#i know a lot of you lovelies aren't likely to care how much fluff/set dressing comes along with the gifts lol--

[take-ya-to-the-ghey-bar]

decisions have slowly been reached for the contents of ic gifts that Micchan is gonna be giving out~, and while i'd really like to give each one their own little drabble/more properly written ask-- currently i'm not sure if my brain will let me have the needed juice for that...

also, i know this coming in late aaaa-- but, i hope all my mutuals (and anyone else who might see this, somehow lol) had a great holiday, regardless of how you spent it~💖

[kitashousewife]

beach date

an: this is for my summer holiday event! i was listening to a new playlist that had a lot of beach vibes and i thought a lot about yuuji!!

pairing: yuuji x fem!reader

warnings: all characters aged up, fluff, ocean, swimming, pet names, swearing, lowercase intentional

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this heat wave was no joke. every second spent inside was torture.

sitting inside of your apartment, directly right in front of the window ac unit, was the only moment of feeling that you were able to find.

your boyfriend, yuuji, was not as bothered by this heat. but, being the sweetheart he is, he wanted to do anything to help you feel happier.

a few quiet knocks on your door turned your attention away from the cool breeze. a faint, it's me babe, can i come in? coming from behind the door, swinging open after you approved.

and in he walks, clothed in the most vivid swim trunks and sandals, sunglasses on top of his pink hair, causing it to look a little unruly. under his arm, he has a very full beach bag, as well as an umbrella tucked under the other. confused, you open your mouth to ask what this is all about, but he beats you to it.

"it's fuckin hot," he shouts, dramatically wiping the sweat off of his forehead. "so i decided that we are going to the beach."

you turn around, leaning back on your arms as you sit on the floor in front of him. "you decided that? what if i don't want to go to the beach?"

he laughs and places his belongings down on the floor, shuffling towards your bedroom. shouting down the hall, he states, "we both know that isn't true. c'mon, get changed!"

you smile to yourself. one of your favorite things about yuuji is how much he cares about you, knowing every little detail about you. what you order from each restaurant, your favorite snacks, the temperature that you like in your apartment, and even how many blankets and pillows you sleep with.

when you walk into your room, you see your sweet, loving boyfriend crouched on the ground, the contents of one of your dresser drawers all over the ground. before you can complain, he tosses a swimsuit at you. yuuji stands up triumphantly.

"get dressed, hottie. we got some waves to catch!"

"yuuji, we don't know how to surf."

"you know what i mean! just get dressed," he whines, shutting your door.

when you emerge, the two of you waste no time grabbing the final things needed for your day at the beach. hopping into his car, yuuji makes quick work of getting down to the coast and finding you a place to park.

now, yuuji doesn't want to brag, but he is basically a professional at beach days. he picks the tastiest snacks, packs the exact amount of drinks necessary, the perfect length of towels, and the best quality sunscreen to protect you guys. because of this, he has mastered the art of setting up the perfect spot on the beach, in the optimal location: not to far from the water, but far enough that you aren't near any splashing or little kids.

after you help him secure the umbrella in the sand, enthusiasm washes over you, and you start to skip towards the shore.

"just what do you think you're doing?" he shouts, waving you down.

"going to get in the water! come join me,"

catching up to you, he scoops you up and throws you over his shoulders.

"yuuji, put me down!" you huff, trying to wiggle out of his hold.

"nu-uh babe, we have to get some sunscreen on you. it's a crucial step, ya know, and i don't want you to get a sunburn," he states matter of factly, setting you down on the blanket. pouting, you look up at him in fake annoyance.

"hey, i don't wanna see that. sit up, let me get your back first," he sighs, settling in behind you, legs placed on either side of yours.

the cool, sickeningly sweet-smelling lotion drips down the curve of your shoulder blades, trickling down your spine. you gasp a little and arch your back, causing yuuji to laugh. he starts to work the sunscreen into your skin, the warmth of his palms making you relax.

sighing, you lean back into his touch and place your head on his shoulder. chuckling, he picks up the bottle again, putting a little in his hands to get the rest of your body. starting with your face, he rubs a little lotion into your cheeks, nose, and forehead, then works his way down the tops of your shoulders, over your arms, and finishing with the top of your chest.

"okay, now we can get into the water. are you ready?"

you nod, his small massage combined with the steady lull of the waves making you a little sleepy. sitting up to stretch, you yelp when you are suddenly lifted up into a pair of strong arms.

"w-wait! i'm not ready, i need to-"

interrupted by a very cold splash of water, you grab onto yuuji's shoulders, legs wrapped around his waist. laughing, he fake drops you in the water further, causing you to gasp loudly and grab onto him even tighter.

"doesn't this feel great! okay, sit up a little, lemme throw you in!"

"absolutely not, please yuuji let's just swim around!" you groan, holding onto his broad shoulders for dear life. he smiles and places a sweet kiss on your lips.

"okay, okay, fine. we can swim around. but, i think you better keep holding on to me. y'know, just in case." he smiles, eyes crinkling at the corners.

"oh, of course. it's better to be safe than sorry after all."

[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

I Need You

A/N: This was found on Pinterest, so if you're the owner, let me know so I can give you the credits.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon X Reader

Word count: 2 K

Requested by anons: 1- I'm like super in love with a certain Daryl Dixon and I was wondering if you could write about them getting into a big argument and they like avoid eachother for a while (super angsty if you care lol) and then Carol and Rick just kinda make yall talk and it ends fluffy? 2 - Can i request a daryl x reader where the reader’s been with the group since atlanta, maybe set during when they’re at the prison?? daryl realizes he has a crush on the reader and just p a n i c s ? and just really sweet fluff????

Summary: After you almost get bit, Daryl loses his mind and lashes out on you. Tired of the constant arguments, the group finds a way to out you two together to try and fix things up.

{The Walking Dead Masterlist}

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“Yer almost got bit!” Daryl shouts, voice echoing through the prison. “Yer too damn stubborn, yer not goin’ on runs anymore.” He has his back at you as you follow him, struggling to keep his pace.

“I had everything under control.” You complain, ignoring Carol's questioning stare.

You, Daryl, and Maggie went on a run earlier today. Not too far, just to get some more formula for Judith. A walker fell from the roof, and it happened to be on a specific place Daryl told you not to go. The thing's teeth got a little too close to your arm, and Daryl shot an arrow through its head.

“Ya sure did!” He stops, turning around and pointing a finger at you. “If I weren't near ya, I'd be carryin’ ya back here with a freakin’ bite.” His voice gets louder, and you never saw Daryl so... Angry. So pissed. He's scaring you. “Or would ya have me cut her damn arm off? How does that sound?”

“Stop yelling at me!” You burst out, giving his chest a push.

“I'll stop yellin’ when ya understand how stupid and dangerous that was!” He steps forward, towering over you and you never felt so small.

“We needed those antibiotics!”

“Well, I freakin’ need ya. I need ya alive! Alive and well and breathin’.” Daryl shouts, right at your face. But the moment the words come out, he stops, stepping back. He seems confused, taken aback by something. “Screw that, I need a break from savin’ yer ass.” And then, he leaves, walking fast.

Huffing, you turn around, going to your cell.

You take the longest shower you can, washing the sweat and all the disgusting things the dead left on your skin. But most of the time, you were already done, dressed, and dried. You just wanted to be away from everyone. But eventually, you have to walk out. And of course, Carol finds you on your way back to your cell.

“(Y/N), I–”

“Daryl is such an asshole.” You say cutting her off and dropping on bed. “Did you see that? Did you see how he yelled at me? As if he has the right to do so.” Getting back up you pace around.

“I just think–”

“You know what? He can go to hell.” Throwing both hands in the air, you complain. “He and his crossbow, and-and his super hot stare and the stupid angel wings vest. And the bike too. All it. Straight to hell!”

“Aren't you just–”

“Uhg! Damn it.” Crossing your arms, you sigh. “Did you hear him forbidding me to go on runs?” With your hands now on your hips, you stare at Carol. “As if! Who the hell does he think he is? My boyfriend? To hell with him.”

“Will you let me talk?”

“Sure, go ahead.” Shrugging your shoulders, you nod.

But she doesn't say anything, she just takes a deep breath and shakes her head lightly. “Look, why don't you calm down first, and then we talk.” Carol gestured at the bed and you sit down, sighing. “Good... Try to relax and deal with it after a good night's sleep.”

“I could sleep a thousand years and I'd still be mad at Daryl.” You mutter as she leaves, lying on your back with your eyes closed.

You don't know where all this anger comes from, but it's always there, waiting to flow out. You do care about him, maybe too much, but it doesn't mean he gets to yell and boss you around like that. “Asshole!” You shout one last time, arms crossing as you drown in anger.

“I saw it,” Daryl exclaims, pacing around the guard tower, breathing and talking fast. “I saw her dyin’. I saw that thing bitin’ her, tearin’ her flesh.”

“She's fine, Daryl. You don't have to keep thinking about it.” Rick tries to calm him down, both hands raised at the archer.

“No, ya don't understand.” It's useless though. Daryl is a mess. He got into the shower as soon as (Y/N) got out, rubbing the walker's blood out of his skin. But after that, he went straight to Rick because he needs to vent. He needs to yell and understand why he feels so damn scared.

Why he feels like a switch was turned on, lighting up something that was there all along, but only now was brought to light.

Losing anyone from his group, from his family would hurt bad.

But he just found out that losing her would be far worse.

“I her dyin’, man.” He slows down, both hands on his head. “I saw her dyin’ and–”

“You love her.”

“What the hell, Rick?” He snaps, a hand violently gesturing at his friend.

“You might not want to admit it, but it's true. You know it.” Rick nods, a hand casually resenting on his holster. “We all know it since Atlanta. She loves you too.”

Daryl grunts, turning his back at Rick. “Yer crazy. And so is she.”

“You should sit and talk like civilized people.”

“I ain't gonna talk to her. Crazy chick.” He mutters, grabbing his crossbow a bit tighter. “She ain't goin’ on runs anymore. At least not without me.”

“Daryl–”

“Gotta go.” The archer cuts him off, leaving the guard tower at a fast pace.

He didn't like the ideas Rick put in his head.

“Rick wants to make a room for Carl and Judith on the second floor,” Carol says as you climb the stairs next to her. “So we're cleaning up the cells.”

“Alright.” You don't really want to help. Not today at least. The nap you took didn't help much with the last issue, and you're considering going out tomorrow, just to clear your head a bit. “What do you need me to do?”

“We're just setting things up.”

“Mmm.” You mutter, running a hand through your hair as you follow her pace. Carol takes you to the very back of the corridor, to a pretty isolated cell. “You gonna put the kids here? This cell sucks. It's too–” You stop talking when you see Daryl inside, eyes-rolling. “Look, I won't help if he helps.” It sounds childish, but you don't care. You're far too pissed at the man to be near him.

“Look, I don't care if you guys argued.” Rick walks over you, friendly touching your arm. “You two just have to get your shkt together.” And you're suddenly pushed, almost stumbling inside the cell.

“What the hell?” You shout, but the moment you move, Rick pulls the bars close locking you inside. “Rick, drop it. I'm not joking.” Holding the bars, you shoot him and Carol an angry stare. “Open up.”

“There are blankets and dinner will be brought to you,” Carol says, arms crossed. “We did that because it's the only way to force you guys to talk.”

“Yeah. You'll have the whole night to figure out whatever has you both always at each other's throat.” Rick adds, sliding the key into his pocket. “Have a nice time.”

And like that, both jerks leave, talking something you can't hear. Sighing, you lay your forehead on the cold metal bars, not wanting to look at your company for the night.

“Yer can take the bed.” He says after a while.

“Obviously.” You're quick to snap. “It's your fault we're here in the first place.”

“How's that?”

“If you didn't come back from the run making a hell of a show about something that didn't even happen, we wouldn't be locked up in here.” Turning around, with both hands on your hips, you stare at him.

“If ya had listened to me, ya wouldn't have–”

“And why in the hell do I have to listen to you, Dixon? I know my way out there as well as you do.”

“ ‘Cause I jus’ wanna keep ya safe.” He's yelling again, stepping forward.

“Stop acting like I mean anything to you!” With a finger on his face, you move closer to him. You wish you could look intimidating, but being so small, that's very difficult.

“Maybe ya do mean somethin’ ta’ me! How could ya know that if ya never ask!”

“Well, I–” The answer is cut short when your furious brain processes what he just said. Furrowing your eyebrows together, you shrug your shoulders. “What do you mean?”

“Nothin’.”

“Daryl, what do you mean?” Raising your voice again, you follow him as he moves further into the cell. “What would you answer if I ask?”

“I ain't gonna answer.”

“Daryl–”

“I ain't gonna answer!” He shouts again, turning around to look at you.

Taking a deep breath, you sit on the edge of the bed, folding a leg under you. “Do you hate me?”

“What?”

