

“So about yesterday morning,” Y/N changed the subject, biting her lip like she was avoiding this.

“What about it?”

“Amoreena really wants us to have a wedding, I was thinking we could go up to New York for fathers day and have another fake wedding?” Y/N hypothesized her plan, hoping for Spencer’s approval.

He couldn’t help but smile, about to answer when he got an email on his phone. “I’d love to do that, it would be nice to go on a vacation with just as the three of us.”

“You can check that,” she said, noticing he looked at his phone as it buzzed.

It was an email. Not from anyone he knew, it wasn’t about work or healthcare, it wasn’t his mom or Penelope sending him funny things from the internet…

No, it was from Taylor Swift. He tried his best to calm his facial reactions and micro-expressions so she’d think it was just something work-related. An emailed contract, updated health forms, nothing too serious.

To: Spencer Reid From: Taylor Swift Subject: Amoreena

Hey Spencer!

Portia reached out and said that your wife and daughter are huge fans and you were interested in some summer tickets in Virginia… I was thinking if you guys ever found yourself in Rhode Island you’d all want to come to my place, my doors always open for friends 💛 Love Taylor xx

“What?” Y/n asked, trying to read over his shoulder as he turned the phone away.

“It’s a surprise,” he said, locking his phone and putting it in his pocket to reply to her later. “Have you ever thought about a beach wedding? Rhode Island is pretty nice in June.”

She tilted her head as she bit back a smile, wondering what he was planning, “Amoreena will have us reenact the little mermaid 2 instead of Enchanted then, just fyi, but yeah that sounds fun, we should get a beach house on Airbnb for the weekend.”

“Okay, let me handle it all, you don’t need to plan a single thing, just show up with a dress?” Spencer offered, knowing how scared weddings made her now.

She kissed his cheek softly, resting her chin on his shoulder as she leaned over on him, “nothing fancy or crazy okay?”

“Define crazy?” He teased her… she really had no idea what was coming.

To: Taylor Swift From: Spencer Reid Subject: RE: Amoreena

Thank you so much for the quick response and generous offer, we were thinking of having a small elopement in Rhode Island with just the three of us over Father’s Day weekend if that works for you? Seven is the song we danced to at our intimate personal wedding, however, Amoreena’s pretty sad she didn’t get to witness it, that’s why we’re having another one with her. (And hopefully you!) Thank you for making my girls so happy over all the years that I didn’t know them yet, you’re probably their favourite person in the world, even more so than me! It would mean everything to them to meet you or see you in any way, you’re incredibly kind for this.

Thanks again, Spencer Reid x

He tried his best to be as calm and nice as possible in his response, still managing to rant a little even in text format. It was just how he communicated, either not at all or all at once. He was so excited for Y/N and Amoreena.

“So you said your mom has a scrapbook,” Y/N changed the subject after Spencer spent 5 minutes in silence, turned away from her as he answered an email.

“She does, she’s going to show you a lot of photos of me today,” he smiled at the fact she remembered.

“I know you want to tell her about Amoreena alone before we come in, so I made her something for her scrapbook, it’s back on my desk drying,” Y/N was so precious as she got excited, that same giddiness he see’s in Amoreena bursting through her.

“Okay, let’s go see it,” he put his phone in his pocket and followed her back across the street towards the library.

On some beautiful floral scrapbook paper, Y/N glued an array of photos of Amoreena from the beginning all the way to the museum trip last week.

A photo of her first round of IVF, dated February 19th, 2013. Exactly 1 month after he donated, she must have chosen his sample as soon as it entered the system, even a photo of the sample jar reading “sample 2319”, A photo of her crying in the garden with her grandma when she found it she was pregnant, wrapped in a big coat and surrounded by snow. Her pregnancy announcement being a baby sock on a stuffed toy Sully from Monsters Inc, "new door opening November 2013!" Amoreena has been surrounded by references to books and movies since the beginning.

There was a photo from the moment Amoreena was born, crying and brand-new, resting on Y/N’s chest as she sobbed, more beautiful than he’s ever seen her before, completely in love with the child she made.

Amoreena Margery Y/L/N - November 13th, 2013, 9:53 pm 7lbs 12oz, 21 inches of perfection

“Her middle name is Margery?”

“Yeah,” she smiled back at his ever glowing face, wondering why it was so important to him. “Like Margery Kempe, my grandma’s favourite.”

“She’s my mom’s favourite too,” Spencer couldn’t help but laugh, it was such a strange turn of events. He saw so much of his mother in Amoreena just for her to have a middle name related to her.

Y/N couldn’t believe it, “I’m so excited to meet her!”

“I just hope she’s okay today, truly,” Spencer worried. “She is my best friend and a great mother, don’t get me wrong. But some of the things she did to me on her bad days were scary, and I never want Amoreena to experience that.”

Y/N pulled him into a hug, “it’s hereditary isn’t it?” He nodded against her shoulder as she tried to soothe all the impending anxiety out of his body. “I’m not going anywhere, she won't have to raise herself and care for you, that’ll never happen to her.”

She guessed, and she was right. Reading his mind like she’s already been in there and watched all his trauma, she knew all the right words and how exactly to push his feelings away. She was sunshine clearing his grey skies once more, about to cause a drought so he’d no longer rain on his own parade. Marching beside him, hand in hand into the future.

—

They waited at the gate of Amoreena’s school, none of the other parents were waiting yet, giving Y/N a chance to show Spencer around the yard and tell him about her school. “She’s in senior kindergarten, she has a November birthday so I opted to send her in when she was 6 instead of 5, giving me an extra year of home pre-school.”

“That’s why she’s so smart, not my genes,” Spencer smiled, walking around the edge of the gate with her hand still in his.

“They want her to jump right into grade 5 next year, I said no, she deserves a childhood with children she doesn’t have to compete with or see her as a threat,” Y/N voice was stern even in the recounting like she knew from experience. “Because she’ll be 8 in November she’s going into grade 2 instead, then she’ll be in the same age range and mental level, but all her friends she knows in grade 1 will be in the same recess yard as her.”

“I went from kindergarten to grade 4, then I jumped to grade 6 when I was 9 and I graduated high school at 13, it was terrible,” Spencer agreed, not knowing if he had a place in the decision but wanting her to know he agreed with it.

“Let’s go inside and get her,” Y/N smiled at him, understanding his meaning perfectly and dragging him into the school.

“Hello miss Ludlough,” Y/N beamed as she entered the main office with her arm tucked under Spencers, showing him off slightly.

“Y/N, good afternoon! Do you need me to call that little angel down early?” The secretary was a lovely older woman, wrinkled and happy as she smiled back.

“No, I just need to get some paperwork to put her dad in the files?” Y/N surprised Spencer with that and he almost stopped breathing.

“Really?” He whispered, capturing her attention as her eyes twinkled up at him.

“I’d like you on her emergency contacts, if they can’t get ahold of me I’d like you to be with her,” Y/N confirmed, patting his shoulder softly as Miss Ludlough handed her a few forms.

Spencer signed everywhere he needed to, handing them his licence to be photocopied into her file for proof when he picked her up in the future. He was glad to see there was a system, that they cared for his little girl and she wasn’t going to be going home with anyone who wasn’t in that file. And if she did he had no problem hunting them down and getting her back in whatever way he had to…

He shook the thought out of his head as it arises, reminding himself that that isn’t who he is now and she would be fine. They lived in a happy world where bad things didn’t happen.

Y/N’s hand rubbing his lower back helped, he stood straight again and pushed the papers over the desk, smiling as he officially became her father on 3 different sheets of paper. That was as real as it could get.

“Spence?” He heard an all to familiar voice from behind him.

Turning to see JJ and Will smiling with wide arms, waiting for his embrace. “What are you doing here?” She asked him, voice high as she was clearly shocked.

He walked into her arms and held her quickly, “I’m here with my wife,” breaking the news to her in the most casual way possible. “Picking up our kid.”

“Y/N?” Will noticed her then, “holy shit, you’re the wife?”

She nodded with a smile, hugging will quickly like she has known him for years, “how are you, cowboy?”

Spencer and JJ looked at each other incredibly confused, JJ clearly didn’t know her so how did Will?

“Will and I have been on what, 6 school trips together? Michael and Amoreena are buddies,” Y/N explained with a soft smile, “I knew Henry and Michaels's names sounded familiar…”

“Nini thinks I’m a cowboy,” Will laughed lightly, smiling at Y/N the way he did at JJ and something in Spencer almost snapped thinking about Will being the one person between him and the girl he liked, once again.

Only this time she was his wife and not the cute media liaison who had no interest in him until he came out of prison.

“She was very upset when she found out that Will was already married, she wanted us to be Woody and Jessie from toy story,” Y/N had no problem ranting about how their kids got along and how good of friends they had become over the last 2 years of school trips.

Y/N noticed the anxiety in Spencer’s eyes as he pulled away from JJ and made sure no one was touching him, “luckily, our little girl’s got the best daddy in the whole world now and all her dreams came true.”

“She sure does,” JJ agreed, “Hey, I gave your mom all those books you gave me for the boys, when you were away, so she had something to keep remembering you with, you should give them to Amoreena.”

“I will, we’re going to see her tonight,” he was able to push past the feelings and enjoy the moment of his friends meeting his wife, even if the title was just pretend.

“I’m so excited,” Y/N shook her hands the same way Amoreena did, stepping into Spencer's space and wrapping her arm around him. “Can we pick her up from the room Miss Ludlough?”

“Sure thing, do you want me to call down and say Mikey’s parents are here too?”

“Yes, please,” JJ smiled over the counter.

With the four of them walking down the hall together to get their kids, Spencer felt like he was sleepwalking. Too many emotions were running through his veins to feel real, but then Y/N took his hand in hers and rested her cheek against his arm as they walked and he was fine.

She tugged on his arm and waited in the hallway while JJ and Will entered the classroom first, “what’s wrong, she’ll know you’re upset?”

He sighs, shaking the stupidity out of his mind. “I had a huge crush on JJ before they got pregnant with Henry, and when I came back from prison she told me she had always loved me and it got weird for a bit and I’m still kinda mad when I see Will bond with the people I love.”

“I was wondering when you’d get possessive,” she teased him, “I’m yours and I wouldn’t have your ring on if I wasn’t, no matter how another man looks at me, I only love you.”

“I’m sorry, I know.”

“It’s okay, you’re not used to this are you?” She saw right through it. “Am I your first real girlfriend?”

“Kinda, Maeve and I never even really met until she was kidnapped,” he admits and it sounds so childish in his mind.

“Okay we’ll talk about this later cause that sounds like a good story I should know,” she tried to smile, standing on her tiptoes to peck his lips softly before smiling more. “Let’s go get your kid?”

“Let's,” his smile returned.

They turned the corner into the vibrant room, Amoreena was talking to Will when she noticed Spencer at the door, running towards him and almost pushing Will over to do so, “Dad!”

He picked her up and snuggled right into the crook of her little neck, giving her the biggest hug he’s ever given and not realizing just how much he missed her until she was back in his arms again. His baby, the littlest life he’s ever held this close to his heart.

