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#first time i realized he left a note on my writing i abt had an anxiety attack i think but then i read it and it was nice so
astrophileous · 1 year
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A Well-Kept Secret
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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female Reader
Synopsis: While working on a case in D.C., Spencer didn't expect to hear a familiar name being mentioned as the sole surviving witness. Or, in which the team discovers Spencer's well-kept secret.
Warning(s): established secret relationship, mentions and/or depictions of death/physical violence/gun violence/injury/attack, signs of trauma, survivor's guilt, curse words, hurt/comfort, nudity but it's not sexual, allusions to sexy times, mentions/implied alcohol consumption
Word Count: 5900-ish
Author's Note: hiya! I decided to write this lil piece after seeing the fic challenge posted by @imagining-in-the-margins abt the family/found family trope. I had a lotta fun writing this one and I think it's got potential to be something more. So pls comment or message me if you wanna see me exploring with this idea (either turning it into a series of connected one-shots or multi-parters). Don't forget to like/comment/reblog and give me a follow :) I hope you enjoy! 💞
Criminal Minds Masterlist
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When Hotch had notified the team to haul their asses up and drove all the way to D.C., Spencer never expected that it would also entail him having to suffer through a mini heart attack.
The series of attacks around D.C. had been dominating the 6 PM news segments in the entire country. What was initially perceived as a suspected sequence of robberies gone wrong--since the first two targets to have been hit were a bank and a prestigious auction house--soon turned into a nationwide panic as people realized that there was a bigger game at play.
After the third attack was found to have occurred in the headquarters of one of the top, up-and-coming renewable energy startups in the states, the D.C. police finally started to entertain the idea that perhaps they hadn't been dealing with their usual petty robbers at all.
And naturally, that was when the BAU had been called in.
As soon as the team entered the Metropolitan PD bullpen, they were struck with the smell of panic and the sight of chaos.
"Agent Hotchner?" A middle-aged man in a gray shirt and blue tie appeared in front of them. "My name is Detective Mills, we spoke on the phone."
"Of course, Detective." Hotch shook the other man's hand. "This is my team. Agent Prentiss, Jareau, and Dr. Reid. I have two others already at the latest crime scene. What can you tell us so far?"
"As you can see--" Detective Mills gestured towards the frenzied scene behind him, "--the entire D.C. area is going haywire after news broke out about yesterday's attack. The public is demanding the city to be put on lockdown, and I'm getting pressure from above as well. We received information that nearly half the city has called in sick today."
"A classic response to mass paranoia," Spencer noted.
"Well, paranoia or not, I just want to start getting some answers." Detective Mills began to lead the team further into the bullpen. "I have every pair of hands I could spare in this. If they aren't out there chasing leads, they're here interviewing the victims, friends, and families."
"Any luck so far?" Emily asked.
"Nothing more than what you've probably seen in the files."
Detective Mills pushed open the door to an office in the corner, away from the havoc in the center of the station.
"Lieutenant Jeffreys retired a couple of weeks ago. The lucky bastard." Detective Mills scoffed jokingly. "It's the most decent space I can spare at the moment. Think you'll be fine in here?"
"It's more than enough, Detective. Thank you," Hotch replied.
"What about the witnesses from yesterday's attack? Have you had the chance to interview them?" JJ asked as the rest of the team started setting up.
"Some of my men are with them right now. But I doubt they'll have anything useful. Just like the other two cases, the attack happened while most of the office was out. The rest left behind were DOA at the latest scene."
"They're rapidly devolving," Spencer pondered out loud as he skimmed over the case files. "They went from killing a non-compliant security guard during the first attack to executing almost every witness in the last one."
JJ raised an eyebrow. "Almost?"
"It says here there is one survivor." Spencer showed the word he had underlined in the case overview to JJ.
"Yes, there is," Detective Mills confirmed. "I had one of my men talk to her. There's not much she could give us. Thing is, she wasn't even supposed to be there."
"What do you mean?" Emily asked.
"She didn't work in that office. She was a consultant who just happened to be visiting. Poor girl's pretty shaken up. She hid in a supply closet the entire time. She was the one who found the bodies and called 911."
"So, the perpetrators never checked the rooms while they were holding the victims hostage?" Hotch questioned.
"Not according to her statement, no. See, I thought it weird myself. Do you have any idea why?"
"Not sure." Hotch hummed, deep in thought. "Perhaps our UnSubs didn't think to check because they didn't know someone was in there. Detective, you said all of the victims were the only employees of the company who didn't attend the event downtown, correct?"
"Yeah, they were the only ones who weren't listed as attendees. Why? Do you think those people were specifically targeted?"
"Unfortunately, we can't rule out anything yet this early in the investigation," Hotch said. "We need to talk to the witnesses to know more. JJ?"
"On it." JJ nodded. "What can you tell us about yesterday's sole survivor, Detective?"
"Not much. I didn't interview her personally, one of my men did. She works at a consulting engineering firm in town," Detective Mills replied. "I believe her name is... what is it called?"
When Detective Mills mentioned the name, Spencer's heart instantly crashed inside of its cage.
"What?" His hand had stopped scribbling on the board. In a matter of miliseconds, Spencer had crossed the room towards the doorway where Detective Mills was standing. "What did you say her name was?"
Dumbfounded, the detective stared at a dread-stricken Spencer before spelling out the name once more.
"Why? What's wrong?" Detective Mills asked in confusion.
JJ touched Spencer's shoulder. "Hey, you okay?"
But Spencer, either too alarmed or merely choosing not to acknowledge both questions, asked instead, "Where is she? I need to see her."
"In the waiting room by the pantry--"
Spencer didn't even wait for Detective Mills to form his complete thought before dashing out. JJ exchanged a glance with Emily following Spencer's sudden exit, perplexed by his odd turn of behavior.
"I'll go get him," JJ announced before leaving the room, chasing after a flurry of wavy hair and a wool-knitted purple vest sprinting across the bullpen.
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The roaring commotion inside the station was almost loud enough to rival the intensity of your racing thoughts.
Almost.
At this point, you didn't think there was anything you could do anymore. The vivid images from yesterday's attack were playing continuously in your head. There was nothing you could do to stop them.
Rubbing your eyes from exhaustion, you mourned the loss of sleep that you failed to get the previous night. As if the waking nightmares weren't torment enough, the images had somehow translated even more cruelly into your subconscious. You could barely close your eyes for three seconds without feeling like you had been brought back to that place.
Cold, cramped, and alone. Fearing for your life in the tiny supply closet that smelled more like death than bleach.
At the sound of the door opening, you quickly turned around in your seat to hide your face away from prying eyes. The last thing you needed at that moment was having a complete stranger seeing you fall apart in the middle of a police station.
But when the voice came carrying the sound of your name, it wasn't the voice of a complete stranger you had heard. It was a voice you knew more than you probably knew your own. A voice you loved and a voice you had longed to hear for the past gruesome twenty-four hours.
"Spencer?" You turned back towards the door, seeing the face you adored most in the whole world staring back at you.
"Sweetheart."
At the speed of a lightning, Spencer dropped to his knees in front of you and gathered your broken little pieces into his arms.
Spencer's touch was everywhere. Your hair, your neck, your shoulders. As if he was checking whether you were real. That you were actually there inside his arms, and you were not a simple imagination that his mind had conjured up.
Surrounded by the safety of his embrace, you could feel the shattered pieces of yourself beginning to mend once more.
"Spencer," you uttered his name again as you pulled away, still in disbelief that he was physically there with you.
"I'm here," he promised you as he cupped your face gently.
"Spencer, what are you... How..."
"My team is working your case. We arrived half an hour ago," he explained simply. "Sunshine, why didn't you tell me? I thought you were still in Alaska?"
You had previously apprised Spencer that you would be hard to reach during your trip since you would be spending most of your time at the power plant site where cellphone receptions were scarce. So when an entire day went by without him ever hearing from you, Spencer didn't have any reason to be worried.
Never in a million years would he have ever predicted that you'd be caught in the middle of a hostage situation.
That thought alone caused Spencer to squeeze your hand a little tighter than usual.
"I'm sorry, Spence," you said sincerely. "My trip ended earlier than planned. I arrived back yesterday morning. I actually wanted to surprise you last night. After yesterday's... incident, I wanted to call you, but my phone was shot--"
"Wait, what? You were shot?"
"No! No, baby. Not me. Just my phone," you assured him. "But that's why I couldn't call. I did attempt you once using this station's phone, but it went straight to voicemail."
At the new piece of information, the colors immediately drained from Spencer's face.
"That was you? Fuck. I didn't--I didn't know. I rejected the call because I didn't know it was you."
"Hey." You stopped his guilty rambling with a hand to his cheek. "It's okay. I'm okay. I'm just glad you're here."
And then, because Spencer needed to make sure that you really were okay, he pulled you back into his arms and held you even tighter this time.
"Uh, Spence?"
The sound in the doorway snapped you both out of your mutual reverie. You looked up to see a blonde woman there, staring in an equal mixture of shock and confusion at the sight in front of her.
Spencer begrudgingly untangled himself from your arms before getting up to approach her.
"JJ, do you mind if I do the cognitive for this one?" Spencer asked.
The woman--JJ-- shifted her eyes a few times between you and Spencer. "Um, of course. I'll just go and inform Hotch. Tell us if you need anything."
After JJ's departure, Spencer closed the door again to award you both a much needed privacy.
He grabbed a wooden chair from the corner and dragged it before sitting down right in front of you.
"I need to start the interview now, sweetheart. Think you're up for it?"
Your whole body went rigid for a matter of seconds before you forced it to restart again. It was gone as soon as it came, but Spencer noticed it just the same.
"Look at me," Spencer ordered softly, using his delicate finger to nudge your face up until he was looking straight into your eyes. "I know it's scary. I don't want you to have to relive yesterday either, but it will help us catch whoever did this."
"I've told the police everything I knew yesterday. I was hiding the entire time." Like a coward. "I didn't see anything. I don't have anything else that could help you."
"I know that, sunshine. But as I've told you before, our method is slightly different. We won't be just focusing on what you saw, but also what you smelled, or maybe even heard." Spencer took your hands then, squeezing affectionately. "I'll be here with you the entire time."
The nod you gave him was hesitant, but it was a start nonetheless. You listened intently to Spencer's words and closed your eyes just as he had instructed.
"We'll start at the beginning," you heard him say. "Why don't you tell me why you went there yesterday?"
"I, uh, received a call from my friend, Nick, after my plane landed. We had been communicating back and forth since his company seeked my consultation for one of their upcoming projects," you began. "I wasn't even supposed to work because I had requested the day off. But Nick said it didn't have to be a formal meeting, so I agreed to meet him."
"Tell me what you remember after arriving at the office."
Your mind traveled back to that specific time one day prior. You remembered walking into the place and seeing its unusual state of vacancy even though there was still a good half an hour left before lunchtime.
"I just assumed everyone had gone to lunch earlier and shrugged it off," you recalled.
Spencer nodded his head. "Did anything else strike you as out of the ordinary?"
"No? I don't... I don't know. It was only my second time being there, I'm not sure what was normal and what wasn't."
"Okay. That's okay. You're doing good so far, sweetheart," Spencer quickly interjected, trying to get you to calm down before your distress could turn into a full-blown panic. "Now, what did you do next?"
"I followed Nick into his office."
Nick was keeping his promise true. It hadn't felt like a formal meeting, just two old college buddies reminiscing about the past and discussing possibilities of the future that, of course, included the company's upcoming project which you would be working on with him.
"I excused myself to the bathroom at some point," you added. "When I first heard the commotion, I thought nothing of it. It's like the idea that a group full of armed men had taken over the building didn't even cross my mind. I mean, why would it? I was on my way back to Nick's office when I saw them."
You recalled turning a corner after exiting the bathroom only to see those figures carrying machine guns and shouting at everyone to get on their knees or put their hands above their heads. You remembered sprinting the way you had come from and opening the first door you could reach that just happened to be the supply closet.
"Let's go back to the moment you saw them," Spencer urged gently. "How many people were there? Do you remember any conspicuous detail? Maybe one of them had tattoos or spoke with an accent. Anything that distinguished them."
Taking a deep breath, you tried replaying those crucial seconds slowly in your head.
"There were four of them. I couldn't see much. They were all wearing identical black clothes."
Suddenly, an unexpected piece of memory rushed to the front of your mind. You opened your eyes in shock, meeting Spencer's curious gaze that had been kept intently on you the entire time.
"I think at least one of them is a woman," you told him.
Spencer's eyebrows rose in surprise. "Are you sure?"
"One of the guys said something about... fucking this place up. And then she laughed. I heard her. It was definitely a female laugh."
"Good. That's good."
"Yeah? Do you think it'll help?"
Spencer nodded assuredly, bringing his hand to leave calming strokes on your head. "I know it will. You've done a great job, sweetheart. I'm proud of you."
The praise Spencer gave eased the tension in your shoulders. As if having been granted fresh air after decades of confinement, you were finally able to let yourself breathe again.
Spencer continued his loving strokes on your head. Little by little, the weight of his touch melted the resolve you had built into a pathetic puddle on the floor. Without its mental shield protecting you, your tears sped forward, gathering in your eyes until they spilled on the vast path down your cheeks.
"Hey, hey." Spencer's voice was laden with panic after seeing you start to cry. "Sunshine, what is it? What's wrong? Talk to me."
"I-I just... God." You struggled to get the words out in between sobs. "I'm a coward, Spencer."
"What?"
"All of those people... They died because I was a fucking coward."
Your admission tore into the air before stabbing Spencer right through his chest.
"Sweetheart, you know that's not true."
"But it is!" you cried out, pulling away from Spencer's grounding hold around your shaking body in favor of your own arms. "I was a coward. I ran and hid because I was too scared to die. Too scared to fight. If I had just tried a little harder, I could've called for help. That way, maybe all of those people wouldn't... And Nick wouldn't..."
A haunting image flashed behind your eyes. The image of Nick's limp and lifeless body on the floor, among those of the others. You remembered crying next to him, punching his chest, body, and arm despite having seen the gunshot wound on his forehead. It took you another five minutes before you eventually managed to gather yourself together, found a phone, and dialed 911.
Not that it made any difference. They were all already dead.
Spencer could hear his heart breaking at the sight of you curling into yourself, recoiling from his touch because you somehow believed you didn't deserve his affection at that moment. If Spencer could just transfer all of your pain towards him, he would. Seeing you beat yourself up that way over something that happened and was done to you was the worst kind of torture he ever had to endure in life.
And Spencer had been through more kinds of torture than the general population in the world.
Deciding that he had seen enough of your self-deprecating torment, he reclaimed your hands inside of his palms and urged you to look at him.
"Are you hearing yourself right now?" Spencer asked incredulously. "How can you even think that way? Sweetheart, what happened to those people, to Nick, it is not your fault."
"B-but, if I hadn't run away--"
"Then you would've died, too," he cut you off. "Sunshine, there were four of them with machine guns. No one stood a single chance against them. Those people were there to kill. There was nothing you could've done."
It was a hard pill to swallow, but Spencer needed you to hear it.
He needed you to know the truth no matter how unacceptable it was.
"If you hadn't hid from them, we would've found seven bodies there instead of six. And I--" Spencer took a shuddering breath, "--I would've lost you."
Your shoulders deflated at his revelation. "Spence--"
"So please--" he searched your eyes then, using his thumb to sweep away the remaining tears under your eyes, "--stop holding yourself accountable. I promise I will do everything I can to find those people and make them pay for what they did."
Spencer's vow triggered a new wave of tears that compelled you to sink into his awaiting arms. He let you stay there until you had cried your tears dry. It was something he also secretly needed for himself after suffering through the short-lived horror over the mention of your name in relation to the heinous case. He just needed to make sure that you were okay.
