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miharuki · 7 months

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hello!!! may i request second part of "once upon a time there a blue love"? thank you

(i think it would be cute if you included small moments between reader and Felix because they're cousins and I'm curious about how their relationships are and if reader told him about her and luka and their separation yk in episode where he was introduced as Argos. I'm also happy that you wrote moment from season 5 about Luka moving away because i can barely find any Luka x reader that catched up to season 5)

feel free to ignore this request and this suggestion. i just wanted to say that i appreciate your work and that you're doing great writings. take care!!!

I'm replying to these two messages, this one took a lot of work Thank you for liking my content, I worked hard on part 2 (3864 Words ) Again remembering that my English is not the best, it is not my original language ;P

Your requests are an order!

(angst, fluff at the end, Gabriel is still the worst person, Félix already knowing things without you needing to say it, Marinete and Adrien dating, season 5 spoiler)

(Part 1:)

𝕺𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖀𝖕𝖔𝖓 𝖆 𝕿𝖎𝖒𝖊 𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖆 𝕭𝖑𝖚𝖊 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝕻𝖙 2

Once upon a time...

There was an elegant house with noble people They lived rich, rich in black hearts At the top of that mansion, there was a room, a room with a window, a window with a marvelous view, but it belonged to a lifeless room, a room where a person who loved too much was imprisoned, you, Oh, poor girl, she saw from her window everyone else being free, while she stayed and lamented not being good enough for her beloved, who is far away and with whom you can no longer converse, And all because her father is concerned about her status, so concerned that he didn't think twice before imprisoning his daughter, like Rapunzel in her tower.

"—And how is she doing?" Nino asked as he placed his hand on Adrien's shoulder, who was approaching the circle of friends.

—My father still says she's sick, and she doesn't seem to leave her room when I'm around," Adrien said, sighing sadly as he remembered how, after the events and Luka's trip, she was practically "isolated" in her room, which according to her father, claims she's too ill to leave. This raised suspicions among some friends, especially Marinette and Ayla.

"But we haven't seen her in a week!" Rose said, hugging Juleka, causing Adrien to sigh.

"I know, but from what my father told me, she got sick during one of the rehearsals and now needs to rest, especially because he doesn't want me to get sick too."

Now, this seemed even more suspicious to her friends. Marinette looked at her phone, seeing her friend's list of unanswered calls. She then glanced at Adrien, noticing how he seemed a bit down, and approached him. Despite her feelings for him, she placed her hand on his shoulder, making him look at her.

"Don't worry, I'm sure she'll be fine," Adrien smiled at her, while everyone else agreed, not wanting to make the situation sadder."Have you tried calling her?" Ayla suggested, looking at her friend Marinette, who was frantically using her phone as if trying desperately to get in touch with you."No, my father told me she dropped her phone in one of the fountains while landing, and that's why she got sick"Something is definitely wrong.

Meanwhile, you were locked in your room, unable to leave your eternal "punishment," still not understanding why things were this way. You realized that your father was making you feel lonely again as you looked around the messy room. You got up from the bed and looked under it, spotting a decorated and locked box. Pulling it out, you removed a key that was attached to your necklace, along with another one that Luka had given you in the past. You used the key to unlock the box, and you smiled upon seeing the various items it held—a small Viperion plushie that Luka had won and gifted you during one of your encounters, numerous song lyrics, and a few other objects given by your friends, the ones your father hadn't confiscated.

You realized how much you resembled your past self, feeling empty, lonely, and above all, with no one to talk to or confide in. You closed the box and locked it again, tucking the key inside your shirt as you climbed back onto the bed. You clutched your blouse and felt the other necklace Luka had given you, hearing the door open behind you without even looking back.

"Your father told you that you will return to modeling again, and this time he expects you to comply," Nathalie said as she fiddled with her tablet."By the way, your dinner will be delivered to your room again. I hope you eat this time," Nathalie turned to leave without waiting for your response, closing the door behind her, and you could hear the door being locked. You sighed sadly, then walked over to the window, looking out at the landscape that thankfully hadn't been taken from you. You gazed at the distant Eiffel Tower and the starry night that adorned its background, thinking about how beautiful the night was despite being alone in your locked room. You prayed that Luka was okay.

"I've already talked to Luka about the situation," Juleka said as she joined her group of friends. Marinette, being the great planner she was, was trying everything to make things calmer. "He told me to send his regards to her and that as soon as she can, she should call him."

"I still find this very strange!" Marinette said as she got up from the sofa in her room and started pacing in circles. "I mean, after Luka's sudden departure, a few days later, Adrien says that (name) is sick? There's something wrong here."

"Look, this time I even agree, but it could also be true. Don't you guys remember it rained last week? And do you remember the photo in the magazine that day, right? It's clearly (name) in the rain posing, so obviously, she would get sick!" Ayla said as she tried to ease the situation.

"Yes, true, I saw it!" Rose said while standing beside Juleka, making her nod in agreement too.

"But still!" Marinette said before a hand was placed on her shoulder, making her look back to see her friend Ayla.

"Look, that's enough, Marinette. I think you should put this aside, especially since you have a date with Adrien tomorrow."

"Yes, that's true!" the girls said, making their friend Marinette blush, while she tried to speak but gave up.

Meanwhile, (name) put on her fakest smile as she continued to pose at certain locations. "Yes, perfect! Very good!" the photographer exclaimed as he continued taking photos, with you striking every pose and wearing a cute outfit. Finally, the photo shoot was over. "Break time," he said, and you sat down, your smile fading, returning to your sad expression. You spotted Nathalie approaching with her tablet.

"You're doing well, because of that, you can choose what you'd like to eat," she said, looking at her tablet without leaving your side.

"I-I think... I'd like some (your preferred food) from Dupain-Cheng Bakery, please," you said, looking at the ground before turning to Nathalie.

Nathalie gave you a quizzical look before sighing and going to her driver, who then got into the car. Nathalie returned to your side, looking at her tablet and tapping away. You let out a tired sigh, sitting down, swinging your legs and looking around to try to pass the eternal boring time. In the meantime, you glanced up at the blue sky, watching the birds fly by and catching a glimpse of a red and black blur streaking across the sky, heading somewhere. "Here you go, eat while you still have time," Nathalie said as her bodyguard and driver handed her the Dupain-Cheng Bakery bag containing the food you had requested.

"Thank you..." you said in a low tone, almost like a whisper, looking at the school and smelling the sweet scent of the bakery where your friend lived.

"Tomorrow is the Diamond Ball, so after your session today, we'll take you to the studio to order your dress. Your father wants you to look good," you only nodded, listening to Nathalie go over your schedule.

Since you returned to modeling, your father refused to let you be alone, so you were always accompanied by Nathalie, who, although she seemed fine, you couldn't help but glance at the equipment on her legs, wondering if something had happened to her.

"Come on, show me a look of comfort! A look of longing, as if you were reminiscing about seeing these flowers!" the photographer said as he asked you to hold a bouquet of red roses, sitting on a picnic blanket with flowers all around. "Not like that!" he said, looking at your expression. "Show more emotion! A little happiness! See how beautiful these flowers are!" he pointed at the bouquet. Looking at the bouquet, you saw a blue dragonfly land on a rose, and a faint memory of a garden you went to with Luka came back to your mind, making you miss him. You gave a small smile as you buried your face in the roses, inhaling their sweet and fragrant scent, smiling at the memory of the day he asked you out.

"Yes! Perfect! Very good! Keep going!"

"Would you like any roses? A ribbon or some colorful embellishment?" asked the seamstress as she took your measurements. "No need for color, just white will do. The outfit Mr. Agreste designed only requires adjustments elsewhere," Nathalie replied as she tapped on her tablet. You watched as the seamstress took your measurements to add to the dress. And of course, you were also looking at the shoes, which your father had also designed, but for some reason, he wanted everything to be perfect.

"Welcome, Mrs. Agreste," the guard said as he allowed you and your father to pass. Your gaze remained melancholic, though not enough for anyone to notice that you were sad; it simply showed that you didn't want to be there, which clearly you had no choice in. Sitting on a sofa, you waited and watched everyone there enjoy themselves, not letting on as some tried to talk to you or somehow get your attention. All you did was divert your gaze until you reached the soft white couch.

"You look sad, did something happen?" a voice asked, and you looked to see what appeared to be your brother."Hello to you too, Félix," you said as you closed your eyes and leaned back on the couch."You always know how to identify me no matter what," he said, almost laughing if he didn't see your tired expression. He approached and sat beside you."What happened? You're usually more lively," he said as he looked at you, prompting you to release a tired sigh.

"My father..." Félix sighed with his words, but before he could say anything more, looking at Gabriel in the distance, a voice came to your rescue.

"Hello, (name)!" You opened your eyes, seeing Kagami. You blinked as she sat down on your other side, and you straightened up. It had been a while since you talked to any of your friends."You haven't been to school anymore. I heard you were sick. Are you feeling better now?" You looked away, glancing at Gabriel in the distance, almost choking."Yeah, of course, I was kind of, you know, sick... you know, now I'm better!" You said, not wanting to know what kind of lie Gabriel had told Adrien for him to be able to tell the others like this.

Before Kagami could ask another question or say anything else, you suddenly got up.

"You know, I'm going to grab a drink or something to eat, be right back!" you said as you almost ran away. You didn't want to talk about anything, but what could you say? Tell them that your father didn't approve of relationships and that he had put you on indefinite punishment for lying, running away, and breaking the one rule he gave you? How could you talk about this situation?

Near the food area, you grabbed some sweets to try to occupy your thoughts and emotions. As you looked at the dance floor, you saw your cousin, who resembled your brother, dancing with someone. Not wanting to say anything, you simply ignored it.

You entered the bathroom after eating some sweets and looked in the mirror, observing your well-groomed and elegant figure, your perfectly done hair, and your fancy dress. This wasn't you. The only thing you saw that truly belonged to you was your necklace, which you had hidden under the dress. Pulling it out, you looked lovingly at your reflection in the mirror, seeing the necklace that Luka had given you.

"Luka..." You never stopped loving him, even though your father had locked you in your room. You never stopped missing him. Crouching in the bathroom while looking at your necklace, you caressed it, hoping that someday you would find him again.

"Adrien!" you heard someone shout, looking out of the plane window. You saw Marinette running towards the airplane stairs with Adrien following behind.

Ah yes, it seems you weren't the only one with a forbidden affair. You watched Marinette and Adrien kiss before the bodyguards separated them. A wave of déjà vu came over you when you saw this scene, which felt so familiar. You saw Adrien being dragged onto the plane and placed in his seat, looking out the window while crying.

You averted your gaze and saw the plane starting to move to take off. You lay down, holding your blouse and feeling the necklace underneath it. You prayed and wished that you could find Luka.

"This will be your room," Nathalie showed you the hotel room. You saw that the view was nice, but it wasn't anything special. It was just another room where you would be confined. You leaned on the balcony railing, looking at the horizon and feeling the wind tussle your hair.

"It's only for a few days..." you commented, resigning yourself to the situation, holding the necklace that Luka had given you once again. You sighed with sadness.

"Can I stay in the park for a while, please?" you asked your bodyguard, who was currently looking after you while you posed for photos since Nathalie had fallen ill and couldn't make it. You looked at him, waiting for a response, and he saw the sadness and emptiness in your eyes, so he nodded in sympathy. You smiled weakly as you hugged your bodyguard. "Thank you..." He just patted your head and pointed to a bakery nearby, and you nodded. He would be in the bakery while you stayed in the park.

You watched your bodyguard's back disappear as he entered the bakery, and you smiled as you sat on the park bench, feeling a sense of freedom being away from supervision. However, a sad sigh still hung on your face, as if you were feeling trapped.

"A smile suits you better," you choked when you heard someone speaking, a familiar voice. Looking at the owner of the voice, you couldn't believe what you were seeing.

"Luka..." you said softly in a whisper, getting up from the bench. Your hands trembled. The boy with blue-tipped hair smiled as he approached slowly. He was nervous, hoping it wasn't a dream. He hugged you when he was close enough, burying his head in your neck.

"I missed you so much!" he said as you returned the hug, feeling the tears you had held back for so long, also feeling the boy's tears staining your clothes.

"Luka!"

"You didn't call me anymore, I had no sign from you. I thought something had happened. But then Juleka told me you had gotten sick, but that's not true, is it?" Luka looked at you, asking for confirmation, but all you did was bite your lip and turn your face away. "Why are you hiding, love?" Luka asked as he placed his hand on your cheek, caressing it.

"I..." You didn't want to talk. You didn't want to burden Luka. He wasn't at fault. You didn't want to speak; all you wanted was to be with him now.

"Please, (name), you can tell me," he said as he hugged you, stroking your hair.

"It was him, wasn't it?" You lifted your gaze to Luka before turning away again.

"I won't force you if you don't want to..."

"Someone told my father about our relationship. He doesn't accept the fact that I'm dating someone who isn't 'famous' or a friend of my father's. He took away all my technology so I couldn't talk to you or our friends. He thinks me leaving was a terrible idea. I'm sorry..."

"It's not your fault... it never was..." Luka placed his hands on both your shoulders.

"B-but! It was my fault. I didn't follow my responsibilities; I was careless, and I couldn't talk to you either... It's my fault... I just... my father, he just...!" Suddenly, an irritated expression crossed Luka's face.

"It doesn't matter!" You looked shocked at the boy as he wiped away your tears and put on a gentle smile.

"No matter what your father says or what the media wants, you've made me the happiest boy on the planet, and I've missed you so much since we were apart. You keep being the song that plays in my mind. I don't care if others see; I love you, (name)!" With that, Luka put his hand on your cheek, pulling your face closer to his, and finally kissed you. Not a peck or just any kiss—it was a kiss of love, one that showed how much you both loved each other. Amid that romantic moment, several people stopped to look at both of you.

"(Name) Agreste, Adrien Agreste's twin sister and Gabriel Agreste's daughter, kissing a boy in a public park." That's what people thought as they passed through the park, and some took photos.

"I love you, (name)," Luka said as he rested his forehead against yours.

"I love you too, Luka..."

"It seems that it wasn't enough," Mrs. Tsurugi commented as she listened to the latest news report that Gabriel was speaking in.

"Your children are being disobedient, unlike my daughter. Yours are out of control," Gabriel groaned in frustration as he looked at the screen, seeing the photo someone had posted. The photo itself wasn't particularly striking, just a girl taking a selfie with you and Luka kissing in the background. Similar photos like this ended up in some local newspapers, especially in the fashion industry, which only added to Gabriel's irritation. As if it wasn't enough to have to punish you, Adrien followed suit, and now just when it seemed like you were behaving, you go and kiss some random boy...

"It's not working... I think I'll have to proceed with the plan," Gabriel said as he looked at another screen, watching the cameras showing you, Adrien, and Kagami lying in white beds in a room that resembled a sanitarium.

"Let's begin..."

"(Name)!" Luka called out, running to you. You looked at him sadly, and he stopped, now concerned, as you turned.

"(Name), my love, what happened?" He placed a hand on your shoulder, seeing your back.

"Let's break up..." The boy's expression was shocked when he looked at you.

"What do you mean, (name)?" He seemed to want it to be a lie, hoping it was a lie. You had met again just a few days ago, and now you wanted to break up. Didn't you love him?

"(Name)?" You pulled away from the boy.

"Let's break up! I don't want to see you anymore!"

"(Name), if you can explain to me what's wrong, I'm sure we can find a way..." he said, trying to hold onto some hope.

"I don't like you, Luka. Why can't you understand that? I don't want this anymore!" You said angrily to the boy, who looked at you with sadness. He tried to reach out to you, but you simply pulled away until another random boy appeared, taking you away, leaving Luka shocked.

"(Name)....?"

Upon waking up, Luka realized it was just a dream. He brought his hand to his face, wiping away the tears, and sighed, feeling his heart calm down. He reached for his phone, checked the time, and saw his wallpaper—a happy photo of both him and you. He smiled, knowing it was just a nightmare, and that as much as it seemed real, it wasn't. You loved each other too much for something like that to happen.

He held onto the necklace you had given him on his birthday and looked at the ring on his finger—a ring that symbolized your relationship.

That is until...

"Bring back Adrien and Kagami!" Luka didn't know what had happened, but suddenly, everyone started getting akumatized. He knew it had something to do with the nightmare he had because his father and the secretary had reported having extremely heavy nightmares and couldn't stop thinking about them.

"Let's go! We need you!" Bunnix said, opening a portal for them to pass through.

"Thank you, Luka," you said as you leaned against him, watching your friends having fun in the pool at your house. You couldn't remember anything, and all Luka remembered was that suddenly, while fighting to break the akumatized rings, there was an explosion in the sky, and then he woke up, noticing you beside him. He wished it wasn't a dream now, and that you could be together.The look Marinette gave him was enough for him to know that you were now by his side, to stay.

"I should be the one thanking you," you looked at him confused, while he chuckled and gently kissed your lips, leaving both of your faces blushing and happy. "I'm lucky to be dating an amazing girl like you, (name)!"

"I love you, (name)!"

"I love you more, Luka!"

Applause came from some friends who were nearby, watching as you kissed again, but this time, it was to confirm something you both already knew— that you loved each other.

It took me 2 days to finish!!! And I finally finished!!!! Amen! I hope you liked it, if you want I can do another part :)

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hobiebrownismygod · 8 days

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Have an angsty snippet of my Hobie Brown x Reader fanfiction lol

This is what I headcanon his backstory is something like

TW: Blood, grief, death, very minor fluff, Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Green Day (not really a trigger but whatever), Hobie's lines are bolded btw

A/N I KNOW GREEN DAY DIDN'T EXIST IN HOBIE'S TIME BUT I LOVE THIS SONG SO LET ME HAVE MY FUN 😭

~2k words

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"Aww Hobes, what are you doing?"

A 9 year-old Hobie Brown looked up at his big brother, his stubby little fingers still attached the chords of the older boy's new guitar. "I'm just looking!" he replied with a cheeky grin, holding the guitar back when his brother tried to grab it.

"Oi, give it back you prick!" The boy laughed, trying to snatch it again. Hobie danced away giggling, holding the guitar over his head. "Come and get-HEY!" The older boy tackled Hobie to the floor and pried the guitar out of his hands, holding it back out of his reach.

"ABEEE!!" Hobie whined, his arms folded tightly over his chest. "Give it back!"

"You stole it first!" Abe giggled,

"You're a jerk!"

"Who taught you that word?" Abe asked, wagging his finger at his little brother teasingly. "You're too little to be using mean words like that."

Hobie groaned, turning away from his brother and huffing. After a moment, the older boy sighed and crouched down behind his brother. "Ya want me to show you a couple chords?"

Hobie's face lit up. "Yea!"

Ten minutes later, he was all bundled up in his brother's arms while he showed him the different strings. "Alright this one's A." Abe put three fingers on the guitar and strummed it. Hobie nodded along, the side of his head on his brother's chest.

"And this one's A7. This one's A minor, this one's B minor, and this one's B7"

"I can't remember all those!" Hobie groaned.

"Alright, alright!" his brother said with a laugh. "How about I play you a song instead?"

"Okay." Hobie pulled out of his brothers arms to sit back against the old, broken down couch, a smile on his face as he waited for his brother to begin.

The older boy smiled at his little brother, pulling his hair back before resetting the guitar in his lap, fingers pressed against the chords.

He began playing. It wasn't the original song, more of a quiet, sadder, solo version. Hobie closed his eyes with a grin, taking a deep breath in. Even if it wasn't the real deal, he loved listening to his brother sing. His warm voice, the sound of the strums...it made him feel safe.

I walk a lonely road

The only one that I have ever known

Don't know where it goes

But it's home to me, and I walk alone~

His brother hummed to the music, tapping his foot to the ground to follow the beat. Hobie followed, moving his head side to side with every tap, his fingers fidgeting together as he smiled up at Abe.

I walk this empty street

On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams

Where the city sleeps

And I'm the only one, and I walk alone~

Abe was really all he had left. He used to have a lot of siblings, two sisters and one brother other than Abe. He was the youngest of the five and of course, the rowdiest. His parents had been pretty cool too, his dad worked at a radio station and his mom had been a stay-at-home mom.

I walk alone, I walk alone

His youngest sister had gone first. She was only a year older than Hobie, but she had been less than five pounds as a baby and always had problems with sickness and diseases. After the water had been contaminated by another one of Oscorp's toxic waste dumps...well she had been the first to go. Her and children from nearly every family in the neighborhood.

My shadow's the only one who walks beside me

My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating

Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me

'Til then, I walk alone~

Then went his mother. She was so grief-stricken by his sister's death that she went into depression. She didn't eat, she didn't sleep, and eventually the water got to her too. They were buried only a few months apart.

I'm walking down the line

That divides me somewhere in my mind

On the borderline

Of the edge, and where I walk alone

His middle brother, three years older than him, went into a rage about the water. He was young, but old enough to do something about it. He went to the station and when they didn't do anything, he made a fuss. He wrote letters to the city board, protested in front of stations and then one day, they took him to jail. He was beat to death two days later, just a few hours before his bail was accepted.

Read between the lines

What's fucked up, and everything's alright

Check my vital signs

To know I'm still alive, and I walk alone

Eventually, the water was fixed. It became, not the cleanest, but better. Babies stopped dying. People were surviving.