When he put her down he noticed all the women’s eyes were on him, hands over their hearts at the pure display of affection between father and daughter. They all saw him as her dad, they had no reason not to, giving him all the attention he’s never received before.

“What are you doing here?” Her tiny voice asked as she beamed at him with wonder.

He kneeled in front of her to get on her eye level when Michael came running over, “Hi uncle Spencer!” He tackled him into a hug.

“Uncle Spencer?” Amoreena’s brow furrowed as she scowled at the boy taking her dad’s attention, she pulled Michael back by his shirt. “That’s my dad!”

“Amoreena, honey,” Spencer tried not to laugh, she was definitely his kid, “Michels mom, JJ, is my best friend from work and I’m his older brother Henry’s godfather, they’re your cousins.”

She looked at him like he was insane, “what’s a godfather?”

“If anything bad happens to his mommy or daddy and they can’t take care of them, they’ll come live with us,” it was the simplest answer, “I’m not their father, I’m yours.”

She nodded and hugged him again, sticking her tongue out at Michael in the process, “why are you here?” She repeated the question.

Y/N was standing over him with a hand on his shoulder then, “we’re taking you to meet your other grandma.”

Amoreena started to shake with excitement, moving her hands and grinding her teeth as she smiles, shrieking with excitement, “I have another grandma!?”

JJ was watching from the corner of the room, secretly filming it on her phone for the rest of the team to see Spencer with his baby. A sight many of them never thought they’d ever see as he slowly lost hope, losing himself somewhere along the way and no longer wanting to accept their help. This was a big moment for the team too, their little brother was finally happy.

—

In the car, Spencer sat with Amoreena in the back seat so he could tell her everything about her new grandma. Or as Amoreena wanted to call her, Princess Diana, “I can’t believe you’re actually royalty!”

They all laugh at how her fantastic little brain works, “you can’t tell anyone that Princess Diana is in DC okay? It’s a government secret!” Y/N teased from the driver's seat.

“I’m like Princess Mia!” She screamed at the top of her lungs and Spencer was astounded she could be that loud.

“Okay, okay, not that loud! we can't scare any of the people who live here. They like it to be calm and quiet so the patients can be happy,” Y/N settled her down, “Dad is going to go in and tell grandma all about us for a little while and then we’ll go meet her okay? He wants to make sure she’s happy today before we go in.”

With that, they were pulling into his mother's care facility and he felt like he was going to be sick with excitement. He used to visit his mother with the fear of rage and disappointment in her eyes, he was too proud to let his anxiety take that from him today.

He kissed her forehead before getting out, Y/N handed him the scrapbook pages through the window and he leaned inside to give her a kiss too. Receiving a disgusted groan from Amoreena, he pulled away and walked into the building while they found a place to park.

She was waiting for him in the garden, sitting at a picnic table with her scrapbook and gifts for Amoreena. “Spencer!”

“Hey mom,” he smiled as he hugged her, “how are you feeling?”

“Fantastic, where is this family you made?” She was so ready to meet them, truly there inside her mind and willing to learn more about this life he was making.

“Sit down first,” he said softly, taking a seat beside her at the table and placing the scrapbook page on the table. “This is my Amoreena.”

Her fingers glided over the words, “Margery,” she repeated her middle name with a smile. “She has a sperm donor for a father?”

“I’m a sperm donor, mom,” he smiled softly as he broke the news.

She turned to him with shock, “she’s yours?”

“We think so, so that’s what we’re telling people, she’s mine regardless.”

Diana wrapped him up in another hug, “I’m so happy for you Spencer. You always deserved a perfect family, I’m sorry I couldn’t do that for you. I hope your dreams come true with her.”

Just like that Amoreena and Y/N were rounding the corner and walking over towards their table. She had a huge smile on her face and a card in her hand, walking right up to Diana and handing it to her.

“Hi, grandma, I’m Amoreena,” she introduced herself politely before stretching her arms out for a hug.

Diana wrapped her up in the softest little hug, trying not to cry in front of her brand new granddaughter, which was fine because Spencer was the one crying. Turning away from them so Amoreena wouldn’t see as Y/N patted his arm with a smile.

They were fast friends, Y/N and Diana bonding over Margery Kempe and while Amoreena opened the two gifts Diana got for her, a simple colouring book and Spencer's original copy of Matilda from when he was a child. She sat down in the grass and read it while they all caught up, lost in her own little world.

It was the most perfect afternoon, just him and his family, happier than he’s ever dreamed he could be.

—

He checked his phone one last time before bed, Y/N was sitting against the headboard reading a book and so deep in the story, he knew she wouldn’t be able to read over his shoulder.

Scrolling through everything from the day to see that yes, there was a response from Taylor Swift. It felt insane, but he opened it and started to read her plans.

Spencer!! You’re so sweet, I’m sure you make them incredibly happy! I’d love to have you stay in the guest house here, and I’m ordained if you need someone to make it real and official ♥︎ let me know what I can do, I’d love to help in any way to make some fairytale dreams come true! Taylor xx

Smiling like an idiot, he closed his phone. He’d reply tomorrow, till then he was going to snuggle into his wife and appreciate their time together.

She lifted an arm to let him lay against her chest, “today she woke up and decided to be an explorer, the little girl with the wildest imagination stormed out of her home and towards the unknown part of her land. It was her destiny to travel across the bridge and unite the people beyond the field, towards the pond that was swallowed by willow trees,” Y/N read the grandmother's thoughts from the page.

“With her wooden sword, she sliced and diced on the ivy that surrounded the gate. Freeing the hinges and allowing the entrance to swing open, unlocking a new area of the world for her mind to wander.

“For what the regular human eye saw, Amoreena saw it times a million. Every colour and then some, new colours appearing in the morning glow as she stared at the dew on the leaves she just chopped through. She saw the world in a way that made everything exciting, there was never a bad thing, only good things with interesting quirks.

“She passed every mushroom and toadstool, every strange-looking tree and human-shaped moss ball, greeting them with a good morning as she strolled through the once-forbidden forest. Her adventure only beginning, the objective not yet known.”

“Your grandma could see the future,” Spencer whispered as she turned the page, “that’s our wonderful little girl’s mind in words.”

Y/N kissed the top of his head, “our wonderful little girl.” She repeated the words, loving the way they sounded on his tongue as much as he loved how she said it.

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[whorphydice]

Bread When I’m Hungry

Happy Re-opening, Heres a new fic. 

Bread When I’m Hungry

Those were words that, in the dead heat of summer, have Orpheus waking from a dead sleep. Somehow, despite the blazing temperatures, he wakes in a cold sweat. Fear likely responsible for the chill he felt in his heart at the memory.  It was a nightmare, quite literally, that he would never recover from. Eurydice, clinging to his hand, begging him to just listen please, we need food. A nightmare, a memory, that every night now, he experienced again in his head. Eurydice, his wife, his love, starving in front of his eyes.

Even when he woke, breathing hard and heart trying to beat itself out of his chest, he cannot shake the feeling. He always looks to his right, where his wife is there in the flesh, alive. The gentle rise and fall of her shoulders with her breathing comforts him, bringing him out of his fear. Yes. She was alive, she was here, and she was safe.

And yet, despite the very physical evidence of her beside him that they were safe… it all ate at Orpheus. The memories, the nightmares.  The look on her face when he had come for her, the hope in her eyes when she told him she needed so little-- bread, fire-- so long as they were together. He owed her- he owed her the most basic of comforts.

He had promised to see her needs, to meet them. He would be damned before he failed to provide for her again.

It is that next morning, right after the peak of summer, when he kisses his wife’s sleeping face, whispers a promise of “I’ll be back soon,” and slips out towards the door. The fact doesn’t escape him (he’s gotten better at remembering important things) that his wife had mentioned she was going to be helping Persephone and her mother with gardening all day and likely would not be home until that evening. Perfect.

He is the first person at the market that morning, with a cotton tote over his shoulder. He makes a beeline way directly to the corner stand that is filled with freshly baked goods, leavening agents, and a plethora of flour products. It’s earlier than he’d wake normally, but he can remember hearing about baking early in the day, and bakers waking before anyone else. Yes, this is what he had to do. What he wanted to do. He practically runs up to the stand, absolutely beaming at the town baker, despite the early hour.

“Good morning!” Orpheus greets, pulling a notebook from his pocket, as well as a pencil. “I have some questions for you.”

The baker, an older man, who had been baking in the town before Orpheus had even been born, looks up over his shelves of goods, a curious expression on his face. “Why, good morning Orpheus! What are you doing here so early, and where’s that girl of yours? Unlike you to be alone!”

A warm blush comes to Orpheus’ face, as he fiddles his pencil between his thumb and forefinger. “That’s actually what i’m here about. I want to learn to bake. Bread, actually. I promised her she’d have a home with warm bread. I need to make sure I keep that promise.” He gestures to the flours and sugars around him. “And, to be quite honest, I don’t even know how to start.”

The baker is a kind man, and he chuckles under his breath. It was just very..Orpheus..to take on a project and a promise with no idea of how to go about completing it. He wipes his hands on his apron and holds out both hands, gesturing for Orpheus to hand him the note pad and paper. “You’re the only man I know like you.” He remarks, scribbling down instructions on the notepad. “You’re going to start simple, alright? No starter, no add ins. Just a basic, white bread.”

Orpheus nods excitedly, clasping his hands infront of him. “Yes, yes, thank you! I appreciate it, and Eurydice will too.” It was fact, in the town. That Eurydice was nearly as beloved as Orpheus, maybe even more so, for the way she brought him the joy that she did. He is glancing around at the ingredients around him, trying not to show the level of overwhelmed he felt. “I can- what do I need to do that?”

“I’ll set you up right, don’t worry about it. And when you’re done here you’re gonna stop down there for your butter. It’ll be nice and fresh. Melts real well on the warm bread. And stop and grab some fresh eggs too. You can make a real nice toast for your girl in the mornin;.” The Man hands Orpheus the list back, and then begins to hand him the proper products he needs from the document. “If you really want to impress her, You make a few loaves, then it pushes you through the week. Shows forethought.”

Orpheus gives the man a genuine thanks and exchanges payment, before he carries on stopping at the rest of his target vendors. He grabs the additional ingredients, careful to follow the instructions exactly. He has to make sure Eurydice enjoys it, he has to make her see that he listened to her needs. 

Orpheus enjoys the walk home, noting to himself how melodic the birds sound. He finds himself humming in response, a beautiful distraction to exactly how exhausted he is. The combination of the lack of sleep from the nightmares and the early start to the day are surely to catch up to him. But for now, in this moment, he is simply too excited to surprise his wife.

Orpheus arrives home, tossing his shoes to the side as he soon as he passes the threshold of their apartment. They’ve lived above the bar since their return, Orpheus himself having lived their longer. They’ve talked about looking for more of a home, with a yard for their own garden, space out of the town where they could be alone. There was no rush, though. They were together, they were each other’s home. The four walls around them wasn’t what mattered most, anymore. 

