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slytherinslut0 · 5 months

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jealousy. | slytherin boy headcanons

author’s note: im completely unhinged, as always. no surprise there. love me some angry snake men🥵 please enjoy.

-your boyfriend sees another guy flirting with you in the hall.

Draco Malfoy.

Sees you from down the hall as he’s walking with his friends.

“You know what, guys, I’ll catch up with you after.”

Would literally ditch his friends to make his way over, collecting himself as saunters up to you and mystery man.

Would instantly grab your ass, no hesitation, grip firm enough to bruise. When you gasp, caught off guard, he’d shift his arm up and around your shoulder, pulling you against him.

“What’re we talking about?” He’d sneer.

His voice would be laced with feign interest, smirking down at you with blaring eyes before shooting daggers at the boy.

He’d simply chuckle at you when you tell him nothing, just school stuff, leaning down to place a possessive kiss on your cheek as he grabbed your hand.

“Wonderful. let’s head to class, yeah?”

He’d pull you away from that dude, shooting him another look meant to kill, a silent warning not to fuck with him.

Finally gets you alone in an empty corridor or bathroom; would waste literally no time at all before pushing you against the wall and grabbing your neck/jaw.

“Who the fuck was that, hm?”, “he was practically eye-fucking you…give me five good reasons why i shouldn’t have him expelled or hexed into bloody Azkaban.”

He’d be furious, but he’d also know that you’d never choose some other guy over him, so he’d soften once he hears the innocence in your tone.

“You’re mine, princess,” he’d loosen his grip, kissing you softly. “Say it.”

Blaise Zabini.

Was listening to music while walking down the hall, instantly rips out his headphones the second he sees you laughing a little too hard with some dude he doesn’t know.

He doesn’t necessarily stop walking, but he’d definitely slow his pace, kind of just watching, not wanting to interfere but also not wanting to look creepy stalking you from a distance.

When the guy doesn’t leave, he’d tired of waiting, saying “fuck it”, before marching over naturally.

This man is so fucking cool calm and collected he’d just saunter right up and join in, making himself at home.

He’d practically take over the conversation because he’s literally just that chill in every situation, seamlessly fitting right in, so fucking charming and loved by everyone.

You’d kind of just end up staring at him, smiling in silent awe, knowing that this was his way of asserting his place, letting the guy know what the fuck was up.

After the dude leaves he’d just causally look at you, smirking that charming smirk, wetting his lips as he hooked an arm around your shoulder and pulled you close, leaning down for a kiss.

“Ain’t no one getting you without getting me too, babygirl.” He’d murmur against your lips. “let that be known, right now, forever, always.”

Lorenzo Berkshire.

Would literally stop everything. The second he’d see you laughing and smiling he’d be completely unable to focus on anything else and would completely zone out of any conversations with his friends.

Would get like super anxious and flustered pretty much immediately.

Wouldn’t want to intrude so he’d just kind of hang back, wait for you against the wall and try not to stare too much.

His adorable little cheeks would flush, and he’d know he seemed utterly ridiculous so he’d try to busy himself with his shoelace or something while he waits.

You’d quickly cut off the conversation and move over to him, instantly being able to tell that he’s overthinking.

He’d smile at you, though you could still see the concern on his features.

“Who was that guy, darling?”

You’d tell him he was just a friend from class, no one special at all, pulling him in for a hug and giving him a quick smoochie on the cheek.

“Don’t worry enz, no one could ever take your place.”

He’d blush, trying to play it off. “Sorry love, I know you’re my girl.”

You’d take his hand, squeezing him hard, never wanting him to doubt that for a second. “Only yours baby, forever.”

Mattheo Riddle.

“Who the fuck-“

Would literally whip his bag at Theo, hastily shoving through the crowded hallway with blazing eyes, tunnel visioned as he tried to figure out where the fuck this dude found the audacity.

You wouldn’t even have to turn around to know he’s there, you’d be able to literally feel the anger radiating off of him.

You’d already know exactly where this was heading, but you’d also know there was no attempting to stop him because it’s pointless. Everyone in the school knows that.

Matty does what Matty wants, and right now, he wants to fuck up this guys face for even thinking about flirting with you.

You’d simply look up at him, noting his tensed jaw and his dark eyes as he glances between you and the dude, before fixing back on you, wetting his lips before he says,

“Is this fucker bothering you?”

Unable to help it, you’d smirk, shaking your head as you calmly attempted to talk him down.

“No Matty, he just asked if he could borrow my study notes-“

He’d heard more than enough.

“Study notes? Yeah, I don’t fucking think so,”

Without giving the guy a chance to react, he’d reach for his collar, shoving his back against the wall, teeth barred and face contorted in a snarl as he’d hiss:

“Bother my fucking girlfriend again and the only study notes you’ll need are the ones on how to drink out of a fucking straw, understand?”

Not interested in the response, he’d shove the guy away, eyes softening instantly as he moved back over to you, thrusting a hand through your hair as he kissed you like it’d been a hundred years, right in the middle of the hall for everyone to see.

And judging by the intensity in his grip, you’d already know, later that night, he’d be extra fucking sure to ask you who the fuck you belong to while he’s fucking you.

When he finally pulled back, he’d smirk at you. “Some bloody nerve on that guy, huh?”

You’d just shake your head and laugh, taking his hand as the two of you headed for class.

Theodore Nott.

He’d spot you from down the hall, his eyes instantly narrowing, gaze darting around as though he was missing something, as though this was some sort of sick joke.

Surely, this dude is mentally unwell, right? There’s no fucking way that he’s-

Doesn’t bother to think about it for even another fucking second, instantly shoving through the crowd to make his way over.

Proceeds to wrap his arm around your waist, other hand finding your jaw and pulling your lips to his before you could even process it.

Would proceed to full-on make out with you in front of the dude, and I mean tongue and all, his grip on your jaw so tight you’d know exactly what he was trying to do.

His hand around your waist might even slip lower, grazing over your ass, and then that’s when you’d attempt to gather yourself and push him back, completely embarrassed.

He’d just shrug, smirking down at you before he’d finally acknowledge the guys’ presence with literally nothing more than a glare meant to kill.

“Move along,” he’d say to the guy while pulling you away, grip tighter than ever. “This one’s fucking taken.”

As soon as he got you alone he’d be damn sure to remind you that you’re his, and only his, making you beg and whine his name before he fucked you like you deserved the pain.

Tom Riddle.

“AVADA KEDA-“

Lowkey kidding but not really.

No one would even dare because that man would make it clear as fucking day what would happen if they tried.

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4byun · 2 years

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#the amount of stress i deal with every single day is honestly insane #cannot even sleep for a few mins without having a random panic attack #could barely function in uni today i just felt too overwhelmed #and running on no sleep once again #only for my profs to 1. not even bother looking at my project #and 2. telling me it’s bad and to repeat it for the 29838383th time #at least tell me what’s wrong with it so I know what to fix?? does this sound reasonable to you? its so unfair #if it weren’t for the fact that I want to graduate next year i wouldnt push myself to my limits every time #but i want to leave this house so bad #living with an abusive parent every single day drains me beyond reprieve #im tired of being anxious all the time and feeling unsafe in my own home and being unable to do work and focus on anything #im so so SO tired #then you go to uni and deal with professors who constantly undermine you without doing their JOBS to teach #i want to rest i want to sleep i want my appetite back im losing weight again #i want to cry but i cant evem find it in me to cry #i feel so burnt out #anyway i love tumblr tags i get to say all this without spamming anyone’s tl like twitter

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a-soft-hornytiny · 1 year

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Loved.

Summary: They don’t love me as much as I love them was what you thought while leaving for the better. And it was too late when they realized how important you are to them.

Word count: 1.5k+

Genre: Angst

Pairing: poly!ateez x neutral!reader

Warnings: neglect (be careful while reading) let me know if i missed something.

Notes: this is an anon request, thanks for requesting. It reminded me of the reaction i did to you distancing yourself hehe i rarely write angst and im not sure how happy i am with it but I hope it’s to your liking!

Part 2 is up!

Taglist: after the cut (let me know if you wanna be added)

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Where did it go wrong? You thought while frantically packing your things. You had spent hours and hours to find what you did to deserve this but you couldn’t find anything. Nothing pointed towards you doing something wrong but nonetheless you were here, aggressively stuffing your things into a bag while tears were streaming down your face.

It had started about a month ago. You should’ve been suspicious when they started coming home even later than usual, some of them not at all. Always telling you that there was a meeting at work and that they had already eaten, leaving you to sit at the dining table alone. In the beginning you had still waited for them, hoping every day that at least one of them would be there and have dinner with you but it was always the same.

“Sorry.” “The boss invited us for dinner.” “I’m so tired I need to go to sleep.” “We had take out at work.”

It left you confused. There was a time where they fought about who can sit next to you during the meals but now it seemed like they didn’t care anymore. You had only realised what exactly was happening when you saw a picture on Wooyoung phone. A picture of them with one of their colleagues. A beautiful woman with a bright smile, surrounded by your boyfriends.

Jealousy had immediately risen inside of you but you didn’t say anything. It was not like they weren’t allowed to spend time with other people. Instead, you let your doubts eat you from the inside. Did they eat with her every day? Was she the reason they stayed at work longer than they would normally? Was she better than you?

The worst part was that they didn’t notice. They didn’t notice how you felt and that you were distancing yourself. You would’ve thought that at least one of them cares. But all they cared about was being with that woman.

What hurt you the most was that they didn’t tell you about her. If they had been honest with you, you wouldn’t have created all these scenarios in your head. But they lied to you.

“Yeosang?” You tried to get his attention by tapping his shoulder. It was rare that all eight of them were at home. You wanted to talk about it. Voice your anxious thoughts. Letting them go. “Who is that woman you all have been hanging around?” You asked him because you knew he would be honest with you. The room instantly became silent.

“Oh? Do you mean Haeun? She works with us.” Yeosang answered, not giving you a lot of information. “Why do you ask?”