“Do you hate me, Daryl?” Your voice is lower now because you do want to know.

He remains silent for a while, those blue eyes locked on yours. “No.”

“Then why–”

“I can't lose ya.” He bursts out, eyes now looking at the floor. “At that moment back there, I... I saw it happenin’. I saw ya dyin’, and I... I can't lose ya. I can't see ya gettin’ hurt.”

His voice is so low you can barely hear it. You've never seen Daryl so... Scared. Vulnerable. “You can't protect me all the time, Daryl. Accidents happen.”

“I can. I can keep ya safe if ya listen to me.” You're about to protest when Daryl comes to sit next to you, eyes on the wall across the cell. “I know ya can survive out there. But my mind works in a thousand different ways ta’ get stuff done without anyone gettin’ hurt. I need ya ta’ trust me. Ta’ believe I can keep ya safe.”

“But I need you to believe me too. To believe I can do this.” Turning your body towards him, you friendly touches his arm. “Daryl, I... I like you... A lot. And I admire you, I trust you. You taught me so much and I need you to trust me. I promise I'll be more careful, but I need you to–”

“Don't go out there without me.” He suddenly says, voice heavy. “I trust ya. Yer brave and strong. But if ya go out there and I can't keep my eyes on ya... I'll lose my damn mind.”

“Alright.” Nodding, you sigh, smiling a little. “Just don't yell at me again, Daryl Dixon.”

“Yer almost died and I... Damn it, (Y/N), –”

“I like you too, Dixon.” Standing up to your feet, you smile, looking down at him. “You don't have to say if you don't want to, just... Let's get this over with. The world is a freaking mess and if you like me and I like you we should be together.” You can't believe you're saying this, after so long. But it feels good. You feel good, secure. “Just let me know what you want.”

“Ya.”

“Me?”

“Yeah.” He nods, blue eyes locked on yours.

“Alright.” Mirroring his head movement, you clear your throat, cheeks burning. After a few seconds of silence, you walk to the bars. “RICK! CAROL! Daryl and I are dating now, can we go?” You yell, and the low chattering downstairs goes silent.

“Would it be so bad ta' stay locked in here with me for a night?” Daryl asks, and you turn around, biting your lip to hold back a smile.

“Absolutely not.” Shrugging your shoulders, you slowly move to the bed, climbing on and lying down. “I'm actually sleepy and it's cold so it'll be nice to have someone to warm me up at night.”

“Don't push it.”

“I'm not.” Giggling, you feel as he lies down, close enough so his shoulder is touching your back. “Night, D. It was good to sort things out with you.”

“Good night, pretty girl.” He mutters and you smile, eyes closing and sleep easily overcoming you, thanks to the amazing feeling of having Daryl lying next to you.

[rendevousz]

not a lonely birthday

teen!actress!reader x platonic!jeremy renner

brief reader x marvel cast

req by @maximeevansblog : The reader (me ) is dating jeremy renner its the readers birtday, and jeremy renner spoiling her, taking to the hair salon and to the nail salon , and the trows a party for her, and he asks her to marry him, and a couple months later the reader is asked to been on say yes to the dress and alot of fluff please (i'm so sorry i couldn't write your exact request. i added the other cast too but it's still mainly jeremy renner so i hope you enjoy this still)

summary: you thought you were gonna have to spend your birthday alone but jeremy had other plans.

word count: 3296

note: i told her i couldn't really write romance because my blog is mainly teen!reader and she said i could just turn it into an x teen!reader so i did. i mean, i can write a non teen!reader but it probably won't be anytime soon so i'm not taking requests that aren't x teen!reader as of now <33

"are you sure you'll be okay?"

"yes, mum, i'll be fine here. i've been doing fine for the past two and a half months, what's another week without you guys gonna do to me?" you told your mother on the phone, rolling your eyes at her excessive, unnecessary worrying.

"we're so sorry about this, sweetheart," you heard your dad speak and you figured he must've been listening the whole time. your mum must've had it on speaker since the beginning of the phone call.

"you shouldn't have to spend your birthday all alone. i promise we'll make it up to you, honey." your mother spoke again and you groaned. "i keep telling you that it's fine. and what do you take me for, a loner? i've got the others here, mum, i'll be fine." you told her, a smile ghosting over your lips at how concerned she is of you.

your birthday was coming in two days and having a whole movie to film meant that you weren't allowed to leave the country for just a weekend to celebrate it with your family. so, they worked around your schedule and planned a trip to visit. unfortunately, your idiot of a brother managed to get himself into a skating accident and had to be hospitalised, affecting their whole plan of coming to celebrate your 18th birthday with you. well, not on the day of your birthday, at least.

"i'll make sure sarah'll bring you out to celebrate, okay? i'm so sorry about this, y/n." you could practically hear the pout in her voice and you held back the urge to tell her off for profusely apologising, you didn't want to receive a beating when she finally arrives here.

"i'll be fine, mum," you whined. "as i said, i'll be filming on my birthday too so i'll at least be with the cast then. it's never a dull day with them. and i'll be waiting for your gift from sarah on my birthday." you teased her. you knew she had a habit of getting birthday gifts way too early. for once, she was grateful for that because she had given sarah—your manager and also a family friend— your birthday present for her to safe-keep in case anything like this happened and she couldn't give it to you on your birthday.

"i'll give you permission to whack your brother once we come." your dad tells you seriously and you laughed. "thanks, dad. i'll be sure to remember it. anyways, i have to get back on set soon. i'll talk to you guys when i can?"

"of course, honey. have fun on set!" your parents bid you goodbye and you hung up with an adoring smile on your face. you missed your family and having been able to hear your parents' voices for a mere five minutes was enough to cure it for even just a little bit. sure, you were disappointed that you weren't going to get to spend your birthday with them but spending it doing what you love—acting— with the people, aside from your family and friends from home, that you love—the cast— didn't sound so bad.

"i'm so sorry about this, darling." you heard someone say, effectively breaking your train of thoughts. you turned to the source of the voice, meeting the hazel eyes of your manager and long-time family friend, sarah. she pulls you in for a hug that you groaned into but still returned. you rolled your eyes playfully when she let go. "i'm not upset, sarah."

"i know. but you're disappointed." she says softly, fixing your costume after the hug messed it up a little. "maybe i am, but it doesn't matter. i chose this life so technically i brought all of this upon myself. i signed up to have a normal life stripped away from me." you told her honestly, internally cringing because you hadn't meant to get that deep.

"y/n," her hands rested on both of your shoulders and she looks down at you with that stern mum glare she'd give you whenever you were being a little troublemaker. she was practically your second mum, having promised your own that she'd take care of you whenever you had to travel for filming.

"i know, i know, i'm sorry. i didn't mean it in a bad way. i love my job but it sucks that i have to be far away from family, you know?" you sighed. "i understand, darling. it's hard but hey, i'll be with you the whole day, okay? we'll go out and have a nice girl's day out together, do whatever you want. that sound nice to you?" she places a gentle hand against your skin, careful not to rub the fake dirt and wound makeup on your face.

"that sounds great, sarah. i have only a half day of filming that day, right?" you ask her, knowing she remembers your schedule better than you yourself do. "yup. anyways, they need you on set 3. get out there and make me proud, darling."

-

"and....cut!" the director called out and you dramatically dropped limp against the wire harness attached to your body, the wires holding up your weight so you didn't drop down to the floor but also didn't have to remain standing on your own.

you heard sebastian laughing, him being the closest to you in the scene you had just filmed. "you tired, y/n/n?" evans chuckled as he walked towards where you and seb were standing. "yeah, i just wanna sleep right now." you told them, standing up on your own when a crew member wanted to get your harness off.

"well, at least you get to rest now. you're done for the day right?" seb asked, the three of you now walking to the snack table together. "yeah but sarah wanted to take me out so maybe not rest but i'll get to relax. that's good enough," you say, peeling off a banana and taking a bite while the two men drank some water.

"she's taking you out later today? is there a special occasion?" chris asked and you smiled at him. "nah, nothing much. she just thought i've been stressed lately." you lied. you didn't want to seem attention-seeking for telling chris and sebastian that it was your birthday so you settled on a little lie.

"she's not wrong. you have been working hard and you deserve a relaxing evening off work." seb agreed.

"oh she's walking over here right now. are you going now?" chris asked, eyes trained behind you as he watched sarah coming closer. you turned around, meeting her frown-etched face and you blinked profusely in confusion. "i thought we're going in two hours?"

"y/n, i'm so sorry. some stuff came up and i have last minute errands to run all day," she told you, offering a guilty expression when your face dropped slightly. "oh.. i– um, yeah, it's fine."

"are you sure it's fine? i promised you though," she frowned. "it's fine, i know you have a lot to handle and it's totally fine if we don't go out today. i'll just take a nap and be on netflix all day, i guess." you joked but sarah didn't laugh. "sarah, it's fine. you know i've been wanting to catch up on a list of shows. when else will i be able to do this?" you assured her, trying to mask your disappointment.

"i have to go now. i'll make it up to you, darling, i promise." she gave you a hug before running off somewhere. you felt bad for her because she probably had to be running here and there all day but it didn't change that you were disappointed. maybe you really did deserve this for choosing this life.

"hey kiddo," you felt someone ruffle your hair and you were almost going to go off on them for doing that before remembering you had just finished your last scene for the day. an arm rested over your shoulder and you looked up to see jeremy taking over sarah's previous spot.

"um excuse me? do we not exist?" chris joked when jeremy didn't greet him nor seb. jeremy rolled his eyes at them, turning back to look down at you. "you did great today, kiddo." he complimented and you smiled, thanking him.

"wow okay, i guess we really don't exist, huh? c'mon seb, let's go somewhere else where people appreciate our presence." evans sassed, glaring at you two as both men strutted away.

"good riddance," jeremy said, dropping his arm so that you two were now face to face. "happy birthday, y/n." he says, handing you a little bronze coloured box. you gasped as you took it in your hands.

"how'd you know it was my birthday?" you asked him, eyes wide in surprise. "of course i know your birthday, kiddo. after all, you are my favourite co-star." he grins, gesturing for you to open the box.

you did and your hand immediately flew to cover your mouth in shock. "jeremy! you didn't!" you gently took out the necklace from the box, examining it closely. the charm was in the shape of your favourite animal and the chain was gold. this must've costed him a fortune.

"jeremy, you didn't have to!" you exclaimed, pouting at him to prevent yourself from bursting into tears right then and there. "kiddo, i love you a lot, how could i not?"

playing clint's adopted, eldest daughter in the films, as well as a member of the avengers, you and jeremy worked together a lot. he helped you a lot with practicing your lines and emotions for specific scenes and you bonded over so many things you two had in common. even off set jeremy still acted like your father so practically everyone knew how close you two were. if sarah is considered your second mum, you'd say jeremy is your second dad.

"so i heard sarah bailed on your birthday date today," he says as he helped you put on the necklace, smiling fondly when you looked down at it happily. "thanks a lot, jeremy. you really didn't have to," you hugged him tight, the man chuckling as he hugged you back.

"and sarah didn't bail. she just has errands to run all day. can't blame her, she's a busy woman." you told him. "yeah yeah, anyways, how 'bout i take you out instead? a birthday lunch and a day out with your favourite cast mate?" he wiggles his eyebrows at you, a smirk playing on his lips.

"you don't have anymore scenes to shoot?" you ask. "i do but i have plenty of time before then." he replies. you agreed happily and he tells you to meet him outside the set in an hour so you two could change out of your costumes.

-

"you ready for the best day ever, kiddo?" jeremy asks as you entered the passenger seat. "best day ever? then shouldn't we invite the rest?" you teased, buckling your seatbelt. "hey! i'm pretty fun too!"

you chuckled at his childishness. "i'm kidding, you are fun. now let's go already, i'm starving." you complained and he started the engine, letting you play whatever songs you wanted as background to your small talk.

you had lunch first at your favourite restaurant but not before you two had a debate of whether you were allowed to because you were supposed to be on a diet during the length of the movie shooting and him ultimately going 'to hell with that diet, it's your special day' and then dragging you in. after that, he said he had a surprise for you and told you to just get in the car.

when he finally stopped somewhere, you realised it was a pretty well known hair salon in town and you tilted your head in confusion. why would he bring you here?

"you said you wanted to dye your hair, didn't you? let's do it." he says nonchalantly, unbuckling his seatbelt before you both exited the car. "are you crazy? we're still in the middle of filming!" you exclaim in disbelief. this man was crazy.

"yeah but it's not like they can't just get a wig of your current hair and use that for the rest of the filming. scar and lizzie wear wigs all the time, you can too. now let's go dye that stupid colour you want!" he cheers, tugging you along with him by your wrist, into the salon. you chuckled at his antics, letting him drag you.

the next hour or two was spent with you worrying that your parents would kill you for this, or worse, anthony or joe. you knew it would be a meltdown for them if you came back with your hair a completely different colour.

jeremy assured you that the russos, as well as your parents, would not get mad at this but you were pretty sure you'd get an earful from both pairs. you made him promise that he would talk to both parties that he was the one who convinced you to do this. but once your hair was done, all worries flew out the window as you admired your new hair.