Eurydice is gone, he can tell that much in their studio space. Besides the obvious of the lack of her physical presence, he notices the lack of her boots, the absence of her laugh, the missing smell of warm spices and earth. It used to be that her absence, even temporary, would set a panic in his chest. She’s gone, she’s never coming back. She left again. Doubt plays on repeat in his head, time and time again until he finally broke down to Eurydice one day.  He verbalizes his fear, and doubts, and through more than a bit of tears from them both they made it through. He can rationalize now, that when she went out to work with Persephone, she’d return at the end of the night. 

Now the pang he felt was just that he always did, when she was gone. Just a feeling of a  man who loved his wife and missed her presence.

Orpheus sits his groceries in their kitchen, setting them out before him. He grabs his work apron, the only one he had, slipping It over his head and then tying it behind his back. He re-reads the instructions diligently (one, two, then three) times before he begins preparing his work station and beginning his first loaf.

~

Maybe it was the summer heat beaming down on her all day, or maybe it was the practically sun up to sundown shift she worked today, but Eurydice was exhausted. Not that she was ungrateful, no not that at all. She thanked Persephone, and often her mother, profusely for allowing her to come help work around the farm and assist the goddesses. Yes, Eurydice was exceptionally grateful for all the opportunities Persephone helped to provide her with.

Eurydice’s thankfulness did not negate that sometimes, at the end of a long day in the field, she was bone tired.

“Love.. I’m home..” She pushes the door open, and after settling her keys on the table right inside their door, she has no chance to drop her bag or shoes before she is met by her husband directly inside.

He stands there, directly on the other side of the door, a goofy, proud smile on his face. He is still wearing his work apron from earlier, though rather than the usual drink stains, he is covered in a light flour dusting. Most importantly, now, is that Orpheus holds his arms out fully extended to her, with a steaming golden loaf of bread in his hands. “Look! ‘Rydice I did it!’

Eurydice looks out in-front of her, eyes going incredibly wide when the situation processes through her head. Bread. That is fresh bread. That is fresh, steaming homemade bread. That is fresh, steaming homemade bread created by her husband. Orpheus made this for her. Her husband did this for her. “You.. did that? Orpheus?” She’s in disbelief as she drops her bag carelessly and reaches out her hands to wrap around his. Her dark eyes flicker between his hands and meeting his face. Once she truly realizes what’s happened, the brightest smile spreads from her mouth to her eyes, and a little laugh of disbelief coming out. “you made us this?”

He nods so quickly that his head barely can move, gently transferring the loaf to her hands. “I wanted you to know I remember. I remember the promises I made you. I promised you would always have bread when you are hungry- and I am going to keep my promises, this time.“ Orpheus leans in and wraps his now free (but still warm) hands around her cheeks, holding his entire world in them. “I will always make sure you have enough to eat, Eurydice. I promise.” He leans in, now, to give her a kiss on the center of her forehead. His lips linger for a few moments, before he pulls back. He rests his forehead on hers for a few minutes, hands still cupping her cheeks.

Orpheus is struck with recollection, then, as he pulls back from his wife. “oh! And follow me! I have some fresh butter for you. I have a few more loaves to finish, but you can eat that one while the others bake. They told me, at the market today, to make a couple so we can have them all week!” He gestures for her to follow him towards the kitchen area where, on their dining table, flour is spread out after a few smaller piles of raw dough.

He goes back to kneading, as Eurydice follows him into their home. If he notices her tears forming, he does not mention it. Eurydice breaths deeply as she stares at the loaf in her hands, thumbs brushing over the golden crust. It is heavy and warm, fresh but ready to be eaten, in the palms of her hands. She would love to blame the feeling in her chest as a mix of exhaustion and love but Eurydice knows that, really, it’s the feeling of love and adoration alone that Orpheus is so capable of making her feel. No, exhaustion is not why her heart felt so heavy now.

And here he was, providing for them. Not that she had doubted his dedication, no, and she wasn’t expecting him to support her entirely either. They were a team. They worked together to meet the needs of them both.  Yet this loaf of bread in her hands made by the man kneading another small portion at the table, was a far cry from the boy who didn’t hear her pleas for food and firewood not that many seasons ago.

Eurydice wipes at her eyes with the back of her hand, directing her attention instead to her husband and his work.

She couldn’t help but stare at him, now. The way his hair had just a bit of sweat on the ends, a result of the hard work he had put into the heat of the kitchen all day. Then there was the way he bit his lip and furrowed his eyebrows in concentration. The way his arms from his shoulders, the muscles of his upper arm, to the tendons in his lower arms twisted and contorted with his effort into the dough. His stature now, also, was quite a development in comparison to the thin, frail boy who came to hell and back for her. She supposed a healthy harvest and work did wonders for the body. Most of all, she was not ignoring his skilled fingers folding and flexing in the bread dough, as he incorporated extra flour. Kneading, she realized, was just another thing to add to the list of the things Orpheus’s nimble fingers were so good for.

Eurydice snaps herself out of her reverie, breaking the bread in half with her hands. The crackling of the crust has him looking up at her, and he gives her one of the most brilliant grins she had ever seen. “Is it good?”

Without even tasting it, Eurydice just nods. “Wonderful.”

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[imagine-a-life-like-this]

Travel To My Heart (K.SJ)

Warnings : mentions of cheating, a failing relationship, talk about a club

Word Count : 3030

Synopsis : she only meant to travel for a month and find herself before returning to her boyfriend, but instead she left for 6 months and fell in love with another man.

“My travel buddy, I’ll help you find yourself; I promise.” He smiled, holding his pinky out towards me. I linked my pinky with his, smiling back.

           “I’ll help you have a breath of fresh air; I promise.”

           “I have to work late.” Namjoon gave me a quick kiss goodbye, leaving without another word. I looked through all the pictures I took on my vacation, most of them being of the handsome man I met on the plane. The man who made me realize just how wrong my relationship with Namjoon is. When I left, I wanted to work everything out, fix the things that were wrong and come out stronger than before. But meeting Kim Seokjin changed everything.

           “I figured you’d be hungry after your nap.” My eyes were wide as I scanned all the dishes set out on the table of our Airbnb.

           “You made all of this?” I asked, looking over to Jin as I took a seat across from him. He nodded sheepishly as he scratched the back of his neck. “I don’t even know where to start, everything looks delicious.” I exclaimed as I grabbed the chopsticks next to my bowl of rice.

           “Try this.” He said, taking some food with his chopsticks and placing on top of my rice. I smiled at him as I took it in my own chopsticks and placed it in my mouth, practically moaning at how good it tasted.

           “This is the best thing I’ve ever eaten.” I could see the blush rising to his cheeks at the compliment. He tried to hide it and dig into the food himself, but I noticed it and couldn’t help but smile at the affect I had on him. “You’ve got to cook more often during this trip.”

           “Deal.”

           I’m not sure exactly when it happened. When my feelings began to shift from platonic to romantic; maybe they were never platonic to begin with. All I knew is one morning I woke up in the same bed as him, the sun shining in through the window, illuminating his face, and I couldn’t help but to think about how handsome he was. His eyes had soon fluttered open, and a part of me believed he could hear the pounding of my heart and woke up. He smiled when he saw I was staring at him, and it took everything in me not to kiss him right in that moment. I had a boyfriend waiting for me back home.

           A smart person would have decided to end their trip then, go back home and reconcile with their significant other, but I stayed. I stayed for another 2 months with the man I was slowly falling for. I stayed and made memories that would last me a lifetime. Memories of laughter and smiles. Memories of waves crashing on the beach and hot chocolate moustaches.

           I swear I only meant to leave for a month to find who I am without Namjoon, our relationship starting in junior high and lasting all the way into adulthood. I swear I only meant to discover myself and return to his side, happy and in love. But instead I left for 6 months and fell in love with another man.

           All the arguments and silent treatments started to have no effect on me. I no longer longed for the way things used to be, back when we first fell in love. Instead I longed for the man I walked away from. I longed for the late-night drives, singing at the top of our lungs completely out of tune. I longed for the lazy days in bed, watching dumb movies on his laptop with an array of snacks surrounding us. I longed for mornings waking up to his face and knowing everything was okay. I longed for Kim Seokjin.

           “What are you making?” I asked, taking a seat on one of the barstools at the island. Jin looked up from the bowl he was mixing ingredients in for only a second before going back to what he was doing.

           “Brownies.” He answered simply with a smile on his face. “Want to help?” I perked up and quickly jumped off the stool and rushed to his side, ready to help. “You can start mixing the dry ingredients into that bowl.” He told me, pointing at a bowl on the counter, surrounded by bags of ingredients.

           “Oops.” I said after only a couple minutes. Jin stopped what he was doing to see what I had somehow messed up on. When I turned to face him, he immediately burst into laughter, seeing me covered in flour. I pouted as I grabbed another handful and threw it at him. “It’s not so funny now, is it?” I teased.

           “Oh you did it now, princess.” He smirked, and that’s how the food fight began. The entire kitchen, ourselves included, was covered in different ingredients meant to make brownies. The brownies never got made, but we sat on the floor, our backs up against the wall, and we laughed. We laughed until there was tears in our eyes and pains in our stomachs. We laughed until we couldn’t laugh anymore, and then I rested my head on his shoulder, and he rested his head on top of mine.

           Namjoon came home late like he said he would, but it didn’t bother me like it used to. It didn’t matter to me if he was actually at work, or if he had met someone else. I almost didn’t notice the smell of perfume that I didn’t own. Our relationship was over a long time ago, but neither one of us wanted to let go. We worked so hard to get to where we are. We’d fought through so much to just let it all go.

           But it was time to let go. Which is why all my things were packed into suitcases and boxes. Which is why Yoongi was outside in his truck, waiting for me to say goodbye. “I guess this is for the best.” He said, taking in how empty the house looks. I wanted to cry, to have some kind of reaction to the end of 13-year long relationship. But I felt nothing. I was numb.

           “It is.” I answered, picking up a couple bags and heading out to put them in my best friend’s truck. Both Yoongi and Namjoon helped pack everything up. And as Yoongi got back into the driver’s seat, Namjoon and I stood in front of the door, saying our final goodbyes.

           “I guess this is goodbye.” I nodded, looking down at our feet before looking up at him again.

           “I hope you have a good life, Joon.”

           “I hope you do too, Y/N.” And with that, I got into Yoongi’s truck and Namjoon went into our, his, house.

           “How do you feel?” Yoongi asked as we pulled away, driving to his place that he was kind enough to let me crash at until I could get my own.

           “Good.” I smiled and looked over at him. “I feel good.”

           “Want to go to the aquarium?” Jin asked as we ate breakfast. My eyes went wide as I nodded as fast as I could. He chuckled, shaking his head at my enthusiasm, before clearing the table. “I’ll clean up, go get ready and we can head out.” I tried to protest, saying I should clean up since he cooked, but he wouldn’t have it. “I want to spoil you today.” He smiled, pushing me out of the kitchen. And he did.

           It was my first time at the aquarium, and I ran around like a little kid, pointing out all the fishes. I watched as Jin took pictures of me, saying something about how pretty I looked when I was excited. We got a couple strangers to take pretty pictures of the two of us as well. But Jin took the most pictures when we went to the area where we could touch different animals. I pet the stingrays and the starfish. I held on to every fact the instructor told us.