Then the riots started.

People were angry. Everyone hated the police, the officers that patrolled the streets everyday yet did nothing to stop everyday crime. Fights would break out, shots would be fired, and eventually his sister, his oldest sister, got caught in the crossfire.

Someone had stolen her school bag. She asked the police officer nearby if he'd seen who'd taken it. She'd had her hands in her pockets.

He thought she had a gun.

He shot her.

And then there were three.

I walk alone, I walk alone

His father didn't let anything stop him. After his sister's death, he started using his job to make a difference. He spoke out about Osborne on the radio every day. He rallied people together, he told them not to take what was going on in the community.

And then Osborne himself came after him.

He took down his radio station, burnt it to the ground, and threw his father into jail. The poor old man couldn't stand it. He'd lost his wife, most of his kids...the stress was too much. Within months, he'd died too.

It was just Hobie and his brother left.

Him and Abe against the world.

My shadow's the only one who walks beside me

My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating

Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me

'Til then, I walk alone~

Abe did a lot to take care of him. He sold their old, rackety house for a tiny apartment. He worked odd jobs day and night, trying to provide for Hobie. Instead of taking the risk of sending him to school, Abe taught Hobie at home. Especially math and science, something both of the boys shared a love for.

They grew close. Hobie loved his older brother, more than anything in the world. He looked up to him.

He wanted to be like him.

So of course, when his brother started pasting up punk posters next to the couch, bringing home crazy-looking albums and sporting spiked jackets, Hobie couldn't help but want to follow in his footsteps.

Even now, while he stared at his brother in such adoration, bundled up in blankets, half-asleep while Abe sang, he wanted to be like him. Tall, strong, always looking forward. A rock. A steady, strong, beautiful rock.

That's what he wanted to be.

I walk this empty street

On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams

Where the city sleeps

And I'm the only one, and I walk alone~

Abe finished, setting the guitar down with a sigh, gaze meeting his little brother's again. "How was that? I've improved, haven't I?"

Hobie practically jumped into his brother's arms to give him a hug. "Can you sing it again?" He asked tentatively, picking up the guitar.

"Aww, Hobes! I'm not doing that all again!" Abe said, shaking his head with a laugh. When he saw his brother's pleading expression though, he rolled his eyes. "Ugh. Fine. Ya little brat." He pushed Hobie off playfully before pulling up the guitar again and grinning a toothy grin.

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10.5 years later

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Hobie woke up with a gasp, sitting up straight. His face was wet, cheeks tearstained. What was that?

Abe...he'd completely forgotten about that memory. Hearing his favorite song for the first time. He held his chest tightly, taking deep, shaky breaths. Where was he?

Knocked out in an alleyway...he barely remembered what'd happened. The last thing he could remember was slamming into the wall, falling to the ground, and completely knocking out.

Except...something else had happened. It was only then when Hobie noticed his suit, which was newly black, with white lines. His jacket had disappeared, and the spikes that had used to be a part of it were attached to his suit instead. He pulled at his mask...but it wouldn't come off. It was stuck.

Shit.

He felt completely disoriented, that dream-no memory, had thrown him off. Of all the times he could've recalled that, it had to be now. Of all the times...

He missed his brother. When he reached his hand up to feel his mask, he felt it was wet. He'd been crying. But he'd also been knocked out.

What the hell?

It had to be the Venom. It was talking to him again...changing him. He couldn't let it take over again. He had to stay strong. Not just for himself, but for you.

He had to be strong.

Just like Abe had been.

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kaleldobrev · 8 months

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My Hero (3)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Summary: After having a successful girls day, Shell almost slips about reading the books to Sam. Meanwhile, Y/N and Dean have a conversation about something that Shell said.

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Cursing (2x), Fluff, Angst, Cliffhanger

Authors Note: Here's part 3 of my mini-series! I think that there's going to be one more part to this | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

My Hero Masterlist

As you were driving you turned to Shell who was still mindlessly looking out the window, tapping her finger along to the current song that was playing on the cassette: Whole Lotta Love by Led Zeppelin. Not listening to this cassette for a while, you had forgotten how many love songs Dean had actually put on here. “Hey, can you do me a favor?” You asked.

Shell turned to you. “Sure, what’s up?”

“Can you call Sam or Dean and ask them what they’re planning for dinner?” You asked. “I was thinking about just the two of us going out but I want to make sure my boys actually have a plan or they’re waiting on us.” You explained. “They have a habit of doing that a lot.”

Shell nodded. “Sure. I’ll call Sam. He’s my favorite.” She winked, getting out her phone and going through her contact list to find his name. Although there was a slightly joking tone to her comment about Sam being her favorite, in a really weird way...she actually wasn't. When it came to the Supernatural books, Sam was quote-on-quote her favorite character in the series (besides you of course, and obviously nothing against Dean). One of the reasons for him being her favorite was because she had felt that she had related to him the most, related to what he had went through – not wanting to go into the family business. Fortunately for her, her parents and you were extremely supportive of her decision of not wanting to be a hunter, when Shell had told you three, it was almost like there was a weird sigh of relief; unlike when Sam had told his father and Dean – which was on the complete opposite side of the spectrum. "Hey Sam, it's Shell. I have a question for you."

"Shoot." Sam said.

"Y/N wants to know what you and Dean-O are doing for dinner." Shell said, the nickname rolling off her tongue like it was nothing.

Sam shrugged, despite knowing that neither you or Shell could see him. "I know I'll be fine. But Dean's the only one I'm unsure about." He said. “Mind if I call you back?"

"Why am I not surprised." Shell mumbled. "Sure thing." She said, before the two of them hung up. Shell turned to you once she placed her phone back in her lap. "Sam said he's gonna call me back."

You looked at your sister with slight surprise. "Why?"

"Sam said he needs to see what Dean wants to do." She explained. You let out a deep sigh. "What?"

"I don't know why Sam couldn't just put you on hold and walk down the hallway to mine and his bedroom to ask him what he wants to do for dinner. If I know Dean, and I like to think I do, very, very well, he's either watching a movie in our room or listening to music." As much as you loved these boys, you were amazed by the lack of common sense they had at times.

"So, before Sam calls back, what did you want to do for dinner? Cause I'm pretty sure Dean is going to want pizza." You said, the mixtape finally changing to something that wasn't a love song: Kashmir also by Led Zeppelin.

"I mean, I'm honestly fine with pizza if that's what Dean wants." You sister said, slightly shrugging. "I'm here for the whole summer, you and I have plenty of time to get dinner just the two of us. Especially if Sam and Dean decide to go on a hunt at some point during the summer."

"Yeah you're right." Your voice sounding just a tad sad, sadder than you had intended it to sound. "It's just...I don't know, I guess I'm just surprised that you'd be down for pizza with the gang versus just hanging out the two of us." Which was essentially the whole point of her coming here for the summer.

"I can text Sam and say that him and Dean are on their own. I don't think he minds." Shell unlocked her phone ready to text Sam.

"No, no. It's okay, honestly. Like you said, we have all summer. And even though you're an adult, I'm not just going to leave you by yourself and go hunting with Sam and Dean." You said.

"I wouldn't be alone. I'd be with Jack and Cas." Shell noted. Before you had the chance to comment, her phone had started to ring. "Oh, it's Sam." Her smile ever so gleeful. "Hey Sam. What's the verdict?"

"Dean wants pizza." Sam said, clearly on speakerphone now.

Shell turned to you. "You were right." She mouthed. "Y/N and I are fine with that."

"Mind if I order the usual?" Dean chimed in, Shell's face full of confusion. "It's everything on it."

"So, you like gross pizza?" Shell said, not even fazed by her comment. She couldn't see Dean's face on the other end, but you knew that he must of look offended. You couldn't help but let out a small laugh, not caring if Dean could hear you on the other end or not.

"How dare you." Dean said, his voice clearly sounding like he was offended. "You are so lucky I'm in love with your sister." He mumbled.

"Just get plain cheese babe." You said, hopefully loud enough for him to hear as for some reason your sister was refusing to have her phone on speaker phone.

You swear you could hear his eyeroll. "Fine. I'll get stupid just plain cheese."

"My poor baby." Your voice sarcastic.

"Order it whenever. We'll be home in less than 20 minutes." Shell interjected.

"Sounds good. See you guys soon." Sam said hanging up the phone.

"We're back guys!" Shell yelled almost singsong like once you closed the Bunker doors behind the both of you. "See you boys didn't burn the place down." She smirked.

"Ha ha." Dean rolled his eyes, putting his jacket on. "I'll be back. Gonna go get the plain cheese pizza." He made sure to enunciate the last three words. This attitude had made you and Shell roll your eyes. Placing his gun in his back pocket, Shell's eyes went wide.

"Why do you need to bring a gun with you to go and pick up a pizza?" She asked, sitting down at the War Room table.

"You can never be too careful." He smirked. "'Sides, bet you didn't even know your sister here had her gun on her the whole day." Dean turned to you, and you stood there chuckling nervously. Shell turned to face you like Dean was doing currently. "Tell me I'm wrong Sweetheart."

You reached into your purse and slowly pulled out your gun. "Like Dean said," You began, pulling your gun all the way out. "You can never be too careful." You winked at the two of them before putting your gun back into your purse. "Want some company picking up the pizza?" You asked turning to your boyfriend.

He smiled. "Always." He walked over to you, and gave you a quick peck on the lips; a simple gesture that had made you smile from ear to ear.

"Okay, we'll be back. Try not to kill each other while we're gone." You winked again, before you followed Dean out of the Bunker.

"So, what's it like living with those two 24/7? I mean, I got a little glimpse of it a few years back when you went to Hell and from –" Shell almost slipped, mentioning the books.

"From what?" Sam asked, curious.

"From...this week..." Shell hoped that she had managed to save herself from her slip up.

Sam looked at her, a little unsure of her response, but he decided to ignore it. "It's interesting to say the least." He started to explain. "I've been...I've been on the road with them for over a decade, something that I thought would never happen."

"I know what you mean." Shell said, understanding where he was coming from. As much as Shell knew that Sam had loved you and had loved Dean, he never thought that this was how his life was going to turn out. He had hoped that he would be living that white picket fence and apple pie life with Jessica.

"When I found out that Y/N started hunting with you...I was happy for you. Happy that...it wouldn't just be you and dad all the time." Was a line Sam had told Dean in Wendigo (if Shell had remembered correctly). Shell knew what he had meant by that line; there was a lot of different meanings behind it. In the words of Chuck: "Sam hoped that once they found their father, once they found Yellow-Eyes, that he would be able to go back to school, back to the life that he wanted despite the death of his true love. Sam was happy that Dean had found Y/N, because in a way, it was a comfort knowing that Dean wouldn't be or feel so alone."

"I'm glad that Y/N and Dean found each other I really do. But, hunting with three people is a lot different than hunting with two or by yourself." Shell knew exactly what he was talking about, at the same time, it was something that she never really considered.

"I always thought that it was better to have bigger numbers. You know, so everyone has each other's six." Shell said.

"Well...Yeah. But, when you're by yourself you have no one but you're the only one you have to worry about. When you have two, not only do you have to worry about yourself but you have to worry about your partner. With three people, you not only have to worry about yourself, but your other two partners as well." Sam explained.

"So me becoming one of your hunting partners is out of the cards uh?" Shell laughed to herself.

"I'm sure you'd be a great one Shell." Sam tried to reassure her.

"You don't have to humor me Sam." Shell smirked.

"You miss her." His comment seemingly coming out of nowhere, but Shell nodded in agreement. "She talks about you all the time, and she's insanely proud of you."

"She...She talks about me?" Shell asked, almost surprised to hear that. Sam nodded.

"Of course. You have no idea how proud she was when you told her you got accepted into medical school." Sam smiled, remembering the memory. "She told Dean and I how proud she was that you decided not to be in this life. That...you wanted to help people in a less dangerous way." He chuckled a little.

Hearing this had made Shell's heart melt. She knew how proud of her you were, but she never realized that you had actually bragged about it to Sam and Dean. Shell remembered when she had told you and your parents about how she had got accepted into medical school. Although she wasn't a fan of the books yet when she had told you guys, when she had become one, it was something that she was looking forward to reading about; but it was something that never had come up in the books. She wondered why Chuck decided to never include something like that. Then again, he did seem to be against wholesome moments.

Dinner went by without incident, without any kind of slip ups; something that Shell was happy about. During the day she knew that she had almost slipped up several times, but had managed to catch herself. She honestly had no idea how you, Sam, or Dean would react if she did mention something by accident. Well...she had a slight idea. You and the boys absolutely despised these books, and she could understand why. The pages were intimate in nature, private. Revealing things that shouldn't be revealed to the average person. Secrets that were meant to be kept solely between you and Dean, Sam and Dean, you and Sam, etc. Although the books weren't popular, these were secrets that had become fixture in the fandom.

There was a part of her that had wanted to venture further into the fandom, as there were countless numbers of fanfiction about the three of you or people adding themselves into the story. But that was a line Shell would never cross; the thought being too odd for her because you, Sam, and Dean weren't just characters in a book - you were real life people with feelings, emotions, personalities.

"So you and Shell had a good day?" Asked Dean, taking the towel that had been around his waist and currently using it to dry off his hair.

"Yeah, it was a really fun day." You said, fixing the blankets on the bed as to try and get comfortable as you talked to him; admiring his body a bit as he stood in front of you. "But...I don't know there was...something weird though." You said. "I'm probably overthinking."

Placing the towel on the back of the closet door, Dean walked over to the dresser and grabbed a pair of boxer briefs and put them on. "You're probably not overthinking." He assured you. "What was weird about it?" He asked, grabbing a Led Zeppelin T-shirt and putting it on before making his way to the bed.

"She said..." You huffed. "Have you ever told her that you and I considered bacon cheeseburgers to be better sex?"

Dean looked at you, and thought about it for a moment, trying to think about when he could have said that to Shell. "No...I don't think so." He said, shaking his head. "Why?"

"Well, when we were at the diner today, she mentioned that. And I don't know...It just seemed...Odd." You tried to explain.

"What made it odd?" He asked.

"It's odd because I know I've never said that to her, and you never said that to her. And I know for a fact that Sam, Cas, or Jack wouldn't say that." Especially Cas or Jack, you thought.

"Huh." Was all Dean said, raising a brow. "That's weird alright." He said, getting under the covers now. "She say anything else weird?"

"No. But, when we went to the bookstore today they had the fucking Supernatural books." Dean rolled his eyes. "And she didn't seem put off by them."

"Of course she wouldn't. She's not the main character." He said, putting air quotes around 'the main character.'

"I know but...She didn't seem...I don't know how to put this...She seemed...Like it didn't faze her to see it. Like, like she's seen them before." You explained.

"You never showed her the books right?" He asked.

"Oh fuck no!" You said almost too loudly.

"Weird." Dean stated.

"Weird is an understatement." You said.

"So should we like...talk to her?" He asked, unsure of what else to say.

"And say what?" You asked.

"Have you read the Supernatural books?" His question seemed so simple, and all you could do was just give him a disgusted look. "What?"

"That's not even what I'm implying." You stated.

"What are you implying then?" Dean asked. "Based on what you said, it sounds like you're assuming she's read the books. But, that bacon cheeseburger thing could have been said by anyone."

"Okay, who? Cause you and I are the only ones, and I mean, only ones that have ever said that. And she referenced specifically the two of us when she said it." You felt your blood pressure raising.

"You should have lead with that Sweetheart." Dean said, using the calmest voice you have ever heard him have. His calmness automatically making you calm.

You sighed. "I'll...I'll wait to see if she says anything else."

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gimmethosedaddymilkers · 1 year

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You've Got The World in Your Eyes

I KNOW I HAVE A LOT OF REQUEST TO FILL I PROMISE THEY WILL BE IVE JUST BEEN SWAMPED, THESE LIL THINGS ARE THINGS I DO BEFORE I PASS OUT LMAO

That being said

Guys im so lonely and constantly afraid I'll never find a husband so these little things make me feel a little better desoite the fact that Arthur isn't real and I'll never have him, and I'd be INCREDIBLY lucky if I find someone whos even slightly like him.

Anywho

Have some more crumbs of our boy

WARNINGS: fluff arthur, femalre reader, drunken talking

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You stared ahead, a smile crossing your face as the fire illuminated both you and everyone else sitting around the fire at Horseshoe Overlook.

You were far too drunk to really care if the person of your interest really caught onto your staring.

You couldn't tell anyone who asked just how much you'd drank.

In your defense Sean had dared you to drink more than him for his return party, and of course, with everyone in high spirits you'd agreed, and you were hardly able to say to anyone that you were sober.

So, you stared unabashidly, unashamed, at the man sitting across the fire from you, singing along with the rest of the gang, albeit not that well.

Yet that deep voice of his balanced out the lighter tones of Pearson and Sean, as well as Javier and Uncle.

Oh, what a man he was, that Arthur Morgan.

Attractive beyond what was reasonable, smart, too, with a good head on his shoulders, and strong, strong enough....well to put it frankly strong enough to do things to you that you wouldn't rightky say out loud to someone.

The firelight bounced against his jaw as he continued to sing along, to a now much sadder song that what the group had been singing before.

His face was littered with scars, most of them covered by that stubble that you'd come to love so much.

His eyes too.

A part of you, even drunk, hoped he'd look at you, so you could see those beautiful eyes of his.

They were blue, like the sky, but they had so many other colors in them it was hardly fair to say they matched the sky.

They were flecked with green, and almost gold near his iris's, and in normal circumstances you'd never admit that you'd paid that much attention to it.

But right now, you could only try to sit and figure out what to compare those eyes too.

They were sea green sometimes, and steely grey other times, but that blue is what shines through the most.

His eyes were so expressive too, you could see when he was worried or concerned, you could tell when he was happy, or angry, just by looking at his eyes, you didn't need th rest of his features to tell.

To you, those eyes held the universe, your universe, your world, in them.

Arthur finally turns his head to see you, and as he does, something within him seems to change.

Drunk as he is he doesn't feel much heat, not until he meets your eyes.

That smile plastered to your face sends butterflies through him, and all he can see is just how gorgeous and kind you are.

He's loved you for longer than he cares to admit, but he's never thought that you could feel the same, not until that moment.

He can't help but offer a tiny smirk back to you, and for a moment you see something in his eyes that you're not completely sure you've seen there before, and it's aimed at you.

It sends sparks throughout your body, it nearly sobers you right then and there.

That beautiful, unwavering, returning stare, of love.

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Pink in the Night

Pairings: Timothée Chalamet x Reader

Summary: Your neighbor, Timothée tries for months on end to win you over after your first date. What ends up working? A cute visit to the coffee shop, where you’re able to see him as a regular

Warnings: fluff, kind of angsty.

Word Count: 2,640

Authors Notes: to the requester: hey babes this wasn’t a bad or long request, don’t be so hard on yourself. This was really cute and a hoot to write. I hope you enjoy it. Piece title and lyrics by Mitski. Also I highly recommend listening to the song it will make you feel things while reading this lol

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I glow pink in the night in my room

He had been enamored with you for a long time. Ever since the first day he had seen you, really. He had accidentally knocked down all of the library books you were carrying out of your apartment while he was rushing into his own apartment. Rushing to get away from paparazzi. A particularly large book had fell on your feet, he felt bad about it for days until he eventually ordered flowers to be delivered to your doorstep as an apology. Also because he had a thing for you. To put it lightly.

The first time you had seen him, you smiled. He was a lot more handsome in person than in the magazines. You recognized him, but not someone you knew well. “You’re that guy,” you had said. He loved that you didn’t really care who he was. He was just that guy you recognized. He always wanted to be more than that to you. He constantly thought about how to make you his and about you in general. Especially in the night time when he yearned for you, miserable knowing you were just down the hall.

And the first time he had asked you out on a date, you said yes. It came as a surprise to him, he didn’t think you would really say yes. He had hoped you would, even if it was a long shot. Timothée took care planning the perfect first date. It was perfect, even though everything he planned had fell through. It was perfect because you were together. The two of you got along great and really enjoyed your time together.

It ended in a kiss, one that he would think about and hold on to, only in memory, for months.

You had pulled him in by his rain soaked t-shirt, planting a wet kiss on his lips, right there in your apartment doorway. You invited him inside, where you talked and drank wine all night until you fell asleep on the couch, tangled up together.

I’ve been blossoming alone over you

That’s why it was so confusing to him as to why the next day, you weren’t returning his text messages. It confused him for a long time. A confusion that would haunt him until he found out why.

The times he saw you in that long hall and he managed to say something to you, it was never why? Why did you do this to me? It was always awkward and not very well thought out.

When his words failed, he tried other pursuits to try to win you over. The flowers just being one of them. Some days he would knock at your door, bring you coffee, tea, wine or sometimes lunch.

You were flattered and if you were being honest, you really really liked him too. The truth was, you couldn’t take the pressure. The one taste you had gotten so far, wasn’t something you’d enjoyed. It was the day after your first date, you had opened your phone when he had left. Your phone was filled with messages from your friends, linking nasty articles about you and Timothée. What was worse than the articles, were the comments. You didn’t know if you could handle all of that. It was a shame, because you thought about him just as much as he thought about you. Nothing could be sadder, than two people yearning for one another, with nothing but two doors separating their union.