"you look great, kiddo. this colour looks good on you." he looks at you with a fond smile, trying to resist the urge to ruffle your newly done hair but failing. you pouted at him when he did so, reaching up to fix it again. "sorry, y/n/n, couldn't resist," he states, pinching your cheek.

"alright, next stop now, let's go!" he pulls you by the wrist once again and you let him, used to him doing this already. the next time he stopped, you damn right almost had another heart attack because again, this man was crazy.

he did not just bring you to a nail place. surely he isn't about to let you get your nails done, right? the russos would have your head and his too if you were to get them done and casually get back to the studio.

"no." you said firmly, crossing your arms over your chest as you stayed seated in the passenger seat. "c'mon, y/n/n," he whined, throwing a tantrum outside the car door as he tried to get you to leave the car.

"no, jeremy, they'll literally send me back here to get it off because in case you forgot, in all my scenes, i don't have fancy nails." you reasoned, noticing that jeremy has now moved to your side of the car and the passenger seat door has now been opened, the man continuing to make a fuss closer to you now.

"no they will not, i'll make sure they don't. c'mon kiddo, it's your birthday, let's have a little fun!" he says but you were still unsure about the whole thing. "i don't know.."

"okay fine i guess i'll tell you this now. they didn't want to tell you until later today because they wanted it to be your kinda birthday present but your avenger suit has changed. it's not like the one in the last movie, it's got gloves now! and the rest of your scenes excluding the last few ones are all in your superhero suit right?" your eyes widened at this new information, a smile growing on your lips.

"wait, for real? are you sure they're not just fingerless gloves?" he smiles down at you. "yeah. i planned this day well, okay? put some trust in me, geez," he sassed, moving out of your way as you finally exited the car.

"this better not be a joke, renner, because if it is, i'll have your head." you threatened jokingly. "yeah, yeah. oh also, can you just pretend to be shocked when they tell you about your suit upgrade? because i really wasn't supposed to tell you this." he scratched the back of his head awkwardly as you walked two walked into the nail salon.

the entire time, he awkwardly sat at the side, waiting for you to be done. when you were though, he quickly got up, as if he had been restless sitting down the whole time.

"they're pretty," he says as you walked back to his car. "yeah, i really like them. haven't had my nails done in a long time." you replied, getting in the car and waiting for jeremy to get in on his side. once he did, he immediately started the engine and started driving back to the set where he had to continue shooting and where you knew sarah would be waiting for you.

it was after many different topics and finally arriving outside the set did you decide to get a little emotional. "hey, i just wanna say thanks for today. i thought i was gonna spend the day alone watching netflix all day like some loser but you made this day really enjoyable. you have no idea how much this really means to me, thank you so much jeremy. i love you." you pouted at him, trying not to cry. "aw kiddo, of course. you're an important person to me. couldn't let you be a loser on your special day," he teases, bringing you into a hug where he didn't miss his chance to ruffle your hair.

once you let go, he kept an arm around your shoulder as you both walked in. he opened the door for you both and you almost jumped in place.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"

your jaw dropped at the sight in front you. every single one of your co-stars, along with some crew members were wearing party hats holding up a banner that said 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Y/N'. sarah was in the middle, holding a huge birthday cake with a smile on her face. you slowly walked towards her, hand over your mouth in shock.

sarah gave the cake over to robert before opening her arms up for you. you gave her a tight hug. "you didn't have to do all this," you say, letting go of her. "jeremy and i planned this right when your mother called beforehand and told me they couldn't come in time." she explained.

you turned to jeremy who had been standing next to you the whole time, giving him another hug which he happily accepted. "you guys didn't have to." you told them, trying not to cry at the thought that these people loved you enough to do this for you.

"but we wanted to. and the rest wanted to join in too. now before you start bawling your eyes out, let's get this party started!" he cheered.

"but before that, make a wish, kiddo." robert tells you after evans finished lighting up all the candles. you closed your eyes, making a wish and blowing them all out. everyone cheered before walking away to grab food or to talk to others. or in your cast mates' cases, fighting over who gets to give you your present first.

"you knew it was my birthday!" you exclaimed when you locked eyes with evans, who was in the middle of a brawl with both mackie and robert. he laughed out loud. "yeah! i did! your lie couldn't fool me, child!" he says dramatically, before being pushed aside by robert.

you laughed as they continued to fight right in front of you about who you love more and therefore getting to be first to give you their gift. they even managed to slip in a few compliments about your new hair, while they were literally fighting. you watched in glee, realising that even if your biological family couldn't make it for your special day, you still had a second one to make it special.

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𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐀𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐀𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 {𝐂! 𝐅𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫}

Character: C! Foolish

Side Character(s): Awesamdude

Story-type: Fluff Romance

Story Length: 2200 words

AU or Not: Not much really

Time Period: Somewhere in the future like maybe after three years- Idk

Plot Summary: Foolish talks to Sam who's your father and plans on taking you on a special date to ask you the big question.

Small Info: You're Awesamedude's adoptive daughter

Keywords: Y/N = Your Name Y/F/F = You Favorite Flowers

Trigger Warning: None

Normal Warning: adorable but maybe cringe but cute ig-

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Foolish's Point of View~

I stood outside of Sam's house as I was sweating while feeling very nervous. I took a deep breath as I knocked on the hard wood as I waited for Sam to answer the door.

After a few minutes, I could hear small footsteps as the door opened to reveal Sam on the other side of the door. My nervous level literally went up a little.

"Oh hey Foolish. It's a surprise to see you here." he said as I mustered up a smile as I nodded.

"Yeah. I just wanted to talk to you about something if you aren't busy at the moment." I asked as he looked at me before nodding.

"I am not busy so you can come in and we can talk." he said opening the door even more to let me in as I entered his house while he closed it and led me to the living room.

As I entered the living room, I noticed a shelf which had picture frames and I saw a picture of Sam and Y/N when she was just little and then a picture of when she was just a teenager.

I smiled at the pictures before I sat down on the chair opposite to where Sam was sitting. At this point, I was feeling pretty nervous and scared to ask him.

"So what did you want to talk about?" Sam asked as I looked at him.

"I came to ask for your permission." I said as he looked confused.

"My permission for what?" He asked as I let out a sigh.

"To have your daughter's hand in marriage." I said as silence fell in the living room.

I glanced at Sam who seemed to have a look of shock as if trying to process whatever I just said. I was pretty scared right now and I was already scared of Sam the minute I started to date Y/N.

"Wait so... you are asking me for Y/N's hand in marriage?" He asked but he didn't seem angry.

"Yeah. I am Sam. I really love Y/N. She's everything to me. She's the reason I am happy cause seeing makes me smile and she's helped me a lot of times." I said as I felt Sam looking at me.

"What do you like about Y/N?" He asked as I looked down before speaking.

"I like how she's kind, smart, very optimistic and knows how to make someone smile. I'll be honest Sam, in my eyes she's like a Goddess to me because she radiates so much happiness that it just makes me feel happy about myself. She's very accepting too." I said as I smiled at what I said about her.

"I understand if you don't give me permission Sam." I finished as I looked down as to not meet his eyes.

I heard him sigh and then suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder as I looked up to see Sam not having a negative look but was smiling.

"I give you my blessing and permission. I wish you the best of luck." He said as I looked at him in shock but smiled.

"Thanks Sam." I said as he nodded.

"Anytime. Now get going." He said as I got up and left after thanking him again.

I already had a date planned with her tonight. I just needed to get things ready and I had plenty of time to do so. I quietly ran my way towards my summer home so I can get things and myself ready and pick up Y/N.

Timeskip brought to you by Foolish Jr. and Finley~

I took a deep breath as I came towards the front of her house as I knocked on it as I held the bouquet of Y/F/F behind me to surprise her. I was feeling nervous and excited at the same time.

After a few, I heard the door open to be greeted by Y/N herself. I was speechless as to how she looked. She wore a long elegant yellow green floral dress with beading florals as he hair slightly long hair was loose and pinned at the back by a silver barrette.

(Dress Reference)

She looked like a Goddess honestly. I could feel my cheeks warming up as I was blushing at this point. I smiled as I held out the flowers to her.

"For you m'lady." I said as I heard her giggle as she took the flowers.

"You didn't have to Foolish but thanks anyways. These are lovely." She said as I shook my head.

"I wanted to do it. But may I say you look really beautiful tonight." I said as I saw her blush.

"T-thank you. You look rather handsome yourself." She said as I chuckled as I held out my hand to her.

"Shall we?" I asked as she smiled and took my hand.

"We shall." She said with a small giggle.

We carefully made our way to my summer home. Luckily we didn't run into any mobs in the nether. Today was pretty quest there too unlike how it's filled with piglins and such. When we came through the portal to my Summer home, I stopped.

"Is something wrong?" She asked as I shook my head.

"It's nothing but I want you to close your eyes." I said.

"Why?" She asked confused.

"It's a surprise." I said with a smile.

"You're not planning to kidnap me are you?" She asked as I shook my head.

"That would probably the lats thing I'd ever do." I said to her.

"Okay okay. I'll keep my eyes closed." She said as she closed her eyes.

I carefully guided her towards the place where I set the date up. After a few moments I stopped in front of the place. It was a very place for a view to with the ocean and the stars shining bright in the sky. I looked over at Y/N, smiling.

"Okay. You can open your eyes now." I said as she opened her eyes only to have a look of shock as her eyes twinkled.

"Foolish... This is... amazing!" I heard her exclaim with excitement.

"I am glad you like it. It was pretty easy to set up and I did this for you the most. I mean we've been dating for a while now so I thought of doing something extra special for this date." I said as she hugged me.

"Thank you Foolish." She said as I hugged back.

"Anything for you. Now let's enjoy the night while it lasts." I said.

It was a very well-going date so far. I was glad to see Y/N smiling most of time. I am glad she enjoyed the date so far as much as I did. We mostly talked for a while.

I was trying to figure out when to confess to her. I wanted to confess to her during this date but I wasn't sure when to. I could do it now but I am just waiting for the right moment.

Then I remembered something. I quickly checked my watch to see the time and saw that it wad five minutes till the meteor shower was going to happen.

"Hey Y/N. Come on with me. There's gonna be a meteor shower tonight." I said.

"Wait really?!" She said as I nodded.

"Yeah. I didn't know either until later. Come on!" I said as we both got up from her seats and took her hand.

I dragged her towards the sandy shore of the place as we sat down to look up at the starry night sky. Not even a minute later, the meteor shower started.

It was a pretty sight to be honest. I glanced at Y/N who seemed to be awestruck at this. I smiled as I felt the box which held the ring in my pocket.

I was going to do it tonight and I wasn't going to leave without even confessing to her. The meteor shower ended after a few. Right now we were just looking at the night sky as the stars twinkled. It was peaceful to say the least.

"The stars are really beautiful tonight." I heard her say as I looked at her with a smile.

"Not as beautiful as you." I said as she blushed and looked at me and let out a small laugh.

"I am nowhere near beautiful as them Foolish." She said as I put my hand on top of hers as I kissed her forehead.

"You're just as beautiful as the stars." I said as she looked at me with a smile knowing there was no point in arguing about it.

She leaned her head on my shoulder as I wrapped my arm around her. We stayed like this for a few until, I felt Y/N shifting a bit as she pulled away.

"What time is it right now?" She asked as I looked at my watch.

"It's currently 3 in the morning." I said as she slowly got up and I followed to do the same.

"Thank you for the date tonight Foolish. It was one of the greatest dates I ever had and will always cherish the moments we had." She said as I nodded with a smile.

"Anything for you, Y/N." I said as she smiled.

"I have to get going or my dad's gonna start freaking out." She said and that's when I remembered what I had to do.

I quickly pulled the box out of my pocket and held it tight behind me as I stopped Y/N from walking away from me any further as I carefully grabbed her hand.

"Y/N wait! Before you go, I have to tell you something. I promise it won't take long!" I said as she stopped to look at me as I let go of her hand.

"Okay sure. What is it" She asked as I let out a sigh before I started to speak.

"Y/N, these three years of my life were the greatest when I first met you. You're smart, funny, kind, caring and even the most optimistic out of everyone here. You would always try making others smile and laugh. Not everyone can do something like that. I felt blessed when I met you and the fact that you even accepted to be my girlfriend. These three years have been nothing but the greatest time I have spent with you and I don't want to ever let you go." I said as she looked at me with shock and I could tell she had tears coming out of her eyes with what I have just said.

"I... Foolish what are you trying to say?" She asked in an audible whisper.