           I’m sure I talked Jin’s ear off for an hour when we went to dinner afterwards. But he just sat and stared as I went on and on, a smile on my face. He showed me some of the pictures he took, and I whined at how bad I looked. But he told me I was pretty in all of them.

           We got ice cream after dinner and walked around as the sun set on the horizon. “Thank you.” I said, throwing away my empty ice cream cup and sliding my hand into his.

           “Anything for you, princess.”

           I wanted to reach out to him, tell him things are over with Namjoon, tell him I love him. But I had no way how. Namjoon made me delete his number when I got home. We agreed to work things out, so he deleted the number of the girl he was seeing when I was gone, and I deleted Jin’s. A fresh start as Namjoon put it.

           Yoongi asked me if I wanted to just stay with him. He said his apartment felt more like home with me around and my stuff cluttering his shelves. It seemed more lived in, and he liked that feeling. He was gone a lot, working at the studio, or performing at some club. “It’s nice to come home and having it not feel so empty.” He told me, and so I stayed.

           Now that I was single, Yoongi would drag me to his performances. Namjoon and I went to a couple when Yoongi first started out, wanting to support his dream. But as our relationship got rocky and fights were more frequent, we stopped. I couldn’t help but smile when I saw how large the crowd was, nearly tripling the amount when he first began.

           “I’m so proud of you.” I beamed at him as he got ready to go onstage. He tried to fight the smile and keep his reputation as cold-hearted Agust D, but he’s never been able to keep that façade around me.

           “Are you going to stay back here?” He asked as someone told him he was on in 5 minutes.

           “I want the full experience; it’s been too long. Besides, I saw the guys right at the front. I’ll join them.” He nodded and I took my leave, meeting the friends he introduced me to a few weeks prior in the front row.

           “Hey Y/N!” Jimin exclaimed, pulling me in for a hug. I greeted all of them, excited to see my best friend on stage again.

           “You’ve come so far!” I exclaimed as the 6 of us walked down the block to a 24/7 diner for a celebratory dinner. “Like seriously, Yoongs, you were incredible. You were meant to be on stage!”

           “Oh shut up.” Yoongi said, but I could see the rose colour dusting his cheeks and the smile he was trying to hide.

           “The effect you have on Yoongi hyung is incredible.” Jungkook joked, playfully bumping Yoongi with his shoulder. I linked my arm through Yoongi’s as we walked, something I used to do when we were growing up, before Namjoon and I started dating.

           “I missed this.” I thought out loud, and the others just looked at Yoongi and I with small smiles dancing across their lips. We walked the rest of the way in silence, but that didn’t last long before the younger boys burst into stories of dumb decisions they’ve made. Hoseok and Yoongi joined in with some of their stories, and I just listened to all of them, hanging on to every word they all said, laughing along with them. And all I could think is that Jin would absolutely love them.

           Jin would join in with some of his own stories, making all of them laugh. He would critique the food as if he was a famous food critic, putting on a performance as he did it, accent, and all. He would join in the teasing of the other boys, but then make sure everyone had enough to eat before we left.

           Yes, Jin would get along well with my new friends and my best friend. He would make it seem like we’ve known each other for years. He would make all of us wonder how this hasn’t been the way it’s always been. Because everything would fall perfectly into place like this is the way it should have been.

           I wish I didn’t choose Namjoon over Seokjin all those months ago.

           One afternoon when Yoongi was at the studio, I decided to walk around, maybe find a quiet place to read and just get out of the apartment. I packed my book into my purse and put in my earbuds before leaving, bopping my head along to the music playing.

           I checked out a couple stores as I wandered before stumbling across a small café. Looking through the window, it seemed almost empty, but it was practically calling to me. A bell dinged when I opened the door, catching the attention of the barista behind the counter. I took in the rustic décor and smiled at the familiar scent of coffee. “Just an iced latte please, to stay.” I ordered, smiling softly at the teenager behind the counter.

           As I waited for my drink, I looked around, taking in the whole café. There were a few customers scattered about, some chit-chatting, some working. As I scanned over the tables, my eyes stopped on a familiar face, my heart skipping a beat. An entire beat. It’s like fate called out to me this warm afternoon and placed me here at the exact time Kim Seokjin would be here.

            I grabbed my finished drink, the book I was planning to read forgotten at the bottom of my purse, and confidently walked up to the man I’ve missed every single day since we returned from vacation. “Mind if I sit?” I asked, pointing at the empty chair across from him. He looked up from his laptop, eyes widening when he saw me standing in front of him.

           “Please do.” He smiled, closing his laptop, and putting it into his bag. Silence settled around us after I sat down, neither one of us knew what to say. I knew what I wanted to tell him, but I didn’t know where to start, or if he even wanted to hear my excuses for leaving him at the airport, walking away hand in hand with Namjoon. “How’ve you been?” He settled on small talk. But it’s better than nothing. It’s better than silence.

           “Good. I’ve been really good.” I smiled. “How’ve you been?”

           “Good.” The silence settled again. I hated how awkward things were. It was never like this between us, not even when we met on the plane, agreeing to travel around together.

           “Namjoon and I broke up.” I finally said. “Our relationship had been over for a while, I think. We both fell out of love but didn’t want to make the move to leave.” I continued, fiddling with my cup of coffee, the ice slowly melting and watering it down.

           “How do you feel about that?”

           “Honestly, relieved.” He let out a small chuckle.

           “You look great, like you’ve truly found yourself.” I looked down at what I was wearing. An outfit I never dared to wear when I was with Namjoon. I grew up with him, matured with him. And it seemed like we turned into each other, becoming one single person instead of separate identities in one relationship.

           “You helped a lot. But I think finally ending things and moving out was the final straw.” I didn’t let the silence settle around us again. Instead I jumped in and told him about Yoongi and his performances. I told him about Hoseok and Jimin and Taehyung and Jungkook. I told him about all the antics they get up to and the adventures they’ve dragged me out on. I’ve done so many things I never dreamed of doing when I was with Namjoon, and I felt truly happy.

           But I stared ahead at the man I fell in love with in a foreign country, and he smiled softly as he listened to me talk about my new friends, and I knew I could be happier.

           He told me all the things he’s done since we got back. How he doesn’t put as much pressure on himself at work. All the new ideas he’s come up with that have been huge successes for his business and thanked me for helping him get out of his head.

           And I watched him talk, a small smile on my face. He seemed relaxed and happy. Things seemed to just fall back into place with us as we talked for hours, our previous plans long forgotten in each other’s company.

           It’s like we travelled back in time, back to a different country, sightseeing and getting lost but not caring. But instead we were in our home country, walking around under the stars since the café closed. Soon we were standing outside the apartment building I now lived in, but I didn’t want to say goodbye. “I want to see you again, Jin.” I said before he could turn to leave. “Namjoon made me delete your number.” I told him as I handed him my phone, an empty contact open for him to add in his number for a second time.

           “Anything for my princess.” He smiled, handing my phone back to me, his number saved once again. “I hope to see you soon.” I nodded and he left.

           I swear I only meant to leave for one month, find myself and return to Namjoon’s side and love him like I used to. Instead, I left for six months and fell in love with the perfect man.

           He meant to leave and get a breath of fresh air, travel the world, and get new ideas for his business. And while we travelled the world together, making memories that would last a lifetime, he travelled into my heart and made a home.

#bts imagine #bts au #kim seokjin imagine #kim seokjin au #kim seokjin x reader #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #kim namjoon #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook

[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

Want You Bad ~ S.S. (part 4)

A/n: ahah hello...... help.

Word Count: 6000+

Warnings: This part mentions David Karofsky’s attempt, so be aware of that. Also some past bullying, and homophobia/transphobia. Self hate. Body dysphoria. Mentions of past experience with suicidal thoughts/self harm. Disassociation.

MASTERLIST

The interactions between Y/n and Sebastian after Valentine’s seemed so incredibly performative, but it was nice too, so neither of them brought it up. They just fell into this rut of Sebastian being painfully flirty and Y/n shooting him down, and then squabbling a little before one of them scoffed or rolled their eyes and went quiet. It was all soft compared to how insistent Sebastian was known to be, and how nasty Y/n had shown he could get. It was even nice. They sat next to each other in class and even studied together, as well as Warbler stuff. They even ate lunch together. Every time they ran into each other - an average of times per day that was steadily growing - there was an exchange that, looked at, could easily be simplified to: they were into each other but refused to admit it, and this is as close as they could get to actually flirting without making out, because Y/n didn’t want to just have sex and that was all Sebastian was willing to admit he wanted.

Y/n reasoned that he kind of liked Sebastian. The tall boy was testy and had a mean streak for sure, but the worst thing he’d done thus far wasn’t absolutely terrible. Y/n had seen things a million times worse. Sebastian had only meant the slushie to hurt Kurt’s chest a little. I mean, Coach Sue had RECENTLY taken wire cutters to the pianos and ran an entire campaign to demolish the Arts while slipping in her apparent theory that in a few years or decades we’d be ruled by the Chinese. Somehow she’d managed to be cruel, mean, and racist in one go and she was disliked and had lost the election, but… not by much. And she had her good days. If stuff like that could pass for some level of acceptable, Y/n could reason that a prank gone wrong could slide by fair enough.

Sebastian hadn’t meant to hurt Blaine or anyone that severely, and he hadn’t faced it because he was prideful. Y/n wasn’t happy about it, and wished Sebastian would grow the fuck up, but… there was a sort of sweetness to him too. He cared about the Warblers and had intense school pride. He just wanted to win, and he was being an idiot about getting to that goal. At the very least Y/n could just not hate him, and they could coexist peacefully if nothing else.

That was ruined of course when Y/n got a call from Finn.

“He did what?” Y/n snapped, knuckles turning white as he gripped his phone.

There was a long pause. “You didn’t know.”

“Of course I didn’t know, I would have-” And then Y/n stopped dead,the blood in his veins going cold. “You guys thought that I knew. You thought I knew about the slushie too didn’t you?” Finn didn’t say anything, for a very long time. “Okay listen here. I’m not part of New Directons anymore, and that’s left me in the territory of the enemy, I get it. Sebastian is doing some unforgivable things, but I’m still your guys’ friend. I’m still the same Y/n that-”

“The same Y/n that used to be in love with someone like Kurt? The same Y/n that fought for what he wanted but knew to back down because real love was doing anything to make the person you love happy, even if it meant they were happy with someone else? Because that Y/n taught me that. And this Y/n… well, whoever he is, he performs love songs with Sebastian Smythe and looks at that snake like he’s food and you’re starving, or like he’s light after you’ve been trapped in the darkness. You look at him like I look at Rachel. It- what even WAS that?”

It was Y/n’s turn to be quiet. “You can’t control your feelings, Finn. You can control how you react to them though, and when I say that I’m around him constantly and have never properly acted on these stupid feelings I don’t even want to fucking have because I don’t want to like him with every fiber of my being, I mean it.” Y/n scoffed. “But you’d have known that if you’d asked me about it, instead of just making assumptions and storming off.” He almost paused, but then didn’t, refusing to leave Finn time to reply. “I hope your marriage with Rachel goes great. Congratulations on that by the way. You worry about that and I’ll worry about MY love life, and maybe we can talk about it one of these days like the friends we used to be, because you know what being around Sebastian has ultra sucked but I’m dealing with it because I dreamed of Dalton for YEARS and surprise surprise - I’m still the person who fights for what he wants.” And then he hung up, tossing his phone on the bed.