And I hear my heart breaking tonight

The walls in the complex were thin, and he liked it best when he could hear you singing. When you sang, he knew you were happy. Those were his favorite days. On those days, he would write you love letters. Tokens of his appreciation that would never be sent. They would just sit in a pile by the windowsill, a shrine of his love. They would never even leave the confines of his apartment. He wrote in great detail about how much he adored you, all of the things he wanted to say in person but never quite could. Your singing days were usually the sunniest, your voice served as a soundtrack for his day-to-day life. His favorite soundtrack. He wished you were singing every day.

Do you hear it too?

On the days that he could hear you crying, he wept with you. His heart could barely stand to hold the weight of the world on these days. Your quiet sobs broke his heart every time. He would sit by his door, hand pressed to the wood, willing you to feel better. He wanted to leave you sleeping medication, but instead he would leave you more flowers. Occasionally, the appearance of the flowers would fix your loneliness. When his flowers could dry up the well of your tears…. well, those were his second favorite kinds of days.

However, today, was his best day yet. He caught you right at the perfect moment. Today was the day you would finally agree to go out with him again.

You stepped out of your apartment, he stepped out at the same moment. You looked great, he prayed you weren’t going out with another boy today. Those were the worst days. He thought about all the times he had to suffer when some piece of shit would come knocking on your door, asking for your affections. Every time he wanted to shoo them away, to say “fuck off, she’s mine.” But he never did.

It’s like a summer shower

With every drop singing

I love you, I love you, I love you

“Y-you look gorgeous.” He stated, you turned to look at him from over your shoulder as you locked your door. You smiled at him, and his heart nearly combusted. The sun through his open door hit your sundress perfectly.

“Thanks Timothée,” a giggle, “you don’t look so bad yourself. What are you up to?” You’d hoped it came off as neighborly, you always tried your best to hide how much you liked him, and how much you liked to look at him.

He looked handsome in his white button down and t-shirt, hair just a little bit wild like always. You loved it. “I’m going out to get some coffee, would you like to join me?” His eyebrow raised and you pretended to think about it. Only for a moment. Your heart swelled. Oh good, he doesn’t hate me, you thought. Sometimes you would cry at night at the thought of never contacting him again.

You smiled again, his words washing away your sad thoughts “I was just about to go for a stroll, I’m thinking I could go for some coffee too.”

His heart leapt in his chest when you agreed. He immediately held out his hand for you to hold, he was desperate to feel your skin again. You were desperate to feel him too. Timothée was tired of only interacting with small quips and tiny glances. He relished even the moments where he’d watch you through the peep hole, wishing he could be the one twirling the hair that fell down your back.

I love you, I love you, I love you

I could stare at your back all day

You walked out of the complex together, fingers interlocked, palms not touching. There was something uniquely intimate about it. You were thankful that there wasn’t anyone outside when you walked through the threshold. You hated the crowds.

But you loved holding hands with Timothée. You snuck glances at him as you walked through the city together. You thought about how beautiful he looked. He always looked beautiful. In your eyes, he was too much to be into you. He was beautiful, famous and seemed to be on the surface, incredibly cool. It must have been a joke. You shook your head to try and shake away the thought along with it. This isn’t middle school, people don’t do that anymore. A pink fanned across his cheeks from the morning wind. Ethereal. He must have noticed this because he turned to look at you, near award winning smile coming out to play. It made you want to cry, because you really wanted to look at it forever. His thumb rubbed softly against the top of your hand. Goosebumps. “How was your week?” You asked him.

“How was m-my week?” He spluttered, it was hard for him to think when your skin was touching. Timothée’s eyebrows furrowed together, confused. “My week!” He felt like an idiot for his temporary memory loss.

Timothée continued on when he came back to earth “My week was busy, I’ve been working on a couple of new projects I’m excited about.” He didn’t want to talk about it. He wanted to talk about you, and talk with you about things that were worth talking about. What he was working on was important to him, but it was something he talked about to press, to the world, not something he wanted to talk about with you. Not because he didn’t want you to know. He wanted you to know him, in a way that no one else could. “What about you? How was your week?”

You shrugged your shoulders and looked over at him “I’ve been working on a couple of songs. Nothing serious, just for fun, a couple of open mics.”

“I’ve heard you singing before, you sound really great.” Really man? You had to say that out loud? She probably thinks you’re a creep now, he thought and shoved his freehand into his pocket. He was just as intimidated by you.

Your smile grew wide and you blushed “Really? That’s so cute. Thank you.” Thank the heavens, it didn’t seem like you thought it was weird.

You on the other hand, wanted to run and hide. Hearing that from someone with exceptional taste made you fear the worst. Was he being sarcastic?

Suddenly he stopped walking which forced you to stop on the path too. The two of you were almost to the coffee shop. You turned to look at him, perplexity painted all over your face. Oh fuck. “What’s wrong?” Timothée just stood there and stared at you, he looked like he might cry. Looked like he might cry but he had a smile on his lips.

“You just look so gorgeous,” he hesitated before he spoke his next words, afraid this might scare you off for good. But he had to ask. He didn’t think he would have any peace if he didn’t “and I can’t figure out what I did wrong here? Did I come on too strong? What did I do?” His voice was pleading and it was so desperate you couldn’t help yourself from walking to where he stood. You faced him and sighed softly. You wanted to kiss him again. You wanted to embrace him. You wanted to dive into anything he wanted. You wanted what he wanted, if it meant you could be with him. The thought terrified you however. You had only caught a glimpse of what that could mean for your life, for your mental health. Could you handle it?

“I wish I could tell you how often I think of you.” You started, hand coming up to press against his shirt. His knees nearly buckled and the sun started to shine brighter. The touch of an angel. “And of how often I think of the things said about me.” Your eyes fell from his face now, to peer at the hand on his chest. It looked right. It felt right. It felt better when his hand moved to cover yours, cold decorative rings grazing your skin.

“I’m sorry,” Timothée frowned, having an idea of what you were referring to “I know it’s a lot to deal with. It’s a lot to ask someone to put up with. I’m sorry I can’t say that I can make it all go away.” His hand squeezed yours gently.

Timothée continued, “I can try to make your other troubles go away though. I’ll try my best. I’ll be so good to you. I just want a chance to show you the actual Timothée, please. I don’t want anyone else to know me.” He paused and bit his lip gently, forcing his gaze away out of nervousness. “Fuck all the noise, just give me a chance.”

“It is a lot to ask of someone..” You lamented, voice quiet and sad. Your gaze moved to meet his, and his stare sent a warmth through your body “But I want you so bad, I feel like it might not matter..” Maybe you would give him a chance.

“Oh god, I want you so bad, you have no idea how happy it makes me to hear you say that.” He was beaming now and he tried is hardest to contain himself. Timothée grabbed your face in his hands.

“I know I've kissed you before,

but I didn't do it right

Can I try again?”

You laughed at him and playfully rolled your eyes “Technically, I kissed you.”

“Maybe I misinterpreted the situation,” he chuckled and scratched the back of his neck awkwardly as he leaned down to brush his nose against yours.

“So are you going to try again or are you just going to stand there looking handsome?” At the sound of your brevity a blush rose to his cheeks and he finally pressed his lips to yours. You smiled against each other, your arm coming to wrap around his neck to pull him closer.

You reluctantly pulled away, not without giving him one more quick kiss. “I guess I could give you a chance.” You were turning on your heel and beckoning him to follow you into the coffee shop to order. “Another coffee for old times sake?” He followed after you.

Timothée felt strange walking into the coffee shop he had been into so many times. He always went alone. But not today. The baristas looked up at him with wide eyes. You expected them to say something about how it’s the Timothée Chalamet.

To your surprise, one of them spoke up and said “Oh my gosh, is this her?” You turned to look at a very embarrassed Timothée. He shifted on his feet and held a finger above his lips, a silent begging of please shut up!

“What do you mean?” You laughed and approached the counter, leaving him standing in the door way, blushing bright red.

A girl wearing an apron steps forward and chuckles, motioning to the sheepish man. “This one right here, comes here every week and gushes about you. ‘Do you think she would like this flavor? What about this scone? Would she like it? Is the Lavender syrup too much lavender?’ I just never thought I would see the day when you actually came in with him.” She exasperated before taking your coffee order. You were laughing now, blushing along with him.

You turned to face him and he looked like he wanted to just sink into the floor. “Yeah, this is her.” He wanted to disappear. Instead he approached you, settling his hand on the small of your back. He ordered his own coffee.

“She’s cute, I like her.” Another barista yelled from the back and you giggled quietly, curling into his side.

The two of you sat outside and chatted about things that mattered, and your hearts felt full after long months of being separated by life and hesitations. You spent the better part of the day together before you had to reluctantly separate for work things.

He had asked you on a second first date. Now the both of you had something sweet to look forward to, to get you by.

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augmented-beauty · 1 year

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A bit late, but I had to keep my Christmas nostalgia at bay. I’m also in my Price feels and developing my oc, Blair, and here we are. Yes, that’s how I’m properly showing her for the first time, with cheesy Christmas fluff. Since there are no details about Price’s family right?, I took the liberty of filling the blancs. My gut tells me he has a younger sister and the biggest soft spot for his niece and nephew. Price being a proud, supportive uncle gives me life ok.

Summary: Blair has been struggling with heavy waves of nostalgia on Christmas for years. John always made it his mission to be there for her every single Chirstmas. This year, he decides to take advantage of the positive changes in their lives and shore leave, taking it to the next level. He can help her experience a cosy Christmas again, and he will.

Warnings: mention of death and family loss. Other than that it’s fluff, fluff and more fluff.

Word count: 2062

You can also read this on AO3.

Blair used to love Christmas with her whole being. Her family's table was never that big, but it was cosy. Her four grandparents, her parents and her. It was a chance to see her American grandpa and grandma, which didn't happen that often due to distance, and spend some days with all her family. In her book, there was nothing better than this. The typical festive atmosphere only added to the enjoyment. Things started to get progressively sadder as nature and fate got their dirtiest job done over the years. First, it took her American grandparents separately. Then, her father went missing in action and was later killed. Her British grandmother was the next to leave them relatively soon after, and it's clear that losing her son played a big part in her health deteriorating to the point of no return.

For many of her serving years, Christmas was still something to look forward to, and she always hoped to be on shore leave to spend it with what was left of her family. It already brought a lot of nostalgia and woke up grief without fail, but it didn't matter. Her grandfather was still alive, and every new year he got to live was a blessing for her. That time had to be spent wisely and fully with the man while he was still there. But inevitably, after moving to the US Army and getting her own team, he was taken away from her. Christmas has lost most of its significance ever since. Serving or being on shore leave in time for the festivity barely makes a difference now. Even if she's back in the UK, it's not celebrated anymore. Staying home it's no option, the half-empty table hurts too much. Blair and her mother created a new tradition of their own to spend quality time together and overcome the inevitable nostalgia. They either go on small adventures inside the country or straight-up trips if they manage to organise them.

Christmas feels like another day of the year, but she's no Grinch. It's no secret that she hopes it will get back at least part of its old meaning and charm. Not only that, but if her team and Blair are serving on Christmas, she does all she possibly can to make it enjoyable for her boys and girls. They decorate how they can, feast with what they can get, and spend some quieter time together. Blair struggles a lot with Christmas songs, but she'll never tell them. Music plays a big role in the festive atmosphere, and she wants the holiday spirit for her team to be intact. And so, she sucks it up and sings with them, ignoring that aftertaste of nostalgia. Not only it's worth it, but they keep grief at bay without even knowing it and make Christmas less sad for her. She can do Christmas songs in return. It's not as carefree as Christmas with her family used to be, but it's enjoyable.

When they were just friends, John always made sure to get in touch with her around Christmas time. Every December, he does all he can to soothe her heavier feelings, no matter the circumstances. Price knew about her December angst and the toil it has on her ever since it started to get stronger. It doesn't matter if he's serving or on shore leave: John has to at least call her. Dodging bullets or excusing himself during the family gathering makes no difference. One way or another, he takes a moment to call her and lock nostalgia and grief away, at least for a while. If they're both on shore leave and Blair is in the UK, they always hang out after Christmas without fail, even on multiple and consecutive days if possible.

This year is slightly different. It's their first Christmas as a couple, and the 141 is on shore leave. Yet, Blair is convinced they'll spend the holidays as every other year. John will go back to Herefordshire and spend them with family, while she'll go somewhere in the UK with her mother. They'll spend time together after Christmas and probably have a New Year's Eve party with the boys. As much as Blair would love to have a cosy Christmas with family again, she doesn't say a word about it to John. Meeting your partner's family is a big deal, even if they've known each other for years and his relatives sure have heard about her. Blair has no intention of pressuring him to make a selfish wish to become true. As the 25th approaches, Blair learns they'll visit a friend of her mother's who's alone for Christmas and stay at his place for some days.

On Christmas day, the two women wake up early, have breakfast together and get ready. Ruth asks her daughter to get the gifts upstairs and load them on the back seats of the car while she takes care of getting the food and their bags in the trunk. She smiles knowingly while Blair climbs the stairs. She grabs the thermic bag from the kitchen and quickly checks if Blair's gift for John is properly hidden under the driver's seat: it's safe and impossible to spot. Then, Ruth moves to the trunk as if nothing ever happened. Blair doesn't see it when she carefully places the finely wrapped-up boxes in the car and is still blissfully unaware of where they're really going. Everything is going according to their plan.

The long car ride goes by quickly and incredibly smoothly, with Queen's songs playing from the stereo system, good old mother-and-daughter chatting, and some occasional judgment on other's people driving performance. It's a fun, peaceful ride. It takes a while for Blair to realise where they are. "Herefordshire? My goodness me, the world sure is a small place". Her mother plays along and comments on it by agreeing with her but quickly turns her head to look out the window and hide her grin. As they get closer to their destination, Ruth sends a message to John. “Almost there, and Blair has no idea what's going on”. After ten minutes, Blair parks in the driveway and they get down the car. The family inside goes quiet to keep up the act until the very last second. Blair must not hear them as they approach the door. Ruth knocks, and Daniel warmly greets them, introducing himself to the younger woman. He's supposed to be Ruth's friend, after all. Blair is slightly taken aback while they shake hands. His eyes are uncannily similar to John's. Weird. He catches her perplexity and fears he got busted for a brief moment.

"Are you alright, dear?"

"Oh, absolutely. It's random, but you vaguely look like someone I know."

Little does she know that John heard her saying that from his hiding spot, and he finds it amusing. The man shows Blair and her mother inside, and before she can even process that the house is not, in fact, empty, a familiar voice shocks her in the best way.

"Hi, Sparrow."

John has the cheekiest grin she ever saw on him yet. She can't say a word, only look around and take in everything, mouth agape. With a quick glance, she recognizes his niece and nephew and his sister, but her gaze quickly goes back to John. The resemblance she picked up at the door makes sense now, but she still gestures at one man and then the other, asking for a silent confirmation. That's your dad. Both John and Daniel nod.

"Holy mackerel". Everything is clear in a split second. Once again, she didn't need to say a word. John knew about her unspoken wish, and he made it possible with her mother's help. Not only that, but he feels no pressure about introducing her to the family. To him, it feels natural. Blair takes it all in and tries not to tear up, but fails miserably. "You two sneaky devils". John chuckles wholeheartedly before pulling her into a bear hug. She immediately locks her arms around his neck, getting as close as physically possible.

"I love you so much", she whispers, all her gratitude seeping out of her words.

"I love you too, sweetheart", he reciprocates as softly.

Everything is warm and cosy. They let go of each other, but Blair gets into one hug after the other as each member of the Price family introduces themself to her. John's father, Daniel, is the first to properly welcome her into their house. His mother, Alice, comes next with lucid eyes, a bright smile and soothing words. Then his niece, Rebecca, and his nephew, Andrew, both so excited to finally meet her, losing no time and calling her auntie. Finally, his sister, Caroline, who just knew they were meant to be, and her husband, Eric. As soon as Blair glances at her mother, she can see her getting the same treatment. Somehow, it feels like the two of them already belong here.

It’s been ages since she last sat close to a Christmas tree to unwrap gifts with loved ones, and Andrew seems particularly excited about it. The 8-year-old child confidently grabs a small box from under the tree as soon as everyone is ready.

"Auntie, start with this one, please. Uncle John told us your friends call you Sparrow, so Becky and I immediately thought about you when we saw this"

Blair genuinely smiles at the kid, taking the gift from him. "Oh dear, thank you. You guys are so sweet." She carefully unwraps it, curious to see what's inside. She opens the box, and her eyes sparkle at the sight of the sparrow keychain plushie. It represents the animal quite accurately but with a cute, chunky twist. "It's adorable! And it's a female, too."

"Of course, it's you." he states without a shadow of a doubt. Blair holds it by the ring close to her, supporting her nephew's statement. After all, her natural shade of blonde is similar to a sparrow's feathers. His attention switches to John to ask him one of the cutest questions she ever heard. "Do you and your friends call auntie Sparrow because she looks like one?"

Blair's free hand goes to her chest while she melts inside, glancing at the rest of the family and mouthing "I love him already". Meanwhile, uncle John doesn't let his nephew down. "That's one of the reasons. Nowadays, sparrows symbolize teamwork. They're also social animals that stick together and protect one another. It describes your auntie very well, and here you have it."

"He was the first to come up with the idea, actually, and it stuck to me like glue ever since, becoming my nickname in the military."

A teasing smile curves his sister's lips. "Why am I not surprised?"

John admits his defeat, pretending to be annoyed. "Because you were right about us, Caroline."

This is not the only moment filled with laughter and warmth throughout the day. It goes on as everyone unwraps their gifts, with Blair helping Andrew open one of his new toy's packaging as he struggles with it and John watching them fondly. The same mood fills the big Christmas lunch and the whole day, with the crackers being opened, the talking, the jokes being shared, and the bonding going on. As Blair plays with the kids after lunch, clearly feeling welcomed and at ease, he can't help but think she's right where she belongs. Watching them, his heart swells with happiness and a healthy hint of pride. He's proud of the two siblings for welcoming Blair as they did, and he's happy to see how much they love her already. His sparrow's joy is breathtaking and contagious. And the way she interacts with his nephew and niece, looking like she has known them since they were born, is making him fall in love even more. Blair always showed interest in their life, always happy to hear how they were doing as the years went by, asking about them. John knew she cared, but he still wasn't expecting to see her immediately so invested and embracing the role of the aunt with such confidence. He didn't have doubts anyway, but now he's utterly sure that having her meet his family so soon is one of the best choices of his life.

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare 2 #captain price #captain john price #john price #call of duty oc #blair chester #blair sparrow chester #captain price x oc #john price x oc

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rowenhood · 2 years

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Dear Gifter!

Overall Likes: friends to lovers, pining, aus (from canon divergence to modern!), slice-of-life simplicity, fake-dating, and angsty sad boi hours (though, this one doesn’t really mix well with the others)

Overall Dislikes: main character death (unless canon complaint - rip wwx), graphic gore, anything super kinky (I’m not particularly interested in explicit sexual content. Feel free to write it if you want + if that’s where the creative juices flow, as I enjoy reading it, but I don't WANT it, you know?), discourse or character bashing

No specific adaptation necessary, and feel free to set any of these to a Modern AU, canon divergence, or any canon setting

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Pairings and Prompts (in no specific order):

Wei Wuxian / Lan Wangji

Writing Prompt: I love wangxian aus that focus on the idea of "what if wwx knew how lwj felt about him earlier?", whether that's during cloud recesses and almost all the Sunshot campaign is avoided via plot magic, or wwx pulls a confession out of lwj in the turtle of slaughter cave, or if lwj confesses his love for wwx when he demands wwx go back to gusu with him, or if lwj confesses right before wwx's death (like when lwj fights the elders and brings wwx back to the burial mounds). Basically, this could be as fluffy or as angsty as you want it! And doesn't even have to be a canon divergence. maybe just a wwx knows and things are the same... but sadder

Jiang Cheng / Nie Huaisang

Writing Prompt: Sangcheng fits so well with unexpected friends to unexpected lovers. love the idea of their differences being embraces – Jiang Cheng a grouchy, often temperamental, and fierce man versus Nie Huaisang who is softer, fights with words not swords, and hides behind his 'weaknesses'. They're super cute for fluff during younger ages - cloud recesses or pre-Sunshot -, but there's also something sweet about them finding each other again post-canon and understanding each other's pain + loss for family.

Jiang Yanli / Jin Zixuan

Writing Prompt: they deserve happiness. I would love to see cloud recesses flirting (with jzx not being a total dick), or snippets into their courtship, or happy moments during Jin Ling’s first month. (and if up for canon divergence or modern au, then life of them as a happy family).

Song Lan / Xiao Xingchen / Xue Yang

Writing Prompt: this pairing is pure chaos but also pure fluff at the same time: chaotic fluff. I think they work best in a modern au or a complete canon divergence, but if you want to write the complexities of Yi City with them as a thruple – PLEASE. Basically, they all love each other, but they love each person for very different reasons. Xiao Xingchen is the outwardly calm, but inwardly chaotic, Song Lan is outwardly and inwardly calm, while Xue Yang is outwardly and inwardly chaotic. It’s beautiful.