A few minutes passed by with you in his arms. Eventually, Spencer had to tear himself away to finish his job. He asked you to wait as he wrapped up the transcript of your cognitive interview, along with his professional report over it.
"I need to run somewhere real quick. I promise to be back in a couple of hours," he notified JJ as he handed her the interview report. "Tell Hotch for me? Thanks."
Without waiting for his friend's reply, Spencer rushed back to the waiting room before leading you out to take you home.
Back at your apartment, Spencer guided you towards the direction of your bathroom as soon as you had stepped into the threshold.
"Are you trying to get me naked, Spencer?" you remarked playfully after he refused to let you take your clothes off yourself.
"Yes." The gleaming mischief in your eyes caused him to flick your nose lightly. "Just to get you ready for your bath. Get your head straight, will you?"
You scoffed at his back as he turned around to check the water temperature in the tub.
Once you were submerged safely inside, Spencer left the bathroom to give you some privacy. Meanwhile, he began rummaging through your drawers to pull out a change of clothes, a towel, and a clean sheet for your bed.
By the time you exited, Spencer had changed your bedsheets and lit one of your favorite candles on the bedside table. He asked you to sit down on the bed as he kneeled before you, helping you put on the pajamas he had picked out with little prints of sunflowers on them.
None of Spencer's touches were sexual. They swept over your skin with the care of an artist handling their most precious work. When his eyes found yours, you swore you could almost cry from the intense adoration that seemed to shine so brightly out of them.
As he guided you to lie on the bed, you were surprised to see him following suit. He got under the covers with you, pulling you close to tangle every inch of your limbs with his.
"I love you, Spencer," you admitted to his chest, heart heavy with the deep appreciation and overwhelming affection for the man beside you.
Spencer looked down at your confession, finding his favorite pair of eyes already looking earnestly at him. Instinctively, he reached for your chin with his fingers, tugging your face upward until he could capture your lips with his.
The kiss was slow. Careful. Filled with silent promises and discreet reassurances. When you both parted, Spencer didn't pull himself away. Instead, he let his forehead touch yours while his eyes stayed closed.
"Will you be here when I wake up?" you asked quietly.
"Yes, sweetheart. Now go to sleep."
Although the two of you knew his answer was a lie, you both chose to pretend otherwise. You knew Spencer still had responsibilities to fulfill, along with a promise to you that he intended to keep. You knew that when you woke up later that evening, Spencer would already be long gone, and you would be forced to bask in the traces of himself that he had left behind.
But for now, Spencer was still there, in the comfort of your bedroom, lying on the bed next to you. And that knowledge alone was good enough for you to finally drift further into the land of sleep, surrounded by the warmth of Spencer's loving embrace.
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"I'm telling you," JJ insisted, looking at her entire team minus Spencer and Hotch. "There was definitely something going on between them. Why else would he request to take over the cognitive for me?"
"Maybe he was feeling generous," Rossi deadpanned, earning an unimpressed glare from JJ.
It had been a full week since the BAU team had arrived in D.C. to investigate the series of gun attacks in the city. Just the day prior, they had successfully made their fourth arrest, bringing this case to yet another satisfying conclusion in the eye of justice.
If nothing else was amiss, they should have been on their way back to Quantico in less than an hour. In the meantime, though, JJ felt obliged to gather her team members in the middle of the bullpen to share her suspicion about a certain scene she had accidentally caught on their first day working the case.
"Pretty boy did seem more emotionally involved in this case than he usually does, though," Derek pointed out.
"Right? Right?" JJ replied almost too enthusiastically. "Come on, aren't you guys at least half as curious as I am about who this mystery girl might be? Don't you wanna try finding out who she is while we're still here?"
They all stared at each other in hesitation.
"Or, we could just ask Spencer directly and let him explain?" Emily suggested, receiving incredulous looks from the other three in response. "Yeah, you're right. What did you say her name was again?"
"I don't remember," JJ answered.
"It must be listed in the files somewhere, right?" Derek immediately sprung into action, reaching towards the scattered case files that might contain the name they were looking for.
"Just to be clear, I am not taking any part in this." Rossi sighed.
"Got it!" Derek waved the offending file in hand, giving it to JJ, who instantly began skimming over it.
"Alright. Says here that her name is..."
JJ read the name aloud when unexpectedly, an answering sound sprouted from behind them.
"Yes?"
Every single one of them turned in shock at your voice. You smiled at their wide-eyed expressions, waving your hand a little awkwardly in the air.
"You!" JJ exclaimed.
"Me?"
Emily nudged JJ in the ribs, making the blonde woman wince.
"Y-you're the witness from the startup case, right?" JJ said, trying to rectify the situation.
"That's me."
"What can we do for you, Miss?" Rossi asked, stepping forward and away from the rest of the group.
"I'm actually looking for Spencer. Do you know where he might be?"
"Spencer Reid? You know Reid?" Emily asked.
Before you had the chance to reply, the man in question came strolling into the bullpen, rambling animatedly to Hotch who was walking beside him. The moment Spencer caught sight of you, though, he immediately abandoned Hotch's side and rushed towards where you were standing.
"Hey, what are you doing here?"
"Looking for you, of course," you told him, fitting yourself easily into Spencer's side as his arm went around your waist. "Hi, Hotch."
The older man called your name in greeting. "I got your message. You wanted to talk to me?"
"I wanted to ask you--well, all of you, actually--" you glanced around at the other team members, "--if maybe you all would let me treat you to lunch? As a thank you for your hard work on the case."
Hotch nodded in response. "It's fine with me. We don't have to be back until tonight, anyway. Everyone?"
Instead of replying to your offer, Emily voiced aloud the question that was circling everyone's mind.
"You know her?" Emily looked at Hotch before dragging her eyes away towards you. "And you know him? You know each other? How?"
You gazed up at Spencer's eyes, seeing them shining with the same mirth as the one you felt dancing in your stomach.
"I guess this is supposed to be the part where I introduce myself, isn't it?" You chuckled.
Extending your palm, you shook each of their hands while telling them your name, them responding back with theirs even though you already knew who was who long before you had even met them.
"I still don't understand," JJ admitted after you finished shaking her hand. "How did you know Spencer and Hotch?"
Once again, you looked into Spencer's eyes, a question bouncing around in yours. Spencer's nod of affirmation was the only go-ahead you needed.
It's time.
"I'm Spencer's girlfriend."
"She's my wife."
You turned your head towards Spencer in shock.
In front of you, Spencer's teammates were causing an uproar.
"Wait, what?" Emily stared dumbfoundedly.
"You have a girlfriend?" Derek asked in disbelief.
"You're married?!" JJ shrieked.
"Hold on a second," Rossi interjected, holding his palms out as if to tell everyone to stand down and calm themselves. "So which one is it? Girlfriend or wife?"
And that was how you found yourself sitting in the private VIP room of your favorite restaurant in the city with some of Spencer's closest people on earth.
"That's the craziest story I've ever heard," Emily pondered in astonishment.
Rossi, Derek, and JJ were all wearing an identical look on each of their faces after hearing the story of how you and Spencer met: by drunkenly getting married in Vegas after only knowing each other for barely one night when you both weren't even twenty-two yet.
"If someone were to tell me yesterday that there's another member of this team who also went to get married while drunk in Vegas, I would have never even thought of mentioning Spencer's name," JJ mused.
At your curious expression, Spencer explained, "Rossi also got drunkenly married in Vegas to his third ex-wife,"
"Why didn't you two get a divorce?" Emily suddenly asked.
It was something that everyone who knew about your situation with Spencer had questioned at one point or another. The real answer was because you and Spencer had both been reluctant to go through the nasty and lengthy legal process of getting a divorce. Therefore, you decided to part ways without doing anything about it, vowing to only track each other down if one of you ever needed to end the bond because of another impending marriage or any other urgent matter.
But that reason alone was usually not enough to appease people's curiosity. And over the years, you and Spencer had poked fun over that particular fact by coming up with the most outrageous lie you could muster up.
"She wanted to get a divorce," Spencer fabricated smoothly. "I persuaded her otherwise because I had this inkling that someday we were gonna fall in love."
Usually, any other people would coo sweetly at Spencer's statememt.
But these weren't any other people. These people were Spencer's family in more ways except flesh and blood, and even without their profiling skills, you knew they could see right through Spencer's little deception.
"That sounds like bullshit to me. Doesn't that sound like bullshit to you?" Emily asked, turning to JJ for support.
"Yeah, that was bullshit, alright," JJ claimed vehemently, prompting an innocent-looking grin from Spencer and a series of chuckles from everyone else.
"When did you two start dating, then?" Rossi spoke up from one end of the table.
"About two years after Vegas, right?" you estimated, to which Spencer nodded in confirmation. "He strolled into my place of work while he was on a case, and then he asked me out."
Derek sat up on his seat after hearing the new information. "Wait, when was this? Why didn't I know about this?"
"The beginning of my second year in the BAU," Spencer offered. "Elle knew."
"Elle? Elle Greenway? You told Elle but not me?" Derek looked offended.
Spender shrugged nonchalantly. "Elle was assigned with me that day."
"Unbelievable." Derek slumped back down in his chair. "Penelope is gonna freak when she finds out what she missed today."
"Penelope? Oh, she already knows," you told him.
That revelation earned a collective disbelief look across the entire table.
"Yeah... I, uh," you cleared your throat, "I actually just went shopping with her two weeks ago."
"You've got to be kidding me," Emily muttered.
"You told Penelope but not me?" Derek sounded hurt as he pointed his accusatory stare at Spencer. "You even told Hotch!"
"I didn't tell Garcia. She dug through my history and found it out herself. Had to bribe her with candies and chocolates for a whole month to keep her quiet," Spencer grumbled. "And I had to tell Hotch. We needed to add her number to my emergency contact list."
Despite Spencer's concise explanation, Derek still seemed unsatisfied by the whole ordeal.
"How long have you known?" he finally decided to ask Hotch.
"A while," the man answered from his seat at the opposite end of the table from Rossi. "They even babysat Jack a few times for me."
"I don't believe this," Derek scowled. "Pretty boy's got himself a girl for the last six years, and I never knew? Outrageous."
"Technically, we've been married even longer than that," Spencer responded, as if he was unaware of the imminent glower that Derek was sending his way. "Eight years since Vegas."
"That's longer than any of my marriage," Rossi remarked before sipping his drink.
The laugh that resonated upon Rossi's little comment elicited an affectionate smile on your lips.
"So, you live in D.C., then?" JJ asked, at last stirring the conversation away from the topic of your and Spencer's secret marriage-slash-relationship.
"I do, yeah. But most of the time, I live out of my suitcase," you answered. "My firm has clients all over the country. A few overseas, as well. I'm lucky if I even get to have an entire week to sleep uninterrupted in my own bed."
Even then, you truthfully quite enjoyed the work you had to do. You didn't mind having to travel some place new every other week. In fact, you somehow believed that your constant need to travel for your job, and Spencer for his, was one of the reasons why the two of you worked so well together.
Although people might think that two adults who had to travel for a living were a recipe for a disastrous relationship, you and Spencer had so far proven otherwise. Because of your respective schedules, you could sympathize more with the other anytime they had to go somewhere urgent for work. It only made you savor every single second you spent together because of how much precious each one of them became.
The rest of lunch unraveled with the same bucket of smiles, jokes, and laughter. It felt good to finally tell the few people who meant the world in Spencer's life the truth about your relationship. It was also a huge relief to see them opening their arms and welcoming you into the family without an ounce of hesitation.
"Hotch?" Spencer called out after everyone exited the restaurant. "Will it be okay if I stay in the city for one more night?"
"As long as you promise to be back for tomorrow's briefing," Hotch reminded sternly, but the meaningful look he passed over you before he entered his vehicle spoke of a thousand things left unsaid.
"It was so nice meeting you," JJ said as she took you in her arms. "And I'm sorry again about your friend."
"Thank you. And thanks for all of your hard work in catching those guys."
"Of course, it's what we do." JJ smiled as she pulled away. "Invite me and Emily the next time you and Penelope hang out, okay?"
"Will do," you promised.
You watched as every single one of them scrambled into the two black SUVs, waving your goodbye until the cars drove out of your sight.
"I think that went well," you commented before looking up at Spencer. "Do you?"
"I think it went as well as it could."
"So--" you began, circling your arms around Spencer's neck, "--we have more than twelve hours until you're expected back at Quantico. What do you wanna do?"
Spencer nudged your nose with his. "I can think of a few activities we can partake in."
"Really?"
"Really."
Just as he was a hairbreadth away from pressing his lips to yours, you suddenly tore yourself out of Spencer's arms.
"Like getting some frozen yogurts?" you asked giddily, smirking at the dumbfounded look that you managed to put on Spencer's face.
"Fine. Let's go get some frozen yogurts."
Spencer had to hide his amused grin at your elated squeals. He was more than content at that moment to let you produce those addictive sounds at the mere prospect of frozen yogurts.
But later that night, he had a whole different set of activities lined up to pull those same sounds out of you once more.
And it might or might not potentially involve an entirely different yet creative use of frozen yogurts as well.
Spencer simply just hadn't decided yet.
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transmascaraa · 3 months
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gaming headcannons!
he's liked you for a while now...
crush!gaming x gn!reader
author's note: sorry this took a while lmao i was too lazy to write anything. it might be ooc but oh well i js really like him and he's so skrunkly omgshhfhs and i wanna do a gf furina x reader FANFIC for a christmas special or smthn😍 i'm too insecure abt my writing skills like for fanfics but i hope it comes out good🤷 anyways, enjoy👍
"so you see, i've been dealing with a strange feeling ever since we've met..."
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-he would be all over you already at the first eye contact you two made
-he was really energetic when he met you
-oversharing about himself, talking constantly and giving you a compliment every now and then
-you kinda fell for him too, but didn't think much of his actions(you were a little blind)
-he tried flirting a couple of times and it made you blush but again, you were a pessimist.
-but he had high hopes on you loving him just by the look you gave him
-so after a while of knowing eachother, you guys met at the lantern rite, a small place near a little lantern shop
-"hey y/n!" he waved and smiled brightly at you
-"oh, hey gaming!" you replied, walking towards him and smiling in return
-he was head over heels for you, trust me.
-not like you weren't for him.
-the two of you chit-chatted for a little bit, just enough for him to get comfortable in the conversation.
-"hey, also, i see the people getting prepared for launching the lanterns, do you have yours?"
-"yup, let's go!" you exclaimed as you unconsciously grabbed his hand, making him blush a bit
-getting to a place with not too many people there, you finally started lighting up your lanterns, whispering your wishes to them and slowly allowing them to fly high up in the sky, making your wishes come true.
-the sky was covered in lanterns.
-little lights.
-little yellow dots.
-until they couldn't be seen anymore.
-while you were looking at them, he was looking at you.
-your eyes shining in such adoration as you looked at them.
-his shined too, but not for the lanterns.
-for you.
-finally, you looked back at him.
-"wow, that was so beautiful..." you softly said to him.
-he only had a few seconds to think before replying.
-now or never.
-now or never.
-now or never.
-"but not more beautiful than the person standing right in front of me."
-one could say that there was a smile on his face.
-but a Mona Lisa type of smile.
-you blushed and hid your face.
-"w-what?..." you were too shy for this.
-no way he actually said that.
-you were dreaming.
-"i'm being serious... i've..."
-*sigh*
-"i've liked you for quite a long time now..." he shyly said.
-"but it's up to you if you wanna try..."
-he was so insecure.
-he was looking down the whole time, not even realizing that you were ready to look him in the eyes and answer
-"gaming..." you said, voice barely above a whisper.
-"h-huh?" he looked up, his eyes meeting your eyes.
-eye contact.
-he trusts you.
-you trust him.
-"i like you too..." you put your hand on his cheek and gently caressed it with your thumb.
-he was left speechless.
-his face was burning.