He almost expected to have his phone blow up, or at least some message from someone… but it didn’t, and that didn’t really surprise him. He was getting used to people letting him walk away. A new experience compared to the years that his friends and himself had spent running after each other to make sure they were all okay.

A feeling of cold, sharp loneliness was creeping across Y/n’s body, just under his skin. He closed his eyes tightly, running his hand through his hair. He didn’t think about it before he kicked his bed frame. It was loud, but didn’t damage anything. Other than his foot, which was throbbing for an hour afterward.

Y/n lay there for a long time before he felt his anger slip away. He should have been doing better. More. He should have been making more progress on pulling Sebastian back from attacking his friends. But he hadn’t, and Finn had been right about that. He’d let Sebastian’s charm satiate him until he was silent, with a side of playful bitterness. Y/n picked up his phone and texted Finn.

You were right. I’m sorry.

He didn’t wait for Finn’s response. The other boy didn’t owe him one.

Instead, Y/n slipped his phone into his pocket, making his way around the school to the places Sebastian most often populated. To his surprise, he actually found the boy in one of the piano rooms. The exact piano room that he and Y/n had their first moment. The day that had started it all. Y/n hated the room now. Almost as much as he hated himself for the small part of his gut that bloomed with fondness for the room, and the memory it held, and the boy who sat on the bench, playing keys here and there as he figured out what seemed to be a mash up he was working on. He looked tired and adorable, and Y/n swallowed the urge to hit himself for realizing it.

Raising a hand, Y/n tapped his knuckles on the doorframe. Sebastian turned, eyes lighting up when he saw Y/n. He straightened up, brightening, before he saw the look of rage and disgust on Y/n’s face. “What have I done now?” It was in that same performative, tired way. A little flirty. Like a joke. Y/n wasn’t joking anymore.

“Photoshopped nudes?” he snapped.

Sebastian’s smirk turned into a grimace. “You’re so short sided. It’s not that big of a deal. We win! It’s over. The worst that happens is that-”

“You make a joke?” Y/n’s tone was dangerous. Sebastian hesitated, knowing exactly what was coming. “You know Sebastian, I…” he felt the breath leave his body, but words didn’t come out. He tried again. “I don’t know what I thought actually. That I was going to make you better? No, I didn’t think that. I thought you WERE better. I thought you were harmless and just reckless. But that’s not it. You’re conniving and intentional and cruel. You’re a bully and you hide behind a sweet smile and pretty eyes and you make endless promises and pretend to be good sometimes so people will like you. But you’re not. You’re a bad person, and I cannot believe I EVER thought I-” he cut off again, looking away.

“Thought you what?” Sebastian scoffed, but there was something in his voice that sounded… painful. It hurt to hear and Y/n wanted to scream at how it made him pity this asshole.

“It doesn’t matter. Because I was wrong, and you don’t deserve… anything. Least of all the truth. Being mean is fine. Santana is mean. But she knows you can take it. And sometimes she crosses a line, she did with Finn so many times. But you know at least she woke up one day and realized there were better things to do.”

Sebastian stood. “What better things are there to do exactly?” He moved close, so that the boys’ breaths mixed in the air and the space between their chests was a tangible feeling. “She got a girlfriend. She was bullied herself. Raked across the coals for being a lesbian because she was a coward. Well guess what, Y/n? I’ve been through all of that and back again and-”

“And all it did was make you into the people you hated,” Y/n interrupted. Sebastian froze. “Do you remember when you were younger? When their words bore into your skull and dug under your skin? Did you ever sit awake at night, too sore to sleep? Because that’s a LOT of the gay experience these days, and I seriously doubt that you’re this mean just because someone said your hair doesn’t look good with your blazer.”

That made Sebastian roll his eyes. “My hair looks great with my blazer.”

“That isn’t the point,” Y/n snapped, shoving Sebastian further into the room. The boy stumbled, eyes wide for a second. Y/n only stepped after him, shoving him again and again as he talked, driving his words into Sebastian with force. “Bullying is the single most destructive thing a person can do other than literal murder. Because that’s what it is. If someone isn’t strong enough… if they don’t have enough people to fall back on, or if they can’t handle the pressure. It’s destructive. You’re paving a path of desolation and trying to distract me with pretty smiles and it worked up until this point.” Y/n’s arm came up as he pressed Sebastian aggressively against the wall that was now directly behind him. Sebastian’s eyes darkened, but Y/n was too angry to read what emotion crossed through his eyes. The boy licked his lips, swallowing, and Y/n felt himself get even angrier. “That shit gets people killed, Smythe. At the very least, it stays with you forever. I STILL remember Mike Landon. Fifth grade, he said that I could never make it as- as a-” He almost revealed that he was trans, until a hot white fear wrapped around his vocal chords and choked him. 

Sebastian seemed to think that Y/n’s silence was for something else, because as his voice faded and his face contorted, eyes blinking as he tried to focus his mind, Sebastian’s hands came up, wrapping around Y/n’s shirt. The shorter boy’s head was already spinning, and they were already too close. He didn’t have a chance of stopping Sebastian pulling him into a kiss. And you know what, maybe if it was under literally any other circumstances, he might have kissed back. If they weren’t talking about this, if Finn hadn’t given him that call. Maybe if it had been a day sooner… but none of that was the case.

As it was, Y/n pushed Sebastian away. “What is WRONG with you?” He screamed. Sebastian’s mouth moved but nothing came out. “I don’t want you Sebastian. Not like this. You know what? Not any way actually. If all you got out of all of that was kissing me, then I-” he scoffed. “God I genuinely hate you. I HATE you, Sebastian Smythe. Don’t come near me anymore. Not for class, not for lunch. If you talk to me during Warbler stuff more than necessary I will hit you dead in the face and you’ll take it because of the nudes and the slushie and I will drive Finn and Blaine to move against you and I will step against you if asked. I’ll volunteer. Stay the hell away from me.” He turned and left, racing to his room where he immediately closed and locked the door.

His heart was racing and his lips tingled.

Y/n hands curled into fists so tightly it hurt. His brain was a mix between the way Finn’s voice had shaken when he’d told Y/n about the nudes, and the echo of Blaine’s scream in the parking lot… and the feeling of Sebastian’s lips against his own.

“FUCK!” Y/n screamed, hands wrapping into his hair. He pulled, closing his eyes trying to release the anger he was feeling. The disgust. He turned and saw himself in the mirror and felt sick. Only then did he remove his hands from his scalp, which was beginning to ache. Instead, he rushed to find any material that would work to cover every single mirror he could. There were only three: the one in the bathroom, the one at the vanity, and the full body one that was attached to the front of the door to the closet. They were all large so it was a little difficult but he managed it. Then he paced, trying to burn more of that rage before he hit something.

He was disgusting for having feelings for a man like Sebastian. Someone who destroyed and tore apart for fun. Someone who didn’t care about commitment or feelings. All he cared about was drama. Sebastian fed off of discomfort and irritation. He was a machine for negativity. He didn’t like Blaine, he liked how much it bothered Kurt. He didn’t like Y/n, he liked how much it bothered Y/n that he liked Sebastian. He didn’t care about anyone but himself. He didn’t care that he’d hurt Blaine, and he was willing to ruin Finn’s life in order to get Rachel to step down. He was willing to play dirty. He was willing to do anything, all for the spotlight and the victory.

Attention.

That’s all Sebastian cared about.

Y/n managed to make it to the next rehearsal before he lost his entire mind. He skipped school, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to focus or pay attention anyway. Instead, he slept in. He took a long, very hot shower, and then he got ready. Sebastian didn’t even look at him. Or, if he did, Y/n was pointedly not noticing. When someone asked the same question they do at the beginning of every rehearsal - what ideas anyone had for songs to do a little improvised number with to warm up before they got the real stuff - Y/n was quick to answer.

“What about ‘Attention,’ by Charlie Puth?”

The boys all perked up. Except Ethan, who seemed to see the rage playing across Y/n’s face, under his perfectly constructed mask. The two boys had gotten to know each other very well. They knew things like how Ethan was actually quite messy, even though he came to school every day and looked perfectly pristine. Or how Y/n used music as a coping mechanism. Small stuff. Nothing serious like Y/n being trans.

However, with the information he did have, Ethan was the first to support Y/n’s idea. “That’s a great idea. Why don’t you lead it?”

Y/n smiled. “If everyone’s okay with it.” It was then that the rest of the boys seemed to pick up on what Y/n was trying to be lowkey about throwing down. Every time Y/n led eagerly, it was always because he had something to get off his chest, and nearly all of it had been about Sebastian. It had led to a few more showdowns that the boys had been feeding off of. But right now… Y/n looked poised for an attack. He looked terrifying.

Sebastian stepped forward. “Please. Show us your best.” And if he was okay with being attacked, then no one was going to stop it. Any problems between the two boys were usually solved like this, and if it meant less drama in the long run then why not?

So everyone stood and began, and Y/n didn’t even give Sebastian a second glance, but they all knew who he was thinking about as he sang.

“You've been runnin' round, runnin' round, runnin' round throwin' that dirt all on my name cause you knew that I, knew that I, knew that I'd call you up. You've been going round, going round, going round every party in L.A. cause you knew that I, knew that I, knew that I'd be at one.”

It felt so good that Y/n felt himself relax. That usual persona he put on for performances - the unbreakable, fiery spirit unphased by anything - as long as Sebastian wasn’t involved - came alight, except this time it was directed at every single boy other than Sebastian. It was new, but the other boys were super into it, even the ones who were said to be straight smiling or winking or smirking at the way Y/n looked at them. It was all completely harmless, and they were just having a good time. It was a relief.

“I know that dress is karma, perfume regret - you got me thinking 'bout when you were mine. And now I'm all up on ya, what’d you expect? But you're not coming home with me tonight.”

He moved around the room, slithering through the crowd, and the other boys began to move through him. Like a human wave, but with bodies instead of arms. It was kind of cool actually, and the fact that he could grab a jacket and pull someone around, or push someone out of the way made him feel that power again. He was center stage and he was rocking it. For just a second, he could stop the arguing and the blackmailing and the salt and the disgusting feeling in his chest every time he saw Sebastian from the corner of his eyes. To his credit, at least the taller boy kept his distance like Y/n had told him to.

“You just want attention, you don't want my heart. Maybe you just hate the thought of me with someone new. Yeah, you just want attention, I knew from the start: you're just making sure I'm never gettin' over you.”

Ethan moved closer, his smile wide and contagious. The two boys focused on each other, and eventually Y/n’s anger released into pure flirtiness that matched all the times Sebastian had tried to make moves on even Blaine. Ethan cut off for a second from backup to laugh and it made Y/n light up. He lost himself in the whole show of being “mad” and “betrayed” by Ethan, as if his friend was the actual reason Y/n had wanted to sing the song.

