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gelus-ugs · 9 months
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would you be able to do a one-shot about a saiki meeting a new transfer whos mind he cant read? maybe it pisses saiki off and he corners him like saiki cornered Toritsuka? (male reader btw)
Mind Blocker~ Saiki x Male! Reader
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The hallways of PK Academy buzzed with life, students crowding the hallways as they made their way to their classes. Saiki was no exception, his friends surrounding him as they blabbed on and on about god knows what.
As Saiki absentmindedly walked through the hallway, he was caught off guard when someone suddenly knocked into his shoulder.
“Oh- sorry! I didn’t mean to bump into you”
Saiki stared at the person with wide eyes. How had he not noticed his presence sooner? Surely he would’ve sensed his thoughts or something - especially since he’s an unfamiliar presence.
“Huh? I’ve never seen you around before. Are you new?”
Kaido questioned, pausing his conversation with Nendou to start a new one with the unfamiliar person. The male nodded,
“I am. I’m looking for class 3 of the second year”
Kaido looked back at his friends,
“Hey, that’s our class!”
Nendou walked to the new student’s side, swinging an arm around his shoulder,
“We gotcha, buddy! Just follow us!”
The male was dragged through the hallway by his new classmates, meeting and befriending them in the process. Little did he know that he had gained a certain pink haired male’s interest.
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With five minutes left until lunch, [Y/n] shifted uncomfortably in his seat. The male seated next to him hadn’t stopped blatantly staring at him since he entered the classroom.
His leg bouncing uncontrollably, [Y/n] eyed the clock, as if pleading for time to go faster. After what seemed like long, painful hours, the bell finally rang. As quickly as he could, [Y/n] packed his things and began to make his way to the calmest place he could think of: the school’s roof.
From experience with previous schools, no one even thought to eat on the roof. It was usually open, but left alone with nothing but a clear view of the sky and everything below.
[Y/n] stepped outside, taking a relieved breath as he closed the door behind him. Unfortunately, his peace didn’t last long as he found himself pinned against the wall, just beside the door he had came from.
[Y/n] found himself face-to-face with a certain pink haired male, his purple eyes glaring at him through the bright-green tint of his glasses.
“What are you?”
[Y/n] rolled his eyes,
“Oh, wow. I’m [Y/n], it’s a pleasure to meet you too. I’m doing great, thank you for-”
[Y/n] was cut off with a slam of his classmate’s fist against the wall, creating a dent in the concrete.
“I won’t ask you again. What are you?”
[Y/n] sighed,
“I’m assuming the reason you’re pissed off is because you can’t read my mind, and the reason for that is because of this”
The male held up his hand, revealing a dark ring around his finger.
“It’s made of Germanium, which stops people from reading my mind, and me from reading others’”
Within the blink of an eye, the male appeared in front of the door to the roof, smiling back at the stunned pink haired male.
“Nice to meet you, Saiki”
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zoandreez · 8 months
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hiding in plain sight . (prologue)
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pairing: ao'nung x omaticayan!reader
summary: your mother worked alongside miles quartitch in the sky people battle. as a dreamwalker, similar to grace, she got pregnant (occurrence unknown.) after miles' death, the sky people retreated. you grew up alone on pandora, afraid of what was outside of your make-shift sanctuary, until one day you go hunting and bump into some of the sullys.
word count: 1.3k
warnings: like 2 seconds of angst
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as you frantically scrambled around your hut of trees and leaves, a ripped (and mostly fluff-less) pillow, and organization of old blankets you found from the abandoned pods, the day you had been dreading for a few weeks had finally came.
you were out of food.
of course, for any na'vi this is no big deal, all they have to do is go hunting. however, in your case it isn't exactly that easy. the other omaticayan do not know you exist. your mother, jasmine brooks, worked for miles quartitch, who (you quickly learned) wasn't the best person to know on pandora. during the sky people war, your mother as a dream walker was concieved. although the answers to how are still unknown, you were born with five fingers, five toes, and eyebrows, resembling human features more than na'vi. the sky people had no time to react, and with no clue how to deal with you, abandoned you.
luckily, you were just about 3 years old when they abandoned you and understood the basics of life-- walking, peeling fruits and such. you had to train yourself to hunt, to make your own loincloths, and other necessities. you never went hunting much, in fear you would be discovered. so, once every three months, you would wait until night to hunt until the sun rose, to have enough food for the next few months.
the last cycle was five months ago, thank eywa for that. however, you knew you were too lucky, as your next hunting spree would need to begin today. in the morning. you had no food for the rest of the day, and you didn't want to hold out, you were skinny and rationed enough. you grabbed your bow and your arrows and carefully snuck out of your hut, beginning your day-long hunt.
about an hour has passed, and it seemed to be going great so far. you had quite a bit of spartan and yovo fruits to get you through for a week, and you decided you'd get your months worth stash next week. on your way back, you had begun to dig into a yovo fruit, one of the smaller ones, when suddenly you heard murmurs.
"tuk, keep up!" you heard a boy shout.
your ears tilted up as you turned your head in the direction of the noise. you said nothing as you backed away, afraid running would bring too much attention your way.
"bro, why'd you bring her anyway?" you heard another boy say, a hint of annoyance in his voice.
something about the scene, instead of scaring you, enticed you. you inched closer to the voices, finally stopping behind a tree. you peeked between two branches like a window as you stared at the 4. it was a na'vi boy, braids pulled back into a ponytail, leading the group. quickly following behind was a na'vi girl, younger than the rest, swaying her tail as she leapt across the log following him. a taller girl, strolled behind casually, as the human boy caught your attention, with a breathing mask on.
"she's such a crybaby." the na'vi boy huffed, and the steps on the grass you once heard stopped. "she's all, 'i'm telling! you're not supposed to go to the battlefield. i'll tell mom if you don't let me come.'"
the youngest one, most likely who tuk is, stuck her tongue out at the na'vi boy. you smiled at her remark. the older girl blurted out a quick "don't pick at her," looking at him with disapproval.
they continued on their path, and you quickly ran to drop your fruit off and follow them. it looked like they were heading to the pods, and miles' old suit. you passed by thousands of times, breathing in your mothers old mask or sitting in her pod (unfortunately someone seven, eight feet tall cant lay in a five foot pod.) you followed the familiar path as the four began to speak again.
"come on," na'vi boy spoke again. as he climbed up to the crashed ships, the three of the other companions followed.
"oh, sick." the human boy called. you began to walk further out, uninterested in the chance of "any dead bodies up there," that tuk claims to want to see. you followed the older na'vi girl, as she walked further into the nature. she brushed her fingertips against the branches and lifted her arms to twirl with the leaves, before eventually laying down in the grass. you stepped closer to her, before freezing. you saw the many atokirina that flew ahead of you, and calmly circled themselves onto the girl.
you stared in awe as she lay asleep, the spirit seeds of eywa sitting on her, before they buzzed away. it was like she just got blessed? you had no clue what happened, and reached out to one of the atokirina to graze it-
"hey!" your head whipped up to the human boy. you quickly took off, brushing past him. "what were you doing? get back here!" he shouted, dashing after you before he shouted.
"lo'ak! tackle that girl, i think she hurt kiri!" you looked around, for any signs of lo'ak, the now name-assigned na'vi boy. after not seeing him, you took off for safety before you were pinned down by lo'ak.
"who are you?" he blurted out.
"get off me!" you protested, twisting and turning as you reached for your knife.
he quickly stopped you, but froze when he grabbed your hand. slowly, he put his hand up to yours. it took you a minute to realize what he was doing, until you looked. your hands matched up perfectly, but that isn't supposed to happen unless..
"are you a dreamwalker?" you both asked, and looked at each other in shock. "what do you mean are you a dreamwalker? stop copying me. why are you saying everything i say? stop it!"
the human boy interjected. "wait, what are you guys talking about, 'dreamwalker?'"
"she has five fingers."
the boy turned to look at you, before walking up and looking at her hands. "so, what- do we take her to dad?" "no way, he'll kill us if he knew we came this far."
"he'll kill us if we don't tell him the sky people are back."
you watched the two argue for a moment, before lo'ak finally sighed and gave in. he looked back at you. "sorry dreamwalker, gotta turn you in to big boss." he said before tapping his neck, as you caught sight of the little mic he had.
"but i'm not a dreamwalker."
the boys both froze and looked at you. "so, what are you?" the human boy said.
"well, my mother was. i'm just.. a freak." you said, wiggling your pinky.
lo'ak hesitated for a bit, looking at you. he had no clue whether to believe you or not. he grew up thinking he was a freak for his fifth finger, his eyebrows, his demon blood. now, this girl that laid before him could be like him. or, she could be what he's sworn to not. a sky person. a demon. he pressed his mic.
"devil dog, devil dog this is eagle eye, over." he spoke.
after a moment, they heard static and then a male voice spoke. "eagle eye, send your traffic." the male said. you stared off into the distance.
"we found this girl, she looks like an avatar, but she says shes not a dreamwalker. she has five fingers though, and we've never seen her before." you had begun to wriggle under his grasp, not wanting to be caught. "let me go!" you protested.