"What I am trying to say here is that..." I started as I took out the ring box from behind as I knelt down in front of her as I opened the box to reveal a beautiful silver ring which had an emerald stone in the middle with small diamonds surrounding it.

"Will do me the honors of making me the happiest man alive and marry me?" I asked as I saw her covering her mouth in shock and tears.

"Foolish... I..." I heard her start. I was expecting the worst honestly. I wouldn't argue if she rejected me but what she said next shocked me.

"Of course I'll marry you!" She said as I was tackled to the ground by her as we both laughed.

We both sat up on the sandy floor as I put the ring on her finger and kissed her on the lips as she kissed back. We eventually pulled away as we stayed in each other's embrace for a bit more.

I couldn't think of anything else other than the beautiful girl that was right in my arms who is now my fiancee. I kissed the top of her head as I smiled while resting my chin on her head.

"I love you Foolish." I heard her whisper as she let out a yawn.

"I love you too. Sleep well my Goddess." I said as I saw her falling asleep in my arms.

I looked up at the sky. I smiled as I looked down at the sleeping figure in my arms before I let out a small chuckle and kissed her temple.

"Under the stars, I only see you."

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I may have actually died from the immense fluff of the oneshot but I am actually pretty proud of this and I hope you like it too Yams!

Prompt Used: "under the stars, I only see you."

Tag: @yamturds

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Sweet Melody | t.holland

Pairing: Tom Holland x Performer! Reader

Summary: Your new single was set to premier on the BBMA's, where supportive / Jealous boyfriend Tom makes an appearance

Content: fluff, lil angst and then back to fluff

A/N: So this is obviously inspired by Sweet Melody by Little Mix (Queens comeback with confetti 😳) So I'd suggest listening to it before reading this to feel the full effect. I'm quite new to Tumblr but I hope I'm doing this right OKAY ENJOY

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Your hands were clammy and unbearable from the sweat that was starting to seriously become a nuisance at that point.

Heart Racing inside your chest, you were waiting for your turn to go up on-stage to perform "the newest hit" as Tom had described it even though he never actually heard the song. He was effortlessly supportive of you, respecting your space and work ethics which was one of the many things you adored about him. The thought of Tom sitting out there to cheer you on calmed you down.

You were in your dressing room, stylists making sure that nothing was a-miss and that you were all set for the show when a knock interrupted them. You walked over to the door, tugging it open to be greeted by Tom, clad in his Black blazer and white under shirt.

"Babe!" He grinned pulling you in by the waist and giving you a soft lingering kiss as he pressed a bouquet of your favourite flowers into your hands. "Tom!" You gushed smelling the flowers and smiling back up at him. "I wanted to come and say goodluck before you go on- and well, I couldn't wait to kiss you"

You could feel your stylists eyes on you so decided to keep it short and sweet.

"We'll aren't you the sweetest English Man I've ever met" "Really?" He asked as he leaned in slowly, a side smirk gracing his face.

You put your index finger up to his lips effectively stopping his movement and hoped he wouldn't feel too dejected. "If we're not counting Harrison of course" You attacked as Tom rolled his eyes and grabbed both of your cheeks with one hand, only slightly aggressively

"These Jokes are gonna get you in so much trouble Darling" Snaking your arms around his neck, you looked up at him challengingly. "Try me Love, I bite pretty rough myself" He took your hand in his and kissed the back of it as he retreated from the doorway, smirk never leaving his face. " I'll see you on stage babygirl"

He came to help calm your nerves. You looked down at the bundle of flowers in your hands and smiled.

Tom was always curious about what you'd be working on, especially if you intended to keep it a secret. You kept this one to yourself though. He had asked you about the song you'd be performing millions of times but you didn't give in. You wanted to see his raw reaction.

Taking in a deep breath you let the sound of the music drown out the nervousness as the beat gave you the signal to begin. You turned towards the audience in all your shining glory as you sang

"In a whole nother life, there was this boy that I knew.."

The crowd looked way bigger from upstage and you tried hard not to let it effect you, which was when you noticed the familiar mop of curls, hands high up in the air with that goofy grin on his face.

"I wasn't crazy 'bout the words. But the melodies were sweet"

Toms face contorted into one of confusion as he had attempted to pay more attention to the lyrics rather then the extremely sexy outfit and dance moves.

"And it went like do do do ro ro do..... He used to sing me sweet melodies! He played me! Made me believe me it was real love..."

The cheers were wild as the beat dropped and you could feel yourself gaining more and more confidence in your steps.

"...Sang me, Sweet Melodies. But the day he did me wrong the song couldn't go on and on and on"

After your performance you were hot and covered in sweat but too giddy to even care. A trail of compliments from crew members and backup dancers followed you all the way back to your dressing room.

You heard the the door close and lock sharply behind you making you look back to see none other then Tom Holland.

"Hey!" You giggled as you ran over to him and gave him a tight hug, which he returned not-so-tightly, however you were too excited to notice the dark air around him. "So, how was it?" You asked referring to the performance.

Tom gave you a small smile and kissed your forehead, knowing he shouldn't ruin this moment no matter how he was feeling. "You were Amazing" His arms found your hips once again, something he tended to do when he was feeling down or possessive. "Loved seeing every second of it"

"oh yeah?" You beamed, getting up on your toes and kissing his nose. "Yeah, not so much hearing it though" Tom continued

He went and did it. Tom knew he was being petty and mentally smacked himself for it.

"what?" Your eyebrows furrowed as your face backed away from his slightly. "Well- I just wasn't expecting this top-secret song you've been working on for months to be about someone else" His eyes fell to the ground, a bit disappointed in himself that he let his feelings slip when he should've been happy for you.

Tom knew about your ex. He was a guitarist and you were the voice to his tunes. That's how you two had gotten together in the first place. Tom had always felt like music was a barrier between you and him since he wasn't particularly musical. He felt like "just" an Actor, but you were a star. You were the pinnacle of his entire life. The thought of you thinking and writing about someone else put him on edge and it was starting to show more and more as the minutes passed.

A light laugh came from you, making him look back at you. "Tom, My love, You were listening, but I don't think you were really listening"

You smiled gently, meeting his eyes.

"He used to sing me sweet melodies"

You sang, no backup music, stage effects or spotlights. Just you and your angelic voice that Tom would drown himself in if he could've.

"He played me, made me believe it was real love"

He closed his eyes and leaned his forehead down to lay on your shoulders and he focused on every single word this time.

"Sang me, Sweet Melodies. But the day he did me wrong, the song couldn't go on and on and on"

Tom looked back up and pressed a kiss to your lips, his grasp on your hips tightening. "Don't you see Tom, you're not just a Melody. You are the entire song. I want to spend every note of my life with you. I want you to play on my radio till I run out of batteries" He chuckled, almost sniffling as he put his forehead against yours. "Darling, you know I'm bad at music theory, you're basically speaking a foreign language to me"

You both laughed heartily, holding onto each other as you did, the tension from before dissipating quickly in each other's arms.

"And who says I can't write a song about you lover boy" You smirked looking up at him and lightly flicking his nose to which he winced. "I'd have a lot to say"

"I'm holding you to that then" Tom smiled and pulled you against him to capture your lips in a deep kiss.

"oh by the way, do you think you can keep this outfit for- well, you know"

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C A N N O T

Last goodbyes now untold, bad memories remain unfold. He stood and watched you burn to crisps, music coming out of your favorite disc. What he wanted to do cannot be done, that is until the time will come. Now, he opened the book, full of hope; you will be with him and elope.

Pairing: Time Traveler-vampire!Lee Heeseung x witch!fem reader

Genre/TW: forbidden love, fluff, angsty, the 17th century era (vampire-witch era), time travelling, mentions of murder, blood, poison, knives, self-harm

Word count: 7,256 words

Tall trees, sounds of the birds' wings flapping, and the strong wind blowing the leaves; it was absolutely perfect. The weather was perfect and so were your feelings.

No negativity that tenses your mind into something you don't want it to be. Your fingers gently stroked the leaves of the apple tree your family grew. The softest smile rest on your glossy lips as you picked out a perfectly red apple.

"Y/n, big sister!" You turn your head around to look at your little brother. His hair blown by the wind, so it looked like a bird's nest- this made you laugh. Although, it is utterly adorable.

"Look at this spinning top mom bought me! Isn't it interesting!?" Your brother shouted at the top of his lungs. He jumped around you for you to pay attention to his new toy. You kneeled a bit and patted his head.

"It's looks nice- why won't you play with it inside? You don't want it getting lost, right?" He gasps at your words and immediately runs inside your home.

You let out a chuckle before you continued to pick all the apples from the tree. Your careful figure tried not to stumble because of the wind. You brush your hair out of your face before you head back inside your home.

You placed the basket on the table before you took a small pouch. You attached it to your dress before you come face to face with your mother. "Heading out so soon again?"

"Yes, mother- I need to go to the village. We are running out of food supplies. All we have are fruits, I'll be back soon, don't worry." You grabbed your cloak.

"Be careful, my child. Don't let anyone suspect you," her last words made you nod. Soon, you left the house and made your trip to the village. Your heart beats in anticipation like usual when you head to the village.

The nervousness and fear of getting caught fills your stomach with pesky flies. Your hand gripped on your cloak tightly. You never intended for someone to find out you are a witch.

Therefore, your family has remained far away from the village. No one would have made dark magic and dark spirits roaming around their homes- that's why they eliminate people who practices witchcraft immediately.

When you made it to the village, you tried to act normal. A soft smile on your face as you bought food for your family. So far, no one has really suspected you as a witch. You were so distracted in buying food; you flinched when you felt a hand on your shoulder.

You turned around; "hello, miss- I apologize for scaring you, but I believe this is yours?" He reached out his hand with a familiar red pouch on top of his palm. Immediately, you checked your bag, and the red pouch is gone!

"Oh- um- thank you. This is awkward, I'm not this clumsy." You take the pouch from him. You smiled sweetly before you continued to walk away.

Your grip on your cloak tightened again. Your feet have never walked away this quick, ever. Other than that, you turn your head around to look at the boy.

His brown hair that looked like chocolate. His glossy and soft lips that glistened. His eyes that sparkled under the sun... He looked gorgeous!

He must be someone wealthy, well- at least, you assumed him to be. His clothes don't scream noble or poor. He looked like an average boy that was blessed with gorgeous visuals.

You turned around and walked away; oblivious to the fact the boy was staring at you. As he was captivated by your beauty and mysterious aura.

You continued to walk through the village like usual. Nothing more could catch your attention as time passed by. Your interest getting less and less until you figured it is time to leave. You have a lot more to do, better not waste time, you thought.

You turn around to head back to the village's entrance. Your basket full of food as you walked pass the shops and booths once more. Everything was alright until you heard a woman's screams and a child's cries.

You turn your head to the side and saw a crowd forming. Excited and angry men and women chanting the same word all over again; burn. 

You look- your feet walking towards the crowd where you could see what is happening. Your eyes widen as you felt your stomach drop. The woman was tied to the wooden pole that stood in charcoal. 

"Burn the witch! Kill her!" The villagers continue to chant. Suddenly, the child's cries turn into laughs. The woman tied to the pole cries and screams for help, for mercy. However, it it known for people to be merciless in this horrible world. 

They set the charcoal on fire; the woman catches on fire. Her screams of agony and pain echoed throughout the village. The cheers and laughs of villagers muffled by the roaring sound of the burning woman. 

You covered your mouth; you stopped yourself from crying; how can people be so cruel?

You were scared, terrified that one day, this could be you or your family. The pain from watching is immaculate. How much more if you're the one on fire?

Suddenly, you flinched when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You slightly jumped whilst your heart skipped a beat and your mind full of visions of death. You faced the person and saw the boy from earlier.

A clear frown appears on his lips when he sees your state. Your pained and scared state hurt him, even though he barely knows you. His thoughts filled with pity because you had to see all of that.

He knows nothing about you, so why does he care so much?

"Let's get out of here-," he dragged you away from the ceremony. His warm hand fit perfectly with yours.

You don't know why, you probably will hate yourself for letting a stranger drag you away, and possibly kill you after. You felt anxious, however; you feel you could trust him. 

You ran out of the village; his hair blown by the wind as you ran. He looked very alluring under the shadows of the tall trees. His eyes actually sparkling because of the glimpses of the sun.

The warmth of his hand hugged your chilly hands. Once you both are far from the village, he stopped running. He turns around and looks at you. A soft and inviting smile on his pink lips.

"I'm sorry for dragging you all the way here. You just looked terrified and I know how aggressive it will be after the burning." He stated and your eyes widened- there's more?

"What will they do after the burning?" A pitied sigh left his mouth.

"They will blow the ashes away, find and kill whoever is left in there family, including the children." He muttered, your heart dropped. What if that happens to you and your family? Is that the reason your mother wanted to live far away from the village?

"That's terrible..." Is all you could say. With your mind full of thoughts and predictions, you cannot say any more words. You cannot feel any other emotions, other than fear.

