#i just meant to write the first sentence of this and then suddenly i came to and this whole thing was on my computer screen

[this-is-a-podcast-fanblog]

Do Fink or Cranor even remember that Welcome to Desert Bluffs exists? Do they ever go through their desks and find a crumpled old piece of the Mudstone Abyss script, chuckle quietly, and toss it away with the fleeting thought of “I don’t need the physical script anymore, it’s all on the computer.” Do they awaken in the dead of night to hear a rustling in the wastebin, a slight scratching that could just be some irritating critter, and throw off the covers thinking ugh, now I have to call the exterminator, maybe I can catch it and take it outside, and go to retrieve whatever thing is under the fluttering scrap of paper, only to feel a searing burn as their hand touches the first few words? To turn and gaze out the window and find that what was once an inky night, mostly void, partially stars, has instead been turned into the brilliance of a cloudless midsummer day in an open field of mirrors, with the slight twinge of staring directly into a solar eclipse? Do they see blood on the walls, and a smile in the mirror that is not their smile, and as they try to throw away the still rustling paper, as they try to burn it along with the other scripts, the ones now raining from a suddenly-outdoor sky, are their hands grappling for desperately needed items just out of reach? I hope so. I hope that in this place, my voice will be with them. I hope I can tell them, “Remember what you have forgotten. Remember what you have forgotten. Remember what you have forgotten.” Do you think they feel regret? 

[popponn]

i didn't expect to see a future with you.

summary: it began as another fun and beneficial thing to have. until suddenly, it was about wanting ‘you and him for a very long time’. (in other words, he really didn’t mean to fall for you. really.)

characters: kaiser, reo, nagi.

notes: i tried to write about l word without mentioning it once. i hope i manage to get them right, this is my first time writing reo and kaiser especially. warning: relationships that started as casual and unserious, gacha at nagi's part. i really like fall later and harder troupe recently...

kaiser

months ago, if kaiser knew you got a fever, he would type a message of ‘get well soon’ without much meaning behind it along with a few extra sentences just to charm it all up. he would just cancel the date the two of you were supposed to be having and do anything else. practice, review his performance, or hell maybe have a different date and have fun with someone else. it was written all over the place, how this thing between you and him were anything but serious. he would never ask for your care, therefore he wouldn’t give you anything other than ‘the fun’ either.

and yet, here he sat on your bedside, porridge in hand like a nagging nanny because a moronic idiot—you—thought it was smart to walk through a storm instead of calling him or someone to pick you up. the thought of relationships and definitions and such as became the furthest thing in his mind the moment you called him with your slurred voice. you, being a helpless mush that could only wrap yourself with a blanket, couldn’t exactly protest to both his presence and harsh words. kaiser certainly didn’t shy away from calling you names—incompetent fool, being one of the tamer ones—the moment he arrived at your bedroom with medicines.

after cursing you and your useless outdated static of a brain, kaiser ushered you into the bed as he searched through your cabinets and ordered foods for your empty stomach. under the haze of your fever, you apologized to him and thank him. kaiser just gave you another comment about being stupid and baited a laugh from you. it was raspy and uglier than usual, but kaiser thought it would suffice. then, like a noisy sickly chatterbox, you asked why he choose you instead of his ‘anything else’.

“…it’s because I’m not an idiot,” Michael Kaiser replied to you after a long moment of silence. His back was turned towards you, the tone in his voice unshaken and flat, yet undeniably honest. “I know what I want.”

Your head throbbed painfully not truly understanding what he meant. But for him, you pushed out a chuckle, “’s that so, Michael…?”

“Do you even know what you are saying?” he shot back, his blurry figure walking closer towards you. As the view of his profile became clearer, you realized how you couldn’t quiet put a name on his expression. “Just rest up, you big baby.”

reo

as cruel as it was to say this, reo didn’t exactly begin with seeing you as a ‘person’. to him, you were more of the embodiment of ‘momentary excitements, rest, and escapism’. somewhere for him to have fun without thinking much, a someone who he could interact without any law of cause and effect following him. reo was certain you too saw him the same way. the two of you were a ‘why not?’ that could and would end like a passing breeze. it was nice, but it wouldn’t last long.

then, slowly came the late night chats, the voice notes filled with mundane things and lame jokes. afterwards, long talks about both anything and nothing followed. you came to his match, you were introduced to his teammates, you were a presence that was almost became a constant in every hour reo spent awake. and reo knew more than anyone else that he didn’t hate it when he watched you cry uglily at a movie he didn’t bother to pay attention to. in a way, he knew he was gone.

snotty and messy, your hand blindly reached around his sofa for a box of tissues. reo couldn’t take his eyes away from you as he laughed lightly and pushed the tissues towards you. hearing his chortles, you threw your cold feet towards his lap. you were looking at him with a pissed off questioning look whilst reo could only think how he could do this everyday.

“Is it even that sad?” Mikage Reo asked, teasing even when he slowly shifted your legs to comfortably rest on his lap. When the ‘pissed off’ look on your face intensified, Reo wondered if you would let him took a photo. For what, he didn’t exactly know either, but he certainly would be happy if you would let him.

“It’s about him finally realizing what he should have done, Reo!” you said, as if it answered everything. Reo could only chuckle—because perhaps it did. “Stop laughing! I didn’t laugh the last time you cried at that lame movie!”

He pushed himself closer towards you, a smile that felt like it wouldn’t die down plastered itself on his face. As the space between the two of you disappeared and you slotted yourself on his side like a piece long gone, he leaned his head against yours and didn’t stop himself from wrapping a hand on your shoulder. Still with a feeling he would soon said out loud to you, Reo continued to laugh merrily, “Come on, don’t say that. Here, here, let me wipe off those tears.”

nagi

the two of you started as a pair of gaming buddies simply because he found you funny and became what was pretty much ‘maybe-dating by convenience but still play together every now and then’ because one of his nosy sponsors who would love nagi to date his daughter. you were not troublesome, you did not ask much from nagi, you did not disturb his soccer career, and you seemed to like choki a lot. nagi didn’t exactly understand why you ‘date’ him, but if the comments from his friends were anything to go by, he supposed whatever reason you had were not terrible for him in any way.

the two of you sometimes hang around his room. usually it because you wanted to pull a gacha character and demanded nagi’s hands for luck. nagi didn’t exactly get it, but it wasn’t rare for you to made an interesting expression depending on what you got, so he supposed it was entertaining in a way. and each time the two of you did this, he also found it was fun to sit beside you and had you grab his hand for ‘luck’.

then the sunset came through from the window that day and you grabbed his hand yet again. suddenly, nagi found it unsurprising for him to remember every contour and corner of your hand. his eyes were trained on your face, watching you focusing on your phone screen and it felt like seeing you for the first time. when he intertwined your fingers with his as you cheered, it felt natural.

“Did you get her?” Nagi Seishirou leaned his weight towards you, letting the bed tilted along with him. He let you held his hand tighter as you too pressed your side to him. A grin that was bright and messy plastered itself on your face and Seishirou thought it suited the color of sunset. “You get her, huh? Yay.”

You were still buzzing with joy and excitement, your other hand reaching over him to hug his head to your chest. “Thank you! Thank you! Sei, I owe you!”

“Owe me, huh…?” Seishirou tried his best to think of a respond, but honestly all he could think of was how pleasant it was to be hugged by you, even if you probably weren’t thinking much of the action. Perhaps he really was as lucky as you had stated through big words and stressed intonations. As he returned your hug, Seishirou said, “Then, can I ask something for my payment?”

[seuonji]

night shift ★彡 xu minghao

xu minghao x yn ln

彡when yn’s juniors finds trouble with some fellow college mates, yn goes through mountains just to get them justice, even if it means needing to infiltrate and make friends with the most intimidating clique on campus.

masterlist

#11 monopoly! | #12 an easy man! | #13 kuromi pic!

notes: there’s a writing part under the cut! (1.7k words)

you stood infront of the door not knowing what to expect. you could hear the faint party music despite being outside, it felt like this was the type of situation that would end up with the house getting raided by the police. if that wasn’t unsettling enough, this was an apartment unit, surely they were getting noise complaints?

but you couldn’t care less, all you cared about was getting whatever gossip you needed. for vernon, right? ironically you wanted this so called mission to be over with just so that jeonghan could get off your ass.

you knocked the pale white door and waited for a response and luckily the response came quick as the door swung open.

unfortunately, much to your dismay it just had to be soonyoung that opened it.

you hadn’t quite forgave him for the things he said about joshua but you had to get over it.

“yn?” soonyoung quietly screeched out of shock yet he had a smile on.

he seemed to be already by the door and he had the typical red cup in his hand. he was in the middle of a conversation with another guy but they didn’t treat you like a stranger. “oh? the vice?” the friend tilted his head as he moved to the side so that you could walk in.

“hi! my names yn!” you introduced yourself as if they didn’t know who you were.

the friend smiled as he replied, “i’m seokmin.”

“i didn’t know you were coming today!” soonyoung patted your back, “do you need help getting around or are you with someone?”

“uhm well—“

you got cut off by a tap on your shoulder. “yn,” minghao softly called but it was loud enough for you to hear.

suddenly your heart raised but in a good way. you were glad he was here.

“hey,” you huffed out.

“hao you didn’t tell me yn was coming!” soonyoung jokingly whined.

minghao just squinted his eyes confused at the assumption since he never invited you in the first place, “mingyu’s the one that invited yn.”

soonyoung leaned back and covered his mouth, “woah that guy is unbelievable.”

“do you want a drink yn?” seokmin whispered while the other two discussed why you were here.

“oh that would be lovely,” you nodded as you followed him.

soonyoung was busy pondering where mingyu got the the guts to invite you while minghao couldn’t be less bothered by the situation.

+

“alcohol yn?” seokmin turned his head to you as he prepared to mix up a drink.

you felt overwhelmed by the options but you stayed simple and pointed to one of the cartons in the ice bucket. “i’ll just have a cup of apple juice.”

“ah okay,” seokmin hummed as he poured you a glass.

he got a glass for himself and he started a conversation, “so how’s working at icey milk?”

you didn’t exactly know why you were with him here alone but he seemed like one of the nicer bunch in the group.

“oh right you worked there right!” you had a shocked face on as if you didn’t stalk him that one day.

“i still do! i’m pretty sure my shift got moved when you got hired,” he looked upwards as he thought about the situation.

you were in the middle of taking a sip of your drink as he revealed that but you abruptly stopped as you heard him, “no way! i’m so sorry, did you like your shift?”

“well i actually prefer my current shift, i have less working days than you,” he chuckled.

“i was more or less concerned cause since my shift changed, it meant that minghao would be working with new people,” seokmin paused as he took a glance at minghao who was helplessly trying to get soonyoung to stand up straight, seemed like the alcohol hit him early.

“but shockingly, he seems like he’s having more fun in his new shift compared to when we were there,” he finished his sentence as he looked back to you.

your eyes were on seokmin the whole time. you didn’t know how to interpret his words but just as you were about to ask what he meant, someone showed up.

“yn! you made it!” mingyu placed his hand on your shoulder.

“hey! yea i did,” you nodded your head.

it was hard to adapt to the environment but if you just pulled out whatever extrovert cards you had, tonight might turn out okay.

“glad you could, you look great tonight,” he complimented to which you said a simple thanks.

“bunch of us are playing cards in the back, wanna join?” he invited both you and seokmin. you have a look to seokmin who seemed to have an excited face on.

it would’ve been embarrassing to reject so you fearlessly accepted, “let’s go!”

+

“to start off simple, let’s play old maid! if your last card is the joker, you lose,” one of the guys sitting in the circle briefly explained as he shuffled then distributed the cards.

you played that game like possibly fifty times with minghao, you think you’ve mastered how to conceal your expression while being able to read others.

but you weren’t playing with minghao, you were in between mingyu and seokmin and the rest were strangers. you didn’t feel like you needed to try.

you held your cards and got rid of the pairs, there was no joker which meant you were semi safe.

but somewhere around the end, you ended up getting the joker card from seokmin. the groan you let out made it visible you now had the joker card which made mingyu wary.

a few more passes went by and suddenly, it was just you and mingyu.

you also only had two cards left, a 2 spade card and the joker. somehow mingyu never plucked it out since earlier, seokmin must’ve lied when he said his luck was shit. but perhaps, his luck would act up now.

to your luck, it did.

everyone watched intently as you held your two cards out. mingyu took a second to examine it as if he could see through the cards.

“we don’t have all day now mingyu,” you cheekily said.

mingyu snorted and quickly took a card.

you no longer had the joker.

mingyu’s head fell down and after a sullen shuffle, he held his two cards out for you to take from.

and to your luck, you confidently plucked out the pairing to your 2 spade card with zero hesitation.

“aha!” you cheered a bit too loudly.

to say the least, people had seen a new side of the vice today and people did not understand why you weren’t invited to parties earlier.

“that was cool yn,” mingyu breathed out with a laugh as he poured you another drink.

“thanks mingyu,” you beamed before taking a gulp of your drink.

he was a calm guy. for some reason you expected a short tempered man, sure it was just a card game but he took his loss well.

mingyu was, surprisingly sweet. he was probably the sweetest guy in the room alongside seokmin, but you didn’t understand why you’d rather be talking to someone else than him.

what irked you more was that it seemed like you had nothing to exploit of them.

you could only hope this was their nice guy facade but even if it was, the one who gets hurt in the end is you.

+

you just followed the flow of the party and played whatever games and danced to whatever music came on. you spent most of the night with mingyu and seokmin and honestly, it was not bad.

soon enough, the party started to die down and people were headed home.

“how’re you going home yn?” mingyu asked as you two stood in the tranquil kitchen.

“mm, i could just get a taxi? or is it called an uber nowadays?” you tapped your chin thinking of how to get home. you did not think this far. usually you’d just have seungcheol bring you home but you didn’t want to bother him at two am in the morning.

“i’ll bring you home then,” mingyu said in a way where he wasn’t really giving you any options.

“what? why?”

“you just said you’ll get a taxi? i’m not letting you go off alone like that! c’mon i’ll drive you right now as a thanks for coming today,” he started pushing you towards the door.

“what?— fine, fine!”

+

the car ride was noisy. noisy in a way that was comfortable.

the windows were down and you were spewing out random information like, why were you in the student council.

“you joined the student council just for fun?” he shouted out loud.

“why’s that a shock? i thought everyone said were incompetent,” you giggled.

“you guys? incompetent? maybe you just hang around minghao too much but i’ve seen joshua, that guy is always doing something new and helpful for the school isn’t he?”

finally, a conversation you were interested in, “that’s our president,” you said in a daze.

“well we’re here,” he sighed as the car slowed down. you looked out and saw home.

“ah, thank you so much mingyu!” you placed your hand on his before getting out and distancing yourself away from the car, just reasonable enough to say goodbye. but mingyu slightly stood up from his seat and placed his head out yhe passenger window, “yn! do you want to get lunch with me tomorrow?”

no way. he wanted to get to know you more. he was so incredibly easy.

“got work tomorrow tho,” you tilted your head.

“would you have energy afterwards?” he mocked the way you tilted your head.

“guess well have to see, you know where i work,” you smirked as you turned around.

mingyu had a grin on the whole time. he didn’t know if he meant to go out with you platonically or romantically but he mostly just wanted to get to know his new friend better.

“night yn,” he whispered not thinking you heard it with the way you were so far. you did hear him but you didn’t reply, you were too busy thinking about what the fuck you were going to do about tomorrow.

funfact: mingyu’s parties super well known around sebong college and there’s usually one held every month. the 95s used to joke that it was some sort of lame party that was only attended by people that peaked in highschool.

they only talked about it like that because they were salty non of them were ever invited.

