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nightmaremp · 2 months

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Weremayhem: Song of Beasts. Ch 9: Bridge over Troubled Water

The band arrived at Zedd’s studio. They set their things up in the studio and wait for their drummer to come. Lewis looks nervous as he waits to see or hear Animal but nothing. The flowers on his antlers turn to a dark red to show him sad. The band was playing but it sounded so sad.

“They look so sad,” said Sofia n next to Zedd.

“Think you could help?” asked Zedd.

“Yeah, I mean, anything for Lips,” she replied. “He was our manny, growing up,” Ms. Carson added.

“Okay, why not figure this out?” she asked. ‘Yeah, ' replied Zedd as he got up. They turn to Moog and Lewis.

“Hey, can you hit this record button here?” asked Zedd to Moog. The black haired male stands in silence before Lewis elbow him in the stomach to get him to speak. “Yes,” said Moog with a huge smile on his face. The two left and shut the door. “Yeah, I can do that,” he added. Lewis shakes his head.”Oh boy” he thought to himself.

The two walk into the recording area where the band are. “I’m sorry guys, I know you’re singing it, but I’m just not feeling it.” said Zedd in a sad tone.

“Well, would you be so kind as to oblige us with an exemplificational flavor of what feels a missing’?” asked Dr. Teeth.

“Look, the thing I’ve loved about you guys is your energy,” Sofia Carson replied. “It’s electric. I feel like you just need to loosen things up a bit” she added.

“Well, please show us the way, Sofia Carson” replied the good doctor.

“Why don’t we take it from the top, yeah?” Ms. Carson asked. Everyone agrees and begins playing. Sofia Carson sings the song called ‘Making Mayhem” After they finished, a big smile was on Zedd’s face. “Now, that’s a hit song,” he said.

“Too true. Too true. That was beautiful” replied Teeth with a smile. “Just not a hit song for us” he added, his tone was a bit sad.

“Especially without Animal” added Floyd.

“Like, we’re just not the Mayhem without our heartbeat” Janice said.

“Hey guys, how about we give the song to Zedd and…” Lips said before his mumbles become untellable.

“Profound idea, Lips” the ginger haired male replied with a big smile as he looked at the trumpet player. He turned back to the two. “We hereby relinquish this hit song to our nearest and dearest duo, Zedd and Sofia” he said.

“What?” replied Sofia in shock. “No, no, guys, we can’t take your song.” she said.

“No, you don’t have to. It’s already yours.” replied Floyd Pepper.

“No take backsies!” added Janice. Sofia holds a hand over her heart. “Thank you,” she replied. Zedd turns around and looks at Moog and Lewis. “Hey, thanks for the help, Moog.” he said.

Moog presses the button. “Zedd knows my name,” he said while chucking with joy. Lewis rolls his eyes. “Great. We lost our only song for the album. Nora will be pissed off” the ginger hair boy thought to himself.

“That he does, Marge, that he does” replied Zoot.

Meanwhile with Animal, he was still in the office. “You are making me look bad,” said the man who tried to get the drummer a job but failed each time.

“We are running out of options, but you know what I’m about to save you, because I think I got the one.” he added as he rubbed his eyes. “Are you ready for this?” he asked the wild man.

Animal nods his head. “Come here,” the black haired male said. “Have you ever thought about a job as a drummer in a rock band?” he asked. Animal was quiet for a second before he freaked out. “No then!” replied the man.

“Animal! Animal! Pivoting!” he yelled. The drummer stops. “What about a excellenting career in the food service industry?” he asked the wild man. “Yeah, okay” replied Animal. The wild man got the job as a chief, cooking food on a hot plate in front of guests. He was amazing.

Back outside of Zedd’s studio, Nora arrived. She throws her blanket back into her car as the band walks out. “Hey, hi, sorry I’m late” said Nora.

“You, Thunderdome, today was amazing” replied Moog. “The band invited me to the studio. Zedd let me work the board” he added. “I mean it was just one button but still..” the black haired male said. “Also, real quick, are you living in your car?” he asked.

The black haired female scoffs. “No, I’m not living in my car. I slept on the floor in my office.” she replied. “Whatever, though. All that matters is, there’s a new hit song.” Nora added with a big smile on her face.

“There sure is,” replied the doc. “Yes,” replied Nora. “And we gave it to Zedd,” he added. “No,” she replied in disbelief.

“Yeah, we had to,” replied Floyd. “Song just didn’t feel like us,” the red haired male added. Nora looks so disappointed.

They get into the mayhem’s van and drive down the street as they listen to “Making Mayhem.”

“Yeah, smooth” said Floyd as he looked at Teeth. Nora rolls her eyes as the band moves around while listening. Lewis was too busy with Annie who wouldn’t stop biting his alligator tail. “Quit it” he hissed but his little sister bit down harder.

“Doesn’t feel like you guys, huh?” asked Nora. “Told you” replied Floyd.

“It’s literally called Making Mayhem,” she replied. “You gave them a song about you for free.” the black haired female added.

“What’s the problem?” asked the red haired male. “You can’t really own a song, Label Lady,” he added.

“Yeah, it’s like land or books or ponchos.” added Janice. “You can own all of those things,” replied the Label lady.

“Well, the good news is it all worked out for Zedd and Sofia,” said Teeth.

“Yes, I’m so happy that a mega-superstar that has tons of hits got one more.” Nora replied.

“Well said.” replied Floyd Pepper. “Once Animal returns, we’ll make our beautiful music again” added the blonde female.

“That is right, Janice” replied the red haired male as he let out a chuckle. “Animal always come home,” he added. She agrees. Floyd turns to the doc. “Ain’t that right, Teeth?” he asked their band leader.

Teeth didn’t make eye contact with the red haired male. He started whimpering softly like a puppy at a vet. “Teeth?” asked Floyd in a confused tone. The doc suddenly starts crying a waterfall. “Oh no, he’s crying” said Nora in a bit of a worried tone.

“I don’t think Animal’s coming back!” Dr. Teeth said in tears. Lewis and Annie look at their father, worried about him crying. “Wait, why is he crying?” asked the black haired female.

“What’d you say?” asked Floyd Pepper.

“I don’t think Animal’s coming back!” snapped Teeth through his tears.

“What do you mean, “Not coming back?” You said he’s come back!” replied the red haired male in shock.

“Animal’s gone away. Where’s he gone?” replied the ginger haired male in a flood of his own tears. “Animal’s never come ... .Why isn’t he coming back?” he continued. Lewis and Annie look really worried for their dad having a breakdown like this. Teeth put his face in his hand.

“Eyes on the road!” yelled Floyd.

Horn honking filled the air for a few seconds as Teeth got his eyes back on the road.

“Why don’t you think he’ll come back?” asked Floyd as tears started to fall from his eyes. “And why? Why, Teeth?” he asked. Everyone starts crying, even Lewis and Annie. Nora tries to comfort Janice as the blonde female lays her head on her shoulder.

“Okay, listen, there has to be a reasonable explanation. Okay?” said Nora. “Maybe Animal’s lost” she added.

“Like, maybe he’s hurt,” replied Janice.

“Maybe he’s in jail” replied Floyd.

“Maybe he’s dead!” replied Lips.

“This is all my fault.” said Floyd through his tears. “I never lost my little buddy, not once! Not even when he was a baby.” he added.

“You’ve taken care of Animal since he was a baby?” asked the black haired female in shock.

“I’ve always been responsible for Animal. Always.” he replied with tears running down his cheek. “Which means, now I’m responsible for this.” he realized in sadness. Everyone continues to cry.

“Okay, everyone, stop crying. Okay, look. Let’s just think rationally here.” said Nora. “Where would Animal go?” she asked as the van stopped at a red light. They noticed a huge billboard over a restaurant. Zoot looked out of the sun roof of the van in shock. The billboard had Animal on it next to a chief. “Hey, it’s Animal, and he grew!” said Zoot.

Inside the restaurant, Animal was flipping some shrimps on a huge hot plate. The guests were both amazed and happy. The band walked up to the door and looked through the window. Their hearts break as they see their drummer happy without them.

“Guess I was wrong” Dr. Teeth said in sadness. “Animal really isn’t coming home,” he added.

“For sure,” replied Janice.

“I guess we gotta let him go to his new true love,” said Floyd. “Hibachi,” he added. “Bless you” replied Zoot, thinking it was a sneeze.

“No. Guys, wait. Animal can’t be a teppanyaki chef, okay?” replied Nora. “You guys said he’s the heartbeat of the band.” she added.

“It’s like Benny himself once said, “If you love someone, set them free.” replied Janice.

“Who’s Benny?” the black haired female asked. “You know, Benny Hana,” replied the blonde female.

“Oh, no, wait, he said, “Kids eat free.” she added. Everyone agrees.

“You know what? How can Animal just leave without saying a word?” asked Floyd. “That just…It cuts deep, man” he added with the whine of a wolf.

“I mean” he started but stopped. “He owes all of us more than that, don’t you think?” the red haired male said.

“Look, the last thing you wanna do is turn your back on someone you love just cause they hurt you.” replied Nora. “I have a sister. I know how it is” she added.

“Sometimes, family lets you down.” said the black haired female. Teeth look down, that sentence strikes deep in him. He did turn his back on his family, his little brother had been hurt by him because of his choices. A tear ran down his cheek. Lewis looked up at his father worried.

“Trust me. Go talk to him.” said Nora. “Talk?” asked Floyd. He shakes his head.

“No, I’m no good with words.” the red haired male replied.

“I get the feeling you’ll know just what to do.” she replied. Floyd walks over to Animal after some people leave.

“Hey, Animal!” he said to get the drummer’s attention. The wild man turns his head a bit and sees Floyd but doesn't look him in the eyes. The red haired male can tell he is hurt and upset at him. “Come on, don’t be like that,” said Floyd Pepper.

“Look, I don’t know what’s going on or why you split,” he said. “No need” replied Animal in a cold tone. “No need?” asked Floyd confused.

“What are you talking about?” asked the red haired male. “No need Animal” replied the drummer as he mocks their laughs. “Wait, wait, wait” said Floyd Pepper as he realized the problem.

“Oh, look, you thought that we were saying that we didn’t need you?” he said. “No way, man. You know, I mean…” the red haired male tried to find the right words.

“Look, we’d never…not…” he struggles with what he is trying to say. Animal shakes his head. “When we said that…” he stopped. He felt hopeless of getting Animal, the drummer of their band, his son back.

The red haired male looks over to the band. “Oh man, I don’t know what to say.” Floyd said. “You got this,” replied Teeth.

He nodded his head then he got an idea. Floyd Pepper turns to the wild man. “Hey, Animal” he said. “I may be bad with words but…” he stops before he starts to sing “Bridge over troubled water”

Animal’s eyes got wide, he knew this song. “Remember this one?” Floyd asked before continuing. The drummer turned to Floyd. “Baby song” he said.

“That’s right,” Floyd chuckles. He kept singing. “Baby song,” Animal said again. Everyone joins in. The drummer took off the chief hat and started crying. He runs over to them and they give him a big group hug.

“You were right, Doc. Animal always comes home.” said Nora. “Sometimes, home has to come to Animal” he replied.

When they got back to the Shack, Animal was asleep in his hammock. Floyd walked over to his case for his instrument and opened it. A picture of a baby Animal was inside with a note that said “Keep” on it. Floyd looks over to the sleeping drummer.

A flashback, there was a knock on the door. The red haired male opens it and looks around then down. “Hello?” he asked. A baby Animal, well, a puppy Animal was in a cage with the note on it. “What the?” he asked himself as he took the werenewfoundland pup out of his cage. “Well, look at you,” he said. The puppy looked at him like a chew toy.

“Het there, little fella. I’m Floyd” said Floyd with a soft smile. Animal tried to bite him but missed. “Nice try, little animal. Come on. Let’s go rock.” he said as he took the puppy inside his home. The two laugh as the flashback ends for Floyd.

There was a knock on the door of the Shack. Floyd went down and opened it. He saw Nora sitting on the ground with her things next to her. She turns and looks at Floyd. “Hi. So, it’s looking like I don’t…” she started to say but got choked up. “Maybe I could…” the black haired female tried to say.

Animal walked next to the red haired male. “Keep” he said. Floyd Pepper looks at Animal then Nora. He nods his head.

Meanwhile with Lewis, He was getting put to bed by Teeth. Annie was sleeping with Lips and Zoot who were sharing a bed with Teeth. “Goodnight, dad” said Lewis with a yawn as he curled up with his plush blue cat that Lips got him when he was three years old.

“Goodnight, son” his dad said before pulling a soft kiss on his forehead and head to the door. “Hey dad?” asked the ginger haired boy. “Yes?” replied the doc.

“I love you,” his son replied. The good doctor smiles. “I love you too,” he replied before shutting the door.

#weremayhemau #the muppets #dr teeth and the electric mayhem #dr teeth #zoot muppet #lips muppet #muppet mayhem #floyd pepper #animal muppet #janice muppets #moog muppet mayhem #nora singh #lewis teeth #annie teeth

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scratchandplaster · 2 months

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FEBUWHUMP DAY 18 - Too weak to move

CW: panic attack, bad caretaker, threats of recapture

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Lukas' knees were shaking with every outraged breath. No. No! This wasn't happening, Ben would knock on the door any minute.

His hands slapped against his face over and over until the numbness under his skin made space for pain. Good, he could focus better this way.

"My fault, that's my fault. I'm such a goddamn idiot!"

"You don't know if anything bad happened. He probably had the night of his life, I saw him leave with some ginger," Lukas' roommate was gesturing and smiling reassuringly, "Huge ass on that one. Huge!"

"Shut the fuck up, Avery! How is this helping?"

Luke's hands wandered down his thighs, rubbing up and down the knees in a soothing pattern. He needed to calm down, he needed to think-

Avery's babble was no meaningful support. Just as useless as himself, god, why was he so against giving Ben a phone? No phone. No phone! Shepard couldn't track him, not that he knew how smartphones worked. Did he? Whatever, nobody understood, nobody saw Shepard for who he really was.

Luke did, though, he witnessed every sin. Ben was a gentle soul, he wasn't able to suffer their father's wrath alone.

"I have to go - or he will find me."

Lukas had to stop his self-loathing to pack his bags, throw a few shirts and a toothbrush together and get going. He did so before and if none of his friends were ready to help, he needed to pull through on his own. One of said friends desperately tried to made sense of the chaos: "Ben is such a sweet guy, he would never rat you out."

"My f-" Luke swallowed hard to get the letters down his throat and hopefully out of his mind, "he has his methods."

Shepard was on his way, Lukas felt it in every twitching fiber of his being. The next guest wouldn't be Ben.

"Call the police, then."

"It's not that easy! God, where's my fucking backpack?!"

Neither Reuben nor Lukas were registered in any system they would be missed by, so how were they supposed to report a missing person if nobody of interest had been lost? Lukas was isolated and helpless, just like Shepard wanted. Contacting the local authorities would backfire horribly, any officer would simply hand-deliver him to his father to save on the paperwork.

"I'll do it." Avery suddenly held his shoulders tight and made Luke flinch back, „Hey! I like the little freak too, ok? But I'm not letting you disappear into the night like this."

Quick to swat a helping hand away, Lukas once again tried to make his heavy knees stand straight, grappling with keeping himself steady. There was no time for this!

"We, uhm, take a quick trip to Heaven's Gate and if Ben is really there...we'll just steal him right back."

Nobody would ever tell him what to do anymore, not even Avery, not even if it was in his best interest. Lukas was free now, he had a life, he-

He hadn't noticed how the familiar numbness had spread throughout his body again, and with it the weight on his chest: "I can't go back, they're gonna- I can't!"

"Calm down, you sound like a maniac."

"I shouldn't have left him alone, I have to- I'm so fucking stupid."