You didn’t know what to say. “I-.. I’m just curious.” You stuttered, looking down at your feet.

“She is really fun to be around! Recently she even invited us for dinner and paid.” San said excitedly. His words stabbed right into your heart. This was worse than you expected.

They weren’t cheating on you. You somehow could feel that. It was worse. They hadn’t been doing anything with a bad intention. They simply enjoyed spending time with her.

They took you for granted.

From that conversation on you decided not to chase after them anymore. You didn’t wait until they came home to eat dinner. You didn’t ask them how their day was. The few messages that you got during the day, you ignored. If they wanted to tell you something they could tell you in person.

Your boyfriends on the other side didn’t realize how much time they were spending with Haeun. And how less they were spending time with you.

The first one to notice that something was weird about you was Mingi. He had always left you a message during the day. Sometimes about work, what they ate for lunch or when they would be coming home. And normally you would respond relatively quickly. But you didn’t answer at all.

He sat in his practice room, eyes glued on his phone. Read two hours ago. It said on his screen. Mingi had voiced his concerns to the others but they disagreed saying that you didn’t behave differently. But he missed you. He wanted to eat dinner with you. Yes, Haeun was fun and when she first got introduced to the team, it was exciting to meet someone new. But he missed the familiarity. It had always been important to Mingi that he was not taken for granted and now he was afraid that they had done exactly that to you.

But he didn’t act on his feelings. He didn’t want to cause drama where there was none.

The second one to miss you was Jongho. “Y/n what do you…” He wanted to ask you for your opinion on his singing when he turned around and faced an empty room. Right, Y/n isn’t here. He reminded himself, immediately feeling a sting in his heart. Every Tuesday you would follow him to practice and listen to him sing. But as soon as he thought about it he realized that you hadn’t been there in multiple weeks. Jongho instantly remembered Mingi’s concerns and decided to go look for him.

When they finally opened up about their feelings and what they had been observing, Mingi and Jongho went to tell the others.

Before they could even finish what they were trying to say, Seonghwa tried to call you. He was blaming himself for not giving you the attention you deserved. He wanted to beat himself up. It was so clear now that Mingi and Jongho had mentioned it.

How could they neglect you like this and not even notice?

And that was the same question you asked yourself as you zipped up your bag. Just as you wanted to put your phone into your pocket, it started ringing. It was Seonghwa. You took a deep breath as you declined the call and left the apartment.

You didn’t know for how long or how far but you needed to get away. Right after getting into the taxi you had ordered, you turned off your phone indefinitely.

“Y/n isn’t answering.” Seonghwa announced, his voice shaking.

“Get in the car. I’m driving us home.” Yunho said, leaving the room with big steps. The others following him. Yunho’s mind was racing. He wanted to stay calm. He needed to stay calm. He had to be strong. It didn’t matter how he felt, all he wanted was to see your face and make sure everything is fine. It was all just imagination. You will be waiting at home. He tried to tell himself while he was getting into the car.

Hongjoong was trying to remember any signs of you changing while he was squeezing himself into the car. He had never been home as much as the others so it wasn’t strange for him to eat alone or to sneak into the bedroom without waking anyone up. But something had been strange. This morning, when he came out of the bathroom, he caught you staring at him. And he could swear you had tears in your eyes. But since you didn’t say anything he had assumed you were fine. This damn assumption.

When they finally arrived at their apartment, San immediately jumped out of the car and ran to the door.

“Y/n? Y/n!” He called you before he even entered the building. Wooyoung and Yeosang were right behind him. After finally opening the door they stormed in searching for you in their home. The rest followed them slowly, scared to not find you.

It wasn’t until he heard a sob that Wooyoung slowed down. A sob? He made his way over to your room, gently pushing the door open. His eyes widened as he saw San kneeling in front of your bed, a note in his hands and his face buried in your sheets.

“Sannie?” Wooyoung slowly walked closer to his loved one. “Y/n…” San sobbed, not able to form a sentence. “What is it Sannie?” Wooyoung kneeled down next to him, softly taking the note from his hands. As he started reading, tears formed in his eyes.

And that was when the others finally found them. They looked at Wooyoung, hope and pain in their eyes at the same time as he slowly shook his head. Yeosang’s legs gave in as he saw the expression on Wooyoung’s face. You were gone. No no no that’s impossible he thought, staring to the ceiling with a blank face. You couldn’t leave them.

Still not wanting to believe what was happening, Yunho harshly snapped the note out of Wooyoung’s hand.

I am going on a trip. Don’t text or call me, I need time to think. I hope you understand. I loved you so much.

His head went numb.

Loved.

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stoned-eren · 5 months

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can i request eren acting a little crazy? like telling you he loves you so much he won't *ever* let you leave him in a serious tone but you think he's just messing around, being cute (totally unaware of how crazy he can be)

your work is really nice btw, i reallllly like how you write eren <3

a/n: hi hi! thank you so much for your patience, i absolutely loved writing this <3 anything with obsessive/unhinged eren has me at my mercy... and thank you for your kind words aaa im so happy you enjoy my writing! seriously, it means alot! content: pre-established relationship, yandere themes? (more like obsessive), fluff, one teeny tiny mention of death word count: 1.1k - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

intense, possessive, enthralling.

that’s the best way to describe eren’s love. he loves fully, he loves completely. he loves until there’s nothing left in his essence, until his bones are withered away, his eyes are dull and tired, and his heart no longer beats.

and he loves you. undeniably so.

eren makes it known to you, every second you two are together. whether that’s a small squeeze of your shoulders, or pressing his lips against your forehead, little acts of affection are thrown your way, very often.

and although he’s undoubtedly sweet with you, he’s colder to others. a bit more hostile. with a piercing toxicity in his voice, and a deeply seeded fire in his gaze, eren does whatever he can to ward off any “threats”.

but in eren’s eyes, everyone’s a threat. no one can be trusted. you’re just too sweet. too sweet for eren to let you out of his sight. too sweet for eren to ever let you go.

you’re such a good person to him. he cherishes that endlessly.

you’re so good. in eren’s eyes, your affection and care for him was something that had to be protected. at any cost.

anyone who dared to disrupt that, even slightly, would pay dearly.

after a particularly nasty week, eren felt himself getting irritable. anxious, even. a few men actually had the nerve to approach you. there was even one bastard that tried to ask you out on a date. all week, there were people staring at you, people talking to you, people flirting with you. in fact, the one filthy rat who asked you out even decided to touch you. just a simple hand on your shoulder, but it was enough.

it was enough to send eren into a state of fuming panic. endlessly, he replayed the scenarios from this week in his mind. whenever he thought back on it, punching the guy who touched you didn’t seem like enough of a punishment.

…what exactly were you doing to him? can’t you see how much he loves you, cares about you, wants to protect you?

was this your intentions? to leave eren scared, threatened, and so violently angry?

the feeling of uncertainty weighed on him, it ate away at him. you needed to be his. undoubtedly. forever.

as the two of you spent time at eren’s place, both of you attempting to relax in his room, he felt his restlessness and anxiety skyrocket.

you sit at the small desk in eren’s room while you halfheartedly tear apart an outrageously expensive piece of bread. eren is sitting a little way away from you, resting himself on the edge of his bed.

“-you know, i’ll never understand why that lady sells her bread for so much more than everybody else,” you say. “it’s not even that good.”

“mmh,” eren simply grunts out, his mind evidently not focused on the casual conversation at hand.

“…you feeling alright, ren?” you hum at him, looking at him from the corner of your eye. “is my bread talk boring you?”

“it’s not that,” eren responds. “i just…”

he goes silent for a moment.

the utterly obsessive feelings eren had, combined with the events from this week, made him slip. just a little.

“…i’m never going to let you go. ever. you’re mine…“ eren trails off. “you’ll always be mine. i know we’re meant to be together.”

“…oh? is that so?” you smile at him, a little giggle falling from your lips. “where is this coming from, hm?”

“i just don’t want to lose you,” eren says, his eyes locked onto you. “you matter to me, more than anything.”

you give him a cute smile, tilting your body so that you’re facing eren.

“aw, that’s sweet of you…” you say, evidently delighted by his words. “you’re important to me too eren.”

“i hope so,” eren murmurs. “…fuck. i’d do anything for you.”

“anything, huh?” you chirp up.

“anything,” eren breathes. “…i’d burn the world for you, you know.”

“well, i hope you don’t do that… i live there,” you say with a small laugh, trying to lighten the mood.

“i really mean it…” eren replies.

a deep sigh leaves eren’s lips before he continues his sentence. “there’s nothing i wouldn’t do for you. honestly, i feel like i could kill someone for you.”

“oh- let’s not go that far…” you trail off.

“i mean- i just... i can’t stop thinking about you… i can’t stop looking at you… fuck- you just really mean a lot to me. i don’t want you to ever leave me…”

he stares at the ground, his eyes locked onto the wooden floor.

“…i’m not going to leave you, ren… ever,” you softly reply, setting your torn bread down.

hastily getting up from your chair, you make your way over to eren. as you take a seat on his plush bed, eren’s attention drifts from the paneled floor to your beautiful irises. once he catches himself looking at you, it’s hard for him to look away. it feels impossible to look away.

eren mumbles. “i wouldn’t be able to handle it. i don’t think i could see you with another person, ever. god… like that guy from earlier. he pisses me off.”

“eren…” you sigh softly.

“fuck- what a piece of shit. no one should be flirting with you,” he spits out, clearly working himself up at this point. “only me. it should only be me. i don’t want anyone even looking at you in that way. just the thought alone makes me want to-“

“ah- i get it, i get it,” you say, taking his hands in yours.

a reassuring smile flashes across your face, trying to deescalate eren’s creeping anger. gently, you give his palms a squeeze. “like i said eren, nothing is going to happen. you’re all i want, all i need. please, don’t worry.”

the tension that was previously evident in eren’s hands starts to ease. the look on his face is calmer, more relaxed.

“god- i’m sorry. i just really love you,” eren breathes to you. “you’re too good to me…i don’t know how i deserve you.”