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[sugarmouchie]

◟⪩⪨ summary - “i act like you’re annoying but in reality i just wanna be so close to you” in other words, he’s pretending to work, saying how his work was taking forever when he kept looking back at you. he was “annoyed” of your bickering, but in reality you knew his needy-self wanted to fall asleep in your arms.

◟⪩⪨ warnings - literally none lol, just fluff, he’s “stressed” bc of work, touch starved!alhaitham, self indulgent, treating him like a child but in a good way (mentioned once), idk if this is good enough it’s my first time writing 😨😨 this is just full of random things idk

alhaitham x gn!reader 🪽 —

“stop being dramatic haitham,” you complained, rolling your eyes at him.

“shhh.” he replied, his eyes practically stuck on the glowing white screen that apparently he said “it’s only taking five hours.” he spoke, when in reality it was only taking two. his brain almost seemed like it was getting deformed from how much he was thinking about you.

“oh it’s deeeefinitely taking longer than that.” you replied with the most obvious sarcasm known to man.

he scoffed.

the corners of your mouth tugged up into a little smirk as you walked towards him. “haitha- oh!” you were not in the right mind to be mad at him at that moment because once you saw his screen, it was still as bright as the time you last checked on him.

which meant he hasn’t typed a single sentence ever since you came into the room.

“pretending to do your work, huh?” you tapped his shoulder, snapping your thumb and middle finger right in front of his ear so he would stop zoning out.

“imprecise. once again, [name].” referring to your earlier bickering about him taking a long time on his work, and him trying to prove you otherwise by saying “it’s not even taking that long.”

—

“just get up,” you scold him once again. “how are you gonna say your work is taking forever, but i keep catching your attention on me, hm?” you tilt his head up to reach your view, smirking in a playful way.

have his cheeks been this red from the moment you entered the room?

the so-called “stressed” man sighs, and thinks for a moment.

and finally, he gets up.

but as soon as he does, not even a second after, you immediately wrap him in your arms, placing a soft kiss on his forehead.

you aggressively grab his hand and run towards the couch outside of your shared bedroom, bringing him down with you and onto the L-shaped couch.

“[name]. you gonna stop complaining about my work now?” alhaitham suddenly asked, your head tilting up to meet his eyes, then you scoff before you could even realize that he began to stuff your face into his neck.

so you take the initiative and wrap your hands around his neck, breathing softly before he finally drifts off to sleep.

“your work only took two hours, stop fake sleeping,” you complain, poking his cheek a few times.

oh, he’s actually asleep.

you sigh. “ugh, wake up,” you continue, “i didn’t bother you for nothing.”

he tightly closes his eyes, his gray hair strands blocking his view since his head was tilted down if he even decided to open them.

“you know i don’t like it when you fall asleep during our cuddling sessions you big loser,” you whisper once more.

i mean, he was the type of person to fall asleep quickly.

then again, how could you complain when his legs probably hurt from sitting in that chair for “five hours”?

and wait, was he talking in his sleep?

“…stay,” not knowing if he was conscious or not, you let out a small giggle, before you stop teasing him about falling asleep too quickly and let him be.

feeling distraught that you had to get up from where you comfortably were placed in his lap, you attempted to pull away, didn’t work. another attempt? didn’t work. he was too strong!

but finally, after a few more attempts, you managed to pull yourself out of his tight embrace of his arms wrapped around you, you head to the bathroom.

wait.

he needs something to keep him company, huh?

treating him like he was a child, you ran over to your shared room, into the end of the closet, and brought him over that one plushie he managed to get for you from the claw machine a year ago after many attempts of the metal claw grabbing at the item but then falling right out of its grasp.

you smiled.

you then ran over to his side and placed it in his arms, covering his discomfort from the cold room with a huge comforter from your bed.

leaving him be, you went into the bathroom.

—

after you were done your shower, twenty minutes after, you sprinted to his side once again, but then noticed how he was awake now.

“finally, good job,” you praise in a teasing manner.

“you okay now? from your so called ‘5-hour project’?” you teased once more.

you wrap his arm around your waist once you seat yourself down onto one of the soft cushions of the couch, before he nuzzled you into his neck once again.

“i knew you were needy.”

—

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[austinshotbutlers]

The Wedding Date - Part Six

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Fem!BAU!Reader

Summary: Your sister's wedding is approaching fast and the thought of showing your boyfriend off to you family and your ex-boyfriend seems like a very appealing idea. The only problem is... you don't have a boyfriend. Luckily your stony faced, serious, sexy boss has agreed to be your fake boyfriend for the weekend. What could possibly go wrong?

Word count: 4.6K

TW: Swearing, smut (unprotected sex, oral F! receiving) and bad writing?

A/N: A lot happens on this chpater but I hope its nice and smooth to read 😬 but we’re finally at the last chapter!!! I hope you’ve enjoyed it all. Like I said before, i plan to write a prologue and epiloge and still have two social media AUs to post! Thank you for all the love and support!

You were stood with your ear pressed against the door in the hopes of hearing the conversation between Tom and Sarah. You were able to make out little snippets here and there when suddenly your mom came bounding over. “What’s going on?” She asked. “Sarah is meant to be walking down the aisle in five minutes.”

“Mom… shhhh.” You said turning to her. “Sarah is just… having a minute to calm her nerves.” You lied.

“Ok, well please tell her to hurry up, the guests are getting antsy! I’ll just go and get your father.” And she walked off down the hall. As soon as she was out of sight, you pressed your ear back against the door.

“Tom, I just can’t tell you how sorry I am I never told you.” Sarah choked out.

“Look baby, I don’t care! It happened before we were together. I just needed a minute to process that you slept with Luke. I mean, I know he’s my friend and everything but Luke? Really?” Tom said with a slight jokiness.

“Do you still want to go ahead with this?” Sarah asked meekly.

“Hell yes, I do! But from this day forth, we tell each other everything ok?” Tom said. “If this marriage thing is gonna work honey, we need to be truthful.”

“Of course!” Sarah said, her tone a little cheerier.

“I actually think you should thank your sister.” Tom began and you could hear the eye roll in Sarah’s scoff. “I’m glad she got you to tell me actually. I’d much prefer to have heard it from you than Luke, we know his reputation for blurting things out.”

“I guess you’re right. I mean, I just told her she was a shitty sister when I’m the shitty one.” Sarah sighed and you triumphantly smiled to yourself. Sarah never admitted she was wrong so to hear it straight from the horse’s mouth, it was music to your ears. “I mean, what the hell was I thinking about sleeping with Luke in the first place? I think I was just desperate for your attention.”

“And it worked,” Tom replied. “Come on, let’s do this thing.”

You heard Tom’s footsteps towards the door and frantically scrambled away from your position where your ear has been pressed up against the wood. Tom opened the door and looked at you with a bright smile on his face, followed by a big thumbs up. He then made his way down the hallway, presumably to wait for your sister at the altar.

You cautiously walked towards your sister and knocked lightly at the door. Sarah hastily turned around and looked at you. She didn’t say a word, but you knew by the way she tilted her head, she was inviting you into the room. You slowly walked in and stopped a few steps in front of Sarah.

“So…” you started. “Is everything…” You didn’t know how to finish the sentence.

“Y/N.” Sarah cut you off. “I’m sorry. Utterly and completely sorry. Sorry for what I did, sorry for not telling you, just sorry for being a shitty sister.” “Thank you.” You replied. “I guess maybe I should apologise as well but I was hurt. I just couldn’t believe you kept it a secret from me for so long.”

“And I completely understand that Y/N! You don’t have to apologise.” Sarah said and you were shocked to hear the words leave her lips. Never did you think you’d be hearing Sarah take accountability for her actions while also justifying your own.

“How did Tom take the news?” you asked despite knowing.

“He was hurt I didn’t tell him sooner, of course he has every right to be upset about it.” Sarah started. “But he still wants to get married!” and you could hear the relief in her voice and a bright smile filled her face.

“You will still be my maid of honour, won’t you?” Sarah asked, worry wavering in her voice.

“Of course, I will Sarah.” You smiled. “You’re still my sister… despite the shitty things you may have done.”

“Thank you!” she exclaimed, pulling you in for a tight hug. “Thank you so much sissy.”

***

You found Aaron hovering outside the entrance to the hall the ceremony was about to take place. He was watching people fidgeting in their seats as they awaited the bride’s entrance.

“Hey!” you smiled as you reached him. Aaron turned around to face you and a smile grew on his face. Aaron was relieved to see you in a happier mood than a mere 30 minutes ago.

“Everything ok?” He asked.

“Everything is good. I actually received several apologies from Sarah. Something I never thought I’d hear to be honest.” You began. “Oh! And I guess it’s good news that the wedding is still going ahead.”

“That’s great then.” Aaron smiled and leaned down to place a soft kiss on his lips. “I’m glad you sorted everything but remember, you have every right to be upset with the situation.”

Your heart melted at his words, and you leaned up to peck another quick kiss on his lips.

“Thank you,” you whispered to him.

“I just want you to know, your feelings are valid and justified,” Aaron added.

“I know Aaron and I love you for being just so perfect.” You smiled brightly and a pink tint tinged the tips of Aaron’s ears. He wrapped his arms around your waist while yours slid up his arms to perch around his neck.

“I love you, Agent Hotchner.” You smiled.

“I love you too Agent Y/L/N.” Aaron replied placing his lips on yours once again in a searing kiss.

“What do you think you’re doing!” Your mom hissed through her teeth causing you and Aaron to hastily pull apart from each other.

“Aaron, go find your seat! Y/N, where is your bouquet?” Your mom frantically barked her orders. “Sarah is about to walk down the aisle. Quick get into positions!”

“I’ll see you soon.” You whispered to Aaron before he escorted your mom down the aisle to their seats.

Then, the excited bridesmaids began to clamber into the hallway, arranging themselves in the correct order and checking all their dresses were straight and their bouquets looked perfect. Next came Sarah, looking so flawless despite the chaotic last hour, with her arm firmly folded into your dad’s.

“Are we all ready?” Sarah asked excitedly and a wave of murmurs and excited whispers followed from the crowd of bridesmaids.

“Are you ready?” you asked Sarah and she nodded eagerly.

“I’m so ready!” Sarah replied.

You smiled at her and took your position, ready to walk down the aisle. The music started to play and off you went.

***

“More champagne?” Aaron asked, offering the bottle.

“Yes please.” You smiled, passing your glass to Aaron. He took it and filled it up perfectly with the bubbly beverage before handing the glass back to you.

“You looked so beautiful during the ceremony,” Aaron said to you as you took a sip from your champagne flute.

“Flattery will get you everywhere Mr Hotchner.” You laughed, placing a hand on his thigh.

Aaron placed his hand on top of yours and smiled at you before the two of you looked around the room at everyone as they finished their meals. Sarah and Tom were giggling away at their table at the front while Livvy was flirting with one of the groomsmen she had been put with for the ceremony.

“Everyone has finished their meals.” You groaned, burying your head into Aaron’s neck.

“Yes?...” He responded slightly confused.

“So it means it’ll be speeches soon and I cannot stand public speaking.” You sighed.

Aaron laughed which caused you to sit up and shoot him a glare.

“Why are you laughing?” You asked slightly annoyed. “This is my worst nightmare.”

“I’m not laughing at you.” Aaron replied. “It’s just funny that you can deliver a profile to police officers you’ve never met before but can’t make a speech in front of people you know.”

“Well, there’s a slight difference.” You said. “There are a lot more people here than at any police station.”

Aaron just chuckled as he placed a soft kiss on your temple. “You’ll be fine,” he murmured against your skin.

Suddenly, the sound of a knife being tapped against a glass caught everyone’s attention and every guest turned to face the bride and groom. Tom was stood up and pulled a paper from his suit pocket, unfolding it carefully before holding it out, ready to read his speech. One by one, everyone made their speeches, Tom, Sarah, your dad, Tom’s mom and Luke (whose speech was fortunately short, snappy and a little bit awkward) before it was your turn. Aaron squeezed your hand reassuringly as you stood up, everyone’s eyes shifting to you.

You cleared your throat before speaking. “Hi everyone. I hope you’ve all been enjoying yourselves so far. Don’t worry! I am the last speechmaker for the night so as soon as I’m done, you’re free to head to the bar.” You joked and a few laughs echoed around the room. You ran your hands down the front of your dress, your palms sweaty from nerves. “Sarah. I remember when we were younger, you would cut pictures out of mom’s magazines to design your own wedding in your scrapbook. They were always so big and extravagant with bright pink dresses and crazy venues like Disneyland. But I also remember the hours I spent tidying up all your paper scraps and rubbish,” You laughed and others joined in including Sarah. “You always knew exactly what you wanted and I guess I was jealous of you in that way. You had your life perfectly planned out while I was stuck deciding if I wanted to profile criminals or not, much to Mom’s dismay.” And this time your dad’s laugh caught your ears. “And I’ll be honest, I had been dreading your wedding, I really had! But now that I’m here, while we may have had our rocky patches over the last few days, you’ll always be my sister and I want you to be happy, I know you and Tom will have a very happy life together. To Tom and Sarah!” you said, raising your glass and everyone followed.

You immediately sat back down and released a breath.

“That was perfect,” Aaron muttered as you sat. “I think I saw Sarah wipe away some tears.”

“Phew, at least I didn’t fuck that up.” You replied and watched as the guests began to file through the doors to the dancefloor and bar. “Come on, let's go get a drink.”

***

The dance floor was heaving with everyone dancing as the DJ played a mixture of upbeat songs. You and Aaron stood and watched the chaos as you both sipped on a glass of scotch. He had his arm wrapped around your waist while your head rested against his shoulder. The several glasses of alcohol had now begun to go to your head.

“Thank you,” You said. “For agreeing to come with me. Never did I think that the things that happened over the last few days would have happened when you said you’d be my fake boyfriend.”

“I think, agreeing to be your fake boyfriend was one of the best decisions I’ve ever made.” Aaron smiled. “Finally having the confidence to tell you how I really feel about you was something I never thought would happen.”

“We also had sex.” You said excitedly and Aaron chuckled to himself, amused by your tipsy revelations.

You were just about to speak again when one of your favourite songs began to play, echoing loudly around the room.

“Oh my god! I love this song.” You smiled brightly and Aaron melted at the sight of how happy you were. “Come on! Let's dance.”

You both put your glasses down on the bar before you dragged Aaron onto the busy dancefloor. You wrapped your arms around his neck while Aaron’s hands found your hips by instinct as you began to sway in time with the music together. You buried your head into Aaron's neck and your knees nearly buckled at the comforting smell of his cologne. Everything felt so perfect.

“How long do you think we have to stay here?” Aaron asked.

“Why? Have somewhere you want to be?” You questioned with a laugh.

“Yes I do,” he smirked. “And it involves you, a bed and no clothes.”

“I like the sound of that,” you smiled, leaning up and placing a kiss on his lips. “How about we stay for another hour and then I’m all yours?”

“Sounds perfect,” Aaron smiled. “I’ll just get us another drink.”

You nodded with a smile and watched as Aaron made his way through the sea of people on the dance floor and towards the bar.

A sweaty hand on your arm drew you from your thoughts and you turned to see Liv with a huge grin plastering her face.

“How has your night been?” She asked.

“Good!” You shouted so Liv could hear you over the music.