Avery was talking insistently near him, still sounding far away, as if Lukas was submerged in a cold puddle.

He needed to-

He had to-

Biting his quivering lip until he tasted blood, Luke clutched his fists to his chest where he wanted to hold his brother close.

As always, his actions had only carried misery into their lives.

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Thanks for reading 🤍 [Febuwhump 2024 Masterlist]

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#whump #whumpblr #creative writing #whump community #whump drabble #febuwhump #febuwhump2024 #febuwhumpday18 #panic attack #bad caretaker #threats of recapture #nervous breakdown #self blame #guilt

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breakfastteatime · 2 years

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What do you think of the fanfics where Cal is Obi Wan's secret son?

Of course Cal doesn't know anything.

I know it's not a theory but just something fans write for fun but I admit I find it nice.

Regardless, I'd like to find out about Cal's life before the Jedi order.

Short answer: I do read them because I love and adore Obi-Wan, HOWEVER I have no intention of ever writing one.

The only AU I may ever actually write is Cere being the Seeker who found baby Cal because REASONS. Long answer: I like it as an AU fanfic concept but I very much do not want this to be the case in canon.

I really want Fallen Order to have minimal interactions with the rest of SW canon. One of the things I love about the game is, outside a couple of well-placed moments, it stands completely alone and makes the SW universe feel big again after the shitshow that was the sequel trilogy. I love that Cal and Cere are just these random Jedi who have no connection to the freaking Skywalker vs Palpatine saga and all the other characters messed up in that. And yes, I'm INCLUDING Vader because Cal and Cere have no clue who he is. He's just a terrifying Sith to them, not Anakin Skywalker.

I always think Star Wars could take a page from Star Trek's book here. We know all the Trek characters (barring the recent films) exist in the same universe, yet we don't need to see them all interacting or learn they're all related to feel connected. Fallen Order does this beautifully and I hope they keep it up in Survivor.

AND YET -

The idea of Obi-Wan being Cal's father is nice! (Although I do wonder if people go 'hey, they're both ginger. THAT MUST MEAN THEY ARE FATHER AND SON!' As the only actual red-headed member of my family, this irritates me because I spent most of my childhood being asked if I was adopted 🙃).

I definitely prefer stories where Obi-Wan's his dad and yet they NEVER MEET AGAIN after Cal is born because the minute you throw Obi-Wan Kenobi into the mix it absolutely takes away from Cal's relationship with Cere which is far more interesting to me.

I too am curious about Cal's pre-Jedi Order life, and if I were to ever write that AU a story set that early, Obi-Wan wouldn't be involved.

Thanks for the Ask, anon!

(Wanna chat JFO headcanons? Drop me an Ask!)

(Wanna risk finding out my Thoughts™️on other Star Wars media? Drop me an Ask!)

#star wars jedi: fallen order #cal kestis #obi wan kenobi #answered ask

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lucky-clover-gazette · 1 year

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For your vidow requests please write something wholesome (I don’t care what it is, just something fluffy) I have been at home very sick for like a week I’m so bored I need to read something lmao thank you so much goodbye

committing to the bit

fluff | vio x shadow | 808 words

in which shadow is sick for the first time in his life, and vio sucks at social distancing

read it on ao3 or under the cut:

“I’m dying,” Shadow groans from their stolen couch in the den. He’s spread out in every direction, feverish and uncharacteristically warm, hugging a throw pillow to his chest like it’s his final tether to the material world. “Vio,” he calls towards the kitchen, “these are my last words. You’re missing my last words.”

Vio rolls his eyes and removes the kettle from the stove, pouring the hot water into Shadow’s favorite mug. He scoops loose lemon ginger tea into an infuser, which he then dunks into the mug, and carries the beverage dutifully into the den.

Shadow looks at him with wide eyes. “You’re my hero.”

“Shut up,” Vio says, placing the mug down on a coaster and gently shoving Shadow so he can fit on the couch beside him. He’s as limp as a ragdoll, which freaks Vio out more than he’d like to admit—and he won’t admit it, not even a little bit, because his pretend-chill is the only thing keeping Shadow from believing he’s about to meet the Goddess Hylia herself the next time he sneezes.

Shadow stares him down with those pathetic puppy-dog eyes, and Vio knows immediately that distance isn’t an option. He sighs and opens his arms.

“I don’t want to get you sick,” Shadow protests, although he’s already shifting in Vio’s direction.

“It’s okay. Come here.”

Illness is a foreign concept to Shadow, who told Vio earlier that day that he had never been vulnerable to such conditions in his previous dark form. And Vio only possesses one-fourth of the Hero’s immune system, meaning whatever Shadow has, he’s bound to also catch eventually. At least if they’re both sick, they can deal with it together.

Shadow hums as he presses himself up against Vio’s chest, the smallest hint of a smile on his face. “My head hurts,” he says, trying to burrow into Vio’s soft purple sweater. Vio cups Shadow’s cheek and guides him to meet his eyes. He certainly looks unwell, especially up close, and Vio can feel the clamminess of Shadow’s hand as he grips it.

“Do you think you can drink some of the tea?” Vio asks, brushing Shadow’s hair out of his face.

“Don’t want to move. Comfy here.”

Vio appreciates his honesty. He slides his hand out of Shadow’s and reaches towards the coffee table, leaving the other to rub soothing circles onto his back. He’s glad he only filled the mug only three-fourths of the way as he carefully brings it to Shadow’s lips.

“Lemon ginger,” Shadow says with instant recognition. “You’re so smart.”

“You taught me everything I know—about tea, I mean. I know a lot of other things from books.”

“Always so humble,” Shadow teases before taking a long final sip. “Okay, yeah, that’s good. Thanks.”

“Still feel like you’re dying?”

Shadow pulls Vio down by the back of his neck, bonking their foreheads together. “I’ve already died in your arms once, Vio, I don’t intend to do it again.”

“Drama queen,” Vio says, flicking Shadow’s forehead.

“Nerd,” Shadow fires back, sticking out his tongue.

And there’s no way Vio is walking out of this interaction illness-free, so he might as well enjoy himself while still in good health. He’s sure he’ll be a nightmare for Shadow to deal with when it’s his turn to be sick—in fact, he almost looks forward to it.

“I love you,” he tells Shadow, and it’s a phrase he thinks he’ll never get tired of saying. “You do know you’re going to be okay, right? This is all very normal for a Hylian.”

Shadow manages the tiniest of grins. “I know. People get sick in the Dark World, too, dummy. I just like having your full attention.”

Vio’s eyes widen as the truth sinks in. “But you told me that—”

“I mean, I am sick. My head hurts like crazy. But I know I’m not dying, and I’ve been ill before. Never had a loving boyfriend to take care of me, though, so can you really blame me for committing to the bit?”

Of course Vio doesn’t blame him—the majority of the things they’ve done together could be described as committing to the bit.

“I love you, too,” Shadow adds, a tinge of insecurity in his voice. “And you can’t be mad at me, because… I’m sick.” He adds a little cough for good measure, just daring Vio to question its legitimacy.

Vio shakes his head and smiles, giving Shadow a chaste peck on the forehead. It’s the safer option, after all, and Vio is all about safety—but then again, he’s also about Shadow, and maybe that’s why he always finds himself in positions like this.

He just can’t resist a good bit.

Vio kisses Shadow and Shadow kisses him back, the taste of lemon and ginger still lingering on his lips.

#thank you for the request feel better soon!#vidow #vio x shadow #four swords #fs #my writing

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pureimaginefic · 3 months

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"You sure about this?" Vicki asked as she and Sasha walked down the street.

"Yeah, if I don't do it now, I'll never do it" Sasha said to her.

They approached Brian's driveway where he and Nick were engaged in a basketball game with Jason.

"Hey, there's my girl" Brian said to Vicki as they kissed.

"Hey" Nick said happily to Sasha "You okay?" he asked.

"Uh not really...we need to talk" Sasha said to him "In private" Sasha said to him.

"What's up?" Nick asked.

"You can use the garage if you want" Brian said to them.

"Come on" Sasha said leading Nick towards the garage, he passed the ball over to Jason.

"What's going on?" Jason asked.

"Nothing you need to be worried about" Vicki said to him "You know Em's been looking for you all day" she said to him.

"Big surprise" Jason said.

"She's pissed" Vicki said to him.

"What else is new?" Jason asked.

"She had a milkshake" Vicki said to him.

"Oh no" Jason said fearfully "I got to go" he said throwing the ball down and running away.

Brian and Vicki watched Nick and Sasha from the driveway, they saw his face gloss over with confusion and dread.

"I don't...I... help me out here" Nick said to Sasha.

"I know, I know it's...insane...but it's true...we're going to have a baby" Sasha said.

"oh God" Nick groaned, hiding his face in his hands. "well what do we do? I mean...what do we do?" he asked nervously "I mean we can get this taken care of right?"

"Are you asking me what I think you are?" Sasha asked in disbelief.

"Sash come on..." she looked at him with disbelief and anger before stalking of "Sasha, Sash!"

"What did you say to her?" Vicki asked.

"Nothing...I..." he said as she went after Sasha.

"Sash!" Vicki called after her.

~*~

"I am seriously trying so hard not to beat you right now" Brian said as he and Nick sat in his bedroom.

"Well come on! What if it were Vicki? What if she just showed up one day and told you she was pregnant?" Nick asked.

"I would handle it a hell of a lot better than that!" Brian said to him.

"Oh you would not" Nick said.

"Okay fine, you're right if it were me, I would be just as dumbfounded as you are but I still wouldn't say something like that to her!" Brian said to him.

"What have I done?" he asked "What did I just do? I may have just driven her away for good" Nick groaned.

"You got to talk to her" Brian said.

"I know...this is crazy...I can't be a parent...look at mine! they're not exactly the best examples" Nick said.

"Got that right" Brian said under his breath.

"Gee thanks" Nick said irritated.

"Sorry, you know what I mean" Brian said to him.

"You know I don't know how the other guys are handling this" Nick said.

"They were freaked out at first too" Brian said.

"I know but now they're totally cool with it! How?!" Nick asked.

"I don't know maybe they just accepted that it's reality...which is what you need to do" Brian said to him.

"What do I do? how do I fix this? Do I ask her to marry me?" Nick asked puzzled.

"It wouldn't hurt, but AJ tried that with Miss and it didn't go so well" Brian said.

"I have to fix this, I'm not going to lose her, and I'm sure as hell not going to run out on my kid" Nick said standing up.

"Don't tell me" Brian said.

"Right, I'm going to go find her" Nick said as he left the room.

~*~

"Here" Vicki said handing Sasha a glass of ginger ale.

"Thanks" Sasha said taking it from her and taking a sip.

"You okay?" Vicki asked concerned.

"I don't know; my head is spinning" Sasha said to her "I just...don't want to think anymore" she said.

"Sash? Sash!" Nick yelled jogging up Vicki's driveway and coming into the backyard.

"I don't want to talk to you" Sasha said to him.

"Sash, please, hear me out" Nick said pleading to her.

"I'll be inside" Vicki said getting up from the swing and going back into the house.

"If you don't want to be part of this baby's life that's fine, just say so, you won't have to do anything" Sasha said to him.

"Sash, please just listen to me" he said "I am so sorry about what I said earlier, I was just...I was freaked out" he said sadly.

"And I'm not?!" she asked "I'm the one who's going to be pregnant remember? I'm the one carrying the baby, I'm the one who's going to give birth, so tell me who has more of a right to be freaked out? Me or you?!" she asked.

"I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry" he said kneeling in front of her "I can't believe I said that to you, I didn't mean it, you have to believe that" he said to her. "I love you, I've been in love with you since I was ten, if I lost you...I don't know what'd I do without you."

"You're not going to lose me, as long as you accept that this is our life now, you, me...and our baby" he took her hand and squeezed it tightly.

"That's all I want" he said as they hugged tightly.

"And uh...I'd stay away from my house for a while" she said.

"Your dad wants to kill me huh?" he asked.

"And my brothers...and my mom..." she said to him.

"Yeah I can only imagine what my parents are going to say" he said to her.

"Do we have to tell them?" she asked "Because I really don't think they'd notice if we didn't" she said to him.

"It's worth a shot" he said to her.- Pomp & Circumstance ch.19

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The Greatest Show: Noah's Ark Circus

PandoraButler

Summary:

Vincent Phantomhive decides to round up a collection of mistreated misfits and form a show; the greatest show.

Notes:

This is heavily inspired by the movie: The Greatest Showman. Since, like the nerd I am, I couldn't watch that movie without thinking of Book of Circus. So, now we're here. Enjoy. (or hate)

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter 1

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Vincent sat at his makeshift desk staring at the long line of individuals. His advertisements in the paper, and the posters he'd hung around town, had worked! People of all sorts had come to his (recently purchased) building! His dream was bearing fruit. In no time at all he'd be selling tickets and creating a place for the misfits. Most importantly: he'd be making money.

"So, what do you do?" Vincent asked.

"I can juggle and do slight of hand tricks," the ginger with an artificial limb replied.

"Magic? Great!" Vincent smiled and pointed to his partner in crime, Angelina, for her to write him on the 'ok' list. The next individual walked up to the desk.

"I can tame animals," the woman said.

"But can you tame tigers?" Vincent asked.

"I can tame anything," she replied, "I have a way with cats especially."

"Fantastic!" he pointed to Angelina again and the next individual walked up.

"I, uh, I can sing?" this person's hair was a bright shade of red and incredibly long. Vincent hadn't seen another person with hair like Angelina's before. He smiled. The male before him blushed and looked at the ground. He scratched his arm nervously.

Vincent stood up and grabbed his hands, "Would you hate to wear dresses? I don't think there is an outfit under the sun that would do you justice if it didn't at least have a skirt. You're too beautiful for pants! Ah, but, please don't be offended by my asking..."

"No offense taken, I'd actually prefer that," he smiled to reveal his abnormally sharp teeth. Vincent smiled back and, once again, pointed to Angelina. The woman shook her head but added him to the list. She always knew Vincent was crazy, but now he just seemed insane.

Vincent continued to converse with the people waiting in his long line. He didn't seem to turn many of them away. He had so many performers to advertise now! So many ideas burst through his head! The only problem he had now was getting it all to work smoothly. His new crew followed his every order to get his (recently bought) ex-museum fixed up and turned into a place for show business. No act was a bad act! No individual too weird or too abnormal! Everyone was welcome. And then, the night of their first show came to be.

"Places everyone!" Vincent clapped his hands and gave out orders. This was their first night! It had to be perfect! "Wendy and Peter, be careful out there! Black and Suit, if you two get into a fight, I'm finishing it! Doll and Smile, you're looking fantastic! Dagger, I know you're tempted, but please don't throw knives at Black again." Vincent tried his best to calm everyone's nerves but he knew that they'd be freaking out until their first performance was over. Vincent stopped walking when he reached Grell. He paused and kissed Grell's hand, "I don't care what anyone tells you, you're the most beautiful creature anyone will ever meet, Madame Red." Grell smiled in response.

Vincent grabbed his cane and top hat and left to greet the crowd. The people silenced and watched. They didn't know what to expect but they certainly couldn't have expected what they were about to see.

"Welcome one, welcome all, I'm about to show you the greatest show you've ever seen!" He bowed to the crowd and outstretched his hand to the people entering the ring one by one. Each act gave a glimpse of what they'd do later. Vincent introduced them and the show continued. The crowd laughed when they needed to, cried when the needed to, and were shocked when they needed to be. Everything was just as Vincent had planned it; however, he sensed it would not remain that way for long.

The next morning Angelina walked into his office and slammed a newspaper down on his desk, "What are you going to do about this?" she asked. There was an article written by a famous critic: Diedrich. It was not in favor of Vincent's new business, to say the least.