Jiang Cheng / Lan Qiren

Writing Prompt: For me, this relationship is always so much more of a slow-paced, “LQR was JC’s mentor” or “LQR was his father’s old friend”, who JC reaches out to for advice, they enjoy talking to each other and find out they have a lot in common, and it naturally progresses into something more. Maybe he eventually announces his relationship to his family (or what’s left of his family…), and everyone is like *pikachu face emoji*, but also “we can see you’re happy, so we’re happy for you”. (Please no teacher/student relationship here. I envision a JC who is a full-fledged sect leader / out of college + working a full-time job in a modern AU who reaches out to LQR on a whim, cause xyz has been troubling him and he hopes LQR could help)

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miekasa · 3 years

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fluff alphabet: eren jaeger

↯ pairing: eren jaeger x (fem) reader

↯ genres and warnings: modern au, more fluff but that’s what you come here for at this point

↯ word count: 3.5k… again… i’m sorry…?

↯ notes: i don’t know why all of these are so long, but here you go again

Activities — What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Honestly, anything. I’ve said before that I think the love language he gives/expresses the most is quality time. That being said, almost anything you want to do, Eren is down to do with you.

In fact, you don’t even have to do anything. Eren just likes being in your presence. He could spend several days inside your apartment doing nothing but talking to you.

He does get a little antsy sometimes, so he would plan fun dates to get you both out of the house; but again, if you wanted to plan something instead of him, he wouldn’t be opposed.

Takes you to places like amusement parks and fairs, bars/new restaurants, swimming, basically anything he can find. His guilty pleasure is karaoke, and insists that the both of you get drunk and sing your little hearts out to pop songs until 1am.

Beauty — What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

Eren thinks you’re pretty. All the time, and he makes it a point to tell you at least twice a day; often times, more.

If you have small/specific beauty marks or scars or anything on your skin, Eren is infatuated with them. Whenever you’re cuddling he’ll seek them out/trace them/kiss them.

Everytime he finds a new one he gasps like a child and is like “Babe! Did you know you have a little freckle here, look!”

If you have a passion for something, or are just general a pretty organized student, Eren would admire that about you. He somewhat looks up to you in those respects, too.

Comfort — How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack, etc.?

To him, the best method is to give you something to do—so, in a sense, provide a distraction for you.

He’ll try and teach you about his favorite video games and have you play with him. Even if you’re bad or you say you don’t want to, he’ll insist, and use teaching you as a method to get your mind off of whatever’s bothering you.

He’s not always the most perceptive, but he can tell when you’re sadder than usual, or obviously, when you’re upset.

He also gives good hugs. If all else fails and he feels like he can’t help you in any other tangible way, he’ll just hug you for as long as he can.

Dreams — How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Honestly, how ever you picture things, is how ever Eren is going to picture them, too. Mostly, he just wants to have fun with you, and wants to continue making you happy for as long as he can.

His biggest goal is that one day he wants to feel truly worthy of all the affection you give him; he wants to be good enough to be someone you choose to stay with.

Equal — Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

Eren kind of falls for/into those “traditional” relationship roles; and while part of it is definitely an “I’m the man, so I want to do this” mindset, most of it is kind of “Well, why wouldn’t I?”

A lot of Eren’s affection and actions come from a place that seem simple and almost instinctual to him; and he doesn’t even realize how profound his thoughts and actions can be.

For example, he’ll help you carry things or drive you around or open doors for you. All things that seem chivalrous and might be expected of a “man,” but to Eren they’re just things to do, if that makes sense?

He doesn’t do it because he thinks you’re not capable, nor to be particularly chivalrous. In his head, he’s thinking “I care about them, so obviously, I’m going to help them out.”

Fight — Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Disagreements may happen because Eren is very vocal about his opinions on things. That doesn’t mean that he’s not open to change, but you might find out you don’t agree to many things because he’ll voice his opinion on them.

Whenever you do argue, he makes the argument a lot worse in his mind than what’s actually going on. He tends to jump the gun a lot and make assumptions that you wouldn’t have gotten to yourself.

He might simmer and wallow in it for a little bit afterwards (especially if he thinks he was right), but after some time he would either see the light himself, have it knocked into him by Armin, or just not want to keep fighting with you. Even if he was right, he doesn’t want to waste time being mad about something that could be easily talked about.

Gratitude — How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Eren gets very easily flustered when he understands how much thought you put into things about/for him. Especially gifts—because he couldn’t fathom the idea of someone getting something tailored to him.

So, he’s very grateful. He almost thinks he’s undeserving of you and your affections to a certain point. Especially in moments when he’s hyperaware of just how much he means to you.

Honesty — Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

He might have personal secrets and insecurities he doesn’t voice often because they can be hard to reckon with himself; but nothing scandalous that he’s keeping hidden.

He’s kind of an oversharer to be honest lolol. He doesn’t keep the things he’s doing/has done to himself, and is more than willing to tell you about his day, or his plans, or just anything.

If it’s something serious, he might sit on it for a while before coming clean to you, but he would eventually. He would just need the time to figure it out for himself first.

Inspiration — Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

Being in a long-term relationship has taught Eren so much about how other people see him and his self-worth.

He either didn’t think much of himself as a whole person before; or thought his life and plans were kind of… dispensable to a certain extent. He didn’t necessarily feel like he needed to want anything bigger than himself, or for anyone but himself; but now he knows that that’s a path to fulfillment; and he knows he wants you.

It’s also taught him the importance of expressing himself in words. He was always good at it with actions, and he’s still not the best with his words, but he’s getting there. And it’s now a conscious effort on his part.

Jealousy — Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

He can get jealous easily, but he doesn’t do anything about it a lot of the time. He knows that most of his feelings of jealous are surface level and petty, and he shouldn’t make an argument out of it.

When he gets jealous like that though—of someone maybe coming on to you at a party or a restaurant—the most he does is, like, obnoxiously clear his throat or roll his eyes, or just glare at the offending person. His glare is pretty effective honestly; most of the time it keeps people from approaching in the first place, and they say preventive measures are the best cure.

When you’re both home, he’s extra affectionate, and pouty about how he thinks everyone should just back off because he’s your boyfriend and the best boyfriend for you.

He actually gets a little upset if you don’t get a little bit jealous when people are obviously flirting with him. He would kind of like it if you had a light possessive instinct over him… it might turn him on a bit, too.

Kiss — Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

He is very enthusiastic, and never turns down an opportunity to kiss you. Over time his kisses become more refined; that is more tailored to kissing you and not just kissing someone in general. Practice makes perfect, after all.

He was probably nervous as fuck during the first kiss, but played it off (or at least tried to). Likely very sweet and cautious; a series of small kisses that build up to something a little fuller.

Love Confession — How would they confess to their s/o?

He has a moment of realization. Like, a pretty big one; he either got there himself, or one of his friends said something like “Eren, don’t you… like them?”

When he has that moment, he either sits on it for a very, very, very long time; or just blurts it out at you because he can’t keep it in any more.

If you’re friends before hand, he would consider the possibilities of a relationship with you, but he already knows he likes being around you; and he would probably love being in a relationship with you because of that.

Marriage — Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

It can go either way with him. He could love the idea of marriage—because it’s like hanging out with your very best friend every single day. You get to live together, everybody knows you’re together, and you just get to spend the rest of your lives together. That sounds like a pretty sweet deal to him.

Or he could think it’s kind of a meh idea. He knows he loves you and he knows you love him, he doesn’t see why he would need to host what’s basically an expensive party and ceremony to show all of your close friends that. They should already know. But if you want to get married and have a fancy wedding, who is Eren to deny you that.

He seems like the type to fuck up his proposal a bunch of times and then eventually snap like “Fuck this—I love you, and I want to love you for the rest of my life, please marry me.”

Nicknames — What do they call their s/o?

He calls you “babe” more often than anything else.

When he’s drunk or just wanted to distract/annoy you, he’ll call you something super dramatic and sweet like “my little sugarplum” just to get a reaction out of you.

He has a slight possessive streak, so he also likes to call you his girl.

On Cloud Nine — What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

He expresses his feelings mostly through spending time with you, but also by being your personal hype man. Eren is willing to support you and all of your ambitions, and might cheer a little too loudly for you on the sidelines, but at least you know he cares.

It’s quite obvious that Eren is in love, maybe not necessarily because he has heart eyes; but because he has this focus on improving himself. It would also be obvious in the way he talks about you to his friends and family. He might not even realize how often he slips your name into conversation, or adds tidbits about you when someone says something that reminds him of you.

He talks to his mom about you a lot, and she always has to hold back her little All-Knowing Mom Smirk because her baby is in love and she’s so happy for him.

PDA — Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss when others are watching?

It’s a complicated dynamic with Eren. He wants everyone to know he has a hot girlfriend, but also doesn’t want people talking about his relationship lmaooo. He’s both reserved and not-shy about it at the same time.

He’s not all that big on PDA, and would never kiss you in front of his friends because he knows he can be easily embarrassed (not embarrassed to be with you, but shy to do those kinds of things in front of his friends and get teased for it). Besides, he wouldn’t want any of his friends making out with their s/o in front of him.

He’ll hold your hand a lot though—but, again, to him, it’s not a conscious act of romance; he’s holding your hand because he wants to and he doesn’t realize that he wants to because he’s craving affection. He’s a little slow on the uptake with his own feelings; but he’s a lot quicker with actions.

He does kind of like it when you kiss him on the cheek, though. And if it’s been a long night of you and his friends hanging out together, he doesn’t mind if you get a little touchy with him when you’re sleepy.

Quirk — Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

He’s really good at guessing when public transportation is going to come LMAOO. Like, yes, there’s a schedule for it, but he’s scary good at predicting how late/early it’s going to be which minimizes wait times. Eren doesn’t wait for the bus, the bus comes to Eren.

He’s also a pretty good photographer and has an eye for angles, so he’s good at taking pictures for you and of you when you’re out on dates. He’s also good at photographing food, and even though he thinks it’s pointless he’ll still do it for you.

Romance — How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

He’s a balance of cliché and creative—it depends on the occasion.

For things like Valentine’s Day or anniversaries, he’ll probably go the classic, cliché route of getting you flowers and stuffed animals if you’re into that kind of thing.

But when it comes to birthdays, he can get very creative and thinks about your gift for a long time. Again, in his head it’s not romance, it’s just him doing what he thinks is right, but it turns out to be pretty damn romantic.

Support — Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

Of course he believes in you! You helped him believe in himself, so obviously he’s going to want to help you do the same thing and support you while he’s at it.

This is one area where Eren never gets jealous—he always wants you to achieve your goals, and never compares your progress to him. He just wants you to be happy and will do what he can to help.

He gets a little frustrated if he can’t help you at all, but understands that maybe just moral and emotional support might be enough in those situations.

Thrill — Do they need to try out new things to spice up your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

He’s a little (very) unhinged, so he’s always down to try something new. He’s the kind of person who will take you bungee jumping on a date because it’s “fun” and “exciting.” Eren knows no boundaries, so very few things and experiences are off-limits to him.

He would like some kind a routine/established roles, but he’s always down to experiment. If he ends up not liking it, then so be it, but at least he can say he tried.

Understanding — How good to they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

He knows you better than he thinks he does. He thinks about you a lot, especially when it comes to holidays/birthdays/gift giving and can get frustrated when he doesn’t find an answer right away, but he always pulls through in the end.

He kind of expects to know everything about you very quickly, which leads to obvious frustration. But over time, he learns almost everything he wants to know and then some; even if he isn’t the best at showing that he’s retained that information on a daily basis.

He needs someone to be empathetic towards him more than the other way around, but Eren would try hard to put himself in your shoes if you needed him to.

Value — How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

It’s very important to him, dare he say one of his top priorities.

Eren cares about people deeply, and you couldn’t be in a long-term relationship with him without him making you his business. Your relationship is special to him, and he wants to do his best to keep it going.

It might even come at the cost of some of his other obligations/relationships at first because he’s new to balancing life personal life and relationship; but over time he learns to balance things out. You’re still pretty damn high on his priority list, though.

Wild Card — A random fluff head canon.

Takes pictures and videos of you while you’re sleeping or falling asleep, and stitches them all together on your birthday and posts it to his story. Every single year without fail.

Got you both customized matching sneakers and gets stupidly giddy when you both wear them at the same time. He takes a billion pictures when you have them on.

Got you a nameplate anklet with his gamertag on it. Not so fluffy, but he really likes the way it looks on his shoulder 😌

XOXO — Are they ver affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

Absolutely, he’s like an overgrown puppy on two legs, Eren loves to cuddle. He’s all over you, and very weak for any kind of affection when the two of you are alone.

He gets upset if you don’t sit directly next to (or on top of him) when you sit on the couch, and pouts about it before flopping on top of you instead.

His first move when he goes to your place or you come over is to wrap you in a hug, and he doesn’t let go for at least a full minute. And even then, he’ll probably waddle behind you in a back hug for a significant amount of time, or until you’re ready to lay down.

King of giving forehead kisses and bumping his nose against yours before his kisses your lips. He’s a sucker for all of it, no matter how much he plays it off when he’s around his friends.

Yearning — How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

Simple: he will call you as many times as possible so as to make it feel like you never even left.

FaceTime is the most used app in Eren’s phone. If you’re away from him for a period of time, he’ll find any excuse to call you and see you, and he gets extra bold when flirting with you.

He also likes to steal your clothes/jewelry. He might put on one of your necklaces or chains or steal one of your bigger/more oversizes hoodies if you have them. Puts his big ass feet in your house slippers.

He sends you pictures of him in all your stuff too, claiming that if you want them back, then you should come see him to get them.

Zeal — Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind?

He definitely is. In a modern au, again, I’m not sure what kind of great lengths they are to go to, but Eren will fight for you.

Even before you’re together, he’ll show you how dedicated he is to you and wanting to be with you.

Then, I suppose, his loyalty is his greatest display of zeal. Eren lets you know how dedicated he is to you and making your relationship work; and tries to prove it you (and himself a little bit) every day.

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thefanficmonster · 3 years

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Just Two Sad Roommates

Corpse Husband x Reader(Female)

Warnings: Swearing (maybe)

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Summary: The power of medieval tavern music gets put to the test when Corpse’s roommate is having a rough day. SPOILER ALERT: it’s more powerful than anyone could assume.

Requested by Anon. You know who you are 😊😋 Wish I could tag you, I loved this idea so much and had such a fun time writing it. Hope you enjoy it just as much 🥰

The last twenty four hours haven’t been so great.

Last night I had a huge fight with my boyfriend over his flirty messages with several girls. It was not just witty banter, it was way more and way more hurtful to me. He obviously denied it and defended himself, at least in the beginning of the argument. Then he took on the accusatory stance, pointing fingers at me for living with another guy. That had me absolutely fuming. Not only was his statement fabricated and literally made up on the spot, but he also used some seriously horrible insults for him. I was having non of it. Corpse is a really great roommate, sweet guy and overall amazing person. I haven’t once argued with him since we’ve started living together. We’re actually quite good friends. So hearing my asshole boyfriend call him all those names was more than enough to chase him out of the apartment. Thankfully, Corpse wasn’t home to hear all that. He rarely leaves the apartment but by some miracle this was the time he was absent.

Then this morning my mom called me to have a chat. It started off decently enough but it only remained that way for so long. It didn’t take her long to start criticizing each and every element of my existence. From my job, my boyfriend, my living arrangement, the career I’ve decided to pursue, the fact I moved to a different state, my paycheck that’s lower than her friend’s daughter’s...…..You get the point.

Now I’m sitting here, contemplating what the two years I’ve been in a relationship with Marcus mean to me. I guess it is just like a phone call from my mother - starts off nice but slowly deteriorates. All things follow this pattern in my life, apparently. And just like the phone calls, I’ve considered ending things between me and him many times but never actually decided on it. Until now. The last part of this decision is executing it, which doesn’t look very promising. My thumbs are frozen, hovering over the keyboard.

I take a second to take a look at my life from a third person point of view, like an out of body experience. I am wrapped in a blanket, huddled on the couch like a burrito with a face. A really sad burrito with a face. I have a job where I work as much as three highly ranked workers and get paid a little over a secretary’s paycheck. I’m in a constant state of exhaustion and disinterest. I often forget I’m human and just assume I can live like a cactus - no food, no water. I have a boyfriend that’s cheating on me and most likely has been for quite some time now. And we’ve been dating for two fucking years. Man, that must be the longest cheat streak in history. Who knows with how many girls as well. And I still have trouble deciding weather to break up with him or not. Actually no, scratch that, I have already decided, but it feel so unnatural and so out of character that my body refuses to complete the task of delivering the final blow to the structure of this relationship which was already weak to begin with.

And it only got weaker when I started catching feelings for another guy. I know, I know, I’m a bad person for that, but I was never planning to act on those feelings. They have always just...lingered, loomed over me. They got stronger and stronger every time Marcus and I would fight, as though they were laughing at my mock of a relationship.

Speaking of laughter, I hear my roommate laughing in his recording room. I gave him the spare room for his recording equipment for a cheap add to his rent fee and it’s probably the second best decision I’ve ever made - first being picking him to be my roommate. He was among the first to reply to my online add and appeared the least sketchy over the phone. More hypnotizing if I’m honest. He could’ve told me he was a hitman and I wouldn’t have batted an eye, handing the keys to his room and the apartment without a second thought. All he had to do was keep talking. Again, SUE ME.

“Fuck, I’m so fucking pathetic!“ I drop my phone when all the strings inside me snap, releasing the sobs and tears I’ve been holding back for so long.

I bring my knees up to my chest, hiding my head in between them, desperately trying to shield myself from the plane crash that is my life at the moment. Crying makes me feel even sadder and more miserable but I have nothing left to do to get all the crap that’s piled up inside me out.

I’m on the verge of falling asleep, the tears have dried and the sobs have died somewhere in my chest, when I hear what sounds like music straight from Robin Hood’s time.

Holy shit, I’ve lost it

I lift my head from in-between my knees, looking around the living room for the source of the jolly, lighthearted tune which despite all the heaviness of my self-loathing makes me feel like the main character in an medieval adventure. Wait...Holy crap, it’s that medieval adventure, Robin Hood-ass music I hear from Corpse’s room!

I whip around to face the entrance from to the hallway where I see an arm sticking out, holding a phone which is where the music is coming from.

“Corpse?“ I call out to him in a questioning manner, shifting to a sitting position with my blanket kicked off of me and bunched up next to me.

“I can’t tell if you’re angry or sad...or both. Didn’t want to get attacked upon entering the room.“ I see the right side of his face peek out as well.

I break out into laughter, covering my mouth with one hand, “You’re such a dork.”

He takes this as a sign to come in, pausing the music as he does so. “What’s wrong?”

My laugh stops but a smile remains on my face as I look at him. He just has that effect on me. “A lot. What’s going on with you?”

He shrugs his shoulders, plopping down on the couch, “The usual, streaming Among Us. You should play with me and my friends some time.”

I scoff, “I can pull of a lie no problem. Maybe I really should.” I don’t actually consider it, it’s just funny to think about.

I have never watched any of Corpse’s content. Not his scary story videos, not his streams, not his animated compilations. Just his songs. And let me tell you...they are hella good. One song and I was hooked.

“Hey, I have a question.“ I tilt my head to look at him, “What’s with you and your love for medieval adventure music?“

“Medieval tavern music, and it’s not really love.“ He shakes his head with this dopey grin that is just. so. adorable. “More like a coping mechanism. Tell me, did you feel less sad I played it for you?“

I stop and think for a second. “Yeah, I think so.”

“Point made.“ He declares, leaving me to nod in amusement. “Now, tell me what that ‘a lot’ is.“

So, I do. I tell him everything, from how my boyfriend is cheating on me to how my mother thinks I’m a complete failure. He listens carefully, paying close attention to everything I’m saying. I catch myself laughing a few times while I retell the recent upsetting events.

Must be that music.

“So, you broke up?“ He asks once I end my monologue with a sigh

I shake my head disappointedly, “Not yet. I still haven’t pulled the plug. I don’t know what to say.”

He holds out his hand to me, “May I be of assistance?”

I look at his hand then at him and contemplate for only a second before deciding ‘what the hell’ and handing over my phone after unlocking it. The screen displays my boyfriend’s chat so Corpse just types away what he has in mind. Before pressing ‘send’, he hands the phone back to me. “Proofread it.”

‘Dear Marcus, this is one of your girlfriends speaking. Yes, one of them. You think I’m not onto what you’re doing, you little shit? Well, to your dismay, I am. And so, I discontinue this relation between us. That word might have been too long for your IQ so let me rephrase: We are over. Finished. Hope your other girlfriends wake up too, unless they are already in the know, of course. Love, but really hate, Y/N‘

I was never aware this level of sass even existed.

I add a smiling emoji and send the message, sighing in relief. “I can check that off my to-do list now.”

We both lean back on the couch, looking up at the ceiling. A moment of comfortable silence takes over, leaving us both wandering in our own heads.