“I’m surprised Aaron hasn’t taken you home yet and ripped that dress off you.” She laughed and you rolled your eyes jokingly. “I’m currently trying to persuade Josh to invite me back to his hotel.” And she pointed over to the good-looking, blonde-haired man.

“I think his name is Greg.” You corrected her with a laugh.

“Whatever!” Liv laughed. “He’s hot and it's ritual for a bridesmaid to hook up with a groomsman.”

You laughed and shook your head.

“Here honey,” Aaron’s voice said from behind you and you turned to see him holding out a glass of white wine to you. You took it from him gratefully and Aaron looked over to Liv who was beside you. “Sorry Liv, I would have got you a drink as well,” Aaron said, and a warmth flared in your chest from just how sweet he is.

“Don’t worry about it Aaron,” Liv smiled and then she turned back to you. “Operation ‘hook up with Josh’ is in full swing.”

“Greg!” You corrected her again with a laugh.

“Greg… whatever!” Liv shrugged you off with a laugh as she headed back towards the blonde groomsman.

“What was that about?” Aaron laughed as he took a sip from his bottle of beer before wrapping his arm around your waist.

“Just Liv’s chosen target for the night.” You laughed in response and leaned your head on Aaron’s shoulder.

The night went on as you and Aaron found yourself comfortably seated at a table, drinking wine and sharing kisses every now and then. The dancefloor was still alive with people including your mom and dad as well as Livvy (who was far too busy kissing the groomsman, Greg). Sarah and Tom had cut the cake, which had been shared amongst all the guests before she tossed the bouquet which Tom’s little sister caught (much to her boyfriend’s hatred!).

You looked over to Aaron as he watched the room and leaned into his ear so he could hear you.

“Let’s get out of here,” you said and Aaron could practically hear the smirk in your voice. “We’ve stayed a lot longer than we said we would and now I’m desperate to get you alone.”

Aaron looked into your eyes with a desire that sent butterflies through your stomach.

“Come on,” he said, standing up and taking your hand. “Let’s get a cab.”

You quickly made your way around the room, bidding your farewells to Sarah and Tom, your mom and dad and of course Liv, who gave you a knowing wink as you pulled away from your hug with her.

Once comfortably situated inside a cab on your way home, Aaron had you pulled close to him, littering your neck with soft kisses and occasionally nipping your skin.

“If you keep this up, we’re going to get kicked out of the cab,” you giggled. “And I don’t particularly want to be walking home in these heels.”

“I’ll carry you,” Aaron mumbled between placing kisses down your neck towards your collarbone.

“I… like this side of you,” you breathed out as Aaron’s hand came to rest on your thigh, squeezing it gently. “But we’re nearly home and then I’ll be completely and utterly yours.”

Aaron simply nodded and buried his head in your neck where he stayed the rest of the journey home.

Aaron’s hands were on you the second you walked through the door. He squeezed your hips as his lips met yours in a bruising kiss before trailing down your neck, nipping lightly at your skin. Within seconds, Aaron had you pushed up against the wall, his head ducked down low as he placed sloppily kisses across your cleavage.

“So…. Desperate…” you muttered breathlessly.

“You are irresistible,” Aaron mumbled, lifting his head to look at your face. His gaze was intense and filled with lust and heat settled in the bottom of your abdomen.

“Upstairs?” Aaron suggested but it came out more as a demand.

“Yes Sir,” You replied and flashed him a teasing smile when you saw his eyes darken at the use of the professional name.

The two of you frantically made your way upstairs and headed straight for your bedroom. You slammed the door behind you and kicked off your heels while Aaron began to take off his suit jacket and loosened his tie. You made your way over to him and started to unbutton the crisp white shirt, your fingers delicately brushing over his skin. As soon as he was freed of the white fabric, you leaned up to kiss Aaron and as your lips met in a searing kiss, Aaron’s hands fiddled with the zip at the back of your dress before effortlessly pulling it all the way down. He pulled away from the kiss first, tugging lightly at the silky fabric of the dress to encourage it to slip off your body. Once you had your arms free of the straps, the fabric slipped smoothly down your body and pooled at your feet. Aaron’s breath hitched as he took in your appearance before his lips were back on yours and you could feel his growing erection pushing into you.

“I… I need you,” you managed to mutter between breathless kisses. Your underwear was practically soaking now, you needed Aaron inside of you immediately.

“Get on the bed,” he whispered against your lips in a commanding tone. You did as he instructed and laid on the bed. You looked back up at Aaron’s tall, dominating stance from where he stood looking down at you from the end of the bed. You bit your lip as you looked at the bulge straining against Aaron’s trousers, spreading your legs apart ever so slightly to show Aaron that you were ready for him.

Aaron got down onto his knees and pulled you closer towards him by your ankles. He started kissing gently up your legs, scattering small pecks here and there before he reached your thighs where he then started to nip lightly at the skin. You gasped out in shock at the sudden feeling of his teeth on your skin and were now very aware of how close Aaron was to your soaked pussy.

“A…Aaron,” you breathed out. “I need you…”

“Do you trust me?” Aaron asked from his position between your legs and you nodded quickly.

His fingers hooked under the fabric of your underwear and he began pulling them down your legs until you were completely free of the wet fabric. Aaron then returned to your centre and slowly slid two fingers inside of you.

“So wet already…” Aaron mused as he began to pump his fingers in and out of you gently.

You gasped at the pleasure and grasped at the bed sheets when Aaron’s thumb made contact with your clit. Then suddenly, Aaron ducked his head down and before you could ask what he was doing, his tongue swiped through your wet folds.

“Oh!” you gasped out as Aaron stayed buried between your thighs, his tongue circling around your clit. Your hand found its way into Aaron’s hair, grasping it between your fingers and pulling on it ever so gently.

The taste of your arousal on Aaron’s tongue was enough to push him over the edge as he traced his tongue back and forth through your folds, his tongue swirling and circling again and again around your clit, your hips bucking up slightly at the pleasure.

“You’re…. you’re really good at this,” you managed to whisper through your pleasure. No previous partner had ever gone down on you before, Aaron was opening your eyes to a whole new world of pleasure.

He hummed something from between your thighs and the vibrations that followed through your body were enough to tip you over the edge. Aaron kept teasing his tongue through your folds, his hands had a strong grip on your hips to keep you in place as he pushed his tongue hard around your clit.

“Aaron… I’m going to,” you couldn’t finish your sentence as the orgasm took over your body. The moans that left your throat motivated Aaron to keep teasing and circling your pussy as he began to taste all of you.

Once you came back to your senses, you pulled Aaron up so that he was hovering over you and wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him into a desperate, bruising kiss.

“That was… incredible.” You mumbled against his slightly swollen lips. “But now I need you inside of me.”

Aaron chuckled before looking into your eyes and muttering something along the lines of ‘so desperate’ as he pulled back from you and looked down at your naked body.

“Please Aaron…” you groaned as you sat up and impatiently reached for his belt, beginning to unbuckle it.

As soon as Aaron was rid of his trousers and boxers, he was hovering above you and placing kisses along your jaw and neck.

“Ready?” Aaron asked between kisses.

“Yes!” you replied desperately.

Aaron reached down and aligned his cock with your centre, rubbing the head through your wet folds a few times before he slowly pushed himself inside of you. You gasped at the sudden fullness and gripped Aaron’s shoulders, your nails digging into his skin.

“Ok?” Aaron asked and you nodded quickly.

Aaron then began rocking his hips against yours at a teasingly slow pace, nearly pulling out of you before he thrust his length back inside of your pussy.

“Harder.” You said in between your breathless moans and Aaron quickly obliged, his pace quickening as he began to fuck you hard.

“Been thinking about this…” Aaron grunted as he thrust into you. “All day.”

“Me too!” You replied and moaned loudly as Aaron fucked deeper into you, hitting the right stop.

Your moans, Aaron could listen to them all day – they were enough to push him tumbling over the edge, but he tried to restrain himself for as long as he could.

“Touch yourself,” Aaron instructed.

You did as he said and started circling your clit as Aaron’s thrusts began to become sloppy as he reached closer and closer to his own pleasure.

“Fuck!” Aaron hissed as he come inside of you. The sudden heat that filled you up was enough to then push you over the edge into blinding pleasure as Aaron rode out his orgasm.

“Oh! Aaron…” you moaned into his neck, your hands flying up to grip his shoulders as Aaron’s pace began to slow down.

Aaron was mindlessly twiddling his fingers through the ends of your hair as the two of you laid in each other's arms. Your body still tingled with Aaron’s touch and satisfaction flowed through your veins.

“Now all this wedding shit is over, I can finally thank you properly for agreeing to come with me.” You said as you snuggled closer into Aaron’s chest.

“You’ve been thanking me all weekend honey,” Aaron replied and placed a kiss on the top of your head. “Again, if I hadn’t agreed to come with you, I’d still be silently pinning for you from my office.”

“If you hadn’t come, I don’t think I’d have been able to make it through the week without committing murder.” You laughed and sat up to look at him. “And of course, I would never have had the opportunity to tell you how I’ve been madly in love with you since the day I joined the BAU.”

“I love you so much,” Aaron smiled, sitting up slightly so he was now elevated on his arm.

“I love you too.” You smiled brightly and leaned down to capture Aaron’s lips in a quick, chaste kiss. “You have been the best fake boyfriend ever.”

Aaron let out a hearty laugh before looking back at you with nothing but complete adoration in his eyes that made you feel butterflies in your stomach.

“I hope I’m not being too bold to assume that my title has been upgraded?” He asked with an anxious smile.

“Aaron Hotchner is this your attempt to ask me to be your girlfriend?” you laughed and a red tint tinged the tips of Aaron’s ears.

“Well…” Aaron couldn’t find the words.

You laughed loudly before throwing your arms around his neck and peppering his cheek and jawline with kisses.

“I’d love nothing more than to be officially known as your girlfriend.” You smiled and Aaron leaned up to place a bruising kiss on your lips. “You’re now my go-to wedding date.” You smiled brightly and Aaron chuckled.

***

One year later

A knock on his office door drew Aaron from his thoughts. He put down the file he had been looking at and turned to face the door where you were standing.

“Agent Y/L/N,” Aaron said in his ‘professional’ voice. “Come in.”

You walked into the office and shut the door behind you as you produced a pink envelope which Aaron rose an eyebrow at.

“What’s that?” He asked curiously.

“So, big news.” You began, a wide smile spreading across your face. “Livvy’s and Greg’s wedding invitation has just been delivered!”

“Brilliant,” Aaron replied in a monotonous tone, his eyes had drifted back to the file he had previously been reading.

“Aaron! This is important!” You scold him as you sit yourself down on the chair across from his desk.

“Sorry sweetheart, I’m listening. Liv’s wedding invitation, yes?”

“Yes! It’s in 3 months' time. 25th September in LA of course.” You smiled, sliding the invitation across the desk for Aaron to read.

“Is this your way of asking for the time off?” He asked, a teasing look in his eyes.

“you’re so funny…” you rolled your eyes. “I thought you’d know by now baby, you’re always my go-to wedding date remember.”

“Of course! How could I forget.” Aaron replied sarcastically but with a small smile on his lips. “Luckily this time, we won’t have to pretend we’re dating.”

You laughed as you took the invitation back from Aaron. “That’s very true!” Aaron stood up as he walked you to the door of his office.

“So save the date Hotchner, 25th September you’re coming back to LA with me. Back to see my psychotic family.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way Y/L/N.” Aaron chuckled and leaned in to place a soft kiss on your lips.

“Not very appropriate workplace behaviour Sir,” You teased him.

“It’s a good thing my blinds are closed then,” Aaron smirked and ducked his head down to place another searing kiss on your lips.

[lionlena]

Headcanon: When Joel goes limp… (JoelMillerxf!reader)

Okay, so @creedslove infected my brain with this thought through this post. Joel's simply bruised ego is something that affects me like blood to a vampire… I had to write it! I had to comfort my old grumpy teddy bear!!!

Warnings: smut, erection problems, flaccid dick, Joel's bruised ego (deserves a separate warning), swearing, age difference but not clearly defined…

Sex with Joel was always special.

Sometimes it was rough and made you feel it the next day. You proudly looked at the bruises spread all over your body and you felt like you could still hear his growls in your ear.

Sometimes he was gentle, almost lazy, and only his rough hands on your thighs reminded you how strong Joel could be.

Well, sex wasn't a problem until one day when suddenly it was.

There was no indication of this. Joel came home from work late that night and you were sitting on the couch in just his t-shirt and panties. That was enough to make him horny.

You dressed like that for a reason. Joel had a tough job and for over two weeks he had been coming home while you were already asleep and leaving while you were still in a deep sleep.

So you started to miss his thick cock stretching your pussy.

So you both were hungry for each other's bodies. It seemed like a perfect equation, the solution of which was wild, hot sex.

It started well. Joel got to you. He pulled your panties down with one hand and began to prepare you. His other hand was already under your T-shirt and kneading your breasts.

You panted and kissed his neck as his thick, rough fingers worked inside your pussy.

You felt a bulge growing in his pants.

"Come on honey, I'm ready... I had some fun before you came back."

Joel chuckled and gripped your hips tightly.

"You've been a naughty girl, huh?"

He lowered his pants and boxers in one move. His cock stood proud. You bit your lip, preparing for the first stinging thrust, and…

Nothing.

You blinked your eyes and looked at him in surprise. Joel looked at you equally shocked and you didn't know what he meant until you looked between his legs.

"Oh, Joel... Sweetie, it's..."

Joel cut you off, not letting you finish. He quickly pulled up his pants, hiding his flaccid cock, and moved to the other end of the couch, mumbling, "I'm sorry."

Your heart clenched at how broken his voice was, and even in the dim light you could see that his face was red.

You carefully approached him as if he were a scared animal. You stroked his arm gently. "Joel..."

Joel looked down at his lap, cleared his throat, and replied gruffly, "There's nothing to talk about. I'm old... I should have expected it, that I couldn't keep up with your youth..."

You raised an eyebrow and wanted to laugh, but you knew he would assume you were laughing at him and not at the bullshit he was saying.

You moved even closer and cupped his face, forcing him to look at you. You tried hard to keep your voice calm, soothing, and comforting, but not pitying. You didn't want him to think you felt sorry for him.

"Honey, you know it's not true. These things also happen to younger men and they have a thousand reasons. Fatigue, stress, diet, medications, illness..."

You rubbed his cheek gently and smiled. "You've been working a lot lately and your body finally couldn't handle it. There's nothing to be ashamed of."

Joel looked a little calmer, but there was still some anxiety in him: "Maybe you should find someone..."

You glared at him. "Joel Miller, if you finish this sentence, I will kick your ass!"

The corners of his mouth lifted slightly. One of his hands went to your thigh and he started squeezing it gently. He placed the other one on your cheek.

"You know, I'm ready to satisfy you in some other way. My mouth, tongue, and fingers are at your disposal."

And it was a really tempting proposition. You loved the feeling of his beard on the inside of your thighs, but…

You saw that Joel was still very sensitive, and vulnerable. You didn't want to give him the false impression that you were only with him for sex.

"NO."

Joel looked at you worried. "No? But you wanted it. That's why you waited for me."

You smiled and sat on his lap.

"I was waiting for you because I missed you. I missed your warm, strong body."

You kissed him passionately and decided to explain something to him.

"Joel, I'm not with you because of your thick cock and the fact that you're so fucking handsome... I'm with you because you make me feel safe. Because you're the type of man who can fix a faucet, change tires on a car... And a thousand other things that make me want to be with you."

Joel looked at you, completely enchanted and in love. He hugged you tightly and buried his face in your neck.