-his heart going 1000 miles per hour.
-"y-you do?"
-"yes, gaming, i'd like to try this. only with you." you were looking at him with a hopeful look.
-"thank you, my dear..." and before you could say anything else, he had his forehead pressed against yours.
-so... close.
-"i love you..." he whispered, blushing so hard.
-"i love you too..." and with that, your lips met in a soft, true, kiss.
-your wishes came true.
-now you surely know what to wish for next year...
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this won the poll and when i have the motivation i'll do this similar confession but with dahlia. BUT FURINA FOR CHRISTMAS FIRST.
TYSM GUYS FOR SO MANY LIKES ON MY RECENT POSTS I'M GOING INSANE.
ily all sm also this gaming guy is adorable omfg
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belovedwhore · 1 year
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pretty boy pt 2
ethan landry x reader
warnings: little bit of plot, smut obv, fingering, “dry” humping, ethan lowkey sub
notes: here’s a part 2, it’s high key shit but imma post it anyways, this will prolly be a series of the reader basically hooking up with ethan since he’s all virgin and innocent etc so they’ll always be smut and sex eventually, just building up to it
as always lmk if you like it and if there’s anything else you’d like me to write abt ethan i am open to prompt suggestions
pt 1 , pt 2 , pt 3 , pt 4 , pt 5 , pt 6
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after successfully sneaking out of the room and rejoining the others you all left the party. strolling on the sidewalk alongside chad and mindy you realized that sam, tara’s sister, had joined our group during some point in the night and her and tara were screaming at each other at this moment. the argument got cut short as a group of girls walked by sam, one throwing her drink on her along with a string of rude, degrading remarks regarding her theorized part in the woodsboro murders. time to go fucking home you thought. after what felt like forever you guys arrived to the apartment where you all decided to sleep. mindy and anika were sleeping on the couch together and sam was gonna room with their roommate quinn, leaving you and tara in her bedroom and chad and ethan in sam’s. as the two of you went into the room to change into comfier clothes you filled her in our the events of your nights.
“wait you’re telling me the whole time you were gone you were hooking up with ethan,” tara asked truly shocked.
“yes i’m just as surprised as you are,” you laughed pulling on the sleeveless white crop top to go with your pink pajama shorts.
“and i also have a favor to ask t.”
“oh god what is it,” she answered curiously.
“will you share a bed with chad so i can share one with ethan please please pleaseeee,” you begged playfully on your knees, “cmon i know you’ve liked chad for a while now now’s your chance.”
“oh yea like this is about me and not your desperate desire for dick.”
“hey the heart wants what it wants,” you shrugged.
“fine. go over to sams room and send chad over and please try not to be loud,” she gave in.
“thank you thank you thank youuuuu,” you exclaimed pulling your friend into a hug.
“yea yea get outta here sex demon,” she playfully shoved you off.
you left tara’s room and crossed the hall, letting yourself into sam’s room as you flung the door open to find the two boys sitting on the bed together.
“bye chad you’re sleeping in tara’s room,” you smiled waving goodbye.
“huh” he questioned.
ethan simply looked at you dumbfounded.
“you heard me the first time now love you bye,” you chirped as you held out the door for him.
“yea fuck you,” he chirped back leaving while flicking you off.
after he left you closed the door, locked it, and jumped into bed alongside ethan who was already bright red blushing.
“hey pretty boy.”
“h-hi.”
he was still nervous around you as if you didn’t cum all over his fingers and he didn’t cum all over your stomach.
“you don’t have to be so shaky you know, i think we’re past all that after tonight,” you said, “are you like this everytime you hookup with someone?”
“I’ve never hooked up with anyone before” he whispered almost to hide the fact.
“no way, you’re ripped and hot and your fingers work pretty good for someone who doesn’t get with other girls,” you inquired.
“tonight was my first type of anything, i’ve never had a,” he says hushed, “handjob before.”
“huh no wonder you came so much,” you spoke aloud.
“shhhh they might hear you,” he pleaded.
you climbed slightly on his chest, bringing your face to his now red with shyness, “you’re cute when you’re embarrassed, of course there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. i liked tonight.”
you kissed him passionately, slow while your lips molded together and this time his tongue parted your lips to enter into your mouth. you moaned into the kiss, for someone who’s never hooked up with anyone he was good. you felt ethan’s hands travel to the curve of your ass, massaging the skin as you could feel his growing member underneath your body. you traced his abs with your hand, running through the ridges and toying with his waistband. you felt his hips buck under your touch and the size of his dick was so enticing but you didn’t want to have sex with him now you wanted to show him other things.
you broke away from the kiss, looking at his big brown eyes licking your lips, “i wanna try something with you.”
you turned over so you were facing the wall and you could practically hear ethan’s confusion, not hearing his side of the bed shift.
“ethan c’mere right up behind me i’m sure you know how to cuddle someone,” you teased.
“oh yeah yeah i knew that,” he rambled while shifting closer to you in the center of the bed.
you felt him getting closer the closer until he stopped still an inch of two away. you backed up until your back was flushed against his own. you turned back and kissed him at the slightly awkward angle. as your lips were intertwined you brought his arm over your body and into your panties. you squirmed at the feeling of his fingers near you cunt once again as he shuddered from the feeling of touching your cunt again. breaking the kiss you looked down at the two hands massaging your mound,
“look ethan,” you whispered, “you gotta look.”
he obeyed your command as you felt his head next to yours as he assumed the same view as you. you guided his hand through your pussy, gliding through the folds as you grew wetter and around your clit as it grew swollen. wanting to leave him on his own you withdrew your hand and asked him, “do you wanna play with my pussy or should we just go to sleep.”
your dirty words really took a toll on his composure. he groaned in your ear hearing you words nodding against your skin.
“you have to say it ethan,” you turned breathless as he was still massaging your clit, “can’t hear you.”
“wanna-,” he whispered, “play with your pussy.”
“good-,” you began to speak but were interrupted by a gasp as his fingers entered your cunt suddenly.
he fingered you rapidly, his knuckles hitting the base of your cunt with his fingers curling to repeatedly press on your bundle of nerves. with every pound into your cunt you felt ethan’s length pressed against your ass, moved to the same rhythm as his fingers trying to relieve some pressure.
“slo-slow down, just a minute” you cooed into his ear.
“i can feel your dick rubbing against my ass,” you teased as you grinded on his strained length.
he grunted at the pressured contact finding him continuing the movements while you grinded on him.
“there you go, now you speed up, i speed up ok, at your pace.”
you felt him nod behind you, his head against your back as you helped him relieve pressure in his cock. you felt him beginning to work his fingers inside you again, slowly building up speed, so you picked up speed grinding harder and faster onto his dick. the two of you moaned and panted as the other pleasured you, fingers ramming into your cunt and your ass working his clothed cock in his boxers. you slightly lifted your leg allowing for ethan to hit a whole nother angle, slamming into your pussy at an unfathomed speed you froze and gasped as your climax quickly approached.
“oh my- ethan fuck-,” and just as the words left your mouth your orgasm completely ripped through you, shooting your release onto his fingers and inside your panties as you clenched around his fingers inside of you. you were breathless unable to let out a string of profanities only saying ethan’s name as you came shamelessly.
you turned over quickly kissing him passionately as you climbed onto his lap sitting right in top of his length, still sensitive from your orgasm you began to move forward and backwards on his crotch. his dick sat in between your fabric covered lips but it was enough for him to shake under your touch. he moaned as you ran over the length of his cock with your cunt, squirming above him as you were reaching another high of your own. you placed his hands on your hips, using them to guide your pace,
“use me pretty boy,” you urged, removing your hands from atop his own.
you felt his grip tighten on your hips and he began using his hands on your hips, moving you forwards and backwards. he grunted and bucked his hips up as your pussy worked his cock. seeing you on top of him, moaning as you aided him in his release and got yourself off was enough to make him cum right then and there. he started to move you faster on his lap, approaching his own orgasm. you could feel his dick twitching under you, sure to spill out a load very soon,
“i’m so close,” he grunted, now moving your hips fast over his cock, “i’m gonna-“
“wait,” you interrupted, “i-i’m almost there hold it, for me please.”
“i don’t- i can’t ,” he strained, eyes screwed shut.
you leaned down and pressed a quick, lingering kiss to his lips and moaned, “cmon pretty boy, for me.”
sitting back up he viciously nodded under you, his dick straining by the second as you worked for your own release. he whimpered under you, feeling the effects of withholding his orgasm. lucky for him you finally got closer and closer as your movements sloppied and you became a moaning mess.
“i’m- oh fuck,” you told him as you felt your second orgasm hit you like a truck.
“fuck me,” ethan nearly shouted, letting out a grunt as he came hard under you.
you squirmed on his lap as he convulsed beneath you, gripping your hips and holding you in place, continuing applied pressure to his cock while he orgasmed. he shook beneath you, eyes closed, forehead sweaty. after settling down he opened his eyes finally, still panting heavily after his intense orgasm. you climbed off his lap and lay beside him watching as he calmed down.
“you’re amazing,” he told you breathlessly, “just amazing.”
“and you’re still so pretty when you cum,” you smiled.
“shhh,” he shushed.
“oh please,” you scoffed as you hit him with a throw pillow.
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wooahaes · 4 months
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where the heart is
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pairing: non-idol!mark x gn!reader
genre: fluff. established relationship au.
word count: 0.7k~
warnings: yearning. silly sweet bf mark. reader is written to be a foreigner, but its left vague where they're from.
daisy's notes: maybe one day ill know enough to write abt the other members but he is just so <3 to me ok
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The familiarity of your family’s house should have been all you needed to chase away your homesickness. So… Why were you still feeling like this?
A few days ago, your parents had picked you up from the airport, and you’d slept in your room for the first time in almost a year. This time you’d come alone, since Mark had been unable to take off work (you’d fight his boss one day for denying the request he put in months ago—him ‘needing’ Mark to work was bullshit when they had plenty of time to plan around his absence). Hopefully next time, you’d have Mark asleep next to you while you planned for something else to show him about your home. Yet the entire time you’d been home, you couldn’t shake this feeling from your chest. You were home with your family, and yet some part of you felt this awful yearning to go home again. At first, you had chalked it up to you knowing that you’d leave again…
But it clicked after a while. You had yearned to see your family and the house you grew up in, that had been true, but now you were yearning for your home. So you decided to pick up your phone and try to remedy that, even by a little.
Mark had picked up, half-asleep when he answered. You weren’t sure if he was just napping or actually sleeping with his current work schedule, but you’d apologize for that later. All you needed was to see that sleepy face squinting at the phone, his hair messy as hell as he slowly recognized your face.
“Hi, baby,” his sleep-riddled voice had croaked out. “Everything good?”
That feeling dissipated a little. “It’s better now,” you said, sitting down on your bed. “Sorry I woke you up.”
“Nah, nah,” he mumbled, “I’m good. I’m awake. I’m—” He stifled a yawn for a moment. “I’m awake, I swear. Everything good at home?”
“Yeah, yeah… Everything’s fine.” 
Mark sat up, suddenly looking a bit more awake than before. “You can tell me,” he said. “I’m awake now, I swear—”
With a sigh, you flopped back onto your bed. “Just… I dunno. I’m here, and I thought that would get rid of the homesickness, and it mostly does, but…”
“But?”
How were you supposed to say it without getting embarrassed…? “I… miss my home still.”
“But you’re—” Mark stopped short, the realization dawned on him. “Aw… Babe…”
“Don’t say it.”
“I’m your home?” He was smiling hard, and you buried your face in your free hand. “No, no, it’s cute! Don’t get embarrassed! It’s cute, I swear!”
“It’s just weird to hear it out loud.” 
He chuckled warmly. “Well,” he shifted, running a hand through his hair. “You’re my home, too.”
You whined, “Mark…”
“I mean it! It always feels like home when you’re around.” His eyes were twinkling when he looked at you, and you started to wish he was there with you all over again. “It’s like… I dunno. I go out with my bros and stuff, but it’s not the same, y’know? You’re not here to remind me to stop ordering so much takeout and stuff.”
It earned a snort from you. “Because you’re not the best cook, Mark.”
“Right! But, like, I can manage… probably. I’m gonna get better. Once you get back, you can teach me all those cool recipes again and I’ll keep practicing.” 
You let out a blissful sigh at the idea. Sure, not all of your cooking lessons landed well, but you still loved spending the time with Mark. “We can try again, yeah,” you smiled, not quite so focused on him anymore. That hollow feeling in your chest had disappeared. “Mark?”
“Mhm?”
“I miss you.”
He smiled again, eyes twinkling. “Oh, yeah?”
“Don’t be a dork about it,” you giggled. “I just wanted to say it.”
“Well, I miss you, too.” He ran another hand through his hair, only making it messier. “Bring me back something cool, alright? Other than you.” 
It earned a snort-y laugh from you. “Mark. Baby. I’m not cool.”
“No, no, you’re like… the coolest person I know, easily.”
You rolled your eyes. “And you’re my favorite dork, you dork.” 
“Your dork.” 
It made you smile again. “Yeah,” you sighed blissfully. “My dork.” 
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sleepiexx · 8 months
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Pillow Talk
Carlos Oliveira x fem!Reader
Note: so sorry I haven’t been posting, I’ve been working a shit ton and I have like no motivation to write
Summary: (Y/N) and Carlos reminisce about the first time they met, in Raccoon City.
Warnings: reader is super insecure, thinks she isn’t worthy of Carlos, but that’s abt it
Word count: 868
(Y/N) woke up and stretched, moving to go into the kitchen and grab breakfast but she was ultimately stopped as Carlos unconsciously tightened his arms around her so tight it felt like the grip of a dead man. Her hopes of leaving or trying to fight his tense grasp were crushed instantly, she’d been here many times before, none of which could she escape Carlos’s impossibly strong hold. At least this time she didn’t have to pee.
She sighed in defeat, turning over and burying her face into Carlos’s chest. She quickly realized that the position was completely impractical and turned her head so one cheek rested on his left pec. His steady heartbeat thrummed in her ears, a calming noise. So calming, it almost lulled her straight back into dreamland if not for Carlos’s groggy morning voice cutting through the atmosphere.
“Good morning, beautiful.” He groaned, holding her even tighter if at all possible. He kissed the top of her head with adoration, making her melt.
“Good morning.” She whispered.
They made eye contact, both of their faces breaking into a wide grin.
“You have bed head.” Carlos teased, messing with her hair which was going every which direction.
She scoffed, reaching out a hand to further mess up his already messy hair. “So do you, dipshit.”
He squeezed his eyes shut and smiled, leaning into the palm of her hand still placed at the top of his head.
“I love you.” He muttered.
She pushed his head down into the pillow and straddled him, pressing a firm kiss to his lips.
“I love you too.” She whispered against them.
Carlos’s arms snaked their way back around her waist, pressing her body against his. He buried his head in the dip between her neck and her shoulder.
“I’m never getting out of this bed, am I?” She joked.
He shook his head, beard scratching her neck. “Nope, never.”
She settled down on top of him, resigning herself to her fate.
She sat, tracing shapes into Carlos’s chest, “Y’know, if you would’ve told me this would be my life back when everything in RC was happening, I would’ve laughed in your face.”
Carlos smiled and laughed, (Y/N) laughing along.
“Oh yeah?” He muttered.
She nodded, looking up at his face. “Yeah, of course, I bet you’d have done the same.”
“Not me.”
“Not you?”
“Nah, I knew from the moment I saw you that I’d make you mine.” He smiled like he’d figured out everything. Like some omnipotent knowledge had been bestowed upon him and he’d never had any doubt whatsoever.
(Y/N) buried her face into his chest in embarrassment at how much his sentiment had flustered her, “You’re so sweet I’m gonna die,” she remarked.