"Yeah... At least, you won't hear the screams and chants of death here. Where is your home?" He asked as he sat under a tree.

The rays of sun that went through the gaps of the leaves shown upon him. His sparkling eyes stared at you.

You were never one for face features or one to feel confusing feelings, so why are you suddenly feeling this way? Why do you feel so attracted and confused towards this man?

"Far away from here... Oh yeah, I never got your name!" You said, suddenly feeling a little more cheerful. The boy smiled and patted the ground beside him.

Your face showed hesitation, but he was patient. He kept the smile on his lips while you slowly sit beside him.

"My name is Heeseung, I'm a regular human boy from that merciless village." He gives you a small flower he plucked out. You let out a soft chuckle and accepted the flower.

"My name is y/n," you mutter. The wind soon turned into a soft breeze. You and Heeseung spoke softly to each other. Your comfort zone letting him in as you laughed at his jokes.

Heeseung smiled at your beauty and grace. His eyes landed on you as soon as you walked pass him. Luckily, the gods were on his side and made him approach you.

Soon, time passed quickly, and you realized you have to head home. You get on your feet, your basket on your arm.

"I need to go home-,"

"Do you want me to accompany you home?" Heeseung stood up as well. You shook your head softly, although you feel safe around him, you don't trust him very much yet.

"I can go home myself, I know the way back very well. I will see you soon, Heeseung," you smiled widely. You bid your goodbye and walked away from him.

Heeseung bid him farewell as well, his eyes glued on your figure. Your figure getting farther and further away from him until you disappeared.

He pressed his palm against his chest, feeling more than he should have. He hoped to see you again. 

Your return to the village was a week after your last visit. You hesitated to return after what you've seen last time.

However, the village looked a bit more peaceful. No fights, no chants- everything looked fine. There are fewer people, maybe because the others are very busy in their homes.

Your basket slowly getting filled with food whilst you walked down the path. Children were running around, their toys in their grasps.

A soft smile appears on your face. It's not every day to see children playing, villagers working, and food selling out quickly you live in the woods after all; away from the chaos, this village masks.

"May I get 2 loaves of bread?" You reached out the coins to the baker. He flashed a smile before he gave you the 2 freshly baked loaves. "Thank you," then you left.

After your experience that time, you aren't so sure if you want to stay longer in this village. That's why you're in a hurry whilst acting normal. Although, you want to see him... To see Heeseung again.

"Hey, you," you turn around to see a stranger pointing at you. Your heart races quickly, your mind, once again, filled with visions of your death. He suddenly grabbed your wrist, and you tried to pull it back immediately.

"You need to come with me or else, you will end up like those nasty witches!" The man shouted, his arm raised as if he was going to hit you. You shut your eyes, terrified of what the man will do.

However, you didn't feel pain. You heard a low grunt instead, followed by a heavy thud. You felt your basket taken away from you and you opened your eyes.

Heeseung stood protectively in front of you. Instantly, he turned around and held your wrist tightly before he dragged you out of the village.

He never looked back while you guys ran to the woods. The voices in the village were disappearing, and that made Heeseung stopped. He let go of your wrist,

"Are you okay? Are you hurt? Did that man hurt you?" He asked and moved closer to you. His eyes scanning places where there could be injuries from that man. You smiled and held his hand. His concerned and panicked self was silenced.

"I'm okay, Heeseung... Thank you for helping me," you let out a chuckle. You swore you saw his cheeks turn pink before he looked away.

You tilted your head and asked; "are you blushing?" His eyes widened when he turned his head to face you. He immediately shook his head, and you laughed. You quickly caressed his hair,

"You're cute... By the way, can I have my basket back?" You asked and pointed at your basket. He let out a soft gasp before quickly returning your basket. You thanked him and turned around.

Your eyes on his flustered figure whilst he stared at a bird family. The parents feeding their young one. Suddenly, a thought popped into your head, so you ask him.

"How did you find me, though?"

"A-ah, I just saw you in the village when that man suddenly grabbed you. Luckily, I was nearby and immediately ran to you. I even left my friend to help you!" He laughed when he remembered the shocked and concerned expression of his friend.

You laughed along with him before you remembered to head home again. You suddenly stopped laughing, another thought popped into your head.

"Heeseung, can I trust you?" You softly said and Heeseung instantly nodded his head. His silence whilst he stared at you almost spilled the truth from your lips. You walked closer to him, but he didn't step backward.

"What if I tell you I'm a witch?" You asked, scared. You don't know if you're making the right decision, you don't know if this will lead to something bad or good. However, you feel you could really trust Heeseung.

You felt your world freeze; you felt like time stopped when he smiled. He let out a chuckle before his warm hand patted your head. "I don't care about that, y/n." Your eyes widen at his words.

He sits on the leafy ground, his sparkling eyes stared at you. His smile has disappeared and his gaze gave you butterfly... A lot of butterflies.

"I don't care about witches or anything- honestly, I think they're really cool. I'm sure not all witches are bad, I'm sure a lot of them are very nice too. If you are a witch, I wouldn't give a damn. You're you and you're gentle... Well, from what I've observed so far, but yeah! I don't care," he smiled widely.

Immediately, you felt your heart skip a beat once again. A smile unconsciously makes its way to your lips as you sat beside him. He chuckled and patted your head once more. "You're you, you have a delicate heart. That's what all it matters,"

You swore you have never met someone as sweet as Heeseung. Your heart always in a rush whenever you talk to him. This may only be your 2nd meeting but you feel you've known him for a long time.

"Heeseung, if I come to this village every other day, will you wait for me?" You asked, instantly he nodded. He grabbed your palm and clasped it.

"I'll even wait for you every day," you laughed and softly smacked his shoulder. He laughed along with you. You sat beside him and rest your head on his shoulder. You both admired the clouds, even though they are covered by the tall trees.

"Are you really a witch?" Heeseung asked, and you nodded. You faced him and ruffled his hair. It was soft. It reminds you of the hair of your younger brother.

"Do you want me to prove it?" He nod his head and you took something out of your pocket. It was small charms, very hidden, but it was beautiful.

The charms were made of purple wood, and they were carved as sun and moon. "These are charms that bounds 2 people together, hence the reason it's the sun and moon." You held his other hand.

You freeze for a minute. Should you give it to him? After all, your mother stated you must only give this to your loved one. You sighed and placed it on his warm palm before you wrapped his fingers around it.

"When you show this to the sunlight or the moonlight, it's shadow will be the same shape as the charm. If the shadows of these two charms meet or overlap, they will be together forever." You muttered and Heeseung stared at the sun charm on his palm.

He reached it out to the sky and both of your pair of eyes widened when you saw a shadow. You did the same thing, and you became more shocked. The shadows overlapped...

"Looks like we're bound to be together forever," Heeseung laughed and you softly smack his shoulders.

"I can't believe this... Wow... The shadows didn't overlap when my mom and I tried it! This is magic! Wow!" You were impressed. The charms work... Just with someone who is perfect for you. Heeseung laughed at your cheekiness and ruffled your hair once more, you pout.

"We're bound to be together?" Heeseung whispered, and you nodded. You both stared at each other, both of your sparkling eyes staring at each other. He smiles as you lean closer to his lips. He didn't move, he shut his eyes and let you take control.

Soon, his lips felt warm the next second. Your small hands on top of his large ones. You both melt into the kiss, the warmth embracing both of you whilst you enjoy each other's presence. You break the kiss and immediately hid yourself on his chest.

"I'm sorry... I don't know what came over me..." You were flustered- it was just your 2nd meeting and you did that! How would he feel? Did he feel weird? Creepy? Ah, you were ready to shout at yourself when you get home.

"Why are you apologizing?" Heeseung caress your hair while you continued to hide in his chest. He laughed when you incoherently mumbled.

"I don't know! Maybe, it's because this is just our 2nd meeting and I already kissed you and that I feel like we aren't supposed to be doing this-," Heeseung kissed you once more. Your hand on his chest while his are on your waist. He pulled you close to him as you value the time you both have together.

Birds chirping, the wind has gotten softer- you feel special. You feel loved and protected with him. Despite this being your 2nd interaction, you feel like everything is fitting in the puzzle piece.

"Don't apologize- I really like how your lips feel on mine," Heeseung whispered. He chuckled when he saw your tinted pink cheeks before you looked away. He pulled you closer to him.

"I need to head home, Heeseung," you whispered, saddened since you didn't want to leave yet. He let out a sigh but didn't move.

"Let's stay like this for a minute before you head home," Heeseung pecked your forehead, resulting in a chuckle coming out of your mouth. You wrapped your arms around him whilst you melt into each other's arms.

Heeseung raised his charm in front of the moonlight. His eyes stayed glued on the ground, full of hopes you would raise your moon charm too. You have been doing this for weeks, letting the other acknowledge your presences, even when you aren't with each other. Heeseung loves doing this with you.

You let out a chuckle when you saw Heeseung's charm's shadow on your wooden floor. Instantly, you grabbed and flashed yours. The shadows overlapping immediately.

You grab your cloak from your hanging rank and quietly exit the house. A paper and quill pen in your grasps. You sat on the leafy ground; the pen met the thin paper as you wrote a letter for him. Although, it is very late in the night; you hope a lovely letter can ease his thoughts.

You let your owl deliver the letter to Heeseung. A smile danced on your lips whilst you watch the owl fly away to wherever Heeseung is. You were staring at the full moon that was shining brightly for the night. You turn around when you heard the door open.

"Mom," you become nervous instantly. She stared at you with the soft features on her face. Her hand on the wooden door frame, her dark chocolate brown eyes bore into yours. "Sending a letter to a boy? Is it a human boy?" She asked seriously.

You looked down and bopped your head. You shut your eyes, ready for her angry nagging about how unsafe you are being. It's very well known that humans despise witches.

If they were to find out, your entire family will die, including yourself. However, Heeseung kept your secret safe. He's willing to protect you and your family, even though he hasn't met them yet.

"Y/n, you know why we keep ourselves a secret from those terrible beings! They are ought to kill us, to eliminate us. And you're here sending letters to a human boy!?" She fumes, you shook your head, which silenced her. You stared at her with the same look on her face.

"Heeseung is not like those evil humans! He loves me and I love him. I know humans are terrible and I fear them too but Heeseung... he's different, he's willing to keep our secret." You spoke seriously and bravely. Your mother sighed in disbelief. Do not want to believe that you re standing up for a human.

Your mother rubbed her bridge as she let out another sigh, heavier than the first one. You both stared at each other, not one bothered to look away. Her angry eyes bore into your brave ones. Not wanting to fight with her daughter anymore, she looks away. "Bring that boy here and no one else. Just that boy," she heads back inside.

You sigh in relief, your heart ready to jump out of your chest. You were sure she's hesitant, as if she'll stop you from talking with Heeseung. You turned around and saw your owl come back with a different letter. A hurt smile appears on your lips as you reached out your arm for your owl to sit on.

"Good job, Niki... Thank your for delivering this to me. You may go back home," you murmured. You watched your owl fly back to his tree before you head back inside. You opened the letter and read it.

Hello, lovely y/n.

I've received your letter and you don't know how happy I am. I'm delighted that you even write letters for me. I love how you described your home, in hopes to visit soon and meet your family. I have a few presents made for you and I really hope you will like them. May I know when you'll visit the village again? I'm excited to give you these gifts. Other than that, I hope you have a good sleep and sweet dreams.

You smiled and folded the letter. You put it in your red box, a box where you keep all your valuable papers and writings. 

The next day, after your slumber, you quickly get dressed.

Your littler brother sat on the wooden floor, books surrounded him whilst he writes on his book. Your mother comes out of the kitchen,

"Don't forget what I told you," she said before she took the empty and dirty plates from the table. You felt uncertain, but it must be done. You don't want her to see Heeseung as an evil person...

"You're going to the village again, sister?" Your brother turned to you, you bopped your head as an answer. He ran up to you and showed you a drawing.

"I don't know who you will love, sister, but I made a drawing! This you, mommy, and the boy who you will love! I know we'll be a happy family after father died!" He smiled, and you carefully took the paper from his grip.

You smiled widely and embraced him. "I love it... big sister will be back with a guest, so why won't you draw something lovely for him?" You asked, and he smiled widely. He didn't waste any time to run to his study place and begin drawing.

"I'll be back shortly," you left the house. You closed the door and head to the village.

Amid your trip, you admire your surroundings. Birds flying above and below the trees, the leaves being blown, the flowers in perfect bloom of spring... Everything is lovely.

You were excited to meet Heeseung, but you also felt nervous. First reasons, take him to your home. Second, you're afraid Heeseung would be nervous because it's so sudden. Third, he's meeting your mother- the witch who raised you!

You clasped on your cloak as you saw the village nearing. You looked around by the entrance and saw Heeseung, already there. He was playing with a puppy that has been following him.