“oh, don’t say that,” you say, comfort coaxing your voice. “…i love you too, though. just try your best to remember that, okay?”

a slow nod comes from eren. you lean into him, nuzzling your nose into the crook of his neck. letting go of his hands, you trail your fingers up his forearms, your digits caressing his skin as you wrap your arms around him. your hug is soft and gentle, almost hesitant. there’s a fluttering in eren’s chest, a vibrancy quite literally making him glow as you embrace him.

eren lets a small smile crack through his lips. vulnerability is still undeniably scrawled on his expression. it always is. ultimately, he just wants more of you, more experiences of you, more time with you.

but for now, just hearing your sweet, songlike voice tell eren that you love him, is enough. just feeling your supple skin shyly brush against him, is enough.

everything about you, was enough.

#ask #anon #writing.exe #attack on titan #aot #shingeki no kyojin #snk #eren jeager #eren #eren yeager #eren jager #eren x you #eren x reader #eren x y/n #eren x reader fluff #aot fluff #yandere eren #obsessive eren

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stevi0e · 1 year

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Found yourself a friend; Wednesday Addams x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Bad angst? idk bad fanfic

A/N: Uh this is not my first time writing fanfic but it's the first time Im posting it so pls be nice I am very fragile

Word count: 1.4k

Wednesday had never meant for it to get this complicated, but unfortunately you had bigger plans, seeming as she was standing in your room, eyes red rimmed from crying.

You had been the new student at Nevermore along with Wednesday, you and her being the exceptions as both of your mothers had been close with Principle Weems during their time at Nevermore.

You immediately felt drawn to her, hanging around with her and Enid almost everyday, and sometime after the Poe Cup, you had developed a crush on her. You had to tell Enid almost right away, after you found her reading your journal (which you swore was not a diary), forcing you to confess your feelings for Wednesday.

"I can't believe I didn't see it! I mean, you, anxious, bumbling, clumsy-"

"Enid!"

"Sorry! Sorry. But I mean you, clumsy and always causing problems, and Wednesday, perfectly calm and collected? It makes perfect sense! How could I be so blind?" She had scolded herself before ushering you to tell her all about how you felt.

"What is it you like about her, though? I know I said it was obvious, but you're so….not-Wednesday-y." Enid looked at you confused.

"I don- I don't know, okay? I just- She's so smart and she always has a solution, and she's so, so beautiful it makes me want to change my name and move countries!" You babbled. In your eyes Wednesday was perfect, and nothing would change that.

After that, Enid was constantly trying to get you two alone together, which rarely worked.

"Guys! I just got a text from Yoko, she said it's an emergency, I gotta go!" Enid scrambled, collecting her jacket and shoes. You glared at her, aware of her plan.

"If Yoko is in trouble, we should all go. Who knows what you'll do if you're alone." Wednesday pointed out coldly. You nodded briskly and began collecting your own things from the floor. Enid pouted and sighed.

Though you had been trying to conceal your crush, you couldn't help but become more physically affectionate with Wednesday, occasionally brushing your hand against hers while walking to class, or leaning in closer to her when talking about her research on The Hyde.

She had brushed it off with a cold glare, pulling away from you to continue speaking. Though you continued your advances. Until one day, it became too much.

You were walking with her around the school grounds during lunch, brushing your hand off hers and bumping into her playfully as you talked about your day to her, her head buried in an old book she found in the library, containing information on The Hyde.

"Enough! I am sick and tired of you throwing yourself at me every chance you get, Y/n. We are not friends. And I do not like you. Now kindly leave me alone and never speak to me ever again or I will rip apart every single thing you own." She threatened, her eyes were hard and cold, full of anger.

You stood there silently, unable to register the words spoken to you properly as you avoided Wednesdays' piercing gaze. You sniffed, tears welling in your eyes as your body shook.

You looked at Wednesday with tearful eyes and nodded, not seeing the regret on her face through your tears. You turned on your heel and rushed back to your dorm, covering your face as everyone stared at you and Wednesday.

You found refuge in you and Bianca's dorm, sitting on your bed crying as a group of girls comforted you.

"Honestly, Y/n, she's not worth it!" Yoko tried consulting you as the other girls nodded.

"I knew that girl was trouble the second she walked in, always stringing people along only to break their hearts." Bianca spat, her hatred for Wednesday growing more by the second.

Enid kept quiet, not wanting to speak bad about her roommate, though she was furious with her.

Knock Knock.

All eyes turned to the door.

"It better not be her!" One of the girls, Tazmina, cried.

"I'll get it." You mumbled, rising from the bed and drying your eyes with your sleeve. The girls watched in silence as you made your way to the door, turning the handle and peaking outside.

And there stood Wednesday, her eyes red from crying, her hair ruffled and untidy, holding a bunch of deep red roses.

Previously

After you had run off, Wednesday found herself doing the same, running up to her and Enid's dorm, ignoring the blazing stare of her peers.

She flung open the door and crashed onto her bed, ignoring Things' frazzled tapping.

In the silence of her room, with only herself to blame for her mistake, Wednesday allowed herself to cry.

Sobs wracked her body as she shook, unable to keep her feelings inside. All the regret and guilt coming out in tears and heaves. She felt utterly and truly sick.

She sat on her bed as she explained her situation to Thing, who scolded her thoroughly. She took out her journal from its hiding spot, flipping through the pages, all of them containing your name. She stopped at some of the entries.

Dearest Journal,

Today has been truly awful. I caught sight of Y/n and Bianca hanging out again. Does Y/n like her? Why did she laugh so much? She never laughs that much around me. I fear I am scaring her off. She looked devastatingly gorgeous today. Her h/c hair looked so shiny and perfect, I felt like a pathetic school girl with a crush on her teacher.

Dearest Journal,

Y/n's hand brushed off mine again. I only wish I had the confidence to hold it. I wonder at night what it must feel like, would she like the feeling of my own hand in hers? Her skin looks so soft, she looks so soft, I just want to wrap my arms around her and never, ever let go.

Dearest Journal,

I almost confessed to Y/n today. She just looked so horribly beautiful, her face does the cutest thing when she's focused, she looks like a kitten. My feelings disgust me, and yet I cannot get them to leave.

Wednesday closed the leather journal and made up her mind.

She told her plan to Thing, who seemed incredibly enthusiastic about the whole ordeal.

"You've been hanging around with Enid too much these days." She muttered.

Sneaking down into Ms. Thornhills' room, Wednesday picked up the bouquet of red roses that stood idle in a green vase on Ms. Thornhills' desk.

She inspected the roses for a moment before making her way to the dorm she knew to be yours and Bianca's.

Knocking on the door, the words left her when she saw it was you who opened the door.

Present

Your mouth gaped open at the sight of Wednesday, who looked at you just as lost.

"I…May I speak to you privately?" She asked politely, unable to meet your eyes.

Though every instinct told you no, you nodded and waved at the girls, telling them you would be back in a moment. Bianca and Yoko glared at Wednesday, though Enid could hardly contain her grin.

The two of you walked in complete silence, stopping at the Edgar Allen Poe statue that was tucked away in a small passage.

Wednesday looked away from you and handed you the roses.

"I want- I-" Wednesday stuttered, taking a deep breath before looking into your eyes.

"I'm sorry, Y/n. I…should not have said those things. And I did not mean them." You gave her a look, confused but needing to know where she was going with it.

"To be completely truthful with you, I….seem to have developed feelings for you. Romantic ones. Though I know you could never be with somebody as cold and uncaring as me, these feelings have been chewing my brain for what feels like years even though I have only known you for a series of weeks. I understand if you do not feel the same way-"

Wednesday was cut off as you pulled her into a kiss, your lips slotting together like a perfect puzzle, as though they were made for eachother.

Her hands rested on your waist as yours were grasping the base of her neck.

"I like you too Wednesday, a lot. And I forgive you." You murmured as you rested your forehead on hers, smiling softly at her sigh of relief.

"Ahem-" A cough came from behind the two of you. You and Wednesday turned your heads to see Ms. Thornhill standing there, a barely concealed grin on her face.

"I see you've found a friend after all, Wednesday." Your face turned red and you hid your blushing face in the crook of Wednesdays' neck, groaning in embarrassment. Wednesday smirked slightly.

"Girlfriend, actually."

#wednesday addams x reader #wednesday imagine #wednesday fanfic #wednesday addams #wednesday x fem!reader #wednesday 2022 #enid sinclair #bianca barclay #yoko tanaka

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wildflowerluver · 1 year

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HI I LOVE YOUR WORKS AND YOURE AWESOME !!! some of my fav hotch fics ever for real <3

if you’re still looking for ideas for the aaron hurt/comfort idea you posted about i thought i'd try to supply you with inspo ! maybe reader is an anxious overthinker (couldn't be any of us hotch stans wdym) and is feeling really anxious bc they feel like they made a friend mad/upset for some reason bc the friend seemed a little off + hasn't replied to readers messages. so poor reader is just so concerned and scared they did something wrong and on top of that they're tired, stressed, and overall overwhelmed so they just CRYYY and ofc hotch comes along and does his comfort thing and reasons through it with them. and then reader's friend texts them back like hey sorry i was really busy today but yeah! we should definitely go out more, i had a ton of fun today!! bc we need closure here LOL and then reader can cuddle and fall asleep with hotch to get out any lingering anxiety and take care of that sleepiness fr

THIS IS SO LONG IM SORRY MY BRAIN WAS TRYING SO HARD TO COME UP WITH SOMETHING AND IT TRIED A LITTLE TOO HARD I THINK LMAO hopefully this sparks something for you tho ! of course feel free to do what you wish with this, change it around, whatever it may be there's always no pressure !! happy vibes for you <3

(ria!!! thank u for ur request ily <33) fem!reader, anxiety, mentions of past friendship issues, hurt/comfort vibes, 1k words

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you had a natural tendency to overthink.

every interaction, big or small, seemed to replay in your head for hours. had you said something off? did that person see something strange about you?

you were terrified to tell aaron about your struggles with anxiety and overthinking. it hadn’t gone well in the past several times and you didn’t want aaron to leave too. but, he didn’t. it never even crossed your mind.

aaron collected you in his arms, squeezing you tightly and thanking you for telling him. he asked what you needed from him.