“Hey, um, I wanted to do this when I first moved in, but then I met your boyfriend and I took the hint. Now that you’re single, would you want to...“ he sounds a bit uncertain but continues regardless, “It’s ridiculous cause I don’t really like the idea of going out, but maybe we could order take-out...“

“Are you circling around asking me on an at-home date?“ I am surprised by how unbothered I manage to sound while I’m squealing on the inside. It’s fascinating how quickly a person can flip someone’s day around. Turns out it wasn’t the music at all. It was him that had the positive effect on mine.

Out of the corner of my eye I catch his face turn red and have to contain my laughter. The grin can’t be tamed though, especially not when he says, “Yes.”

Internally squealing, I launch myself from the couch, standing up straight in front of him. “Thai. My usual order is on the sticky note on the fridge. But first,” I offer him my hand, “I need to find out if a person can even dance to that ridiculous music.” At his amusement, my grin widens, “May I have this dance?”

He laughs that adorable laugh of his I’ve only heard through the layer of a wooden door. It’s even cuter when there’s nothing between me and its source. The source is cute too, not gonna lie.

With a shake of his head which is most likely disbelief, he takes the hand I’ve offered him, saying: “And you call me a dork.”

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cazimagines · 3 years

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Hold on I still need you

Author's note: This was a request from anon, I'm sorry it's taken so long for me to get to it but here you are. I hope you are also doing okay and have a lovely day. If you ever want to chat, any of you, my DM's are always free. I've also decided not to tag anyone in this fic as it deals with triggering themes and I don't want to tag people if it could potentially trigger them. Oh and if for some crazy reason you want to be even sadder I based the plot also on the song 'hold on' by chord oversheet so uh listen to that if you wanna be in the feels.

Synopsis: Request from anon: Can I request a sui*idal reader? Like they have thudding thoughts, the whole day her head is buzzing. Then they decide to do IT (you can decide how) and Zemo walks in and becomes heartbroken and floooooofff pls

Word count: 2k

Warnings: MENTIONS OF S*ICIDE, if you don't think you'll be okay reading it then please don't, your mental state always comes first, lots of angst followed by slight fluff, overdose

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Cross-posted to ao3 under the same username

They wouldn’t miss you

You’re just an inconvenience to them

He doesn’t care for you. It’s all a huge prank.

It would be better if you leave

You groan in anger, hitting your head slightly to get those thoughts out of your head, but no matter how much you willed it, they would not leave you alone. Each time you tried to resolve one thought, reflecting on reasons why they do like you, your mind instead found persistent reasons for why they didn’t. Every small thing they have done which seemed off weighted down on your mind. Especially Zemo. Why didn’t he kiss you goodbye this week like he had done other weeks? Your logical side tried to argue that he simply forgot, but your paranoia always got the best of you. There is more. There has to be more. Another reason for him to avoid you. To hate you.

You didn’t want to be one of those girls whose entire life revolved around their boyfriend. You had your independence, your responsibilities, your hobbies. But these days they seemed so bland. They didn’t excite you the way they once did. Things you did for fun now felt like a chore to you. Doing anything these days felt exhausting. You knew it was annoying Zemo by how much time you spent in bed, how you stopped organising dates. But how could you find the will to do anything when you were so exhausted of life? It wasn’t as if you wanted life to end for you; it was just that you needed a break from being alive.

If you thought about it, it was the best option, right? You would finally get your peace. Your friends didn’t have to pretend to care about you anymore. Zemo could move on to date someone he actually loved. He wouldn’t feel like he only dated you out of pity. This was the best outcome. It had to be.

One of the worst things was the last walk. Your footsteps echoed along the pavement as you walked to yours and Zemo’s house. It was almost as if everything was going in slow motion for you. The corners of your eyes were blurred as you just concentrated on the path ahead. The usual outside sounds were faded, muffled to you. Instead, that singular voice inside of you rang out clearly.

‘I’m going to do it,’

Just that, again and again inside your head, unrelenting. It was as if you were still trying to convince yourself to go through with it by repeating it. Your legs felt like stone as you forced yourself to continue to walk to your resting place. Your breath quickened as you approached the door.

Walking in, you were barely coherent. Zemo was still out. He should be gone for the next few hours. That’s plenty of time. You felt a pang of guilt in your heart as you thought about him. How would he react to seeing you? You didn’t want to think about it and thankfully if all goes to plan you would never would.

You manage to find yourself in the bathroom, locking the door behind you. By the window was the medicine cabinet. Stored full of many painkillers for the headaches Zemo often got. Often his past would come back to haunt him. Shakily your hand reaches up to grasp the door handle and open it up, your eyes focusing on all the orange pill bottles that cluttered it. You weren’t focusing as you reached to grab them, your hands instead accidentally knocking them to the floor.

Swearing under your breath, you rush to pick them up, feeling your eyes water up. Finally, you felt you had enough. Swallowing one last time, you open your mouth and down the hatched.

Zemo’s hands clutched the bouquet. The smell of sweet roses floating off them. Roses were typical, but always one of your favourite types of flowers. His hands gently graze against the box held in his trousers pocket. A reminder of the task that had been making him nervous for the last month. To propose. No matter what happened, the time had never felt right. He wanted it to be meaningful, for it to be special. After losing his last family, he wasn’t ready to let someone like you go away.

Still, he worried for you. Your behaviour had changed over the last few months and though he tried to ask you about it, you had always shrugged it off. It was nothing. You were fine. It wasn’t nothing. You weren’t fine, and he hated that you didn’t trust him enough to tell him the truth. That is why he was determined tonight was the night. He’d show you just how much you meant to him, and maybe then you would trust him enough to open up.

“Y/n?” he called out as he walked into the house. He’d taken the afternoon off for this moment, preparing it down to the tiniest detail, and finally, it was all falling into place. Now he had to just find you.

“Y/n?” he called out again

He paused, waiting for a response, but furrowed his eyebrows when none came. That was odd. You were always back by this time.

He started to walk around the house, checking in every room for you. As he found every room empty, his voice rose higher as he became more panicked.

Reaching the final floor, his eyes focused on the closed bedroom door, dread pooling into his stomach. The roses slip from his hand and the petals broke off as they hit the ground. His feet were already rushing to the door, his hands reaching for the handle, but no matter how hard he would push it wouldn’t give away.

“Y/N!” he shouted, hitting his fist against the wooden door in a desperate attempt that you might still be awake. He pushed his shoulder against the door with all his strength. The lock strained, giving crack to a single strain of hope for him.

He pushed his weight against it again, and then again, and finally; it broke. He stumbled, almost falling to the floor as the door burst open. He glanced around and his skin went cold as he saw you laying there surrounded by empty pill bottles. His legs folded as he collapsed beside you, pulling you close to his chest. His ears were ringing and his eyes were blurry as his fingers rested against the pulse in your neck, his head resting against your chest as he prayed for something, some sort of life.

A sob echoed from his throat, whaling coming deep from inside his chest. “Please,” he cried out, “Don’t you leave me. Not you too”

The tears streamed down his cheeks, falling on your pale, clammy skin. “Y/n” he whispered, his fingers still pressed against his pulse.

And then if by a miracle he felt it, hardly there, but he felt it, he’s sure he did. A beat.

He had already gathered your body in his arms and was racing you to the car. Ambulances would take too long. He had to get you to the hospital now. He was driving well over the speed limit but fines could easily be paid, your life couldn’t.

He swerves in and out of other cars, desperately trying to avoid any traffic, almost causing traffic by how carelessly he was driving. He could hear the cars honk at him, the expletives shouted, but none of that phased him. All that mattered was getting you to that hospital and thankfully, it paid off. He was at the hospital in a matter of minutes.

Grabbing you off the seat, he runs into the hospital holding you bridal style, screaming for help. The poor receptionist looked traumatised as she saw your ghostly pale head swinging as Zemo rushed towards the desk.

Quickly nurses had grabbed a hospital bed, and Zemo carefully placed you onto it. As they carted you away, Zemo grasped your hand, determined to follow you. He was instead forced to let go of you. He argued relentlessly to them that he needed to be there; he had to be there with you. Didn’t they know who he was? He got everything he wanted if he so asked but now he was forced into the waiting room along with everyone else. He couldn’t be with you, and it was killing him.

He paced around the room anxiously. People watched his stressed-out self as he ran his fingers through his hair, messing it up. Occasionally his hand would flicker down to his pocket where the ring rested and a lump would come to his throat. Every time a nurse came into the waiting room, he would instantly turn to them, hoping that it would be about you. But it wasn’t and so he was left with his thoughts again as he went over in his mind what he had done wrong for you to ever want to do that. It must have been something he did. The way he treated you. Something he said. The blame rested solely on him.

Finally, the nurse came in, looking for him. As soon as she said the words, he was rushing to your room. As he reached it, he burst through the door, his eyes focusing on the bed in front of him.

There you laid peacefully.

Asleep.

But alive.

The next few hours he spent sitting beside you, just staring at your peaceful face, his hand grasping yours. The nurses tried to get him to leave, claiming you would be asleep for a few hours, but he refused. He had to be there when you woke up. He couldn’t imagine leaving you to wake up on your own.

After a few hours, your eyes finally crack open as you awake. As your senses come back to you, you could feel something holding your hand. Moving your head slightly, you saw Zemo beside you.

As soon as you moved your head he perked up and a wave of relief washed over him seeing you awake.

“Y/n, oh thank god,” he whispers, squeezing your hand tightly.

“Zemo? Where am I?” You ask.

“You are at the hospital after you… well,” he trails off, the word getting chocked in his throat as he thought back to what happened.

Your eyes started to swarm with tears as you feel guilt wash over you, knowing what must have happened for you to end up here with Zemo.

“Zemo, I’m so sorry”

“Please don’t apologise, you don’t need to apologise” Zemo instantly says, sorrow deep within his eyes, “But please, tell me what I did wrong. I can’t lose you y/n, so whatever it is, whatever lead you to that tell me”

“Zemo, it isn’t your fault. You’ve been perfect, you always have been. It’s me, it’s all me. It was so stupid of me Zemo, I shouldn’t have put you through something like that”

His grip on your hand tightened as he leaned over to put his hand on the side of your face, making you turn to look at him. “Don’t say that. You are not stupid. Far from it. Now please, tell me the real reason”

You sigh, leaning into his hand. “I didn’t feel worthy of you. Of anyone. I’m tired Zemo, I’m so tired and you deserve someone who can give you their all. And that isn’t me. I don’t feel alright and I’m not sure if I ever will again”

Zemo’s thumb strokes your face in comfort as he looks at you before deciding to get up and get on the bed next to you, pulling you into a hug in the tight space you two had. “I love you y/n, if anything I do not deserve you. I understand how you feel and I know you will feel better in time, with help you will be. I will ensure you get the best help and will be with you every step of the way if you will have me”

He clasped you as you cried into his chest, his whispers of comfort and reassurance settling deep within yourself. You knew things would be hard; you knew you would doubt yourself again; you doubt him. But a part of you knew that with Zemo beside you, helping you, loving you. You could pull through.

A/N: If you made it to here I salute you for getting through the angst. Just remember you are never alone and if you are ever feeling in a bad way don't be afraid to reach out, I love you all 💕

#zemo #baron zemo #helmut zemo #daniel brühl #zemo x you #zemo x reader #zemo x y/n #tfatws #marvel #mcu

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burnedbyshoto · 4 years

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Because I Love You

— Bakugou Katsuki has never been good with showing his feelings, and it definitely doesn’t change even when he falls in love. —

pairing: bakugou katsuki x fem!reader

warnings: cursing, alcohol mention, angst, fluff

word count: 3,305

a/n: this is commission to the very lovely @candychronicles! she requested an angsty bakugou, and with free range, this is what I came up with. I was inspired by the song nervous by gavin james, so go ahead and check that bish out if you want, its beautiful.

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“Because I—” his voice trailed off.

Bakugou froze, his body frozen where he stood. Was it fair for him to say it, after so many months? Was it okay to say the small line that he craved to yell at you? Was he too late?

Your body was frozen too. The fur coat hanging by your elbows, the little black dress ruffled, obviously moved in your distress. There were too many emotions in your eyes, and yet Bakugou could not make out a single one except uncensored hate.

“Because you what?!” You snapped, your nostrils flaring in their annoyance, your cheeks glowing with rage. “Spit it out, asshole!”

His mouth opened, words failing him, and you scoffed.

Tears welled in your eyes, your head shaking, and you angrily wiped away your tears.

“I thought so.”

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One Year Earlier

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“I like you, too.”

His fingers dragged against your cheek, his fingers curling under your jaw, and your lips parted.

This was a movie, there was no other explanation for what was transpiring before you. The warm spring sun, the sweet smells of the blooming flowers, and the gentle breeze throwing your hair around in a way that was short of perfection. His eyes were wide with shock, vermillion irises swimming with emotions that you never expected to see on his face — that he never excepted to feel — and when his fingers fixed on your face, they began to close.

The air was electric, energy flowing tremendously between your connected bodies, and when Bakugou moved towards you, his head dipping down, there was nothing that could make this scenario better. Your eyes closed, and his lips pressed against yours. Soft, warm, and just slightly chapped. There was so much going on internally, his mind short-circuited, his body moving instinctually against yours.

Your arms found themselves around his neck, his wrapping around your waist.

This was blissful; this was the beginning of a relationship.

Bakugou couldn’t do anything when you pulled away, the kiss had ended way too soon in his opinion. But Bakugou smiling softly, his eyes still closed, a pleasant feeling vibrating through him.

“Something wrong?” you tease, your fingers threading into his hair.

Bakugou’s eyes snapped open, his eyes scrunching, his mouth attempting to fall into a frown. But he couldn’t frown, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smile whenever he tried.

“You need to learn how to fucking shut up, shitty woman,” he growled, his arms pulling you in tighter. His eyes glinting wickedly, and it only fueled you more, making your lips quip into a smirk.

“Make me.”

There was no need to challenge him because your lips reconnected; once more, his body was soaring when his lips crashed against yours.

This was perfect.

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Bakugou’s eyes focused on the book that you were reading. Your body was curled into his side, head on his chest, and fingers slowly flipping the pages of your book. He had no idea why you were obsessed with murder mysteries, they always freaked you out, making you obsessive while you tried to crack the code.

Warmth flooded his chest, making him smile when your nose twitched. It was a telling sign that your beliefs were not going according to the plot. His hands squeezed your side, a teasing touch that made you smack your head against his chest.

“It’s getting late,” Bakugou muttered, his lips pressing onto the top of your head. “Shouldn’t you be going now?”

He watched when you placed your book down, your eyes focusing onto his alarm clock, it read eleven at night. You grunted, and Bakugou watched on in amusement when you rolled on top of him, your nose buried into the crook of his neck.

“It’s so late,” you sighed, wiggling into his body, like that would get you closer to him. “Can’t I just spend the night?”

Those words shouldn’t have scared Bakugou, they shouldn’t have sent a worrisome pit in the middle of his stomach, but they did. The thing about cavities is that they were dangerous, small and avoidable at first, but grew large, destroying everything that it came across until it stopped. But the damage was there, and it was too late to stop it.

“Maybe another night,” Bakugou murmured into your ear, his fingers gripping your waist. “Not tonight, I have to wake up fucking early tomorrow.”

He could feel you stilling against him, but a small nod was then felt after a moment of silence.

“Yeah, of course,” you whisper, pushing up off him. Bakugou looked into your eyes, the warmth in them enough to make him ache for lying to you. But he wasn’t ready for that, not yet at least.

Unsure of what to say, Bakugou brought you in for a kiss. The sweet feeling of your lips pressed into his was phenomenal, the overwhelming desire to flip you over onto your back and make you succumb to his desires almost intoxicating. But when your tongue dragged against his bottom lip, he grunted.

He rolled over, pushing your body into the mattress, not too roughly, but just enough to elicit a sweet moan from you. His lips dragged down your cheek and onto your jaw, his teeth biting your flesh, and the cutest giggle escaped your mouth.

“Don’t be getting horny on me when you’re gonna kick me out,” you warn, your fingers grazing against his chest, the sensation sending goosebumps down his entire body.

Ask her to stay, ask her to stay, he thought over and over, but he cowered. Pulling away, Bakugou rolled his eyes, his fingers pinching your cheeks.

“Shut up, idiot,” he reprimanded, his eyes looking at your lips, mesmerized by them when your teeth bite onto your lower lip.

“I’ll only shut up if you…” you trailed off, your eyes and nose scrunching while you thought. “If you give me a new hoodie!”

Bakugou’s temple throbbed, his body pushing off you in annoyance, “You stole fucking seven of my eight hoodies already! Is that not fucking enough?”

But his temper was short-lived when you started to giggle, your arms wrapping around him despite him moving away.

“NOPE!”

It was after Bakugou dropped you off at your apartment, and when he was going back home, did he realize just how much he missed you. Regret filling him when he entered his place that seemed the smallest bit sadder now. Shoving his hands into his pockets, he groaned, feelings were stupid, this would be over soon regardless.

You were too good for him.

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“I love you.”

Bakugou freezes, his chopsticks centimeters from his wide-open mouth. His eyes flashed up to yours, and he fell frozen at the sight of your scared and hopeful eyes. You had been dating a little over six months, but those three words hadn’t been ushered before.

Your fingers were pressed into the edge of the table. A stiffness to your posture while you stared at Bakugou.

Unsure of what to do, Bakugou placed the food in his mouth, his gaze not falling from yours. There was a pit in his stomach, an unsettling feeling of his bottled anxieties and emotional suppression that threatened to spill out. Love was something that everyone felt, it was this feeling so powerful that even if you didn’t know it, the moment it hit, you knew.

Bakugou had been in love with you the second he kissed you, the way you clutched him close was enough to make him swear to be yours forever. But in this essential time, the time to finally come forward and confess to these feelings, he froze.

“Why the hell do you love me?” he questioned instead, his face emotionless.

The words were harsh, but Bakugou thought they could have been worse. But it was a response that you weren’t expecting, it was apparent through the bewildered look on your face, your eyes blinking rapidly as if you had confessed to a stranger.

“A lot of reasons,” you laugh awkwardly, your fingers meshing together as they do when you’re uncomfortable.

“Name one.”

He watched your face fall, and his stomach squeezed at the way your bottom lip became trapped between your teeth. It was a sight that he wished he would never have to see, this sort of rejected unrequited love that was stemming from him. His heartbeat drummed in his throat, making it hard to breathe, but he wouldn’t let you know that he couldn’t tell you that.

“I don’t know,” you mumbled, your fingers grasping your chopsticks again. There’s a long pause, your eyes focusing on your food, and guilt scorches Bakugou’s veins. “I guess you just make me incredibly happy.”

“That’s a stupid fucking reason for being in love with someone.”

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“Y/n,” Bakugou yelled, his towel around his waist gradually becoming soaked since he had just emerged from the shower. His footsteps were loud, thundering against the wooden floors, and they were full of anger. He turned on his heel, immediately storming into his bedroom.

His bedroom, not yours, not the two of yours. Just his.

But you were invading his space. There was an entire drawer dedicated to you, a towel that was now yours, a pile of books he would never be caught reading were piling up, and even worse, you had been hinting at moving in together. But it was too much for Bakugou, too much for him to process in what seemed like short notice. It made him itchy, but seeing your bathing items in his shower tonight had triggered an almost barbaric reaction from him.

“What the hell do you think you’re fucking doing?!” He yelled the second he entered the room.

His shoulders were tensed, the muscles all over his body flaring, and his tongue rolling with words that his brain couldn’t keep up with. The only thought he was forming was a plea, a desperate tone to stop.

“What am I doing?” you ask, eyes wide, phone in your hand. It was a visible indicator that you were getting ready for bed yourself. Long gone were your nights of staying up until four in the morning, and his nights of going to bed at eight, but some habits die hard it seemed. “Is it about that snapchat I sent you? I didn’t think you saw it yet!”

“Not about the snapchat,” Bakugou growled knowing full well it was a video of you zooming in and out of his back before returning to your face with some horrendous filter on you. “I’m talking about my place.”

Your eyes blinked, and Bakugou could only stand in angry horror at what was building within him. Why was he so fucking angry?

“Is it… about my sock?” you question, pointing at the sock on top of the bed. By the looks of it, you had just taken it off, seeing that you were only wearing one sock.

“Yes,” he snapped. “But it’s not just that. It’s fucking everything!”

“What do you mean, ‘suki?”

“Don’t call me that!” Bakugo sneered ignoring your recoil. The nickname was too much, it was too soft, too loving. It wasn’t him, it could never be him. “Don’t you fucking see what you’re doing here?! You’re invading my goddamn life! Nothing in here is mine, everything I see is fucking yours! This is my goddamn place, this is my fucking life! You’re my shitty girlfriend, not my annoying mom, and definitely not my goddamn wife, so I don’t see what the hell you’re trying to play here!”

Your eyes were wide, an undeniable testament to your hurt feelings.

“I’m sorry if I’ve been… invading your space, I just assumed that—”

“Well you shouldn’t have been assuming shit! Since day one I told you that you couldn’t sleep here, but that hasn’t stopped you! Don’t think I didn’t fucking see you falling asleep before I saw the time on purpose, I’m not a goddamn idiot! I don’t know what insinuated that it would be okay for you to fucking come and stay here? You have your own goddamn place with a bed that’s much better suited for you than my own. So why are you here?!”