You remember he talks about that puppy a lot. You let out a soft chuckle when Heeseung picked up the puppy and start peppering it with kisses. You come out from your spot and slowly walk towards him.

"Why don't you ever kiss me like that?" You said, he immediately raised his head, embarrassed. He put the puppy down whilst it ran away from him.

"Well, if only you come over more often than sure," he ruffles your hair. Suddenly, his expressions brightened; "follow me! I'll give you your presents!"

He takes your hands in his, then drags you to his home. You've been in his home couple of times; its simplicity really pleased you.

"I got this music disc for you! It's like one of a kind and very rare! I know you love the music this village plays and I think you would love this too!" He plays the music disc to your pleasure and you gasp. The sound of the violin and organ in perfect harmony.

"Wow... How did you even get that?" You asked him while he sat beside you. He placed a soft peck on your cheek.

"If magic is love, then it probably is love," he said. You let out laugh but that didn't last long when you remembered what your mother said.

"Heeseung, do you think you could accompany me home?" You asked and his eyes widen. The shocked expression on his face puzzled you.

"Are you sure? Wouldn't that mean I would meet your brother and mother too?" You bopped your head. Heeseung bit his lip as he jumped on his bed. He hummed for a few seconds before he faced you with a smile.

"Of course, I would actually be delighted to meet them." Heeseung kissed you on your lips. You both burst into giggles when you jumped on him on his bed.

And so you both went to your home together. Both extremely nervous, but you swore you were close to death.

Heeseung even had to assure you everything will be alright. Once you both nearest your home, you saw your mother outside, hanging the clothes.

"Mom!" You ran to her, and she immediately turned to face you. Her eyes, however, landed on Heeseung who stiffened at the sharp glare.

"Mom, this is Heeseung-,"

"The human boy... What are your plans, you human?" Your mother sharply said, and you panic. You placed your arms around her to stop her.

"Ma'am, I plan on loving your daughter until our eternal lives meet." Heeseung courageously answers, which surprised you.

"Do you plan on exposing us to your kind? You know those humans hate us and they're probably burning a witch as we speak right now!" Your mother bursted, but Heeseung remained unfazed.

Heeseung stepped forward and placed a hand on your shoulder. You turned around to face him, but his eyes were glued to your mother.

"Ma'am, no- I do not want to do that nor have plans to do that. I love y/n with all my heart despite not knowing long! I do not want the girl I want to spend my life with to die," Heeseung spat.

You and your mother were frozen in your places. Your eyes bore into Heeseung's chocolate eyes. His determined expression and his large hand stayed on your shoulder as if he's afraid to let go.

Your mother let out a sigh which made you look at her.

"Protect my daughter, Heeseung. My children are the only family I have after the burning of my husband. I don't want them to go through the same," Heeseung smiled and intertwined his hand with yours.

"I promise, ma'am-,"

"Call me mom, I don't trust you fully, so I need to observe you more. However, if my daughter loves you a lot, then you are welcome to join us for dinner." You smiled widely and embraced her instantly. Thanking words come out of your mouth whilst your mom laughs.

"Come inside."

Heeseung jumped when his bedroom door was kicked open. He turned around to face his fuming father.

"I cannot believe you would be a traitor, Heeseung... Why would you be with a witch!?" His father shouted, his eyes widened. How did he find out?

"You bring that witch in this village and you will watch her burn!" His father kicked his chair to the side. Heeseung kept a serious expression on his face.

"Who says I'm with a witch?" He bravely said. However, all his feelings and emotions went down in the drain when his father showed him the charm. The sun charm you gave him.

"Does this not explain? This is a witch's charm, Heeseung! Why would you have a witch's charm with you!? Are you studying witchcraft now!?" His father throws the charm to the side.

Heeseung felt his world crumble when the charm split in two. That was when Heeseung was finally getting annoyed. His angry eyes bore into his father's angry ones.

"Get out of my room," Heeseung said.

"What?" His father muttered.

"I SAID GET OUT!" Heeseung raged. Suddenly, the windows slammed open, shocking both of them.

"A WITCH! I FOUND A WITCH!" He heard the villagers shout in excitement. Heeseung's eyes widen and immediately, he rushed out of his home.

There he sees you being held by a man. A terrified expression on your face as the man dragged you to where they keep the other witches. Heeseung immediately ran to you.

"Let go of her," Heeseung kicked the man and took your hand into his.

"Heeseung! Stop this instant!" His father ran up to him. The other villagers surround them both. Heeseung's arm protectively around your waist.

"Let go of that witch or we kill you both," the villagers raged in anger. You looked into Heeseung's eyes; his chocolate brown eyes once full of love are now full of anger.

"I will not let go of her! Kill me! Do not kill her!" Heeseung bursted, and you felt your heart break. Tears fall from your eyes whilst you think about your nearing death.

"Heeseung, play my favorite music later, okay?" You muttered, loud and clear for him to hear, he freezes.

"What? Why?" He looks at you; his angry eyes now full of concern and sadness. His heart shattering into pieces when he watches the tears fall from your gorgeous eyes.

"I want to hear the music when I die. I want it to be the first thing I hear when I enter my eternal life. You'll do that for me, right?" You caressed his cheek, his eyes turning glossy.

"No! I will not let you die in the hands of these terrible people!" Heeseung glared at the surrounding villagers.

"Heeseung! I love you, you know that! I cannot escape what is called a witch's punishment. I cannot escape this, Heeseung! I feel like my date has been written already and a witch and a human cannot be together." You cry even more in his arms. You stood on your toes and kissed him.

"I love you," you whispered before you removed his protective arms around you.

"I will go with you, but you must not kill Heeseung. I spelled him to fall in love with me. Once I die, the spell will be broken." You like which shocked Heeseung. He was about to protest until he felt a hand on his wrist.

He looked down to see your brother, your mother, behind him. Both have a sad look on their faces as they have to pretend they are not related with you.

The sad eyes of your brother while he tries not to cry pained Heeseung. This is your family, his family as well.

"I must be killed today at midnight for the spell to be broken," you stayed strong.

"Very well then- get her," a villager said. Immediately, a man grabbed you and drag you to the prison. You turned around and flashed a smile.

Heeseung falls to the ground; tears falling from his eyes while your brother ran back to your mother. Both try not to cry, knowing another family member will be burned to death. Later that day, Heeseung entered his room.

His father stayed with the villagers for your burning. Your mother and brother in his room as well. Both in each other's arm as they grieved for your upcoming death.

He could hear the villagers' chant to burn you. He looks out of his window and sees you being tied to the pole. At that moment, he plays your music disc.

"Let the witch burn!", "Burn her!", "Eliminate all witches!" echoed in the village. Soon, he could hear the soft sounds of fire.

He turns around to face you. Your eyes looked at his home, which wasn't far.

"I love you," you mouthed before the fire eats your body. Heeseung bursts into tears, his loud sobs echoed in his room.

The dark sky and bright light of the fire met in the air. Your ashes blown by the wind until nothing was left.

Your body long gone as the day finally ends and you enter your eternal life.

"Go back to the before, change your lore, however, you cannot change what was bound to happen."

Heeseung caresses the book with a dejected expression. His hand trembling with guilt and regret. How can he just let you die like that?

He watched his townspeople burn your body. Your body that turned to ashes and soon, get blown away by the wind. Your favorite music disc playing in the background of Heeseung's room.

You didn't deserve it; you didn't deserve death just because you are a different kind than them. Just because you're a witch and he's a human, it doesn't mean that you shall be killed.

Your family, isolated and briefing over your tragic death. Heeseung's thoughts only blamed himself for the death of his innocent loved one.

He ought to sacrifice himself for you. He ought to see you once more and spend an eternal life with you. His heartbeat incredibly fast as he sees the vision of himself marrying you.

Your beautiful figure wearing a white dress that symbolizes purity. Your hair styles beautifully as you both are ready to make a commitment to each other. A commitment that you and Heeseung would gladly accept; Marriage.

That is how Heeseung got there.

He sat under the tree before he looked around. Such feeling of deja vu hit him before he get on his leather boots. He looks around; the peaceful sound of the woods echoed in his head whilst he looked around for any signs.

Immense amount of pain coming from inside his mouth. He slowly and gently brought his finger to his teeth- his eyes widen when he felt a sharp part of his tooth pierced his finger.

He turns around, his body suddenly stopped responding. His body invisible on the mirror that stood in front of him.

"Heeseung? What are you doing here?" He turns around, shivers on his arm as the confusion clouds his thought. He turns around and he comes face to face with your very alive self.

"y/n?" He muttered your name and you made your way towards him. You tiptoed and pecked his cheeks, you noticed a mirror behind him and tilted your head.

"Why would a vampire need mirrors? You can't even see yourself!" You laughed, you made your way to the mirror and fixed yourself. Heeseung figure not visible at all but you could tell he was confused. You turn around to face him, confused to why he's so confused as well.

"What- what do you mean I'm a vampire? I was born human!"

"What are you talking about? You've always been a vampire." You patted his shoulder and held his hand. "Come on, mother is waiting for you! Also, I don't think you can stay under this sun." You smiled, and drag him to your home.

He remained confused but silent. It happened all so sudden. What confused him even more is that he's a vampire and the last time he remember, vampires don't exist...

"Why are you so quiet? Did you hurt your head or something?" You turned around to face him, a pout on your lips before you both continue to head to your house.

"Y/n, do you believe in time or universe travelling?" He asked, still confused, but curious to what you think. A soft pout appeared on your lips.

"Not really? I mean, witches and vampires exist but I don't think things like that exist- oh, we're here!" You opened the door, immediately greeted by the embrace of your mother and your brother.

"Welcome back, Heeseung! We really missed you both!" Your mother hugged him as well.

"Thank you for having me, mother," Heeseung muttered. He sits down and watched you play with your younger brother.

His head still full of memories from the future or whatever his original time was. He knows you'll get caught, he just knows because no matter whatever happens, it cannot change.

That's what was written in the book he read. That's why before the day comes, he'll turn the tables.

Night has come; the moon shines brightly once more. Thoughts run around Heeseung's clouded mind as he stared at you.

Your eyes tightly shut, little whimpers coming out from your mouth while you stir around in your sleep. Your arms wrapped around the pillow you love cuddling at night.

He smiles before he slowly gets up. He cannot change your past; the villagers burning you then he can change the village's fate.

He quietly loves your home which is now his. The cabin hidden in the endless woods, away from the bloodthirsty villagers. The villagers who loves to ignore innocence go pleasure their own.

The night was peaceful, however, he notices the sky being covered with gray clouds. The bright and glowing moon was no longer visible to the eye.

Heeseung felt anger and greed. He cannot let his love die on him again, it cannot happen again. He ought to protect you and he will keep it.

His feet drags him to his previous home, his cloak touched the leafy ground. Leaves being rustled by his heavy steps and blown away by the occuring strong wind. The village comes to his sight.

The eerie and dark feelings it gave him. Many lingering souls walk around the village they despised so much. Although, Heeseung couldn't see them, they were dreading for him to set them free.

"And that's why I'm here," he muttered. He stepped into the village, the strong wind blows the gray ashes of a human and fire from the ground.

He goes to the place where the burning happen. It seemed much more heavier at night, where everything stays, and goes around the hateful place.

Heeseung takes some a torch on the side and lights it on fire. Heeseung felt himself sweating, not from the fire but from what he was about to do.

He looks around the village, his previous home for the last time. He moves closer to a certain place; the place where they keep the so called witches are.

"This is much sadder..." He mumbled when he saw a torn stuffed bear on the dirty ground. He moves to the side, the cells empty, indicating every witch has been burned during the time of his traveling.

Everything affected him- his feelings is on a roller coaster, and his emotions is in some kind of tornado. However, Heeseung knew what he has to do, and that will be to destroy this village. No more harm will be done if the village itself disappears. Heeseung lights up another torch.

The mesmerizing fire that moved along the wind on the wooden stick. Charcoal keeping the fire alive and steady, despite the wind. He puts some coal around a few houses to make the fire last longer.

Arson, arson seems to be the only thing in his mind. Arson and you, his love, and the people who were killed because of his horrible kind.

Before the wind could get any stronger or before the clouds begin to drop some rain, he quickly throws the torches on the houses. The fire begins to spread, people starts to come out of their houses, full of terror and worry on their faces.

It was a wildfire; the fire spreadt from house to house. The wind only made it stronger, it was as if nature was on his side. His plan was being supported by the dead souls around him who could not rest in peace.

Heeseung stepped out of the village. The black smoke that spreadt the sky was obvious from miles afar. He watches people scream and cry for help as they were getting fewer and fewer.

He turns his head to the side to see a mother and a child. Both had burn marks on their bodies. Both were transparent, you could see right through them.

They faced Heeseung; a much happier smile plastered on their face. "Thank you," the mother muttered before they both disappeared. Heeseung looked up, stars begin to appear. He assumes they're the people who finally gets to rest in peace...