“reassurance,” you spoke tentatively. not once had a previous partner asked how they could help. “and maybe a kiss.”

his laugh was full-body, lips upturning. “i think both of those can definitely be arranged.”

___

aaron hadn’t been home a lot recently.

he was away on a case down in texas, then swarmed with meetings and paperwork, another local case, and more paperwork. the absence of him was starting to impact you severely.

just in the way you were open about your anxiety, he was open about his job and the time aspect of it. he called or texted, reassuring (like he promised), that he would be home soon or the timeframe of the case. you just couldn’t help your intrusive thoughts from creeping up.

you tried to fill his absence in a productive way, maximizing the time you had outside of work by reaching out to some friends to hang out. your friend B and you set up a lunch date. she was a close friend and you knew being in her company would help your mood.

usually when you’re with her, time seems to go by fast and conversation flows easily. this time was the opposite. you had met for lunch downtown and expected it to be like it always was. instead, it felt so forced it was almost uncomfortable. naturally, your brain had drifted into believing it was something you had said.

you were on autopilot going home, brain reeling at lunch. you wanted aaron. he always knew what to say or do and was your number one comfort. but he wasn’t here.

you trudged into the house, haphazardly dropping your bag. you sat in front of the fireplace, it wasn’t warm but in your mind it was.

it was the first time in weeks you felt like you had a moment to stop.

the tears came hot and fast.

you buried your head in your knees, arms wrapping around your legs as your body shook. everything felt wrong and you were so terrified you had hurt B.

you were exhausted.

the back door open and closed. you hardly took notice. your head was pounding.

“honey!” aaron’s voice rang through the home. “i’m home!”

his voice only made you cry harder, though you kept your sobs muffled by the fabric of your pants. it was early, he shouldn’t be home yet. why was he home?

“honey?” he called again. “i got off early today, sent the entire team home early too. figured we all-”

he stopped dead in his tracks when he entered the living room and his eyes fell on you. “oh, honey.”

in an instant, aaron was kneeling down at your side. the second his hand touched your back, you broke. you threw your body into him, needing to feel him close. he held you while you cried, hand rubbing up your back. he didn’t shush you or help you calm down just yet. you just needed to cry.

after a few minutes aaron pulled back, hands reaching up to cup your face. he thumbed away a few stray tears that continued to roll.

“what’s hurting you?”

you took a deep breath before explaining. it was always easy with aaron to be honest. you rambled about his absence, how you missed him, how work had been a little tough lately, lunch with B, how you feel like you said or did something that made it feel off. everything.

though aaron had sat back on the carpet, your hands remained interlocked. he squeezed them occasionally throughout your words.

he collected you in his arms when you finished. “i’m so sorry about being away. i shouldn’t be going anywhere for awhile. i’m sure B is okay. you didn’t say anything off. maybe she was just having a bad day.”

your phone dinged on the table.

aaron picked it up, features softening at the text. perfect timing.

‘hey! so sorry if i seemed a little off at lunch today - work has just been super crazy and i got an email right before about a deadline being pushed up so i was distracted. it was still so so nice to get together, we should definitely do it again sometime soon!!’

he showed you the text B just sent. his hand fell to the small of your back again, finding the patch of exposed skin and leaving his hand there.

B’s text eased your anxiety. you didn’t do anything wrong. she was just having an off day.

“do you feel better? about B at least?”

you hummed. “a little, yeah.”

you slumped into aaron’s side. “can we go lay down for a little?”

he kissed your cheek. “absolutely.”

aaron guided you upstairs, stopping though to put his work things away though he motioned for you to head into the bedroom to get settled.

you kept the lights in the room off before crawling into bed. physical and mental exhaustion was clouding your brain.

aaron padded in a few seconds after you, quickly changing out of his work clothes and into soft sweatpants and a shirt. he stopped at the edge of the bed, eyes peering down at you.

“how are we doing this tonight?” he motioned toward the bed with his hand.

“can you just hold me?”

he smiled softly. “of course honey.”

aaron slid under the covers beside you. he raised one arm, an open invitation for you to curl up. you did, sliding over and tangling your legs with his. he, in turn, tucked you under his chin and brought his arms to cocoon around you.

“it’s gonna be okay, i promise.”

he sealed his words with a strong kiss to the crown of your head.

somehow you knew it would.

#criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds angst #aaron hotchner #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotchner x y/n #aaron hotch fic #aaron hotchner blurb

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im rlly loving armin today…..tell me somethings about him….

HI DAHLIA!!!! me too omg literally every day 💗💗💗

i don’t know if this makes any sense at all because i’m just yapping but here you go!!!

before you dated it was SO fucking obvious that you liked each other — it became a running joke in the friend group about how he was so clearly in love with you

and yet I think it would take a long time before you two actually got together!! you had to be the one to admit your feelings — because ever since he realized how he felt, he stood by NEVER telling you abt it js because he was so scared you would reject him

but… srsly… he loves you so much. he’s so much happier now that he has you and that he doesn’t have to hide it anymore!!

mf sleeps SO MUCH, especially in the summer because he’ll be out in the sun all day and come home exhausted

he loves to watch movies with you but trust half of time he will js pass out while cuddling w you!!

basically whenever he’s touching you he gets tired :( you’re js so warm n comfy… he just… 😴😴😴

but that shows how much he trusts you!!!!! you’re really one of the only people he can be vulnerable around — even w how close he is to eren and mikasa

if you have long hair, he’ll learn how to do a ponytail, and then a braid… with help from you and from youtube 😭 he thinks it looks cute on you n he likes that he did it himself :3

maybe he’ll learn a french braid if u like when he does it enough!

loves spending time with you even if you’re doing literally nothing. he enjoys js being in the same room as you even if you’re doing something else

STUDYING!!!! you know he is such a nerd… he really does spend a lot of his free time studying/doing his work. his favorite thing though is working while you’re in the room!! like I said he really js likes being around you… you don’t have to be interacting.

he just likes having you there, even if you’re just on your phone or smth! he likes hearing your breathing, and having something to look at. he feels like a weirdo because it’s not much different from being by himself — but he loves you so much and js wants to spend as much time with you as he can!!

I KNOW YOU SAID THIS BEFORE BUT HE LOVES FRUIT???? he is always eating fruit. if you like fruit too he will make you this https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTLyJ1d5B/ and eat it with you

i mentioned this once but i’m so serious he ran track in high school. he ran the 400 and HATED it but all his friends did sports and he was like okay i guess i can do this…

absolute demon at beach volleyball

always hounds you abt sunscreen because he spends so much time at the beach. “no babe you’re gonna get skin cancer you need to put it on!!!!”

but he offers to do it for you so it’s not so bad :3

he is allergic to shellfish

another thing i’ve mentioned before is that I think he gets nightmares sometimes :( he might wake you up from squirming or making noise, but then you can be there for him!

he’s usually okay right after, it’s never anything too bad — mostly just falling dreams, or maybe being chased. still leaves him feeling anxious and overwhelmed, so he’ll hold you close. with you there to calm him down he can fall back asleep peacefully

hmm i think he likes to hold your hand n kiss your forehead n your nose during sex :3

he’s super clingy w you in private but he gets so embarrassed talking about it with his friends…

like of course he’s not embarrassed to talk about you and how amazing you are but he struggles to talk about how much YOU love HIM without wanting to run and hide

cook him anything and he’s instantly proposing. he loves eating food you make even if it’s not good!!!

ice cream dates!!! he likes ice cream anddd I think his favorite flavor is mint chocolate chip

there,,, a lot of random thoughts abt my bf armin i hope you enjoyed!! 💗💗💗💗

#I need to be eating a fruit salad with him now #it’s not funny #:((((( i want to sleep on the couch with him #asks #headcanons #arminsbf #armin arlert #armin arlert headcanons #aot headcanons #armin arlert imagine

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conniesanchor · 2 years

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just a bad day

warnings: anxiety, fluff, that's abt it.

pairing: conrad fisher x fem!reader

summary: you've been fidgeting all day and can't catch a break. when conrad gets home from his day job he makes it his problem to help you.

you were mindlessly tapping your finger against the dinner table, and bouncing your leg under it. everything was bothering you, whether it was jeremiah accidentally kicking you under the table, or belly's breathing that was too loud for your own good. you were seconds away from snapping when you heard the front door open. conrad.

conrad was really the only one who was able to help you when you got like this. no matter what was happening, he was always there to calm you down. he wouldn't leave you alone until you were okay, or at least not as anxious.

you weren't even hungry, sitting there messing around with your food. as conrad sat down next to you, susannah noticed your fidgeting. "y/n, are you okay?" this earned a look from conrad, his eyes filled with worry.

"oh, yeah. everything's fine, just not really hungry. i think ill just save this for tomorrow." you lied, standing up and placing your leftovers in the fridge. "im actually really tired, so im just gonna head up to bed." you could feel conrad's gaze on you as you excused yourself from the kitchen.

☆☆☆

after about twenty minutes, you heard footsteps coming up the stairs. you had changed into clothes that were more comfy. that consisting of, a pair of sweatpants and a small tank top. you heard a knock on you door. no, tapping. that meant it was conrad.

you tried to shake every look of distress off of you before you opened the door. you knew it was useless, he could read you like a children's book. you finally reached the door, your hand shaking as you reached for the doorknob.

opening the door, you were met with a very worried conrad. "hey." you smiled, backing up so he could get through the door. you closed it as soon as his entire body was through the door.

"hey." he spoke, as you sat down on your bed. "what's wrong?" he questioned, not missing the way your leg was bouncing up in down, or the way he could hear your heartbeat.

him being here only made everything worse. you hated the control he had over you. the whole room felt like it was collapsing in on itself. you could barely breathe. "nothing, i just don't feel good." you lied.