"where are you?" the male on the other line said. lo'ak looked at the now returned human boy, with kiri, and hesitated before answering. kiri mouthed a snarky remark to lo'ak that you couldn't hear, but it made lo'ak wince.
"oh. we're.. we're um.. attheoldshack." he said quickly.
"who's we? who's with you?"
"me, kiri, spider... tuk."
you heard a faint gasp in the speaker on his neck, and looked over at tuk as she said to kiri, "is dad coming for us?"
"dad's coming for lo'ak's ass, definitely." lo'ak hit kiri on the shoulder, as he continued to lean on you with his knee on your back, one hand pinning your wrists together.
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this just acts as a prologue for a series i have coming, i figured i should get practice writing in!
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fiveloml · 2 years
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the umbrella academy x reader. “ i could never stay mad at you. “ [ gender neutral reader. ]
─ ✧ tua characters after / during an argument and want to apologize.
─ ✧ first fic !!! hoping it doesnt flop to hell :'o hi everyone im froyo and im obsessed with tua!! i also use they/them for klaus :]
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@ ─ luther hargreeves ☂︎ number 1.
LUTHER quietly knocks on your door, hearing your voice say “ come in “ is his sign to walk in with an assortment of your favorite snacks. he had a weak smile that disappeared once he noticed the tears in your eyes after the argument, he places the snacks on a nearby table and slowly sits next to you on the bed to see if you'd move away. you didn't.
so he went with a long apology, explaining how he was wrong and that he was sorry that he hurt you. after it, he gave you a gentle kiss on your knuckles and hoped you forgave him. “ you're so sweet “
@ ─ diego hargreeves ☂︎ number 2.
DIEGO is a honest man, he wont lie to himself but he felt such a strong urge to prove that he was right in the argument. not realizing he began to hurt you in the process, and the second he realized ─ he stopped.
he notices the tears in your eyes when you looked away, balling your fists as you figured it was useless to argue. you turned your heel and before you could walk away, a gentle hand grabbed your wrist as you looked at diego. his face filled with regret. “ wait─ i want to apologize. “
@ ─ allison hargreeves ☂︎ number 3.
“ i heard a rumor that you- “ ALLISON covered her mouth in realization, watching your expression turn into one of betrayal. “ you promised not to rumor me. “ you sniffed, but allison was the one to run out the room.
once she was back into her room, she felt sick to her stomach. you were the one good thing allison has ever had in.. forever, so to betray your trust in that way had guilt piling up like no other.
after a few hours, allison had approached you while you rested on the couch of the living room. “ i can't get you to forgive me overnight.. but i can try to make things right to help fix us. “
@ ─ klaus hargreeves ☂︎ number 4.
KLAUS drowned out your arguing by covering their ears, muttering nonsense as you tried to get your point across. “ klaus please just listen─ “ you tried to reason, but they only pressed their hands against their ears even more. “ i'm only worried about you! why dont you understand that?! “ you snapped, tears in your eyes as klaus suddenly froze up in shock.
“ you.. are worried? “ they said softly, putting their hand on your cheek as you nod in their touch. “ i'm sorry.. so sorry. i didn't want to make you worry for me. “ klaus whispered, pressing their forehead against yours with a cheeky smile.
@ ─ five hargreeves ☂︎ number 5.
FIVE was a.. difficult man to get to know well. he avoided things that were too touchy or that involved attachment, so when you came into his life ─ it was hard to adjust to such things he avoided his entire life.
so this lead to arguments, mostly one sided on five's end since he was simply worried. “ what were you doing out there?! you could've seriously gotten hurt. “ he said worridly with a tint of frustration. “ i'm not weak, just cause i'm not like your superhero family doesn't mean i cant defend myself. “ you crossed your arms, but he grabbed you by the sides of your arms and looked straight into your eyes. “ exactly, you aren't like us! “ his face changed once he realized what that could be interpreted as.
you wanted to walk away but five's grip on you kept you in place, he rested his head on your shoulder and said nothing else. he was showing that he was vulnerable and could only show this side to you. five was bad at the whole relationship gig.. but you knew he was trying his best for you. “ i know you worry, but i can handle myself. okay? “ you sigh, patting his back as you pulled him into a hug. “ okay. “
@ ─ ben hargreeves ☂︎ number 6. [ if he were alive ]
it was less an argument, but you can tell the atmosphere was tense after the mission today. BEN was supposed to be scolded by reginald, but instead you took the blame for his mess up. “ i got in the way by being there, i distracted ben. “ you lied to the father of the hargreeves.
“ you're forbidden to see my children, especially ben. leave. “
and so the two have you started meeting in secret, however did not bring up the reason why you were doing this in the first place. causing an aura of silence whenever you two met up. “ why'd you have to take the blame, i could've handled it. “ ben murmurs, leaning on your shoulder as you smile down at him. “ but you dont want to get scolded, right? “ and your theory was confirmed when he didn't answer, but his hand squeezed yours. “ i'm sorry.. i just cant bare to see reginald do that to you. “ ben sighs as you plant a kiss on his forehead.
@ ─ viktor hargreeves ☂︎ number 7.
VIKTOR always distanced himself out of fear he'd get used, especially after what happened with leonard when he was younger. you always reassured him that you have nothing but love for the boy and he knows that you do, but his fears get the best of him at times. “ you aren't safe with me! “ viktor yells, but you only look at him sorrowfully, people have hurt him so much and gets treated like hes nothing.
“ vik.. “ you murmur, walking towards him slowly as he continued to mutter to himself while sobbing. you gently wrap your arms around him, leaning into his chest as you listen to his heart beat quickly, his breathing stabilizing as he began to relax in your touch. “ i'm sorry.. i'm so sorry, i didn't want to snap at you.. “
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gtgbabie0 · 1 year
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✧Late nights and early mornings✧
{Leon returns home at ungodly hours of the morning to his family}
{any mistakes pretend they’re not there}
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‧₊˚✩彡 Leon has never been a fan of traffic, he hates it in fact he finds himself getting more bored as the minutes turn to hours, he flicks through the different radio stations as he glances at the small Polaroid picture he had wedged in his rearview mirror.
It was of you and your two children, your smile was so big, you were radiant, as you held your children close to you, they were both covered in chocolate ice cream it was their first time trying it although Leon was certain they didn’t actually eat any of it more like painted themselves with it, he wanted to save the moment as he grabbed the Polaroid camera but you just couldn’t stop laughing at the mess of your children.
Leon smiled at the photo as the traffic started to move, he couldn’t wait to get home to his family, so he’ll endure the terrible four am traffic for the time being.
It was now half five and Leon had finally arrived home, the lights were all off except for the slight dim yellow glow of his son's room, that would be the night light Leon had brought after Charlie had a terrible nightmare, he remembered that night he woke up to the sound of him screaming, crying out. Leon swore his heart stopped for a second, he remembered how you had to comfort him after Charlie had fallen back asleep in your shared bed.
Once he opened the front door he breathed in deeply if comfort had a smell it would be this, his home, he finally felt at peace as he walked upstairs.
he gently opened Charlie’s bedroom door, Leon smiled widely as he watched his son sleep with a teddy bear snuggled up in his arms, he leans down giving him a gentle kiss on the forehead careful not to wake the sleeping boy up before walking out of the room and into Leilani’s bedroom.
she was cuddled up with Leon’s jumper, you claimed that she slept better with it, especially nights when Leon wasn’t home, and he couldn’t believe she would be turning one in just a week's time, he gently kissed her forehead pushing her hair behind her ears smiling at just how much she looked like you, I’m so lucky Leon thought as he made his way to his shared bedroom.
He tried to be as quiet as possible to not wake you from your sleep, but you still woke up, you would call it your ‘Parent senses’ “Leon?” You called out as he closed the door behind him, you went to get up from the warm bed to greet him, “No no, you stay there I’ll be just a second sweetheart don’t get up” he whispered smiling at you as you sleepily laid back down, he quickly got showered returning to you in only grey Joggers and damp hair.
“You still awake baby?” He asked climbing into bed and snuggling up next to you, “No I’m very awake agent Kennedy” you smirked as your nimble fingers traced his toned stomach, “Oh really?” He teased kissing your neck gently as your hands threaded through his damp hair, he was tired you could tell by the slight glaze in his eyes, and the fact that you were being crushed by his entire body weight, not that you were complaining you enjoyed the closeness.
“Missed you, so much” he mumbled against your skin lips grazing your skin as he buried his face further into your neck, “Mm missed you two my love, the kids did too, they’ll be so excited tomorrow when they wake up” you softly whispered as your hand rubs up against his back, “Cant wait” he smiled, it was true he couldn’t wait to see their little faces in the morning to spend breakfast with you and his two mini troublemakers, he thought about all the things he could do with his four months off and soon enough his eyes fluttered closed as sleep took over his body.
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☾⋆AN/ I’m so very extremely in love with the idea of family man Leon, I’ve got so many ideas written in my notes app :)
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conan-hearts-u · 2 months
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Snow date !