"Heeseung?" He turns around, your shriveled state made him chuckle.

"What are you doing here? I thought you were asleep," he reached his arm out. You slowly made to his side and let out a gasp. The village was on fire... Its people screaming for help whilst Heeseung watched.

"What happened?" You asked, your eyes glued on the burning village. The rays of orange and red looked like they could touch the stars.

"I'm not sure... I just saw the smoke and I came to this," he lies. He holds your hand and pulls you close to him.

"At least, they won't do any more burning ceremonies or something." Heeseung said, you gripped on his cloak you made for him.

You were glad to say the least, however, your mind was debating whether you should tell him the truth or not. The truth of you witnessing what he did.

However, you immediately understood why; he travelled time. With the book he left and you found, it was obvious. You were killed in his world, so he did this.

Although, you were disappointed that you couldn't visit the village anymore, yet you're also glad you're given a second chance to spend time with your love with no more problems or worries.

"Let's go home?" You softly asked him, to which he smiled instantly. He nodded and you both left the freed place.

He cannot lose you again, therefore, he had to do sacrifices. After all, it's either lose you or take the chance. And he chose latter. It was based off a simple word that he fears; "Cannot".

[anobscurename]

ocean eyes – chris evans

previous part: PART XVII — masterlist

concept: you surprise chris for his birthday while he's shooting in italy. the slowest of slow burns. the ever anticipated part eighteen of many.

pairing: chris evans x reader

word count: 4.3k

warnings: fluff. just prepare to melt.

author's note: everyone can thank @tonystankschild for this one. she was deep in the dm's asking for fluff and i intended to deliver the fluffiest of fluffs.

You liked to consider yourself a rational person at the best of times.

That consideration, however, was entirely negated by the fact that you were now on a flight to Italy to surprise Chris for his birthday. There was nothing rational about it.

But you had saved for this trip, and Chris had done so much for you in the past year or so, that you had wanted to do something for him.

And you had decided that no one should be alone on their birthday, no matter how far away they were.

You had caught a flight from Boston after making the forty-four hour roadtrip to drive Dodger there, not having the funds to fly him to the Evans' household. The fees of bringing an animal on board were astronomical, and you were still balking from how high the number was.

Chris was a wealthy man, however, and those types of costs never quite fazed him as much as they did you.

So you had driven him to Lisa's, a thousand thank yous on your lips as she delivered you to the airport to minimize on the extra cost of leaving your car at the airport parking lots.

Scott – who had still been there from the Patriot's game, "tryin' to get as much family lovin' as he could" as he put it – smiled knowingly at you when you had brought Dodger in.

"You go, baby vamp," he'd whispered to you. It was an outdated saying, but you knew it anyways, and laughed him off.

"We're just friends, Scott."

"Yeah, just like these highlights are from the sun."

He had given you a tight hug, wished you luck on your trip, and – like Lisa would later do at the drop off – made you promise to wish Chris a happy birthday from them.

When you touched down in Italy, it was early morning, that hovering between night and dawn.

You had once again called Chris' agent – Mark – to get details on the shoot, ones which he reluctantly handed over.

You thought that perhaps he was trying to save Chris the PR scandal of being seen with another woman while publicly in a relationship with Lily, but you had pointed out that you had been clearly established as friend of the couple with your global third wheel memes. It didn't take much pressing, because Mark knew how much you both cared about each other and how happy you being there for Chris' birthday would make the actor. So he emailed you the shooting location, with a schedule and call sheet. The tagline was very quick: "Don't interrupt shooting :)"

After a quick shower at the affordable three star you'd rented for the weekend, you got ready in spite of the weariness the plane left you with. Hot water did wonders to waken you, and a touch of makeup never hurt.

You stepped out in the warm breeze, the wind toying softly with the skirt of the summer dress you wore. You easily hailed a cab, and, after failing at the pronunciation of where you were headed, let the cabbie read the location off your phone.

The first person you saw when you got out of the car was Chris.

He was stood off to the side by the craft table, a crewmate quickly doing a last minute adjustment to his hair as he went over his lines. Dressed in an Italian pinstripe suit, you remembered what the film was about.

The indie flick told the tale of an arranged marriage between the son of an Irish mob boss and the daughter of a New York mafia don. Most of the film, however, was set in Italy, where the son, Mickey, had to travel to win the favour of the extended mafia family for the blessing on the union. Briefly, the scene with the strawberries popped into your mind.

You were stopped by security, but Mark – who had been waiting for you – vouched for your admittance.

You stood a little ways away from Chris, within eyesight, but not obvious. It was a surprise, after all.

You called him, watching from where you leaned against his trailer wall. Chris, ringtone blaring for his attention, quickly patted down his suit pockets before finding the device. His glance at the caller I.D. was followed by his whole face lighting up, soft smile on his lips.

"Hey there, Sleeping Beauty," he said into the receiver. "Isn't it a little late in L.A.?"

"It is," you replied. "But it's your birthday tomorrow, and I couldn't resist."

"You know, I've been told I'm irresistible before," he chuckled. "Just never thought I'd hear you say it."

"Well, what can I say? Suits do it for me," you smirked, dropping your first hint.

Scott was right. Chris really could be clueless. "You'd love the one they just put me in then," he murmured, distracted by the food on display at the craft table as he perused the options. "A real classy number."

"What are your plans for the rest of the weekend?"

"They gave me the weekend off to celebrate, but you know me... Probably will go wine tasting by myself and look at some art or something. Oh, man, read a book. Yeah, haven't done that in a while."

You watched as he plucked a strawberry from the table, and your stomach fluttered.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Hmm?" He hummed as he bit in to the sweet fruit.

"Aren't you sick of strawberries by now?"

Chris froze, eyes wide in shock. Running his tongue over his teeth smoothly and swallowing the bite, he began swiveling his head, trying to look out for where you may be hiding. "Where are you?" He grinned.

"Guess."

And then he saw you.

And then he had you wrapped in his arms, the force of the running tackle hug sending your back crashing into the trailer, metal creaking.

You laughed breathlessly, hanging up the call as you hugged him back.

"Chris," you strained against the bone crush of his fierceness. "Oxygen–"

He loosened his grip, but didn't take back his arms. "You have no idea how much I missed you."

His whispery breath in your hair as he deeply inhaled the apple scented shampoo clinging to you had electricity coursing through your veins. "My bones have some idea, I think you might've fractured a rib."

The rumble of the chuckle reverberated through his body and into yours, and heat dusted your ears and cheekbones. "Sorry, I just can't believe you're here. I had to make sure you were real." And then, the question you'd expected: "Where's Dodger?"

"Dodger is in Boston with your mom. And I'm here, I'm real," you reassured him, smoothing your hands over the back of the meticulously woven cotton of his suit. "But you also have a real job to get back to."

"Oh, right," he groaned sheepishly. In his joy, he'd almost forgotten where he was. "Just hang around for a bit, we're only filming a little today before we're off."

So you did. You got given a seat, just off camera, and watched Chris do his thing. His performance was breathtaking, the way he embodied such a dangerous man. It was enough to make you flushed, the square of his shoulders, the confidence in his stride – the danger lurking under Italian silk lined cotton. You'd never quite seen him like this.

And it thrilled you to see a man you usually felt so safe around look so menacing.

It was the love proclamation scene that served to be your undoing, however.

The director kept hounding Chris, demanding retake after retake. He wanted that genuine love to flow through, and it simply just wasn't.

"Think of someone you love," the director suggested. "Put them in your mind's eye. You have a girlfriend, yes? Would it help to bring a picture for you to look at off camera? Tell the picture you love her. Someone get me a picture of this man's lover, please! Imagine you've never told her how you feel. And you've been feeling it for a while, and even though it was very... what is the English word? Uncommon? It was uncommon meeting circumstances you met... You love her. Si?"

Chris grit his teeth and nodded, ready to comply. And once the picture was brought out, the call for quiet on set rang out.

But once the director called action, Chris didn't look at Lily. Your heart clenched, your breath catching in your throat.

No, his eyes found you.

"I love you," he said the words you'd never thought you'd hear him say – at least not to you – and the sincerity in his cracked voice was overwhelming. His eyes were watery, relief dropping his shoulders – as if he'd kept this inside for too long and a weight had been lifted. He sighed it again and again, as if it was the only thing that was going to save him, as if it's the only words he'd ever known.

And when the director called cut, singing Chris' praises, he was still looking at you.

———————

"I still can't believe you're wearing that," Chris chuckled.

You dipped your sunglasses lower on the bridge of your nose to observe him critically. He was leaning against a Vespa, arms folded, the sleeves of his loose white cotton button down rolled up to his elbows, barely containing the bulge of his muscles. Black trousers clad his legs, on his feet a pair of black Italian leather loafers he'd gotten as a gift from his co-star. He wore his own pair of sunglasses, hair swept back, being tousled by the passing breeze.

The statement had been made in reference to the silk scarf you wore, twisted around your neck delicately in a way that was reminiscent of Audrey Hepburn. "If I'm going to have a Roman holiday," you giggled, tripping a little on your way to the Vespa – Chris moved to catch you, but you righted yourself, "you best believe I'm going to fucking look like it."

You had gone to a wine tasting in a vineyard on the outskirts of Rome, somewhere far into the countryside. You had both goofed off the entire time, earning yourselves scolding looks from the sophisticated tourists and the locals, who had wanted a peaceful afternoon at the farm.

You sniffed the wines, obnoxiously listing all the strange terminology the haughty wine connoisseurs would throw around casually, before taking your sips.

It became somewhat of an inside joke between the two of you, finding yourselves lagging behind the group because you couldn't stop laughing. And whenever you were shot a dirty look, it would only make you laugh more.

"You're meant to taste it," he'd whispered to you.

"I am tasting it," you shot back.

"No, you're chugging it like a sixteen year old whose parent made the unwise choice of leaving unsupervised."

The tour guide had been eyeing the two of you up, waiting for your silence. The rest of the tour group turned their critical gaze too, and you gave Chris' foot a soft stomp to get his attention.

Both of you shut up, giggling under your breaths as Chris had practically bowed in his gesture for the guide to continue.

But now it was time to go back to the inner city, and Chris had waited patiently for you by the Vespa while you'd gone to freshen up a bit. The cobblestones were hell for your tipsiness, but you were wine and laugh drunk, and hadn't a care in the world.

"You know how they say there's always that one pair of annoying people on wine tastings that ruin the experience for everyone?"

"They do?" Chris' brow creased in question as he grinningly handed you your helmet.

"Of course they do. Well, I couldn't find them, so it must be us."

Chris clicked his own helmet in place as he caught sight of the hostess by the front door giving you both a dirty look. "What finally gave it away?"

He slid easily onto the Vespa seat, heeling up the kickstand and righting the orientation.

"Hop on, princess," he beckoned you with a nod. You regretted wearing a dress for this part, but you were serious about the Roman Holiday aesthetic.

Serious enough to risk flashing someone as you mounted the scooter behind Chris. But luckily you didn't.

"Hold on tight," Chris called over his shoulder. You complied, encircling your arms around his waist, pressing your bodies together.

You could feel his heart rate pick up, but before you could think too much about it, he took off – cobblestone streets and ivy climbed buildings flying past you in your bliss.

————————

Two of the three worst things that could've happened to you while riding a scooter in the countryside did.

The scooter had broken down and it had started to rain. Not only rain, but fucking pour. You were drenched through to your skin, pulled over on the side of the road, Chris trying to kickstart the machine into working again.

After his fifth attempt, he came over to you, squinting in the rain.

"It's not working," he shouted over the droning rainfall. "Let's just find some shelter and come up with a game plan!"

There were nothing but open spans of green fields and wheat as far as your eyes could see. But a little while back, just over the hill, there had been lights in the haze of rain, a little nondescript sign on the side of the road that you'd whipped past suggesting the shelter that you so desperately craved.

"I think there was a house back there," you yelled back. "Maybe they could help out."

He nodded imperceptibly in the shower of droplets, hand on the small of your back, fitting so seamlessly in the curve of your spine, and began guiding you.

You both dashed across the road, and then you were tearing through the long grass in a shortcut to the twinkling beacons of the lights in the windows, looking like eyes peering at you in the darkness.

Somewhere along the way, you'd found out that Chris was a little ticklish at his waist, and after you'd discovered it – he'd flinched away from you and begged you to stop, but you'd continued just to antagonise him – you wouldn't let it go. It took you much longer to get there than would be normal, but soon, you were both stood, shivering and drenched on the porch step.

There was a sign on the door telling you it was a little inn – an underused bed and breakfast, most likely for road weary travelers on their way to Rome.

You didn't bother knocking as you entered the lobby, spilling inside with laughter still on both your lips. Muddied shoes squelched, and your sodden clothes dripped onto the floor.

You immediately moved to the fire while Chris went to go confer with the front desk.