"love, i know you better than that. even if you don't want to admit it. the way you looked at the table, and the way you look now. there's something wrong, i know there is." the way conrad mentioned every detail caused tears to well in the back of your eyes. he also seemed to notice this, taking a seat on the bed next to you.

he pulled you into his arms, "y/n, relax. you're alright. i just need to know what's happening so i can help you." the blue-eyed boy told you, stroking your hair.

you pulled away from him, wiping the tears that were still on your face. "i just- i can't breathe." you told him. you felt like you were dying.

"shh, you're okay. it's okay. just relax, in and out angel. in and out." he reminded, placing your palm on his chest.

it took quite a while before your breathing became even. "thank you." you mumbled, leaning back against the headboard.

conrad followed, moving to your left side. "talk to me, what happened?" he whispered.

"i don't know. i really don't know, it's just a bad day i guess. everything's setting me off." you told him, trying not to completely fall apart.

"okay." conrad accepted your answer, "do you wanna be alone? or i can draw you a bath?" he tried to help.

"no. no, i just want you to stay here." you requested. he gladly accepted, pulling the blankets over the two of you. you leaned into his chest, lying your head down.

"y/n/n?" he mumbled, looking down at you.

"yes?"

"ive been meaning to say this all summer. i just couldn't quite find the words, i- uh." he breathed, and you could hear his heart racing. "i really, really like you. i know this is a bad time to say this but i couldn't hold it in longer. i just-"

"connie, shut up." you whispered lifting your head up to kiss him. he practically threw the blanlet off of the two of you. conrad placed each of his hands on each side of your waist, lifting you up to his lap. you put a leg on either side of him, neither of your lips wanting to leave the others.

he pulled apart only for a split second, "will you be my girlfriend?" he asked, and the second he got a breathless 'yes.' his lips were back onto yours.

the night ended a hell of a lot better than it started.

☆☆☆

#conrad fisher fluff #imagines #tsitp conrad #conrad fisher #tsitp #fluff

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jazzyfrog · 5 months

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hey im gonna try to write for the fandom again, mary/sippi fic under the cut!

picture-perfect proposal <3

(inspired by something @uriahcantdraw wrote for me!!)

Maryland sat at the edge of the ocean, the sparkling, cool waves crashing up on her feet. The wind was blowing lightly, and the sun was just beginning to set. The air was warm and humid, and the sky was a bit cloudy, the colors of ruby and spessartine stretched across the evening sky as the sun’s warmth began to fall.

Mississippi was laying beside his girlfriend, admiring her glowing beauty in the gradient sky. Though he seemed.. nervous? Mary noticed his anxious body language and concern washed over her mind.

“Hey, sugar, you okay..?” She asked quietly, as to not raise his nervousness.

“Oh- uh- yeah. I’m good.” He replied, giving her a reassuring smile.

“You sure, hon? You seem anxious…” She said in a tone of concern weaved with worry.

“Mhm! Yeah, I’m just a little tired, ya know?” He responded, his tone growing more nervous as he fidgeted with something in his pocket.

“Oh. We can go home, if you’d like. It’s gonna be getting dark soon anyway.” Mary said, having no idea about his plans.

Sippi panicked a little, this was his only chance to ask her the question he’d been dying to ask since the day he first saw her in her smile. the awkward, weird little smile that he found endearing.

“We don’t have to leave yet- we could at least walk the boardwalk first!” He suggested in a slightly desperate tone

“You sure? If you’re tired we can leave-“ She got cut off by her boyfriend, who seemed to be growing more panicked.

“No! It’s fine, really! I just- I wanna wait for the sun to set. I wanna walk the boardwalk with you… you look really pretty in the sunset.” He said, giving her a soft smile.

“Aww. I’m flattered, sugar. We can go walk if you want.” She responded, returning a smile back at him.

He jumped up excitedley and helped her off her beach towel, holding her hand and giggling as they aaproached the boardwalk. He was so excited to hopefully make Mary, the girl he held so close to his heart, his wife.

“What’s got you all excited?” Mary asked teasingly.

“Mm, I just can’t believe I get to be here with you right now… the perfect girl…” Sippi replied, admiring the way her eyes shined in the glowing sunlight.

“Aww, stop it. I’m not all that great.” She said, her face flushing a light pink-ish color.

“… God, I could kiss you right now.” He teased, lightly smirking as her face grew more red.

“Oh- well. I- uhm. If you want to, you can…” She responded, her voice sounding more high pitched and flustered in tone.

“…Actually, I think I have a better idea. Just keep walkin’.” He said, holding her hand tighter as he started fidgeting with his pockets again.

As they reached the end of the boardwalk, Sippi just looked closely at Mary. Admiring all her cute little features. Her vitiligo covered skin, the dark freckles on her face that trailed down to her shoulders, the scars along her gentle, silky arms, the unique little tooth gap that showed when she smiled, the dark, crimson color of her eyes that glowed in the ever stretching sunset… God, he loved every little detail. He looked into her eyes and smiled, not his usual, anxious little smile, but a soft, genuine smile… the part of him that only she could fully understand, the part of him that only she could bring out in him. He felt safe and at peace when he was alone with her. He remembers the way his heart fluttered and his eyes sparked when he saw her for the first time. He remembered how gentle friendly and patient she was with him, even at his lower moments.

“God, you’re beautiful…” He whispered in a sweet, loving tone.

“Thanks, sugar… though I feel like there’s something you aren’t telling me.. you seem rather excited for this just being a usual date.” She mentioned. Though she adored his unusual energy, she knew something bigger was happening.

“I mean, I don’t have anything to tell you… but I do have something to ask, if that’s alright.” He replied as a warm, fuzzy feeling washed through his veins, as if the feeling of love was pumping to his heart in replacement of blood.

“Go ahead… I’m ready.” She said in a tone of reassurance, giving him a warm smile.

The Magnolia state looked deep into her eyes one last time, before pulling a small, velvet box out of his pocket. Mary covered her mouth in shock as he dropped to one knee and took a deep breath.

“…Mary, my sweetheart, I may not be your first pick, hell, may as well be your last… but you’ll always be first in my heart. You brought out a part of me that I didn’t know even existed… you made me feel loved, and happy. You’re the sweetest, most beautiful person I’ve ever met, and ever will meet, and I wanna make sure that you’re ready to share a beautiful chapter of my life with me.”

Mary’s eyes widened as warm, joyful tears formed in the corners of her eyes. Sippi let out a soft sigh as he flipped open the velvet box to reveal a golden ring with a small, glowing ruby in the center, the same ruby shade that flowed across the evening sky.

“So, with that being said,” he took another deep breath before continuing, his eyes full of love as he asked the question he’d been dying to ask, “Maryland, light of my life, would you do the honor of making me the the luckiest guy in the world and be the one to marry me?”

“Yes- yes- Oh my God yes!” The Old Line state exclaimed as the scorching tears fell down her cheeks. She was so overwhelmed by the burst of joy that ran through her mind. The Hospitality state giggled as he gently slid the perfectly sized ring onto her smooth, gentle hand.

“I love you- I love you so much-“ Mary sobbed out as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“I love you too, mon ange.” He said, hugging her close to his chest.

The bright, glowing rays from the sun began to fade as the glowy cresent moon made way into the starry night sky. The cool, wispy wind blew against the two, as the sky was overtaken by a deep purple.

“Well, should we go home and cuddle now..?” Mary suggested, her tone quiet and gentle.

“Yeah… I can’t wait to go to sleep with my fiancè.” He teased, kissing her forehead softly.

“…God, you’re gonna break me one day.” She teased back as they walked back to the car.

“Yeah, and you’re gonna break me with how pretty you’ll be in your wedding dress.” He responed with a playful smirk.

“…Get in the damn car before I regret my desicion.” She said sarcastically.

“Okay- damn, I’ll let you cool off.” He said, returning the playfully rude tone.

They drove back to their small little house near the woods, both keeping the pink blushy layer on their faces. As soon as they got home, they jumped onto their bed, giggling and smiling warmly as their legs got tangled together. Mary buried her face into the Catfish state’s cushiony chest as she closed her eyes and drifted off into a deep sleep.

“Goodnight, sweetheart.” Sippi whispered, kissing her forehead before he pulled the blanket over the two of them and dozing off with his soon to be wife.

#wttt #wttt mississippi #wttt mary/sippi #wttt maryland #wttt fanfic #wttt frogs fics #wttsh maryland #wttsh mississippi

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strxbrymochi · 9 months

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chapter 16. the sleeptalker

masterlist • previous • next

taglist: open!

warning// lil bit of swearing

IM SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG ill update every week now <//3

word count: the word counter wont work but i would say around 3k

jeno knew better to interfere into an existing relationship, especially if it concerned his best friend and his well, ex-best friend now coworker. but even with morals and ethics concerned, he was looking at you sleeping peacefully on your desk, stacks and stacks of papers on your side and a bunch of other documents sprawled under your arms. your laptop and monitor shining bright on your face in the dark.

jeno sighs. he didn't expect you to be here, let alone ASLEEP he looked through the monitor and saw you were cross checking records for a big presentation tomorrow for one of the company's biggest clients. over the past couple months working together, the two of you had started to open up to each other again, moving closer to actually being friends, after everything that happened. and that was how jeno knew you were stressed big for this report. hell, he was the one who assigned it to you because he knew he could trust you.

he frowns at the sight of you. he didn't think you would go overtime and clearly this report and presentation was tiring you out. he felt terrible. he never wanted any of his employees to compromise their health for the sake of work. especially you.

jeno stands there for a couple more minutes trying to think of what to do. he looks at his watch, 11:52pm. you know what, maybe she'll wake up soon. he thinks to himself. he goes back to his office and gets started on some contracts for the meeting tomorrow, occasionally glancing at you from the clear glass of his office walls. she's pretty cute. he thinks, watching you sleeping so peacefully, the light from your monitors illuminating your features so perfectly. no. get yourself together. you don't know what you're saying, you're tired. he rubs the thoughts out his head.