“I’m serious!” He said, “I had the biggest crush on you since the second I met you. Would’ve made it more obvious, but we were kind of fighting for our lives.”
She smiled, staring at him in awe. “That’s crazy,” she mumbled.
“Well now I’m curious,” Carlos began, “when did you start to crush on me?”
She laughed a little bit, thinking back.
“Y’know, now that I think about it, I had a little crush on you back then too. Just didn’t want to admit it because of the circumstances.” The room was quiet for a second before she added on, “I also definitely thought you were out of my league. Still do.”
The last part was said quietly but Carlos heard. He furrowed his eyebrows like what she said was truly unbelievable, sitting up against the headboard so he could get a better look at (Y/N)’s expressions, “Me? Out of your league? (Y/N), come on, there’s no way.”
She sat up too, trying to pull herself off of him, but his hands maintained a steady grip on her hips. “I mean, you’re very handsome, Carlos. And funny, and sweet, an overall catch. I just never felt like I deserved you, honestly I’m still debating it.” She tried to laugh it off, but Carlos’s lips were pressed into a pout.
He shook his head profusely, pulling her closer, “But you’re my everything.” He frowned deeply, “Baby, you mean so much to me. You make me so insanely happy, you make me laugh so hard my stomach starts to hurt, and as an added bonus, you’re absolutely gorgeous.”
“Fuck,” (Y/N) groaned, “you’re so nice to me.”
His deep brown eyes continued staring holes into her own, “I’m not being nice, baby, I’m being truthful. I love you so much and I really hope that one day you can see yourself the way I see you.”
“Yeah,” she whispered, nodding along solemnly, “yeah, I really hope so too.”
Carlos kissed the top of her head, content with that answer— for now.
“Why don’t I take you out today? We could have a nice day out on the town.” He suggested, trying to lighten the mood.
(Y/N) tilted her head, “But I thought you wanted to stay in?”
“Changed my mind, wanna show you off.” He flirted.
Her face felt all tingly and she was buzzing at the thought. She agreed with a small, giddy smile, “Okay.”
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l0vem41l · 5 months
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can you write like some cute head cannons for johnathan ohnn w like a short chubby female s/o like i can imagine him w someone like that !! it would be even cuter if they were like a artist or something <3
perfect.
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「 tws + notes: no tws, unedited, reader is an artist– specifically a visual artist becuz WOOO u be drawin babey!!! if u meant otherwise i am So Sorry, pre colider johnathan ohnn, terribly, horribly, and awfully sweet and cliche i Cannot Escape Myself 」
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「 fem!reader, romantic relationship <3 」
↳ ft. johnathan ohnn
author's note: FIRST REQ OF THIS ACCOUNT YIPPEE!!! thank u 4 the req anon (´▽`ʃƪ) <3 hoping this is what u want! ALSO!!!! my first time writing specifically for a chubby reader insert so i hope i did ok! (๑•́ ₃ •̀๑) feedback appreciated if there is any u'd like 2 share :D
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▸ short chubby girlf,,, ouuughhwhhe oh my goodness,,, johnathan thinks ur absolutely adorable there is No Doubt About It!!!!!
▸ you are just the loveliest thing he's ever seen– and he'll remind you everyday.
well. okay maybe not completely verbally. there's something about being in love that makes johnathan feel like a lovestruck teenager all over again– all of a sudden, he's stumbling over the half sentences falling out of his lips and getting all red in the face while he tries to verbalize how pretty you are
he'll shut his mouth. eventually.... give him a kiss to shut him up!! it'll work! until he ends up blabbering again cuz he wants another one and gets a bit nervous about that too
▸ okay, but he's not,,, all nerves. he's able to pull himself together to show how much he appreciates you. again, physically affectionate. i feel it in my soul that he is a sucker for physical affection. with you?? it's just amplified.
thinks your height is perfect,, burying your face in his chest while he holds you in his arms? chef's kiss. secretly hoping you don't hear how embarrassingly fast his heart is pounding.
ur chubby too?? that meanz there's more to love!!!! more to embrace!!! there are no downsides to you :]]
this is how he reminds you how perfect you are in his eyes– all through touch. always gentle, always sweet. his favourite thing is when your cheek is pressed up against his chest when you're cuddling and you look up at him. he feels his brain stop every single time, his gaze meeting your pretty eyes.
you murmur a quiet, "i love you" and it takes a moment for him to say it back– not because he doesn't want to, but because it's these moments where he realizes how much he lucked out to have someone like you
▸ ARTIST GIRLF??? even better. johnathan ohnn is a scientist, through and through... but it doesn't mean he can't appreciate art when he sees it!!
"it... it's fine if i look, right?" he asks, his hand hovering over your sketchbook, waiting for your permission.
this was the first time you had ever left your sketchbook face open around him. while you were off doing something else, he had been fighting the temptation to look through it. he did understand art was personal, and he's tryin' not to accidentally overstep anything
"i mean... sure?" you say with a little shrug. "i haven't really gotten to filling it up yet so it's a little bare an–"
you barely get the words out. he's picked it up, flipping through the pages like the secrets of the universe were hidden somewhere in between.
"hey that's pretty cool!" his eyes light up as he admires the things you've created. he'll gush over your work, tryin to talk with artistic terms.
he's out here like, "i like the use of complementary colours!"
"...i only used charcoal for that." HES TRYING. not hard enough tho cuz dawg cmon. /j maybe,,, you could teach him about art?? wink wink nudge nudge >:]
he's about to flip another page– but you place your hand atop his to stop him.
"there's nothing left to see so,, uhh– i'll just take that back now." you say awkwardly. he won't fight you about it. maybe frown a bit about it– maybe some art was more personal thank he thought.
def thinks abt what was on those other pages... there was almost 100% a drawing– he was halfway to flipping the page over, he definitely saw something.
▸ politeness of not crossing boundaries aside, unfortunately he's an idiot (SLASH JAY) and doesn't know the first rule of interacting with an artist.
dreaded from anyone else, usually, but... bearable when it was him requesting it. gives you plenty of time and room to say no.
"you should draw me!" ☝️🤓
this is how you find yourself over at his apartment. he's seated on a chair across from your own, trying to figure out how you want him to pose for this drawing.
"tilt your head towards me– no, wait, not like... hold on–" you stand up, making your way over to him.
"i'm literally doing everything you're telling me to do, i don't know what you want me to d..." he trails off as you gently grasp his chin.
you suppress a giggle, watching eyes widen slightly as a strangled noise coming from his parted lips but no words but certainly no complaints.
with a firm yet soft grip, you position his head slightly and let go with a smile. "perfect. you stay right there."
GOES STILL ASF THE ENTIRE TIME SO HE DOESNT F UP UR DRAWING PROCESS HWDJFHEWUIFH bros hardly breathing
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"you know," you comment, eyes focused on your sketchbook as your pencil works to draw him, "you've got a really interesting face."
the corners of his lips quirk up into a half-smile, his brow furrowing ever so slightly at your words. "thank you? y'know when you word it like that, it makes it sound like a skillfully veiled insult." johnathan quips. you're making him wonder if being considered "handsome by scientist standards" counts for anything in the eyes of an artist.
it earns a little laugh from you. "not what i meant."
your words immediately flood him with relief. you swear you hear him go "phew." what a dork.
"there's something about all your features," you continue, looking back up at him, "they just fit so perfectly on you. like everything was just meant to be there."
he falls silent for a moment, your words echoing in his mind. he wished he could work with words in the way you did.
"hey. look back up at me." you smile, holding up the paper and turning it for him to see.
"wow..." he reaches out, gently taking it from you. it takes a few moments for him to speak up again. "it's..."
"okay, hopefully?" you chime in, your hands clasped in your lap as you try your best not to anxiously fidget.
"perfect." he replies instead. "you're perfect– i mean, your work is obviously, yeah sure but you,,, you just–"
johnathan holds the paper in one hand, gesturing vaguely to you with the other. you giggle.
"well thank you."
he grins. "it was worth sitting here for like what? a few hours? man, it was hard trying to keep that position."
"johnny?"
"hm?..."
you laugh and he looks,,, confused. he awkwardly chuckles along with you.
"what? what's so funny?" he asks.
"i coulda worked without you posing like that. i've seen your face enough to work without a reference."
he watches as you flip back to the pages of the sketchbook he didn't see.
and it's him. whole pages,,, of drawing of him.
there's a glint of mischief in your eyes. "it was funny seeing you try to hold still for so long though."
▸ he finds something new to love about you every day. sometimes, he'll see all the things you do for him and try to measure up.
no matter what he does– and damn, will he do anything and everything for you– he can't help but feel like he's falling short. just a little.
after all, how do you love someone so perfect?
he certainly hasn't figured out. he could give you all the love in the universe, and he'd still think you still deserve more he's right
the night is quiet. you're on his couch, the shitty romcom you put on just to joke about with him no longer interesting either of you. your eyes are shut as he holds you in his arms, your head resting on his chest. his eyes are filled with adoration, looking at you, being all comfy and adorable in his arms.
johnathan leans down, pressing a quick, soft kiss to your forehead.
"...what was that for?" you mumble sleepily.
"nothing." there's a pause for a moment, as he tries to find the right thing to tell you– the way to phrase what's been on his mind since forever– and just ends up sighing instead. no flowery language could convey it. maybe being straightforward could help.
"you're just... perfect. y'know that?"
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vyliie · 7 months
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omg im genius—idk if u do jc BUT like fluff and kindaaa angsty at one point but like “paper rings” by ts (our lord and savior) mixed with falling by father (harry styles) and adore you. ITS A LOT IK but like..yk? do WHATEVER you want with that. take the mic away—but if you don’t write for jack champion then ethan landry is more than fine (fem reader but like she’s someone who doesn’t take ppls bs and is just a total badass and is kinda reserved? but super sweet in reality) -x 🤫 AND OMG UR RECENT FF WAS SOO GOOD I LOVED IT ANYWAYS MUCH LOVE xxx🙏🤍
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pairings: jack champion x fem!reader tags: fluff, angst kinda a/n: heyy i'm so sorry this took too long lmaoo i've been busy with school but anyways here you gooo! also i love the paper rings concept like omg (it's one of me and my gf's theme song hehe) pls do comment abt what you think of this because i wrote this half asleep and i take criticism loll
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it was golden. your relationship with jack had been golden. you both had met during the filming of avatar: the way of water. you had given him a cold shoulder in the street the first time you met him, you were both cat and mouse for a month or two and now you wake up in the middle of the night just to watch him sleep. you were always on cloud nine whenever you're with him whether on dates where he makes receipts as paper rings for you to wear, or just him telling you to shut up and let him adore you.
but you were both very very busy people, everything drastically changed when jack got a major role in a big movie. from staying up late in bed cuddling, turned into you staying up late in the couch to wait for him arrive home but end up sleeping in the couch. but you always wake up the next day with jack gone, breakfast ready, and a note from him.
two months passed, and you were missing him. badly. you never even talk anymore even though you both live in the same apartment. it was always jack leaving the house early and coming home late. you understood him, you really do- being an actor is a hard job, you just wished he'd pay even a little bit of attention to you.
you told him about what you felt one day, when he was out of work early. you could see the guilt in his eyes. "i'm so sorry," he whispered, hugging you. "i am so so sorry, i'll make it up to you i promise," he says pulling away. "really?"
"yes i promise that," jack grinned at you, tucking a loose hair behind your ear. "say what, i'll come home early and cook you dinner tomorrow just like old times," he says, taking your hand excitedly. "i have a day off the day after tomorrow so we could watch movies til two am and sleep in,"
you couldn't help but grin. "so it's a date?" you asked, placing a hand on his cheek. "it's a date," he smiles at you, kissing the palm of your hand. "i literally love you jack champion," you mutter before kissing him. "i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you so much," he says, peppering your face with kisses with every 'i love you'.
you giggled and tried to squirm away from him, but he was too strong and he started to kiss you everywhere. when he pulled away with a grin, you smiled at him and wrapped your arms around his neck. "i miss this," you sighed. "me too," he says, pressing your foreheads together.
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he didn't come home early. you were waiting for him on the couch absent-mindedly scrolling on your phone. you realized thirty minutes has passed and jack didn't arrive when he said he would. it was just probably traffic. you assured yourself.
an hour passed, you were getting worried but you decided against on texting him. two hours, you finally texted him.
y/n
hey babe
where are you
didn't you say you're making dinner
pls answer my calls
we were supposed to be on a date
you promised ☹️
three hours had passed and your stomach was rumbling. you hadn't eaten anything for awhile. you decided to order a pizza since you weren't in the mood to cook. five hours, you've left jack pizza in the fridge. you're now curled up in the bed, tears falling down your face. he promised. now you're pouring acid rain in the pillow where he used to lay his head.
you fell asleep crying while jack, who just remembered the date hurriedly went home. he'd been out with some of his friends to celebrate the day off, completely forgotten the date. not until he decided to check his phone to see hundreds of missed calls and spams from you, something in him clicked. something had been bothering him all night and he just realized it was this. the date. how could he have forgotten? he's been thinking about that all day and yet he just forgot it. and he messed up.
he arrived the apartment dark and empty. you had already fallen asleep. he kicked his shoes off and hurriedly went to the bedroom to see you sleeping. he approached you, and he could see your tear stained face. "oh baby," he muttered, sitting down on the bed, caressing your cheek. "i'm so sorry," he whispered.
your eyes fluttered open, you saw jack's blurred figure. "jack?" you muttered sleepily. "there's food in the fridge," you mumble, turning around, making him face your back.
"are you angry?" he asked quietly. your eyes shot open. a minute of silence followed. "just go eat jack, i want to sleep," was all you said before shutting your eyes again.
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you woke up early the next day, lifting jack's heavy arm which was around you. you wanted to stay in his arms forever but you were giving him the silent treatment. you got into the kitchen and started making breakfast when a pair of strong arms wrapped around you. "good morning," he says as he buried his face on your neck. you only hummed in response, trying to get him off you. he pulled away pouted at you. "are you still angry?" he asked.
you ignored him, and continued on making breakfast. jack felt his heart sink. "honey please, talk to me," he pleaded. you sneaked a glance at him, and he looks so fucking adorable with that stupid pout and puppy brown eyes. you had to stop yourself from smiling because he looks so fucking adorable.
"y'n... y/n please," he says taking your hand, forcing his hand to look up at him. you were suddenly met by his adorably cute and puppy eyes.
"talk to me," he whispered, taking your face with his hands then kissed you in the forhead. "you promised," you mutter quietly. "i know i'm so so sorry about that- i got caught up in some things... please forgive me?" he pleads, connecting both of your foreheads together. "please- i'd walk though fire for you,"
"i'd even dance at you weirdly- look," he says, taking out his phone and started to play some random music and danced. you couldn't resist the grin plastered on your lips as you watched him dance.
when he saw you smile, his eyes lit up. "i made you smile!" he says excitedly. you laughed. "i couldn't resist you, you were so adorable," you replied.
"adorable? what about hot?" he wiggles his eyebrows as he flexes his muscles. you laugh at him. "maybe next time," you grin. "are you still mad at me?" jack asked.
"no not anymore, i couldn't stay mad at you for too long," you said, pulling him in a hug. it took everything in jack not to throw his fist in the air and scream. instead he wraps his arms around you too, never wanting to let you go. "let me make it up to you today," he said. "i promise i won't break it this time," he kissed the top of your head, before pecking you on the lips.
and so he did. he made you breakfast, and then declared to give you princess treatment for the rest of the day. he washed the dishes and did your chores, and cuddled up with you while watching a movie.
halfway through the movie, with his arm around you and a blanket draped over the both of you. he looked at you, taking in your beauty. he could see how beautiful your eyes looked, the way you'd tuck your hair behind your ear, the way you'd smile and laugh at the funny scenes.
feeling his gaze, you looked up at him. "what?" you asked, smiling. "i'm adoring the love of my life right now, and it's probably the only thing i'll ever do," he grinned. you couldn't help but smile, and kissed him.