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Summary:Reader x Nahoya (Smiley) fluff, playing in the snow,nahoya gets sick
c/w: Swearing, a bit sugesstive, Reader and Nahoya are married
w/c:570+
A/n: kinda worked hard on this so hope yall like this <3<3 (also its not proof read. might also make a part 2 of this
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"Ughh Im so obsessed with your hair Nahoya!!" You played with his hair while he had his head on your lap.
"If you are so obsessed with it wouldnt you like babies with the same hair?" He said looking at you with a dumb smile on his face
"Shut the fuck up!" you shouted pushing him off you and trying to hide your flustered face
"Ok ok i was only joking"he gets up and looks outside the window "Look Y/n!" he pointed towards the window "its not snowing anymore lets go outside"
"No its too cold" You complained while taking out your phone to check the tempeture "Its minus twenty five Celcius outside" you showed your phone to him
"I have been outside in way worse tempetures, c'mon dont be like that lets have fun" He started pulling you by your arm trying to get you of your bed
"Nooo i get cold easily " You whine not moving from your bed
"I'll keep you warm, I promise"
"Whatever" You get up from the bed and started getting dressed in warm clothes
"Nahoya you should actually wear warm clothes i dont want you to get sick"
"Oh so now you care about me?" He chuckled " No need to worry your pretty head over small things like these i wont get sick"
"If you say so" You roll your eyes at him but you cant stop yourself for smilling at his stupidity
When you go outside you feek like you are going to freeze to death. The only thing you could think about is how is he not cold?
"Nahoyaaa! lets make a snow man together" You suggested as you kneeled down and started making a snow ball
"Sure why not " he responded as he sat down next to you in the snow and made a snow ball "Hey y/n!"
Hm?" you turn towards him and he throws a snow ball right at you " WHAT THE FUCK" you scream trying to get the snow of your face
He just looks at you, smiles and starts running away. You started running after him throwing snow balls at him.This goes on for almost and hour just both of you running around and throwing snowballs at eachother untill you both got tired and just layed down in the snow for a bit
"Im cold." he said and started coughing
"Omg what Nahoya love i warned you and all you said was `i wont get sick and now look at yourself like some sick baby" you scolded him as you helped him get up from the snow
"Atleast now you have to take care of me" he stuck out his tongue "im your sick patient"
"Shut up, you are the most annoying person ever when you are sick " Both of you went inside "and you are also most annoying perosn while you are healthy, i guess you are just an annoying person in general " you shrug
"thats mean." he gives you a fake frown and started fake crying
"You are so immature, i cant belive Im married to a teen boy in a adult mans body." you roll your eyes at him and give him a kiss on the cheek
"well you are hopelessly in love with me and that will never change" he pulled you in close and whispered in your ear "So, about what i said earlier~ "
"NO NAHOYA"
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Made with love by Conan <3
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pandorascripts · 11 months
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Scars
note: I literally had the strongest urge after seeing a drawing from Harleen (the comic books, go read it), and got a wave of inspiration.
warnings: talk of abuse, talk of Stockholm syndrome, self-consciousness, angst w a happish open ending, Harley being sad :(.
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Beyond Harley’s pale complexion and her natural beauty, there are scars. Metaphorical and psychical ones. Ones that she covers with makeup everyday, hiding them from herself and the world. It took awhile for Harley to finally stop covering them, years after her break up with the Joker. And even then it was only when she was home. 
It wasn’t until she opened herself up to friends, and most importantly her girlfriend, that she could handle thinking about them. Harley cant count how many scars run across her back, the few on her face are obnoxious and loud, covering what used the be the favorite parts of herself. There’s two crossing on her nose, one running down her cheek, another slotted just next to the corner of her right eye. 
Lord knows the amount of bullet scars she has on her sides or her arms, probably hundreds. The Joker wasn’t much for safety over sexy. It didn’t matter how many times she flatlined due to an injury, he never gave her anything bulletproof. He said it made her more fun; that the risk of breaking his toy made it more valuable. 
Harley can remember how battered and bruised she was when she finally escaped his clutches— not that she even wanted to. He had tossed her out and told her not to come back, his goons shoving her back on the pavement time after time when she tried to enter the warehouse again. After a day she finally dragged her feet across Gotham, not even sure where she was going. 
Thank God Pamela decided to sweep out her old base, because otherwise she wouldn’t have been able to save Harley. Harley probably would crawled back to him and gotten herself shot. Pamela thinks about that day a lot, the day she finally realized just how deep Harley’s Stockholm syndrome went. They even ended up fighting at one point, Harley saying he had cooled down now, that it was safe to go back. 
Pamela cried for hours after that, Harley should’ve always felt safe around him. Harley never did though, she said it was apart of the game, that she was meant to be kept on her toes. It took five years for Pamela to help Harley realize that, that’s not what a relationship is. Of course she can’t take all the credit, after two years of healing and processing Harley found a girlfriend. You.
You were sweet to her, an abrupt change of pace from the Joker. It took Harley awhile to get used to it. You remember that stage of your relationship the most. Harley was jumpy and afraid, she didn’t dare to look at another woman when she was with you, and at one point asked you straight-up if you wanted to her stop talking to Pamela and Selena. You were completely baffled and told her no, that it wasn’t required and that you loved the both of them. 
For the first time in ages, Harley wasn’t walking on egg-shells. She felt safe, and comfortable around a romantic partner. After three years free, Harley was okay when other women hit on her, she could give them a simple no, hold your hand up and smile. It wasn’t like she’d have to practically fuck you in front of someone to prove who she belonged to, or that you’d get jealous. You said that if you saw her sitting next to someone, you’d ask her out too. You told her you couldn’t blame human nature, and you certainly wouldn’t punish her for other people’s actions. 
That one made Harley’s head spin. She didn’t understand how you wouldn’tpunish her, it was weird. Harley felt like she had no consequences, that she could do whatever she wanted. Of course you told her that she can’t, that you would be heartbroken if she did take an offer from another person, but you wouldn’t hurt her for it. You told her that you don’t have any right over her, the only person who gets to dictate and chose what she does is herself. 
Harley still doesn’t like her scars, there are nights where she throws blankets over the mirrors so she doesn’t run the risk of looking at them. There are days where she thinks she’s ready to go outside, scars on full display, only to run back in the house sobbing. It’s been five years and Harley cant get past them, but she knows eventually she can. Especially when you hold her tight and kiss every scar she has, or when you trace them, tell her that her scars are proof of survival. That they only add to her strength and determination. 
And as Harley takes off a blanket from the mirror, tracing her scars across her chest and shoulders, she understands. She understands that in time, her scars will fuel her success, that her scars will be fully closed and she will cease to care about them. 
Harley smiles at thought.
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soccer-love · 1 year
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Vilja the wing-woman
Tuva Hansen x reader 
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I guess Tuva and I would have never met, if Vilja hadn't been. 
The brown Cockapoo dog, moved with Tuva to Munich in the winter of 2022 and while they where exploring their new neighborhood, I was walking home from work. 
She was throwing Vilja’s toy and it accidentally landed right between my feet.
But the small dog didn't walk back to her owner, she picked up the toy and looked up at me. 
“Hey, little one.” I say and kneel down. 
“Vilja?” I hear someone shouting and look up, meeting her blue eyes. 
“Bad girl.” The women says as she notices that Vilja had laid down on my shoe. 
“No, she’s really cute actually.” I say and she smiles. 
“I’m sorry, normally she is not that...clingy.” 
“No really, it's okay, I could never be mad at someone this sweet.” I answer and softly pet Vilja between her ears. 
She makes a sound, that sounds like she agrees with me. 
I get up and cant help but think, that I never saw someone as beautiful as her. 
“I’m sorry but I have to go home, still need to do some work.” I say and Vilja pushes her head against my leg. 
“I live that way.” I add and nod towards the street behind her. 
“Me too, would it be okay for you if we walk back with you?” she asks and I nod, smiling at her. 
“I’m Y/N, by the way.” I say as we start walking. 
“Tuva and this is Vilja.” 
“Nice to meet you two.” I answer and look down at Vilja who is walking between us. 
After around five minutes and doing some small talk, we stop at my apartment building 
“That's where I live.”, I say and Tuva nods. 
“We actually live over there.” she says and points at the building, right across the street. 
“Really, I never seen you two before.” 
“We moved her only three weeks ago, for my work” she explains. 
“Wow, you must really love your job then.” I say, I could never move for my job to a city, where I know nobody.  
“Yes and I really like it here so it's not to bad I guess.” 
I go down on my knees and softly pet Vilja behind her ears, before getting up and smiling at Tuva. 
“It was really nice to meet you two and thanks for walking me home.” I say and she smiles back at me. 
“It was really nice to meet you too.” I say, pulling my key out of my pocket and unlocking the door. 
I turn back and watch Tuva walk across the street and unlock the door to her own house, I cant help but smile at my self as I walk upstairs and into my apartment. 
In the next days and weeks, I meet Tuva more often. 
Mostly when one of us I coming back from work or she went on walks with Vilja and sometimes I went with them and we went and grab some Coffee. 
And we talked a lot. 
She told me that she's from Norway and moved here to get her dream job as a pro soccer player for FC Bayern, and since her family still lives in Norway she is happy that she has Vilja with her. 
And to be honest I really really like her. 
Probably more than I should. 