1:16am

jeno finishes off the contracts with a satisfied sigh. he stands up to stretch and looks towards the glass only to see you, still asleep. he frowns. what should he do now? should he wake you up? you looked so peaceful and tired, he didn't want to disturb you. should he bring you with him? no, that wasn't right on so many levels.

i should call mark. he says whipping out his phone to call his friend.

the line rings for a while. "hey, this is mark. quite busy right now so can't come to the phone. leave your message after the beep and ill get to you!" crap voicemail.

jeno tries calling again. one more. two times. three times more. anxious every time, hand on his waist, looking down at you. he can't leave you here, and he can't leave if you're still here either.

"hello?" he hears on the other side, after what felt like ages. a wave of relief flushes across him.

"hyung," he says. "y/n went overtime and she's asleep on her desk, can you pick her up?"

"aish, that sounds like her." mark says with a small chuckle. "look jen, i'm actually in a meeting with a client right now that i can't leave, could you bring her home?"

remember that sense of relief jeno felt when mark picked up? yea that was all out the window now.

"what?" he says. "you want me to bring her home?"

"i mean yea, you're her friend too. i really would pick her up but i really need to close this deal and it's a really important client, i'm sure you'd understand."

oh did he understand all right. as much as he hated to admit it, mark was right, they were all friends. why was he making it such a big deal?

"look, ill send you our address. i trust you jen, get her home safe yea?" mark's voice interrupts his thoughts.

"i, yea. i will." he says, ending the call.

his fingers linger on the phone keypad. maybe he can call your friends? yea, that sounds like a good idea. only he didn't have any of their contacts and he didn't think his own friends would be very helpful in this situation either.

he puts his phone back in pocket and looks at your sleeping figure. he sighs before lightly tapping you on the shoulder. you move and a wave of electricity jolts through his body. that's weird. he thinks. he taps you again. this time, you wake up slightly, rubbing your eyes and sitting up.

it takes you a while to realize where you are and when you do, you jolt upwards, hands slamming the desk, jeno jumping back in surprise.

"fuck, i fell asleep." you say under your breath, trying to organize the documents on your table in a hurry. in the process you notice jeno watching you. you freeze and look at him like a kid caught stealing halloween candy in the middle of the night.

"shit, i'm so sorry jeno. i didn't mean to fall asleep, what time is it?" you say, scrambling to find your phone in the mess.

"y/n it's okay. how about we get you home for proper rest and you can worry about the presentation tomorrow?" he says. how can he be so calm?

you open your mouth to come up with an excuse but he stops you. "i've called mark and he told me to bring you home. so grab your stuff and let's go. i'll see you at the elevators in 5 minutes." he goes back to his office to grab his things, leaving you watch him leave.

you sigh defeated before packing up your things and make your way to the elevators. stumbling a bit due to your heels, mentally cursing yourself for choosing to wear these shoes, and well, falling asleep in the first place.

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you make it to his car and the drive is silent. you open your mouth to speak but he beats you to it. "mark-hyung sent me your address. don't worry i'm not kidnapping you."

you nod and close your mouth. he knew what you were gonna ask. that's weird, but cool... i think? he was your best friend for quite a while anyways. why were you so shocked about it?

the rest of the ride was silent, the sound of the air circulating from the a/c, the sound of the car and engine going in a steady pace and the wind from the window breezing through your face. you feel yourself getting sleepier, and before you knew it, your eyes slowly fell shut.

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you wake up the next morning in your bed. in pajamas? who the hell? the last memory you have was falling asleep in jeno's car. your eyes widen. shit.

you look to your side to see your bed empty. you quickly get up, stumbling, to get out of your room. as you open the door and walk into the kitchen, you see mark already up, sitting on the table with a coffee in front of him, reading something on his phone.

"morning baby" he says. "did you sleep well?"

you stand frozen. "i-, what-, how-," you stumble over your words. you didn't know how to start.

he laughs, "cute." he mutters. "do you want coffee? get you awake for your presentation so you don't fall asleep midway?"

you nod and walk to the table slowly and sit. he hands you a mug and you take a sip.

"jeno brought you home last night. i would've picked you up but i was stuck in a last minute meeting with mr. jeong. you know how he is, pretty tough, didn't even consider timezones..." he sighs and you nod slowly, taking another sip, mind still running miles per hour.

"he dropped you off on the couch, i guess he didn't know where the room was lol," mark continues recalling the events of last night. "he did put the blanket over you though. i came out after the meeting and saw you so i brought you to the room and got you changed."

you sigh, so mark changed you and not jeno. your heart paused for a split second if you were being honest.

mark continued talking. "i don't know why he didn't text me or anything when you guys got here. but oh well, he was probably tired as well."

huh. you finish your coffee with mark and excuse yourself to get ready.

"also y/n" mark says. "i didn't know you sleep talked."

what the hell was he talking about?

"in the 2 years we've been together that was the first time i heard you do that. it was pretty interesting." you freeze.

"what did i say?" you asked him, scared.

"oh, nothing much don't worry, just a lot of random things. like someone leaving you and how you wish they didn't reject you because if only they knew something something? i don't remember much, it was pretty vague, i assumed you were impersonating a tv show you watched or something."

you froze. fuck.

"babe you okay? you're gonna be late for your presentation."

"shit you're right." you say scrambling back to your room to get ready. you were gonna have to just deal with this later.

💞: @n0hyuck @toodleeee @vianna99

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sewercentipede · 11 months

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didn’t want to clutter up my friends donation post with my thoughts but I can’t even put into words the physical and mental effect homelessness and unstable housing (as in shelter is not a guarantee bc your living conditions are such that at any given moment you might become homeless again by being forced to leave - either literally or to protect yourself) has on a person, even just short term like within just a matter of days it’s fucking brutal. and weeks, months of that, it’s beyond brutal there’s no words …

like when u don’t have housing, just existing suddenly becomes 1,000x harder. ur ability to survive is so deteriorated. every second of every minute of every hour of every day ur fighting for ur life. all of ur energy is devoted to surviving each day and figuring out how ur gonna survive the following day, because it literally takes all ur energy to do that. at all times. it consumes you. when ur in that position, in high stress survival mode with no break/respite (can’t really take a break from homelessness lol), u start deteriorating so fucking fast in every way. ur stressed, tired, hungry, uncomfortable, unsafe, and u feel gross, dirty, depressed, heartbroken, anxious, scared, angry, so incredibly alone…. and the feeling of just, pure horror. you’re drowning or you’re falling from a great height with no parachute. and nobody is coming to save you. it’s bleak. if u can sleep, it’s out of pure exhaustion, and from the moment you wake up you’re plunged into a nightmare. mental resilience and emotional resilience are CRUCIAL to ur survival and ur motivation to survive but the stress and anxiety and pure horror of homelessness fucking deteriorates ur mental/emotional resiliency like it just wrecks it to hell scarily quickly. you’re operating at like 20% physically and mentally, in a situation that demands 100% at all times. It feels goddamn impossible to deal with, every moment. and the only reason it is possible to deal with it is because your body is alive. like, it’s a technicality. and you can genuinely feel the weeks, months, and years being taken off your life because of it all

Idk where I was going with this but goddamn knowing my friend and his poor sweet wife have been feeling all of that for months and now feeling hope being crushed and fear of it all happening again because the housing theyve found being unexpectedly unstable I just … it fucking sucks, to put it lamely. they don’t deserve that, they shouldn’t have to be dealing with that, because housing is a human right. or should be at least. So fuckin disheartening seeing them go thru this shit

a couple ppl have reblogged this post so in case more ppl rb this, im adding my friend’s donation info. please consider donating to him and his wife or boosting his donation post ❤️

C4shapp: $goldenratio1123

V3nmo: @ iwannadaisuki

P4ypal: @ poppybun

#this wasn’t meant to be a donation post but when it got reblogged before having the donation links it felt weird #like it felt wrong ykwim?#just realized I use the word deteriorate like 500 times in this post lmao 😭#i need a thesaurus

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mystermoose · 5 months

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The country of cunning victors...is an anxious mess? 2

Part 1:

https://www.tumblr.com/mystermoose/735465215641124864/the-country-of-cunning-victorsis-an-anxious?source=share

Warning: Still long

Info: Carmedenon (you) sex: female age: 20s

You and your nation's royal family have landed on the nation where meeting is gonna take place, and as foreigners who never stepped foot off your borders. Everyone was excited!...

Well except for you.

After you guys boarded you haven't stopped shaking like hell, before you left you tried to escape the trip a few times. But unfortunately for you, you handpicked this family to be your monarchy for their intelligence, right from when their first ancestor managed to outsmart you of your challenges and riddles. The very reason why you made her your first queen. So ofcourse, they were one step ahead of you in every way, in true Carmedinian fashion.

"Carmedenon! Stop trying to escape this. I thought you and your princess talked and reached an agreement" your queen said getting tired of your shenanigans. "Yeah, I did. That is until I found out that the meeting is next week! Like what the heck guys! You didn't atleast let me mentally prepare myself for this life changing-...change! This is all too sudden for me" you said sinking on your seat in surrender.

"Um for your information, the meeting is still days away. We're only here early so that we could get to know the other world leaders. And hey, maybe even be tourists for a while" the crown princess said in her usual calm voice. You looked up to stare at her with an unimpressed look "I'm starting to think you guys just want a vacation from me than making connections"

"We are making connections, by enjoying the country!" she said as she pats your back. All too soon to your liking the plane has anounced that all were allowed to leave, and peeking through the window was a sight of your nightmares.

Outside the plane, were dozens of journalists with microphones and cameras flashing, all waiting, all for you. While you shrunk in horror, the royal family however are quite estatic of the welcome.