"i hope this never ends," you mumble against his lips, foreheads connected and the movie long forgotten. "because i'd never walk cornelia street again,"
he smiled at you. "i promise, this will never end. ever," he said, as he kissed you. "i love you, y/n. i love you so much,"
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ctrlyomomma · 18 days
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★ connected in more ways than one ★
pairing: christian pulisic x footballer! oc! reader
summary: they’re both footballers in europe, going to international camp. a lil fight at the end between them.
author’s note: just wanted to write abt chris 🤨 clearly this gif isn’t mine and this is longer than expected 😋 also reader has a bit of hatred towards gio- the nepotism made sense for the story and the comebacks- sorry. also tons of foul language used in the argument. mistreatment of women and misogyny are mentioned. okay enjoy :)
*written really fast, so if you see any errors- 😀
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it was quite odd how this relationship came to be between two americans. especially playing in different leagues in europe.
her from arsenal, him from ac milan. it was quite interesting how they were together but never in public.
they weren’t those types to have affection in front of others, mostly protective of those feelings.
mostly him anyways, but she felt the same way especially after her public romance of a few years back was revealed to the world.
it felt so weird but so well. they complimented each other, especially after meeting through weston mckennie, her old juventus friend.
so when kailani met christian on a cold night, weston had invited her to italy for new years of 2023.
she flew to turin, italy for the first time since 2022.
kailani loved turin, yet when she was having the greatest time, juve had called her letting her know they sold her to a five year contract at arsenal.
much to her dismay, she left turin and headed to north london, home of the gunners. making herself at home yet missing a certain american. her westy.
kailani missed that most of turin, yet when she entered wes’ apartment she wasn’t expecting anyone to be there.
christian pulisic, was there in all his glory sitting on the couch, talking and smiling with wes. it looked weak but still holding on.
guess the chelsea season wasn’t going so well?
she knew who he was but didn’t know him well enough to assume.
weston stands as kailani waves hi and speaks, “hi, westy.”
they begin to envelop into a hug. “kails, i missed you so much.” he tells her.
“yeah, me too.” she whispers, not wanting to fall apart.
he remembers again that chris was with them, before turning towards him. “kails, this is christian. he’s american too. one of my best friends.”
now kailani wasn’t sure whether wes thought she was an idiot or something but she knew who this guy was.
she leaned towards christian, over the coffee table and said “kailani, but everyone calls me whatever they want. nice to meet you, christian.”
he grabs her hand while looking into her eyes, “nice to meet you kailani.” he smiles.
they certainly had felt the connection, or she did at least.
it’d been hard finding new friends at her new club. it felt like the same way whenever she arrived at juventus from college with three years of eligibility left.
she smiled and enjoyed her ‘lonely’ new years with her best friend and a guy.
she left turin the day after, not realizing that her and christian had the same flight heading both to london.
they both arrived at the london airport, bumping into each other on accident.
finding one another’s instagram account, and even stalking one another before he sent a dm.
“so what do you do?” he asked casually, she assumed that he did know who she was.
“you might not like this answer,” she responded. “why wouldn’t i?” he asked innocently.
“i play football at arsenal,” she responds quickly. it turns into their little ‘fight’ due to his loyalty at chelsea.
boo gunners, he tells her
boo up the chels, she tells him. his contract was due at the end of the 24’ season. it was a matter of time before renewal or new club rumors started.
he smiles at his phone before he secretly likes the message.
they both subconsciously turn off their phones heading on their way to their respective destinations.
it felt different with christian than it did with wes. she felt understood by him, whether she admitted it or not.
there were feelings, waiting to be explored.
so that’s what happened, they explored.
those weeks they spent being friends, turned into seeing each other whenever they could.
and when they couldn’t, they’d facetime.
over the course of time, it was a slow burn kind of love.
sharing kisses in secret, being each others crushes.
before they’d even attend international camp, they planned out their ideas to hang out before arriving.
being called up after impressing coaches at their respective clubs.
he’d asked her out a week before they attended an nba game during july, even inviting weston.
christian had the idea of inviting her over to his hotel, scaring her texting, “come over, we need to talk.”
that text was one thing to make her pace her hotel room.
they were on a floor distance. they had to be especially being on the uswnt and usmnt.
she came and knocked.
he opened the door, swiftly and quietly. scaring her a bit before pulling her in quickly.
he looks at her before inhaling out and wiping his palms on his pants.
“i like you a lot, and i want to explore something with you. so will you be my girlfriend?”
her brows furrow. “sorry what?” she asks.
he’s confused now. “i thought you had the same feelings too- maybe i shouldn’t have assumed you liked- i mean we kissed. multiple times.” chuckling as he tries to finish before she realizes.
“no! i do like you. a lot. i will be your girlfriend” she smiles.
he sighs in relief. “thank god.”
she walks up to him before placing a kiss on his lips.
ミ★
they’re on the sideline, waiting for the lakers and warriors to start playing against each other. the jumbotron turns on before the game starts introducing the celebs.
“introducing stars from the world..”, he continued before finally introducing everyone “christian pulisic, and weston mckennie.” they waved as you just looked and smiled.
you weren’t mad about it- it was expected. after they showed their faces. you went and whispered in weston’s ear, “do you know the plan for next week’s training?”
he shook his head, “nah, all i know is that we’re getting new training kits. might have a lil media day too, if we get lucky.”
she smiled, “oh westy, you make me smile.” before he smiled.
“is it me,” he interrupts. “or does christian like you?” laughing as he whispers.
“i actually have no idea.” playing dumb. 
“cause all he does is stare,” as you turn and look over at your new boyfriend.
“what?” christian asks as both of you stare at him.
you and weston had finished chatting before you turn and whisper in chris’ ear- “he’s onto us.” you let him on.
“what? how?” he’s confused, he for sure let weston know that he wasn’t into you days prior. “i literally told him i wasn’t into you days ago.” he told you.
you shrug, he just told me that. you smile before saying, “don’t worry about it, i’ll handle it.” winking.
you continue to watch the warriors v. lakers.
the game finishes and all of you go on court to speak with the players.
chris, westy, and you chat with steph curry.
he goes immediately to you, “kailani, so good to meet you!” he seems excited.
she smiles, “hi steph.” before going into a side hug.
you continue to chat all together before leaving in an suv all together.
she goes onto twitter.
“them not putting kailani smith on the jumbotron is crazyyy. like ain’t she scored double of what weston mckennie and christian pulisic scored combined?”
“k smithy deserved to be on that damn jumbotron. shame on the nba.”
she laughed as weston and christian lean on her shoulder as westy notices, “woah. why are you laying on her shoulder? she’s my friend not yours.” making you smile even harder.
“woah weston chill, you getting jealous?” she asked.
“yeah, some mans tryna get your attention so badddd.” he laughs.
christian shaking his head, westy opening his mouth wide.
“no way, he didn’t deny it!” he begins to laugh hard and point his finger at christian.
his eyes are wide now, before you speak. “chill weston, leave him alone.”
he laughs and turns to look at you, “no way, you’re dating. you’re already defending him. you did the same thing with fede.”
your jaw drops, it’d been more than two years ago since you had dated federico chiesa.
when the romance between the two was revealed, it wasn’t a pretty sight to see. the internet couldn’t stand seeing both of you in public anymore- throwing hate on you for being with fede, it was you deciding then it was time to call it quits with the italian baller.
you looked down before saying, “yeah well it’s different.” shaking your head.
seeing christian in your peripheral, he looked awkward.
while weston said, “how different?” all serious, no longer laughing.
“i want this to be private, i want the loving and caring parts of him to be private. i don’t like the outside world i don’t know of to know what its like. thats only for me.”
you continue to rant, “i don’t want to be hated for being with a guy i like a lot.”
he nods his head as i look over at chris.
“he wants the same, he doesn’t like the outviews of the world. he’s a shy guy.” you say placing your hand on his cheek, during the last sentence.
christian leans into your touch.
ミ★
a week later, you’re off sneaking kisses in his room before heading to training in california.
he no longer kisses you, stopping. “you know, i never thought that i would have a crush on you. i didn’t even know who you were.” he smiles.
you laugh, “now i’m your worst nightmare.”
he chuckles, before getting serious. “nah, you’re the best thing to me,” he looks into your eyes. “you’re teaching me what love is within a week or two of being my girlfriend.”
you smile, “good.”
the men’s national team was due to leave before the women’s team. christian decided it was almost time for him to leave.
“alright, i’m heading out. i’ll see you there baby.” he said before leaning down to pucker his lips for a kiss.
you look up from your phone, smiling. you throw your phone to the side before grabbing his face. “okay, have fun, tell westy i said hi.”
“oh i will,” he smirks, “he’s gonna be so mad about it.”
you laugh, “be nice please.”
“fine i’ll be nice, only for you. see you later.” he kisses your cheek before walking out.
you grab your clothes from your overnight bag and begin to dress.
placing sunglasses over your hair in a tight bun. you looked around seeing if anyone was looking before rushing.
you head downstairs into the bus. running into lynn and korbin.
“hey,” korbin smiled at you. “just got told that we have new kits today at practice.”
“nice, i’m so excited.”
lynn continues, “also supposedly we’ll be working with and against the men’s national team.”
you jaw drops, excitedly. “i’m so excited to go against westy.”
ミ★
the bus arrives at the fields in cali. uswnt admin is videoing, before saying “good morning!”
“good morning, how are you?” you asked
answering your question, “good, how are you?”
“great, ready to get the job done.” you smile as much as you can.
they take a picture of you smiling and thumbs up.
you skip hurriedly to the fields with mal and soph.
“someone’s excited to get playing.” soph says as a joke.
i smile, “duh, i mean everyone i love is here.”
she smiles, “aw i love you so much lani.”
she hugs me.
ミ★
we did drills and then conjoined with the boys.
we approached their field, “oh, yeah. now this is what i’m talking about.”
we did starting xi’s
ミ★
the game had started, giving the ball to you, trin, and soph.
the ball, passing through the boys.
defenders pressing on trin and soph.
trin passes to you, making most of the defenders starting to shift towards you.
you see a little passage way, running towards it and quick.
you try to cross the ball before running with no more space to go, and with the grass being wet. the accident was bound to happen.
trying to stop or slow down, you can’t with wall hitting your body.
you fall to the floor, “oh my god, kails!” hearing lindsey.
she runs towards me as you look at the field.
your vision seems a bit blurry, you think you’re hallucinating whenever you see weston and christian beside lindsey.
“you’re okay,” she tells you. “let’s get you on bench.”
weston and christian picking you up.
placing you on the bench.
you sit, leaning down on your lap. staring at the grass.
lindsey states, before walking away “stay here till the trainer gets here. we’ll be fine out here.”
weston pats your back, “better be well, or i’m gonna kick your ass.”
you sense his cleats walk away.
christian squats down to your face level, “so are you gonna speak?”
you look up, “i would but then i’d want to hug you.” sitting straight up and leaning back.
“oh really? do it.” he talks boldly.
you whine, “i don’t want anyone to know.”
“and that’s fine, but i just wanted to cure your pain.” he smiles.
you sigh, placing your right hand on his left shoulder. you tap his shoulder saying, “it was a nice try, go play. i have to be checked.”
he chuckles before getting up and going to play.
the trainer checks you, telling you to sit the rest of practice out, after insisting not seeing symptoms of a concussion.
you’re free to go by twila’s assistant. “twila said you’re free to go.”
“ok, thank you.” walking off the grass.
ミ★
you head back into the locker rooms, changing into your original outfit. heading out towards the gates for those who watch the practices. walking towards them, to sign things or just even chat. it meant a lot to you, sentimental, it just made you feel like you were doing just something little for those who believed in you the most.
you see most of your teammates out there signing, yet you’re the only one changed.
a little fan, probably 4-5 years of age asked if you’d sign her shirt.
you squat down speaking to her through the gate, “of course.” you smile.
you grab her shirt and a pen from her parents. signing it with pride.
you continue to sign before walking away, noticing the buses’ arrival.
you grab your bag from your locker, you head towards the bus.
sitting down, on your phone. waiting for it to leave.
☆ you finally arrive at your hotel room.
walking in, immediately getting a call from wes.
“are you good?” he asks.
“yeah, just really tired.”
“can i come see you?” he asks laughing, you sense his smile through the phone.
“yeah that’s fine, just knock and i’ll come get the door.”
☆ in a min or two you hear a knock.
you open the door, wes is there with his drink, slurping it down.
“hey! where’s chris?”
you rub your eye, “i don’t know, haven’t spoke much with him today.”
“trouble in paradise already?” he asks.
“no, just haven’t texted him.” you shrug.
he senses something, “what’s wrong kails.”
“i just don’t feel that well right now, heat is super crazy right now.”
he furrows his brows, “did you drink water?”
you shake your head, “not that i remember.”
he sighs, taking his backpack off. pulling a water bottle out with a pack of electrolytes. “take it, you’re dehydrated.”
you grab it with hesitation before sipping it down. feeling a bit better, “wanna go grab lunch downstairs?” you ask.
“yeah sounds good.” he replies as you both leave your hotel room.
☆ you’re downstairs talking with wes
you go through the line of food, sitting at a table with wes.
christian spots you, before heading towards you and squeezing your shoulder affectionately.
you smile weakly.
“what’s wrong?” he asked. weston answers quickly, “she doesn’t feel good.”
chris’ eyebrows furrow, “what- why?” he asks.
wes shrugs, “she was dehydrated just a while ago.”
chris grabs you, “i’m taking her to my room. would you bring her food up?”
wes nods his head, chris takes you into the elevator. hugging you, you smile.
“jeez, didn’t know you wanted me this bad.” you laugh softly.
“always do.”
you smile before letting go and grabbing your buzzing phone.
next thing you know, you’re answering your mom’s facetime call.
pushing chris, out of view.
“hi mama.” you answer, her blonde hair appearing.
“hi kails, how are you?” she asks while, wearing her reading glasses.
“good, just finished training and lunch, we have a break before heading out again.”
she nods her head, “oh i’m so excited for you my lovey.”
you laugh, as chris is persistent in meeting your mom.
“thanks, mama.” you smile.
chris finally appears in the screen, “hi mrs. smith.” he tells her.
“well hi, kails, who’s this?”
you blush, getting redder by the second.
“he’s my boyfriend.” you smile, shyly.
your mom freaks out a bit, “excuse me? lovey i didn’t know about this!”
“well it’s kinda new mama. you’ll meet him when you get down here.” you say.
“good.. alright i’ll leave you to enjoy some time by yourself. love you so so much kails.”
you smile before practically speaking, “love you more mama! take care!” you say waving in the camera.
you hang up, “why’d you do that?” you ask smiling.
“cause i wanted to meet your mom.” he smirks.
“well get ready for me to get spam calls.” you say as a call from your sister appears.
you decline. “see what you’ve started!” you say sarcastically.
he smiles before grabbing your hand and running out the elevator to his room.
“stop it!” you laugh.
ミ★
you’re laying down with chris in his bed when wes comes knocking.
“wake up, lovebirds!” he yells as he knocks.
you laugh before running to the door. you open the door and grab your food.
you place yourself on the ground, before westy sits on chris’ couch.
“i’m starving, you took so long. where’d you go?”
he laughs, “had a chat with g.”
chris laughs too, you feel confused.
“g? no fucking way, what’d he say?”
wes chuckles, “he talked about how beating the girls in practice later would be so easy since kails isn’t ‘cleared’.”
you furrow your brows as chris laughs.
“so hilarious right?” you sarcastically remark with attitude. dropping your fork in the food.
“kails, you know he’s joking.” chris states, while you turn your head to face him.