"'The last time a group of animals came together like this, God flooded Earth. Nothing good can come of Vincent Phantomhive's circus.'" Vincent read aloud. He laughed, it wasn't a bad name for his new venture. "Post an ad saying 'half off ticket prices to anyone who brings this paper in.' Oh, and, get Joker to paint 'Noah's Ark Circus' on the side of the building. I quite like the sound of it, don't you?" Angelina shook her head in disbelief. Was Vincent an idiot? Or was he actually just insane? No one would ever know.

Vincent examined the rest of the paper when Angelina left. He jumped up, grabbed his coat, and left. He ran to the bar mentioned in a different article. There was a famous male opera singer there that had retired due to an accident. Vincent wasn't about to let that go to waste. Maybe some class would lead the ridiculous rich people to stop messing with his plans. No, probably not, because he'd ruin this singer's image for the good of his cause.

When Vincent arrived, it didn't take him long to realize which one was the retired singer. There was only one person with a hideous scar across their face. Vincent grinned and sat next to him, since no one else would, and bought him a drink.

"If you've come to laugh at me, like the rest of 'em, I'd prefer if you cut to the chase and left me alone," the ex-singer said without making eye contact. He accepted the drink but refused to acknowledge Vincent's existence.

"My name is Vincent Phantomhive," he said, "I'm here to recruit you!"

"I've heard about you, and I'm not interested in being one of your showpieces. I'm not a singer anymore. I don't plan to be one in the future. There isn't going to be anything productive about having me participate in your little show."

"I beg to differ," Vincent replied. "There is nothing productive about you sitting here and drinking your life away. Why not perform for me? It couldn't hurt anything. You'd be doing something you love and getting back on stage. What is so wrong with that?"

"In case you haven't noticed, I don't exactly fit the part of a singer anymore," he looked towards Vincent so that his scar was fully visible to him. His yellow-green eyes glowed with a twinge of rage. Vincent wasn't the least bit put off by his appearance. In fact, he found it oddly satisfying.

"Looks have nothing to do with your talent," Vincent smiled. "If you're so ashamed of the way you look, and I do think you look quite handsome, we can fix that by making you look far worse!" Vincent ran his hand through the ex-singer's hair so that his fringe fell in front of his face. There was an aura of mystery about him now, since only half of his scar was visible. The man laughed at Vincent.

"You certainly have a weird way of thinking," he said. "Have you even heard me sing?"

"I don't need to hear you sing, the rest of the world already knows how good you are. Besides, I already have a good singer. If you're singing and appearance is terrible, Madame Red will just appear to be that much better. It works either way, don't you think?" Vincent smiled. "So, what do you say? Will you join me?"

"Fine, I'll join you."

"I look forward to your performance, Undertaker."

"Undertaker?"

"There are only a few things that disgust or mystify people: death and the unknown," Vincent explained. "I can't think of a better name for you, an individual that both disgusts and mystifies."

Diedrich, the critic, only continued to write bad reviews of the Noah's Arc Circus, and yet, his reviews only brought more and more individuals to see the show. Some crowds were good, while other crowds were bad, but business continued to boom. Rachel, Vincent's fiancee, hated it all. She wanted Vincent to stop dreaming already and start making a family, a real family. She didn't realize that the circus was Vincent's family and she didn't care either.

"Vincent," Rachel said, "when are you going to stop this nonsense? And come home?" she asked while she followed him around in the ex-museum.

"What nonsense?" Vincent replied. He wasn't giving her his full attention, he never had. Their engagement no longer appealed to him. Rachel was much too snobby for his tastes after she revealed her true nature to him.

"This nonsense! The circus! When are you going to stop caring so much about it and marry me?" Rachel asked. Vincent stopped walking immediately and turned around to face her.

"If you can't recognize the true beauty in what I'm doing here," he gestured to all of the people preparing for the next show, "then maybe you're the one who needs to stop the nonsense." Rachel couldn't believe her ears. After all these years, was Vincent actually breaking off their engagement? He couldn't do that! That was preposterous!

Rachel, not believing that to be the true reality of the situation, decided that maybe if the circus was destroyed Vincent would come back to his senses. Yes, that has to work! Rachel grabbed the nearest lantern and traveled to the most remote location of the museum. She smashed the lantern on the floor and made her escape. The fire soon traveled and everyone screamed in the chaos of it all. People were running around, trying to save what they could, and leaving to save themselves from the flames. The fire spread too quickly for the building to be saved. Vincent stood, outside his creation, staring at it as it burn to the ground.

"Where's Smile?!" Black asked. The blue-haired boy wasn't anywhere to be seen.

"Is he still inside?" Suit questioned.

"Oh! That poor boy!" Grell gasped and fainted at the shock of everything that was happening around him. Suit caught him before he fell to the ground though.

Vincent ran into the flaming building to search for Smile. He called out his name and coughed due to the smoke. The boy wasn't responding; that could only mean something terrible had happened. "Smile?! Smile! Are you there? Where are you? Please answer me!" Vincent yelled over the crackling of the flames. A small voice whispered. It was nearby, thank goodness, but would Vincent get there in time? The flames were already beginning to burn his skin. Vincent tried his best to remove the fallen beam and free Smile. It was difficult, but he managed it. He picked up the boy and carried him out to safety. Black took him from Vincent and ran him to the nearest medical team. Vincent smiled before passing out. At least Smile was safe, that's all that mattered at this point, since the rest of his circus was already destroyed.

When Vincent woke up he was staring at the ceiling to a hospital. Undertaker and Angelina were by his side, waiting for him to wake up. When Angelina realized he'd opened his eyes, she slapped him.

"How dare you go into a flaming building like that?! Don't you have any concern for your own life?!" she scolded. "Do you realize how worried we all were?"

"Now, now," Undertaker tried to calm her, "he has just woken up."

Vincent's cheek burned like the rest of his body. He felt like a roasted marshmallow. "What am I going to do about the circus?" he questioned. Angelina and Undertaker both looked at each other before looking to him again. Even in his current condition he was thinking about other things. This guy truly was crazy.

"Go back to sleep, for now," Undertaker kissed Vincent's forehead, "we'll figure out something later." Vincent closed his eyes, reluctantly, and fell into a light sleep.

A few days later, when the hospital realized he wasn't dying, he was released. The first thing he did was return to the building that had been destroyed. The remains of what was were still there. Not much of it had been removed. Vincent stared at the pile of trash that had previously been his circus. His mind, that had previously created new ideas, seemed to be broken. He didn't know what to do anymore. Smile and Doll grabbed a hand on either side of Vincent. They both looked up at him and tried to provide comfort.

"We're still here," Smile said, "so the circus can be rebuilt."

"I don't have the money for a new building," Vincent replied.

"Who says we need a building?" Undertaker snickered.

"All we need is a place to do our show," Angelina smiled, "and lucky for you, I know you too well. I've been saving money in case something like this happened. We can use my inherited land a few blocks away. Nothing is built there, it's just an empty lot, so all we need is a giant tent and we're ready for business."

Vincent hugged Angelina and gave Undertaker a kiss. "I honestly don't know what I'd do without you two."

"You'd be a lost cause without us," Angelina said.

"He's a lost cause either way," Undertaker laughed.

Chapter 2: -| A Million Dreams |-

Notes:

Because I couldn't stop thinking about The Greatest Showman and Black Butler...

I took some of the plot (and the song lyrics) and made a bit of a mashup between the two. If that makes any sense...it'll make more sense as you read.

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Every night he lies in bed. The brightest colors fill his head. A million dreams are keeping him awake. He thinks of what the world could be, a vision of the one he sees, a million dreams is all it's going to take. A million dreams for the world he's going to make. They can say Vincent Phantomhive is crazy. They can say he's lost his mind. He doesn't care if he's called crazy, he's going to run to world that he designs.

"However big, however small, let me be a part of it all. You may be right, you may be wrong, but say that you'll bring me along, to the world you see," Rachel looks him in the eyes. Vincent smiles. He grabs her hand.

"I close my eyes and I can see, a world that's waiting up for me. Through the door, through where no one's been before, but it feels like home." He gestures to the sky. "There's a house we can build. Every room inside is filled, with things from far away. Special things, I compile, each one there to make you smile." She smiles at this. Vincent Phantomhive has always been entirely talk. She was ready for the action. She wanted to see this plan of his take place.

"I think of what the world could be, a vision of the one I see, a million dreams is all it's gonna take. A million dreams for the world we're gonna make," he says as he runs through the field. He points at the grass and gestures to the sky, outlining the house inside his mind. Rachel laughs. She follows him and gestures to rooms inside her own mind. They laugh at each other. The stars shine above them. It's a beautiful dream. A beautiful image. But, she doesn't really think it's going to bear any fruit. She loves this man, but he is all talk. Nothing he says every happens. Imagine her surprise when, for the first time in his life, he does start to make the plan for the action.

"They can say, they can say it all sounds crazy," Vincent holds her hands. "They can say that we've lost our minds. I don't care if they call us crazy, run away to a world that we design." She nods. She smiles. She's ready for the show to begin.

She watches after him as he builds the house of their dreams. He gathers the people. He rallies the crowds. It starts out as a small show, but it becomes so much more beautiful. There are so many unique individuals, one after the other. The shock of the tent doesn't bother anyone in the slightest, in fact, it makes it all the more thrilling. Vincent loves it. Rachel loves it. The workers are bonded together over their collection of oddities.

"Every night, I lie in bed, the brightest colors fill my head, a million dreams are keeping me awake," Vincent whispers to his wife. She gives him a good old fashioned hug. Her belly bulge presses against his stomach.

"A million dreams, for the world we're gonna make," she responds back to him. It's a promise. A promise to each other and to no one else. Their life will be filled with beauty. Nothing more and nothing less. As long as they imagine with their hearts and refuse to see with their eyes. Everything will be absolutely fine.

. . .

"It's working! It's working! It's really really working!" Vincent bursts through the door. "People are coming to Noah's Arc Circus! Can you believe it? Can you really believe it? We are going to break the bank! Rachel, darling, it's fantastic!" He yells out but Rachel isn't responding. Where in the world could she be?

"Vincent, honey," Rachel begins, "I can't keep doing this," she is holding Ciel's hand, with a bag filled with her most precious belongings.

"What do you mean? What are you talking about? Where are you planning on going?" Vincent's brain scrambled to connect the dots. None of it made sense.

"It was fun, while it lasted, but this isn't a life I can live anymore. I love you, I do, but there are things in this world we can't fight. Can you look me in the eyes and tell me you've been faithful?" She begins to cry when Vincent cannot answer.

"I've always been faithful to you, Rachel," Vincent reaches out to grab her hand, like he did all those nights ago under the stars. She pulls her hand away.

"That singer, of yours, the one you call 'The Undertaker' he is more important to you than I am, isn't he? Don't lie to me. Don't lie. That song of his, I know it, it's for you, isn't it?"

"Rachel, darling, what are you talking about? I've only loved you. I've always loved you." Vincent tried to assure her. It wasn't going to work. Not this time.

"I saw you, I saw you with him. You kissed him, Vincent, you kissed him!" Rachel's tears turned into heart-wrenching sobs. Ciel squeezed her hand. He was too young to understand what was going on, but he squeezed it nonetheless. For support.

"He kissed me! Rachel, I turned him down. I am slow to react. My reflexes are poor. You know that. You know that. I told him I had you. Do you not trust me? Darling, please." An echo of a slap resounded off the walls.

"You're crazy, if you think I can believe that bullshit. I know how you look at him. I know, I know Vincent because it's the same way I look at you. I can't do this. You can be with him now. I'm setting you free." Rachel grabbed her things and walked out with Ciel.

Vincent fell to the ground. He was stunned. His cheek still burned. The newfound emptiness of this house he'd built was fresh to him. "She can say, she can say that I'm crazy," Vincent held his head in his hands. "She can say I've lost my mind," he sobbed. "I'm going to run away to a world that I design..."

Chapter 3: -| From Now On |-

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"I saw the sun begin to dim, and felt that winter wind blow cold, a man learns who is there for him, when the glitter fades and the walls won't hold. 'Cause from that rubble what remains can only be what's true... if all was lost there's more I gained 'cause it led me back to you," Vincent said. His head rested in the lap of The Undertaker. There was a lot that had happened in the past day. His wife left. His son was gone. There was no family. There was nothing left for him. It was only the circus. Only the circus. And, even that was going to be taken from him soon. They were running out of money. The Undertaker played with his hair, trying to comfort him. It was the only way he could think of.

"From now on, these eyes will not be blinded by the lights. From now on, what's waited 'til tomorrow starts tonight, tonight," Vincent stood up. "Let this promise in me start like the anthem in my heart, from now on," Vincent looked The Undertaker in the eyes. He walked a few steps away and closed his own. He outstretched his hands up to the roof of the giant tent.

"I drank champagne with kings and queens. The politicians praised my name. But those were someone else's dreams, the pitfalls of the man I became. For years and years I chased their cheers, a crazy speed of always needing more, but when I stop and see you here, I remember who this was all for," Vincent pointed to The Undertaker. Their relationship was never meant to be. This was for his wife. This was all for his happily ever after. The dream that ended abruptly, because of his foolishness. Now there was barely anything left.

"From now on, these eyes will not be blinded by the lights. From now on, what's waited 'til tomorrow starts tonight. Let this promise in me start like the anthem in my heart, from now on," Vincent repeated his vow to the tent. To the circus. To his friends in the room. The ones hiding in the shadows, not wanting to interrupt the moment between their boss and #1 face.

"And, we will come back home?" they asked.

"And we will come back home," he said.

"What's waited 'til tomorrow starts tonight," Vincent pointed to the ground. He pointed to their places. They got into position. Their leader was back, out of the dumps, finally moving forward. He came back home. This was his home now. It would remain his home from now until the end of time.

. . .

"Do you think he is really okay now?" Grell whispered to The Undertaker.

"He is as okay as he is ever going to be," The Undertaker replied.

"Do you think he is going to accept his love for you now, now that his wife is gone, that is," Grell asked.

"Your guess is as good as mine. I wouldn't count on it. Vincent Phantomhive is a strange man," The Undertaker looked at his boss cleaning up after the night. Many people came and went. That was part of the fun, but man did they leave a mess. The purple of his coat reflected light into their eyes. Grell and The Undertaker both averted their gaze in unison. This man was a flashy bastard. Purple, the color of royalty. It's as if he was daring the universe to strike him down.

"Vincent," The Undertaker walked over to help him. "Are you sure you want to do this alone?" he asked.

"I'm not alone, now am I? You and Miss Red over there are here. Get your butts moving if you're that concerned about how I'm doing," Vincent laughed.

"I'll have you know, a lady never wants to get her hands dirty," Grell crossed her arms.

"Lady? What lady? All I see is a spoiled girl," Vincent snickered. "You're lucky I didn't steal the red from you, Miss Red," Vincent winked. Red was his first choice of color for his ringleader gear, but he ultimately went with purple. There were too many red-wearing members of his crew, a total of two.

"You wouldn't dare! And I am a madame! Not a miss!" Grell stomped her foot in anger.

"No, Angel is the madame, get with the program. I wasn't out of it for that long," Vincent sighed and picked up more pieces of trash. This may be a circus but it didn't have to look like a dumpster.

"I'm always amazed with how much you manage to get back up again," The Undertaker said. He hadn't intended to say it, but he had said it.

"A million dreams are keeping me awake," Vincent said. "I don't have time to sleep," he explained. The Undertaker didn't understand Vincent any more than he had the day before. But, there was something about him that he couldn't help but admire. Maybe it was the hair, the outfit, or the fact that even though his wife left him because of something The Undertaker had done, Vincent never once blamed him for it.

"I'm not going to apologize for kissing you," The Undertaker finally managed to say.

"I never asked you to," Vincent replied.

"Well, good, because I'm not going to," The Undertaker crossed his arms.

"Good, because I didn't ask you to," Vincent repeated.