"Oh look at that Carmeden, a warm welcome! Feeling unhated yet?" your boss' daughter ask with a smile. "No, these are just humans showing us support, and like I said I-Im more concernedabout how the countries' feel about me. B-besides, don't you think this crowd is a little too much?!" you said as you look out to the literal sea of people outside the plane. There are so many of them, you fear that they'll break the barricades.

"The people are the refection of the nation, if they're not hostile towards you or us. Then it's a good sign that things will go well, so please stop worrying anymore" your queen stated as she gets ready to be greeted by the crowd. "Mom's right Carms, I heard your fellow nations are like stereotypes of their people. And I've read a bunch of stereotypes of this country and they seem really nice, so you'll be fine" the princess added as she herself gets ready.

"F-fine, but still...what's with this crowd?!" you exclaim as you motion to the window that has the best view of said crowd. "Well, you are an isolated country who refused to show herself for centuries. When nations like you suddenly decide to open up, of course journalists are gonna hyped about you!" she said as she grabbed your nervous hands and lead you to the plane door. "C'mon, we can't keep them waiting~"

"Wha-? Hey! What are you doi-" before you knew it, you were out the door overlooking the sea of journalists and the brightness of the flashing of their cameras. When all of you reached the bottom of the stairs, the interviews began. Of course them being the royal family, every journalist went to them first. And your monarchy being more extroverted than you, happily obliged.

Seeing this calmed you down a bit, thinking that as long as you can hide yourself and not let them see you. You'll be able to get out of here unnoticed as you are not willing to deal with this right now or ever. Unfortunately for you, it appears that the day just doesn't want to go your way. As a sudden question was thrown your way.

"Excuse me? Are you who I think you are?" you turned to stone. Quietly you asked "W-what do you mean?" a little scared. "Well it's just that your being a little too close to the royal family, and I assumed you were a relative until I realized you don't really share any features with them. Then I wondered if you were a politician, then I remembered no politician ever allowed to share a plan with royalty in your country. Which leads to one possibility left, are you Carmedenon?" Your voice too scared to come out, the princess answered for you.

"Yes, she is indeed. I'm sorry she's little shy" hearing the answer everyone wanted to hear, the crowd's attention suddenly diverted to you. Throwing questions at you left, right front and center.

'You've been isolated for years, why now have you decided to open up?'

'Was this planned? Have you been thinking about doing this all along? How long have you thought about it before actually doing it?'

'Ms. Carmedenon! Is it true that you were tricked by your monarchy to come to this trip? How do you feel about it now that you're here?'

So many questions from so many people asking all at once, as you stand there shaking.

"I-I uhm uh-" was all you could manage to say before you mentally stopped working and just stood there as still as a statue. You don't remember much from what happened, all you know is that now you're in your designated space with your boss scolding her daughter for answering the question and causing you to be bambarded until you mentally broke.

After that scene, you just cooped yourself up in your hotel room the princess didn't bother you so much this time tho. Feeling bad for what happened in the airport, especially when you all found out it was caught in live TV. So you spent the days before the dreaded meeting in your room, dreading it. Those countries probably saw how much of a fool you made yourself out to be. But no matter, you're here now and there's no turning back. Might as well mentally prepare, but no matter how much you do so. One thought never left your mind: 'I wanna go home...'

Then meeting day came, and your nerves are through the roof!

"Ugh, stupid cowlick...why won't you flatten down?!" you complained as you try your darndest to brush down the stubborn strand of hair that stood in the middle of your head, leaning to it's left. "Perhaps your hair is meant to be that way, didn't you say your older brother had that to?" her highness as she watches you try to make your hair look its best.

"You think so? Well doesn't really, matter because it looks silly and I don't want it to be seen during such a formal event" you said continuing your hopeless quest of fixing it. "Why are you wearing glasses? Are you trying to look professional?" she further commented. To which you shook your head.

"No that 's not it, I read from somewhere that glasses make people look harmless. I left a dangerous impression then, I want to make a friendlier impression now. Lets just hope conversations will never be about war" you said as you adjust said lenses on your face. Business suit worn, glasses on, the car is prepared, you were physically ready.

As for being mentally ready...is another story.

In a blink of an eye you are now in fron of the designated building, no one's around since you were super late due to you caring a little too much about your physical appearance in an attempt to look friendlier. And also the fact that you really didn't want to go and you stalled for a really long while until the queen demanded you to go.

Well you're here now, there's no going back. Especially considering the fact that you're ride immediately left after you stepped foot out the door.

"Elinor must've instructed them to leave immediately after I got out, so that I won't be able to do a 180 and leave. Now I'm really stuck here..."

Collecting yourself and swallowing your fear, you finally started walking to the building and look for the meeting room. As you anxiously make your way to the designated meeting room, anxiety starts eating you up.

'What are they like? Did they saw me on tv that day? What do they think of me now after that embarassing fiasco? Do they think less of me now? Well atleast that would mean they won't fear me for sure, but still I still want to be respected! That little show is like a "kick me sign" for mockery! Oh God, I don't think I'll be able to even leave my own room if that's the case...'

You stopped on your step and contemplated hiding somewhere in the building and just wait this meeting out, since leaving wasn't an option in courtesy of your queen. But then, different kinds of thoughts start taking over your mind.

'But...that would be a waste wouldn't it? Elinor did everything just to get us to this point, there was massive protest over opening up our borders and the media tho aggressive did seem excited for me finally opening up to the world. And seeing how fascinated Elinor and the others were about everything in this country...maybe they're right- no, they are right. We do need this, I need this!'

The more the though went on the more your resolve becomes stronger, your pace once shy and unsure became braver and a bit excited even.

'It's time I stop depriving my citizens from experiencing the rest of the world, it's not fair to them. And who knows? Maybe the other nations aren't actually as bad as I imagined them to be.'

Now infront of the door of your destination, you take a breath and placed your hand against the fine wood. With one final thought crossing your mind that caused you to push through with the change as you push the door open.

'Besides, this country has the best pancakes I've ever had!'

And right when you swung the meeting room's door wide open, booming with confidence. A plate of pasta came flying at your direction and hit the wall right next to your head.

Part 3:

https://www.tumblr.com/mystermoose/735852921789579264/the-country-of-cunning-victorsis-an-anxious?source=share

#hetalia x reader #reader insert

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callsign-rockstar · 2 years

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Home is wherever I'm with you - P. Mitchell (part 2)

After two months of being apart, Maverick is finally back home. But for some reason, his wife wasn't home for those two months either, even when she stayed in their house and didn't go anywhere else. The wait is always worth it, she thinks. It's always worth it for her husband.

a/n: sorry it took me so long to post this😭 im so glad for you guys to finally read this and I really hope you all like it. it's late and I'm going to bed, so goodnight kisses to u all. the last one was really sad but u deserve happiness so here's this nice, happy, fluffy, anticipation fic <3

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July 16th. The sixteenth day of the seventh month of the was the day that y/n Mitchell would finally get to see her husband for the first time in two months. She had been so worried about him, waiting for updates every week but becoming anxious every morning about receiving a call that she never wanted to get. Knowing Maverick so well meant that she also knew how perfectly his call sign matched him, and that he was more than willing to take unimaginable risks that she didn’t even want to think about.

The night before she’d been restlessly walking around the house, unable to sleep. She had spent the last couple days making sure their house looked spotless, cleaning the dust off every surface, making everything perfectly organized, and stocking the fridge. Though she did it partly so Mav would feel at home when he was back, she mostly did it because she needed something to focus all her excitement into so she wouldn’t explode. So, instead of sleeping, she made sure every single nook and cranny had been accounted for. Before reaching the kitchen, she was far too sleepy and only peeked through the doorway with blurry eyes.

She woke up still feeling tired, but the knowledge that her husband was finally coming home after what felt like forever was the only thing she needed to get her out of bed. After having breakfast and taking a shower, she sat on their bed in a robe and her hair wrapped in a towel, waiting for the admiral’s call about the time the pilots would be arriving at the base.

The phone rang and she picked it up, not even letting it finish its first ring before she did.

“Hi, y/n. How are you, honey? Do you wanna come over? We can go pick up Nick and Pete up and go for dinner afterwards, if you want”, said Carole, on the other side of the line.

“Carole! I thought it was the admiral, but yes, I would love to.” Y/n answered.

Carole knew how hard it was for y/n when her husband left and she also knew that y/n needed a shoulder to lean on when he was either leaving or coming back. Frankly, though, she also wanted to have someone there with her today, and they spent a lot of time together when their husbands were gone.

“I’m going to finish getting ready and I’ll come over in like 20 minutes”, y/n said.

“Ok, see you soon!”, replied Carole, with a smile on her face that could be heard through the phone.

When they were off the phone, y/n got dressed, put some things in her purse and made a final walkthrough of the house. She knew that she would likely not be back home until after she and Carole picked their husbands up from the base, so she wanted to make sure everything was just right for when both her and Maverick came back home.

On the drive to Carole’s house, she turned up the radio and rolled the windows down, letting her hair flow in the wind and get tangled in her sunglasses. The roof of the car was down and she was smiling with the wind blowing in her face.

Then, as if in fate’s hands, the song that played on the radio as she was driving back home from her first date with Maverick came on again.

The sound filled her ears and made her mind slow down a little bit. It hit her once more than just in a few hours she’d be seeing her husband for the first time in months and it both terrified and calmed her all at once. She would always worry that maybe life back here was boring for Maverick when he came back from those high adrenaline missions he was sent on. She was scared that maybe she wasn’t enough sometimes, an irrational fear she had since marrying Pete. But even then, the smile that overtook her features softened and became a gesture filled with love and peace.

Pulling into Carole’s driveway, she could see her holding little Rooster on her hip. He had the biggest smile plastered across his face that matched Carole’s own.

Y/n got out of the car, Bradley running up to hug her legs and extending his arms so she would pick him up. Once he was on her hip, they went into the house and sat in the living room.

“Sorry the living room is kind of a mess, Bradley was playing with his toy planes because he says he wants to make daddy feel at home when he came back”, said Carole.

“God, he looks just like Goose, Carole”, y/n told her friend as Rooster was back at it, playing on the rug with his planes.