This weekend she went to Norway to visit her Family and I offered to look after Vilja. 
Its Sunday evening and we are laying on the couch together, watching some movie, Vilja laid her head on my tight, while I pet her behind her ears. 
“You miss you mom, don't you?” I ask and she pushes her head against my head. 
“I miss her too.” I say and look over to the clock on the wall. 
Tuva said that her flight lands at 8:30pm and that she need around one hour to get back from the airport. 
During the end of the movie I fall asleep and only get woken up by the sound of the doorbell. 
I get up and quickly open the door. 
“Tuva.” I say and smile at her. 
“Hello Y/N.” she answers and pulls me into her hug. 
I wrap my arms around her and hold onto her, she smells good, like cinnamon and a little bit like grass but mostly like herself. 
After we brake apart, I think her smile is a little bit bigger than before but maybe I’m just imagining things. 
“Vilja?” she calls out but I don't her the sound of her paws on the floor, something I really have gotten used to in the last days. 
“Come in.” I say and follow her into my small apartment. 
Vilja is still laying on the couch and doesn’t even bother to move as Tuva walks in. 
“I think someone likes it here, more than they should.” Tuva says, looking at me. 
“Its okay, did you eat something for dinner?” I ask and Tuva shakes her head. 
“I have some leftover pasta, if you want.” I offer while I’m already on my way into the kitchen. 
While I reheat the pasta, Tuva watches me and after a couple of minutes she walks up behind me and wraps her arms around me. 
“Thanks for watching over my little girl.” She says and rests her chin on my shoulder.
“Every time.” I say and lean against her. 
From the door we hear a loud woof and Tuva stumbles back. 
“Look who finally got up.” I say and grab the plate and a fork. 
Together we sit down at the small table and I watch her eat, while Vilja climbs on the chair between us. 
“How was your weekend?” I ask and watch her looking up at me. 
“Good, it was great to see my family again and Bryne is still one of my favorite places.” She explains and I nod. 
She tells me more about her weekend and after she finishes her dinner, I grab a bottle of wine and we move over to the couch.
“So you are telling me that everyone in your family is or was playing soccer.” I ask after she told me where she got her love for the game from. 
“Nah not everyone, only my siblings and my Dad.”
“Is it hard being the youngest child?” 
“Well I cant really tell you that, because I never knew it any different. I mean is it hard being an only child?” she asks back and I nod. 
“Yeah, I guess there is no answer to that question.” I say and she laughs. 
“Jesus, how can someone be so beautiful.” I ask myself and almost say it out loud. 
At some point I catch my self staring at her lips. 
“You know, I thought a lot about you, in the last days.” she says, her cheeks turning red. 
“Can I try something.” she adds and I nod. 
“Close your eyes, please.” 
I do as told and feel her coming closer. 
So close that I can feel her warmth. So close that I smell her sweet scent. So close that I feel her breath on my face. 
And after what feels like eternity, I feel her lips on mine. 
Softly. 
And slow. 
Like she's afraid to hurt me. 
After a couple of seconds she notices that I don't pull I way. 
I actually do the opposite. 
I kiss her back. 
And that gives her the confidence, to lay her hand on my cheek and to pull me closer. 
I wrap my arms around her shoulder and she softly pushes me back into the couch. 
“Wow.” is the only thing I can say after we brake apart, her basically laying on top of me. 
“And I thought about doing this.” she says and smiles, while I get lost in the beauty of her eyes. 
“I really like kissing you.” 
“I really like kissing you too.” she replies and I smile back. 
I feel something pushing against my shoulder and look to the side, seeing Vilja there, now that she got our attention she walks towards the door. 
“What? Now you wanna go.” Tuva says and rolls her eyes. 
“Hey.” I say and her attention shifts back at me. 
“If she hadn’t been, we wouldn't be her.” I remind her. 
Tuva nods while Vilja sits down and looks at us proudly. 
“Yeah, okay.” she says and gets up. “If the princess wants to go home, then I guess we go home.” 
I watch her grab her jacket and softly pet Vilja goodnight, before placing a soft kiss on her head. 
I’m really gonna miss her. 
“You know, if she gets a kiss, its only fair if I get one too.” Tuva says and I look up at her. 
I softly grab her by her waist and pull her closer, connection our lips. 
“Good night, Tuva.” I whisper, in the small space between us. 
“Good night, Y/N.” she answers and opens the door. 
I watch them walk down the stair before closing the door and running over to the window to watch them walk into there own house. 
At the door, Tuva turns back and spots me watching them. 
She blows me a kiss and I feel my cheeks burning red before she follows Vilja inside. 
“Damm I’m so in love with you.” I say to myself, knowing that I miss her already. 
But I know that I’m gonna see her again, soon. 
And I thank god for Vilja. 
I don't wanna imagine what happened, if Vilja hadn't been. 
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Water Coloured Tears | Jeon Jungkook
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five- mommy’s boy (0.8k words)
'TAEEEEE. YOU BETTER GET YOUR ARSE UP AND READY TO LEAVE IN THE NEXT 5 MINUTES OR I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL SMOTHER YOU WITH THAT MONSTOSITY OF A TEDDY YOU SPOON EVERY NIGHT.' A muffled groan is all I receive in response.
I grab a slider on my way to his room, and very gracefully dive right onto of his barely conscious form. I find far too much amusement in the screech he lets out, although I'm sure the rest of the building doesn't. 
'Jesus Christ are you trying to kill me? How does someone so small weigh so much?'
His complaints are met with the slider being flung at his head. 'We're gonna be late, sunshine.'
Groggily he rubs his sleep ridden eyes, 'Ughhh, how's it Monday already.' 
Snorting at him I stand up from his bed, 'Just hurry up will you? Wouldn't want you to miss out on the honour of a two hour lecture with my company.' 
'Okay, but doesn't laying in bed with me cuddling you all morning sound soooo much better?'  He's smirking at me now.
'Don't flatter yourself, anyway, both you and me know that you always end up as the little spoon.' 
Huffing he finally stands up, 'You're worse than my mother.' 
'What, does your mother spoon you too?'
'First of all, so what if she does, my mother loves me very much. Secondly, I meant your nagging.' 
'AWWWW someone's a mommy's boy.' I squish his puffy morning cheeks. ' And someone's got to be the responsible roommate, and that's certainly not you. You're basically an overgrown puppy.' 
'At least I'm cute. You're like a vicious black cat.' It's said as an insult but I beam at him.
'I love cats! Anyway, stop distracting me! I will dress you myself and drag you out of that door if I have to.'
'You know, if you wanted to get me naked you could just say that.' And there's that smirk again.
'Sorry to break it to you, but blondes aren't my type.' Ruffling his hair, I turn around to leave his room. 'Oh, and if you aren't ready in at least 3 minutes I'm leaving without you and telling the whole class you have explosive diarrhoea.'
I hear his chuckle from the hallway before he calls out, 'Yes, ma'am.'
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'Well that was excruciating.' The lecture has just ended and I'm 99.9% sure everyone feels like the life has been sucked out of them.
'I swear Mr Chen enjoys making his students miserable. There's no other reason why he'd do this.' Laughing at Tae's reply I ask if he's up for our usual Monday brunch. We both have a gap before our next lesson so it's become kind of a tradition.
I'm met with a guilty smile, 'About that..'
'Tae. Do not tell me you're bailing on our tradition.'
'I'm sorry, but my next period was cancelled and I sort of have this thing.'
'What thing?' My face defiantly resembles the sus emoji right now.
'A date? I think?' 
'You're ditching me for a date and weren't even gonna tell me? I'm wounded. What happened to bros before hoes?' Clutching my chest I act as if I'm physically in pain. 
'I swear she means nothing to be. You're still my one and only, sweety pie.' We gaze into each others eyes for what feels like an eternity, both with a serious expression painted on. He breaks first, bursting out into laughter but I follow not long after. The looks we get are humbling but whenever I'm with Tae I cant seem to care.
'Have fun on your date. You better tell me every detail when you get back tomorrow.'
'Hey, have some faith in me I don't always hook up with them on the first date.' Giving him a sceptical look, I shake my head.
'Goodbye, Taehyung. And for the love of God use protection. No one wants a mini Tae running around, you cause enough chaos as it is.' 
'At least I get some action, you're just sexually frustrated all the time.' 
I slap him on the arm before shooing him off.
Great, now I have an hour to kill before I have my art class. With no other than Jeon Jungkook. This project is going to be the death of me. I've went from having to see him twice a week, every Monday and Friday, to having to actually interact with him three times a week.
We decided that we should meet every Wednesday as well as the art classes, mostly to take the photos and discuss how were getting on. Then during the actual class we can focus on making the art. 
Luckily, I brought a book with me to fill up this hour.
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a/n: no jk in this one unfortunately however roommate tae content!
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Roy/Jamie prompt: The team are heading home on the bus from an away match when another driver swerves in front of them. Kenneth the bus driver does his best to keep the bus steady and as it wildly swerves, it's complete chaos with everyone holding on for dear life. Something heavy gets loose on the bus like a light or a shelf and it sails straight for Roy, only Jamie's suddenly there taking the blow, protecting Roy and getting knocked out cold while Roy and the others can only look on in horror. Roy cradles and carries an unconscious Jamie out of the bus and never leaves his side. He won't rest until Jamie is okay.