"Oh, just get a room already," Grell huffed. "We all know you have a thing going on! I just wish my man would look at me the way you two look at each other!" Grell said as she walked off.

"Grell has a man?" Vincent looked at The Undertaker confused.

"No, but she has one she really wants," The Undertaker explained.

"Now that is crazy."

"Not as crazy as you, Vincent."

"Fair enough."

Chapter 4: -| The Other Side |-

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"Right here, right now, I put the offer out. I don't wanna chase you down. I know you see it. You run, with me, and I can cut you free, out of the drudgery and walls you keep in," Vincent pointed at Diedrich and nudged him in the chest. "So, trade your typical, for somethin' colorful, and if it's crazy, live a little crazy. You can play it sensible, a king of conventional, or you can risk it all and see." Vincent smiled and wrapped his arm around Diedrich. He gestured to the ceiling of Diedrich's mansion. Gesturing to the great unknown. Vincent had a thing for the stars.

"Don't you wanna get away from the same old part you gotta play? 'Cause I got what you need so come with me and take the ride. It'll take you to the other side. 'Cause you can do like you do, or you can do like me. Stay in the cage or finally take the key. Oh, damn, suddenly you're free to fly. It'll take you to the other side," Vincent grinned.

"Okay, my friend, you wanna cut me in. Well, I hate to tell you but it just won't happen. So thanks, but no. I think I'm good to go. 'Cause I quite enjoy the life you say I'm trapped in," Diedrich took Vincent's hand off of him and returned the smile. "Now I admire you, and that whole show you do, you're on to something really it's something but I live among the swells and we don't pick up peanut shells. I'll have to leave that up to you," Diedrich was done with this conversation. He wanted Vincent to leave.

"Don't you know that I'm okay with this uptown part I get to play? 'Cause I got what I need and I don't wanna take the ride. I don't need to see the other side. So, go and do like you do, I'm good to do like me. Ain't a cage so I don't need to take the key. Oh, damn, can't you see I'm doing fine? I don't need to see the other side." Diedrich opened the door and gestured for Vincent to leave. He wasn't having it.

"Now is this really how you'd like to spend your days? Whiskey and misery and parties and plays?" Vincent refused to take one step out of this mansion. He was going to convince Diedrich if it was the last thing he did.

"If I were mixed up with you, I'd be the talk of the town. Disgraced and disowned, another one of the clowns," Diedrich frowned. He had his public image to think of. It wasn't just about the enjoyment of the circus or anything like that. Diedrich was nobility. Vincent was not. They were friends but never in public.

"But, you'd finally live a little, finally laugh a little, just let me give you the freedom to dream and it'll wake you up and cure your achin' take your walls and start 'em breaking." Vincent leaned forward and got his face incredibly close to Diedrich's. "Now that's a deal, that seems worth taking." He shrugged and began to walk out of the door. "But I guess that's up to you."

Diedrich shut the door and trapped Vincent between it and himself. "Well, it's intriguing but to go would cost me greatly. So, what percentage of the show would I be taking?"

"Well, fair enough. You'd want a piece of all the action. I'd give you seven we could shake and make it happen," Vincent said as he outstretched his hand.

Diedrich laughed. "I wasn't born this morning. Eighteen would be just fine."

Vincent rolled his eyes. "Why not just go ahead and ask for nickels on the dime?"

"Fifteen."

"I'd do eight."

"Twelve."

"Maybe nine?"

"Ten."

Vincent smiled. "Don't you wanna get away to a whole new part you're gonna play? 'Cause I got what you need so come with me and take the ride, to the other side." Vincent's hand was still outstretched and ready for Diedrich to grab. He grabbed it. He shook it. This was a partnership waiting to happen. "So, if you do like I do-"

"So, if you do like me," Diedrich corrected.

"Forget the cage because we know how to make the key. Oh, damn, suddenly we're free to fly. We're going to the other side," they said in unison with linked arms.

"So if you do like I do-" Diedrich began.

"So if you do like me," Vincent corrected.

"We're going to the other side," they nodded in agreement. It was time for Vincent to show Diedrich the lay of the land. He'd gone to Noah's Arc Circus before once or twice, but never really entertained the thought of staying permanently. Now was better than never. Vincent was glad to have an ally so soon after Rachel left. Now the circus wouldn't leave him like she did.

Chapter 5: -| Never Enough |-

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The Undertaker pulled Vincent aside. He looked him in the eyes and dragged him off to an unknown location. He was happy, truly, that everything was running smoothly in the circus again. But, there was something bothering him. Vincent hadn't once tried to answer his feelings. When they were far enough away from everything, The Undertaker had to get this all out in the open. He had to make it blatantly clear how he felt about Vincent. Once and for all.

"I'm trying to hold my breath, let it stay this way, can't let this moment end, you set off a dream in me. Getting louder now, can you hear it echoing? Take my hand, will you share this with me? 'Cause darling without you..." The Undertaker paused. There was something burning in his chest. What were the right words? He let go of Vincent's hand. He placed his own hand on his heart and let his eyes do some of the talking.

"All the shine of a thousand spotlights, all the stars we steal from the night sky, will never be enough. Never be enough. Towers of gold are still too little. These hands," The Undertaker put his hands in front of Vincent's face. "These hands could hold the world but it'll never be enough. Never be enough, for me."

"Never?" Vincent asked.

"Never," The Undertaker said.

"Never?" he repeated the question.

"Never," The Undertaker said more firmly. "Never for me. It'll never be enough for me."

"I need time to think about it, Uny," Vincent replied honestly. "It's not that I don't feel whatever this," he gestured to himself and The Undertaker, "is. But, it would be betraying my wife."

"Your wife is gone, Vincent. She isn't coming back. That's practically her giving you her blessing. Please, just, will you see reason?" The Undertaker frowned. He was tempted to force another kiss on the man, but the first time he was lucky. This time he wouldn't be. Vincent was pretty fragile at the moment. He didn't want to break him. He loved him. He didn't want to hurt him.

"All the shine of a thousand spotlights?" Vincent raised an eyebrow.

"All the stars in the night sky," The Undertaker nodded.

"Will never be enough?"

"It'll never be enough," The Undertaker smiled albeit sadly, "Without you."

"That's so touching. Did you come up with that yourself?" Vincent smiled. "It should be a song. I'd love to hear it as a song."

"It is a song," The Undertaker laughed. "I'm going to sing it tonight, watch me."

"I'll be paying close attention." Vincent promised.

"Good," The Undertaker walked off. He waved his hand as he walked. "I'll be waiting, darling," he said. Vincent watched him go, unsure of if he should stop him or not. He sighed. When did life get so complicated? Couldn't things go back to the way they were? Back to being simple? No, of course not. He did run a circus after all. Where was the fun in standard?

Chapter 6: -| Tightrope |-

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It was Vincent's turn to pull The Undertaker to the side. The past week had gone well, if not for the fact that he was constantly thinking of The Undertaker's confession. Everyone was asleep now. This was the only time they'd have alone. Vincent guided him to the top of the stand, where the tightrope was. The Undertaker didn't know how to walk one.

"Some people long for a life that is simple and planned, tied with a ribbon. Some people won't sail the sea 'cause they're safer on land, to follow what's written. But I'd follow you to the great unknown. Off to a world we call our own," Vincent said. He stepped backwards onto the rope. He gestured for The Undertaker to grab his hand.

"Hand in my hand and we promise to never let go. We're walking a tightrope. High in the sky we can see the whole world down below, we're walking a tightrope. Never sure, never know, how far we could fall, but it's all an adventure that comes with a breathtaking view. Walking a tightrope, with you." Vincent looked at the ground. The Undertaker tried to avoid staring at it.

"Mountains and valleys and all that will come in between. Desert and ocean, you pull me in and together we're lost in a dream. Always in motion, so I risk it all just to be with you. And, I risk it all for this life we choose." Vincent had guided The Undertaker all the way to the center of the rope.

"Do you trust me?" he whispered into The Undertaker's ear.

"Quite honestly, I'm not sure," The Undertaker frowned.

"Hand in my hand and you promised to never let go," Vincent made a motion and The Undertaker lost his balance, nearly falling to the ground. His hand tightly clinging to Vincent's, clinging to life. "We're walking a tightrope, high in the sky, we can see the whole world down below, we're walking a tightrope. Never sure, will you catch me if I should fall?" The Undertaker glared at that statement. He didn't want to fall. Why did he get on this tightrope in the first place? He wasn't made for this kind of thing.

Vincent pulled The Undertaker up and held him close. "All the shine of a thousand spotlights, all the stars we steal from the night sky, will never be enough, without you," Vincent repeated the phrase. "I've been thinking about it constantly since you sang it in the circus that night. But, this life we lead is filled with ropes like this one. Are you sure you want to walk the tightrope with me?"

"I'm already doing it, aren't I?"

"Fair enough," Vincent smiled.

"I'm not going to stop loving you Vincent. No matter how many crazy stunts you pull," The Undertaker promised. "Although, I had no idea you could walk the rope." The Undertaker glanced at the ground again.

"I can't, not really, but I'm very good at pretending I'm good at it," he winked.

"That is not reassuring," The Undertaker could feel sweat on his brow. No backing out now. He was walking the tightrope with Vincent Phantomhive.

Chapter 7: -| Rewrite the Stars |-

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Grell had watched from a distance as Vincent and The Undertaker got closer and closer. She was happy for them, really she was, but there was something about it that made things miserable too. She wanted a romance of her own. William had been her crush for a while now, but he was busy with other things. He didn't necessarily enjoy being a part of the circus. He was here for no other reason than to get money. He wasn't accepted anywhere else, because of his unusual eye color. She'd tried to confess to him before but he felt as if he wasn't worthy. Something about him just didn't seem right. Maybe it was his overly self-conscious attitude. But, she didn't care anymore. Grell accepted her fate. She was going to be alone. That's all it was going to be.

"You know I want you, it's not a secret I try to hide," Grell began. She sat in the tent the two shared. Vincent had thought it a magical idea. It was the worst thing in the world. "I know you want me, so don't keep saying our hands are tied. You claim it's not in the cards and fate is pulling you miles away, out of reach from me, but you're here in my heart. So, who can stop me if I decide that you're my destiny?" Grell looked at William. He was lying on his bed. Unresponsive, as usual whenever Grell tried to get an honest answer out of him. She sighed.

"What if we rewrite the stars? Say you were made to be mine? Nothing could keep us apart. You'd be the one I was meant to find. It's up to you, and it's up to me, no one can say what we get to be. So, why don't we rewrite the stars? Maybe the world could be ours, tonight," Grell suggested. She'd pushed all the right buttons. William was tired of listening to the same thing over and over again. He sat up and glared at her fiercely.

"You think it's easy?" he spat. "You think I don't want to run to you?" William grit his teeth. "But there are mountains and there are doors that we can't walk through. I know you're wondering why because we're able to be just you and me within these walls. But when we go outside you're going to wake up and see that it was hopeless after all."

William stood up and walked over to Grell. He leaned down to stare her in the eyes. "No one can rewrite the stars. How can you say you'll be mine? Everything keeps us apart and I'm not the one you were meant to find. It's not up to you. It's not up to me. When everyone tells us what we can be. How can we rewrite the stars? Say that the world can be ours, tonight?"

Grell lifted her hand to touch William's face. Tears welled up in her eyes. "All I want is to fly with you," she insisted. "All I want is to fall with you," tears continue to moisten her cheeks. "So just give me all of you, tonight." She pleaded as best as she could. William wasn't buying it. This circus wouldn't last forever. Vincent was a just mad man with crazy and foolish ambitions. No one could be this successful forever.

"It feels impossible," he said. No, it didn't just feel impossible, he knew it to be impossible.

"It's not impossible," she said. "Say that it's possible. Nothing can keep us apart. 'Cause you were the one I was meant to find. It's up to you, and it's up to me, no one can say what we get to be. Why don't we rewrite the stars? Changing the world to be ours?" Grell pleaded and pleaded. "We can reach for the stars. We can make it all fine."

"You know I want you," William pushed Grell away. "It's not a secret I try to hide. But I can't have you. We're bound to break and my hands are tied," he said. He laid down on his bed once again, leaving Grell alone just like before. He pretended to sleep although they both knew he wasn't sleeping. Grell laid down, sobbing into her pillow, more heartbroken than ever before.

Chapter 8: -| This Is Me |-

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Grell stood in the middle of the street. She was dressed in her most outrageous costume. Red, red, more red, and lots of sparkles. Frills, strange patterns, it was a sight to see. She searched the crowd for William, grabbing his attention and holding it. This was going to happen. This was going to be her last attempt at winning him over completely.

"I'm not a stranger to the dark. Hide away, they say, 'cause we don't want your broken parts. I've learned to be ashamed of all my scars, run away, they say, no one'll love you as you are," she began, pausing only to take a deep breath an affirm herself that this was worth it. "But I won't let them break me down to dust. I know that there's a place for us. For we are glorious!"

William looked at her with fear in his eyes. What was she doing? Out here? Saying such bold things in the middle of the street? Was she mad? Daft? Crazy? Totally insane? He looked away, telling himself this was an idiotic scene. He didn't want anything to do with her or whatever she was doing. They didn't know each other. Circus? William didn't know the word.

"When the sharpest words wanna cut me down, I'm gonna send a flood, gonna drown 'em out. I am brave. I am bruised. I am who I'm meant to be. This is me," Grell said. She took steps forward, walking towards William. Not allowing him to pretend they had nothing to do with each other.

"Look out 'cause here I come and I'm marchin' on to the beat I drum. I'm not scared to be seen, I make no apologies, this is me." People whispered around her, making comments, insulting her strange behavior.

"Another round of bullets hits my skin," Grell brushed off her arms as if wiping away the words. "Well, fire away, 'cause today, I won't let the shame sink in. We are burstin' through the barricades and reachin' for the sun. We are warriors! Yeah, that's what we've become." William was mortified by her strange actions. He wanted nothing more to do with this. He walked away. He was going to walk away. They didn't know each other. Grell? Grell who? But he couldn't stop the rage building up inside him at the comments the strangers were making.

William tore off the shades covering his eyes. He turned on his heel and walked at a brisk pace to stand next to Grell. He grabbed her hand. "I won't let them break me down to dust. I know that there's a place for us. For we are glorious." He tried to repeat the words he'd heard but he didn't know if he was saying them correctly and stumbled over them a few times. It was taking every bone in his body just to stand here holding her hand while they made a mockery of themselves.

"When the sharpest words want to cut me down. I'm going to send a flood, going to drown them out. I am brave. I am bruised. I am who I'm meant to be. This is me," William said. The two began walking down the middle of the road.

"Look out because here I come," they said in unison. "And I'm marching on to the beat I drum. I'm not scared to be seen, I make no apologies. This is me."

"And I know that I deserve your love," William smiled.

"There's nothing I'm not worthy of," Grell winked.

"This is brave."

"This is bruised."

"This is who we're meant to be," William said.

"This is me," Grell replied.

Chapter 9: -| Come Alive |-

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There were a lot of rumors going around about Noah's Arc Circus ever since the stunt that Grell pulled. It was because of this that morale was low. Vincent sighed. He needed to give a pep talk of some sort. The words hadn't quite come to him yet. He clapped his hands to silence everyone in the main tent. This was going to take a bit of work.

"You stumble through your days, got your head hung low, your sky's a shade of grey. Like a zombie in a maze, you're asleep inside, but you can't shake awake 'cause you're just a dead man walkin' thinkin' that's your only option. But you can flick the switch and brighten up your darkest day. Sun is up and the color's blinding. Take a world and redefine it. Leave behind your narrow mind. You'll never be the same." Vincent walked around as he talked. He made eye contact with everyone, reminding them of what they used to be.