"I love you. And I promise that... It will be better next time."

You rubbed his back and kissed his head. "I love you too, Joel. We'll get through this. You just need some rest."

Joel simply murmured more sweet words into your neck and relaxed into your closeness and embrace.

Two weeks later, Joel finally finished the heavy assignment and you two had more time together. That's why you decided to go to the bar.

You were sitting alone at the bar, waiting for Joel to come back from the bathroom. A young man approached you and you immediately didn't like his behavior. He was pushy and didn't understand your polite "fuck off."

When Joel came back and saw this scene, his blood boiled. And at the same time, he thought back to the moment when he let you down. For a moment, he even had the stupid thought of not interfering and giving you a chance to pick up someone younger. But he saw that you weren't comfortable. So he walked up to you and gave the guy a death glare.

"Any problem, honey?"

Joel wrapped his arms protectively around your waist and the young guy huffed.

"Get lost old man, this chick needs a ride on a young stud."

Before Joel could say anything, you jumped off the stool. You felt your blood boil and you stuck your finger into the guy's chest. You gave him the ugliest look and hissed, "Listen to me, I've been polite, but now... Fuck off! I don't need a little boy for one night stand when I have a real man at home."

The guy gave you a hostile look and normally you would be scared, but you felt Joel's strong frame pressed protectively against your back. The guy said to you contemptuously, "You don't know what you're missing" and left.

You felt proud and you want to turn around to kiss Joel. But you narrowed your eyes at the feeling of his hard cock pressing into your ass.

Joel rested his chin on your shoulder and growled, “Bathroom, right now, please.”

You were more than willing and moved forward with Joel still right behind you.

You were damn lucky because the women's bathroom was free. Joel immediately pushed you inside and blocked the main entrance. In one movement, he lifted you up and sat you on the counter next to the sink. He took off your panties and slid his finger into your pussy.

"Are you wet already?"

You laughed quietly. "You turned me on."

"Me? You were like a damn wild cat..."

He leaned down and bit your neck. By this time, your hands were already working on his belt buckle and zipper to free his thick, throbbing cock.

Joel looked at you with love and excitement. "Ready to ride a mature stallion?"

You nodded and bit your lip as he entered you with a decisive movement.

You moaned happily as you felt the familiar stretching.

You grabbed onto Joel's tightly muscled arms as he tightened his large hands on your hips and set a brutal pace, growling in your ear.

"Fuck, I love you... Your pussy is perfect... You make me feel younger..."

Soon you were barely holding back your loud moans, but Joel clearly wasn't going to keep quiet and was grunting loudly himself as he painted your walls with his hot cum.

Afterward, he kissed you gently and tenderly whispered against your lips, "Thank you."

You laughed and ruffled his hair. "You're welcome."

Joel helped you down and knelt down to help you set up your panties.

When you left, a line of several very annoyed girls had already formed in the hallway.

But you two just started laughing and said a carefree "sorry".

Joel led you to his truck and you drove home where Joel fucked you again. This time even longer and more intensely.

[keigh0e]

Friendzone ♥ Bakugo Katsuki

Prompt: It wasn’t just a one off for me; it was me hoping you’d see the connection

Word Count: 3.6k

Triggers: No spice, just fluff, some explosive behavior and naughty words

Author Note: Hi guys! This is my first ever post on this blog, I’d really appreciate some feedback. I’d also love it if you sent me some requests, check out this pinned post to see what anime’s I write for and find a very big prompt list

This is an unedited piece so apologies for any spelling/grammar mistakes

Being Bakugo’s longest friend comes with its own perks, at least in your eyes.

You and Bakugo had existed together for as long as you can remember, your mother was best friends with his and they’d ended up getting pregnant around the same time which meant you went through school together. You followed one another to UA as well, and there was no doubt you’d start a Hero agency together, or at least share the same building… Maybe just the same street, depending on how overbearing Bakugo is with you.

You and him were petals flying in the same gust of wind, there was no questioning it, you were simply together.

That didn’t mean you avoided his wrath, you probably got it more than anyone actually, that was only because he knew you could handle it and even match against him.

But you also got all of his softness, it wasn’t as loud as his rage and it made itself apparent in ways most people missed, but not you, you were Bakugo’s best friend, your soul attuned to his.

His quiet softness appeared when he always rushed ahead of you to open a door for you, and when he’d stop mid sentence and kneel down to take care of your undone shoelace, or when he’d always step closer to you and wrap his arm around your shoulders because a stranger had gotten too close to you (or Mineta, but Bakugo normally kicked the little perv away before he got the chance to get too close to you).

There was only one time his softness became loud and that was at night.

You’d taken the UA move into the dorms as bravely as you could, but after a week you were homesick. The longest you’d ever stayed away from your parents was when you had a sleepover at Bakugo’s, that was usually only for one or two nights, plus, it was only a trip down the road.

You struggled with falling asleep and it didn’t take long for Bakugo to notice the change in you. The same day he finally clocked on to the bags under your eyes and the invisible weight slumping your shoulders, he snuck into your room that night.

As he got into your bed you asked what he was doing and he respectfully told you to ‘shut your face’. The next thing you knew, he’d wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you onto his chest, then his hand was running through your hair and sleep came so easily it swept you as easily as he had swept you into his arms. He hadn’t cured your homesickness, he’d done something much better than that, he’d given you a new place to call home.

That was also the night when the lines between friendship and something more started to get blurry. He was still your best friend, still protective and caring, still a pain in the arse. But suddenly, his hand always found its way into yours, his arm always around your shoulder even when no one else was around. And every single night, without fail, he came to your dorm room and snuggled up with you, petting your head before falling asleep.

You did try speaking to him about it once, but it didn’t go very well.

A month had gone by of him sleeping in your dorm room. Once it got to the weekend, you and Bakugo went for your routine coffee which you treated yourselves to every Saturday as a ‘well done’ for making it through another week of high school and surviving all the villian attacks. 

You got a caramel latte while he went for a black coffee, after getting your drinks Bakugo walked you over to a table with his hand on your back and pulled out your chair before sitting down.

“So,” you began, and then you stumbled on what to say so you just blew on your latte to cool it down.

It had never been like this with Bakugo before, so stilted and awkward. He seemed to be noticing the tension as well as he stared down at you with a raised brow. “So?”

“So…” You tried to start again, tried to push through your awkwardness. “Are sleepovers a regular thing now?”

His whole body tensed, but that was the only sigh he gave that your question had affected him. “Yeah, that a problem?”

Yes, you wanted to say.

Yes, it was a big problem, because even after a month you got excited whenever it got to night time and your heart fluttered every single time he wrapped you up in his arms and pulled you so tightly against his body, as if to say ‘you are mine, and you’re not going anywhere’. You were 90% sure those weren’t feelings friends were meant to have for one another.

But, at the same time, the thought of losing that, losing him, was too painful.

You shook your head. “No, not a problem.”

“Then stop acting weird, you’re freaking me out,” he snapped, no real bite to his words. There never was.

That was that. You and Bakugo were still best friends, still hung out, still argued and every night, no matter what kind of day you’d had, you cuddled up together and fell asleep.

It became the new norm, as did living with your brewing emotions.

Until you and the gang had all decided to play a game together one night.

You and Bakugo could have only lasted so long, one of you would have broken eventually, you were just surprised at who broke first.

♥♥♥

You laughed along with Kirishima as Denki did his best opera impression, the noise filling up every crevice in the room and making you cringe to the point your teeth were grinding together.

On your other side was Bakugo, one hand covering his ear, the other resting on your bicep as his arm wrapped around your shoulder. 

“Will you shut up already?!” He yelled. Whilst you’d been coping with Denki’s singing, you did have to lean away from your friends as he yelled directly in your ear. Once he finished, he sent you an apologetic look and then used the arm around your shoulder to pull you closer.

“I caaaaaan’t!” Kaminari sang with a dramatic swing of his hands, “I was daared too serenade the ever-so-lovely Jiroooooooooouuuuuu.”

“She also wants you to shut up, moron,” Jirou hissed. Her words made it out like she was angry, but the blush on her cheeks and the fact she couldn’t look Kaminari in the eyes made you think she was feeling something else other than anger. Though, you may have just been projecting. 

“Fine,” Kaminari huffed, arms flopping down at his side as he finished his performance. He gave you and your friends the gift of perfectly serene silence, for all of three seconds before he straightened up and pointed a finger directly at Bakugo. “As it’s now my turn, I choose you, Bakugo, to be my next victim.” 

The hothead smirked, and you hated the way your stomach flipped at the sight of it. “I’m no one's victim, do your worst Sparky.”

The night had escalated after Mina had proposed a game of ‘truth or dare’, but you had an awful feeling stirring in your stomach when you saw the devious glint in Kaminari’s eye. You knew whatever Bakugo got given, he had too much pride to bow out.

“Truth or dare,” Kaminari asked.

“Stupid question, dare,” Bakugo replied.

“I dare you to kiss Y/N.”

You were the first to move, before Kaminari had even finished his sentence, you were up on your feet, putting space between you and Bakugo. “No, no, no,” you laughed, noticing it sounded more strained than joyful. “Absolutely not.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to?” Mina asks, her tone teasing. You’d been asked a million and one times if there was something more between you and Bakugo by your fellow students. It looks like no matter how many times you say no, they just don’t believe you.

“Yes, I’m absolutely sure,” you gruffed, doing your best Bakugo impression as you scowled over at Mina.

You take another step back as Bakugo stands up turning to face you, that usual frown playing on his lips and a surprising amount of determination in his eyes.

You’d seen that look before. The day he decided you were both becoming heroes, the day you decided to go to UA. That look only ever appeared whenever he decided something monumental and life changing. Normally you were filled with excitement when you saw that look in his eyes. Not on that night.

“What are you doing?” You asked whilst taking another step back. It became a new game for you and Bakugo, he took a step forward and you took a step back. Unfortunately, the wall behind you was closer than you realised and the next thing you knew, Bakugo was standing right there, centimeters from your face.

You’ve stood that close before, plenty of times, but never before had you been so aware of his body, of the heat emanating from him. When you looked into his eyes, you saw them solely focused on your lips.

He wanted to kiss you, wanted to break that line between friends and something more.

Is that what you wanted? You weren’t sure and Bakugo wasn’t giving you much choice as he grabbed your face and pulled your lips towards his, the momentum slamming the two of you together.

It started rash and rough, which wasn’t all that much of a surprise as this was Bakugo you were kissing. But then it hit you, the most achingly beautiful thing about every moment you’ve spent with Bakugo, his quiet softness.

The way he moved his lips against yours, guiding you rather than demanding you. It had you melting against him, your hands searching out his chest to relax on, your body leaning on his for support.

His own hands had fallen to your neck, his palm resting on your pulse point while his thumb stroked encouragingly against your jaw, gently moving the angle of your face so that he could explore your mouth further.

You would have given up a lot in that moment if it meant you could stay there in that embrace. Screw the line, it was boring. This, Bakugo’s lips, were exciting and awe-inspiring. He was everything, he was your everything.

“Alright kids, time for bed,” Aizawa appeared out of nowhere, or at least you hoped he had. If he’d watched you fall apart in Bakugo’s arms the way you just did, you weren’t sure how you’d face him in your next class.

You were meant to be a superhero, a badass, but when Bakugo pulled away from you, your lips tried to follow him and a whimper escaped before you could stop it.

You watched him take in your expression, you weren’t in control of it, too taken by how good it had felt to kiss your est friend and how shocked you were by how much you wanted to do it again. At best, you imagined there was a hazy and dim look in your eyes.

That determined look was still fiery in his eyes as he straightened you up so you weren’t leaning completely on his body. Then with a slight nod of his head and one more glance into your eyes, he said the very last thing you expected: “Talk to you tomorrow.”

You blinked at his retreating figure, so many questions floating through your mind as you watched him meander his way to the boys dorm rooms.

‘Talk to you tomorrow’? What did that mean? Surely it didn’t mean he wasn’t going to come to your room later? Right?

♥♥♥

That bastard wasn’t coming to your room. It would be the first night in months that you didn’t have him, and he’d decided it needed to be after he kissed you. He got you hooked and then took away your addiction.

Well screw him. He didn’t get to just do that, not to you.

There was a reason you were best friends for that long, because you could be just as explosive as him when you wanted to be.

The fact that you needed to sneak to his room ruined your ire a little bit, especially when you had to gently tap on his door when what you really wanted to do was knock the damn thing off of its hinges.

A few moments later a tired looking Bakugo appeared. It was well after ten O’clock at night so it didn’t surprise you to see a sleepy expression on your best friend, he was very strict about his sleeping routine and the conditions that he needed when sleeping. You didn’t mind most of the time because it just helped you fall asleep as well.

One rule you’d both always followed was to never go to sleep angry with one another, it stopped you from being able to fall asleep quickly, the anxious thoughts keeping you awake, and Bakugo obviously wouldn’t stand for that when his beauty sleep was much more important..

“What are you doing here Y/N?”

Not bothering to respond, you pushed past Bakugo, earning no resistance from your best friend who often let you have your way. Up until your kiss, you hadn’t though much about why.

“It’s bed time.” You simply answered, shuffling onto Bakugo’s bed and settling yourself on the side furthest from the door. That was Bakugo’s rule, not yours. He wanted to be close to the door in case someone tried to break in and he needed to protect you, when he’d confessed that to you, you’d just rolled your eyes at him.

He continued eyeing you as you moved the comforter over your knees, you met his stare head on, refusing to back down. “Exactly, both of us should be asleep, not knocking on my door.”

“Well I wouldn’t have to knock on your door if you’d come to my room, you know, like every other night,” you sassed back.

He averted his eyes from yours, something had flashed in them though before he’d turned away. Was it hurt? Or shame? “Well I guess things have changed now.”

“And that’s my fault?” It certainly felt like it was. You were the one losing your best friend, even though he’d been the one who’d kissed you. It was unfair, you’d been safely balancing on the line for years, not reacting at all to the way he’d make you feel sometimes. But now he was messing it all up!

He scoffed again at your words, just fuelling your rage. “Did I say it was?!”

“You kissed me Bakugo, then you just walked away and told me you’d speak to me tomorrow? I’ve been your best friend since the day I was born, I deserve better than that.” You were getting so passionate you’d started speaking with your hands, throwing your arms out and slamming your hands against your chest. 

Your former best friend (at least for now) took several moments to take in your words, then he started walking over and you prepared yourself to get manhandled. Instead, he flumped down on his side of the bed, still not looking at you. “You’re right.”

“No, you shut up! Wait, what? I’m right?” He said you were right? Those were rare words form your best friend, you’d totally been prepared to have a screaming match with him, thats how your arguments usually went. You weren’t sure if this was some new tactic to try win arguments with you, so you chose to stick with being defensive. “Yeah, I am right! Glad we’re in agreement.”

Finally he looked at you. “Will you quieten down? Someone will hear you’re in here.” Those his words were aggressive, there was nothing on his expression that showed he was angry with you. He looked upset more than anything else. For some people it might have been hard to tell the difference, but you read his every feature like it was your favourite book. 

So he wasn’t angry with you. Anger would make more sense than that upset expression on his face. You couldn’t figure out a reason for why he’d be upset, unless the kiss had been that bad? No, you realised, if it was bad then you definitely would have known, even if Bakugo didn’t tell you, you’d have been able to read it from his body if he’d not enjoyed it.

“The fact you of all people are telling me to quiet my voice is very laughable, I hope you know that,” you commented. Your voice had gone softer, the anger being swept away like the tide.