*me pointing a rake at you guys and poking* back!back! I say! stop it with this angst! (Kidding love you all and I absolutely loving writing requests)
They never saw the bar drop, just the sound of it hitting Jamie’s head.
Jamie who stepped in front of Roy, because he saw the bar coming.
Jamie who’s currently unconscious in Roy’s lap. Everyone starts yelling.
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They pull over into a hospital. Roy can’t fully carry Jamie because of his knee so Isaac picks his legs up. The ER is busy, of course it is, it’s a weekend. “Oi need a bed over here!”
Jamie is taken from Roy. He almost growls at the nurse but remembers the stories his sister has told him. They are just trying to do their jobs.
“You his emergency contact?” Roy thinks it’s probably Jamie’s mom or Keeley. “Uh no?”
“You aren’t Roy Kent? Damn really?”
Roy blinks. “No I am what do you mean emergency contact.”
The nurse blinks back. “It looks like you and his mum are emergency contacts? If you want to sit with him until he wakes up you can.”
Roy off towards the rooms. Isaac texted to say they are crashing at a nearby hotel.
Roy sits next to Jamie. He can admit he’s freaking out a bit. He takes Jamies hand and presses a kiss to it. What Jamie doesn’t know won’t hurt him.
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Five hours later Jamie wakes up. He blinks awake and his first two thoughts are that his head hurts and someone is holding his hand.
He rolls his head to see Roy. Oh.
Unexpected.
He hits the call button and then lightly taps Roy. “Roy wake up.”
Roy jerks awake. He looks at Jamie, “oh my god never do that again.”
Jamie lightly laughs. “Not planning on it. Sorry I scared you.”
Roy keeps holding his hand even as the nurse comes in and then through the doctor. They’re keeping him overnight just to be safe. They tell him his husband is welcome to stay. That makes Jamie blush
“Why am I your emergency contact.”
Jamie’s eyes go wide. He for a brief second considers pretending to pass out.
He doesn’t.
“Closest thing to family I have yeah? Mums far away and I don’t want to scare her just for it to be nothing. Anyways I trust you most. Anyways husband?
Roy squeezes Jamie’s hand. “Nurse made some kinda off assumptions. But next time you decide to list me as a contact let me know yeah?”
“Weird that she thought we were married.”
Roy shuffles his feet, “I could believe boyfriends or dating.”
Jamie blinks. He’s still a bit foggy but he knows what he just heard. “Did you just ask me on a date?”
Roy sighs. “Yeah. I cant lose you without telling you I like you. Christ this was a hell of a wake up call.”
Jamie sits up. He pulls Roy closer taking advantage of the fact the chair he’s sitting in has wheels. “Can you kiss me?”
They meet half way, it’s soft. Jamie melts into it. When they pull away Roy has a small smile on his face. “Wanna crawl into this shit bed with me and sleep?”
Roy smiles for real now. “With you? I’d do anything.”
The nurse finds them later and sees Roy’s phone sitting out. She takes a photo of Jamie curled on top of Roy who looks extremely peaceful.
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eheheheh
I am normal about fnc defenetly
The waves crashed, fighting the ship as it sailed across the sea. rocking it from side to side like a lullaby. It was a cloudless night, nothing but the moon and the endless stars.
Chip and gillion were at the figure head of the ship, The where argueing on how long Chip's night shift should be, and chips protest of
"i could stay up just a little longer.
"and how it would always end up with chip "resting his eyes" with his hat badly hiding that he was sleeping.
It was late not the "early" late but the late to where a-couple-more-hours-would-mean-"early-late", to where time moves slower and the rocking of the boat makes it oh so much more tempting to close your eyes and drift into a deep, sleep.
but it was bright as day For Gillion Tidestrider, for he was holding the sun in his hands.
Chip, had fallen asleep on gills lap, unintentionally....probably.
Hat slightly tilted and resting on his nose. breathing in and out rhythmically with the rocking the ship.
Gill looked down on his lap and tried to stop himself from falling for him. With Chip beautifully illuminated my the moon herself
This was nice, but Nothing that he wasn't used to,
but gillion, obviously wanted more. he wanted to sing to him, everyday and morning, and noon, and night. And get lost in his big golden brown eyes that where sometimes an amber when they where glistening in the sun,
he wanted to hold his hands, keep them warm (not that they weren't warm enough already) and bury his face into the flames all along his chest,
He wanted to kiss every freckle scatterd like stars along his face , he wanted those sweet mornings and soft-as-silk hellos.
Something he never new he was starved of,
A hungry, gluttonous, selfish, desire. Something he never new he was starved of He wanted to compleatly indulge in him.
and it felt horrible and gave a bad feeling in his gut, like he ate somthing wrong
Gill was in love, and the only lie he's ever told was that he wasn't.
He loved everything about Chip (And how was chip so completely oblivious to it? The triton has no idea) But He didn't want to ruin what they already had.
gillion tidestrider makes alot of mistakes and "love" is one of them. He's supposed to be the tough, strong, emotionless soldier. the tank, the one who could always take a few more hits, but this heat, this, this love melts him like candle wax .
He managed stayed awake dipite the his better judgement mostly from thinking and the guilt.
Gillion decided to pick chip up and carry him back into his room. it wasnt verry hard chip was pretty light, and gillion was verry obviously strong.
But chip usually wasn't a peacefull sleeper, gillion would know, from the long talks into the late night. Chip pours his heart out after a couple of drinks. He knows of his many scars And the nightmares, the recalling of certain memories...but right now, he looked as peaceful as ever, blissfull even.
As gill layed down chip onto his respective cot chip cracked his eyes open
"Hello gillion what..what time is it"
he was yawning between his words. And gill's stomach swarmed with minows (or butterflys as the oversea would say) and the tritons face turned a hue bluer
"It's about five am chip, now you must get some rest now-"
"Nooo but I.. I said that I'd stay awake I cant let you win.."
He said with a sleep-deprived goofy smile Gillion smiled looking at the tired man. he was like a sleepy puppy.. so cute and... gill flinched at his own thoughts
chip fell asleep despite his protest, and gill woke jay to take the next shift.
The Fish-man would lay in the tub, restless and regretfull. this "love" was nothing but a distraction, somthing to get in the way of chips mission, a compleatly and utterly selfish wish.
Chip stayed awake for him: all he wanted was for gil to see his sister one last time before the balck sea, and he even risked having those goddanm nightmares again if it ment they would both have them. at the end of the day chip would drown the world for him.
And Gill wanted that. His inner consciousness wanted That devotion. and it gave this compleatly discerning feeling in the pit of his stomach. And its not a coincidence that: every little problem always it could always be trased back to him.
He was pathetic, and helpless.
And It would have been better if they would have just left him floating at sea.
He never felt more betrayed by himself or more of a burden, ever. this goes agenced everything he stands for.
But, what is the fish to do?
Sorry if thisnisnt wanted lol I see you like fnc and I can't help myself lol
Nah dude I love it when people dump snippets and tiny mini oneshots in my asks it sends me over the MOON
Speaking of which I LOVE all the metaphors in this oh em geeeeee :3 especially the one in the beginning comparing Chip the the sun it makes me so happy.
No idea if you want criticism but I like to offer constructive feedback for free anyway sO: your imagery is really nice, I think that comes with the metaphors. It has a very poetic feel and I think that’s what you were going for (and it’s v common in shorter stuff so it makes sense), but the pacing is a little strange. There were some moments that felt like a lot of time had passed without that being described (like how Chip went from talking to being asleep in the next paragraph). Also a big one is show don’t tell (that’s a generalized writing thing), so instead of saying “he was pathetic” you could describe how he feels pathetic. That sort of thing. But it’s very cute and I’m v glad you shared :>>>
That being said if anyone ever wants to dump little snippets and things in my asks GO for it. I’m always down to read stuff. Also I’m 200% down for giving constructive feedback to people (as you can see) so don’t hesitate to send me something and ask if there’s any way it could be improved if you aren’t happy w it :> also if you want me to beta a longer fic, totally send me a dm abt it :> I’d be more than happy as long as I have time lol
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Hiiii! Sorry to bother you but I was wondering if you could write something? So what I was thinking that the reader is a theater performer and that Star and Paul see her perform one night ( I was thinking as Juliet or Ophelia from Hamlet) and they both find her interesting and then they get David and the others to come and they all fall for her? I just really loved your performer reader headcannon and would love to see more! It's totally ok if you cant or don't want to, just thought id ask 💓❤️
Hi! Thanks for the wait - I've been thinking about this one for a long (like long) time, and I finally found a way to write it in a way that would work for me and would still be somewhat close to the premise you requested. That being said, I hope you like this! 💜
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"From the start!"
The group of late teens and early tweens sighed audibly, before moving back into position. The lights on the stage dimmed, then relit, and Jonah began to say his first line of that scene. He was good, Mel thought, as she saw him get into it. He continued, walking down the stage, saying line after line, declaring his characters love for hers. She sighed somewhat longingly as she stared down from her balcony, responding to his monologue with one of her own.