“yeah you’re right, he thinks that just because we’re girls and i’m not there, we automatically lose? yeah no, that’s misogyny.”
wes tries to cut in. “kails-”
you put your hand up, “don’t. i don’t even know why you brought it up. you know how i feel about this.”
chris looks at weston.
“you guys don’t understand how being a girl is and how underrated we are in this world of sports. as far as i know, gio fucking whines. if anything, he’s a nepo baby!” you freak out.
you sigh, “i need space. see you at practice.” you grab you phone, food, and keycard before heading to the door.
you throw your food away in the trash can in beside the elevator. you leave wes and christian speechless. confused.
☆ you walk into your hotel before realizing you need to leave anyways. you grab a water, a granola bar, and your backpack before heading out.
putting on your headphones to cancel the noise.
you get on the bus, wanting to leave. desperately
☆ you arrive at the fields, in a mentality to beat gio.
you dress in your training kit once more before heading to the field in your cleats.
the coaches start a scrimmage as soon as everyone arrives.
alex and trin covering the front. you, linds, and korb covering the middle intersection. girmy, crys, tierna, and emmy covering the back.
christian, balo, and kev covering the front. weston, yunus, and gio covering the midfield. miles, jedi, dest, and ream covered the back.
this was gonna be a fun game. the ball begins with the boys
you cover gio as yunus and weston are guarded by korb and linds.
the ball goes around a bit, dancing between both squads.
you gain possession of the ball from girmy and gio pushes you as you have the ball. the ball continues to be at your feet till you push it towards trin.
he keeps grabbing onto your shirt, trying to stop you, while you’re trying to keep calm as much as you can.
trin passes to alex to leave an open space, it’s near you and you’re hungry. desperately trying to prove to gio that you’re not here to lose.
alex passes to you,
a right foot on the ball with a shot and score.
1-0
☆ the game continues.
gio continues to grab on you, desperately trying to challenge the defense, hitting your ankle as you pass to korbin. turning around, pushing him off. the game continues.
“get off me.” he gets up, angry.
he gets in your face. “don’t you ever push me again, you hear?”
“what the fuck are you gonna do? tell your mommy and daddy to not call me up?” you say putting your face up to his.
“i might.”
“yeah go ahead and try, i’m so scared!”
he scoffs, “yeah i thought you’d say that.”
you remark quickly. “yeah, and you thought you’d win.”
he gives you a little push, or a shove backwards.
you stumble a bit, managing to keep yourself upright.
“wow, way to be intimidated by a girl.” you laugh. the whole team running towards the both of you.
“oh i’m not intimidated, you whore.” he states.
“oh i’m a whore? so why the shove back, nepo baby? oh wait you’re intimidated. thought you’d win in practice cause i wasn’t cleared?” his eyes go wide before he gets in your face once more.
“yeah and i think we’d still win.” he laughs.
you mumble, “yeah without you.”
he manages to hear you, pushing you harder.
this time to the ground. the team manages to get there but not on time.
you laugh before getting up. “see i told you, you’re scared.”
gio yells in your face, “oh yeah? am i? say it to my fucking face!”
chris gets in between the both of you
you begin to yell back, “as a matter of fact, i will. just quit being scared and say the facts to my face, you fucking loser.”
moving to grab gio as christian grabs you.
“get the fuck off me,” you say, shoving his hands off you. “next time, you tell your friend to show some fucking respect.” you say to him. walking away.
the coaches, end the game. they call gio and you over separately.
“so what the hell happened?” twila asked you.
“he called me a whore, told me he’d win against us if i wasn’t cleared, grabbed my shirt, kept pushing onto me. even fouling me. he even threatened me, saying he’d tell his dad and mom to let the board of the national team soccer not call me up ever again. i’m sorry but that sent me.”
she shook her head and let you go.
you change in the locker room, desperately trying to get to the hotel room.
☆ you head to the bus, as christian and weston stop you.
you scoff, as they cross their arms. eyebrows furrowed.
“what the hell happened?” weston asks you.
“get out of my way.” you say sternly.
he asks once more. “i’m not telling you anything.” stating, rolling your eyes.
he raises his hands in defense before dropping them, “fine. i quit.”
leaving christian by himself.
“kails what the fuck happened?”
“i don’t know you tell me?”
he scoffs. “i’m not gio so stop fucking with me.”
“well you’re on his side aren’t you?”
“i can’t control who i play with.”
“i don’t care who you play with, it’s whose side you’re taking and you thought it was a joke, meaning you liked it.” smiling sarcastically.
he drops his head sighing.
walking away. you yell out, “and when you’re ready to apologize for being an ass with weston. let me know.”
he turns around, walking towards you. “you’re being unreasonable.” he says.
“yeah and like i said, you were being an asshole about the joke.” you say.
he scoffs. “fine. whatever but i’m not apologizing.”
you challenge back, “then i guess we’re on a break.”
“fine.” he scoffs going on the bus.
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sorry bout the ending, i had to stop or i would go on forever 😌
also yayayaya on uswnt winning gold cup today!
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basilcatchup · 1 month
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Hai I love selkie au....does Juliana getto know Abt selkie Kieran after burning his pelt?? .. )':
Nooo :) I’ll tell ya how they all find out tho!
I’m gonna have to get my notes app out for this, prepare for a lot of info!
So, after Kiki looses the champion battle, in his eyes, he’s lost everything, so he decides to take his half burned pelt and go back to the sea. He leaves his door unlocked to make sure his Pokemon can leave when they want,and yeah. He literally just drops of the face of the earth for a month
The terapagos thing happens without him,
(drayton goes down to area zero instead of him)
And for the first few days of him being gone, nobody really questions it because ya know, maybe he just needs some time to cool off. Until carmine starts to get worried, and goes to his dorm to find the the door unlocked only to find he’s not there and hasn’t been for a while now. And she also finds a note left behind by Kieran, the note says:
“don’t come looking for me,take care of my Pokemon, I’m not coming back”
One once Carmine tells everyone about the note,
They are basically like:
“well. What the hell do we do now?”
Even drayton is kinda shocked, because everyone knows how much Kiki loves his mons, he would never just leave them behind. Plus, You need a sea plane to get out of the Academy so they have no idea when he could have went. He couldn’t have just dived into the sea..? Right?
And uhh.. Carmine is absolutely distraught, she feels horrible,like she could have prevented it if she was “better.”
Juliana committed herself to looking for him as well.
Anyway eventually, Kierans decides to visit blueberry because he’s feeling better (and because he’s misses his friends) kieran decides to go to the club room because it’s night (and definitely not just dark outside) and no one is going to be there probably.
unannounced to him tho the bb league (+Carmine) had started meeting there for ‘study meetings’ (they are not studying, they are literally just screwing around) yea, Kieran walks in on them and when he realizes that his friends are there Kieran freezes up, he’s really happy to see his friends but ya know he wasn’t exactly mentally stable last time he saw em’ and he’s also wearing his pelt,
(excuse me here I’m not very good at writing reunions, this may drag on a bit)
Carmine lunges at him and hugs him,yelling at him about where the hell he’s been, and then everyone collectively realizes that he’s sopping wet and wearing an animal skin,(Pokémon skin??) Juliana pointing out that “isn’t that the seal skin we tried to burn?” Kieran gets nervous at this and try’s to hide in his pelt,drayton trying to lighten the mood is basically like “what are you some sort of Seal?” Kieran just says “yeah…” “mom was one so..”
The whole league club does a double take at that, Amarys probably saying something like “Kieran are you okay?” Kierans then rushes through another explanation of selkies and other stuff and then says “I uh, get it if you don’ want me here anymore..” and then he gets a hug from Juliana, and some and some match tea from Carmine:)
(I would go into more detail, but uhh I get nervous about my writing, plus I wanna leave this atleast a little open for interpretation-)
Tid bit time!
. I like the idea that selkies can regrow their pelt if they go back to the sea (only if the pelt is still wearable to an extent tho!)
. kiki would probably wear his pelt a lot after they found out probably over his uniform and with his hood down :)
. kieran has gathered a gnarly sea glass collection over the month, like he has all the coolest shiny rocks and glass you will ever see lmao-
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kei-luv · 1 year
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Oh! I’m so glad I wasn’t bothering you and I wanted to leave a request if you don’t mind too much :)
Vance x male reader where Vance first interaction is when reader left a single blue bell flower when he had an argument with his parents and then it became a daily routine where a flower would be on his windowsill until he caught reader in the act which just was a thank you from Vance and then they became close. Reader takes care of a flower garden and invites Vance to hang out with him where they talk and Vance helps out watering and planting saplings, and when some boys tried to make a mess of the garden Vance immediately started to fight them as reader was trying to pry him off of them. I imagine them having green tea on a cold winter day while walking down the street in fluffy jackets
Thank you for doing my request and I hope you have a good day :)
.⋆。⋆☂˚。⋆。˚☽˚。⋆. 𝗠𝘆 𝗳𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿
Note: And thank you so much for requesting! I'm really liking tbp requests, and I've just been waiting for someone to ask me to write smth abt it. I also really like the ideas you give me, so it's a lot easier for me to write about Vance.
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tw: Vance Hopper in general, family argument, cussing, Reader is very sweet to Vance, Vance beating the hell out of someone, and mentions of blood. genre: angst?/fluff reader: male characters: vance hopper
Word Count: 1,541 Masterlist
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Everyone was aware of the notorious 'Pinball' Vance Hopper, who made his name by brutally beating a number of people just for being close to his pinball machine at the Grab N' Go, where he spent the majority of his time.
But nobody was aware of his family's circumstances, his relationship with his parents, or the extraordinary number of fights they had. Furthermore, Vance's parents got upset upon finding out their son had beaten up yet another person.
The constant arguments between him and his parents, which occurred almost every day, were just too much for the blonde. The teenage boy was thus startled when he entered his room one day to find a bouquet of bluebells and a note neatly arranged on top of his bed, with his windowsill wide open.
The boy slowly made his way to his bed and picked up the note, which read, "Something to make you feel a little bit better today :)" Uncertain of how he should feel, Vance reluctantly picked up the bouquet, sat down on his bed, and silently regarded the flowers.
The following few weeks continued in this pattern, with Vance arriving home later than usual, fighting with his parents once more, and then entering his room to find a fresh bouquet of bluebells and a note on his bed.
Vance soon developed a keen interest in the person who kept giving him bouquets of flowers, because whoever it was must’ve known about his reputation and the name he had given himself, and he had several questions about why they would do so.
How they even managed to open his window after he locked it, why they left a bouquet of bluebells on his bed, and why they wrote such kind notes to him.
Vance was looking for clarification, and he's going to make sure he gets them.
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The following morning, Vance made the decision to stay in, leaving his house to fool his parents into thinking he was going to school, only to return once he realized they had left.
In an effort to catch the person who had left him the flowers in the act, he made the decision to wait outside the door to his bedroom while listening for any noise that would indicate someone opening his window.
With no sign of anyone entering, the minutes quickly turned into hours. Standing from the floor and heading to the kitchen to get a glass of water, Vance heaved a long sigh.
Vance was about to start drinking when he heard a loud thud coming from his room. Out of instinct, he dropped the glass on the kitchen island and ran to his room, where he opened the door to find someone he never would have suspected of being the flower culprit.
"[LastName]? So you were the one who kept leaving those damn flowers these past few weeks?"
Before clearing his throat, [Name] remained silent and appeared to still be in shock from being caught. He glanced away from the blonde in embarrassment.
"Uhm..I noticed you looked a lot more..grumpier than usual. So I just thought, well, y'know..I thought maybe if I left you these flowers, you'd feel a bit better.."
[Name] muttered softly under his breath, but Vance undoubtedly caught what he said, and he couldn't help but feel his heart flutter as it always did when he was near the [h/c].
[Name] [LastName], the only person who has ever approached him normally, the only person who never appeared to be scared of him, and the only person that 'Pinball' Vance Hopper wanted to spend his time with.
So the realization that [Name] was the person who left those flowers on Vance's bed almost every day caused his heart to race, and for once, Vance found the sensation to be quite pleasant.
"Oh..well, you could’ve just given them to me in person, you didn't have to act so fucking anonymous. If it were someone else, I would’ve beaten the shit out of them y'know."
Vance spoke while rubbing his nape in an attempt to conceal his flushed face from [Name], who could only stifle a laugh.
"Well, I'm glad you wouldn’t actually beat me up. But uh..did they make you feel a little better..?"
[Name] inquired, hoping that perhaps a small part of Vance was pleased to have received the bluebell bouquet. Vance let out a soft whisper, and [Name] couldn't help but wonder what the blonde had said.
"I'm sorry, what was that?" [Name] asked, hoping that the blonde wouldn't just give him a grunt as always, but would actually repeat his response to him.
"Tch, I said fucking yeah..dumbass." Vance muttered in a stern tone while glaring at the [h/c], but [Name] was aware that it wasn't a bad thing. The [h/c] was delighted to learn that Vance had liked the flowers he had given him over the previous few weeks.
"Well..I'll see you around then? I've already finished what I needed to do, so I'll get going now."
[Name] said, approaching the window as he started to climb outside, waving goodbye to the blonde who was only observing as the boy left, heaving a deep sigh to quiet his racing heart, and then shutting his window.
"Fucking dumbass.." Vance muttered under his breath as he sat on his bed and looked down at the bouquet of bluebells next to him, wearing a small smile on his face.
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The two started to hang out more frequently after that, and [Name] eventually invited Vance over to help him with the backyard garden.
[Name] spent time teaching Vance about various flower meanings, and Vance assisted in planting and caring for the flowers. The two enjoyed their time together very much.
Vance was on his way to [Name]'s house when he heard a loud cry and some boys laughing in the [LastName] family's backyard. He immediately ran to the source of the sound.
"Stop that! Get the hell off me!" The voice of [Name] screamed out as he struggled to free himself from one of the boys' grip on him and prevent the other two from destroying the garden.
The boy who was holding onto [Name] was quickly approached by Vance, who then punched him in the face while the other two boys were caught off guard and abruptly stopped what they were doing.
"Shit! It's Vance Hopper!" One of the two boys muttered as they witnessed Vance punch the boy repeatedly and without mercy even as blood spurted from his nose.
"Vance, stop! You'll get yourself into more trouble if you keep hurting him!"
[Name] shouted, attempting to free Vance from the boy he had just assaulted. With a scoff, Vance stopped and let the [h/c] pull him away from the now-unconscious teen, staring down at the two other boys who tensed at the harsh glare.
"If you even think of coming back here again, I'll beat your ass way fucking worse than what he got."
Both boys quickly nodded in response to Vance's warning, grabbed their friend, and ran out of the backyard. Vance and [Name] were left alone in the now-messy garden.
With a heavy sigh, [Name] grabbed Vance's wrist and dragged him inside his house so he could treat his bloody and bruised knuckles. "You go ahead and take a seat, I'll just go and get the aid kit."
Vance settled down on the couch without any complaints and patiently awaited [Name]'s return with the first aid kit.
"Hands out," Back in the living room, [Name] gave the command as he took a seat next to Vance, who immediately complied. [Name] had a wet cloth in his hand, and started wiping the blood off the blonde's knuckles. Vance hissed from the stinging sensation.
"You know you didn't have to do that, right?"
[Name] spoke, his eyes fixed on Vance's bloody knuckles as he took an antibiotic cream out of the first aid kit and started to apply it to the wound, Vance only stared at [Name].
"Did you really expect me to just stand there and watch as those fuckers ruin all of your hard work? Yeah, I don't fucking think so."
Vance responded, his eyes slowly lowering to [Name]'s hands as they started to delicately bandage his knuckles. [Name]'s lips started to flutter into a gentle smile.
"Well, that should do it." [Name] finished bandaging the wound, beaming up at his accomplishment as Vance smirked.
"Yeah, thanks." Vance murmured, lying back on the couch as he closed his eyes. He had not noticed [Name]'s longing gaze on him who decided to lay back next to him as well.