“Funny.” He responded, in a tone that held no amusement. He seemed to take a moment to do a deep breath before he continued to speak, finally explaining himself but still not looking you in the eyes. “I thought maybe you’d want space after I kissed you, I know it’s going to change things, I know how I want things to change, but I wanted to give you time to figure out what you wanted.”

“What do you mean?” You knew what he meant. You’d been thinking the exact same thing, but the difference is you weren’t as brave as Bakugo was. You needed him to continue being brave, because you couldn’t just step over that line, you needed his guidance. No, you needed reassurance that he’d be stepping over that line with you.

Maybe he knew that’s why you asked, maybe he heard it hidden behind your nervousness, despite you not saying it. He finally looked up and he even reached out, grabbing your hand in his. “It wasn’t just a one off for me; it was me hoping you’d see the connection.” 

You looked from his hand in yours to his eyes, he was analysing you just as much as he was analysing you. “So you want to be like, boyfriend and girlfriend?”

“Yeah,” he agreed, and it was almost laughable at how nice he was being to you in that moment. Of course, as soon as you thought that he had to go ruin it. “I mean, we pretty much are already, you’re always hanging off my arm and cuddling up to me at night, only difference is we’d be kissing, and you weren’t that bad.”

The thing is, you liked his backhanded comments, because you knew they were always just compliments disguised. He wasn’t loud with his kindness, and that worked well for you. He was loud with everything else, and nine out of ten times, it amused you.

So even then, as he tried to blame you for all the cuddling you’d been doing together even though he’d been the one who started every interaction, you were completely and utterly charmed. Whilst you may have said ‘so you want to be like, boyfriend and girlfriend?’ He had heard ‘I’m scared you’re not thinking this through and we might be risking our friendship’. And whilst he’s said a load of hot air, you heard ‘you’re who I choose, you’re worth every risk’.

“Uh huh,” you hummed in response. “Ask me.”

He blinked over at you. “What?”

A prideful look that matched Bakugo’s filled your expression as your stature straightened slightly. “You want to date me, then you need to ask me to be your girlfriend.”

“You’re a real pain in my arse, Y/N,” he groaned, letting go of your hand and flopping down on his bed beside you.

“Back at you.” You got comfortable beside him, snuggling under the blanket and turning to face him.

He was looking up at the ceiling. “Be my girlfriend.”

You frowned at that. Did he really think you’d agree so easily? Had he forgotten who his best friend is. “You gonna say please?”

Turning around, his arm automatically fell onto your waist. “You want to be my girlfriend, I don’t need to say please.”

“It’s polite Bakugo.” You admonished.

“After all these years we’ve been friends, you still don’t know I don’t care about manners, they’re just a waste of time.”

“Guess being your girlfriend would be a waste of my time then,” you tutted. 

“Whatever. I’m done with this shit, I’m going to bed.”

“Fine.” Your words were terse but you didn’t budge an inch, comfortable in his hold.

“Fine!” He yelled, showing just how much you’d riled him up. You’d lying if you said it didn’t make you smile.

“Will you stop yelling? They might figure out I’m in here,” you hissed, mirroring his earlier words because you apparently weren’t done with pissing off your best friend.

His arm raised from around your waist to your shoulders, until he was shoving your face into your chest. “Shut up,” he hissed, smothering you. You slapped your hand against his chest three times before he relaxed.

Neither of you said anything, just fermenting in your annoyance towards one another for a little while before it faded. Anytime you argued with Bakugo, it would always fade, the feelings of anger or disdain taking off their mask and revealing themselves as something else, normally frustration. 

Because you loved him, a lot, and you hated fighting with him. It was a difficult thing to avoid when you were both so spirited sometimes, but it didn’t matter, because that love you had for him was stronger than anything else.

It seemed Bakugo agreed with you as his hand lowered back down to your waist, crawling under your vest. He didn’t need his powers, just his touch had you feeling like tiny explosions were going off wherever his hand moved. He gripped you on the curve of your hip bone, his entire body stiffening.

“Y/N,” he started, his voice low, giving it a rough tone that had you trembling in the most wonderful way. “Will you please be my girlfriend?”

[bonny-kookoo]

can we see a small blurb/drabble of y/n from rampage trying to converse with yoongi? Please ninny? PUPPY EYES INTENSIFIES pleeeeeeeaseeeeee :((

'Jungkook said you have work for me.' Is written on the note you hold towards the dog hybrid, small black booklet your new form of communication it seems like.

Yoongi sighs. "That fucker.." He mumbles, before he thinks, looks around. There's honestly nothing you can really do to help. "Well, what are you good at?" He asks you instead, and you move the book towards yourself to write something down, before you turn it towards him again.

'I've been told I'd make a very good sexual partner.' you've written, and Yoongi immediately turns your booklet towards you again to not look at the sentence, cringing angrily to himself.

"Absolutely not." He denies. "What was your job.. where you came from?" He instead asks, not even wanting to think about what you could've potentially been used for if this is what you think of first when asked about your capabilities.

You write, shoulders slumping down.

'nothing.' you write, confusing Yoongi.

"Nothing? Like..?" He wonders, and you seem to write a little longer now to explain yourself.

'I was meant to be quiet in the basement cell.' you've written down. 'I'm good at waiting.'

Yoongi sighs yet again, looking at you for a good moment. So much has changed and yet everything has seemingly stayed just as cruel as it's always been. Or maybe it became even worse for you, down the line.

You don't deserve this. You never have.

"Let's try.. cooking. Do you know how to cook?" He asks, and you shake your head, making him hiss internally- because you used to know how to cook, before whatever the hell went down with you. You used to be so talented in a lot of things- and now, all of it's been taken from you.

Yoongi panics a little when he can see your eyes begin to tear up, one drop quietly falling down your cheek. "It's alrigh- hey, you can learn? It's fine, we can find something else." The dog hybrid tries to comfort, squatting down to look up at your turned down face. "Okay?" He asks, holding onto your hands, and you shrug.

You don't know what anybody wants from here. If you're useless, why keep you?

You're seemingly breaking in this moment, and Yoongi doesn't know what to do about it. Because you can't talk, you can't tell him what's wrong in this moment- so he can only do what he thinks could maybe help.

Holding you close, trying to physically keep your pieces together in the empty kitchen. "We'll figure something out." He mumbles towards you, moving away from you for a second to pick up your little notebook and pen to give it back into your hands, before he watches you wipe your cheeks, trying to compose yourself again.

When he gets an idea.

"You know what?" He suddenly says, as your head turns up to look at him, ears turned towards him. "I think I know exactly what you can do."

[imajinxnation]

May you please write something for a companion who loves the doctor and witnesses their regenerations? Like a scenario for 9 to 10, 10 to 11, etc? I'm sorry if this isn't up your alley! I understand if you chuck it. I'm excited for your upcoming fics!!!

You Witness Their Regeneration - Doctor Who Preference/Reaction

Thank you for the request, idk why I never thought of this!!

This isn't going by the Doctor Who storyline, this is my own storyline

Also if I dissapointed any of you by not putting 13, then maybe you should look at my welcome page, it has who I write for underneath each Masterlist!

WARNING: Angst and a teeny bit of fluff

9 to 10:

"No! Doctor, please!" You cried out as you realized that the Sontaran had shot him right before he fell into the Tardis.

"Stay back, please, (Y/n)! Did I ever tell you that Timelords have with little trick," he grunts in pain, "to cheat death. I'll live, but you won't be seeing this ol' face again."

You nod, though you didn't fully understand what he meant, but you did as he asked and backed up to give him space for whatever was about to happen. Suddenly his hands started to glow a bright, sunny yellow. It looked as if the sun itself was burning him up.

The Doctor lifted his gaze from his hands onto you, "Have I ever told you just how utterly fantastic you are, (Y/n)? And you know what? So was I!"

It finally happened, his hands and face were engulfed by the brightest yellow you've ever seen. It felt like being near a hot fireplace, and he was in the center of it, burning away to form a new man. It didn't take long and the yellow faded away quickly, only to reveal the face of the Doctor.. well, the new face.

This Doctor was skinny and had spikey hair, and you weren't going to lie, he was also quite attractive.

"Doctor? How do you feel?" You asked, a bit cautious at the new man who was now the Doctor.

"Oh I feel just lovely.." he makes a face and runs his tongue over his teeth, "new teeth, that's weird. Anywho! (Y/n), my partner, you look absolutely amazing, have you done something different with your hair because I think it looks so nice..."

As he finished his sentence he came tumbling down on the Tardis floor. You gasped and yelped his name. You kneeled down to him and checked his pulse. Still breathing, just passed out. After all that.. who could blame him for passing out like that? You grabbed him under his arms and proceeded to drag him to his room to let him rest. You could ask questions later when he woke up.

10 to 11:

"You're going to regenerate again, aren't you Doctor?" You asked, noticing how weak he seemed at the moment.

"Yeah, I am, and I wish I could do more, wish I could stay longer, but it's time for a change of face. I don't want to go, but I don't really have a choice," He replied, hunching down in pain.

Some tears fall as you realize you're going to see him in pain again. You hated seeing the Doctor in pain, whether it was physical or emotional didn't matter, any type of pain he was in you wanted to take away. You placed your hand on his shoulder, giving his face a good hard look. You kissed him on the lips, this face on the lips, one last time before sliding your hand off his shoulder and stepping back.

"I still loved you when your face changed the first time, don't think I won't love the next, or any of the ones afterwards," you gave a sad smile.

He returned the same sad smile and looked at his hands starting to glow. The colour never changed, it was always that same burning yellow that gave off heat and remonded you of the sun. Another regeneration is going to be burned through, and soon you'll be met with a new face, a new Doctor.

Again it happened where the bright yellow grew hotter and more powerful, obviously more powerful than the last regeneration as the windows of the Tardis broke and everything was going haywire. The Tardis was crashing, he was busy regenerating, and you didn't know how to fly the damn thing!

The regeneration soon came to an end, the first thing the new Doctor did was check if he had all his limbs. You laughed a bit when he noticed his new chin and his hair a bit longer, thinking he was a girl. Then he realized the Tardis was crashing.

"Doctor, what are we going to do!?" You exclaimed over the Tardis' sounds.

"(Y/n)! My partner, my favourite human being in the universe! What we are going to do is not die, that's what!" The Doctor smiled at you.

You never realized it until that moment, but even when you were in danger, you always managed to make him smile, in all his regenerations... that's one of the things that never changed.

11 to 12:

You had already witnessed two of the Doctors regenerations, now it didn't make you as sad as it used to, knowing that the previous Doctors you have grown to love will be replaced with a new man. No matter what he looked like, you would always love him.

"Alright Doctor, I wonder what you'll look like next!" You exclaimed.

Of course you were still a little sad to see your old Doctor go, but you learned to look forward to who he will be next, what crazy fashion he'll wear, what food items he prefers next, and especially his personality!

"Me too! Hopefully ginger, always wanted to be ginger, but regeneration hasn't been nice to me," he smiled a bit.

This one wasn't like the other regenerations, this time it was almost like a flash, it wasn't like the sun, this time it was like a light flickering. An extremely blinding light, but a flicker of light none the less. It took you a second to grasp what happened, but soon you realized you were staring at the Doctor, new and older at the same time.

"Gah!" The Doctor shouted, "New kidneys, I've got new kidneys... I don't like the colour!"

You laughed a little at that statement, "You don't like the colour of your kidneys, Doctor, how can you see them, they're inside of you?!"

Before he could answer there was a knock at the Tardis door, it seemed like an angry knock. The Doctor got to the door before you could check who it was. Yes, this Doctor was older, but just like every other Doctor you've been with, you could learn to love him just the same.

You started towards the Tardis doors, into a new adventure with your new Doctor.

[samieree]

Oh hi, I have a request hihi! Could you please write Heimdall and reader in a arranged married to wich she is very nervous in the begining and he acts as if he doesn’t care for her (despite some thoughfull actions) but one day defends her from other people? Perhaps you could add they starting to get along after consumating the marriage, if you feel comfortable. Thank you (:

Ohhh yes!

I've read this during breakfast and just after it I started writing it 😂 I hope you're gonna like it 💗

There is no smut, just light description of what happened ^^

Thanks for request <3 ~

A few days ago you came to Asgard as you were to marry Heimdall. You didn't feel very comfortable in a strange place, especially since you felt a lot of eyes on you. You were just sitting at the table in the mead hall and trying to focus on the book on the table in front of you. You propped your head on your elbow and read the same sentence again, but you understood no more than before.

It was hard to take your mind off what was waiting for you, especially since you didn't even have much time to yourself, when almost every now and then someone would come to you to arrange the last details for the wedding, even to ask you to go and try on the dress again.

“Stupid girl.” You weren't sure if you heard right. You looked up from your book at the man sitting in front of you, sipping a beer.

“Excuse me?”

“Can you even read?” He asked. He probably noticed that you haven't turned a page in your book for several minutes. But he didn't notice how you were trembling almost all over, so stress was eating you up that it wasn't going to let go anytime soon.

“I…”

“Say it again.” Before you could say anything more, explain yourself, that you can't concentrate at all, your fiancé appeared behind the man.

The man immediately became confused when he heard a familiar voice behind him.  He wanted to grab his beer mug and get up, but as soon as he got up, Heimdall put his hands on his shoulders and pushed him back to the bench.

“Now apologise nicely.” He demanded, hands still on his shoulders. The man looked stressed, especially in his hand clenched tightly around the beer mug.

“Forgive me, please…” He finally said without even looking at you. It was obvious that he wanted to get out of here as soon as possible.

You nodded and only then did the blonde take away his hands and let the man leave.  And he almost ran out of the room...

Heimdall sat in his place, took the book that was in front of you and sat sideways to you, going back to the first pages of the book. It's like you're not here all of a sudden...

“Thank you.” You said looking over at him. You avoided looking into his eyes on a daily basis, you didn't like the way his eyes pierced you. You felt like you were stripped of your clothes, no secrets, nothing to hide. You were stressed by what he might see in your mind. After all, one stupid thought and suddenly he could completely change his attitude towards you…

Even though you didn't know how he felt about you. It's hard to tell if he even tolerates you since he usually doesn't even look at you.

“No need, I wouldn't want my future wife to be a pushover. Especially in the eyes of some peasants. Since I must have her anyway...” He said, still focused on your book.  Great, he took the one thing you wanted to use and de-stress.

You didn't answer. You didn't even know what to say. Your eyes landed on your hands that rested on your thighs. Should you go out? Or maybe sit a little longer?  Maybe someone is about to call you to another dress fitting and save you from this awkward silence?

“At least you have a lookable face.” When you heard that, you looked up and saw Heimdall staring at you, then sighing as he turned back to his book.

Maybe it was supposed to be some kind of twisted compliment, but it hurt you. You knew it from the beginning, but it hurt how he liked to use words like that to emphasise that this wedding, that you, meant nothing to him and that he was only doing what he had to do. And the only thing he's happy about is that at least you're pretty enough and he won't wince every time he looks at you.

 * * *

As you might have guessed, the wedding didn't change much in your relationship.  You even went on sleeping alone because your dear husband had no intention of staying with you any longer than he had to.

It was a terrible experience for you the night after the wedding, when you twisted your fingers to keep from biting your nails, and he didn't even bother to come in for a second and say he wasn't going to touch you.

In fact, not much has changed in your life, you didn't even see him more often. But you can't say that he cared for you the way a husband should care for his wife. Surely, only out of courtesy, he sometimes asked if you needed anything, or gave you some trinket made of his beloved gold.