Your lips were drawn into a fine line, your legs tucked underneath you, your fingers fisting into your — his — sweater.

“It’s hard to remember boundaries when you’re in love,” you reason, a half-hearted smile on your face.

Stop.

Don’t leave.

Stop it.

Don’t go.

Don’t do it.

“I’m not in love with you,” Bakugou speaks in a low tenor, his body rigid, his tone serious. “My feelings haven’t changed since you told me that months ago. You can keep telling me that everyday, I’m not going to repeat it back because I don’t love you back, and I won’t ever. It’s pathetic, telling me these feelings, expecting me to cave?”

“What are you trying to say,” you spoke back, your eyes finally meeting his. But they’re cold, furious, quiet. They’re not the eyes he’s used to looking into, they’re not the eyes he loves.

“Use your fucking brain, idiot.”

“You’re an asshole, Bakugou,” you laugh joylessly, a grin spreading across your face, your head shaking. “A complete and utter asshole.”

“I never said I wasn’t.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?! You know, when I first admitted that I had feelings for you, everyone told me that it was a mistake. No one was supportive in my feelings, and everyone told me to run, to burn those feelings. But I thought,” you trailed off, your nose scrunching while you placed on your sock. “I thought that I knew you better.”

“Obviously you didn’t.”

You rose to your feet, the sweater around your body being tossed to the side.

“Obviously,” you laughed again, your head shaking. “Destroy all my things, I don’t want them back — we’re over.”

So Bakugou stood in the same spot he was in, the cold and wet towel pressing uncomfortably into him. The sounds of you walking to the front door and the rattling of the slamming door made his heart clench.

Bakugou Katsuki didn’t cry; the number of times he cried could be counted on a single hand. But again, the second he realized just how alone he was, he still didn’t cry. No, Bakugou Katsuki fell to his knees sobbing.

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“Come on, Bakubro,” Kirishima’s faux cheery voice rang from the opposite side of the call. “It’ll be a good time! The squad will be there, and the club is apparently super fun!”

Why Bakugou agreed was beyond him.

He was a wreck, to say the least, and he hated it. Why couldn’t he be rational and say that he loved you back? Why couldn’t he have just been honest and admit that he was scared?

But there was nothing he could do about it, you had blocked him before he could get to his senses, was someone amazing at avoiding him everywhere, and he was banned from your apartment building. So here he was, at some new club with his friends who were screaming and drinking as they pleased.

Bakugou held onto his glass with a single hand, his eyes focused onto the dance floor, trying to ignore his friend's pleas for him to just drink. But something caught his attention on the dance floor, hair that he could point out in a sea of identical colors.

It was you.

Dressed in a little black dress and a fur coat that just pulled together a look that he had never seen you wear before. You were gorgeous, stunning as the stars in the night sky, and Bakugou for the first time since the last time he saw you felt whole again. He watched when you moved your hips in time with the music, your jaw dropping in unmistakable singing, and you looked happy — carefree.

A smile melted away on Bakugou’s face despite the panging in his heart, that is, until a man stepped behind you and latched his crotch onto your ass.

Bakugou could not lie, he didn’t remember much of what happened. Only that his vision became red, and the next thing he knew, he was outside, your arm in his grip, and you obvious distress loud while you hit him.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!” You scream, finally worming your arm from his hold, shoving his back while you take steps away from him.

“He was a fucking creep,” Bakugou snapped, his arms folding as if this was something known. “He shouldn’t have been touching you like you were his goddamn property!”

“No! No, no, no, you don’t get to decide who touches me! You don’t have the right to be angry! We’re done, we broke up! You didn’t so much as like me, you made that so painfully obvious,” you gasp, angry tears in your eyes and an exasperated look on your face. “For a year, a goddamn year of my life, I let you behave like a dick because I thought I meant something special to you! You were so cruel and so mean, and I was a fool for believing that I meant more.”

“You did mean something to me, dumbass!”

“Like hell I meant something to you! I was a distraction! You hated me!”

“No you fucking weren’t!”

“And why the hell should I believe you?! You hated it when I spent the night, and you… what you said that final night and the night I told you that I loved you?! Are you fucking kidding me, Bakugou?! Give me one goddamn reason as to why I should trust you!”

“Because I—” his voice trailed off.

Bakugou froze, his body frozen where he stood. Was it fair for him to say it, after so many months? Was it okay to say the small line that he craved to yell at you? Was he too late?

“Because you what?!” You snapped, your nostrils flaring in their annoyance, your cheeks glowing with rage. “Spit it out, asshole!”

His mouth opened, words failing him, and you scoffed.

Tears welled in your eyes, your head shaking, and you angrily wiped away your tears.

“I thought so.”

Bakugou watched while you stormed away, hitting your shoulder onto his arm while you passed him.

Say it.

Fucking say it, you coward.

“Because I love you,” Bakugou whispered just loud enough for you to hear, his body turning towards you. Your hand held onto the door, your body frozen. “I was a fucking coward, I am a fucking coward. I just… god fucking hell, you are so good, you are too good. I’m only good at being a hero because of my quirk, but I’m not a good person! You scare me because you are fucking perfect, you are everything that I could never be and it scares me! People don’t fall in love with me! They’ll have anyone but me first! I’m loud and rude, and I’m an ass, but you fell in love with me, and the thing is I don’t understand love. It makes no sense, but I’ve loved you since day one, but every time I tried to say something, every time I tried to confess, I couldn’t!”

You turned to face him, your lower lip trembling with overwhelming desire.

“S-Stop…”

“I love you, y//l/n y/n,” Bakugou breathed with perfect clarity, his strides leading him to where you stood, his hands holding your cheeks. “Even if I can never get you to say it back to me ever again, I will spend the rest of my life loving you.”

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a different type of high (spencer reid/reader) pt 6

Title: A Different Type of High (part six)

Request: no

Couple: spencer reid/gender-neutral!reader

Category: spicy fluff (RATED T)

Content Warning: swearing, talk about and allusions to sex, making out, mentions of dying, mentions of drug use (Dialiludid and Oxycodone), withdrawal and symptoms of withdrawal, attending narcotics anonymous, struggling with sobriety, mildly ooc spencer

Word Count: 3,637

Summary: Spencer and the team plan a dinner party to celebrate Reader’s 6-month anniversary of being clean. Reader and Spencer make a risky decision that could hurt their friendship

A/N: Oh goodness, I’m so sorry this part took so long to be posted. I’ve had half of it written for a few weeks, and then I’ve been sitting on the other half bc it originally contained smut. I sat and thought about it for a few days, and I decided at extreme last minute to edit it and make it just spicy fluff, with a rating of pg13-T for the allusions of and talks of sex. I had my best friend proofread this and made sure it was a-okay to post with those ratings! i also edited all the parts so they could be for a gender-neutral reader! so please let me know if this part (or any other part) has an issue with pronouns. Again, im so sorry it took so long for this part to be posted. anyways, thank you all for the love and support! check out my masterlist!

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"Six months," I looked down at the token in hand. My eyes stayed glued to it for what seemed like an eternity, only looking away when there was a knock on the door. It wasn’t for 6 months, though, it was still my 5-month token. We’d be going to get my 6-month chip in a little bit...

"I hope you're not doing something stupid in there!" Spencer spoke on the other side of the door. I smiled before pulling the door open. He was leaning beside the door, waiting for me to leave. “I thought you’d never leave,” he looked over at me with a smile. I stepped more out of the bathroom and looked up at him.

“Nope, just going to the bathroom,” I lied, but still kept a smile on my lips. I try not to lie to Spencer, but for some reason, this one was different. If I had it my way, I would keep myself locked in the bathroom, and never having to leave again. “Do you have to go? It’s free now,” I gestured towards the door. Spencer looked down at me with a raised eyebrow. “Although, I’d give it a minute…” I looked down at the ground and shrugged.

“Are you okay?” He asked, following beside me as I walked towards his bedroom. I sat on the edge of the bed and looked up at him as he stood right in front of me. "Six months, that's quite the achievement,” he whispered as he sat beside me.

“I’m just nervous… That’s all,” I shrugged as I looked over at him, “I already want the day to be over… Is that bad to say?” I rested my head on his shoulder after I leaned on him.

“No, I don’t think so,” Spencer shook his head, “I think it’s totally valid. This is the first time that you’ve made it to such a big accomplishment… It’s exciting, it’s nerve-wracking…” he whispered.

“I think it’s more than nerve-wracking…” my voice was hardly a whisper. “We should go. The faster we go, the faster we can get this over with,” I looked up at him and shrugged.

“We should get going. It’s a very important meeting for you today. Gotta get that coin,” Spencer laughed, before standing up. I sighed deeply before standing up. I rolled my eyes. “It’ll be over faster than you think it will,” he wrapped his arm around me as he walked me outside. The weather drastically changed over the last six months, I’ve forgotten how nice Maryland can be when it’s not cold and snowy. And, as soon as we stepped outside, a warm breeze brushed across my skin and through my hair. I smiled, relaxing my shoulders slightly.

“It’s so nice out,” I looked up at Spencer and smiled. He returned the expression and looked around the street.

“Yeah, it is nice, isn’t it?” he looked back down at me with a soft smile.

“We should go to the Washington Monument! I want to see the cherry blossoms! I’m sure they’re nice and bloomed and super pretty,” I suggested, hoping he’d want to go.

“I mean, if I have time. We have cases coming in left and right,” Spencer replied, making me feel sadder. I pouted.

“Yeah, that’s right. I guess I’ll just have to go,” I looked up at him with a sly smile.

“And, you’ll have to take lots of photos for me,” he smiled at me again. I rolled my eyes before tucking myself closer into his side.

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“I’m taking you out, come on,” Spencer grabbed my hand to pull me to my feet. I looked up at him and furrowed my eyebrows.

“What? Why?” I spoke, still staying on the couch. But, when he did finally get me on my feet, I yelped and fell into his body. Spencer wrapped his arms around my body to keep me steady. “We just got back!” I looked up as I tried to escape his grip.

“Because… You’re six months clean and that’s something worth celebrating,” he smiled as he looked down at me. “And, you deserve to be celebrated,” he whispered before poking my nose. I wrinkled my face and stuck my tongue out. “Please, for me?” he added. I dropped my shoulders. See, that’s not fair. He knows I’d do anything for him. And, if anything includes going out to celebrate something, then I guess I’ll have to do it.

“Okay, fine. You win. We can go out. But I don’t have anything nice to wear,” I spoke as I stepped away from Spencer’s embrace and towards his bedroom. I’ve basically moved into his place sometime over the last 6 months. So it could be our bedroom. But, it's an unofficial move in. I still have my shit in my shit apartment. “Granted, I don’t have much clothing here,” I looked back over at him and shrugged. It was just something to be planted in his head, maybe he’ll offer me to move in with him. Or maybe not. He’ll probably say that it isn’t very smart, me living with him.

“I guess it’s a good thing that there’s something in the bedroom for you,” Spencer smiled as he dropped his head to his shoulder. I raised an eyebrow before looking into his room. “Jennifer and Penelope helped pick it out,” his voice followed me as I entered the room.

“You didn’t have to get me this, Spencer,” I looked at him, awe in my eyes as I looked between him and the very nice clothing that was laid out on his bed. I honestly probably wouldn’t wear it out much. But if he takes me out to celebrate big milestones, then I’ll have an excuse to wear it.

“Of course I did. You should get to wear something nice on such a big night out. You get changed, I have to make a phone call real quick.” Spencer smiled at me before leaving me alone in his bedroom. I looked back down at the clothes and sighed deeply before changing out of my dingy sweater and jeans and into the dress. I looked down at my body before slowly leaving the room.

“I hate this,” I looked at Spencer, who was sitting on the couch, reading a book while he waited for me to finish getting dressed. He was quick to stand, nearly dropping his book to the ground as he looked at me. “Whaddya think?” I smiled at him before looking down at the clothes.

“You look… It looks good,” Spencer looked up at me with a smile. I looked back up at him for a brief moment, only to look away. I could feel a heat grow on my cheeks as I walked towards him. “Oh, uh… Are you ready?” He watched as I grabbed for a sweater he let me borrow.

“Only if you are, you’re the one who planned this whole thing. I was fine just staying home,” I shrugged as I followed beside him. I didn’t want to argue with him on this one, though. He wanted to do something special for me, because this was a big milestone. And, it’s the first time I’ve ever made it to 6 months. Hopefully, it’s the only time I make it this far. But, who knows, bad things happen to good people.

“I’m not going to be embarrassed, am I?” I looked up at Spencer as we walked out of his apartment. He grasped my hand as he led me out of the building.

“No, you… You shouldn’t be embarrassed,” Spencer furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head.

I don’t know why, but all I could think about was going to a restaurant on my birthday when I was younger… And, you know how the waiters and waitresses would crowd around and sing you their lame version of happy birthday, while forcing you to wear a hat that dozens of other people have worn… Their stupid birthday schtick? Remember? Ah, those were the good times, when Mom wasn’t out of her mind. But, I don’t think Spencer would force people to sing me a stupid song and wear a stupid hat for being clean of drugs for 6-months...

“I’m trusting you on this,” I smiled at him as we walked towards his car, “no one’s gonna sing like a song or anything?” I looked over at him as I slid into his car. He looked down at me with furrowed eyebrows, confusion on his face. Then it hit me that he had no idea what I was talking about.

“No…. No one’s going to sing to you,” he looked at me, his tone heavily confused.

“Nothing to worry about then,” I smiled as he pushed the door shut. I quickly buckled in and waited for Spencer to get into the driver’s side. I looked over at him with a smile as he got in. “I was just thinking… On the rare occasion when mom wasn’t awful, she’d take me out to eat, and a lot of the times it was my birthday… You remember that? And then they embarrass the fuck out of you,” I sighed as I looked at him.

“No… That never happened to me,” he glanced at me as he started his car.

“That’s a shame, we should change that,” I smiled evilly at him as he started to drive.

“I hate that you’re looking at me like that,” he looked at the road as he drove to our destination, “Do I even want to know?”

“No, but you’ll find out someday,” I smiled at him.

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Spencer and I were very quiet as entered his apartment. I think that goes to show just how exhausted we both were. Considering he had brought me to his friend’s house, where the rest of his team was, to celebrate. It’s not that the people were exhausting, it’s just that we were out late, and I’m very emotional.

Which was the reason why I found myself crawling into bed in just a shirt and underwear. I could hear Spencer’s laughter as I got comfortable, but struggled with the blanket.

“I’m so tired,” I sighed as I pulled the blanket over my body. The bed shifted as Spencer climbed in beside me. “Like, all the tireds… Sleepy, mentally, emotionally, psychically,” I looked at him as I pressed my head into the pillow.

“Rossi does know how to have a dinner party. Six months is a pretty big thing to celebrate.” Spencer hummed as he moved closer to me. I looked up at him and smiled.

“You didn’t have to plan a party for me. I would have been okay staying here,” I whispered as I got comfortable in his form.

My back was pressed right to Spencer’s chest, just like many nights before. His arm was wrapped around my middle to hold me as close as possible to him. My legs were tangled up with his. I let out a deep breath of air before smiling to myself.

“I’m proud of you, you know that?” Spencer whispered, his nose brushing over the shell of my ear. I rolled my shoulders and hummed happily.

“Now it’s your turn,” I mumbled as I shifted slightly. I knew he was still struggling. It’s not easy… And Dilaudid seems like a kick to the ass drug. He’s trying though. He’s trying his hardest. I just wish there was a way I could help him. I knew he had been struggling more often recently. I would be too if my mentor left unexpectedly. It wasn’t fair to him, or the rest of his team. He gets to have a bit of a struggle, he shouldn’t have to though. The man who replaced Gideon though, David Rossi, is a nice guy. But I know Gideon was like his father figure to him.

Spencer let out a breath of air through his nose. His air tickling my skin and moving my hair. “I couldn’t have done it without you, ya’ know?” I mumbled, nuzzling my head into the pillow more. It was Spencer’s turn to hum. “And, I’m more than willing to be by your side,” I whispered, hoping he didn’t hear me. But, he did, because he just hugged me harder.

I know it’s only 6 months and not the rest of my life. But, without Spencer, I don’t think I could have gotten to the 6-month point. And, to be honest, I might be dead.

“That’d mean the world to me,” he whispered softly. I turned around so I was facing him. He looked down at me with a small smile. “I’m doing better, you know,” he spoke softly. I looked at him and nodded. “It’s just hard… With Gideon leaving… It just feels like everyone’s leaving,” he sniffled softly.

“I’m not leaving… And, by the looks of it all, you have an entire family that isn’t leaving you, Spencer,” I kept my eyes on him, watching as he looked down at me. He stayed quiet, mulling over the words I had just said.

In fact, that left us in a comfortable silence. My eyes stayed glued to him, whereas his were closed. I knew he wasn’t asleep though. Spencer never sleeps. I knew our day wasn’t over yet. We always talked more before either of us fell asleep.

But... something scared me. The way he held onto me. He held me like I would go missing in the morning when he did eventually wake up. His grip around my waist and torso was tight, like I was a stuffed animal and he was the owner. Part of me wondered if he feared I was a drug-induced hallucination and would vanish in thin air. I wish there was a way I could tell him, to convince him that I wouldn’t ever disappear like that.

His nose twitched as he rubbed his face into the pillow under his head. He slowly opened his eyes and looked back at me, the exhaustion of the day sitting in his eyes and expression. I understood that feeling. But, if he was anything like me, and he is a lot like me, I knew that even though he was exhausted, sleep wouldn’t find us in a while.

“Go to sleep,” he whispered, closing his eyes as he pretended to sleep. I laughed lightly, causing him to glare at me.

“I’m not tired, and I know you’re not either. You’re faking it,” I muttered as I shifted even closer to him. I still kept my head tilted up so I could look at him. “You know I’m right,” I whispered, a smile suddenly appearing on my lips.

“I’m not arguing your statement, am I?” Spencer replied, a smile growing on his lips. I almost kissed him. At that moment, it felt right. Our sudden sarcastic banter just made me want to kiss him.

“No, no you’re not,” I laughed lightly as I looked at him. Spencer kept his eyes on me, hugging me harder as he tried to bring me closer to him. But at this point if I was any closer to him, I’d probably be in him. “Can I ask you a question,” I whispered so softly. If it was daylight or any other time of day, with any sound, I wouldn’t be heard. Spencer laughed before reopening his eyes.

“You just did,” he retorted as he looked at me. I rolled my eyes as I readjusted, moving so I was more face to face with him instead of face to chest.

“I meant a real question, Agent Reid,” I stuck my tongue out at him. The smile that grew on his lips made me feel warm, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“You can always ask me a question, and you don’t even have to ask,” Spencer replied, his smile becoming more genuine than before. I could feel my heart beating as I looked at him. My body felt like it was flooding with a feeling that I’ve never felt towards another person… I just couldn’t put a name to it yet.

“Can I kiss you,” I whispered. It just happened. The words fell from my mouth, like I had no control over my mouth and the words I was saying. And now that the words hung in the air, I was left just staring at Spencer, and my heart in my throat.

The expression on his face told me he was thinking about it. But the long silence was beginning to make me feel nervous. What if I ruined it all? What if I just ruined my friendship with Spencer all because I wanted to kiss him? It’s just my luck though, I get something so beautiful and so precious, I ruin it, or it gets ruined. But in this case… It was my own fault and doing.

The next thing I knew, Spencer’s hands were cupping my cheeks, and his lips were against mine. It felt like the wind was knocked out of me with the sudden action. I was a little caught off guard. I guess his prolonged silence just convinced me nothing was going to happen. But I was definitely happy that it did, indeed, happen. And, I definitely enjoyed it.

His lips were soft, yet somehow slightly chapped. I could feel the moisture on his lips from when he licked them moments ago, and I could taste the tiny bit of wine he had just an hour ago. The warmth of his body made me feel safe as I gravitated closer into his body. My heart pounded in my chest, and I wondered if he could feel it against his. My hands gravitated towards his head, my fingers getting tangled in his hair.

Spencer hummed as I gently tugged on the hair on the back of his neck. The breath from his nose tickled around my lips and nose. Every movement he made, my body was quick to follow. I just couldn’t get enough of him, and he knew that.

He was gentle as he moved so he was over me. His arms were wrapped around my torso, holding me close to his body. I knew I wanted to further what was happening, and part of me could sense Spencer did too. I pulled my head away, pressing it into the pillow a little bit so I could look up at him. He returned the look, but a certain fire was in his eyes.

“Can we,” I stopped myself from talking, worried that I was even more out of line for asking if we could have sex. At least I’m asking. “We don-” I continued, but failed when Spencer pressed his lips to mine.

“Yeah… Yeah we can,” he muttered before going to take off his shirt.

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It was honestly better than any type of high I’ve had before. Definitely better than marijuana, or oxycodone, or Dilaudid. I wonder if Spencer thought the same about that. This was probably safer too. You can’t overdose on sex, can you? Damn, I guess if that’s how I go… That’s how I go.

“Hey,” Spencer looked down at me with a small smile. I swallowed roughly before returning the smile to him. He brushed my hair away from my face before holding both my cheeks in his hands.