The two were practically glued to each other on the couch as [Name] linked his arm with Vance's, his hand holding his, and his head lying on Vance's shoulder.
Usually, after finishing the garden or after Vance had beaten someone and [Name] had to tend to his wounds, the two would perform these kinds of acts together.
The simple act of holding each other or even just being close to each other has always made them feel calm, at peace, and loved. They have always enjoyed these kinds of moments together as friends.
But who knows—possibly they'd become more than just friends in the future.
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AN: I had no idea how to end this, a part of me was thinking of just making them confess to each other, but another part of me just felt like leaving that up to your imagination, or something like that. Also, send more tbp requests, I need them.
©KEI-LUV. please do not translate or repost any of my work on any other platform, or claim any of it as your own. 2023
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chiconisroc · 3 months
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Questions and Answers Part 7 for Was Not the Hero
is Hunter bi like his Uncle Philip maybe they could bond because of it?
Answer - I don't think they will talk about it much, at least not in the story as there is so much for them to go through before Hunter feels comfortable to talk to Philip about such things
2. What if Philip had a Grimwalker of himself how would he treat him?
Answer - Philip would most likely mistreat it worse than he did with Caleb's copies. I like to think Philip has deep self hatred so seeing a copy of himself would give him a way to lash out to someone more, especially someone who wears his face
3. Will there be kiss scene between Philip and Silas?
Answer - hehehe, maybe : )...
More questions and answers :
4. Belos means beautiful in different languages like Portuguese which he is
Answer - hahaha, he definitely is beautiful
5. Does Philip sometimes dream about having a better life with Silas away from the boiling isles? or does he repressed them?
Answer - No, he completely repressed them
6. The Hexsquad will possibly think that Philip was into strong muscular dudes after he tells them his experience with Silas, Luz would get him to try to read LGBT theme books or shows so he could have better self esteem about himself and not lash out at other openly gay people
Answer - Oh, the scene when everyone discovers about Philip and Silas is gonna be interesting to write and the way they confront him about it well, it's gonna be a bit different : )
7. is Philip gender non conforming?
Answer - he accepts himself as a male
8. was Philip considered a witch caused he liked men, is left handed, weird as a kid, and wasn’t as deeply religious before he got caught with his boyfriend? and that why he didn’t return to the human realm cause he wanted to prove to his abusers that he one of them?
Answer - He was seen as his soul tainted by the devil before peeps found out about him and Silas. Things got worse for him when they found out about him and Silas unfortunately. But yeah, he definitely kept doing the terrible things he had done to prove that he was one of them. He wanted to prove he was a hero
9. Did Philip killed Caleb because his romance with Evelyn reminded him of his relationship with Silas and partially attacked him because of jealousy?
Answer - Nah. In my story, he tried to kill Evelyn cause she's a witch and Caleb got in the way. Philip's curse was acting up and blinded him with rage so he didn't realize he struck Caleb till it was too late
10. does Philas fall under the masculine-feminine gay couple trope? Since Silas is described as muscular at times While Philip hair is noted to be beautiful with some characters pointing it out?
Answer - Hmmm, I don't think so. Both Silas and Philip both have interests that would be considered i guess as 'feminine' by society's standards. Silas, who doesn't follow with labels much, just enjoys anything he thinks is interesting. He's lived a long life within different cultures to honestly learn to appreciate so much
11. Some people want to know more abt Silas, few others about Rafael... But what abt Michael? Ngl ever since his first appearance I've been very curious abt him and i REALLY want to know more abt him (he looks like a sassy b tbh). Will we get more things abt Michael? Or can you even tell rn something abt him? (I'm desperate for michael content, no pressure)
Answer - There definitely will be more about Michael soon : )
12. What if Silas killed Philip? When he finds out his crimes what would be the aftermath?
Answer - Can't say , may be spoilers : o
13. Can Silas swim?
Answer - He can now
14. Is Philip low key jealous that Silas is more muscular than him? Even back then? Does he have body image issues cause he looked girly and is jealous that Silas looks more masculine than him?
Answer - Nah, Philip was a bit too arrogant bout his intelligence and thought Silas was some brute the first time they met. Later he loved Silas too much to really be jealous
15. Silas kinda looks Like Izzy Hands
Answer - hahaha, you think so? Silas is by far taller and larger : o
16. Does Silas have a 6 pack or 8 pack
Answer - none unfortunately, hahaha
17. How would Philip act if he was drunk?
Answer - I think he probably be a sad drunk
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coolfireguy73 · 11 months
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I love your art style so much! If it's not weird to say, I aspire for my art to be like yours someday :)
Two questions:
1. The way you add different element to your traditional drawings (Different paper, colours, or materials is amazing. I'd love to hear about that process if you're willing to share
2. For the cryptid AU, it seems like everyone kept some remnants of their weaponry/knowledge. You've talked abt Engie purposefully not using his buildings, so I'm curious about what might have happened to the Medigun/s
Thank you for indulging my curiosity, I hope your day is good :)
First off: sorry to reply so late !!!
I wanted to reply to your question properly and take my time to share my process, so I waited until I had time to do so.
Anyway:
First question
I've filled up a lot of sketch books over the years and on of the problems I had was the emptiness of the pages.
I used to draw very small and like... one drawing per page.
I always loved how scrapbook looked, but was never able to fully integrate it in my sketch books (I'm still working on it)
Until I saw what David Armsby sketch books looked like. I mean, they aren't really sketch books but they included drawings and they looked so good ! They made me realize I could totally do something like that !
I started really trying to implement scrapbooking things in my sketch books one or two years ago. And I really should have stared sooner.
So, how do I go about it.
1. Colored paper
Usually when I start a new page I just draw what I have in mind. Then I'll glue pieces of colored paper in some of the empty spaces to draw on top of. Like this page for exemple:
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I first drew Old medic in the center, then glued the two red papers and drew on top of them. Doesn't really matter what drawing will go on top of which paper. The whole point of this is to make the page seem more full and busy.
There are two other ways I use colored paper. One, I draw directly on the colored paper, then glue it in my sketch book, or I cut it depending on the size of the drawings:
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And two, I already know what I will draw and I want to use colored paper to add to it, for exemple those Medic faces:
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Then, you can use all of those on the same page:
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Note, you can use all kind of paper, all colors, texture, motif, etc... You can also glue colored paper on top of different colored paper, go nuts, I'd recommend looking at scrapbooks for inspiration. Or any core and aesthetics you like really.
Also, I haven't used then yet but I bought thoes:
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These are just craft packs I found for cheap. They provide really cool paper I can use in the future. I also have a pack of normal colored paper.
2. Hate space
Try to fill the page as much as possible.
I've learned to hate every small inch of blank space on each page, if there is any I will try to find a small drawing to make or a doodle or glue more paper etc...
And if I don't find anything I'll come back to it later.
I'm still struggling with this part 😅 
3. Stickers and tape
Another thing that can help you fill your sketchbook are stickers and colored tape.
If you don't have any idea of what to put to fill a hole it's very easy to just stick a sticker there.
The tape, I use for places a piece of paper would be to big (I usually write the date on it)
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All in all, Just put whatever you want. You can add glitter, glue seashells and flowers and leafs, or candy wrapper even, the choice is your's really.
You should be proud and happy about your sketch book. It's yours, have fun with it !
Second question
I'll be easier to replie to this one 😅 
Most of the weapons were left at the base, like Sasha and, yes, Medic's medigun.
But that's normal, Medic was sent to a mental hospital, I don't think they would let him bring his medigun. Same for Heavy, he just went to get back medic, he didn't really need Sasha.
Sniper and Demoman still have their weapons because they were already quite affected when they left and already acted somewhat aggressively so, naturally, they brought their weapons whit them.
Hope this answers your questions, and again, sorry to reply this late 😅 
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analyzing the adjuration ravio board
ALRIGHT MOTHERFUCKERS SIT DOWN SHUT UP WE'RE GOING OFF 4 CUPS OF WATER AND A MIGRAINE BUT WE ARE GOING TO COPE
i unfortunately have an abysmal zoom so i've Enhanced the writing for bits I couldn't quite read but anyways LETS GET INTO IT. WITNESS THE ANALYSIS FROM AN IDIOT WHO BASICALLY ONLY KNOWS THE LORE OF FOUR SWORDS.
@not-freyja hi i hope you like this insane loveletter to adjuration (idk how else to. share it. yay)
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alright starting off with the timeline and all the looping fuckeries (motherfucker got more arrows than an ikea checkout lane)
time is scratched out and replaced with sapling. because of the war of eras? nickname yipee?
the music notes linking time to wind must refer to how the song of time sent time back and left that timeline w/o the hero's spirit
the triforce linking legend to time has to mean something but my minimal zelda lore knowledge is leaving me to die. ik its the downfall timeline, so is it a reference to how the triforce got Fucked Up by pig man? did it get messed up??? never actually played cards meaning to learn /reference
there's so many scribblies around hyrule (i love the hearts on the 'i's its adorable). hyrule found the book and thats why he gets loops?
[ hi revision glowmin here. had a thought: what if there's multiple timelines that branch out from when rulie first used the book. what if the first visit wasn't legend. how many fractured timelines could that one event have caused ]
from chapter 49: “So this entire situation is Rulie’s fault?” Twilight’s side moves as he talks and Hyrule leans away from him, falling into Wind instead." haha no don't dump all the fault on hyrule you're so sexy aha /reference
'dink does something fucky' has me cackling. is wild's existence caused by dink? three question marks, 3 parts of the triforce, mmmm that is cooking?? or could just be irony
that line also points to rulie again so i Think this has something to do with. the blood curse. that i only know about from fanfiction.
ALSO THE LINE CONNECTING RULIE TO WARS!! IS SCRATCHED OUT!! (also from chapter 49: "Dead, lightning bug,” Ravio soothes. “He’s dead, you killed him.”)
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who's dink is it anyways
the line about four's shadow has me. okay listen i don't remember the chapter but i KNOW there was a line abt the yiga talking about a small town forge. is that four's home from minish cap.
bc back when they met ravio the first (? i forgor) time, ravio told four to remind him about some dark magic (??) book. i thought this would be to revive shadow. is it. is it to revive red instead??
i am not okay abt red death
okay back to the flowchart: shit they haven't been to skyloft yet. i did not realize that until now
'palace' you mean the fucking TONGS FOUR SWORD PALACE??
the line drawn to the underlined dark link beneath time: 'hylia said "mouth of the river". i think this could either be time or sky. time bc he breaks the timeline into 3, sky bc he literally got cursed for being too cool
rulie: i am going to fucking SCREAM. the line from cia to rulie has 'why' written next to it and that's what i wanna know!! 'not safe' is in a fucking box!! underlined question marks!! ravio bbg please.
oh and 3 x's but idk if thats more triforce analogy or just. there to be There
recycled ganon had me cackle. inconsistent dates tho,,, is that like. linking up to why they're going in reverse in wild's time? bc twilight is the direct predecessor iirc???
wind: i cannot read what it says next to dead. looks like,,, 'masko' maybe? evidence of there being a dark: i have not beaten wind waker yet but I HAVE got the master sword. is the time lock shenanigan at the bottom of the ocean dink's fault or the master sword's fault.
i know like 2 things from hyrule warriors: traitors are cringe and cia apparently is creepy. thats probs why talking about dark versions of him is 'personal'. i wonder what 'safe' means in this context; safe to visit? safe to rule out? shaking ravio like a paper bag.
wild drives ravio to apple juice alcoholism more at 11. it is personal is underlined. is it wild's dark? rulie's dark? why are they going backwards? are they going to show up in wild's hyrule for when he DIES because they're going backwards? bro what is up with kyle.
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the visits lets fucking go
WHY IS 8 VISIT BLANK. HOLUP
revision glowmin again. We’re not at visit 9. I have no clue why I thought we were there. Migraines are shit.
visits 2 and 3 being about shadow and red. dont look at me i'm crying | visits 2 and 3 are in the same order both for ravio and the links. hmmmmm that's Odd
RAVIO LEARNING WHO RED IS AND THEN NEXT VISIT HE'S FUCKING DEAD. HE GOES TO WAR AND THEN HE'S FUCKING DEADDDDD
visit 6 'got em' what did you get ravio. huh?? you silly merchant man what did you get??? it certainly wasn't bitches
this is the part of the lore board that i actually fucking. bro the circles this is running me through is insane. like how do i even analyze this its making my headache die so we're just gonna spitball.
it. kind of goes in reverse? not really but kinda?? visit 9 is first for all the links, but last for ravio. is this linked to wild's visits being in reverse?
if it ends at 9 i'm gonna throw a sock at my wall
for visit 5 on ravio's side it looks like it says pregnant. ik it doesn't but i cannot make out what it is
[ revision glowmin here again. its research. why did i think it said pregnant. that has literally nothing to do with the fic. ]
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crying begins because i can barely ready any of this so bear with me here (BEAR WITH ME!!)
the first like. act of the fic summarized in 1 easy (/s /lh) flowchart. they see the what? rooms? runes? ruins? rains? god i'm illiterate
starting panic for the Dark. singular. i forgor how/if they figured out it was just one.
ravio crossing out where wild should be in the timeline is sending me. i think he's got shit from all 3 timelines in his hyrule (yadda yadda A GAME THEORY) so that would explain why they all just cross each other out.
'wind said shit' that's a good observation. is this as in he said STUFF or as in he cursed and actually said the shit word. important distinction. maybe Wind says something in the war of eras??
the question mark between cia and rulie. is that dink. whats up with the question marks after hyrule. does that imply that it fucking disappears at some point?? or do they just not know
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the part where i think ravio's mental state went wewewewewewewwoowowwowow
'evil god hylia?' the Potential though. i don't think its gonna happen but man that'd be a twist. how do you stop the reincarnation of your lover's soul: fucking kill all of them
'evil blink' is that. vaati?? nvm it says evil link i'm illiterate again oopsies!! now we know how ravio came up with dink. cooked
'inconsistent travel more than one person in control' yeah fucking kohga is in on this. drag him ravio
'resurrected monsters by blood curse/blessing' is this related to hyrule's blood curse. i don't think dink wants to revive ganon so what does he need the blood for. is he wanting to ascend to godhood?? vague sputtering sounds
one timeline makes sense when we hear abt why ravio didn't tell everyone about red's death. still sad but that line paired with 'so we keep going forward [...] no counting on do-overs [...] one step at a time [...] together [...] or not at all' really hits home.
this took 3 hours but yeah i'm Normal about this
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LOL ty! im glad you think i could write JFJFFNND but nah i use a lot of run on sentences lmfao but i also have too many ideas that are in my head or on my notes app
but honestly the avatar universe is just so good on its own like i think u can make 28747373 fics out of the canon story like and still make more yk but i do love thinking of neteyam and loak in different aus like the royalty one 🤭 soon to be king neteyam whose bethrothed to another but loves his maid he known since childhood and plans to run away with her to a small cottage with a garden to sustain themselves
and prince loak doesnt reallt care for neteyams future wife (only cares abt training and finds her bratty) but as time passes when she goes to visit them he falls for her and her bitchy attitude (i imagine their relationship is all bark no bite)
and OMLLL loak who goes to visit her families nation/kingdom and as he's getting a tour of the place he can hear rumours from the knights or princes at the event later that night that theyve had sex with her and she was crazy shit like that
and then the first time they have sex he finds out shes a virgin and he would be just so SOFT with her and when she wants to ride him he says she just doesn't have too but shes like No I will then cue her getting the wind knocked out of her as she slowly inches further down on him and then he just takes over and fucks her from that position - he pulls her down to where theyre chest to chest and hes trying really hard to not go so fast bc its her first time but hes going crazy he gotta grip the sheets and lots of praise from loak saying shes being such a good girl for him and calling her his princess
im realizing i made their dynamics so 180 from eachother LMDAOKFJFNF
also i think yk whose who sending the messages based on the typing style but ill just do that emoji anon thing NFND
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I swear it's like you read my mind because I was just going to make a post today asking if you wanted to be my first emoji anon lmao
Welcome 🤍 Anon!!!