"Come alive, come alive, go and light your light let it burn so bright. Reaching up to the sky and it's open wide you're electrified." Vincent made grand gestures with his hands as he spoke. "And the world becomes a fantasy and you're more than you could ever be 'cause you're dreaming with your eyes wide open. And you know you can't go back again to the world that you were living in because you're dreaming with your eyes wide open. So come alive."

Vincent made eye contact with one of them. "I see it in your eyes. You believe that lie that you need to hide your face, afraid to step outside, so you lock the door but you don't stay that way." Vincent was trying to get them out of the gutter, not throw them back in. He wanted them to be more confident, more trusting in him, and believe this circus would stay the biggest and the best.

"No more living in the shadows. You and me, we know how that goes," Grell spoke up.

"Because once you see it, oh, you'll never be the same," William chimed in. He grabbed Grell's hand and smiled. She blushed, looking away.

"A little bit of lightning striking, bottled up to keep on shining. You can prove there's more to you. You cannot be afraid," The Undertaker gave his two cents. He winked at Vincent.

"Come alive, come alive," Vincent and The Undertaker spoke in unison, walking towards opposite sides of the crowd, "go and light your light let it burn so bright. Reaching up, to the sky, and it's open wide you're electrified."

"To anyone who's bursting with a dream, come one, come all, you hear the call," William said. He looked left. He looked right. There wasn't anywhere else to walk so he got a running jump and grabbed the rope dangling from the ceiling. He spun around and jumped again to stand on top of it.

"To anyone who's searching for a way to break free..." Grell smiled, amused at William's performance. "Come alive."

It was the final moment. This would be when Vincent knew for sure if his circus was going to stay afloat. Diedrich had given him the money. He'd tried his best to make this place happier. But, with the press the way it was at the moment, he couldn't force anyone to stay. At least he knew that The Undertaker, Grell, and William were all on his side. That was better than nothing. There would always be more fish in the sea. Vincent just had to build up his persuasion skills.

"When the world becomes a fantasy and you're more than you could ever be 'cause you're dreaming with your eyes wide open. And you know you can't go back again to the world that you were living in because you're dreaming with your eyes wide open," Diedrich said as he walked into the tent. Vincent hadn't expected that. The guy was strict about staying locked up in his mansion. Apparently, he was going to be more than just a wallet. He wanted to be really a part of this circus.

Everyone turned to stare at him. Vincent swore he could see a bit of a blush. He smiled and walked over to his friend. "Come alive! Come alive! Go and light your light, be electrified!" He slapped Diedrich's back and pushed him forward into the bundle of misfits. William dangled from his feet on the rope and grabbed Diedrich's hands, swinging him and forcing him up on the rope with him. Two of the most serious individuals doing things that weren't serious in the slightest. The Undertaker snickered. Grell laughed. Vincent smirked. The rest of their crew joined in one by one. Vincent still had a chance.

"The circus isn't dead yet," The Undertaker placed his hand on Vincent's shoulder.

"I certainly hope you're right," Vincent placed his hand on top of The Undertaker's.

The two smiled at each other before going over to save Diedrich from the mischevious William. He kept 'dropping' and catching him over and over again to mess with his mind. Grell had created a monster.

"Please talk some sense into this one," Diedrich frowned, clinging to the rope like a monkey. He refused to grab William's hand another time. He'd been betrayed far too much.

"I apologize," William said. "You're just so amusing." He held out his hand for Diedrich to grab. Reluctantly, Diedrich accepted his apology and grabbed his hand, only to be betrayed again, and this time properly fall from the rope. Vincent caught him.

"Thanks for dropping in," Vincent smiled.

"I hate all of you," Diedrich frowned.

Chapter 10: -| The Greatest Show |-

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Vincent stood in the center of the circus ring with his arms outstretched and pointed towards the crowd. "Ladies and gents this is the moment you've waited for. You've been searching in the dark, your sweat soaking through the floor. And burned in your bones there's an ache that you can't ignore. Taking your breath, stealing your mind, and all that was real is left behind," he turned on his heel and held out his cane, signaling his crew to enter through the back entrance of the tent.

"Don't fight it, it's coming for you, running at you, it's only this moment, don't care what comes after, your fever dream, can't you see, getting closer? It's fire, it's freedom, it's flooding open. It's the preacher in the pulpit and your blind devotion. There's something breaking at the brick over every wall that's holding all that you know," the lights flickered with the tempo of his speech. Each new crew member entering with his hastened breath.

"So tell me do you wanna go? Where it's covered in all the colored lights? Where the runaways are running the night? Impossible comes true, it's taking over you. Oh! This is the greatest show! We light it up we won't come down! And the sun can't stop us now! Watching it come true, it's taking over you, oh, this is the greatest show!" Vincent grabbed a rope dangling from the ceiling of the tent and flew upwards. He grinned as the audience stared in a bewildered gaze. Yes. All eyes on him, please. He moved from one rope to the next, spotlight still on him, now on a tightrope with zero support. Just his feet, just his cane for balance, as the show continued.

"Colossal we come these renegades in the ring. Where the lost get found and we crown 'em the circus kings," out of his top-hat he pulled a crown and dropped it down below. It landed directly onto The Undertaker's head. Timing. Perfect. As usual. He winked.

"Don't fight it, it's coming for you, running at you. It's only for this moment, don't care what comes after. It's blinding, outshining, anything that you know, just surrender cause you're coming and you wanna go..." his voice stopped immediately upon seeing a small boy, looking like a smaller version of himself, walk through the entrance of the tent. He grabbed a swinging rope, stealing it from the stars, and used the momentum to propel him forward. Flinging himself off of it, doing a few flips, and landing, perfectly on his feet, safely, before the boy. (Don't try this at home, kids. Only Vincent Phantomhive could pull it off.)

He held out his microphone to the boy, signaling for him to continue the speech, "Where it's covered in all the colored lights. Where the runaways are running the night. Impossible comes true, intoxicating you. Oh! This is the greatest show!" the boy began stammering at first, trying to remember the words, but eventually they came to him. Vincent smiled. So, this was his kid. He picked him up, grinning from ear to ear, as they both yelled in unison...

"We light it up, we won't come down, and the sun can't stop us now! It's everything you ever want. It's everything you ever need, and it's here right in front of you. This is where you wanna be. This is where you wanna be!" Lights shining around them all. Focusing on various acts all being performed at the same time. Vincent couldn't help but smile at his achievement. Indeed, this was the greatest show. And he would keep it that way.

The boy smiled in awe as he watched from the best seat in the house. He pointed and he laughed and he loved the event. Vincent felt an intense connection to him. Pride. Love. But, where was his mother?

He looked around the arena. No sign of her anywhere. Did she abandon him here? Vincent placed the boy on his shoulders. He would have to find her later. And, if he never found her at all, that was fine too. He just wanted to give his son a night to remember.

"Do you want to join the circus?" he looked up at the kid. A light lit up in his eyes that only Vincent would be able to notice. It was the same light he had.

"This is the greatest show! It's covered in all the colored lights! How could I pass it up?!" he smiled and reached out his hands for the stars of artificial creation.

Tears formed in Vincent's eyes. "Yes, how could you?" his question not aimed at his son, of course, but Rachel. Well, she didn't matter anymore. Vincent looked towards The Undertaker and smiled. He got a toothy grin in response.

Vincent ran to the center of the arena and jumped onto a ball. He gestured to the crowd, hoping they'd humor him. He held his hands to his ears and then outstretched his hands to them, beckoning a response. "Welcome to...?"

"The greatest show!" they all yelled. Yes, indeed. There could never be another like it. Not as long as he lived. No, even after he died. No one would be able to replicate this.

Notes:

When I finished it, I was so happy, that I gave up on trying to edit it. I'm sorry if it turned out to be total trash. Maybe one of these days I'll go back and make it slightly better trash.

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gigginox · 3 years

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got a genshin playlist in my recommendations i dont even play that game what do you people want from me

#it was one for that ginger freak too i think i need to throw my phone into a river and become amish #lady.txt

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Lazy Day

Fandom: Stray Kids

Sickie: Changbin

Caregiver: Hyunjin (Chan & Jisung)

Changbin has a stomach ache on one of their days off. 3racha had planned to work on some music but want to give Changbin a chance to rest, so Chan and Jisung go to the studio without him, thinking their friend would just sleep it off but that doesn't work. Being slightly emetophobic, the rapper needs support when things escalate. Luckily, their dormmate was planning to have a lazy day and decided to stay at the dorm.

No one’s POV.:

With a free weekend ahead of them, Stray Kids had gone out for dinner and to spend some quality time as a group. It had been a while since they had last had a big meal together, so the food was all the more appreciated. Not holding themselves back for once, the boys dug in and it took a while for Changbin to realize his mistake. Sometimes the rapper suffered from indigestion, when he had gone without a regular eating and sleeping pattern, like the past few weeks. He’d eat when he had the time to and felt hungry, whether that was during the day or the night didn’t matter all that much and it was similar with sleeping too. He’d just get a few minutes of shut eye whenever there was an opportunity to, in dressing rooms or vehicles didn’t matter. That combined with the stress often took a toll on the rapper’s stomach and he’d felt some discomfort every time he ate something. It wasn’t too bad though, so he didn’t hold himself back at the restaurant and happily also tried a few bites of his friends’ dishes.

Changbin came to regret that though as his stomach was unusually noisy on their way back and he could tell, it’d take a while for the food to settle. He wasn’t too concerned because they had the weekend off and although 3racha planned to go to the studio, his friends would understand if he was tired and wanted to sleep in, so he could join them later in the day. Since Changbin knew he couldn’t go to sleep before his dinner had settled properly, he stayed awake for a while, listening to music and scrolling through social media. Already having lost quite a bit of sleep over the past week, he soon started to feel sleepy but he wouldn’t make the mistake of laying down quite yet. Changbin knew he’d wake up to heartburn or nausea and wasn’t too keen on it on his weekend off, so he forced himself to stay awake and wait for his dinner to be at least somewhat digested. He’d rather feel tired than sick tomorrow.

As more time passed, the rapper had to realize that the turmoil in his stomach wasn’t calming down at all. If anything, it only got worse. His stomach wasn’t only noisy anymore but had also started to ache. Still determined on just waiting it out, Changbin forced himself to his feet and made his way to the kitchen. Maybe walking would help and he could get himself some water to sip on to help things move along easier. Straightening up, a cramp shot over his abdomen and made the rapper wince in pain. With one arm wrapped protectively around his middle, he slowly made his way to the kitchen. He had become so gassy but every soft burp brought back the taste of his dinner, which freaked him out. Changbin had always had a fear of throwing up, so things like that always made him feel on edge. Walking did seem to help a little though, so the rapper decided against just grabbing himself a bottle of water and instead prepared a cup of ginger tea. He walked in slow circles around the dining table and living room as he waited for the water to boil.

What Changbin hadn’t expected was to run into Chan on his way back to his room. The leader gave him a questioning look, confused as to why his dongsaeng would make tea in the middle of the night. He didn’t miss the arm protectively wrapped around Changbin’s middle and whispered: “Dinner not agreeing with you?” – “Not really”, the rapper admitted sheepishly, “It’s just not sitting right and I don’t want to go to sleep and wake up feeling sick, so I’m trying to get my stomach to calm down before I go to bed.” – “So you haven’t slept yet?”, Chan asked worriedly, noting that it was already way past midnight. The younger shook his head, biting his tongue as another cramp twisted his insides. Walking Changbin back to his room, the Aussie hummed: “Is there anything I can do to help?” The rapper took a seat on his bed and pulled his legs up to his chest, shaking his head. “I’ll just sip my tea and wait it out”, Changbin muttered, “It should be fine, I should’ve just paid more attention to my limits.” – “Alright”, Chan sighed, “Feel better and don’t hesitate to wake me if you need anything.” The younger thanked him and they parted ways, hoping to catch up on the sleep they had lost.

While Chan did get a surprisingly big amount of sleep, Changbin had stayed awake for most of the night and by the time he had dozed off, his stomach still hadn’t settled. It didn’t come as much of a surprise to him that he woke up with even worse cramps. Gritting his teeth, the rapper clutched his pillow to his middle and screwed his eyes shut. This wasn’t how he had wanted to spend his weekend. Chan and Jisung had already woken up thirty minutes earlier and wanted to head to the studio soon. Making music was always more fun when there was no schedule telling them to. Aware that Changbin had probably not gotten all that much sleep, Chan made his way to his dongsaeng’s room to check on him and tell him that the two of them would be heading out but that he could come and join them whenever because they were in no rush. To his surprise, Changbin was already awake. The rapper didn’t look too good though, his face pale and scrunched up in pain. Dark circles adorned his eyes, telling Chan just how little sleep the younger had gotten. “Hey, you’re not doing any better, are you?”, the leader hummed sympathetically, taking a seat on the edge of the mattress. Changbin shook his head, breathing: “Worse, it just won’t stop cramping.” – “Oh dear, Jisung and I were about to leave for the studio”, Chan sighed, “You’d probably do best if you rested today, hm?”

They had agreed for Changbin to rest as much as he needed to. It was a day off after all. Chan had offered to make another cup of tea but already feeling a little queasy, the younger didn’t dare put anything in his stomach right now. Throwing up was already bad enough and risking to go through that while his hyung wasn’t there was not an option. Chan had once again told him to feel better and left to finish getting ready, while Changbin curled back up and pleaded for sleep to take him under once again, so he could wake up feeling better. There was a soft knock at the door and the rapper propped himself up on his arm to find Jisung standing in the doorframe. “Hey, I brought you a hot water bottle. Can I get you anything else?”, the younger asked softly, handing the hot water bottle to his hyung. Chan had explained why Changbin wouldn’t join them today, so while the leader finished getting ready, Jisung decided to see if he could do anything to help the older feel better. Changbin thanked him softly, sighing in relief when the warmth soothed the cramps a little. There wasn’t anything they could do except for the rapper waiting it out, so he wished Jisung lots of fun at the studio and went back to sleep.

He surprisingly managed to sleep for another hour after Chan and Jisung had left. They had run into Hyunjin on their way out and told the dancer, Changbin would spend the day catching up on sleep and therefore be at the dorm with him. Hyunjin nodded, having similar plans. The four members in the other dorm had made some fun plans for their weekend but he still felt sore from their extensive dance practices and was happy that another member was planning to have a lazy day too. That way, he didn’t feel guilty for lounging around all day, watching movies. The first time Hyunjin saw Changbin that day, the dancer was watching TV in the living room, while the older went to refill his hot water bottle. It had done a great job soothing the pain earlier but now it was cold. Feeling like grabbing himself a snack, Hyunjin joined the rapper in the kitchen, brows furrowing when he noticed what his hyung was doing.

He studied Changbin’s face and realized just how bad the other looked. “Everything okay? You don’t look like yourself”, he asked quietly, watching the older grab the counter. Changbin wanted to reply but was hit by an intense cramp, clutching his stomach and sinking down into a crouch. His breathing grew labored as he leant against the kitchen cabinets, screwing his eyes shut. There was a hand on his back, Hyunjin crouching next to him, looking utterly worried. Steadying Changbin by the shoulders, the dancer frowned: “Talk to me. What’s going on?” A painful, loud gurgle from the rapper’s stomach was the only reply he got as he watched the color drain from his hyung’s face. “Do you feel like you need to-“, Hyunjin asked, being instantly cut off as Changbin choked out: “Don’t say it!” Changbin’s fear of throwing up was no secret, so the dancer just sighed: “Alright, do you need help getting to the bathroom?” Biting his lip, the rapper nodded. He didn’t want to admit it but that was probably the safest place for him to be at the moment. Hyunjin offered him a hand to help him up and let the other take his time. The older leant heavily against the dancer’s side, barely able to stand up straight as it would only trigger another cramp if he tried to straighten up.