Carole made coffee for both her and Y/n, then sitting on the couch together to talk.

“Has the admiral called yet?”, asked Carole.

“I don’t think I’ve gotten a call yet. It’s making me nervous.”, y/n replied, looking down into her mug and swirling it around.

“Don’t worry, honey. You know he can call whenever. I’m sure they’re all fine, we would know already if they weren’t”, Carole replied, putting her arm on her friend’s shoulder.

30 minutes had barely passed when the house phone rang.

“Hello? Yes, this is she”, Carole answered.

“Alright, thank you very much! How is Maverick, by the way? I have a very concerned wife over here who wants to know”, she said, glancing at her friend who was now standing right next to her.

“Tell his wife that he’s just fine”, said the admiral, a little louder in hopes y/n would hear him.

“Alright, thank you very much. Bye!”, said Carole, hanging up the phone.

Sighing with relief, y/n sat back down.

“So, they’re supposed to get back at around 5:30”, said Carole.

A couple of hours had passed, the three had eaten lunch and Bradley had been down for a nap for around an hour. They were about to start the drive to the base because it was around half an hour and they definitely did not want to be late.

“I’m going to go get touched up”, said y/n, getting up and taking the makeup and hairbrush she had in her purse.

“I’m going to go wake Bradley up and get us ready too, because that kid can definitely be a piece of work”, laughed Carole.

Both women got up and went off to do their thing.

In the mirror, y/n looked herself in the eyes. She’d been waiting for this moment, dreaming about it. She needed it to be perfect. Her Mav was coming home and it had to go off without one single hitch so he could feel at home once he was back.

Her eyeliner was a little blurred so she redid it, she put some more blush on her cheeks, and decided to hold off on lip gloss until they were close. She took a step back, running her hair through her fingers and then deciding it needed brushing. She smoothed her white sundress out, taking deep breaths and smiling at her reflection.

Once Carole and Rooster were ready, the three left the house. Both cars pulled out of the driveway and made their way towards the base.

Once they were there, it was a waiting game. They got there 15 minutes early, and all Bradley wanted to do was stick his face into the huge windows to look at all the planes in their hangars and watch planes take off and land.

Y/n and Carole were sitting on a couch nearby, waiting for the announcement that the plane Mav and Goose were on had landed.

Those 15 minutes seemed to go back at a snails pace, and y/n was getting nervous, thinking the plane had been delayed, that they had crashed, anything.

But her thoughts came to a halt when a voice on the intercom announced that the pilots were ready to be picked up and were finally here.

Both women sprang up, and Bradley knew to run to them immediately. Approaching the room where Pete and Nick were to come out of, at least 15 other families were waiting there too. The air held an indescribable amount of excitement and love, the atmosphere that y/n loved so much, that calmed her nerves when she had to do this.

The pilots came out one by one, running to their families and disappearing into bear hugs and kisses.

Goose came out, prompting his wife and his son to run to his side and hug him. Carole was crying and Bradley was just begging to be picked up. Y/n smiled and cried too, she saw how happy the three were and it looked straight out of a movie.

The final aviator to come out was Maverick.

Time stopped for a second, everything went in slow motion and the world was perfect for a fleeting moment both of them wanted to cradle in their arms forever.

Seeing his wife run to him in slow motion, dress and hair flowing around and behind her, was the single most beautiful thing Maverick had ever seen. He would never, ever, grow tired of seeing her like that, of just watching pure beauty run towards him. And he knew that he was the luckiest man in the entire world.

She threw herself onto him, he lifted her up and spun her around. It all looked straight out of a movie, but it didn’t matter how it looked anyway because it felt perfect. And the two halves were finally back together to make a whole once more.

“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?”, Maverick asked, smiling at his wife.

“Oh shut up, Mav”, she replied with a smile, effectively making him go quiet with her lips on his.

“I missed you so much, Mrs. Mitchell”, he said.

“I doubt that you missed me much more than I missed you, Mr. Mitchell”, she replied.

“I really don’t think that’s true, hon. Especially not when I had to read the note you shoved in my pocket every single day. I read it before taking off, I read it when I landed, I read it when I woke up and before going to bed, I-”

“I think we get your point, Maverick. You didn’t do anything without that damn piece of paper”, interrupted Goose.

“If you knew what was on here, Goose, you’d know why.”, Maverick answered.

“Uncle Mav!”, exclaimed little Rooster.

“Hi Rooster, I missed you, little man”, said Maverick, picking the boy up and swinging him from side to side.

As the giggles and teary eyes quieted down, the 5 decided to head to a nearby restaurant to celebrate the guys’ arrival.

“Let me drive, honey”, said Maverick.

Y/n got in the passenger seat, putting on her glasses while Pete did the same. He turned the car on and stepped on the gas, his right hand finding a comfortable spot on y/n’s leg.

The sun was beginning to set and the summer air made everything all the more perfect. The pair sang along to the radio and laughed their way to the restaurant, smiling wider than they had in the last couple of months.

When they parked, Maverick sat there, not unlocking the car doors or even moving at all. He turned to look at his wife. She looked perfect. Her hair was messy and her smile was a bit lopsided, but she was perfect. In his eyes, she was beauty and beauty was her.

On the other side was y/n. She looked at her husband in pure admiration. He was so brave, he was so handsome. Even though he was sweating from the summer heat and his hair was all messed up, she thought he looked perfect, too. She knew he was hers and she couldn’t believe how lucky she was sometimes.

“Come on, Mav. After this, you can finally come home with me after so long.”, she said, looking back at her awestruck, and beautiful husband.

“Y/n, ever since I saw you, I was home. Like your note said, like our wedding song said, home is wherever I’m with you”, he said, followed by a long kiss.

P.S. if u wanna know what the note said, I imagine it going along the lines of the following:

Maverick, I want you to know that even though you’re the one going hundreds of miles away for two months, I’m not going to be home either. Well, it’s not like I’m leaving. More like my home is leaving me. Whenever I’m with you, things feel right, they feel complete. I feel safe in your arms. I feel more than loved and I love you more than I will ever be able to explain. So, while I’m not really going anywhere, I’m not really going to be home either. Because you are home. Pete, home is wherever I’m with you.

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feerthecoffeegirl · 1 year

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Don't mind me while I vent my SoapGhost comfort/fluff, thanks, uwu.

Also, TW for: suicide mention. possibly OOC, so, sorry!

-I told you... We were walkin' through a very tight alley, he suddenly started hyperventilating, he rushed out and then passed out, luckily no enemies around us, König helped me carry him back to base... I-I didn' know what else to do-. Soap said as he ran a hand through his hair, nervous and anxious of not knowing what had happened to Ghost, he'd never seen him like that and it scared him, to see one of the strongest people he knew so... Vulnerable.

-Thank you for the report Sargeant, I think your Lieutenant needs some peace and quiet-. Said Price with a hint of worry in his voice. He had known Ghost for years and this time he actually allowed himself to break down, which wasn't common in him.

-I...I'd like to see 'im captain...-. Soap murmured, hiding a blush and stood his ground -I need to make sure he's ok... Please-. Price eyed him, he knew what had been going on between those two for a while now.

-Go ahead Mactavish-. Price placed a hand on his shoulder and whispered in his ear.-If you break his heart, Mactavish, I'll make sure to break every bone in your body and then bury you alive....-. Soap swallowed and nodded as Price walked away from him.

Soap opened the door to the infirmary and walked towards Ghosts bed, quietly, thinking he might be sleeping... But no. Ghost was wide awake, mask off and staring at the ceiling.

- Lieutenant...I, how are you feeling?-. Soap whispered, avoiding eye contact, knowing Ghost isn't fond of people seeing him without his mask.

- You've seen me without a mask Johnny, you can look at me.-. Ghost said with a hoarse voice and closed his eyes. -I feel ashamed and stupid and I really just need a fucking break from everything-. Ghost muttered and placed his hands on his face, trying his best not to breakdown crying in front of Johnny, he was already embarrassed of having a panic attack in a tight alley way, but he had been having those nightmares again, being buried alive certainly damaged ones head for life.

-Simon... I, everyone is allowed to have a breakdown every once in a while, ya know? I'm sorry I was so useless when it happened-.

-Useless? Heh.- Ghost let out a snort and shook his head slowly, eyes still closed.- You are never useless, I really can't stress this enough Johnny, you are the only reason I'm still somewhat sane and alive, if not I would've called it quits years ago...-. The silence after that was visible, and palpable even. Ghost opened his eyes and saw a single tear rolling down Soap's cheek, feeling his chest contracting and full of regret. He had seen Soap angry, tired, fed up, sad even, but he never cried.

-Johnny I-. Ghost murmured sitting up .-I won't do it ...-.

- I need ye. Ye can't leave me here alone. I... Simon I need ye...-. Soap sobbed and broke down crying, trying to hide his head in his hands, completely losing it at the mere thought of Ghost dying, he was completely in love with the man ane couldn't see his life without him.

Ghost sighed, feeling terribly guilty for making Soap cry like that and slowly walked towards him, holding him tight in his arms.

-I got you... You got me?-. Ghost asked, whispering as he ran a hand up and down Soap's back.

-I got ye Simon-. Johnny said between sobs, holding Simon like his life depended on it. And it did, he would be lost without him, and so would Ghost.

-I love you Johnny-. Ghost whispered for the first time. He had felt it but never actually said it, he knew Johnny loved him too, but right now, Johnny needed to hear those words.

-I love ye too Simon-. Johnny whispered and leaned in to kiss Simon, slowly, taking in every feeling of Simon's lips against his own, of his taste, his smell. He needed to make sure he was still there.

-....Stay with me...?-. Ghost asked, his eyes half closed, looking at Johnny lovingly, his hands running up and down his back.

-Always.-.

AAAAH, THANKS FOR READING. ITS MY FIRST TIME WRITING HERE, HOPE Y'ALL LIKE IT.

Sorry again if it's OOC. 😭💀🧼

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