But what did it matter if he did everything out of duty and you could never tell him about all your worries or insecurities?

Plus you felt lonely.

You just spent time outside. You didn't look where you were going, because you were holding a book in your hands, which you didn't have a chance to finish before the wedding. As you weren’t paying attention to the road in front of you, you suddenly walked straight into someone.

You just didn't know that this person was standing there waiting for you.

“Sorry.” You said, looking up from your book as you realised that you bumped into Valkyrie, and her friend was standing behind her.

 Why are most people here so tall?

“For what?” You have to admit, you were surprised by the question, even very much.  Isn't what you apologised for obvious?

“Because I bumped into you?”

“Just it?” You were getting more and more confused.

You finally closed the book you were holding all the time, seeing that you won't be able to go back to reading anytime soon. Not that you were afraid of two Valkyries, you were a Goddess yourself, but rather everyone would feel a little anxious in your place…

“What would I be apologising for?”

After your question, you saw the woman tighten her hand around the hilt of her weapon, but you didn't move an inch. The atmosphere immediately became thick and tense. And what was even worse was that you had no idea what they wanted from you.

Your gaze slowly focused on the woman's weapon, you wondered if she would answer your question, or maybe she would immediately attack you, along with her sister.

Perfectly, just as she was about to make a move, you felt a hand on your stomach, pushing you back. And at that exact moment, Heimdall came between you.

“Hrist. Mist. Predictable as always… Any problem?” He asked, standing in front of you with his arms folded across his chest.

You were actually glad he was here at the right time, just before the fight broke out.  But at the same time, you were surprised, even though he had taken your side once before and forced an apology from some servant. However, this matter seemed much more serious.

“Yes, there is a problem.”

“I don't count your jealousy as a problem, Hrist.” He replied quickly, unfazed by the two enraged Valkyries. "Lovely, you asked your sister for help. Too bad you haven't brought Gná with you as well. Although... She knows when to shut up.”

“It's not your business.” Hrist replied, looking over Heimdall's shoulder to see you still standing behind him.

“But your ‘problem’ lies with me. If you wanted to take it out on someone for your broken heart, I recommend your sister. If she's so eager to come here with you, she probably has nothing better to do anyway.” Saying this, he tilted his head.

Was it really about him? You had no doubt that he was right because of his abilities… But seriously? Hrist was jealous of you?

“Don't look at me like a sheep at a butcher. Need a lesson in humility? I'll gladly give you one, and next time you'll think not two but three times before stepping out of your place.” He looked at them for a moment more before they finally left, muttering something under their breath. After they left, Heimdall turned and looked at you.  “You can't play around with them, you have to put them in their place right away, like this.”

“She was jealous?” You asked in a tone that made it clear that you wanted some answers.

Heimdall sighed and rolled his eyes, placing a hand on your waist and gently pushing you to start walking.

“There are people who have a soft spot for me, even if all I do with them is throwing them at the training ground.” He shrugged. “Maybe it's some kind of spell, and if I do that to you, you'll suddenly fall in love too?”

He said it in a joking tone which made you smile slightly. And the first response that came to mind was: ‘You can throw me somewhere else.’ and even though the thought didn't leave your lips, you knew perfectly well that he'd found out about it anyway, if only from the way he raised an eyebrow.

“Expand your thought.” You immediately felt yourself blushing and you quickened your pace as if you wanted to get as far away from him as possible.

Strangely, he didn't speed up after you, as if he had already planned something for the future.

You didn't know what it was until you lay peacefully in bed, already tucked up in the duvet, head on the soft pillow and eyes closed, ready for sleep. You didn't even hear the door open, you only realised someone had entered when that person spoke.

“Move over.” Yeah, even though the bed was big, you were used to lying on the whole of it…

Recognizing Heimdall's voice, you made room for him by moving to the other end of the bed, but didn't change your position much. You were surprised when you felt his hand on your waist and how he pulled you against him to lean against his bare chest.

“What have you come for?” You asked as the fact hit you. At first you thought maybe he came to finally consummate your marriage, get over with it, and then go off and do his own thing. But he hugged you.

“I can’t sleep with my wife?” He asked, placing his other hand in your hair. When you didn't answer, he decided to add something else. “It was nice to play a knight in shining armour. You could seek problems every day.”

“What if you're my problem?”

“I?” He said it as if he had just been deeply offended. He removed his hand from your hair and propped himself up on his elbow, studying you better with his shining gaze, but this time you weren't uncomfortable with this. “They say you have to sleep with your problems, and maybe with this one you could.” He looked at his fingernails as if he were examining them like they were the most interesting thing in the nine realms.

“Maybe?” You repeated, resting your head on your elbow as he did.

 Without a word, he moved closer to you and kissed you.

“Maybe.”

You smiled softly and then you were the one who initiated the kiss with a smile on your face. He rolled you onto your back and continued kissing you, his hand running over your body covered only by a thin nightgown.

After a long time, after you had time to untangle his hair and the kisses became more passionate and faster, your nightgown was finally on the floor, as were his pants.

That night you were the happiest since you came to Asgard. You didn't feel lonely for the first time. And who knows, maybe in the near future you will feel loved every day as much as tonight? When you felt the warmth of his body and breath, when you were in his arms all night.

Heimdall has been near you more often since then, putting his arm around you or taking advantage of your height difference and resting his chin on top of your head. He still liked to throw out his typical lines, but that was his charm. You even learned to like it and tease him back.

That first night together brought you very close and it certainly wasn't your last time together.

~

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[thebellearchives]

𝐀𝐃𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐎

~ solomon ; obey me [nightbringer]

✧˚ · . S Y N O P S I S : Besides magic, you’ve also been learning piano from Solomon. On your day off, you both relax and enjoy each other’s company playing some music together.

‧₊˚ c o n t e n t s : gn!reader, stablished relationship, fluff, no nightbringer spoilers!

‧₊˚ a / n : kept a close eye on the poll and it was intense!!! quick disclaimer: i know very basic piano but i think i didn’t really write anything that can be interpreted as wrong??? anyways, this is just a short drabble but still, enjoy that sol fluff you guys voted for ✨

Your fingers carefully grazed the piano’s keys and a sweet tune filled the spacious music room. It was hard to play the melody with you right hand and the accompaniment with the left one, so you soon found yourself squinting and chewing on your lower lip to try and keep everything in tempo. When you managed to play the first section correctly, Solomon’s soft giggle startled you out of your focus, his arms slithered around your torso.

“Relax, when you’re tense the sounds are choppy and almost robotic” you took a deep breath, letting your back rest against his chest “let the music guide you, let it flow.”

“If I try again and it sounds better, will you join me?” your hands rested on his thighs at each side of yours, he placed a soft kiss on your temple.

“Sure, if it doesn’t distract you…”

“It won’t!” eagerly, you leaned closer to the piano again, Solomon’s little laugh reaching your ears before the instrument’s sound did.

This time, you followed your lover’s advice. Fingertips glided gracefully from note to note, your breathing matching the rhythm, you closed your eyes. Three notes marked the end of the first section again, you felt Solomon leaning over and around you.

“Go on” his whisper in your ear sent goosebumps through your body, but you continued playing just as he instructed.

Suddenly Solomon’s experienced hands added depth and feeling to your melancholic piece. Left hand adding lower harmonies, right hand complimenting with playful but subtle arpeggios. Soon every empty hall and room in Cocytus Hall was brought to life by bittersweet alluring music. Solomon’s breathing and the smell of his cedarwood cologne soothed you into carrying the song naturally, the brushing of his soft hair above your eyebrow, the luscious warmth of his body around yours, the elegant ease in which his nimble fingers chased after your playing. The song came to an end as effortlessly as it had started, your eyelids opening in a slow motion.

“You did great, guess you’re just meant to be my perfect apprentice no matter what I teach you” the sorcerer chuckled, one of his arms going back to hug you and his other hand caressing your cheek with the back of his index.

“What can I say, I have a fantastic teacher” an affectionate smile appeared on your lips.

“Apologies for the interruption” a voice made both of you turn to the side. Lucifer, Satan, Asmo and Levi were there, the eldest in front of them “something happened at the House of Lamentation and we were wondering if we could…” Lucifer seemed reluctant to finish his sentence, but Asmo nudged him with his elbow “…get some assistance from our attendant.”

Both you and Solomon sighed, you stood up. Wasn’t this supposed to be your day off?

“Of course, happy to help!”

Your boyfriend quickly caught your hand, you turned around curiously.

“Come back home soon, darling” his request came with a faint smile and sad silver eyes, but you smiled sweetly back to him.

“Don’t worry, I always come back to you”

[alatushours]

☆ ENCHANTED, featuring xiao — you were enchanted to meet him; and he was too.

contents. fem implied reader but can be read as gn, reader is referred to as “big sister” and “miss,” fluff ! ! , xiao is kinda ooc, cringe tbh >_< a chance encounter leads to so much more ♡ word count. 2.1k.

notes. welcome to my first ever writing post on tumblr !! i ofc had to start off my debut with my favorite person in the whole wide world, xiao ♡ this took awfully long to write ( and is an awfully long piece of writing itself ) so i apologize for the delay; but i hope that you will enjoy! :3

i was enchanted to meet you. it was your favorite sentence in your treasured childhood storybook, titled 'the heart of qingxin.' written by an author from qingce village, it was about a princess who fell in love with an adeptus after he saved her. 

as a child, your favorite stories were ones about the adepti, and about falling in love. they were your two biggest wishes in life; you've always dreamed of meeting one of the illustrious, illuminated beings some day, and experiencing the feeling of being in love. you longed to journey out from your hometown in order to find the love of your life, just like in the stories. it was safe to say that you were, quite frankly, a hopeless romantic. 

unfortunately, it wasn't that easy to live the fantasy life. for one thing, your job at the bubu pharmacy meant that you were often stuck behind the shop counter; and for another, you've never actually met anyone that you deemed fit to fall in love with… you were also quite picky when it came to love. 

but those troubles didn't stop the loom of fate to weave your future. for one day, not long ago, you ran into a small accident that may have led to a newfound friendship; and perhaps, in the future, that friendship could become something so much more. 

the first time you met the vigilant yaksha was like something out of a fairy tale.

it was raining that one november morning; the fateful day that doctor baizhu asked you to accompany qiqi along on an herb-gathering expedition. you adored the little zombie girl, finding her quirkiness cute; plus, it meant that you could finally go out and explore the world! at least, part of it… either way, of course you accepted. 

although, halfway through the journey, things went sideways. firstly, you’d forgotten to bring rain gear with you. qiqi offered to lend you her jacket, but it was too small anyway; so you just smiled and told her you’d be alright. unfortunately, you ended up catching a cold… secondly, as much as you love your little zombie companion, qiqi was absolutely terrible at directions; and you, having never been in the area before, didn’t know where to go either. 

but the worst part of it was, the two of you just somehow managed to run into a group of treasure hoarders. 

qiqi fended them off as best as she could, and though you tried to help her, you were just a healer; there was nothing quite else to do except toss a few poisonous concoctions at them. it worked for a while; but soon you were getting tired, and the treasure hoarders just kept coming. 

“sorry, i think we’ve bit off more than we can chew with this one…” you muttered. 

just then, a flash of green light sparked in the corner of your vision. you turned your head to see a figure shrouded in a dark aura, fighting off the treasure hoarders. you were mesmerized at how well the person fought; it was out of this world, supernatural almost. as if that person wasn’t really a human, but rather some sort of celestial being. 

soon after, the treasure hoarders, scared out of their wits, scattered, leaving only you, qiqi, and the mysterious figure behind. with his back turned, the man removed some sort of mask from his face. 

“i-i, thank you, sir,” you began, not sure what to say. “my companion and i, um, really appreciate your help…” 

he didn’t answer. as you were about to go on, you suddenly felt a bit dizzy. you stumbled and had to lean against qiqi for support. the zombie girl was confused. “is big sister… okay?” 

“i’m not feeling very well…” suddenly your vision spun, and a pair of golden eyes were the last thing you saw before you blacked out. 

the sun was low in the horizon when you awoke. blinking, you slowly scanned your surroundings. you were laying on a bed in what seemed to be a hotel room. confused, you sat up and tried to pull back the blankets. 

“woah there, take it easy, dear.” 

you turned around with a start. sitting in a chair by the window was a young woman with brown hair, smiling softly at you. 

“h-hello,” you stammered. “where am i?” 

“you’re in wangshu inn, in the dihua marsh,” the woman replied. “my name is verr goldet, i’m the boss here. how are you feeling?” 

“fine, thank you. my head hurts a little, but other than that i’m alright. um… is qiqi doing alright? and do you know what happened to me? i don’t remember much..” 

the brown-haired boss paused, then replied, “the adeptus who brought you here told me that you collapsed shortly after a scuffle with the treasure hoarders. it seems that you were possibly poisoned- but don’t stress, it’s been extracted from your system. and your companion is perfectly fine. the little girl is helping with some tasks downstairs.” 

“oh, okay…” you glanced down at your forearm, which was wrapped with a bandage. then your head popped up in surprise. “wait-! did you say an adeptus? was it the green-haired man? do you where he is?” 

verr goldet chuckled. “ah, i do. he’s up on the roof’s balcony right now, if you’d like to go see him. just be careful, he can be a little… reserved around mortals.” 

"i see… thank you for the warning. maybe a gift might make me appear more friendly?" you wondered out loud. "m-miss goldet, do you know what his favorite food is…?" 

she laughed in reply, “as a matter of fact, he surprisingly has quite a sweet tooth. he loves almond tofu, to be particular. you can ask our chef downstairs to make a plate of it for you.” 

“r-really?! thank you so much, miss goldet!” getting out of bed, you shook her hand, slid your shoes on, and hurried out of the room. 

a while later, after discovering your way around the inn, you managed to find the kitchen. chef smiley yanxiao, a gruff but quite friendly man, prepared a dish of the sweet dessert for you to bring to the adeptus. with a rushed thanks, you couldn’t help but walk as fast as you could up the stairs to the roof level of the inn. 

the moment you stepped on the balcony, you saw him. 

turquoise-streaked hair, flowing in the wind. traditional liyuan clothing with ornamental details; sleeve of white silk on one arm, an intricate green tattoo on the other. the horned mask hanging from his waist; terrifying, yet awfully mesmerizing at the same time. everything about him was just that. 

you couldn’t see his face from where you were standing behind him, but you imagined him to have a soft, handsome face. timidly, you approached him. “h-hello again…” 

the man turned around, and you almost dropped the plate. 

simply put, he was beautiful. strong, yet not too masculine facial features, a tiny purple diamond in the center of his forehead, and his eyes. oh, those eyes. they were a glowing shade of gold, like rays of sunlight peeking out from the clouds, or a rare piece of cor lapis found amidst the stone.

those amber eyes blinked at you before he replied, “oh, it’s you. you’re awake.” 

“yeah, it’s me!” you grinned at him, suddenly not shy anymore. “i wanted to thank you for your kindness in saving me earlier,” you held the plate of almond tofu out to him. “chef yanxiao and i made this for you, i hope that you’ll enjoy it!” 

there was a moment of hesitation before the man tentatively took it from your hands. “…there's no need to thank me, but i appreciate it.” 

you laughed and turned to look up at the sky, where the sun was slowly fading into the night. “hey, you’re an adeptus, right? specifically, you are the yaksha guardian of dihua marsh, the conqueror of demons?” 

“hm. i’m surprised you knew.” he muttered in reply, swinging a leg over the railing as he moved to sit. “what about it?” 