The pair slowly made their way to the bathroom, where Changbin settled on the soft rub in front of the toilet. His face had grown ashy-pale and his hands trembled, the thought of what was most likely to come already spooking him. “You’re okay”, Hyunjin promised, rubbing his shoulder, “I’ll go and get you some water, maybe make a pot of tea to see if that settles you stomach, yeah? If you need anything just yell.” The rapper looked conflicted but eventually nodded although he really didn’t want to be alone right now. As Hyunjin left the bathroom, Changbin slipped his hand under his shirt and tried to calm his stomach by rubbing soft circles on his tense abs. He could hear the dancer rustling around the kitchen, starting the kettle but his attention was soon redirected as his throat started to feel off and his mouth started to water. Changbin’s breathing sped up as he realized what was about to happen and trembled as he struggled to his knees, flipping the toilet seat up.

As tears stung his eyes, the rapper barely managed to choke out a panicked “Hyun-“, before his stomach lurched and a wave of his semi-digested dinner splashed into the previously undisturbed water. It cut off his air and before he could even get a full breath in, Changbin got sick again, the loss of control over his own body terrifying him. Then there was a steady hand on his back, a calm voice cutting through his panicked haze and instructing: “Take some deep breaths.” If he had enough air, he’d argue that he would already be doing that if he could. Forcing in a shaky breath, his hand searched for something, anything really, that he could hold on to till it was over. Hyunjin took his trembling hand in his and gave it a comforting squeeze, using his other hand to rub soothing circles into his hyung’s back. He cringed when he felt Changbin’s spine ripple under his palm and looked away, hearing a splash.

Holding Hyunjin’s hand helped some but Changbin still cried, barely able to believe his friend’s promise that it’d be over soon. His sobs were only interrupted by harsh retches that grew less productive the more time passed. “Hyung, you’re almost empty”, Hyunjin hummed, patting the rapper’s back when he choked on a sob, “If you manage to clam your breathing, your stomach will calm down along with it. Deep breaths, yeah?” Changbin tried, still clutching the other’s hand as his sobs quietened and were soon reduced to soft hiccups. They still messed with his stomach but not to the point of making him gag. Rubbing the rapper’s back, Hyunjin smiled: “That’s it. You’re doing great, just keep focusing on your breathing.” Changbin sniffled softly, tearing off some toilet paper to dry his tears before wiping his lips and flushing the toilet. He was absolutely exhausted as the ordeal had zapped what little energy he had after not sleeping well the previous night. “Let’s get you back to bed, hm?”, the dancer smiled sympathetically, helping his hyung to his feet and steadying him, while the older rinsed his mouth.

After settling Changbin in bed, Hyunjin hurried to place a bucket next to the bed, just in case. Then he headed back to the kitchen to finally make the tea he had wanted to prepare earlier. When he had it done, the dancer boiled some more water and refilled Changbin’s hot water bottle. Hyunjin took the tea and hot water bottle to his hyung’s bedroom and smiled when he found the older hugging Gyu. He placed the tea onto the nightstand and hummed: “How’re you feeling now?” – “Actually, better now that it’s out”, the rapper muttered hoarsely. “That’s good”, Hyunjin smiled, taking a seat on the edge of the mattress, “I refilled this for you.” – “Thanks”, Changbin breathed nervously as he accepted the hot water bottle. He was afraid the younger would leave, now that he was settled. Apparently, the dancer noticed his tense expression because he asked: “Do you need anything else?” Changbin shook his head but Hyunjin could see the conflict in his eyes. “Do you want me to stay?”, he smiled softly, earning a shy nod. As soon as Changbin had scooted over in bed, the younger settled in next to him and started running his hand up and down the rapper’s back, humming: “Try to take a nap, hm? Today will just be more of a lazy day.”

#stray kids #skz #fanfic #fanfiction #sick #sickfic #fluff #comfort #emeto #changjin #hyunbin

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just-mya-writing · 3 years

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wasn't sure if you wanted it where reader is in a relationship with each boy, or if there's just a crush, so I did both cuz why not

Fem!Reader Casually Mentions she Masturbates in Front of the Boys

Kyle (if dating)

Bless this boy

He was picking you up with the plan to take you out to eat

You were running just a liiiittle late

But Kyle is on a schedule

No tardiness allowed

So you knew what to expect when you hopped into the gingers car

His expression a mix between annoyance and amusement

Melted into something sweeter as you kissed him on the cheek

He couldn't even scold you for being twenty minutes late

You clicked your seat belt in place as you should always do as he started the ignition

"So what took so long? Make-up? Getting dressed?" he oh so innocently asked

"Nah, I was masturbating" you jokingly responded

oh dear god

Kyle's mind went blank and his brain shut down

You looked over at him when you realized the car wasn't moving

He sat upright, hands clenching the steering wheel, with his mouth slightly ajar

He was blushing

He was drooling

"...Kyyyyyle..."

"Ah...y-yeah?"

He seemed to snap out of it for a sec, turning to look at you while wiping his mouth

You smirked at him

"Whatcha thinking bout?" You asked with a devilish smile

Kyle turned away quickly, face becoming hotter

"I think...you know"

"Oh?" You smiled, unbuckling your seat belt "I do?"

He sunk down in his seat, hands still on the wheel of the motionless vehicle

"Mmhmm..." he bit his bottom lip as he glanced over at you

His entire face turned two shades of red as you moved from your seat to his

Prying his hands off the wheel and moving the seat back, you sat on your boyfriend's lap, staring into his glossy eyes

"I think you should tell me Kyle" you whispered, leaning close to his face. "What were you thinking when I told you I was masturbating?"

His hands were fidgeting at this point, trying to keep away from your thighs

"What would you think..." you continued, licking your lips mid sentence "if I told you I was thinking about you while I touched myself?"

That finally made him come undone

The two of you spent a long time in his car

Missing your dinner reservations entirely

(if not dating)

Flustering Kyle was so much fun to do

Also incredibly easy

You decided it'd be funny to make him turn as red as his hair while in class one day

"Hey Kyle! I know what I want you to get me for my birthday!"

"...your birthday isn't for another-"

You shut him up by thrusting your laptop in his face, showing him the site and item you were requesting

It was a dildo.

A large, black, twelve inch, pulsating, self lubricating dildo

It was on sale

He immediately started sputtering and looking away from the screen

"Wh-what the hell do you need that for?!" He squeaked

You tilted your head to the side in mock confusion

"To masturbate with...duh."

He immediately covered his face, trying to shake the dirty thoughts of one of his best friends away

You tried not to laugh as he almost groaned out your name

"Pleeeease stoooop" he pleaded, face peaking out just enough to see him blushing intensely

"..."

"...so no dildo?"

Stan (dating)

You were hanging out with your close friends one surprisingly warm day

You had convinced everyone to get some bubble tea

So now everyone was hanging around the local cafe, talking about literally nothing

Jokes, stories, and insults flew by so quickly, there was never a lull in the conversation

Stan had his arm around your waist

His grip tightening anytime you spoke and had all the boys look at you

Somehow someway, the conversation went on a huge tangent and y'all were talking about porn stars

Everyone was naming the hottest actors in multiple categories

You piped in with one you personally liked

The boys went quiet as you took a sip of your drink

"Uh...what?"

You looked at the boys curiously

Kenny had a weird smile on his face

Kyle was blushing

Cartman looked like his brain was malfunctioning

Your boyfriend started at you wildly

"You...you watch porn?" Stan asked hesitantly

"What the hell for?!" Cartman squeaked

"Sex education" you said deadpanned. "I watch when I masturbate! Duh" you rolled your eyes

"Oh ho hoo, you're a dirty little girl, aren't you?" Kenny smirked, earning a deadly glare from Stan

You just shrugged your shoulders

"Y-you can't just say stuff like that out loud!" Kyle sputtered

"How the fuck do you even do it without a dick?" Cartman argued

sigh

"Well you see, I usually start with just two fingers and-"

"Alright! That's enough, we're leaving now" Stan announced, grabbing the hand you were about to use to demonstrate and speed walking away

The comments your friends made behind you only made you laugh and cause Stan to walk faster

The blush on your boyfriend's face becoming more apparent, as well as the boner

(if not dating)

"Lalala, can't hear you, nope. I'm not listening..."

Stan was covering his ears, eyes tightly shut while you continued to laugh

"Awww, c'mon Stan. What's wrong with wanting to feel good?" You joked, bumping his shoulder

The two of you were relaxing on his couch playing video games

You didn't realize casually joking about masturbating to one of characters would cause Stan to break down, yet here you were

"Staaaaaaan, c'mon, we gotta finish" you laughed, trying to look at his face

He was definitely blushing

He grumbled incoherently, picking up his controller. Refusing to look at you as the game continued

...

"...I'd masturbate to that character too."

"Please! Why?!"

Stan couldn't exactly focus on the game anymore

Kenny (dating)

ohhhh man

This boy

He is personally offended if you touch yourself without him

You're just laying with him in your room

Actually, you're laying on the floor, while he searches for your "secret drawer" full of "secret toys"

You can't help but shake your head and joke with him

"I bet you have a purple dragon dildo" he snickered "and at least, like, three vibrators"

You laughed, nodding your head

"Oh wow, yup, you got me. I have a very large collection"

Hearing the sarcasm in your voice, Kenny looked over at you with a smirk

"Heh. Knew it"

He went back to his fake search, continuing to mess with you while you went along with it

"I can't believe I haven't even found a bottle of lube yet" he sighed, faking disappointment

"Yeahhh..." you mumbled, picking at your nails. "I used a lot of toys last night, you might wanna check under the bed"

When you didn't hear any response or movement from the boy, you looked up, angling your neck to look at him

His sad, upside-down figure looked back at you

Puppy eyes, lip out and quivering, he looked like a child that was just told they couldn't have any sweets

"...you masturbated...without me?" His voice raised an octave and he added a few fake sniffles "I thought you loved me..."

You held back a chuckle before turning to lay on your stomach

"I'm sorry baby, I was needy"

"I'm needy!" He exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air

"Awww, you poor thing..." you shook your head. "I'll remember that for the next time"

That made him perk up as he shuffled closer to you

"Next time? When is this illusive next time?" He asked, smile growing wider

You paused to think for a second, sitting up

"...you got condoms on you?"

"Duh"

Turns out that "next time" was a lot closer than either of you thought

(if not dating)

He also casually mentions masturbating

Frequently suggests you two masturbate together

Always laughs when you say it in front of the boys cause watching them freak out is the best kind of entertainment

You and him had a sort of friendly competition to see who could get the other flustered

You won when you described how you thought of him while you touched yourself the other day

was it a lie? the truth will never be revealed

Kenny.exe has stopped working

Congrats, you broke the town slut

Cartman (dating)

NOPE

This boy is too immature to even entertain the idea of you playing with yourself

He doesn't even understand female anatomy

He's never even seen you naked before

So when you oh so casually mention a certain past time of yours, his mind just goes blank

He can't even picture it

His sweet, darling, perfect girlfriend

Masturbating?

"Only dudes masturbate! What the hell are you lying for?!"

Bless your patience

You gotta explain

He doesn't even know where the g-spot is

He didn't even know what the clit was

bully him

next time he’s with the gang

he just obnoxiously goes, “hey fuckers, did you know my girlfriend masturbates??? isn’t that weird?”

congratulations, guess what your friends are gonna be thinking about for the next forever three days

(If not dating)

???

he’s

he’s just

why are you telling him this, why is he listening, why is he thinking

he still thinks girls have balls, like

why

is personally offended each time you allude to it

#south park #kyle broflovski #kenny mccormick #stan marsh #eric cartman #south park x reader #x reader #kyle x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #kenny mccormick x reader #stan marsh x reader #kenny x reader #stan x reader #cartman x reader #sp #south park fanfiction #south park fic

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snlhostharry · 3 years

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try try again

harry x reader

2.2k words

summary: harry wants to propose, but life keeps getting in the way

a/n: first off... I suck at titles... why am I like this.... second off this is my secret santa gift for @jambrosemc ! happy holidays em! hope you like this, you are a super talented writer I just binged all your pieces and I am obsessed. and thank you to @peeterparkr for hosting

The first time he tries is after the first concert he does for Fine Line.

Fine Line at the Forum is a success in all the ways that matter, and Harry is so happy coming off the stage that he almost forgets about his plan to propose all together. When you barge into his dressing room after the show is over, smiling and ecstatic for him he suddenly sees the ring box on the counter and rushes to shove it in his pocket before you can see it.

“That was insane, love,” You say wrapping him into a hug. “I think they really liked it.”

He gives you a cheeky smile, “You think?” You roll your eyes in response, “What gave it away?” He asks, “The frantic screaming or the bra’s that were thrown onto the stage?”

“You should’ve kept a couple,” You tease, “They could’ve been my size.”

He laughs, “If you want one that bad I will buy it for you.”

“I’m holding you to that,” You say, taking a seat on top of the counter. He runs a hand through his hair, knowing that this would be the perfect moment to just get down on one knee. He can see himself doing it, simply bending down and saying the words he’s wanted to say for what feels like forever. “You okay?” You ask him, seeing the look on his face and supposing that he’s thinking about something that happened during the concert. “You did a great job out there, seriously. Everyone really loved it H, the album is spectacular.”

He shakes himself back into the moment, “I know, I know.” He says, and it comes off a little sharper than he means it too, he’s just very much in his own head about this whole thing now. What felt like it would be the perfect moment now feels wrong, like doing it now would cheapen the entire thing. He sighs, “Sorry,” He says, planting himself down on the floor dramatically, “Thank you.”

“We don’t have to go out if you don’t want to,” You tell him, guessing that he’s just tired from a long night. “Let’s get takeout and go home, or go home and get takeout whichever order.”

He smiles, “You ate before the show.”

“That was like three hours ago, and it was a snack, I always planned on eating again, and you were too nervous to eat before the show.”

He hugs his knees to his chest, “Watching you eat an entire kids meal in under five minutes actually helped with the nerves.”

You shrug, “What can I say? I have my moments.”

He stands and presses a kiss to your forehead as you swing your legs over the side of the counter. “You have a lot of moments, I love you.”

“Love you too,” You wait a second before asking, “So home then?”

He thinks about it for a minute, “Yeah.”

“When you call in the food order make sure you put it under my name,” You tell him and he collects his things from the room, “People are beginning to get suspicious when I go into the restaurant to pick up an order for Harry.”

He nods, and gently grabs your hand as the two of you leave. Maybe he’s not going to do it tonight, but he’s more resolved to actually pop the question than ever. He’s just so in love with you that he wants the whole thing to be perfect, and for some reason he has it all in his head that it needs to be a story that the two of you can tell in the future, something meaningful, he just has absolutely no idea what that is.

The second planned attempt is a lot more off the cuff.

You insist on throwing him a birthday party at the house, saying something about wanting to one up your sister who threw a very tasteful christmas party that the two of you went to. Not that your sister was invited seeing as the party was in London, but you knew that there would be enough pictures that she would see that you’re just as good as she is. Harry doesn’t understand it at all, but he decides that he doesn't even want to know how a rivalry like that can develop and leaves it alone.

Objectively, you throw a very nice party. Of course Harry makes it a point to tell you this as often as possible without seeming overly invested in it, because he loves you and he wants you to be proud of your own work just like you want him to be proud of his. It’s hard for him to leave your side at all because he loves to see you talk to his friends and family and seem so happy to do it. You fit right in with everyone and he’s so grateful for that, and it’s as he’s standing there watching you talk to people that it hits him that this could be his moment.

Not in front of everyone because that would be so much more pressure than he needs, but he thinks that after when everyone has finally left the house that he could catch you in the middle of cleaning or something and gently ask you to marry him. He decides that tonight, that’s the plan and he spends the rest of the night just thinking about that. It really is a great party, full of all his favorite things and people, it’s one of those nights where he feels like he loves you so much that his heart might just burst out of his chest.