"Very good, very good! Now, Mel, next time a little less love and a little more fear of being found out, got it? Nice work people - let's take a break!"
Mel sighed, relieved that this was it for now. For five hours they had rehearsed almost every scene in their version of Romeo and Juliet, and she was exhausted. Most of the details stayed the same, except now it was more comparable to West End Story and less to the original source material. She walked down the stairs leading from the stage to the beach, grabbing a bottle of water along the way.
"Killing, isn't it?" Rachel asked with a tired smile, a she went to sit beside Mel.
"Don't even start. I'd much rather rehearse inside, despite the heat, than out here on the boardwalk for everyone to see."
"And to think Jonah likes it!"
Both girls stared out at the water, enjoying their break. It was Troy his idea to rehearse on the boardwalk stage, and as director he obviously decided. All day groups of people had stopped to watch, some with interest and some with some rude comments. It didn't make it easier to play the scenes, but Troy hadn't want to do anything about it.
It was slowly getting darker, and the lights on stage were no longer for show but a real necessity. "People, we will do scenes twelve till fifteen one more time, then we're done for today, alright?"
"I'm telling you, one of them is really good," Star looked at Paul as they arrived at the boardwalk. Star stepped away from David's bike, waiting until the others had parked theirs as well.
"Come on, in a community play? I don't believe you. I was in community theater, and believe me when I say it is not always a compliment when they say you're the best!"
"You can't act for shit," Marko chuckled, bumping into Paul.
"Exactly!"
"Come on, I promise you she's good."
Paul sighed, giving in. "Fine."
"Oh my God, look at that cutie over there," Rachel poked Mel in her side, pointing at two people still watching the rehearsal. One was a girl, dressed in a swirly purple skirt and a white top. The boy next to her wore white pants and a tailcoat with some chains, giving Mel the opinion he walked straight of the set of some music video.
"What the hell are people so hot doing here looking at us?"
"More like looking at you. I think you've got some fans!"
Mel couldnt help but blush, shaking her head as she realised she had to be on stage within a few lines. She went on in time, glad to have finally remembered the lines for scene fifteen, and really glad that Troy called an end to the rehearsal. As Mel gathered her stuff, the couple that had watched her walked up towards her.
"Hi," the girl said, smiling brightly, "I just wanted to say you're really good."
"Eh, thanks?!" Mel smiled shyly. "Thanks for watching. Rehearsals tend to be quite boring."
"Can't imagine you being boring," the guy grinned. "I'm Paul and this is Star."
Mel introduced herself, putting her bag on her shoulders. "If you want, I can give you some tickets to the show next week?"
"Really? I would love that!" Star said enthusiastically, "Are you serious? I mean-"
"Yeah, everyone is allowed to give away two tickets, and since I've got no one else -" Mel stopped, "sorry, that was bit depressing, wasn't it? Anyways, please take the tickets, I would love to see some familiar faces in the crowd."
With that she said goodbye, going home only to return to rehearsals the next afternoon. Most days after that went pretty much the same. Rehearsals, break, a second part of rehearsals and then meeting up with Paul and Star. She had even met the rest of their siblings, who all seemed interested in the play as well and promised her they'd be there. It was nice, Mel realised as she was getting ready for opening night, that she had people that came for her especially. As Troy made his final speech to the cast, telling them to have a great night and to break their legs, he went on to stage to introduce the play to the audience. Soon after the opening music started, and the night began.
During the scenes Mel played she couldn't help but forget the audience. Nothing on stage was fake anymore, everything was real. Jonah wasn't Jonah, he was Romeo her star-crossed lover. She wasn't Mel anymore, she was Juliet, hoping to escape her family with the man of her dreams. She was the girl who succeeded in a dreadful scheme, while her lover forgot it was fake. She was the survivor of the love-filled tragedy, while Romeo died, leaving her alone for eternity. She declared her love for him, declared how she could never love someone like him, before hugging his corpse, crying over her lost love. And then the curtain fell. Suddenly she was no longer Juliet, but Mel once again. She stood, next to her costars taking her bows, smiling at the audience. She didn't listen to Troy, as he told everyone that for the next to weeks the show would be played every night at the Elm Street Theatre, and that the cast deserved another round of applause. Mel had searched in the crowd, finding Star and Paul, and a little bit further in the back their siblings. She smiled at them, taking one last bow before walking off stage.
"Great job everyone!" Troy grinned. "Now, take of your costumes, and help clear out the stage. Everyone knows what they have to do, right? Let's get to it, people!"
"Mel!" Star ran at her, hugging her tightly, kissing her cheek. "You were so great! The boys loved you as well! Do you want to come over, when you're done? We'll have dinner and all of us can get to know each other a bit better."
"That sounds awfully nice, but I can't make it to late... Tomorrow afternoon I have to be at the theatre at one."
Star smiled, not saying anything. Mel smiled back, before running back on stage to help pack the decor. She and Ivar moved the huge tower away from the stage, while Rachel and Jonah were busy gathering the props. As Mel walked back on stage, she froze. People called her name, she looked up, and couldn't move. Within seconds she laid on the stage, a heavy piece of decor fell on her legs. She cried out, gasping in pain - why did this have to happen, especially today?
"How is she?" Paul asked in the hospital, as he stood outside Mel's room. Star had sat beside her for hours, eventually being taken home by David. Dwayne had gone to feed, and Marko had decided to make sure that she could return to play her character whenever she was allowed to get out of the hospital.
"Still asleep. The anaesthesia should wear off soon. She has multiple fractures in her left leg, but it should heal nicely."
"Thanks." Paul went to sit next to her, his eye falling on a book in her bag. Hamlet, he read the title. Without thinking he opened it, flipping to the first page and he began to read.
"Who's there?" Paul began in a low voice, only to continue in a higher one as Francisco responded. He continued like that, reading the play, voicing the characters, reading page after page, until he heard a weak laugh coming from Mel's direction.
"You really wanted to make the night memorable, hm?"
"It worked, right?"
"How are you feeling? Have you been awake long?"
"My leg is numb, but I guess I'm okay. And for a while. You've got a nice voice to listen to."
"Don't tell the others, or they beg me to read for them as well."
"They were here?"
"We all were. We consider you our friend. Why would we not be here?"
She smiled sadly. "I normally have no one. This, it's just unusual for me."
"Some of your costars came with when you arrived, but they had to leave quite quickly."
Mel nodded, looking up as the door opened and Marko and Dwayne walked in.
"When you're allowed to leave, you're welcome to play Juliet again."
"I- Troy agreed to that?? Thank you!" she sat up, ignoring her injury, and gave him a tight hug.
"I- how can I thank all of you?"
"Hang out with us." Dwayne answered, causing her to smile.
"Absolutely."
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New Beginnings
Summery: Y/n y/l/n is a new intern, she is excited to meet her compitition, and make some friends.
Characters: Meredith, Christina, Izzy, George, Alex, Chief, Baily.
Type: fluff, just doctor life and making friends.
Warnings: everything you would find in a hospital. No gender mentioned. No age is mentioned, assumed to be young. The reader has a famous father, known for his plastic surgery.
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Today is the day, the day i start to work in a real hospital. Part of me is nervous, part of me is so excited, i could pop like a ballon. I reach the hospital and park, i see a group of people walking towards the door. I follow them in and make my way to the OR, where the chief said to meet at. Once i make it i see the chief standing there, looking over everyone.
"Welcome to Seattle Grace Hospital." He says. "Im your chief, Dr. Webber." He says. I turn and see a girl who's a bit later then everyone else. Chief Webber goes on and on about how hard this is gonna be, and i can start to feel my insecurity setting in. I look around and people are glaring at others. I try to smile.
After Chief shows us around, he lets us eat and then go to the locker room. I see a man, whos name is George approach the girl that was late.
"M-my name is George O'mally a-and i uh... wanted to say hello" he says awkwardly. The girl snorts but smiles.
"Meredith Grey." She introduces herself. I pause.
"THE Meredith Grey? Daughter of Ellis Grey?" I ask, slightly stunned. Meredith looks a bit dejected but nods. I sorta feel bad. People must say that all the time and never talk about her. I know that feeling.
"Sorry, lovely to meet you. Im Y/n, Y/n Y/l/n." I smile and hold out my hand. Meredith smiles and takes it.
"I believe my mom worked with your father." She says. I nod.
"They did." I beam a bit. Another girl pops into the conversation.
"Its crazy how you two work together now, like your parents did." She says. She was blonde and quite beautiful. "Im Izzy Stevens." She smiles. I nod and so does meredith. Another guy tells us to shut up. I look at his tag and it says Alex Karev.
"Dont be so prissy Karev. It wont get you very far." I say, side eyeing him. A girl sits next to me and Meredith.
"I like you two already, your not annoying." She says. Her tag says Christina Yang. I smile and in walks a short black women.
"Alright. I need Grey, O'mally, Stevens, Y/l/n, Yang, and Karev." She shouts and everyone she called walks out. I can hear her mutter something along the lines of, "too many interns." We stop walking and she looks at all of us.