“Hey,” I returned the smile with a small giggle. Spencer laughed before kissing me again. It was tender and passionate with this kiss, and I wanted to melt into him. His hands were still on my cheeks, holding my face.

“Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you or anything? Did I?” He asked, his tone heavily laced with worry. He moved his nose so it brushed against mine, smushing it to my face. I laughed and shook my head.

“No, no, Spencer. You didn’t hurt me,” I laughed as I pressed my hands to his chest. “I don’t think you could hurt me… No matter what you do,” I quietly whispered. Spencer looked down at me and smiled.

“I promise I won’t ever hurt you,” he returned in a whisper, "and I won't ever leave you."

“In all seriousness, though, I didn’t know I had a sex drive like that…” I laughed, watching as Spencer sat up and away from me. “I mean, after all the oxy I’ve taken…” I shrugged, sitting up and wrapping a blanket around my body. Spencer looked over at me with a raised eyebrow as he stood up.

“Considering it’s been six months, you don’t have it in your system anymore,” he looked at me for a moment before grabbing his boxers and an undershirt. “I’m getting you water, do you want anything else?” He walked around the bed and came to stand beside me. I looked up at him and pushed out my lips, silently asking for a kiss. Spencer smiled before pecking my lips quickly.

“I’m okay with water,” I watched as he walked away. He nodded before leaving me alone in his room (Again, I would go as far as to say our room. But I don’t exactly live with him… full time).

When I finished cleaning myself up in his bathroom, I grabbed one of his shirts and a pair of boxers, and I sat on the center of the bed, waiting for him to return.

I realized something while I was waiting for him to come back to bed. And it’s something I don’t think I could ever tell him. Because, if I tell him this, I’d probably lose him. I don’t think I could handle losing Spencer.

I loved him. I loved Spencer Reid and that was probably going to be the thing that killed me.

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pwarkluv · 3 years

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❝ slow dancing in the dark ❞ - psj

park jisung x reader | angst, fluff | 1.5k words

WARNINGS | lowercase is intended, angst because duhh, fluffy ending because it’s jisung and i don’t think i could take a sad ending with him, friends to lovers au (my fav as you can tell), high school au, non-idol au, not a lot of dialogue in the first half oops, maybe like one curse word(??), this is gonna be trash so uh skrrt skrrt

SUMMARY | when they’ve both been in love with each other for years, but are too dense to realize it (aka your typical f2l’s trope).

AUTHOR’S NOTE | inspired by “slow dancing in the dark” by joji as you can tell by the title of this oneshot hehe :P anyways another favorite song of mine! i wanted a happy ending jisung because i see so many sad ending with him fhakldjfh also (i tried to be) super angsty because teenage love and overthinking always gets me in my feels~

you’ve never failed to make jisung’s heart race, even as a kid.

before he met you, jisung was your typical seven year old boy who avoided girls because he thought they had the cooties. he had that weird bowl cut every asian dude had growing up with slinky arms and a skinny frame.

but you? you were beyond ordinary.

your pigtails were held up by hello kitty hair ties, the charms dingling whenever you moved. you had a few front teeth missing, but that didn’t stop you from smiling ear to ear when you first met jisung. the colorful pastel colors you wore all the more attracted him to you.

never has he ever seen such a bright and bubbly girl. all the other girls in the area were like him, avoiding the boys because of their “cooties”. they were stuck up and always thought they were better than him.

but from the moment you two met, you became an exception. the only girl jisung liked being around.

now that you two are seventeen, things have changed a bit. jisung wasn’t up to your ears anymore and he sure as hell doesn’t have a bowl cut. you outgrew your pigtails and have teeth in the front of your mouth. but the biggest change? jisung was in love with you.

well sure he’s always loved you. he loved the way your charms in your hair would jingle whenever you two played hopscotch, he loved how you always tried to put his hair up into a bun with your special hair ties, and he loved just being around you.

but this kind of love? the one he’s feeling now? it was like anything and everything you did made his heart race and his smile come out. so of course hearing you rant about this “really cute guy” who suddenly started talking to you in school made his heart hurt.

you were laying on jisung’s chest, him playing with your hair as the movie in front of you two played in his room. you didn’t know how but you were thankful the boy you were laying on couldn’t hear how fast your heart was beating.

you’ve always been in love with jisung. from the moment you two met you were drawn to his aura, how he lowkey hated you and thought you had a disease. you’ve watched him grow (literally) and become such an amazing person. just the thought of it made your heart swell.

but you knew he didn’t like you. there was no way. not when he seemed so comfortable with the girl that sits in front of him in science.

so you’ve decided you were gonna try and move on from him and look at other boys. you realized how cliche it was, falling in love with your best friend. there was no way it was gonna work anyways, not if jisung didn’t like you back. so you went for one of his friends, sungchan. he’s tall, kinda, charming, and everything you could ever want. but he’s not jisung.

❝ give me reasons we should be complete ❞

jisung didn’t know how to respond when you first mentioned sungchan. he should be happy for you right? you two were just friends and in no way did he have any claim towards you. if you liked him you should go for him, right?

wrong. his hand faltered a bit as he continued to stroke his fingers through your hair, his heart feeling heavy in his chest. suddenly he felt like he wanted to cry, not noticing how half-hearted you sound talking about the boy.

❝ you should be with him, i can’t complete ❞

suddenly his mind went to more sadder things. jisung thought about the height difference between sungchan and him, wishing he was just a little bit taller for you. how cool and handsome sungchan was, no wonder you were falling for him. he’s more athletic and that’s probably why you liked that boy and not him.

prom night. your second to last prom before you and jisung finished high school. you two decided to go together “as friends”, the thoughts of him not wanting to actually be your date dampening your mood at times. but you were here to have fun, whether jisung saw you like that or not.

the two of you were partying, dancing along to the songs being played on the speakers.

“y/n?” a voice called out, causing the both of you to turn. jisung frowned looking at the boy in front of him. there he was, the boy he’s hated for the past two months.

you froze, not knowing why sungchan was in front of you.

“um, hi sungchannie.” you shyly smiled, a little awkward at the random intrusion. jisung knew you felt a little awkward and protectively wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

“hey.” jisung replied, trying to act cool. you stifled a laugh at jisung’s sudden mood change before clearing your throat.

“can i talk to you for a bit?” sungchan asked, and jisung could have cried then and there.

❝ you looked at me like I was someone else, oh well ❞

“you like jisung don’t you?” sungchan said, watching as your eyes strayed to the tall brown haired boy you came with. you flushed, getting caught.

“n-no i don’t know what you’re talking about.” you stuttered, denying the obvious. the boy laughed, ruffling your hair a bit.

“don’t stress about it y/n, you don’t look at anyone else the same way you look at jisung. it’s kinda cute.” he smiled, making you a little less tense.

“but he doesn’t like me.” you replied, looking down at the floor as an attempt to not cry. sungchan laughed, not believing what you’ve just said.

“you’re an oblivious one aren’t you?” sungchan muttered under his breath before holding you close, keeping an eye out for the boy watching him like a hawk. “confess to him, i promise you it won’t be bad.” he whispered before pushing you towards jisung.

❝ can’t you see ❞

“so what’d he say?” jisung asked, suddenly becoming serious. he saw the way sungchan pulled you close and his fists tightened in anger. he was the only one who could do that to you. but then he realized, he’s really not.

jisung once again realized that you weren’t his and probably never will be.

“o-or well you don’t have to tell me.” he stuttered aftering noticing how possessive his tone was. she’s not yours she’s not yours, jisung chanted to himself, watching as your face flickered to one of unsureness.

goddammit why can’t you see i’m in love with you, the both of you thought in unison, jisung waiting for your response.

“dance with me.” you said, pulling jisung away to a secluded area knowing what you should do. though you didn’t answer him, who was he to decline such a beautiful lady.

❝ i don’t wanna slow dance, in the dark ❞

it was like that ending scene from twilight, a mini deck covered in fairy lights and flowers. the lights were dimmed down a bit as a soft tune played, your head on jisung’s shoulder as the two of you slowly danced to the song.

you realized that if you told him you loved him, it could ruin everything you two had. but you knew you couldn’t keep it a secret, you knew you couldn’t keep your emotions in the dark.

“what’s on your mind princess?” jisung asked, breaking the silence. he knew how tense you were just from the way you walked back to him after sungchan. and when you didn’t answer his question, well of course jisung was a little worried.

your heart raced at the nickname. he started calling you that after the two of you played kingdom, him being your knight in shining armor while you were his princess. it stuck, jisung liking the way it felt calling you that.

“i don’t wanna pretend anymore, sung.” you sighed, picking your head up from his shoulders. you pushed yourself away slightly, a small space between the two of you as you prepared for heartbreak. the boy gave you a confused look, not understanding what you were trying to get at.

❝ dark ❞

“i’ve always loved you, as a kid and even until now.” you confessed, eyes trained onto the floor. jisung froze.

there was no way you actually felt the same, did you?

“w-well i know you don’t like me back and i know this changes things so much and i’m so sorry-”

jisung’s lips on yours was what shut you up. his hand snaked behind your waist, the other on the nape of your neck to deepen the kiss.

“shut up will you?” he mumbled into the kiss, finally relishing the feeling of your softness of his. your cherry lip balm was addicting and he couldn’t wait to taste it again.

you had no clue what was going on at all, his lips on yours making your mind go hazy. as you two pulled away to catch your breaths you whispered into the air.

“so does this mean you love me too?”

“are you dumb or do i need to kiss you senseless again?”

“i mean that last option seems good.”

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dream-a-little-bigger-x · 4 years

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Prove Them Wrong | Reggie Peters

A/N: I got these two requests for a Reggie fic and decided to merge them together, I hope you don’t mind!

Request 1: Please i just want a fanfic of reggie discovering YouTube and uploading home is where my horse is video and the gang reacting to it since people absolutely love it

Request 2: Hi!! Can you do one where the reader is julies friend and is with her when the boys come back and her and Reggie have a instant connection and he follows her around and is always talking to her

Relationships: Reggie x Reader, Sunset Curve x Reader, JATP x Reader

Warnings: Fluff?

Words: 4,165

Your life has been pretty ordinary for the past 16 years. A life pretty much every person would call boring was a life you wouldn’t change for the world’s most expensive things. Until you met Reggie and the other boys from Sunset Curve. You say boys, but it would be much more accurate if you said ghosts. Sunset Curve was a ghost band from the 90’s that popped into your life one night when you were helping your best friend Julie clean up her mother’s studio.

2 months earlier…

A text from Julie comes in when you’re doing your homework on your bed whilst watching reruns of Friends on your laptop. The show makes for good background noise, you find. “911!” Worry rises within you as you read the call-for-help text from your best friend. “U ok?” you text back. Three dots begin dancing on the screen, raising suspense. “Do u wanna come help me clean out mom’s studio? :( x” A soft smile plays at your lips whilst more dots appear. “Don’t think I can do it by myself.” You close the Netflix app on your laptop and get up to put some proper pants on. You had the habit to kick your jeans off the second you got home. Prancing around in your underwear after a tough day at school has become one of your favorite things to do, but Julie might not appreciate that too much, nor would the neighbors. “OMW!” you quickly text back and hop into your Vans before heading down to the Molina house. You find your best friend behind the grand piano, looking up at the chair-decorated ceiling of the shed. Something Julie’s mom did with a superstitious meaning you’d kind of forgotten. Neither you nor Julie believed it, to be fair. “Hey,” you greet softly, making her look at you. A smile appears on her lips, glad you’d be willing to come over and help. Like you’ve been so many times last year when her mother died. You’d be there to listen to her talk about all the memories with her mom, or to hug her as she cried because she missed her. This is just another part of the grieving process she needs to get through, and you’re there to hold her hand all the way through it. “Are you okay?” you ask, walking towards the piano and leaning your forearms on it. “Yeah, it’s just a little weird to be here…” she says as her eyes start scanning the entire space. “There are so many memories of her in here.” Her fingers glide across the piano keys. “Yeah, I know,” you whisper, not wanting to bring up anything that might hurt her. You remember the days you’d come over to play with Julie and you’d hear her mom singing in her studio. You remember when you’d make music together with Carrie and her dad and Julie’s mom. There are so many unfinished songs about bunnies and puppies from when you were kids, and even some more recent ones about the person you had a crush on or about that boy that broke your heart when you were fifteen. Those songs are now stored away in the back of your mind, waiting for the day Julie would start singing again. Along with all those memories you put on tape. “Let��s get crackin’!” you tap the top of the piano in a rhythmic beat before stepping away and holding out your hands for Julie to take. The girl gets up from the stool behind the piano and carefully places her hand in yours. You pull her away from the piano and halt in the middle of the garage, looking up to the loft that suddenly seems very looming. Both of you know whatever’s up there is the ghost of a musician’s past, and not even Julie’s mom’s. No, all the instruments up there are from the people that used to live here. Julie never told you, but you’re certain Carrie’s dad used to live here when he was a child and sold his parents’ house to Julie’s parents when they died. You’d noticed the way Trevor always stood in the doorway, glancing around with soft eyes and a tender smile tugging at his lips. Almost like he’s reminiscing about his past. Besides, he’s accidentally slipped up a few times when talking about his childhood, saying he used to play around here with some of his buddies. No one else ever mentioned it, so you didn’t either. There’s probably a good reason for him not to speak about his past in too much detail. You climb up the stairs first and step up on the wooden floor, letting your eyes scan over all the junk up here. Keyboards, old guitars, drumsticks, even an entire drum kit, along with bags and backpacks, all strewn around the place. “Y/N,” Julie’s voice makes you snap out of your thoughts. You look down to find Julie still on the stairs, half of her body in he loft. She’s holding a CD up to show you. “Sunset Curve?” you read aloud from the black CD case. “Never heard of that band.” “Let’s give it a listen?” she suggests and after receiving an agreeing nod from you, she climbs down again, followed by yourself. She places the CD into the stereo whilst you sit down on the couch. Julie presses play and joins you. “1-2-3 Take off, last stop Countdown till we blast open the top Face first, full charge--” The music fades away as it’s overpowered by a loud screeching noise. You look over at Julie, who has her hands up to her ear to cover them from the noise. Your eyebrows knit together, confused as to what’s happening. It might just be a fault in the production of the song? Or maybe a scratch on the CD? Before you can even come up with a decent reason, a bright flash lights up the entire garage, followed by a loud thud. And, when you look up, you find three boys in the middle of the studio, scrambling up from where they’d come down harshly. You and Julie quickly get up from the couch, wanting to take a closer look at the scene in front of you. “Woah! How did we get back here?” One of them says, confused about his surroundings. Julie lets out an ear-piercing scream before running out of the garage, leaving you with those three boys. You have no clue what’s happening, and you don’t know what to do either. Should you run and hide like Julie? Or should you just wait and see if they have a reason for being here? “Hello!” one of them yells excitedly, making you snap out of your train of thoughts. It’s the dark-haired boy with the red flannel tied around his waist that’s talking to you. “I’m sorry, who are you and what are you doing in our studio?” Your eyes widen at this. They think this is their studio? “I-I’m… I’m sorry, gimme a second,” you say, holding up your finger. The boy nods curtly before you dash out of there too, running up to Julie’s room with the question haunting your head ‘Who are they? And why do they think it’s their studio?’ After a while, you and Julie pluck up the courage to go back into the garage, armed with a cross since Julie’s positive they’re ghosts. Turns out they are. They -- along with Google -- explain they’re three ghosts that used to be in a band called Sunset Curve and that they died after eating bad hotdogs in ‘95. Luke, Reggie and Alex introduce themselves to you, and from that moment on, you’re certain these three ghost boys will change your life forever. And they do.

Present day

To say your life has changed since the day those boys came into your life is an understatement. It went from studying while watching Friends in your room to going out to their gigs almost every Saturday and sitting in on their rehearsals every day after school. You, along with Julie, have grown very close to the boys in the last five months. They’ve become your best friends you could talk to about everything and anything. But the most special connection you have, is with Reggie. Ever since that day, the boy hasn’t left you alone. Every time you’re at the Molina house, he’ll poof in, wherever you are. Whether you’re getting a drink or a snack in the kitchen, or you’d just come out of the bathroom, he’d be there. This caused a lot of heart attacks, but also a lot of deep conversations.

Especially if he came to your own house. This was mostly when he’d had a bad day or missed his old life or his parents. He’d poof into your room and just tell you to do whatever you were doing, that he just wanted to hang out. After a few times, you didn’t even ask anymore and he didn’t have to tell you to just continue whatever you were doing. Those nights even ended with the two of you cuddling, which is something you realized you could do for some unknown reason. But you liked it, so you didn’t think too much about it. Today is Friday, which means it’s the last big rehearsal before the boys and Julie have their gig tomorrow night. And though you’d much rather be there with them, you have to watch your little siblings for the night since your parents have gone out to a dinner party. You’re making some popcorn in the kitchen for all of you to munch on when watching a movie, when Reggie suddenly poofs in, making you jump. You hadn’t expected him to come in this early, which causes the worry to well up inside of you. Something must’ve happened. “Reg, you okay?” you ask in a hushed voice, glancing back at the kids in front of the tv. “No…” he murmurs, wringing his flannel in his hands. He looks sad, sadder than when he misses his old life, which means something really bad must’ve happened. “Gimme a second,” you say and turn to leave the kitchen. Reggie smiles a little as those words remind him of the first words you ever said to them. “Kids, it’s time for bed!” Moans and whines come from the little kids on the sofa, protesting their early bedtime. “No complaining! Chop chop!” you rushed them up the stairs before returning to the kitchen. “Get yourself comfy on the couch, I’m just gonna put them to bed real quick, okay?” Reggie nods agreeingly and watches you walk away again. He grabs the bowl of popcorn you’d prepared and takes it into the living room. Even though he can’t eat, he’d want you to snack on it since you’re the one that made it. “Sorry it took so long. They can be really stubborn sometimes,” you exhale frustratedly as you plop onto the couch next to Reggie. “Now, tell me, what’s going on?” “So, I suggested to Luke we’d try this song I wrote a while ago,” he starts solemnly. “Home is Where My Horse is?” you ask, remembering him writing that up in your room. You’d even helped him on some verses. “Yes, that one! But he just rejected it… Again!” he sighs exasperatedly, throwing his head back on the backrest of the couch. “Yelled at him that he didn’t appreciate my talent and just poofed out,” he chuckles airily, and you do too. “I’m sorry Luke isn’t more open to your creativity, Reg… I really wish I could help you somehow, if I knew something I--” you stop in your tracks as an idea pops into your head. “What is it, Y/N?” he asks, getting excited as it seems you have an idea. “What if we film you singing the song and upload it on YouTube?” you suggest, eyes twinkling at the idea alone. He nods excitedly at first, but then slows down when he realizes he has no clue what you’re talking about. “What’s a YouTube?” he asks. You let out a giggle before grabbing his hand and leading him towards the dining table where you’d left your laptop. You open it on the site and show him the home page filled with different types of recommended videos. “It’s a platform where people can post videos of whatever they like. A lot of artists use it for their music videos nowadays. It’s where I posted ‘Edge of Great’ a few weeks ago,” you explain.

He peers at the screen with wide, intrigued eyes. You then lean forward and type in ‘Queen don’t stop me now’ before hitting enter. Reggie’s eyes widen even more as you press play on the music video.

“I could film you with my dad’s equipment and edit the whole thing together and upload it. At least then the world will see how truly talented you are and maybe Luke might change his mind too?” He eagerly nods his head in agreement, getting excited about the whole idea. Besides him being able to prove to his band that his country songs are worth taking a second look at, it’s also a good opportunity for you to test out some new techniques.