When finally every last guest has left the house, and things are a bit messy, he can’t seem to find you anywhere. He locks the door behind him, and starts walking through the house calling your name. He checks upstairs, in the kitchen, in all the bathrooms, and nothing. Until finally he walks into the living room and finds you sound asleep on the couch, snoring loudly enough that he’s surprised he didn’t hear it while he was looking. He looks at you and just smiles, suddenly completely fine with the fact that another plan has been ruined. He simply picks you up and takes you to bed, well aware he’s going to have to move onto plan C if he ever wants to get this done.

The next time he tries, you end up surprising him.

Plan C is a nice candlelight dinner at the house, which Harry tried to cook but ended up burning so eventually he relented and ordered food before putting it all together. Of all the plans he had come up with thus far, this one seemed the most foolproof. Everything was already planned: he knew you were going to come home from work at a certain time, he knew that there wouldn't be any distractions, and he had psyched himself up enough that he wasn’t just going to forget about the whole thing like he did the first time.

When the entire table is set up and the ring is in his pocket, he sits waiting for you to come home. He thinks about getting up to change some of the place settings just a little, but when he does he hears the clicking sound of your key in the door and sits back in his seat. After you walk into the house and set your stuff down in the entryway, Harry hears the sound of your shoes on the floor as you excitedly run into the kitchen. When you make it to where he can see you, he sees that you have a megawatt smile on your face and a large box in your hands.

“I have a surprise,” You say, keeping a firm hold of the box.

“I suppose it’s in that box,” He says, leaning over the chair so that he can see.

You roll your eyes but keep smiling, “Yeah, obviously.”

“Do you want me to guess?”

“God no,” You say, “That would take way too long. Basically I was at work today, and Mark has been producing this piece about a no kill animal shelter for a new segment about everyday heroes or whatever which is gross because puff pieces but when the woman came in to do the interview she brought in all these cats, no dogs for some reason, but anyway so we were all playing with the cats because our job is stressful and cats, and then she was like ‘you guys seem so good with these cats, they are looking for homes and-”

He looks at you with a wide eyed expression, “You didn’t.”

You ceremoniously walk over to the table, open the box and pull a small orange cat into your arms, “You bet your ass I did.” You gently pet the cat, which mews quietly from your arms, “She does not have a name mostly because I couldn’t think of any.”

“We talked about pets like a week ago, briefly.”

You give a guilty smile, “Yeah but I felt like I really needed this cat. I live here now, we live here, and I finally feel like I’m settled-” You sit down at the table and sigh, “I think I might be nesting, which is kind of gross but I don't know. I love you, and I love being here and I finally feel stable enough to get a freaking cat so that’s the explanation I have.”

He can’t stop himself from breaking into a smile, even though he knows his plans have been thwarted again. (He thinks later, after the moment has already passed that he very well could’ve done it right then and there after you’d given a whole speech about the two of you being stable). He shakes his head after looking at you making funny faces at the cat like it’s a child, “Okay hand her over.”

You hand her over and say, “I will not accept any names that have to go with the fact that she’s a ginger, because that’s just lame.”

“Well seeing as those were my only ideas-”

You sigh, “We will think of something, just not now because you got dinner and I’m starving.”

“What’s she going to eat?”

“I got food and a bowl, and a bunch more things being delivered within the next week or two.”

“Did you go out and buy a box just for the dramatic reveal?”

“Yes, I did and it was totally worth it.”

The cat’s name ends up being Hillary, after you discover an affinity for pet names that are usually person names. Something about the way you’ll end up talking about Hillary in polite conversation and someone will have to ask you who that is makes you want to choose it overall. Even though Harry is not sure about the sudden change at first, he soon becomes best friends with Hillary, and you often find the two of them cuddled up together on the couch. She likes to listen to him play music just as much as you do as it turns out.

Harry is still trying to think of a way to propose. So much time has passed since he bought the ring, and the first time that he planned to pop the question that he wonders if he’ll ever find the right time to do it or if you’ll just end up asking him one day because it’s all gone too far. One afternoon when the two of you are relishing a rare shared day off, he watches you cook lunch in the kitchen and decides that now is the time to do it. No more excuses, no more surprises, just him and you and the question on the tip of his tongue for too long.

When you put all of the food on plates, and set them out on the counter he walks over and just looks at you. It weirds you out at first so you ask, “What? Is there something on my face?”

He gets down on one knee and you still are very confused about what he’s doing. You open your mouth to ask him, but the realization suddenly hits you and you cover your mouth with your hands.

“y/n,” He says, “I have been waiting to ask you this for what feels like forever. And everytime that the plan fell through you somehow managed to make me want to marry you even more. I love you so much, I love everything about you, how excited you get about your work, how much you love Hillary and how supportive you are whenever I do anything. I love our life here, and I want to be with you forever. Will you marry me?”

You don’t say anything for a second, still shocked, “Yes of course.” He stands and kisses you, slipping the ring onto your finger. “I was wondering when you would ask me.”

“You knew?”

“I saw it that night after the forum,” You say, “I figured you got nervous.”

“And you just let me flounder here for almost six months?”

“Yes,” You smile, “I figured you wanted to do it on your own terms.”

“Next time just call me out love, because I sat on this for too long.”

#peetersanta #why am I posting this so late? because Im ~impatient~#I need feedback NOW #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #harry styles x y/n #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles imagine #harry styles one shot #harry styles fic #my writing

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differentkettleoffishalltogether · 3 years

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I’m On Fire [Chapter 2]

With her sister’s wedding fast approaching and her Mom hounding her about finding a date, Y/N makes a terrible decision that lands her and her least favorite genius in a confusing situation.

Chapter Summary: Y/N and Spencer start to put a plan together.

A/N: I’ve got a head cold at the mo’ but I had to get a covid test just in case so I’m not allowed leave my room till I get the results! So enjoy a bonus chapter while I wallow on my own for like 36 hours :( On a positive note, thank you guys all so much for the response to chapter 1 I really didn’t see that coming! I’ve tagged everyone who asked, let me know if you wanna be added

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem Reader

Category: Fake Dating, Enemies to Lovers, (Eventual) Smut, Fluff, Angst, it’s a Slow Burn Baby

Warnings: Cursing, some NSFW language/themes

Word Count: 6.1k

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"Are you coming up or what?"

The question was still ringing in my ears. It caught me completely off guard. 'Up' as in up to Spencer's apartment? Where he lived? I knew he lived somewhere in theory, just like I knew deep down that he wasn't made in a test tube.

Without noticing I've undone my seatbelt and I'm hopping out of the car, following him around to the front door. I guess I am coming up.

Spencer's apartment is more cosy than I thought it was going to be. It's warm and lived in. It's not big, but I think that might be what makes it homely. Something about the way he behaves had me thinking it would be fully decked out in stainless steel or glass or something. But it wasn't pristine, it was messy.

There were books bursting from the shelves that lined the walls of the apartment, along with books laid open over nearly every surface in the place, it looked like he was in the middle of reading all of them, and honestly, I didn't doubt it. Maybe I'd misjudged him. He even had some photos of what looked like his family, and maybe friends, even some of the BAU, lining his walls or propped up on his mantle. He had little trinkets and souvenirs on his shelves too, evidence that he'd been around the country for reasons other than a case. I would never admit it to him but there was a real charm to the place.

Once we got inside he took off his bag and suit jacket, tossing them on the desk just inside of the door. I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do, and he seemed to pick up on my awkward energy.

"You can make yourself at home" he said, his confident streak remaining. I had no idea what to do with that. What would even make me comfortable in Spencer Reid's apartment? I took a seat on his sofa and just sat with my hands resting in my lap. Really not even sure where I should look without feeling like I was invading his privacy. Even though I wanted to. I think it was morbid curiosity, looking for clues on who this man might actually be outside of the BAU. What I really wanted to do was stand up and walk around, soaking in every bit if this place as if it would help me decipher our messy relationship.

He returned to the living room a few moments later, two mismatched mugs in his hands. He places one in front of me on the coffee table. I pick it up and take a sip. It's lemon and ginger, how did he know what kind of tea I liked? I held the mug in my hands inhaling the steam in an effort to relax. When I look up he's watching me, arms folded across his chest.

"So, how does this thing work. What's the game plan?" I honestly have no real idea. This evening really got away from me, I was still expecting to snap out of it and wake up in my bed at any moment.

"Well I can't say I've ever been in a Sandra Bullock movie before either so this is uncharted territory for me too" I say with a chuckle, trying to ease the tension. Even a little. I can see him crack a small smile but hides it almost instantly, his face hardening again.

"My sister, Margot, she's getting married in like 4 months." I can feel myself tense and I shake out my shoulders, I have to remind myself that he's agreed to this already, "Fuck it, I'm just going to be honest with you. My Mom's mostly freaked out that I'm too attached to this job and that I'll just never find someone again." I shouldn't have said again, fuck. I hope he didn't pick up on that. Who am I kidding. "Even though, I'm not sure I care if I do or don't?" he doesn't say anything, like he's waiting for me to continue. I know I've shared a little too much already but I keep going.

"Margot's 2 years younger than me, I introduced her to her fiancé Philip, we met in college, he's a sweetheart. But since they've gotten engaged Mom's gotten exponentially weirder. I think she's convinced I'm fully going to die alone, as if that would be the worst thing that could ever happen? Anyway, she's been trying to auction me off to all these guys, using this wedding as an excuse. I'm not sure how much of that phone call you actually heard earlier but Mom was trying to sell me on this guy, David, and I just… snapped." I look up at Spencer and he unfolds his arms, leaning in ever so slightly coaxing the story out of me.

"David, he uh, he worked for my father for a while back in high school, filing documents and stuff, busy work mostly. He used to make out with me when he was at our house after school, but then he'd ignore me in the halls the next morning. I know it's because I was a pariah back then or something but I didn't want to think about it today and I just got worked up. I shouldn't have let on that you were my date, I was just going to ask if I could bring Garcia or something, and I'm sorry." I cover my face in my hands, "I'm insane, you can back out if you want to."

I can hear him move from his spot on the opposite side of the sofa, he takes my wrists and gently pulls my hands from my face. He looks into my eyes, "I'm in this now Y/N, what do you need me to do?" he asks, and there's a genuine earnest in his voice that I think I've only ever heard a handful of times. And it's never been directed at me.

"Okay, well we've got a few months before you ha–, wait, fuck!" I throw my head back, there's already a complication, "shit" I curse under my breath. His eyebrows knit together, sitting upright.

"What's the matter?" he asks.

"I forgot about my Mom's 50th, it's next month. They've got this whole huge party planned back home in upstate New York. I've gotta go and they'll probably want to meet you, or they're gonna have a load of questions for me at least. I can try and get you out of it I'm sure"

He gets that cocky look again, he shakes his head "I don't know, I've always liked a bit of competition" he reclines back into his corner of the sofa, taking a satisfied sip from his own mug before speaking again. "You know, if I've got to learn enough to pass as your boyfriend in a month, surely that means you've got to learn enough to pass as my girlfriend within the month, no?"

Oh god. What have I done, why didn't I think this far ahead. "I mean, yeah I guess you're right." I had to remember he was doing me a favor. I had to get over myself. "Okay, if you're sure you're up for that?" I ask, and he nods, and I think he looks excited, or maybe he just finds the whole situation funny.

"If anyone's up for the competition it's you" he says, and I'm not sure if that's a compliment or a dig but I nod in agreement.

He takes another sip of his tea, collected and relaxed. I can't help but notice how at ease he is when he's in his own surroundings. I'm so used to seeing him sitting at a desk surrounded by paperwork, or combing through file after file in the make-shift office in a small-town police station, usually flustered or anxious, or antagonizing me whenever he wasn’t. This was a different Spencer. Completely in control, at ease.

"Alright, shall we get started then, we can't really afford to waste any time can we?" he was actually sort of right, so I nodded. It was only now occurring to me that I'd have to share parts of my personal life with him if I wanted this plan to work. We already knew the basics about each other, I'd read his file when I started at the BAU, I'd read everyones. And I feel like it was safe to presume he'd done the same.

His eyes bore directly into mine as he leaned forward, I think he was enjoying how uncomfortable I must've looked.

"How about I ask you some rapid-fire questions and you have to answer 'em?" he asks, and it's as good of a plan as any, and I can't think of any other suggestions, so I nod.

"Okay, shoot." I say, unsure and nervous, so I brace myself. I'm just grateful that he's making my life easier rather than harder for what feels like the first time since I met him.

I really should've known better.

He leans in, "So Y/N, first question, when did you lose your virginity?"

I almost choke on the mouthful of tea I just took, that can't be what he just asked, and he looks like he's savoring my shocked expression.

"I uh, I don't think you need to know that?" is all I can get out.

"Really? You think that's something your boyfriend wouldn't know about you?" he's right, but I didn't want to admit it outright.

"I feel like I sort of already hinted. It was that same guy David, I was 18, he was 19. We had sex on the couch while my parents went out one evening. I kept my bra on the whole time, he came, I didn't. It was all very standard stuff." I wasn't sure what compelled me to add that last part. I think I was giving in to the open honestly thing. "So what about you Doc?" I challenged.

He didn't seem embarrassed, or even shy. "I must've bloomed little later than you" he admits with a soft chuckle, "Vivian Stewart, I was 21, she was too. It was the last semester of my last PhD and I figured I must be missing out on something. And I sure was" he smirks to himself. "I came, she did too, 3 times. I did a lot of research ahead of time" he mirrored my story and I rolled my eyes. It was hard not to feel a little impressed but I tried with everything I had to stifle it so he couldn't tell. I wish it didn't make me feel something but it did. I gulp down the mouthful of tea that's been sitting in my throat.

I have to shake myself back to reality. I can't give him the satisfaction of throwing me. "My turn." I command, "When was your last relationship Dr. Reid?" I ask, "I mean like, serious one, not like hook-up" I clarify before he can ask. He thinks on it for a moment.

"I'm not sure what you classify as fully serious, but I guess it was this girl, Rebecca, we dated for a while when I first joined the BAU but it didn't work out. What about you?" he flips it back.

"So that was what, like 6-ish years ago?" I ask, he just nods.

"Mine was like 3 years ago now I think. I met this guy Nathan on my first week of college, we dated for like 4 years. He moved here for me when I got accepted by the BAU." I had to stop myself from delving into the detail. It was a long time ago now but it still hurt. "Long story short, the hours were demanding and they got in the way more than I would've liked. We ended up splitting a couple months after I got the job." I tried to play it off like it wasn't one of the more devastating things to happen in my life. But something told me he’d registered that, so he didn't push.

His energy picks up and he looks at me with a grin, but there's something a little sinister behind it. "I've got a more fun question for you." he leans in closer to me, "Y/N, when was the last time you got laid?" I just looked at him in shock.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me, I can go first if you really need me to?" his voice didn't waver,

"Fuck you Reid, I know when it was!" I snapped back at him. I did have to think back a little farther than I'd like to pull up the memory.

"Met this guy in a bar when I was out with Pen one night, we went back to his place and hooked up." I say as deadpan as I can make it.

"Well that's not very exciting is it?" he jokes, "Did you at least cum that time?" I know he's just trying to rile me up, but I answer anyway.

"As a matter of fact I did" I earn back a little of my confidence.

"I'm so happy for you, but you did manage to avoid my initial question" fuck "when was this exciting night of yours Y/N?" he probes, like I really, really wished he wouldn't. I could lie, but I'm sure he'd be able to tell. I cringe before I can say it.

"About 8 months ago" I mutter, just low enough for him to hear.

"Sorry, did you just say 8 months ago?" He nearly shouts in disbelief, he seems to find it funny.

"Hey fuck you Spencer!" I go on the defensive, "When was the last time you even got laid?"