"Im Doctor Miranda Bailey. I have five rules. Memorize them. Rule number one: Don't bother sucking up. I hate you. That's not gonna change. Trauma protocol, phone list, pagers" she points to stuff on the counter. "nurses will page you. You will answer every page at a run. A run! That's rule number two. Your first shift starts now and lasts 48 hours. You're interns, grunts, nobodies, bottom of the surgical food chain. You run labs, write orders, work every second and night until you drop, and don't complain." She says as we keeo walking. "On-call rooms. Attendings hog them. Sleep when you can where you can, which brings me to rule number three. If I'm sleeping, don't wake me unless your patient is dying. Rule four: The dying patient better not be dead when I get there. Not only will you have killed someone, you woke me for no reason. We clear?" Everyone nods, but meredith raises her hand. "Yes?"
"You said five rules. That was only four." She says. Dr. Bailey sighs and looks at her pager.
"When i move, you move." She says and her pager beeps. We all rush with her.
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By the end of the day, i have been cursed at, given weird stares, thanked, and thrown up on. I make it back to the locker room and sit down. I cant help but smile. I hear 2 voices and Meredith and Christina walk in.
"Why are you smiling?" Christina asks snarkly.
"When i came here, i thought i would wanna leave. I thought everyone would be against me. But i suppose i can tolerate you guys." I smile and i can see Meredith smiling. Even christina has a smirk on her face.
"Your sappy." Christina says with an annoyed tone. I chuckle.
Yea, maybe this wont be so bad.
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floral-poisons · 2 years
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MY LIEGE HELP I RECENTLY WATCHED TANAKA KUN IS SO LISTLESS AND I CANT STOP BRAINROTTING ABT IT
its slice of life/comedy and lowkey kinda queercoded like i sense a smidge of pqr around here yk
anyway since req are open ! hope you dont kind if i request malleus, jade, rook and whoever else you want with an gn s/o thats really tired all the time ??
like s/o is so tired all the time they end up have to carry them to class all the time. (maybe a scenario where theres like a fire drill and the character lost their s/o in the building. they got lost bc theyre always carried all the time so they dont know where the emergency routes are AJSJDJD)
or maybe one time it rained and they were almost at their dorm and it was raining a lil, whatever no biggie, but then it started pouring and they were like "just a lil more. i can make it" and got sick the next dayAHEUDJF
headcanon or scenario up to you !!! i just want to embrace my new kin Tanaka he is such a weirdo and i love him so muchAUAJHWJDG
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KFDSMKGDM!! I AM A LIEGE NOW?! faints
i've never heard of this but i will put it on my neverending list of anime to watch!! i'm happy to provide this for you anon.
i also included riddle because why not?
MALLEUS DRACONIA
someone set the alchemy room on fire. again. this had to be like the fifth time this week (albeit it didn’t happen during the science club this time around). everyone evacuated the building and was waiting for the whole thing to be under control, which wouldn’t take long.
malleus had no trouble getting out. he was feeding his digital pet while waiting for the whole situation to blow over-
“malleus-sama, where’s (y/n)?” sebek asks. “usually they’re with you.”
malleus almost dropped his digital pet. “(Y/N)!!!” he exclaims, running back inside the building. it was rare to see malleus panic. he had accidentally left you in the building!
eventually he found you. you were wandering around, and it wasn’t far from the exit he entered through. he could only sigh in relief as he took your hand while you yawned. “you always come to my rescue~” you smile.
RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS
getting through assignments was tough when you were tired. all the time. but your boyfriend was riddle rosehearts so he was going to get you to finish your work one way or another.
“alright (y/n). there’s one more problem...” he wanted to cry seeing how many parts there were. that was literally half the alphabet! how did professor crewel expect them to do it? “we got this!”
“yeah! we got this!” you smiled.
it only took about five hours. you fell asleep. riddle decided to say “fuck it” and did the whole problem before adding the answers to a sheet. he’d let you use it when you woke up. although he was too tired to go back to his dorm and fell asleep on your carpet.
“hmm? are we done?” you yawned as you woke up. you looked back at riddle before picking him up and putting him in a guest room. he worked hard. he deserved to rest.
ROOK HUNT
“rook! rook!” you whined as you followed him in the hallway. you two were heading to class.
“yes trickster? what can i do for you?” he smiles.
“do you think we can dance today? i want to continue my lessons!” you pouted. you had asked rook to help you multiple times. though it seemed that most of the time ended with you falling asleep.
“ah okay. we’ll meet at the pomefiore ballroom for practice later. okay?” he smiled upon seeing your excited nod.
turns out today would be like those most times where you fell asleep on rook’s chest while you two were dancing. he kept you up. but he enjoyed the quiet atmosphere and being close to you. it was peaceful compared to the hectic environment of nrc.
JADE LEECH
“can’t i at least get out of bed!” you whine. you were trying to sit up but fell back down, feeling the intense fatigue take over your body again. you could feel how much your body wanted to sleep.
“no. look you can barely stand up.” he huffs. “you got sick from yesterday’s shower. and you must deal with the consequences.” jade helps you sit up and uses multiple pillows to prop you up.
“i was so close.” you pout.
“well it’s not so bad.” jade puts the tray of food on your lap. “i mean, i get to spend the day with you. and hopefully not get sick. i probably won’t. my immune system is impeccable, as azul would say.”
“well that means you’re the best boyfriend.” you yawned.
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ymsliwy · 2 years
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The Ghost Of You
Shinichiro x fem!reader
Summary: Reader visits shin´s grave.
Genre: Angst
Warnings: mentions of death
Notes: english is not my first language, so sorry for the grammar!!
I miss your touch some nights when I'm hollow
It´s been five years, and y/n had moved from town, trying to forget her live, that was haunted by her past with him. It wasn’t that she wanted to forget him. But it was hard to breath when everything reminded her of the love she had lost. Today was his birthday and she found herself back in the streets where he was racing on his bike with his friends. She remembered him taking her with him one night, when most of the people were sound asleep.
And if you can't be next to me. Your memory is ecstasy.
“Lets go”, he had said, standing there under her window. “I´ll buy you a milkshake”. She could see how tired he was. That day he had no time to meet her because he was to busy working at his bike shop. But he still came even at this late hour, and he looked up at her with his big dark eyes expectantly, how could she say no. So y/n came down, he gave her his helmet. She refused to take it saying he should wear it but he just smiled at her saying she shouldn’t worry, that the angels are on his side, that he cant die. Before she could complain he had kissed her and used her dazed state to slip the helmet on her head. She complained but he didn’t care, he took her hands and put them around his belly and looked back at her saying she should hold him tight. That night she felt like life would be eternal the moment seemed endless and it felt like time would stay still. She felt the cold wind on her body and the heat radiating from him. They were driving hours that night, and she hoped that this moment would never end.
I need more time, but time can't be borrowed
But it ended and so did their story. Shin died a week after. And she was left alone. That day when she received the horrific message a part of her died, and with that did her future. She knew she would never love someone as much and deep as she had loved him, she knew that she would never be that happy again. She felt like someone had buried her with him. Because that’s how she felt, six feet away from living her live.  
I'd leave it all behind if I could follow
Five years later and she still felt disconnected, time didn’t make it better, it just adjusts you to the pain. You learn to live with the hole in your chest, that’s the only thing time does when you lose what you love.
Since the love that you left is all that I get. I want you to know that
Today is his birthday, or was, but she doesn’t like talking about him in past tense, for her he is still by her side or rather inside her mind. Y/n walked down the familiar streets that ones held so many of her dreams, and stopped at a shop to buy cigarettes. She didn’t smoke, those were for him. After that she visited his grave. Pale grey stone with his initials on it and his bones buried six feet under. She sat herself in front of his grave. “Hey shin, its been a while, wasn’t it”. she smiled sadly. Look what I got you. She lit the cigarette and coughed when the smoke hit her lungs. She laid the cigarette down on his grave. “Happy birthday” she whispered. A tear slipped her eye. “You smoked all the time shin, and I hated that you did it, I hated the smell of it. but when I smell it now, I only smell you, its funny isn’t it how everything is linked with you, I sometimes even light a cigarette just to pretend that you are standing next to me. Its been five years now, but it never really felt like you left. I can still feel you. People are telling me to move on, you know. To let you go. But you know shin, I don’t want that. I mean they are somehow right, I guess. Thinking of you does make me sad but when I remember you, when I remember us, I am happy, I am happy that I had you. and I am sure that we will meet again. until then I have to be with the ghost of you.”
If I can't be close to you. I'll settle for the ghost of you
The cigarette went out and y/n´s face was full with tears but she was smiling. Smiling about the memories of him.
She laid the pack of cigarettes on his grave and went, promising to return next year. And so, she went not aware of his ghost following her every step.
 I miss you more than life
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A/N So suptober day 8, sober. I have no ideas so im just gonna start and see where we get.
Perhaps... weechesters?
Sam-13 dean-17
"Dean!" Sam shouted.
"What sammy? Whaddya want? Im busy." He slurred drunkenly looking up from his beer to sam with blurred vision.
"Are- are you drunk?" Sam asked shocked.