“nothing bad, i promise!” you shook your head. “it's just that i, um, have read a lot of fairy tales about the adepti before… i never thought i'd meet one in person! and especially the conqueror of demons! you’re, um, one of my favorites from the stories. so, uh, apologies if i get overexcited around you, i'm just a bit in awe, ehe…"

"..." 

"oh no, did i say too much? sorry, i’ll shut up now…" you covered your face with your hands, embarrassed. 

it was silent for a few moments before he replied with an amused chuckle, “nobody has ever said that about me before. out of all of the humans i’ve met, you’re certainly the strangest; but i suppose you’re not all that bad, mortal.” 

you weren’t sure what to say to that. “t-thanks, i guess? b-but anyway! like i said, i’ve read a lot of stories about the adepti, and, um, one of my favorites has an adeptus that reminds me of you…” 

“mm.” was all he said in reply. but he scooted over a bit from where he was sitting on the balcony railing, inviting you to take a seat next to him. 

all was quiet except for the rustling of the autumn leaves in the wind. 

"have you heard the story of ‘the heart of qingxin?'" you asked him softly. 

"the title sounds familiar, but i don't believe so," the adeptus replied. "go on, enlighten me. i'm curious to know what it is about this story that reminds you of me." 

despite only knowing the man for barely a day, you were already feeling so happy talking to him. it was comfortable to know that he was willing to have you around. it seemed verr goldet’s warning wasn't quite true, after all.

“well, the ‘heart of qingxin’ tells the story of a kindhearted princess,” you began with a small smile. “she was just as beautiful as she was kind, and the kingdom adored her. one day…”

soon enough, you were reciting the entire story by memory. an hour felt like minutes, and before you knew it, the moon was already high up in the sky by the time you had finished telling your heart out. 

"...and then they lived happily ever after!" you announced the last sentence of the story with a laugh. “so? did you like it?” 

you turned to face the yaksha, who was still staring softly at you. he seemed at peace, something that you hadn’t seen in him before. perhaps it was the story? or maybe… the one who told it? your heart did a little butterfly flutter at the potential thought. 

“i apologize, i’m not the best at expressing my emotions,” the adeptus started, fidgeting with the fork in his hand. “but… it was a beautiful story. i suppose i realize what it reminded you of… the adeptus who rescued the princess, it’s like how i saved you this morning, am i correct?” 

“mhm!” you blushed. “sorry, i’m a little bit of a romanticist… my friends always tell me ‘you’re such a hopeless romantic, y/n-!’…” 

that was when you realized that you had never introduced yourself properly to him. “oh-! i’m sorry, i never told you my name! it’s y/n. and you are?” 

“you can just call me xiao,” the yaksha replied. 

“xiao,” you repeated to yourself. the name felt perfect rolling off your lips. “it’s nice to meet you, xiao!”

for a second, you swore you saw him smile. “if you awake to a knife at your throat, if monsters dig their claws into you, if death comes knocking at your door… call out my name. adeptus xiao. i will be here when you call.” 

“and… if i ever just want to talk to you? will you be here?” 

“why would you… oh. you want to repay me for saving you, is that right?” xiao sighed, turning away. “look, you don’t owe me anything. saving mortals from the hands of darkness is my duty. but, if you really just want to 'talk to me,' i suppose spending some time with you once in a while wouldn't be so bad." he leaned closer as he said those final words.

then, with a cloud of green mist, he was gone. 

you were left standing there on the balcony, staring up at the moon, with the moments of this fateful night lingering in your mind. you would never forget the memory of his golden eyes, the softness of his voice as he wished you goodbye.

i was enchanted to meet you, indeed.

ending notes. rereading this makes me realize just how bad i am at writing 😭 i cannot do dialogue. like at ALL. next few posts will just be short little drabbles bc i am never writing anything this long again… but if you read until the very end, i hope you enjoyed! i tried my best </3

© alatushours 2023. please do not copy, modify, or translate my work in any way, nor upload to any other platforms. in the meantime, if you enjoyed, please like, reblog, and comment! it helps a lot ♡

[oopwoop]

Origami Heart

pairing: e!1610! Miles Morales

warning(s): unedited! nothing else I can think of.

word count: 965 words

prompt: little notes slipped into backpacks, pillow cases, on bathroom mirrors, lunchboxes. (realizing you’re in love with him)

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At first, it started off as small, little notes passed during a shared class. The two of you complaining about how boring or slow class was. Those notes turned into full written conversations passed back and forth. It often got you both into trouble but what of it?

Next thing you knew, the two of you passed notes back and forth, complaining about how boring or slow class was. Then those notes turned into entire conversations, full of anything and everything you could think of. It often got you both into trouble but what of it? You two became inseparable. Always at each other's hips in the hallways, walking the other to class if it wasn’t shared, not caring if you were late. In shared classes you always partnered up if possible, sat next to each other in classes that allowed it, talked in free time. Even at lunch you sat next to each other. It was weird to everyone else how quickly and suddenly you became friends. You didn’t care though, just glad he was now in your life.

Eventually, Miles would write silly little notes, often cracking jokes or complimenting you and hiding them around your backpack or locker. It was only every once and a while you’d find them when it first started. One every other week or so. Then it started to get more frequent, you’d find them a few times a week. He started coming over to your place to hangout and leave them around your room. The first time he came over you had found a note on your closet door.

‘Thanks for having me over, I appreciate it. Had fun as well! Though, next time, don’t worry about hiding your stuffed animals from me. I’m not gonna make fun of you for it. If you do hide them next time, maybe try harder though. :)’

You remember how embarrassed you felt after. It was last minute when you hid them, forgetting he was coming over until a few minutes beforehand. So you scooped them up and threw them aimlessly into your closet. You felt like messaging him and scolding him for not saying anything to you in person, but you know he’d be smug about it. The next time he came over he saw them on the bed, chuckling softly to himself.

Now it was an everyday thing. You’d find these notes around your room, from the desk, to the bed, to under the pillow, everywhere. You’d also find them in your backpack or in notebooks and folders. You started looking forward to finding them. You’d wake up early just to look for them sometimes. Sometimes you’d even find multiple a day. Miles has even hidden them around your actual house sometimes. Nothing was ever said about it between you. You didn’t think you had to bring it up. Miles would write notes and you’d read them, that was it. Not much to talk about. Though, other people thought otherwise. There’s been a few times your parents have handed you one, asking about it. When you explained it to them they had asked if you were dating.

That was when you felt your heart squeeze for the first time. You guys are best friends, nothing more. So why did your parents think so? There was never any reason to have suspicions, right? Was it weird for a friend to randomly leave notes with jokes or compliments around your house? Surely that couldn’t mean anything. But why did you look forward to it so much? You decided not to dwell on it. You two were just friends, that’s it! You guys and dating were words that never meant to be spoken in the same sentence ever again, you’d say, though your stomach fluttered at the thought of it. You just pushed it down and forgot about it.

The next time was when your dorm mate had said something. Giving you the note and stating that they found it on the floor, and assumed that since you had a friend over most recently and it wasn’t your handwriting, it was for you. Their tone was amused, giving you a smirk. Immediately you knew they thought there was something going on. You turned it down, letting them know you’re just good friends and this wasn’t an uncommon thing. In response they just nodded, not believing you.

The last time was when you had found a note in your locker, folded into a heart. Your own had skipped a beat, not knowing if it was a love note or not. Opening it, you found it wasn’t. It was a drawing of you and a small note.

‘I made this for you, hope you like it! Also, I’ve been working on some origami so I figured I’d practice with my notes, add a little flare for when you find them, yeah?’

-p.s. meet me at the corner cafe you really like tomorrow at around 1:30 PM! I wanna hangout.’

It wasn’t unusual for Miles to ask to hangout with the notes, but why were you so upset over it not being a love note? You’re friends for crying out loud! That’s when it hit you.. you liked Miles. No, that was an understatement, you were in love with him, your best friend. These stupid notes that you looked forward to finding. Just looking forward to seeing him, spending time with him. You loved it, it made your heart squeeze. You wanted more with him. Your parents and roommate knew something was going on, at least for you. How were you supposed to tell Miles? Should you even say anything at all? Or just let it pass. All you knew is that you’re in love with him, and now you’re in trouble.

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[endereies]

Fuck it - Matt Sturniolo - Part 8

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Authors notes:

sorry this took like two weeks to finish, school was stressing me out and i couldnt bring myself to write anything major sooo

Warnings: swearing, idfk at this point lol

Word count: 2074

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

“Is this something we are meant to do?”

“Fuck it.”

“Jesus Matt, what took you so lo- oh.” Chris turns to face me, meeting my exhausted expression as I rubbed my face. “Rough night?”

“Alyia and I were messaging all night; I think I slept…? Maybe an hour at best” My eyes immediately side eye Chris when I see him start to smirk at me. “Oh, shut up Chris. At least I’m talking to a girl”

“Nick is quick to stop our bickering by setting some food down in front of Chris and I, one by one. My body slumps down to the chair next to me, my head heavily hitting the pillow underneath me.

I raise an eyebrow to Nick, adjusting myself slowly in my seat.

“Don’t worry, I didn’t fucking burn it this time...” I smile to myself when I hear his sighs, tired of me bringing it up. Nick returns to the kitchen counter to get his own share of waffles, along with some syrup he had previously subsided for himself.

“So, what were you and Alyia chatting about?” Chris’s words emit around and mouth full of food, making me grimace before I think about my answer.

“Just, stuff I guess…nothing special.” An arm leans over my body to pick up a waffle that I then dip into some extra syrup that had dripped off.

“Don’t look at me like that Chris, I can fucking feel you staring.” I glare over to Chris, his eyes already staring into mine. “What…you meet a girl and suddenly you stay out late with her in random places that you wont even tell us about, and you stay up all night talking over the phone with her. You can’t tell me that’s not weird.

“That’s not weird.” I simply roll my eyes once he starts his typical mocking.

“You have to admit Matt, this is really uncommon for you, you don’t even do that with Nate half the time.” Nick shrugs his shoulders, keeping his gaze towards his food.

“Why do you encourage him, Nick…” I let a sigh brush pass my lips and roll my eyes.

Nick goes to speak again but the chime of my phone interrupts him.

Alyia🎸:

‘Hey Matt, are we still down for practice today?’

“Lemme guess, that’s Alyia” Instantly, Chris chimes in and I glare at him again. He instantly holds his hands up by his head in defence, standing up to take his plate to the kitchen. My phone chimes again and I pick it up to respond, I feel Nick’s eyes on me again, so I look at him. I nod my head reluctantly at him showing that Chris was right, not that I would admit that to him.

-

“Hey! Glad to know you came, I didn’t know if you would after the amount that I kept you up last night.” Her words see to mumble as her body becomes closed off to me.

“It’s fine, I’m just surprised that my parents or brothers yelled at me this morning for being awake so long.” A clear attempt at a joke is made yet her tight-lipped smile made me regret my choice of words. “Oh… sorry I didn’t mean to.”

“Don’t worry about it, Matt, I’m fairly used to their distancing at this point to be honest, I don’t want you to apologize for anything.” Her smile changes to one of sincerity, making me return it back.

“I just feel bad…you know?”

“Why?” The genuine curiosity confused me. “I have learnt to adapt to them; besides I have some pretty awesome people around me, I’m not in complete solitude.”

Her words linger in my brain, perhaps more than they should.

I’ve learnt to adapt to them.

It sounded too nonchalant for a sentence of high intensity. I had seen this happen multiple times now, especially around her mom. Only, I simply never wanted to pry. The night she stayed over for the first time, her mom called her. The contact’s name was a start, her full legal name was on show with no emojis or care. I thought it was odd but when the voices transferred and mingled over the phone it began a little too clear, no matter how hard she had tried to hide it. The mood swings when she was mentioned was one that I had grown unexpectedly familiar too. I had tried to avoid that topic whenever I could and luckily Nick and Chris hadn’t mentioned it either.

“Matt?”

“Huh? Oh, sorry…” My hand subconsciously rubs the back of neck before wrapping around the chain of my necklace. “What did you say?”

“I was just wondering if you wanted to try any of the songs we mentioned last night.”

-

I couldn’t shake this morning all that well, I didn’t know why either. She wasn’t saying anything in a way to make me question it. I didn’t even know the entire story, but I knew enough.

“Uhm, excuse me? You’re Matthew, right?” A steady voice came from beside me as I walked, dragging me from my thoughts. My body turns to face where the sound comes from, and I notice a boy about my age walking by my side.

“Yeah? Can I help you.” I slow my pace down to a more comfortable pace and I pay attention to him, the slight smile below the glasses which round his face, the darker skin matching his black hair which was tied into loose dreads. He wore a lot of leather, patched with badges and band logos which for the most part were recognisable to me.

“Actually yeah, were you the one who played drums at the talent show two or so months ago?”

“With Damien, Jess and Martha? I was, why?” I get intrigued the more I listen to his voice and the rasps that emit every few words.

“Miss Ackley has been putting together some type of music club shit, after school! She asked a few of us to get together some people who might be interested in joining a band or any form of music club to enhance skill.” His words ramble together, and I try and comprehend them as best as I can.

“Like a band camp?” My eyebrow raises at him, and we pause when I reach my locker, trying to show my interest while putting the pin for it in.

“Sorta, we are planning a ‘band camp’ trip for the end of the year but for now it’s a space to form bands and people to adapt our skill sets in.” He can tell I’m hesitant over this, I mean this is what I have Alyia for, right?

“We aren’t looking for any answers today, simply that you consider it. And if it isn’t your ideal situation, then you could share this to anyone who might be interested.” A flyer stands between me and the boy, decorated in deep yellows and blues spreading behind multiple instruments and equipment.

“I’ll have a look into that, thanks.”

“Of course, if you have any questions about it, my number is at the bottom of that sheet.” He beams at me, and I just look down to find the number, taking my time since my lack of sleep affects my vision.

After that he walks away with a small wave from his wrist, but my gaze heavily remains on the paper in my hand. Everything seems manually drawn to match each other and I admire the colours and patterns before my eyes trace the text. My body walks forward towards the music room, letting muscle memory take over while I keep reading over things. After a paragraph or so I look at the number again and notice a name marked next to it – Benjamin.

My hand reaches the door handle and I push it open to meet Alyia. Her hands tracing over each string gently to produce a small hum, barely audible from her headphones. I stand there for a bit watching her play, she just seemed so relaxed but that could just be the lack of sleep. The small hair stands which fall slowly don’t seem to bother her as she keeps strumming softly.

“Are you going to keep staring or what” her voice grabs my attention even though her body doesn’t change position until her sentence is over.

“Oh, uhm sorry.” I mutter before swiftly moving and shutting the door behind me, placing my bag next to the leather seats.

“Have you been handed one of these yet?” I lay the sheet onto the seat next to her and watch as she stops playing and sets down her guitar. Her headphones now rest on her neck as she scans the paper.

“What is this?” She shoots a confused look at me, but I try not to pay too much attention to it.

“Just read it and find out…” I playfully roll my eyes at Alyia and move to sit over by my drum kit.

“Band camp? That’s some corny shit, don’t tell me you’re going to that ‘camp rock’ shit.” She tries to joke but her face falters when I don’t reciprocate her smile.

“Actually, I was…and it’s not ‘camp rock’. It’s a social place to help practice with other people, and then a summer camp at the end of the year to go and meet professionals and go to a festival to perform.”

“Oh...my bad.” A brief and awkward silence falls over us until I decide to speak again.

“I was going to ask if you wanted to join me but…” I swing side to side on my chair as my voice dims down.