I completely agree that on its own the Avatar universe is so huge and one of the most ideal worlds to write in. It's so unique and real - like firmly settled in what it is and how thought out/meticulously it was crafted. But there's also so much room for fans to take bits of it and put their own spin on it while still staying true to the overall world as a whole. Like the queue play thing: we know how they work and what they do for the most part, but we're able to be like "hmmm, I think it would feel AMAZING if we put it here (wink, wink)" and play with it and attach it to body parts that James Cameron would probably be horrified if he knew what we were trying to do to the sacred alien appendage 😂
Catch up on the story:
Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five
Extra: One | Two
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I can just imagine Lo'ak's reaction after Neteyam and his girl run away together and Lo'ak becomes the future king-to-be. He'd be so upset because his whole life he's been compared to his older brother and always in his shadow and Neteyam always got everything, but at least Lo'ak got to focus on training and eventually he would be able to settle down with someone that he gets to choose. But noooo, Neteyam gets everything he wants, including the girl he wants, and just left Lo'ak there to take over every responsibility that he just up and dropped.
Now Lo'ak has to take be betrothed to the girl Neteyam was supposed to be with and she's got an attitude problem even more than before Neteyam left. But can you blame her? Poor girl grew up in a society where men ruled everything and woman were looked at as things to be used or bargaining pieces. She knows what's said about her - the rumors that other people make up about her to put her down. God forbid we ever have a strong, independent woman with any sense of self confidence. And she thought she was getting lucky with Neteyam, maybe she finally found someone who would respect her and treat her well. But he never gives her a chance, prefers the company of a maid, and then runs away with her.
Her confidence would be absolutely shattered after that and then here comes her replacement prince, the king of attitude himself, also scorned by his older brother's actions. They both have walls up, both have issues they have to deal with - but when those walls finally come down? Hoooo boy. Magic ✨
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I don’t know if you could write a story about this, but what do the other Salamancas (or just Lalo’s family) think of his wife ? Ty <3
I’ll write abt the first time everyone went “wait ur married.” like two years into the marriage it kills me
SORRY FOR THE WAIT tumblr ate this draft literally 4x and then my connection would blow the moment i hit post look at me im on my knees. here's some blurbs about the moments they feel for hmmc though and then author notes about the general consensus on the poor thing
cw for hmmc and lalo's relationship imbalance
A Moment in Passing: Salamanca Style
A Moment with Marco and Leonel
The emotion is pity.
The candy slips in your hand and the grin crosses your face and it’s the smile that Marco realizes this was wrong. The problem with being a Salamanca is you knowingly do things that are wrong or at least ambiguous. But this feels strange, Leonel commented in the car. You had been his wife for five years now, only seen in passing and looking more content every time which was unnerving. When they had first met you, you were shaking in the courtyard of Lalo’s brand-new hacienda style house. You were nervous, like a dog that wasn’t socialized yet (and you were). The fridge was stocked with healthy things on the left, ingredients galore, and beers on the right. You ate portioned meals and drank water and juices. Lalo did not allow for much more.
After five years you suck on the lollipop with so much childish joy. A brief spark in your eyes. Lapping at it once, twice, before mumbling, “Thank you guys.” It is blue raspberry. You suck it, glancing around nervously if Lalo were to catch you taking an earthly pleasure that was not him.
It feels like pity for twenty-four years. Even when you greet them with a smile and hang off Lalo’s arm. It is watching a dog on its chain of 14 karat gold.
A Moment with Tuco
The emotion is confusion. It is like wondering about if a dog loves its life.
You had cried that day, much to Lalo’s dismay, when Tuco had come around and the boys were drinking too much. Firing shots at beer bottles, you startled from the kitchen. Two plates of birria sit there on the island, in the pretty Tuscany-styled kitchen. You peer around the corner with a wet face, with wet eyes, with a watery gaze. Lalo comes to you, sighing and rolling his eyes as Tuco watches, brows cross with confusion. His wife of three years is scared. He had seen you in passing, cooking, before scurrying to another room, tugging Lalo’s sleeve and not making eye contact. It was tender, the moments, but it looks worse when he sees it up close. Your glazed eyes are so trained on him, refusing to meet Tuco’s eyes.
You wept every time Tuco came around, he noticed after the third visit, probably because Lalo drank when he came around more than usual. The drunken ministrations and come-ons from Lalo in front of his cousin made you sniffle in embarrassment, still newlywed to him after those three years. It escalates every time he rolls around and the memories collect dust from the late 80s, the 90s, and today in 2003.
You don't weep when he comes around, not today. Lalo is plastered, sipping off the decanter like it's water, and you sit unmoving on his lap as the men chatter. Unacknowledged, as common as if Lalo had a pillow on his lap. Your head lulled into his shoulder, Tuco wonders when the grew to love Lalo.
Pulling out of the driveway, the emotion is wariness. Wondering if a dog so disciplined is bound to react one day and bite.
A Moment with Hector
The emotion is gratefulness, wariness, it's a sinking sadness in the belly.
When he met you twenty some years ago, he scoffed. There was no real reason to keep a wife after they had a baby and according to Lalo, you weren't even fertile so there was no reason to keep you. But it was twenty-four years since Lalo wed you, twenty-two since Hector met you in the hacienda-style house all silent and shaky. You loomed around corners like you were an intruder despite the house being built specifically for you.
You were focused on a vase, sitting by Hector and Lalo as they spoke. He wondered how long it would last, your silence, as you scribbled into the paper. A vase. You had drawn a vase full of faux poinsettas as they spoke on life or death matters, on business, on betrayal, and the rest of every other ungodly topic and you sat in a sundress doodling a vase. Sheepishly, you showed Lalo and, beside him, Hector scoffed. A fucking vase.
The emotion then was agitation, but today it was wariness. Something adjacent to gratefulness that your silence lasted twenty-four years in Casa Tranquila, Lalo toting you over the border like a rich woman's purse dog. Doodling today, in your sundress, dragging the shitty nursing home marker over the paper as Lalo consoles him with a grin, slipping liquor from his flask into the shitty drink. Scribble.
"And we'll get you home right, tio?" he grins. Clink.
A marker on the table, and it's silent with no drag of a felt tip on the paper but a slight noise. The wobble of thick construction paper as it's moved through the air. A vase. You drew a fucking vase again.
The emotion of agitation looms again, but then the gratefulness surges just a bit. Never a word means never a word of pity left you, your sheepish grin the same as when he could walk and talk. A good dog is a quiet dog.
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tldr everyone knows their relationship definitely has awful undertones because its lalo 1 and 2 hmmc is extremely withdrawn and quiet. shes usually likened to a dog like in companion dog due to the way she follows lalo and his orders. she didnt meet the family for two years because lalo had her isolated in a ranch home training her to be a meek and mild wife. everyone feels bad for her but also like its lalo and since family is first everyone turns the other way on the topic
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hhoneyglasss · 11 months
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coke zero
notes: hello ! it's been a bit, but here's my first take on lovely ! i've nvr written for them before, so pls be patient w me lolol. i'm also trying out third person perspective, since i think that's what ppl tend to prefer in terms of listener characters (plus i've nvr written it before). i actually kinda like it, so i'll def be writing it more.
also, i actually began writing this awhile ago (like two or three weeks now) before i knew abt vincent and lovely's new BA, so i added a different ending to this so it would go a bit better with it (said ending had me adding 700 words to this fic, but that's oki !) also, ig this would take place before said new audio, although i'm not sure it matters. figure i'd mention it anyways tho.
and no, i am not sponsored by coke zero !! i just thought it would be smth lovely would like (don't ask, bcuz idk either)
hope u enjoy !!!
pov: lovely — third person limited
pairings: lovely/vincent, lovely/coke zero (jkjk)
word count: 1.7k
ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46691254
!! TWs {these begin under the cut} !! slight angst, but nothing too severe. lovely gets a little emo in this one, basically.
reblogs r v much appreciated !! thank u !! <33
It’s a nice night tonight–the moon is round and full, a pale, milky glow overlaying everything in view. The stars seem to glitter even though they’re lightyears and lightyears away, almost as if they’re calling to Lovely, who's sitting on the railing of their balcony. 
Vincent’s out tonight–some business to attend to with William about a new property they’re buying. He asked if they wanted to tag along, but they declined, so a chaste kiss was left on their cheek before he hurried out the door, only the scent of peppermint and diesel left behind. 
A Coke Zero’s in their left hand, though they don’t know why. They didn’t even realize they were buying it until they felt the weight of an 8-pack in their hands, the store receipt crumpled in their back pocket. 
They can’t remember the last time they drank it, but they do know one thing–it doesn’t taste the same as it used to. 
Gone is the taste of humid summer nights and anxious all-nighters before an exam. Gone is the taste of embarrassment because they blew out yet another lightbulb. Gone is the taste of seawater underneath the warmth of the day’s sun. 
Each time they take a sip, it’s sweet, sour, then bitter, yet they keep drinking–and they know they’ll keep drinking until the entire bottle’s gone, until the entire pack is gone. They’ll keep going until nothing’s left but eight empty glass bottles and memories still so vivid they’re painful. 
How do you manage when you’re stuck between two worlds yet forever bound to one? You could say it’s funny, but Lovely thinks it’s sad–although there’s a part of them that can appreciate the humor and irony of it. 
How can one claim to still be human when their heart doesn’t even beat? How can they call themselves ‘human’ when their blood is forever frozen? How can they still feel human when they run so fast that death can’t even catch up? 
When they look around them and can see the smallest fibers of dust floating through the night air, they know they couldn’t before. When they pick up the scent of squirrels asleep in their nest half a mile away, they know any other human can’t. 
But isn’t this what they chose? Isn’t this what they wanted? 
It’s been over a year, yet they’ve still got one foot in the human door and a hand in the vampires’. They look in the mirror and see silver and red eyes staring back, yet they swear they can still feel the pulse of electricity in their veins. Their core is nothing but a solid sphere of marble, yet they can still feel their face heat up whenever Vincent kisses them. 
What’s the point of being able to run faster than wind if they can’t outrun this? They seem to have escaped everything else, outran everything else, but somehow the human part of them is able to stay up to speed? Why? 
These are the answers they’re searching for as they stare up at the moon, a celestial oculus penetrating the black of the night. They think about how this is the same moon they’ll see for the rest of eternity.
Eternity. The thought of being alive that long makes them laugh so hard some of the Coke Zero spills over the side of the bottle, and it slides down their hand. They laugh and laugh and laugh until it turns to tears, and the tears mix with the Coke Zero and the sound of it fizzing makes them wish they could go back to who they were before. 
They watch as it drips down their hand and onto the wood of the railing before it soaks into the cracks of the splinters, and it‘s gone. 
Earlier today, they had cut their palm on the edge of a paper they were cleaning from off the kitchen counter. One drop of blood had dripped before magic flowed to their hand, and the cut was gone. They felt the tears worsen when the expected burn of soda in a half-healed paper cut never came, and they tilt their head back. 
Isn’t it backwards to wish for the delicate vulnerability that comes with being human? They miss the cheap latex bandaids, the pain of isopropyl alcohol, the countless bruises that appeared on their skin even though they hadn’t a clue where they came from. They miss being reckless—they miss doing stupid shit and having to face the consequences of it. 
And maybe this was why they fell off that mountain. Maybe it wasn’t just an accident—maybe it was their attempt to feel that human fragility again that they took for granted. They got so close, too—until they fed and the wounds healed and not a scar was left in the wake. 
Maybe that’s why they gun it 80 down 45 mile an hour roads. Pedal pressed down to the ground as far as it will go, wheels squealing against the asphalt as they chase that mortal thrill of being careless and impulsive. Yet each time the crash is incoming, they catch themself, and the danger of it all disappears. The high remains out of reach, forever a forbidden finish line. 
It seems they’re too fast and too slow at the same time, how sad is that? A dichotomy that lives and breathes inside Lovely, someone who’s torn between two halves of themself. 
Will these feelings change? Will they ever not feel like a stain on the Solaire name? Will there be a time where they look in the mirror and see those silver eyes and come to accept them? Will they ever feel like themself again? 
Lovely takes another swig of Coke Zero and looks up at the sky. They can’t answer their own questions, so why should the stars be able to? All they do is twinkle millions of miles away–Lovely supposes they’re chasing their own questions too. 
They hear Vincent at the front door, but before they’re able to react, the whoosh of the balcony doors can be heard behind them. They turn to see him standing there, his hands still holding onto the knobs. He catches the reflection of the moonlight on their tear stained cheeks, and he’s holding them before they even had the chance to set down their bottle. 
He asks them what’s wrong, but they don’t answer. Sobs hold back their voice, and they stay quiet as they lean into him. He doesn’t press his questions, but instead continues holding them, his hands running up and down their back as they rest their head in the crook of his shoulder. 
The minutes continue to tick by until Lovely pulls away, the heel of their palm wiping away the new tears they had shed. They look up at him, a shy smile tugging at their features when they ask if they can go on a run together. Vincent nods, smiles back, and holds their hand anyway as he leads them down to the ground floor of the house. 
Before he can ask them where they’d like to go, they’ve broken into a sprint through the underbrush, and he’s quick to follow soon behind them. Their laughter up ahead fades into the sound of cracking twigs and crunching leaves, and he can’t help but to laugh too. The brambles catching and tugging into their jacket have yet to faze Lovely as they keep running, the wind warm on their face as it dries the rest of their tears. They don’t know where they’re going, but they don’t quite care either, so they just keep running until they find out. 
They finally see a break in the forest’s artillery of trees and they emerge through it, a welcomed burn pulsing through their legs and their breath heavy as they walk onto new ground. Vincent’s close behind them, and Lovely giggles as he combs the gumballs and twigs out of his hair. 
They turn away from him and look around. They’re at a cliff–or more specifically, a waterfall, as they can hear the sloshing and rushing of water to their right. The ground is soft and doughy beneath them, the marsh plush as they walk towards the edge of the cliff. They sit down on it, their legs dangling over the black, jagged rock as they gaze down at the pool of black water down below. They run their fingertips along the edges of the cliff’s precipice, the texture rough and gritty, but cool from the waterfall’s mist.
Lovely stands up again and begins to take off their shirt and shorts, to which Vincent chuckles and asks what they’re doing. They point down at the pool, a sly smirk pulling at the corners of their lips. Vincent sighs before pulling off his own shirt and pants, and he moves to stand beside them. 
Lovely grabs his hand and smiles at him, and he swears the sight coaxes the air out of his lungs. He’s breathless as he looks away, and Lovely counts down from three before they finally jump off, their hands still intertwined. 
On the way down, Lovely yells, a wondrous sound filled with so much joy it has Vincent yelling too. It turns into loud laughter as the intense rush of wind grows cooler and the water comes closer. They finally splash down and Lovely relishes in the feeling of water wrapping around their skin and Vincent’s hand still in theirs. 
When they finally reach the surface and their eyes meet his, they swear they’ve never felt more free. 
They both cliff dive for hours, jump after jump yet the excitement of it never fades away. The night passes before they finally shrug back on their clothes and sit on the cliff again, the black sky fading as the dawn begins. The sun still has yet to rise when Vincent hands Lovely a bottle of Coke Zero–they smile and let out a small chuckle. He’s got a bottle for himself too and he pops it open with his teeth before wrapping his arm around their shoulder. They lean into him, and a sigh leaves them as they take that first drink. They both sit there as they watch the sunrise, the only sounds that can be heard being the rushing of water beneath them and the swishing of Coke Zero in glass bottles.
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