“You've been runnin' round, runnin' round, runnin' round throwing that dirt all on my name cause you knew that I, knew that I, knew that I'd call you up. Baby, now that we're, now that we're, now that we're right here standing face-to-face, you already know, already know, already know that you won-”

Y/n noticed the other Warblers exchanging looks, but it wasn’t for the goofing off between Ethan and Y/n. He made the mistake of following their eyes and seeing a familiar rage on none other than Sebastian’s face. He seemed beyond irritated. The only thing that Y/n could think of was the previous day when Y/n had pressed Sebastian to the piano room wall. Right before they’d kissed… well Y/n didn’t want to think about it, and he was living off of finally pissing Sebastian off after all this playing at being completely unaffected, so he only ignored the other boys more. Flirted harder. Ethan’s face went red.

“I know that dress is karma,” Y/n began.

Behind him, the Warblers sang, “Dress is karma,” to echo him. 

“Perfume regret,” Y/n continued. “You got me thinking 'bout when you were mine.”

Once again that echoing backup came, and Ethan moved closer to Y/n, loudest of all of them due to his proximity. “You got me thinking 'bout when you were mine.”

Y/n’s smile was radiant. “And now I'm all up on ya-”

“All up on ya,” Ethan sang back, and he winked. Y/n swallowed a laugh. This is what show choir was supposed to be like. They both knew Ethan had a boyfriend, and that neither of them was emotionally available to the other. The flirting was playful and innocent and fun and intoxicating because of it.

“What you expect?” Y/n moved back, shaking his shoulders as he moved from Ethan to another boy and then another. They all kept that energy, but never quite met where he and Ethan had been. It was kind of a disappointment. “But you're not coming home with me tonight. You just want attention, you don't want my heart. Maybe you just hate the thought of me with someone new. Yeah, you just want attention, I knew from the start - you're just making sure I'm never gettin' over you.” He slid away, turning to face a pretend audience, and the boys moved behind him. “What are you doin' to me, what are you doin', huh?” 

“What are you doin'?” they echoed back.

“What are you doin' to me, what are you doin', huh?” Y/n’s arms went out and he slid across the carpet, his chin popping up and then dropping again in a small, sassy head nod, asking a question to the wall. A question he wasn’t willing to direct at the person who he wanted to, because he refused to give Sebastian anymore of what he wanted most.

“What are you doin'?” Came the dutiful echo.

“What are you doin' to me, what are you doin', huh?” Y/n circled his hips fluidly, pulling it into a step out as he just danced. His moves were easy to mirror and a glance back revealed that the boys were mostly following, if just a second behind. It worked perfectly - Y/n made the move when he sang, and when they echoed they copied him.

“What are you doin'?” Came their voices as they all circled their hips, legs extending into a sideways step.

“What are you doin' to me, what are you doin', huh?” Y/n continued, but this time he didn’t wait for an echo, knowing it wouldn’t come. “I know that dress is karma, perfume regret. You got me thinking 'bout when you were mine. And now I'm all up on ya, what you expect? But you're not coming home with me tonight-” He broke off, a sudden silence filling the room. It was brief though, as Y/n actually knew this song very well, and he was prepared for the sigh that the genius Mr. Puth put directly into the song. He inhaled, and he felt that bubbling rage and burning disgust and white hot hatred. When he exhaled, he closed his eyes, and imagined it all leaving his body. He felt light. Empty. Like he was floating. For a second, everything was perfect.

Then he had to sing again.

Hands planted on his shoulder and spun him around and there was Sebastian, to Y/n’s shock. But whatever the taller Warbler saw in Y/n’s face, it was not what he wanted to see. When Y/n sang next, there was a blissful detachment as he smiled through the words. “You just want attention, you don't want my heart; maybe you just hate the thought of me with someone new. Yeah, you just want attention, I knew from the start - you're just making sure I'm never gettin' over you-”

“Over you-” To give Sebastian credit, he didn’t stop singing.

“What are you doin' to me? What are you doin', huh?” Y/n continued, unphased. Sebastian’s hands ran down Y/n’s shoulder, but Y/n just raised an eyebrow, as if to say ‘that's all you got?’ as he simply kept going. 

“What are you doin', what?” Sebastian sang back, rather professionally, even as panic crept into his eyes. Y/n didn’t understand why, but it felt genuine. Seeing Y/n have a complete detachment from Sebastian made Sebastian… afraid. He did a decidedly good job at hiding it though, and he definitely didn’t give up trying to seduce him. “What are you doin', to me? What are you doin', huh? What are you doin', to me? What are you doin', huh?” Y/n realized the question was sincere, and the smug smirk on Y/n’s face that it brought up made Sebastian layer armor on more thickly. But it was too late. Y/n already knew. “What are you doin' to me, what are you doin', huh?” Y/n ripped himself from Sebastian’s hold just in time for him to step backward as the song ended.

An intense, suffocating silence lay across the room like a thick blanket in the middle of an Arizona Summer. The two boys faced each other and Sebastian went to step forward. Say something. Before he could, Ethan stepped around him, breaking the tension and saving everyone from having to see a face off that wasn’t just fun and games music stuff.

“That was great!” Ethan complimented. Looking away from Sebastian was a relief. If Y/n was really honest, those feelings of tenderness and care were still there and he didn’t want to even think about them let alone entertain them. It was easier to beat them back when Sebastian desperately pleading eyes weren’t burning into Y/n’s soul.

“Thanks.” The word held a lot more than just being a response to the verbal complement, and Ethan nodded in understanding. “So. Rehearsal?”

And for now, that was the end of it.

-

Y/n went into his lunch break with a dozen missed calls from Kurt. There was no other move to take than to call him back - he could eat later. The phone rang twice before Kurt answered. That’s when Y/n knew it was bad, even before Kurt started speaking… and then it got even worse.

Kurt told Y/n everything. The secret admirer Valentine’s Day stuff. The surprise date. Being found. The backlash. The many, many missed calls that had Kurt near tears with worry. The… the attempt. “Listen I know the last time you talked to one of us was with Finn, and things have been a mess of complication and you probably don’t want to hear about this-”

“No, I don’t,” Y/n agreed. He shook his head. “But not because I don’t care, or because I’m mad at you. All that matters is that David is okay, and that you absolutely do not blame yourself. I don’t care about all of the what if’s you can find to muster. It doesn’t matter. He’s okay, okay? That’s what you’re going to focus on.”

Kurt was quiet for a very long time. “Listen Y/n, I came to you because… the other kids don’t understand. They can’t wrap their heads around it. Quinn even gave him crap for it. And they’re still going. Trying to coerce him in- into trying again.” Y/n’s heart stopped. “And I know this isn’t something that’s especially easy to talk about, but I knew… I knew you’d understand.”

Perhaps Kurt knew more about Y/n than he liked… but to be fair, Y/n knew just as much about Kurt. “Are you okay?”

That actually made Kurt laugh. It was a dry, humorless sound. It made Y/n flinch. “You heard something that is going to upset you because of your past and you’re asking if I’M okay?”

“Yeah,” Y/n offered lamely.

Kurt sighed. “No, I’m not. I won’t ask, I already know your answer. I just um… God Squad is going to give him an edible arrangement. I need my best man by my side for this one.” Y/n almost smiled. For a while, Y/n and Rachel had been Kurt’s best man and woman, even if they didn’t particularly like each other. After the fall out, Rachael and Y/n had been even more at odds, but Y/n had never stopped being Kurt’s best man.

“Yeah, for sure. When are we going?”

They went that day, but it all passed in a blur. Y/n mostly stayed in the back and supported Kurt when he needed it. Offered a few kind words. Then they went home. Y/n got into bed and didn’t change out of his clothes or even fall asleep. He just stared at the ceiling, his head ringing with the sound of the heart monitor.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

When his alarm went off, he did shower and change into something clean. He sat and scrubbed for hours, trying to get even the memory of white walls and sanitizer off his skin. Then he was dressed and was off to school. That day passed in a blur too, and he was sure that if Sebastian came anywhere near him, he didn’t say anything. Y/n couldn’t remember what they learned in class… but he’d taken excellent notes, so it seemed he’d be fine. If he really needed help later he could ask his teacher. It would be fine.

Things hit the fan when he headed to practice. On his way there, someone grabbed his arm. He flinched, pulling it away strongly. No one had touched him since the call from Kurt except in accidental, brief bumps. And that arm… not that arm.

Y/n’s eyes slid up to find Sebastian’s face. He felt ickiness all over him as he suddenly wished to go back to that night when Sebastian had kissed him. He wished that he could get a hug now. Hide in the other boys’ tall frame. But he couldn’t, because being emotionally unstable was not an excuse to be an idiot. Not for him. “I can’t- Please don’t- Please not now.”

“Listen, I…” Sebastian pursed his lips. “I heard about David Karofsky, and I know that you guys went to school together. I asked around, got some backstory. I didn’t mean to pry, I just didn’t know how you would feel about… this. Um-” He swallowed, and he looked so vulnerable and regretful and human that Y/n wanted to cry. “Listen I deleted the Finn pictures and I called a meeting with Satana, Blaine and Kurt to talk about this stupid feud. I’m gonna talk to the others today but I’m sure none of them will be opposed to dedicating the competition performance to your friend. And I was thinking of doing a donation of some sort too. I just wanted you to be aware that I’m not coming at you today with a fight in mind. You… you have every right to absolutely hate me, and I know it means nothing but I’m going to apologize to everyone. I figured I’d best start with you.”

Y/n looked away, crossing his arms over his chest. “Can you do me a favor?”

“Anything,” Sebastian rushed.

“Don’t lie to me.” That stopped Sebastian short, like he’d been slapped. “Please don’t… don’t take me at my weakness and mold that person so I can just be the little boy who likes you again okay? Don’t play pretend. Not with me.”

Sebastian’s eyes fell to the floor. “You know what, I’m not even surprised.” He looked up again, and the sincerity in eyes hit Y/n hard. He was barely holding on. “I don’t expect you to forgive me, or even believe me. Not until I prove it to you. Just know I’m going to.”

Y/n slid his hands into his pockets. “Whatever.” He turned away and they walked the rest of the way to the Warbler room together, a fair distance apart.

Sebastian told the others about the plan, explaining the news he’d gotten and how Y/n was connected to it. They did some figuring out details, but Y/n mostly sat back. Ethan sat with him, rubbing his back. Once Y/n caught Sebastian looking at the two, from a distance. He realized now what that anger had been last time. He could see it again. It wasn’t anger at all, it was jealousy. Sebastian saw the way Y/n was comfortable around Ethan, and he hated that it wasn’t him. Y/n had seen that look a million times in the mirror, and on other people. It was most prominent in slow moments. When there was nothing else to mask it. 

Pushing that down, Y/n tried not to think about it. As he so often did. He couldn’t handle it right now. He had to be strong. When he could handle it… well, he’d have to figure that out another time.

It was hard though when Sebastian changed the songs they were going to perform. Hard when he made a beautiful performance to lay out in David’s name. He seemed so genuine. Passionate, even. For once Y/n saw him driven to do something good, and it was more attractive on him than anything else Sebastian had done since Y/n had known him.