"Yeah sam. Why?" Dean asked too pissed to carr that he should act responsible in front of sammy. He had had another nightmare of that night again. You arent supposed to remeber things from when you are four its not fair. He had to dull the pain somehow and john left a pack of beer and a full bottle of scotch so he did what he raised to believe helped with emotional pain. He drank.
There was no denying that the alcohol had become a part of his life, a part of him. Frankly too big a part, worryingly so.
"What! Sam. What do you want?" He said tesrs building and welling at the banks of his eyelids, the alchohol hadnt helped him conceal his emotions or dull his pain, it just seemed to return the feel of the heat, the roar of the flame, the small weight of baby sammy in his arms, the emptyness inside him when john told him his mom wasnt coming back. It all washed his vision in floods, tsunamis of emotion and duress.
"Are you ok?" Sam asked softly in a little voice, too quiet to lie to.
"No." He whispered honestly letting his tears finally break the surface tension and roll down his face rapidly reaching his chin and hitting his shirt. Sam ran towards him prying the can of beer from his hand before wrapping his brother in a warm embrace. Dean just cried into his brother's shoulder holding tight as if afraid if he let go he would disappear.
"Im sorry sammy. Are you ok? What did you need?" Dean asked, an attmept to compose hismelf dramatically failing.
"Just... my brother back." Sam said smiling his own tears building up just shy of falling, before sam began clinging once more onto dean.
"I know sam. But im just not good enough. I cant be the brother you need. I wish i could." He sighed into Sam's hair, his chin resting on his little brothers shoulder.
"You already are dean. You- you just need to stop, stop the drinking and the hiding your feelings. Im here for you the same way you are for me. Just let me be here, please."
Dean waited silently for a while before agreeing, wanting the best for him. "Ok sammy. I'll be better for you."
"If thats the motivation you need then good." Sam smiled "but you have to stop drinking. Especially since you still arent old enough technically." Dean chuckled at the words of his law abiding brother.
"Ok sammy." He whispered. His grip on sammy was unrelenting, he must have held sammy for hours, just breathing him in and keeping him safe until sam went heavy in his arms and his breathing deepened and levelled.
"Come on then sammy." He whispered picking his baby brother up, just like all those years ago before gingerly laying him down on the bed and covering him neatly with the blanket.
He smiled at the sight of the young boy. 'Yeah.' He thought to himself 'I'lll do it for him'.
5 years later~~
"So, ummm... this is still weird. Sorry feelings arent really my deal but anyway here we are, my name is ted nu- sorry, my name is dean winchester. Ive been sober 5 years. For my little brother mostly but also for myself. Anyway yeah. Im proud, its five years yesterday. Which is fun i have been doing this for half a decade and i still dont know what to do for this personal speech thingy." He chuckled, as did the rest of the sobriety group. When came thre groups inevitable end, he walked out and saw sam sitting on the bench next to the door to the hall, book in his lap and eyebrows furrowed in concentration.
"Hey dean, how'd it go?" Sam asked suddenly looking up into dean's eyes. Dean saw the same little boy he had been seeing in sams place for years.
"Fine thanks. Come on sammy." He smiled.
A/N so, umm. Yeah here is... that, enjoy. Sobriety if you are addicted please get help, there is help out there for you if you need it. 🙏
Hope you had fun <3
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lukeevangelista · 2 years
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we need a part 3 of you're so full of shit !!
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“have you decided where you’re taking her?” shay asked as he watched his little brother pace around his room, clearly stressed over the girl he was fixing to take out in about 3 hours.
“no..” he trailed off, “i forgot honestly.”
“how the fuck do you forget that?”
“shay! we’ve been best friends since we were little. i’ll figure something out.”
“you better.” he scoffed, “because you don’t have much time left.”
“yeah. don’t remind me.” ryder groaned as he flopped on his older brothers bed, “what do i do shay?” he asked.
“whatever you decide, but bring flowers either way. you know that girl loves that.” he commented, knowing how every time one of the donovan’s gave you flowers, you were head over heels for it, “i vote you take her to the playground where you shoved her off the swing. i’ll even talk vanessa into helping you pack a cute little picnic.”
“that’s not a bad idea.” ryder nodded, “thank you!” he said as he grabbed shays forehead, pressing a kiss causing shay to gag.
“you just lost all rights to me helping you in the future.”
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“are we five again?” you laughed as you watched ryder pull up to the playground, his face falling as he watched you make fun of the idea, “oh my god. we’re five again.” you giggled even harder and you got out of his car, running to the playground. his lips turned up as he realized you didn’t hate the idea. he grabbed the small basket that vanessa had helped you with out of the trunk, you not knowing what he had planned.
“i’m a broke college kid.” he started, “but i have a picnic for us and other plans.” he said as he sat the basket next to the swing set, watching as you got higher and higher.
“you didn’t have to.” you replied as you finally came to a stop, “this has already been better than i expected.”
“wait really?”
“yeah. you’re bringing back old memories for us ry.” you softly spoke, as he walked over to you, settling himself between your legs as his hands held onto the chain that was holding the swing up, “i love it.”
“good.” he smirked as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head before taking a seat in the other swing, “i bet i can get higher than you!”
“oh you’re on!”
ryder had decided he was going to make a joke before you two left. you two had already eaten the lunch he brought, goofed around, and even shared a couple of kisses before he brought up the idea of leaving and going to the next spot.
“wait.” he started, “sit in the swing real quick.” he said as he set his phone on the slide and opened his camera app; he wanted to the capture a good moment.
“okay..” you looked at him confused, but listening to him.
“smile.” he replied as he watched the timer count down, a flash going off as he got a photo of the two of you, “but now, let’s do this.” he laughed as he lightly shoved you out of the swing.
“oh my god. we’re really five again.” you laughed as you rolled around in the mulch, your hand covering your stomach as giggles continued to escape your lips.
“c’mon.” he laughed as he helped you up, “we have two more stops to make.”
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“wait, are we-“
“yeah we are.” he grinned as he grabbed your hand across the console.
“i cant believe you remember how to even get up here.”
“i mean it’s hard to forget.” he laughed as he continued to drive, making twists and turns to get to his destination before sunset.
he pulled up to the edge of the parking lot as he threw his car into park. he got out, helping you out as well as he lowered the tailgate of his truck, placing the comforter down, throwing the pillows he had brought too back there.
“man you really planned it all out, didn’t you?” you grinned as he helped you up into the truck bed.
“shay helped, not gonna lie.” he grinned as he got comfortable, opening his arms for you to lay on his chest as you watched the sun set.
“i’m not shocked. you’ve never been good at planning things.” you joked as he looked offended.
“rude.” he laughed as he snuggled you closer, “so mean to me.”
a comfortable silence fell over the two of you as you watched the sun finally fall over the side of the mountain, the moon slowly taking its spot.
“it’s late. maybe we should go.” ryder said as a yawn fell out of him mouth, you nodding.
he had debated on taking you for ice cream, but with how late it was getting, he had other ideas but he was going to let you pick.
“so..” he started as he got into the truck, turning towards you, “you get to decide what we do. we can go and get ice cream.” he paused, “or we can go back to mine and cuddle.”
you raised your eyebrows at the handsome boy, him holding his hands up in surrender, “i promise just cuddles. no funny business.”
“i mean the ice cream does sound very tempting.. but i think i’ll go with the cuddles.” you blushed as he nodded, giving a small fist pump as he started the car.
“good. that’s what i was hoping you were going to say.“
it didn’t take too long for you two arrive back at ryders parents house, your parents already being there.
since you guys had came home for the break, your parents decided to spend time with their best friends all the time too.
“how was your date?” you mom grinned at you as she watched you to walk in, ryders arm thrown over your shoulder.
“it was… good.” you smiled back as you looked up at ryder, his eyes already on the side of your face.
“oh he’s so in love.” his mom whispered to yours, her agreeing.
you guys had made it up to his room, kicking off your shoes as you jumped onto his bed, him following moments later. your legs tangled together as you rested you head on his chest as he flicked through some movies on netflix.
he settled in some cheesy horror movie as he talked all the way through the movie, you responding with ‘hmm’ and ‘yeah’ until you finally dozed off; content with the entire situation around you.
“oh. you’re asleep.” he whispered as he flicked the movie off, snuggling into you even more.
he fell asleep moments later, but the door creaking woke up up, his eyes not opening.
“oh they’re totally in love.” you heard your mom whisper to his mom.
“is it okay is she stays over?” she asked, clearly not wanting to ‘wake’ the two of you up.
“yeah that’s fine.” she agreed, “just send her home in the morning. we’re going to her dads moms.”
“you got it.”
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the next morning confused you when you woke up, seeing a different room than your own. but you quickly realized where you were, seeing the sleeping boy next to you as a blush spread across your cheeks.
your rested your hand gently on his face, your thumb rubbing back and forth on his cheekbone, a soft smile covering your lips.
“hi.” you giggled as you watched him slowly open his eyes, a sleepy smile covering his lips.
“hi baby.” he whispered back, the raspiness coming out in his voice. you stopped moving your thumb causing him to let out a slight whine, “no don’t stop. it’s comforting.”
you continued your movements as you watched him relax into the palm of your hand, “i could get used to waking up like this.” he whispered.
“me too ry.” you agreed, “me too.”
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