“Matt, I don’t like crowds and besides I practice solo. This isn’t something I am exactly interested in.”

“You practice with me fine enough?” I try and convince her a little, but she only rolls her eyes at me.

“You’re different, you know that.” She pauses abruptly to stare me noticing my immediate smile. “Don’t let that get your head.”

“Too late for that.” I remain smirking at her, but Alyia just glares at me back, I move past that pretty quick and relax my body down on my seat.

“C’mon” I drag out the syllables as I talk, getting up to stand in front of her. “It could be real fun, extra practice between us…and other people of course.”

“Okay. Don’t say it like that first of all.” Her voice quiets after her words and I attempt to gain her attention back with a slight wave of my hand.

“And second?” my face relaxes from its previous smile and changes to a more curious one.

“Second of all…I’ll think about it…” Alyia’s words soften and are quiet due to her admission.

“Yes!” my stupid smile is met with her own as I jump from my seat and pick up the information sheet by her side and start to ramble through the text.

Alyia pov:

I don’t even know why I had given in to matt so easily, but I guess I just didn’t want to let him down. He seemed so excited and yet I wasn’t, I can’t remember the last time I ever played music in front of anyone, except Matt. The more he rambled next to me, the less of his words I remembered. I heard his voice clearly, but I was internally planning what situations might arise if I did show up. It didn’t seem like a lot but as someone who has been separated from people most of their life, this was a big deal.

The bell rang and made both Matt and I jump at the sudden sound that echoed through the hallways.

Matt grabs a few of his things and places them back into his bag and slides the sheet back over to rest next to my leg.

“Promise me you’ll consider it? At least…” his eyes stare into mine, almost begging me to think about it, as if he can’t handle his own in a small crowd of people.

“Fine. Only because you asked me alright?” I stand up and swing my bag over my shoulder.

“Thanks, sweetheart.” The nickname catches me off guard, like it has every other time, and he smiles at the shocked expression on my face and walks away quickly.

My body stays still in its position for a short while longer, processing the nickname. He hasn’t done it without some sort of comforting context to it and this was different.

And in public.

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LOVE your writing!!!!! maybe something with warren where you're the dunne sister and not musically talented so you kinda feel like the forgotten one in the family, but he always pays attention to you and hangs out with you cause he really likes you

Thank you for the request anon. I hope you enjoy <33

the lovers, the dreamers and me

Warren Rojas × Fem!Reader

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word count: 1.6k

Warning!! I have not read the book or the show!!! All info I have gathered has been from other x readers I have read. sorry in advance if I have butchered vour fav show/book because I have plainly made shit up in favour of satiating my own need for more warren fics xoxo

Being the youngest Dunne had its downsides more then it's perks. You loved Graham, and Billy less so, endlessly, but you were sick of the image they had pre-carved for you.

It seemed you were doomed to live in the shadows of your brothers for eternity.

Their names loomed over you like a storm cloud constantly. When you started high school people only referred to you as 'Billy Dunne's little sister' - him having made quite the name for himself in his time there - and now that the band was taking off things only got worse.

'The Dunne brothers' was quite the name considering the majority of the members had no attachment to it, and it only have strangers more reason to refer to you as the 'other dunne.' Even Eddie and Chuck - who you'd known practically since birth - had taken to calling you 'little dunne' and it drove you insane.

There was only one person you could think of that'd ever really treated you like your own person.

Music was playing softly through the closed door as Warren slowly approached it. He was meant to be on a bathroom break from rehearsal, but your door at the end of the hall had been too much of a temptation for him to pass up on. Gently, he knocked against the wooden door, waiting anxiously outside it with his hands tucked behind his back, the drumsticks he'd shoved into his back pocket poking at his fingers.

"Oh, Warren, hey." You stumbled through a sentence as you opened the door, surprised to see  the curly haired drummer on the other side of it. You quickly ran a hand through your hair in an attempt to make it look neater, having just stood from laying in your bed. "What's up?"

"Just passing by, y'know. Wanted to see what you were up to... I can go-"

"No. No. Come in. Please." You didn't know what you'd done to deserve the drummer in your room, but you were suddenly very aware of everything inside of it. From what was playing on your record player to the posters on your wall; it all seemed wrong and childish. It wasn't like he hadn't been in here before, but each time still made you very worried about what he would think of it, of you. Warren didn't seemed to mind though, placing himself in the middle of your bed and right on top of your English homework.

"Ringo?" Warren asked, sitting up on his elbows as he stared at the new poster you'd put on the back of your door.

"Yeah. I picked it up with the new record I got." 'Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band' was playing over your record player, the music loud enough that a gentle sound could be heard from the other side of the door, but only you could really make out the words.

"There's no way he's your favourite, right?" Warren was trying to hold in a smile as you sat down next to him, shuffling himself get a better look at you. "No one's favourite is Ringo."

"I like him." You answered, staring fondly at the mop of brown curls that had blocked your vision of the poster, Warren standing in front of you but quickly moving closer to the record player you had in front of your window. "He plays the drums good."

Moving to stand next to him at the record player, you turned it to a stop, picking up the needle and bringing it back to edge of the record, starting from the first song yet again. After a few seconds, the drums came in, you turning up the volume to enhance the listening experience.

Warren hadn't been paying too much attention when the drums came in, until your grabbed his hands, his head wrapped around the fact that the thing you liked the most about Ringo was that he played the drums 'good.' He could play the drums more then 'good' and as far as he was concerned, this was a clear sign from above that he had a chance.

Finally coming back into the moment at the way your cradled his hands so gently in your own, he let you swing them back and forth, pulling him into a hesitant kind of dance with you. Warren was quick to take you up on the opportunity, moving one of his hands to the small of you back and using it to swing the two of you around in time with the beat.

As the song came to an end and 'with a little help from my friends' started up, the two of you moved into more of a slower swing, still dancing about quickly until you were out of breath. Warren's hands continued to rest against the small of your back as you danced around your room, laughter bubbling out of the room and under the door with each time you stepped on the others toes or looked into each others eyes for too long.

The slow start of 'lucy in the sky with diamonds' met your ears and you let your head fall to Warren's shoulder, one of your hands still clasped in his while the other rested on his other shoulder.

"This is nice." Warren murmured into your hair, taking a chance a pressing a kiss into your hair line. "I like spending time with you, y/n."

Pulling your head from his shoulder, you met his eyes, the two of you far closer together then you'd expected to be. "I like spending time with you too, Warren."

Warren suddenly felt extremely nervous, something that didn't happen often but always seemed to happen around you. His knees felt weak and he found it hard to get the words out without a blush coating his cheeks - not that you ever seemed to notice.

But then his eyes flickered to the poster of Ringo Starr covering the back of your door. Oh, you were totally into him.

That seemed to be all the reassurance he needed, his usual, confident self coming back in a matter of seconds. He let his eyes meet yours, then fall to your lips, pulling his own lip between his teeth as he thought about what he was about to do.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked, a whisper in the room under the Beatles song that you couldn't really hear anymore over the loud beating of your heart in your ears.

"Please." You begged, standing on the tips of your toes to meet him halfway in a soft, slow kiss. Warren wasn't going to rush you into something he didn't know if you knew how to do - he didn't know how you liked to do.

He was convinced that there way no way you'd never kissed anyone before, not when you looked like that and not when you were kissing him like that. Your hands were fisted into the material of his T-shirt, pulling his closer and closer to you with each movement of his chapped lips against yours. His hand on your lower back pulled you flat against him, chest pressed to chest as he deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue past your lips and into your mouth.

"Little Dunne!" Eddie shouted through the door, knocking loudly over the music that was blasting in your room. "You seen Warren? He's gone missing."

"No!" You shouted back, ignoring the feels on Warren's lips pressing into the hot skin of your neck, trailing kisses from under your ear to your collar bone. "I'll send him your way if I see him or anything."

Your breath hitched at your final word, Warren hitting a particularly sensitive spot on his journey to kiss every part of you he could reach now that he'd confirmed his theory that you were totally into him.

Coincidentally, he was totally into you too.

"You okay in there, little dunne?" Eddie shouted through the door, twisting at the handle to your room.

"I'm getting changed!" You shouted in response, the handle quickly snapping back into place, and Eddie's footsteps telling you he'd backed away from the door.

You smacked at Warren's shoulder, his head coming up to face you with a dopey smile on it. "You're skipping out on practice to be here?"

"I'd rather be here anyway." Warren tightened his hold around you, shuffling the two of you closer to you bed now that Eddie had left you alone. "I'll just tell 'em i got sick and went home, thought I'd told them but must of hallucinated it in my fever-ridden state."

You hummed, pressing your chin to his chest to get a better look at your favourite brunette. "That could work. I need to do my English homework though."

"That's my ideal date, actually." Warren pulled you back to your bed, settling himself in your pillow against your headrest then pulling you between his legs, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist and his head resting gently on your shoulder.

You pulled the booklet you were 3 pages from finishing into your lap, shuffling deeper into the warmth Warren was radiating and picking up your pen.

"You sure this is what you want to do?" You asked, chewing your bottom lip between your teeth nervously. "You don't have to stay, I won't be offended or anything."

"I just like spending time with you." Warren answered honestly, pressing a quick kiss to you lips. "Doesn't matter what we're doing."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. But hurry up, I'm gonna sneak us out of your window when your done and take you out for a movie and dinner."

You don't think you'd ever completed a homework packet faster.

[dreamsholdpowers]

Maybe meant to meet, but not to be

Akaashi x Fem Reader

(I don't own the image)

~Warnings : ANGST, my shitty writing (this is my first time writing please be kind), Breakup (I'm going through one and have no idea how to cope so suffer with me)

~Word count: 1,297. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

-Life was going perfect, or so you believed. Your relationship with your boyfriend was about to hit 2 year mark in a few months and you couldn't be happier. -You had already started planning about things to do and places to take him, you had been saving for a while from a part time job you did in a nearby shop and had managed to save enough for a nice evening and some books that you wished to gift him. -But, Life is never that simple is it? Just a month before your 2 year anniversary. Akaashi, your ever doting and loving boyfriend texts that he's coming over in about half an hour. -You get up and start tidying the place as good as you can. Who in their right mind would give up a chance to spend time with their boyfriend given his hectic schedule that consists of Volleyball practices and school work and dealing with his energetic bestfriend Bokuto. - As it was a little tradition between both of you to just sit down and decompress and talk about everything and nothing while cuddling. -Or that's what you thought, -You were arranging some books on the bookshelves when you heard a knock on the door, giddy with happiness you make your way to the door opening it for your boyfriend who let himself in without a word. "That's weird" you thought to yourself cause usually your boyfriend greets you with a hug or a kiss on the forehead. You dismiss it thinking it he must be occupied thinking about something. "Earth to Keiji? you wave a hand in front of your boyfriend's face, "What's got you so occupied love? A penny for your thoughts?" You teased him, nudging his shoulders with yours. "Nothing Y/N" He seems tensed about something so you ask "Is there something bothering you love?" You ask. "I need to talk about something, we should sit down" He says, fiddling with his fingers. "Okay Keiji, but what's wrong?" you asked taking a seat beside him on the couch, holding his hands and rubbing your thumb over his knuckles. "What's bothering you?" You asked him softly, trying to look into his eyes that were looking everywhere but at your face. "I can't do this anymore Y/N" you knew, you knew what that meant, what that sentence meant but you couldn't believe it, not one bit. you hoped you heard it wrong. Swallowing the lump in your throat, "Can't do what Love?" you asked with the most firm voice you could, gripping his hand tightly. "This, I-I can't do this anymore. I'm sorry." you couldn't believe your ears. It was like the world was praying a cruel joke, it was then that his eyes finally met yours, you saw tears, sadness, while yours held disbelief, pain and betrayal. "B-But why?" Your voice came out broken, "Why so suddenly Keiji? Everything was going good, w-we were happy then why?" You whispered. As if saying it too loud would break you entirely apart, it would make it real. Something you weren't able to digest. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry sunshine. But I can't do it anymore. I don't feel anything. You didn't deserve any of this, I am sorry for doing this to you. But continuing would just cause both of us pain." "I don't- how? Why?-" You break down, crying. One hand clenching his jacket while the other hand is over your mouth. Biting your palm to muffle your sobs. You just couldn't believe it. Why? How? What went wrong? Were you not good enough? Was it something you did? You thought it was going good, that you you both were happy. "I'm so sorry for doing it this way, you're deserving of so much more sunshine. I am not the one for you, I don't feel it anymore. I'm sorry" He replies softly. He turns removes the palm, caressing it with such familiarity that just brought more tears. Wiping your tears. he places your hand on his heart. It beats calmly, way too calmly for your liking.

And you sob harder. He pulls you into a hug, it pains him to see you like this. The girl that cherished him, understood him and his silence, the girl that loved him, his faults and flaws. It hurts him to be the cause of your pain but some things need to be done. Staying with him would hurt you more. Maybe when you move on, You'll find someone that cherishes you the way you cherished him, who would love you more, more than he ever could, who would choose you everyday cause that's what you deserve. Cause you deserve someone who would give you the world and that is not Keiji. No one knows the amount of time that's passed with him holding you and you crying into his chest. "I'm sorry sunshine, that it has to be this way. You deserve so much more than what I can give you" He whispered softly looking into your glistening e/c orbs. You cling to him tightly with no intention of letting him go. "But you're all I want! Please, d-don't do this Keiji. Please" You cried into his shoulder. He pulls away, wiping your tears with his thumbs. "shh sunshine, I didn't want it to be this way. I never wanted to hurt you like this. I hope someday you'll find it in yourself to forgive me" You cried harder, your voice cracked as you said "You p-promised me forever Keiji!" He could only muster a small smile, with tears running down both of your cheeks. Foreheads touching "I know, but sometimes forever isn't forever Y/N" He gets up, You hold his shirt tightly with no intention to let go. "We can sort it please. Please don't go." He gently removes your fingers, and places one final chaste kiss to your lips. "I'm so sorry Y/N for the pain I've caused but sometimes it's maybe just meant to meet and not to be." just before he leaves, you hold his hand "Just answer me this Keiji." he looks at you and nods "Ask" you take a deep breath, trying to firm up your voice as much as you can "Do you at any point regret us? This relationship?" He looks at you with a small sad smile on this face and shakes his head "Never. If anything I'm happy it happened." his answer leaves you feeling all sorts of things- sadness, a bitter feeling of relief, warm, yet pain and agony. he leaves the through the door and within the span of an hour your whole world collapsed . - And you're sitting in the living room with the broken pieces of yourself crying and wondering how to even function, cause he didn't just leave alone. He took half of your soul with you. - You're remembering everything about your relationship- your fights, the first time he told you that he loved you, the time you both walked alongside the sea shore, the time you both walked in the rain and the sky had a pinkish hue, the time he helped you through your panic attacks. the times he held you when you cried, how he taught you love, the way he taught you patience how he stayed up studying with you. -There is so much that he has done, that's why you called him angel. Your angel that you just lost. And your heart doesn't know what to do or how to deal with it. -It came as a shock to everyone that knew you. And you're so tired. You have no idea what to do with life anymore or how to start functioning. - For now, you'd just try to survive through the days, learning how to live without him in your life. You do wish that you can stop crying but how can you? when everything near you always reminds you of him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Tbh idk what did I do here. this is my first fic please be a lil nice. English isn't my first language. my bf and I broke up yesterday and I'm still not able to process it. This was an outlet to my own breakup and some sentences are what was told to me. Hope whoever is reading this has a good day <333