It was a last minute pull to do something to acknowledge what had happened, but Sebastian pushed them harder than ever. And they pulled it off. Of course they did. They were Warblers.

Sebastian fronted the first song, and Y/n was more than willing to hide in the back. He got lost in the performance, and listened to the words like he had been to keep himself going through the dread that was trying to crawl up his spine. Unfortunately, the Warblers hadn’t let Y/n slide for the next song. They thought it would be best if Y/n fronted at some point. To make a stand, since he’d known David personally. So he did. It felt nice to sing in front of a crowd, his boys behind him. Sebastian behind him. When it was over and they took their seats, Y/n didn’t mind that Sebastian sat next to him.

When New Directions went on, Y/n was surprised to see Sebastian stand up before him to cheer them on. When the girls came on to sing “Stronger”, the two boys’ hands bumped together and Y/n hesitated, but then he took Sebastian’s hand. It was the other boy’s turn to be surprised as he looked over at Y/n. Y/n leaned close so he could be heard over the performance when he said, “Thank you. For this.”

He leaned back in time to see Sebastian smile softly. It was a new look on him, and Y/n had to say he loved it. “I’m glad you’re a Warbler, Y/n. I’m glad you’re one of us.” He leaned in to say it and then away again, and they were close when “Here’s To Us” began playing.

Sebastian looked away first. Y/n appreciated it, honestly. Sometimes the things you didn't do mattered more than the things you did, and if Sebastian had leaned in, Y/n would have kissed him and then he would have regretted it. Sebastian had a perfectly good opportunity to manipulate him, and he hadn’t. If anything convinced Y/n that Sebastian was serious about being different, that did.

Maybe there was more to Sebastian Smythe than Y/n had realized. Perhaps Y/n wasn’t as done with him as he’d wished.

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[sevlgi]

not-so-sweet secret

requested: yes

group: blackpink

pairing: jennie x fem!reader

genre: angst, fluff

contents: school!au, rich girl!jennie, secret relationship

warnings: none

synopsis: What you had with Jennie Kim used to be your sweet little secret. But recently, as Jennie starts publicly dating someone else, it doesn’t seem so sweet anymore.

a/n: yes you can! I love this prompt, thanks so much for requesting! also thank you all so much for 700 followers 😭 you guys have questionable taste but I love you all

word count: 2.6k

You always knew that what you had with Jennie Kim would have to stay a secret.

To be honest, you had no idea how she had even developed feelings for you. While she as the queen of the school, you were a nobody, just another wallflower who admired her. Somehow, she liked you enough to ask you out, and everything began from there.

At first, the idea of a clandestine relationship exhilarated you. The thought of sneaked kisses behind closed doors, of weekend dates in places no one would recognize you, managed to make your heart beat faster.

And that’s exactly how it was at first. You stayed late after school so that Jennie could drive you home in a car that smelled like her perfume, and you sneaked out at night for the first time to see the stars with her. She stared at you in your shared classes, and you slipped notes into each others’ lockers, each one of hers signed with a kiss printed in lipstick.

It was all you could have ever asked for, even if both of you pretended the other didn’t exist in the presence of other people. Sure, it wasn’t ideal that you couldn’t sit together at lunch and share food like other couples, or that Jennie could barely give you a passing glance in the hallways, but it was enough to know how she genuinely laughed, how she liked to hug the people she really loved.

You wanted to be with her publicly, but you also wanted to give Jennie time. You didn’t want to rush her into doing anything she wasn’t ready to do, even if it meant you had to suffer in silence because of it.

In private, she was the sweetest girlfriend you could have ever asked for. She visited your house almost every afternoon and brought you fresh-baked sweets, and she cooked dinner for both of you whenever your parents weren’t home. Jennie stayed over so often that you kept a special blanket and pillow for her right next to yours.

But in public, she was always a whole other person. Whenever you went on dates outside, even if the two of you were in a different town, Jennie hesitated to even stand to closely to you, to smile that cute gummy smile specially reserved for you.

Especially at school, Jennie hung out with her popular friends, those crazily beautiful and rich kids who never looked your way. When she was with them, she was no better, fake-laughing at insensitive jokes and burning money on designer clothes.

That was the price. To be the butt of those insensitive jokes, to be on the receiving end of falsely sweet smiles and to be unable to love Jennie as much as you wanted. But you were sure it would all be worth it in the long term, as long as you kept your sweet little secret tucked close to your heart.

“Hey, jagi,” you smiled, getting into the car and tossing your bag at your feet. “It’s so nice to see you.”

Jennie gave you her customary gummy smile, eyes turning into pretty crescent moons. “Hi, baby. You look really pretty today, you know? I wanted to tell you in math, but Eunchae kept talking about her new Mercedes.”

You blushed lightly, kissing her on the cheek as she started the car. “Really, another one? Didn’t she crash the last one while drunk?”

“High,” your girlfriend corrected. “Remember, there was that huge party at Jackson’s place? He got drugs somehow, and Eunhae got so high that she backed her car into a wall.”

Rolling your eyes lightly at the mention of the party, you reminded Jennie, “I wasn’t there, remember? Nobody in their right mind would invite me to a party. Pretty sure they don’t even know my name.”

“Well, they should. You’re the greatest,” Jennie cooed, giving you a big smile. “Although, you don’t like those parties anyway, right?”

“Nah,” you shrugged, looking out the window at all the passing houses. Unsurprisingly, Jennie lived in a different neighborhood than you, hers with a gate for every house and at least 4 expensive cars parked in every driveway. Despite that, she drove you to and from school every day. “Although, your daily recap of who started dating who is pretty funny.”

Jennie laughed lightly, and you could hear your heart beating faster just at the sound of her. You had been dating for so long, but just the tiniest action of hers still managed to make you flustered like crazy. “I know you don’t enjoy it that much, you just like to let me talk.”

“Maybe,” you joked, getting out of the car when it parked at the curb of your house. “Do you wanna come in? I bought the ice cream you like so much, milk flavor.”

She pouted at that, not getting out of the car, which was enough of an answer. “No, sorry, Junsoo made me promise to tutor him in math today. See you tomorrow?”

“See you tomorrow,” you answered, waving as she pulled the car away. You did your best to ignore the sinking feeling in your stomach, like a huge stone had been dropped there. It was hard not to get jealous when Jennie routinely hung out with people way better than you, but you always reminded yourself that your girlfriend loved you and would never cheat on you.

Right?

“Good morning,” Wheein greeted you, sliding into the seat right next to you. You smiled in greeting, still copying the notes down from the board. The girl had been your assigned Chemistry partner for a few months now, and you could maybe call her a friend. 

“Hi, Wheein.”

“You won’t believe what happened today,” the girl started saying. She was a bit gossipy at times, but she was still considerably kind to you, so you always let it slide. “Junsoo started dating Jennie!”

Your head snapped up, your hand slipping and drawing a huge mark over your notes. Wheein winced at the huge black arc on your paper, passing you an eraser. “What? Jennie? Like Jennie Kim?”

“Well, what other Jennies are in this school?” Wheein giggled, cocking her head at you. “Why?”

Jennie. Your girlfriend, Jennie, was dating Im Junsoo, quite possibly the biggest asshole in the entire school. You knew she would do a lot to hide your relationship, but you didn’t think she would go that far. “No reason,” you mumbled, starting to scrub at your paper.

That sweet secret that you kept close to your heart started to feel not so sweet anymore.

You didn’t want to believe what Wheein said, and that was the only reason you took the long way to lunch and headed by the cluster of benches where Junsoo held court during lunch. At first, you couldn’t see him or Jennie, a group of other popular kids creating a barrier between you and them.

But you heard her voice, that gorgeous voice that only called you ‘jagi’, flirting shamelessly with Junsoo. You wanted to leave, to pretend like you didn’t hear anything, but the crowd shifted just enough for you to see the happy couple, Jennie practically sitting on Junsoo’s stupid lap.

She was definitely flirting with him, practically giving him bedroom eyes in the middle of the cafeteria. Her friends cooed over them, only fueling the stupid smug expression on Junsoo’s stupid face.

Jennie caught a glance of you when she looked up, and you knew that all she could see was betrayal. And that was exactly what you felt as you turned on your heel and walked away.

You didn’t wait in the parking lot for Jennie that day. Instead, you hitched your bag up on your shoulder and walked home yourself, ignoring your phone when it started buzzing in your pocket halfway.

You didn’t pick up when she called you, and you didn’t read any of the texts she sent. Instead, you spent your time in the garage fixing up your old bike so you could start getting to school easier.

Maybe it was just a rumor, but you had a bad feeling, one that told you something had gone incredibly wrong. You ate dinner with your parents for once instead of going up to your room and video-calling Jennie.

It all felt wrong, but you weren’t ready to talk to her yet. Once you picked up on one of her calls, you knew the truth was going to come out, and you weren’t ready to hear it just yet.

You managed to avoid Jennie for a full 3 days. To be honest, it wasn’t that hard; you didn’t have many classes together, and there was no way she could get alone enough to approach you.

Saturday was the day you were dreading, because you knew Jennie would show up. That was the day she usually came over, because neither of your parents would be home and neither of hers would be watching her. She didn’t need to be let in, since you had given her a spare key, and she had her own car.

It was only a matter of time before she confronted you, and you were not looking forward to it.

Unsurprisingly, you heard the front door unlocking at exactly 9:33 in the morning on Saturday. Luckily, you were already awake, cooking breakfast in the kitchen a few steps away. “Let yourself in, why don’t you,” you called out sarcastically.

“Y/N?” Jennie answered, setting her keys down on the counter and closing the door behind her. “Have you been ignoring me?”

Blunt as always. You turned around with an eyebrow raised, taking in the sight of her. She looked unfairly good, glowing as always, as if she wasn’t worried at all about the fact that you hadn’t talked to her in days.

Under usual circumstances, you would have immediately rushed to her, kissing her and running your hands through her immaculately curled hair, but instead, you stood there, holding the plate of food. “I don’t know, why don’t you ask your boyfriend?”

It came out more spiteful than you had intended, but it did the trick; your girlfriend flinched, regret settling into the brown eyes you loved so much. “Y/N...”

“Jennie,” you deadpanned, staring right at her. “Go ahead, explain if you can.”

“It’s not real,” she implored, stepping closer to you. “I don’t like Junsoo, not at all! He’s just a friend, please, Y/N.”

“Then why did Wheein tell me the big, amazing news that he’s dating you this morning?” you demanded, not caring about the fact that you sounded like a crazy, jealous girlfriend. 

At the sound of your deskmate’s name, Jennie’s expression changed. Instead of the desperate scrunch of her eyebrows, a jealous twist of her lip brought spite to her eyes. “Wheein? I don’t like that you talk to her so often.”

“Don’t turn this around on me!” you exclaimed, your voice echoing off the walls of your kitchen. “Are you serious? Wheein’s my friend, not anything like your official boyfriend Junsoo. We’re talking about you right now!”

Jennie’s expression changed again, into a slightly pained one as her hands scrunched into the fabric of your shirt. “Y/N, you know I’m not ready to come out yet. I don’t know how people will react, much less my parents.”

“Yeah, I know, and I understand that! But dating someone else right in front of my face? What the hell, Jen?” you challenged her, anger furrowing your brow. 