"Like two and half weeks ago" he says, confident, and still laughing, "Wait wait, when was the last time you got yourself off? I know you're not waiting 8 months!" he giggles and I think I could kill him. I know I kept giving him outs but was it too late for me to just get up and leave?

"I'm not doing this with you if you're just gonna make fun of me Reid, I get enough of that at work" I get out, my voice is serious but I'm trying to hide how awkward all of this is making me feel, and I don't know that I'm doing a very good job.

I can tell that's gotten to him, he relaxes and eases up on the giggling. "Look okay wait Y/N. I'll stop, I'm not actually trying to make fun of you. I was being serious, I think stuff like this is important if we're gonna have to be comfortable around each other enough to seem like a real couple. Plus, it'll just help break the ice?" he shrugs. "But you don't have to answer if you don't want to."

I soften, because I agree, even thought I hate that he's right. "Fine" I collect my thoughts, "2 nights ago I'm pretty sure." I regret it almost instantly, but breaking the ice is supposed to feel awkward.

"Same here actually," he chuckles, "what'd you do?" I'm so startled by the question I almost forget how to answer.

"I, uh, my, my vibrator? I just felt like uh, I watched some..." I still can't force out a whole sentence. It's not like I was always awkward about sex or anything, I could talk to Garcia, or honestly probably any of the other team members about it. But with Spencer it didn't feel as comfortable. He still sat calmly, smiling just a little.

"Same here, 2 nights back, but with my hands I guess. I wonder if we were doing it at the same time?" he mutters the last part gently and my head goes a bit fuzzy. My eyes drift away from his face and settle on his hands, the mug he's holding looks so tiny with his fingers wrapped around it, I wondered how they'd look wrapped around my-

"Okay I think that's enough for one night, don't you think?" I jump up off the sofa and turn, mostly so that he doesn't catch the blush thats creeping from my neck up to my cheeks. And because I don't know what I'll say, or regret saying, if this conversations continues on its current trajectory.

"Sure," he says, standing up next to me, and I want to move further away instantly, "you're probably right, and it's getting a little late now anyway" he glances at his watch. Ushering me back towards his front door and opening it up. Before I can walk out he lightly touches my shoulder to turn me back to face him, and I wonder if he can feel the heat radiating from every part of me.

"So are you free next Friday after work?" he asks, and I'm so flustered I almost forget why, I just nod. "Perfect, how about we come here again and we can dive into preparing? You could also make a start on getting these onto a hard drive?" he gestures to the antique looking hardbacks adorning the shelves.

'Sounds great!" I perk up, feigning enthusiasm, "See you then!"

"Well, see you Monday morning actually Y/N" he smirks as I walk out the door. Fuck, he was right.

I really hadn't thought this through.

——

The weekend was a bit of a blur. I decided to try and put some useful information into a document for Spencer. It felt strange to try and condense my life into as few pages as possible. I knew Reid had an eidetic memory, and nothing would necessarily overwhelm him. But I also knew that he was someone that the team relied on to fill in a lot of the gaps in the rest of the our knowledge. So I felt bad about dumping a load of information on him, especially considering it was a favor he was doing for me.

I'd complied the majority of my life into a 15 page document and printed it out. Hopefully that would address most of what my family could guerrilla attack him with. There was also something unsettling about the imbalance. I was going to give him so many of the intricate details of my life in a little file, whereas all I really knew about Spencer was what I'd taken it upon myself to learn about him throughout the past few years.

I'd read all of his work while I was in college, given how he was the gold standard of getting into the BAU at a young age, I wanted to know who this guy was. I think I'd pictured something different. And I couldn't deny there was something enticing about finally getting to know him after all of these years of working together. Maybe this could actually be fun, or interesting at least.

----

I arrived early on Monday morning. I thought I was first into the office as usual but Garcia was sitting in my desk chair waiting for me. The second she saw me walk in she tensed, she must've known we were the only people in this early.

"What happened! You've been avoiding me all weekend?" she asked, and she was right. I'd drafted enough texts to her, trying to explain what the plan was, mostly without wanting to admit that she was right. Maybe I was stubborn.

"Alright okay, I drove Reid home." I admitted, dropping my bag by my desk. She rolls her eyes at me, dramatic as always.

"Well I knew that already Y/N damn! What happened next?"

"Fine, we went into his apartment and talked for a while. Trying to sort out the details, get a handle on things I guess?" I said, unsure of how much I should actually give away about our conversation.

"What things!?" She shouts, standing up from my desk,

"I don't know Pen, like logistics and stuff, I still haven't decided how I feel about that little stunt you pulled on Friday night!" I let my frustration get the better of me, and maybe that's why I haven't talked to her. It could also be because I know she's able to read me like a book and I'm not even sure how I feel about this whole situation.

"I call bullshit." She counters, "I know you were relived as hell when I sorted that whole thing out. You would've had anxiety tummy all weekend if I hadn't called Spencer!" I just go silent, she was right. I'd gotten so caught up in the whole, 'how to have a fake boyfriend' that I'd almost forgotten about how stressed I was about Spencer hearing my call in the first place.

"Okay, shit" I sigh. "Maybe you were right Pen. We're actually meeting up again this Friday after work to make a plan for the next while, so I guess that's progress?" I shrug, trying to play it off like this whole situation doesn't make my stomach flip.

"Ohhhhh! So like a date?" She probes, her enthusiasm rising drastically.

"Oh my God Pen no! Like an appointment at best" I diffuse the situation

"Ugh that's no fun" she says, not even trying to disguise her disappointment.

As if on cue Dr. Reid walks through the double doors into the bullpen. Both Garcia and I wave, overall awkwardly, but making an attempt pretend like things were completely normal and like nothing had changed since the last time we were all in the office together.

Penelope heads to her office as the bullpen starts to fill up quickly. Less than an hour later though Garcia's back at my desk and there's a new case that needs the teams attention in Boston. I follow her into the conference room and wait for the rest of the team to join. Spencer follows a moment later with 2 cups of coffee in his hands. I can see my mug in his hand and my automatic response is that he's messing with me. But he places my mug in front of me in the circular table before taking the seat next to me, listening to Garcia's briefing. I don't know if he's ever sat next to me in this conference room, at least not by choice.

I barely had any time to finish my coffee before I have to say goodbye to Garcia and hop on the jet to Boston.

----

The case was grueling. More so than usual. It was wrapped up late on Thursday night and the team decided to fly back home first thing on Friday morning. I was exhausted. Even if there was enough time to get sleep each night it wasn't like I got any. Whenever a case got on top of me like this it made it hard to rest, or get it off my mind at all until it was wrapped up. So even though it was over, that didn't mean I wasn't exhausted.

Hotch gave the team the rest of the day off, given that we have until submit our paperwork by Monday. I wasn't sure if Spencer's invitation from the following week still stood. I didn't want to ask, partly because I was so tired, but also because I was scared. I wasn't about to show up at his house in an effort to have a heart to heart, or hand him a condensed version of my life story on a manilla envelope if he was as drained as I was.

Standing by my desk I packed up everything I'd need to get my paperwork done over the weekend, I was just about finished when Spencer snuck up behind me, perching himself on the edge of my desk. "So, you almost ready to go?" he asks, like it's the most obvious question in the world. I couldn't really hide my surprise.

"Oh yeah. That's fine, I mean, if you're still cool with that?" I ask, and I hate how flustered I sound, like he makes me nervous.

"Of course, why wouldn't I be?" He chuckles, standing up straight.

"Cool, gimme a sec and I'll be good to go."

I pack up the rest of my stuff quickly and we make our way out. There's something that feels a little eerie about the two of us being in an elevator together alone again. It was a different kind of awkward to how it felt a week before hand. It almost felt like a kind of tension rather than a hatred or a rivalry. Either way we rode down in silence.

Once we got to the basement Spencer walks out of the elevator and walks straight to my car without having to ask. I unlock it and he hops into the passenger seat. Like this is a natural interaction. Something we do all the time. And I don't hate it as much as I thought I would.

"So," he says, buckling up his seat belt and breaking the silence, "do you know how to get to my place from here or do you need directions again?"

"Well I've got to turn on the engine first" I tease, hoping he picks up on the reference to our last car ride, he chuckles like he does.

"Are you hungry?" he asks

"Starving."

The delivery guy get's to Spencer's apartment at almost the same time we do.

---

Once the food's been demolished the two of us finally sit on his sofa, the same sides as the week before. "So, shall we get back into this?" He asks, sitting forward slightly to pull a notebook out of his satchel on the floor. It's small and lavender, and it's got a pen clipped into the spine. He cracks it open and flips to a specific page.

"Sorry, what's that?" I ask, pointing to the book, he looks confused,

"They're my notes?" he says, like it should be obvious

"Your notes?" I ask,

"My notes on you." he smirks, again like I'm silly for even asking.

He had notes on me? He had a whole notebook on me? What was even in that thing?

"You've got notes on me?" I ask, my hands reaching out to grab it, but he retreats faster than I can catch him. "What have you got in there that's so serious?"

"Nothing." and his tone's a bit too stern and I don't really want to push it when he's being so uncharacteristically nice to me.

"I've actually got this ready for you" I pull the file out of my own bag and toss it to him. "I'm not sure exactly what you need to know but that should be the majority of it at least."

He opens it up and glances over the the pages. It takes him all of 2 minutes to get through the whole thing. It feels unsettling that he's taking in a boiled down version of my life while I'm just sitting on the opposite side of the sofa. Trying to avoid the attention I pipe up.

"Um, hey, maybe it would be a good time for you to show me where to make a start digitizing your books over here?" I stand up and make my way to the shelf. He jumps up off the sofa and walks toward me, visibly excited.

"That's actually a great idea, I thought that the theses from my degrees could be a good place to start, since I'm pretty sure they're not backed up anywhere." he guides me to a section of the book case by the window. There's a series of leather bound hardbacks, the same gold font embossed on the spines. I recognize all of them, pulling out the first one.

"This is my favorite" I say without thinking about it and he does a double take, clearly thrown.

"You've, uh, you read my work?" he asks, completely puzzled. I'm sort of proud that I've managed to make him this awkward, and I nod.

"Mmhm, back before I joined the BAU actually. Before I really knew you" I regret saying the last part, it comes out a little meaner than I really wanted it to so I back track. "Spencer, I read all of your work while I was in college, you were like the gold standard. I don't think I slept more than 2 hours a night throughout my PHD because I was just trying to get as much done as you." and his face softens at the admission. But it takes him a moment before he responds. Leaving the two of us in silence a little too long.

"I had no idea" is all he says.

"I think this one was best" I say propping up the one in my hand, "you get a bit cockier as you move on” His eyebrows shoot up in surprise, "but I'll start with all of these I guess" I grab the matching books and stack them in my arms. Walking over to his desk and setting up. Glancing at the clock it was only 7pm so I decided to just make a start.

Spencer didn't contest. Letting me just get settled at his desk, I pull out my laptop and begin work on transcribing the first volume. After a few minutes he silently places a cup of tea down beside me and goes to sit on the sofa. The time rolls in quickly after that, each time I look up at Spencer he's carefully combing through the file I'd given him. Re-reading it and making little markings in his lavender notebook. I'm not really sure what I put in there that was worth making a note on but clearly he was reading between the lines on some things. That little notebook was like a profile of me.

When he seemed like he'd finished writing he pulls out his phone, scrolling through it aimlessly like I'd never seen him do before. It made him look so normal. His eyebrows knit together as he's looking at something on his screen and he stands up. Making his way over to me at the desk and shows me what he was looking at.

"Who's this?" he asks, "This guy you're with?"

I recognize the photo instantly. It's from a few years earlier, Nathan and I on the beach, my head resting on his chest. He'd taken it while we were on vacation celebrating our anniversary. That was about a month before I got into the BAU, I had no idea that was going to be our last anniversary. I gulp down the emotions that it stirs. I'm mostly over the whole thing by now, but looking at old photos like that, photos of happier times, it can still sting.

"That's uh, the boyfriend I was telling you about last week. Nathan, we broke up not long after I joined the BAU?" he nods, but he's smart, and I kind of figure he already knew that.

"Ah alright" he takes out the hardback and jots another note down. Maybe he's trying to get a read on me.

"What are you doing?" I gesture to the phone,

"It's research, do you not think that if you and I were really dating that stalking your social media profiles would be on my agenda?" he's smug, and he's right. But I guess I just didn't expect it from him.

"Well that's not really fair now is it? I can't reciprocate, you've got no social media presence whatsoever!" he finds that funny, letting out a deep chuckle and tucking his phone away in his back pocket.

"Maybe so, but that imbalance is hardly my fault. Besides, you've read all my dissertations apparently..."

"Bastard" I joke, slamming my laptop shut and throwing a pen from his desk at him so that it lightly bounces off the top of his head.

"Hey, there's no need for violence Y/N!" he rubs the spot beneath his curls, "Maybe it's time you took a break actually?" he says, sitting himself back down on the sofa.

I was reluctant to admit it but he was right. My eyes were starting to go a little fuzzy after looking at the screen for so long. I stand up and stretch my arms out above my head, feeling my spine stretch out after sitting for so long, letting out a low groan. Spencer waves me over to the sofa and I join him.

"How about we go back to basics?" Spencer asks with a small grin, and I can't help but let out a long sigh.

"I thought I was taking a break, no more questions" he just laughs at me,

"Relax, you're not that interesting, it's just a simple question." he states, and I'm not sure if I'm supposed to find it funny or offensive

"Ugh, fine, shoot"

"Well, actually it's two questions" he corrects, "what's your favorite movie, and what's your favorite snack?"

I'm confused mostly by the fact that it actually is a simple question, I was expecting something a lot more contentious, but also because he looks eager to know the answer.

"I'm not really sure what my favorite movie is to be honest, one of them is Night of the Living Dead?"

He nods to himself, and jots it down in the notebook again, "Alright, I can make that work" he stands up off the sofa before turning back to me, "and snack?"

"Peanut butter cups I guess?" I respond and he grins ear to ear, which is a completely new sight, and I like it way more than I thought I would.

"Perfect, gimme 2 minutes!" he leaves the living room and wanders towards the kitchen.

Spencer returns a few minutes later with a DVD, a packet of peanut butter cups , and a thick knitted blanket gathered in his arms. He drapes the blanket over me and gently places the peanut butter cups on top of it before popping the DVD into the player and sitting down beside me. I'm not really sure how to process any of the situation. Am I about to watch a movie on Spencer Reid's sofa? Sitting next to Spencer Reid?

"I... I, uh, thought you were just asking for your notes?" I ask, pointing at the notebook resting in his lap. He picks it up and throws it onto the coffee table.

"Sometimes I find experience is the best teacher, don't you?" he asks before pressing play, “And besides, it should keep you quiet for a whole 96 minutes” of course.

I can only nod in agreement, I'm not really sure what I'll say if I try to speak. I get myself cosy under the warm blanket and we watch the movie in near silence.

Once the credits roll Spencer finally speaks up, "I actually went to see a screening of this last month downtown, there was this little old horror movie fest-" I cut him off without really realizing, I'm just strangely excited that we've genuinely got something in common.

"Holy shit, I was there!" I say, more enthusiastic than the situation calls for.

He laughs at my excitement, "Well, I guess we have more overlap than I thought, that should probably help with the whole charade." he stretches his arms up over his head and let's out a small, gentle yawn. I'd been enjoying myself more than I thought I would, or would ever tell Spencer, that I'd almost forgotten that we'd both been on a case for almost every waking moment of the past week. I really should feel a lot more drained than I do.

I was just after midnight when I suggested that I head back home. I offered to take some of the books home to work on throughout the weekend but Spencer insisted that I just work on them whenever I came over again. I sort of felt like I should thank him for the evening when I was on my way out the door, or give him a quick hug, no that felt wrong. In the end all I could really muster was a lousy, "goodnight" and a meek wave on my way out the door before I drove home. And couldn't get to sleep.

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