So, on Saturday, the two of you get up at the crack of dawn -- or you do since ghosts don’t really sleep -- and make your way down to the riding club your little brother goes for riding classes. You’re acquainted with the owners, so they’ll let you film whatever you need around there. Doesn’t even matter if it looks like you’re not filming anything. “Okay, you ready?” you mutter as you set up the first scene. He’s currently sitting on a picnic bench with his guitar in his lap and the stables in the background. Your camera is set up in front of Reggie with the stable doors on each side of his head, perfectly balanced. You simply nod your head curtly as his ‘action’ sign. He immediately starts strumming his guitar and singing out his self-made words. “Home, what is it really? Sometimes it’s a someone and not a place, It’s that feeling of being safe, It’s about who you’re with at the end of the day…” You spent the entire day running around the ranch, letting Reggie sing his song multiple times in different locations. You even film a couple of nature shots to edit in later. This is just going to be the greatest music video you’ve ever made, and it’s all thanks to Reggie. Your Sunday is spent behind your laptop, editing Reggie’s footage until it’s turned into a somewhat coherent video. “Hey!” Reggie poofs into your room late that night. “Where’ve you been? You missed movie night!” he asks, worry laced in his voice. You don’t even take your eyes off your screen. It’s almost finished just a few more… Yes! “I just finished editing your video! Wanna see?” He nods his head excitedly, so you make some room for him on the chair you’re sitting on. He seems hesitant at first, but eventually sits down on the very edge. Your entire side that’s touching his tingles. It’s always been a weird feeling to touch him, but this is from an entirely new calibre. You rewind the video and press play. There’s a shot of the surrounding nature at first and some horses galloping in the distance whilst the strumming of his guitar floats out of the laptop. Then the camera pans to Reggie on the picnic bench with his guitar. “Home, what is it really? Sometimes it’s a someone and not a place, It’s that feeling of being safe, It’s about who you’re with at the end of the day… and for me” The picture changes to Reggie looking out into the meadows, watching the horses frolic around in the grass with a couple of shots of him playing his guitar as he’s walking along with the horses. “Home is where my horse is! Riding through trees by the river Feel the summer breeze smile gettin’ bigger Home is where my horse is Don’t need a house or a roof I just put on the saddle, lace up my boots Cuz home is where my horse is” In the next few shots, you’re even in it. Reggie had grabbed your camera and placed it on the grass before grabbing your hand and pulling you out into the meadow with him to dance. It probably looked most ridiculous to any bystanders, but the footage is too pretty not to use. You can just about see two silhouettes dancing around over the grass with a flare of sunlight breaking in and giving it a magical flair. “I don’t need the streets Don’t need the city lights I don’t need a fancy car I just hop on my horse and ride” You’d filmed a couple of the riders too, since Reggie himself couldn’t really ride a horse seeing he’s a ghost and everything. But it made for some good footage to set the scene of the song properly. “Home is where my horse is! Riding through trees by the river Feel the summer breeze smile gettin’ bigger Home is where my horse is I see the beautiful beast running up to me And I know I’m home” The song ends and the screen fades to black, Reggie vanishing as he looks out into the meadow again. You look up at real-life ghost Reggie with expectant eyes. He’s just staring at the black screen for a moment, mouth ajar and eyes wide. “Woah!” he finally mutters. “That was amazing, Y/N! Show me that again!” he exclaims excitedly. Of course you oblige and show him again. This time, he points out everything he loved. “This is my favorite part!” he says, pointing at the screen as the two of you are shown dancing. You can’t help but smile at how excited he gets over this collaboration. “So, can I upload it?” you ask when the screen fades again. “What?! Of course! Put it on the Tube-thing!” he claps his hands excitedly and watches as you open the site and start the upload on the Julie and The Phantoms channel. You had edited their Edge of Great video when Ray asked your father to help him film, so you pretty much had the right to do this, even if Julie might say otherwise. “There we go! It’s set to upload in about five minutes!” you say and turn to Reggie, almost forgetting how close he’s sitting until he’s literally mere inches away. You can actually feel his hot breath tickling your lips. A wave of warmth rushes through you when you catch his eyes darting from your lips to your eyes and back again. “You’re really talented, you know that?” You simply hum in response to this compliment, not that you agree with him, but you don’t know what else to do. You’re completely frozen in place. His eyes are so pretty up close. They’re the most beautiful shade of green you have ever seen, especially with that twinkle in them. “Can I kiss you?” his soft voice makes you snap out of your thoughts about those dreamy eyes. “Wh--what?” you stutter, hoping you did hear that right, but not wanting to assume. “C-can I kiss you?” he repeats, his voice just above a whisper.

“Yeah.” Your voice wavers ever so slightly. Reggie’s eyes flutter close as he leans in to press his lips to yours. There’ve been times you dreamed about doing this, but you never thought you’d actually be able to kiss him. The ability to touch him was a surprise and a miracle, you didn’t think this would be possible too. A bleep coming from your computer causes you to pull away abruptly. You just about catch the smile on Reggie’s face before you turn to the screen, madly blushing yourself. “It’s ready to go!” you state excitedly and start typing up a description for the video. “What are you doing?” he asks, peering over your shoulder. “Typing up a little description for the fans, or whoever watches,” you reply as your fingers stilt for a second to think about what else to write. “Home is Where My Horse is, a Reggie original. Written and performed by your favorite bassist, Reggie Peters. Filmed and edited by Y/N Y/L/N. Special thanks to Hold Your Reins Ranch.” He reads the little text aloud. “Nice,” he nods his head, impressed by your abilities with this foreign platform. “And we’re live!” you inform him as you have pressed the post button. “Thanks, Y/N,” he says with a soft smile, making you look at him again. “I’m just gonna kiss you again, is that okay?” You nod your head before closing the distance between the two of you and kissing him again. This is not what you’d expected to come from this project, but you’re glad it had. This feels right. That night, you send Julie a message with the link to the video. “Give the boy a chance. This is an actual bop!” you sent along with it. You’re a little scared you might’ve overstepped and shouldn’t have suggested making this video for Reggie and you definitely shouldn’t have posted it to the Julie and The Phantoms YouTube channel. It probably wasn’t your place to mingle into a band conflict, but you couldn’t handle seeing Reggie so upset.

“Get ur talented ass to the studio. NOW,” Julie’s text reads. It sounds a little passive-aggressive, but you still obey and hop into some pants and shoes before heading down the other end of the street where the Molina house stands. “‘Sup, kids?” you say when you find the boys and Julie on the couch, throwing up a peace sign. The bubbliness might camouflage the nerves building up inside you. “Care to explain yourself, miss Y/L/N?” Julie starts with her arms crossed and a scowl on her face. You glance over at Reggie. He’s glancing down at the rings around his fingers. “I’m sorry, Jules. But I really think you ought to give this boy and his horse a chance!” you aggressively point at the boy in question, whose head snaps up at this. Now he’s looking at you with a scared, yet tendered expression on his face. “I was joking, babes,” Julie mutters, holding her hands up in defense. “We didn’t think you’d react this defensive over this…” Your eyebrows knit together as confusion takes over you. “Wh-what do you mean?” you question. “Your video has been viewed over a thousand times already and it’s only been up for about two hours, Y/N,” Julie explains and turns her laptop for you to see the view count at 1,327. Your breath hitches in your throat at the large number. That’s how many people have seen your work? I mean, you would’ve watched it that many times in a row yourself because that song is actually amazing. These people are stupid for not giving it a chance earlier. “Woah, Reg! That’s a lot of people hearing your song!” you exclaim excitedly. The boy gets up from the couch and walks over to you with a proud smile on his face. “Actually….” he starts and scrolls down on the laptop. You taught him how to do that. “They’re loving your camerawork and editing!” He shows you all the comments underneath the video. The reactions are divided evenly between praise for the song and praise for your work. “Wha--” your eyes dart from Reggie to Alex, then to Luke and Julie. “We had a band meeting and we want you to become our band’s official videographer,” Alex announces with that soft smile of his plastered on his lips. Your mouth drops in disbelief. You’ve always loved videography and editing, but you always saw it as something fun, not as an official band thing. After months of sitting in rehearsals and watching gigs, you’re finally going to be part of the band. Or close enough to being a part of the band. “What do you say, babe?” Reggie asks when you’ve been quiet for a good minute. Luke and Alex exchange glances at the sudden use of pet names. That’s new. “I mean, it could be cool?” you shrug humbly. The band cheers, Alex and Luke even high five. Before you can even go over to hug Julie, Reggie’s already cupped your face and crashes his lips to yours. You’ll never get used to that feeling. “That’s new,” you hear Alex say when the two of you pull away. You need a good second to cool it after that passionate kiss, but once you do, you beckon the others over for a group hug. “Thank you, guys,” you whisper and press a kiss to Julie’s hair as a thank you. From that day on, you’re not only known as the Julie and The Phantoms videographer, but also as the cute bassist’s girlfriend. To say your life has drastically changed since meeting these boys would be the understatement of the year.

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carriwitchet ch.5

pairing | han jisung x reader, 3racha x reader genre/warnings | fluff, angst, high school au, slow burn, friends to lovers, love square word count | 3k a/n | sorry for the long wait. I really have to be in the right headspace for thsi series but i'll try my best to update it more often from now on. also - this chapter is a lil bit sadder than usual. enjoy <3

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CHAPTER 5

“Hello there N/n,” Changbin beamed as he ran towards you. (I trolled you all kekeke)

“Oh hi Bin,” you waved at him, as he tackled you into a bear hug. This wasn't unusual in your relationship, the both of you being quite affectionate people. However, the hug was getting a little too long, even for a person like you.

“Ugh, let go. I can’t breathe,” you groaned, patting his back.

After he finally let go of you, you got to have a proper look at him. He definitely dressed up for the occasion. He sported a crisp white button-down (that outlined his toned biceps) tucked into black ripped jeans and topped off the look with his signature high-end cap. Overall, he looked pretty damn handsome. Suddenly, you felt a bit underdressed in your cardigan.

Changbin turned around to find you staring. “Whatcha looking at?” he smirked cheekily.

You immediately blushed and swatted him away, turning around to pretend you were looking at the movie options. It was a stupid move since you guys have already agreed on the movie, but Changbin was thoughtful enough not to call you out on your bullshit.

He must have sensed your discomfort though, because he leaned in and whispered in your ear, “you look really pretty today.”

You felt shivers run down your spine as he said that and felt a soft blush stain your cheeks. You pushed that thought out of your mind, focusing on securing a spot in the line so you could purchase your tickets.

Changbin looked amused at your antics but gracefully decided to drop it. Both of you approached the counter and asked for the tickets. You agreed on two back-row middle seats but argued for a while on who should pay.

“Stop being ridiculous Y/n, I'm taking you to the movies for your birthday so you're not gonna pay.”

“Oh come on, I can just pay for my own ticket,” you tried to protest but Changbin was already swiping his card on the terminal.

“No. I'm paying and that's final.”

You wanted to further object but decided to drop it at the unamused expression of the part-timer behind the counter. You didn't want to be kicked out after all and the annoyed whispers of the people behind you led you to simply drop it.

You reached the minibar and started to roam over the menu.

“Do you want to buy popcorn?” Changbin inquired, smiling at your apparent excitement.

“Of course. What's going to the movies without having popcorn?” you laughed as you stuck your hand in your pocket, struggling to pull out your wallet.

Changbin frowned at that, not liking that you wouldn't just let him pay so he put his hand over yours, halting your movements.

“Come on,” he whined, “just let me pay, ok? I invited you as a birthday present so the least I can do is actually pay for it.”

You groaned at that but finally agreed, albeit begrudgingly. Whiny Changbin was actually pretty cute.

Wait for what?

“Fine but I'm paying next time, ok?”

Changbin just shot you a wink and a sing-songy “maybe,” as he went up to the counter and ordered one extra-large popcorn and two medium sodas.

He pulled out his wallet and took out his credit card before swiping it over the terminal. Damn, why did guys always look ten times more attractive when paying by card? That must have been surely the mystery of the century. After grabbing the order, he pulled you in the direction of where your movie was being played.

“So, are you scared?” he teased.

“Oh shut up Bin! I'm sure it can't be that bad, right?”

“Well good thing you've got me to protect you,” he chortled.

“In your dreams.”

“Which seats do we have again?” you asked while climbing up the stairs.

“Twenty-seven and eight,” he read from the tickets.

You finally got to your seats, placing the popcorn on the floor for a moment before shuffling around to sit properly, lifting the popcorn from the floor, and placing the sodas in the cup holders on the armrests.

“Don't forget to turn off your phone,” you reminded Changbin while pulling out your own to not disturb anyone.

“Your right, thanks.”

The lights in the room slowly dimmed as all the ads started to run. After about ten minutes, you were feeling a little tired as you absentmindedly leaned your head on Changbin's shoulder. The boy was startled at first but cracked a smile at your zoned-out expression. When the movie started, he gave you a light nudge to get you to focus on the screen.

You whipped your head up in surprise, your cheeks heating up at you slip up as you quickly sat back, eyes directly on the movie. Changbin internally chuckled at your flustered state, redirecting his gaze at the screen too.

The movie was actually quite interesting, save for the occasional jumpscares that scared the shorts out of you. During one of the scenes, you could tell that the main character was walking straight into a trap and you really didn't want to witness it.

“Oh god, why is he going there?” you whined, “isn't it obvious that she's there and that she'll kill him.”

You couldn't stand it anymore, almost launching yourself onto Changbin's lap (while doing some gymnastics to get around the armrest in between you) as you pressed your head into his chest to drown out the movie completely.

“Why did I even agree to this in the first place?” you moaned, “I should have said no.”

Changbin had a hard time suppressing his chuckles at your adorableness. He'd never tell you this but he was actually glad whenever you snuggled up to him. At this rate, he was afraid though that the movie might be too much for you so he slightly nudged your shoulder.

“What?” you whispered, looking up at him with those big eyes. “Just that, you know - if it's too much, we can leave and go get ice cream or something,” he muttered, his palm going to brush some stray locks of your hair behind your ear.

You felt your heart skip a few beats at the gesture, choosing to snuggle back into his arm to avoid his intense gaze.

“I'm fine Bin, sorry for… sorry for acting like this. I should be fine now,” you smiled, moving away from him and sitting back in your seat. Embarrassment started to creep on you with how you just behaved. You hoped that Changbin didn't think you were too weird after this.

The rest of the movie went rather smoothly, none of the jump scares being nearly as frightening as the previous one. Changbin still did reach out to hold your hand whenever he sensed something even mildly alarming.

When the final credits rolled, the both of you started to pick up your stuff, heading out of the dim room while chatting about the movie.

“Look, I'm sorry for all that,” you started nervously, “but please don't tell anyone. I'd never live it down if they catch wind of it.”

He smirked at the display of you begging him like that but after seeing how worried you were, he decided to drop it.

“Don't worry N/n, I won't tell anybody. Besides, why would I share something as cute with the rest? This is now a thing between you and me only,” he smirked.

“Okok, that's enough,” you said firmly, not wanting to talk about it anymore, “let's go get something to eat.”

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You entered the cozy cafe and took a seat near the window in a quiet corner. You scanned the menu, getting a little too immersed in choosing what you want as you completely zoned out when the waiter came to take your order.

“N/n,” Changbin flicked your forehead lightly to bring you back to earth. “What do you want to order?” he asked, pointing to the waiting part-timer who was slowly losing his patience.

“Oh. sorry, I'll have the latte and a matcha pudding, please,” you murmured, hoping the boy heard you. Luckily, he did as he scribbled down your order and briskly walked away.

You sighed, hating yourself for spacing out like that and making a fool of yourself. You were zoning out all day and you didn't know why. Maybe it was because of the movie - you were quite scared after all, no point denying that but you had this underlining feeling.

After finishing your drinks, Changbin walked you to the bus stop (insisting it was late already, and you shouldn't walk alone) and thanked you for coming with him.

“Seriously. Bin, stop,” you chuckled, “why are you thanking me? I should be thanking you. It was lovely, I didn't realize I needed this but I actually really did. I had lots of fun, and I hope you too.”

“Of course I had fun N/n. As long as I'm with you, I’ll always have fun,” he patted your head with a wink, shooting you the finger guns as he walked away.

You were still laughing about it as you got on the bus, his corniness proving to be really funny as always. You realized you actually missed some of his stupid jokes, the momentary separation between you two suddenly seeming way pettier.

You softly hummed the melody of For You. Again. But you just couldn't help it, the song had such a calming effect on you. It was your go-to song when you were stressed, anxious, or overwhelmed with school. And hey, who knows? Maybe there really are blessings waiting for you.

Getting off the bus, you walked the short walk home and rummaged for your keys. After stepping in, you made your way to the bathroom. You jumped in the shower, feeling ready to wash off all the sweat and lather yourself in that coconut body lotion.

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On Monday morning, you walked into the school building, exhausted from just going up the few steps. You didn't get much sleep last night, opting for preparing for that chemistry exam even though it was on Thursday.

You see, chemistry was never exactly your forte. That's why you had mad respect for everybody that understood it, which was unironically about half of your friend group. Felix and Jisung were absolute chem and bio whizzes, making you wonder if they ate workbooks for breakfast. On top of that, Iris was also quite good which left only you, Mei, and sometimes Changbin to stick together

It was quite painful watching everyone understand the lecture and later not study at all, only for them to get a better grade than you, who had studied for three hours every day a week before the exam. You learned to suppress those feelings, not wanting to come off as rude, it wasn't their fault after all that you just couldn't beat those damn formulas into your head.

Chemistry today was especially hard, the teacher dividing you into pairs and handing you worksheets to complete with your partner.

You were paired up with Changbin, who usually fared better than you but today, he was none the wiser.

“God damn, I have no clue how to do this,” he cursed under his breath, scanning the handout with visible distaste.

You laughed at his antics, going through your backpack to find your notebook. “Neither do I but I think we should manage with the help of my notes.”

“Yeah, your notes are a literal lifesaver, thanks.”

You plopped the notebook on the desk, opening it and turning the pages to find the needed material.

With the help of your trusty notes, the two of you managed to complete the paper, even finishing before the bell rung and giving you some time to chat.

You left the classroom with a smile, feeling like you probably won't fail the next exam.

If you just put enough time into preparation, you could maybe even scrape an A. Today was Monday - that meant that you still had three days left to prepare. You studied for three hours yesterday, familiarizing yourself with the theoretical part of the topic. Now all that was left was to not forget it and go through the formulas to make sure you could build the proper equations.

Let's say you could cram in about two and a half hours of studying every day until Thursday. With that much dedication, you could likely do pretty well. While you were counting in your head and mentally planning out study sessions, Jisung ran up to you from behind and scared the shorts out of you.

“Wassup, N/n. Wanna hang out?” he put his arm around your shoulder and playfully nudged your side.

“No Jisung,” you threw his arm off, speeding in the direction of your locker, “sorry but not this week.”

When you saw his pouty face, you patted his hair and added, “the chemistry exam. I need to study as much as I can.”

“How come you didn't ask for help? I can tutor you if you want, I know how you despise chemistry.”

“Thanks for the offer, but I'll have to decline, Sung. I want to manage on my own.”

“I see,” he murmured, “that sounds a lot like you, actually,” he crinkled his nose and laughed. “See you tomorrow then.”

“Bye,” you waved at his retreating figure. Maybe you should have taken up on his offer. He was really good at chemistry, after all. You blinked, thinking about what would happen if you agreed, wouldn't do you any good. Plus, Jisung was a busy guy, he had a lot of things on his mind and you didn't want to bother him so it was better you declined.

You trudged your way home, entering your room and slamming the door shut. It was going to be a long day. Opening your notebook with a sigh, you started to go over the stuff for the n-th time. Oh, how you wished you were good at science. The stuff just didn't come easily to you and you had no idea why. You tried everything! All the methods there were but you could just never figure it out until you studied for hours. Maybe that's what you needed to do? Just suck it up and study some more.

You were about to just do that but the sudden clang made you put down your notes for a second. And then you heard it. The beginnings of a loud argument that brewed between your parents almost every day. They always fought over the pettiest things like who put the dishes in the wrong place in the dishwasher? Who left their cup on the table? Where was the remote?

Whenever you heard someone raise their voice, you could feel your thoughts spiral down the deep end. It was like this trigger that sent your thoughts to this dark place. Blocking out the noise, you picked up your notebook and tried to concentrate on studying as to distract yourself. That's something you really needed at the moment.

At ten pm, you decided you had enough. Standing up to stretch your sore limbs, you threw on a pair of leggings and a t-shirt, not even bothering to brush your teeth as you made a dive for your bed.

It was a dreamless night.

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The next morning, you practically moved on autopilot. Pulling on your clothes and shoving breakfast down your throat, you left the house without even bidding your parents goodbye. You ran to the bus stop and pulled out your headphones to listen to some music.

“Yeah I know, we know If it's you, you can do it, ayy Don't give up, oh no You persevered up until now What's the worry? Believe in yourself”

That helped a lot. It calmed your racing heart and gave you hope. You struggled with some pretty harsh thoughts and just bottled it up because you didn't feel like you had anyone to talk to. Listening to their songs provided at least a little comfort and let you somehow channel this stuff out of your system.

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The day at school was pretty uneventful, you were only assigned an English essay and a few math equations. Nothing you couldn't handle.

It must have shown that you didn't sleep too well, many of your friends asking if you were okay at the sight of the black circles under your eyes. You bit back a sob and tried to patiently assure them with a fake smile that everything was indeed okay. That you just binged a Netflix show till four am and were tired.

They all bought it.

Except for Jisung.

He watched you like a hawk for the entire day, being extra kind and doing little things for you here and there to better your mood. You appreciated his efforts, you really did but no amount of candies and encouraging little notes would make you forget the upcoming exam as well as the stress piling up on your shoulders.

After class, you skipped lunch and went straight to your locker so you could leave as soon as possible without anyone noticing you.

“Oh hey, Y/n. Wanna grab lunch together?” Changbin smiled at you before bending down to tie his shoelaces.

Shoot. You completely forgot that Changbin didn't have lunch in the canteen on Tuesdays. You racked your brain for possible excuses, before eventually settling on the lamest one.

“Sorry, I have to study for chem. I'll probably just get something to go near my place.”

With an apologetic expression, you backed out of the hall, and almost ran to the exit with a quiet “bye” thrown in the confused boy's direction.

You ran down the cobblestone path, ignoring the grumbling of your stomach. When you told Changbin you'd get something near your place, you were lying. You figured there wasn't time to spare and you planned to invest every second possible into preparing for the exam. You knew it was wrong, to skip meals and lock yourself in your room for hours but you didn't know any better. Every time, you told yourself it was the last time you'd pull a stunt like that but as they say...old habits die hard.

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