She chewed on her lower lip and looked down at the floor. “I… I think it’s best if I leave right now. You’re obviously angry, and I get it. I don’t want to fight.”

“Okay, then leave,” you scowled, turning back to your food. You could feel a sour pang in your chest as you heard the door close softly behind your girlfriend, but you ignored it. You had a right to be angry when your girlfriend started publicly dating someone else, but was it worth it to hurt each other like that?

A week or so passed without you or Jennie speaking a single word to one another. That was one of the things that made the two of you not such a great match; both of you were incredibly stubborn, and neither of you would give up without a fight.

It hurt, of course, but you wanted her to approach you first. After all, it wasn’t your fault that she started dating someone else and ruined your relationship.

Stumbling in on Jennie kissing Junsoo in an empty classroom was the last straw.

“Excuse me, who are you?” the boy demanded, scrambling to stand in the empty classroom. Behind him, Jennie stared at you in horror, lipstick slightly smeared and her blouse just a little bit wrinkled.

You couldn’t help the horror on your face, but you still couldn’t bring yourself to expose Jennie. It was stupid, maybe, wanting to protect her after all the heartbreak she brought to you, but instead of saying anything, you mumbled a hurried “Sorry” and darted right out of the door.

You didn’t expect her to run after you, and you definitely weren’t expecting the hurried clack of heels behind you and the feeling of her warm hand clasped on your wrist. “Y/N, please wait.”

“What…?” you stared at your wrist and then at Jennie’s pleading eyes, begging you to stay. “Um, Jennie?”

“I’m sorry,” she blurted out. “I’m really, really sorry. I never should have acted like I was ashamed of you, I never was! You’re the best thing to ever happen to me.”

Dumbly, you opened and closed your mouth like a goldfish. Whispers sounded around the two of you, dozens of eyes glued to the two of you as you stood in the middle of the hallway. All you manage to say is “I think we should talk about that” as you pulled Jennie out of the school.

Neither of you talked until you were far enough out of the campus that nobody you recognized was there. “What’s going on? Aren’t you happy with your popular, rich boyfriend?”

Jennie winced, shaking her head pleadingly. “Please, Y/N. I know I don’t deserve it, but I really love you. I want another chance, and I promise I’ll never keep you a secret again. I’ll come out to my parents, and I’ll announce our relationship--”

“I never wanted to force you to come out,” you sighed, stepping closer. You knew that what she did wasn’t right, but you didn’t exactly handle it well either. “I just didn’t want you to date someone just to cover us up. I felt like you were ashamed of me.”

“I promise I’m not. Please, I’ll treat you right this time,” Jennie promised, still holding on to your wrist.

Biting your lip, you looked at the ground. Obviously, you loved Jennie; she was the best person in the world to you, despite what she did, and you didn’t want to let her go. “One more chance,” you suggested, looking back up to her again. “We’re starting over, we’re not continuing our old relationship.”

Jennie nodded fervently, giving you the familiar gummy smile you were so familiar with. “Okay. I’ll take you on a date tomorrow, and I’ll treat you so well. I promise.”

“I’ll be waiting,” you laughed, wrapping your arms around her in a hug and inhaling the familiar sweet scent of her perfume once again.

You felt sweet. Not sweet in the way that your old relationship was, not the kind of sweet that still had a bitter aftertaste. No, you were on cloud nine, and you could stay there forever if you just had Jennie.

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[mrs-hilmarson]

Run To Me (Part 2)

Pairing: Diane Sherman x Fem!Reader

Wordcount: 1739

A/n: Thank you all for the love! I know Diane is chaotic and a lot of people are against writing fics on her, but I just love her. I have mommy issues so maybe thats why. Haha... Anyways, enjoy chapter two!

"Don't move."

Diane dabbed peroxide to your forehead, eliciting a hiss from your lips. You didn't listen to her, instinctively moving your head away from her. She smiled and grabbed your chin, keeping you in place. Her grip was somehow gentle and commanding at the same time. She dabbed at it again, the sting now drawing tears out of your eyes and down your flushed cheeks. You saw her eyes dart to them, and look back to your eyes quickly, drawing in a ragged breath. She seemed uncomfortable at your discomfort, but then again she had run you over.

She put on a couple of butterfly band-aids over the cut and sat back in the kitchen chair she had put in front of you. She let go of the grip on your chin and brought her hand up to your face and gently brushed the tears that stained your cheeks away. You gasped at her cool hands on your hot skin, never having felt something so gentle and caring. She smiled at you sweetly, your heart suddenly aching at the sight. You coughed to make it go away, you didn't like to feel weak.

"You shouldn't need stitches. It's deep, but small. Why don't we get you something to eat before you take a shower. Don't need you to pass out from the steam," she said, getting up and going over to her fridge.

You sat back in the chair, looking around the kitchen. It seemed like it hadn't been updated in the last ten years, but was also incredibly clean. It was as if she didn't actually cook in it. She brought the ingredients to the counter and turned on the stove. You began to feel awkward as you watched Diane making lunch as the realization that you were sitting in a complete strangers home after they had hit you with their car. As if Diane sensed a shift in the atmosphere, she suddenly turned around, her focus back on you.

"You said you didn't have any family?" she asked, crossing her arms across her chest and biting her lip.

"Huh?" you asked, confused by her sudden nervous demeanor.

"Earlier, when I- well you said you were new here but that you didn't have any family. So what brought you to town?"

"Oh, yeah.  Someone I grew up with in one of my foster homes who I was really close with came here when she was 18 to go to the school here and get a fresh start. I heard how well it worked for her and decided to do the same thing. Plus I thought it would be easier to move across country if there was at least one person I knew in the area."

The smell of the food began to drift through the air and your mouth pooled with drool. You hadn't eaten a real meal in nearly three days. Your stomach growled and revealed just how hungry you were. It was loud and you knew she heard it, and your cheeks flushed red once again, embarrassed. You quickly picked back up the conversation to distract from it.

"So yeah, once I saved up enough money for a bus ticket, I left. The trip took about a week and a half and I was here literally ten minutes before you hit me with your car," you chuckled nervously.

Diane looked at you, worried, but you flashed her a smile to let her know you weren't upset. She seemed to relax instantly and she smiled so wide she actually covered up her mouth with her hand as if she was embarrassed. She turned around to stir the food that was now beginning to sizzle on the stove.

"So do you live here by yourself?"

Diane seemed to tense at the question, but she relaxed almost immediately afterwards, sighing loudly.

"Unfortunately, yes. But I keep myself pretty busy in my garden and teaching. A quiet life has its perks, but sometimes it gets lonely."

She came over and put a plate full of sautéed vegetables and chicken in front of you. She sat back in the chair across from you, watching you with a smile. You looked at her, almost afraid to eat it.

"Go on, take a bite. Tell me what you think sweetheart," she almost cooed at you.

Her tone and the nickname would have thrown you off guard if you weren't so damn hungry. You shakily brought a fork full into your mouth and forced yourself to eat slowly. You moaned as you swallowed, so thankful to have actual food in your stomach. Diane bit her lip and smiled again, watching you eat.

You ate an entire plate and Diane insisted on giving you more, but you were afraid you would get sick. You hunched over from being so full, and winced from a new pain coming from your back. Diane noticed immediately and shot out of her chair and to your side.

"I'm fine. My back is just hurting all the sudden," you said, trying to calm her down.

Suddenly Diane was yanking your shirt up, exposing your back.

"Hey, what are you-"

"You have what looks like road rash and a large bruise along your back. I think you should go take a shower and then I will take a closer look at it. I'm afraid if I don't it will get infected," Diane said rolling your shirt back down, completely ignoring the dumbfounded look on your face.

You sat there silent and Diane didn't wait for you to really respond. She picked up your backpack and threw it over her shoulder.

"I'll show you where the bathroom is."

You cautiously followed her down the hall to the bathroom. Diane was so kind and really welcoming, but she was also slightly forward with her actions. You two were still perfect strangers, but she had no problem lifting up your shirt without your permission as if you had known her since you were small. But did you really mind that? You had never had someone baby and care for you before, what did it matter if she didn't know you? You decided to just relax and enjoy the attention while it lasted. Even if it was because she felt bad.

You followed her into the bathroom and she turned on the shower checking the water. She turned to you then and held out her hand.

"Give me your clothes."

You stared at her.

"I'm sorry, what?"

She chuckled.

"Your clothes smell pretty bad. I will wash them for you. I'll step out of the room and you can let me know when you're in the shower and I'll come back in and grab them," she said, heading towards the door. You didn't have much time to argue as she stepped out into the hallway and closed the door behind her.

You undressed quickly and tried to leave your clothes in a neat pile on the floor near the door before trotting to the shower and stepping in. You gasped at the sting of the water on your battered skin. You gave yourself a second to adjust before giving Diane the OK.

You heard her step in and pick up the clothes, and you swore you heard her footsteps grow closer to the shower. You held your breath, suddenly nervous. But they retreated as you heard her exit, the door creaking shut behind her.

You showered quickly and toweled off as best you could, changing into the softest pair of clothes you had in your bag. You stepped out into the hallway carefully, looking for any sign of the woman. You saw the door to what looked like a basement open so you headed that way. Just as you reached the frame, Diane appeared suddenly, scaring you.

"Oh sorry! I didn't mean to scare you. Sorry, the washer is in the basement," she said, closing the door immediately behind her. You found it weird, but maybe it was dirty. She probably didn't bring company down to the basement often.

"How long do you think it will take for my clothes? I'm super tired and was hoping to get to the motel to rest some."

Diane bit her lip again and brushed her hair behind her ear which you were beginning to think was a nervous habit. She crossed her arms and leaned against the door before clearing her throat.

"I-I was actually wondering if you wanted to stay here? Just for a bit. So that way I could check on you to make sure you're healing well and you can save your money while you look for something permanent,  if you're going to be staying here."

She waited for your reply, obviously anxious. You were conflicted. While you relished the foreign feeling of kindness and affection, Diane was a stranger. She had hit you with her car. Your foster sister didn't know where you were. You were not supposed to be venerable or trust others.  But there was something in her eyes, something about the way she obviously wanted you to stay and be near her that shattered every instinct inside of you.

"Okay, that would be really nice," you squeaked, suddenly feeling the smallest you ever had.

Diane let out the breath she had been holding and it turned into a happy laugh. She smiled at you and you couldn't help but smile back. She was nice and you liked her attention and the way she seemed so concerned with you.

"Alright then, well I'll show you to your room," she said, finally leaving the door and walking you down the hallway, nearly pulling you with her.

You found yourself in a room that seemed like a modern day teenagers room. It felt strange but some people just decorated differently you supposed. Diane sighed and patted the bed.

"This is your room. Get comfortable and rest. I am gonna go get that medication and then start dinner so you can nap if you'd like until then."

She turned and walked to the hall but stopped in the doorway, turning her head to you.

"Oh and Y/N, I only have one rule."

"What is it?" you asked, sitting on a bed that you were certain was made from a cloud.

"Don't ever go in the basement."

And with that, Diane shut the door behind her, leaving you in the quiet of your new home.

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