His two months in Rome had taught him a fair amount of Italian, but it was still quite broken, and he found himself floundering with a lot of the words.

The landlady – a portly old woman with an extraordinarily kind smile and crows footed crinkles by her eyes – understood the predicament.

She explained to him in English – loud enough in the silence so you could hear over the crackle of the fire – that the road services would probably only be available to come out so far tomorrow morning, and that it'd be best to stay the night.

She didn't seem like someone who would scam you into staying at her little roadside hostel – even going so far as to give Chris some white fluffy towels for the both of you.

He paid for the last room available with soggy money, and returned to you, fresh towels in his arms.

He draped one over your shoulders first, and when you reached out to cling it to your frame, your fingers brushed.

That same electricity jolted through you both, travelling with lightning quick velocity down both your spines to spark alive the restless butterflies you had well and truly thought you had put to rest. You were the first to withdraw, allowing Chris to put a towel over himself.

He ran it through his hair, the pieces that had been plastered to his skin with water raising into spikes.

You laughed, reaching out a tentative hand – giving him ample time to withdraw should he need to – to smooth it back and away from his face.

But your laughter died down, as it inevitably did whenever he looked down at you like that. Because how the hell were you meant to function when his eyes were on your lips the way they were now?

And you damn near choked when he started leaning down, lips pressing closer to yours...

But before they touched, he broke into a gut-wrenching smirk, moving past your tingling and awaiting mouth to whisper in your ear. "I dibs the shower."

And then he was sprinting up the stairs.

You were so in shock that for a minute you couldn't even register what had happened, and when you did, you cursed at him, following him up, swearing you'll skin him alive.

And all the while, the landlady was watching the two of you, a knowing glimmer in those kind eyes. She muttered something in Italian, one she repeated many a time during your stay, a saying you would come to know as "young love."

And she didn't even care that you had tracked mud into her hotel and soaked the carpets through from your wet clothes.

She just cared that there were still kids in love in this world.

———————

Once you had both taken a shower and were wrapped up in your complimentary hotel bathrobes, you realised that neither of you were tired.

Your clothes were laid out, sprawled over the backs of chairs, drying by a fire Chris had taken the liberty of building.

So you both decided to go downstairs, and see what activities you could engage in with the other guests. It would do well to help you forget the prospect of having to share a bed with Chris.

According to the landlady, this was the last room available. And of course, Chris had offered to sleep on the floor, as gentlemanly as ever.

But you couldn't do that to him on his birthday, so you'd told him it would be fine, as long as a pillow fort was built to prevent any unnecessary contact.

The common area was woefully empty, save for a couple of sleepy looking musicians, poised atop their makeshift stage, on the brink of passing out on their instruments.

When you and Chris entered, however, they livened up, striking up some traditional Italian melody you may have heard before in passing.

It wasn't that late, so the bar was still open, and Chris managed to purchase a bottle of wine.

Most of the seats had been stacked on the tables, and he helped you pull some down before seating yourselves.

He poured you both wine, and you sat there in your robes, listening to the music.

The landlady came by, at some point, to light the tea light candle on your table.

When you thanked her, she said the same thing she had said earlier – in Italian, so you struggled to understand.

Chris, however, who had been taking a hearty sip of wine, nearly choked. "Mille grazie," he winked.

She scoffed, patting his cheek affectionately, much like a grandmother would her grandson. You didn't catch much of what she said, aside from one word. Cacciatore, in reference to a flirtatious man.

"What did she say to you?"

"She said amore giovane. It means young love."

You turned to try and find her – wanting to correct the innocent mistake of having her assume that you and Chris were in love. Fact of the matter was, there was still with Lily, and you couldn't stand to think of the PR nightmare it would be if it were to get out that he was at an admittedly romantic bed and breakfast with you of all people. "Oh, no, we aren't..." You faded out awkwardly. "He has a girlfriend!"

"Actually," Chris said softly, as if he had been wanting to tell you this for a while. "I don't. Not anymore. Not since the last day at the Hamptons."

Relief flooded you, followed by something undetermined – hope, you would later discover – before you were floored with absolute sympathy. "Oh, Chris. Chris, I'm so sorry."

You reached over to link your fingers in a reassuring hand hold, and his focus was pulled to that singular touch, that point of joining.

"If there's anything I can do to help..."

"No, it just..." He swallowed, finally pulling those ocean eyes to you. "It just wasn't meant to be, I guess. She wasn't the one."

His eyes told a story much deeper, hinting to something that you didn't have the strength to uncover. You'd been hurt too many times by these false feelings, you really weren't sure how ready you were to face them once more.

"What happened?"

"She thinks I'm in love with someone else." When you didn't say anything again – too stunned to do so – Chris cleared his throat. "I, uh," he tried for a smile, "I believe you owe me a dance."

It took you a while to recall him asking you to save him the last dance at the charity gala, and when it registered, you grinned, questions of who dissipating. "Let's go dance."

The band saw you and Chris approach the dancefloor, and immediately switched to a slow waltz. Chris took you in his arms, and as you both swayed to the music, you could almost imagine you were back in Vegas, before Lily, before everything, when the biggest problem in your life was that you had kissed your best friend on your birthday.

His body was so warm pressed to yours, that you felt every tense muscle in your body relax. That hand – forever fitted so perfectly to the groove of the small of your back – traced delicate patterns through the flannel of the gown.

Your cheek was on his chest, and your eyes were closed, and you couldn't see the way he was looking at you.

Because in his eyes – those beautiful ocean eyes – was a love. The love that you were incapable of seeing, but one that everyone else had – including Lily.

There was worship in every sapphire fleck, and there was pure adoration in the inky depths of his pupils.

And as he held you, body nestled so perfectly against his, knew that the angels would damn themselves for you. Because he sure as hell would.

———————

When Chris had gone to get more drinks – the bottle you had shared being finished – you had gone to speak to the musicians.

And surprisingly, they had what you had requested.

Chris was uncorking the bottle when you had hopped up on stage.

There was no microphone this time, and the musicians were glad to receive a break, joining the landlady at the back for a drink – leaving you and Chris alone in the room. Their departure caught his attention, and he glanced at you, before doing a double take.

You were sat at the edge of the stage – feet dangling off to graze the floor every now and then – and in your hands was a ukelele.

The memory of the last time you played for him was chased away by the excitement of this next song.

You were tuning it when you finally noticed Chris watching you. He had that look in his eye – one you were so used to seeing, but one you never quite let yourself understand – and he slowly sank into his seat to watch you. He propped his head on a fist, candlelight flickering in his eyes.

And without much of an introduction, you plucked at the strings delicately, beginning a ukelele rendition of "La Vie En Rose."

His smile broadened into a beam when you started singing. Never had he felt absolute peace like this – at least without having you in his arms.

Hold me close and hold me fast

This magic spell you cast

This is la vie en rose

You looked up at him, your expression earnest. You always found yourself being much more capable of conveying emotion in your actions, rather than with your words. Words made things messy. Music... that was beauty incarnate.

When you kiss me, heaven sighs

And though I close my eyes

I see la vie en rose

Chris breathed in deeply, his heart stuttering, but heavy in his chest. The hold – that spell – you so flawlessly cast on him was rising again, and he knew, with all certainty, that he would not wish to break the enchantment for anything in the world. He was Icarus, and you were the sun – the magnetic pull he felt was that strong.

When you press me to your heart

I am in a world apart

A world where roses bloom

Your eyes found his and you grinned, beguiling him. As you played the interlude, you mouthed to him "happy birthday;" and it was. It was perhaps one of the happiest birthdays he'd had in a while, because it was the one he'd spent with you.

And when you speak, angels sing from above

Everyday words seem to turn into love songs

His heart was swelling, throat thick with emotion. His eyes burned, but he was almost certain the tears gathering was from a lack of blinking. He didn't want to pull his gaze away from you, not for a single second. He had told you he had loved you earlier that day – and this felt like more of a response than he'd ever receive. He knew how difficult it was for you to say those words. And he was okay with that. He'd take what you gave, and you were giving him this – a song as lovely as the woman who was currently singing it. And he thought he was going to simply die when you looked up at him with those eyes, and that smile, and that voice reaching out to him, singing that final verse.

Give your heart and soul to me

And life will always be

La vie en rose

Little did you know, you already owned those things.

You'd owned them since the night you met.

[managedmischiefs]

north//chapter twelve

genre: angst, tiny bit of fluff

pairing: season 11 and 12 spencer reid x oc

warnings: panic attack

word count: 12.4k

summary: change is wonderful. but there’s some changes that are far too drastic for spencer and amelia to handle.

pay attention to the pov changes and the time jump or else you’ll be confused!!!!!! it’s about to get good.

AMELIA

Months go by, and life goes on, and that's about all I have to say about the last few months. Spencer works and I bask in the successful, metaphorical glow of my last exhibit. I do some light work here and there but mostly, I take some time off and resort to lounging around and drawing in my sketchbook. Spencer complains though because he claims that if I have all this free time then he should too. But regardless, he leaves bed every day to go to work and fight the monsters of the world.

But nobody more than me knows that things change quickly. I accepted that a long time ago and the nature of Spencer's job just reiterated that sentiment, especially after he got shot. So even though it’s a bit too overwhelming when he comes home with cuts and bruises on his face, or get upset when he misses loosely planned dates because of cases, or we disagree on where to order dinner from or if we should even order at all instead of just cooking, nothing surprises me anymore.

It doesn't surprise me when Spencer calls me from work and tells me he needs to go to Houston for a case, and that he might be gone for a while. He tells me he loves me and that he'll be home as soon as possible, to be safe, and to drink a glass of wine for him. So I tell him that he's the one who needs to be careful and remind him many times of my love, then I force him to promise that he'll be careful. He does, and I send him in his way with one more proclamation of love.

Spencer has been through a lot. He's a very strong person, and he tells me a lot, but I know he doesn't tell me everything. He only wears his heart on his sleeve when it comes to his feelings for me, but not with anything else. He's not an open book when it comes to work and the horrors he sees on a daily basis and relives in his dreams. I wish he was, but I know that part of the reason he doesn't is so he doesn't affect me. I wish he didn't think that way. I wish he could just confide in me without worrying about upsetting me. 

That being said, he doesn't cry. As I lay on my couch and listen to one of the records Spencer bought me for Christmas, a glass of wine about to fall out of my hand, my eyes closed, I try to remember a time Spencer cried in front of me. I scrunch up my nose when I realize I can't think of a specific time. Well, maybe he has cried. Maybe he did in the hospital. Maybe he did when he revealed what happened with Maeve, or his drug addiction. I don't have his memory. Maybe my worries are for nothing and I don't need to waste my time worrying over him so much.

But the days pass and I hear very little from Spencer, so I distract myself with my friends. We go out and we spend nights at clubs and we congregate at someone's apartment to watch movies and it's a wonderful distraction, but it doesn't fill the void that Spencer leaves. So I often find myself leaving him quick voicemails in bathrooms and balconies and bedrooms, telling him that I hope he's safe and that I love him and to let me know when he's coming home so I can see him. I don’t ever hear back.

Friday's are normally easy and Friday's are brunch days with my friends. So I wake up and shower and dress for my day, pulling on my skirt and blouse, singing along to the records playing downstairs. I finish getting dressed and fall back into bed, reaching for my sketchbook to occupy me for another half hour until I need to leave.

"Amelia?" Spencer's voice comes through my apartment, frantic and panicked, as the door hits the brick wall and rattles the picture frames. "Baby, are you home?"

"Spencer?" I respond, and his head whips up, landing on me. He looks like an utter mess in a loose tie and disheveled suit, messenger and go-bag having already clattered to the floor. His hair can be likened to bed head and I can see from here that his eyes are red. I immediately rush down the stairs and forget everything I was just about to do. "Sweetheart, what happened?" I grab his cheeks, performing my normal routine of checking for injuries, and when I find none, I become utterly confused and even more concerned.

Spencer's lips quiver as he sniffles, but he can't hold anything back when tears start to pour down his cheeks. "I-" his hands reach for my waistline, grasping my skin and drawing me closer, "I missed you so damn much, Lia, god."

"Are you okay? Are you hurt?" I ask when he pulls me even closer, our bodies pressing together and I can feel his rapid heartbeat against my chest. He tucks his head into my neck as he shakes his head no, arms finally circling my waist. "Okay," I whisper, coursing my fingers through his hair, closing my eyes as I breathe in the faint scent of his cologne. "I've got you, dove. I'm right here."

It only takes a second for Spencer to break down in tears, clutching my body like his life depends on it. Hearing his whimpers and feeling his shaking form breaks my heart, but I hold it together, rubbing him back, petting his hair, cooing in his ear, and telling him everything will be okay. His knees eventually give out so I lower us to the floor, landing in a weird position where I'm half in Spencer's lap while he cries in my neck. But neither of us seem to pay any mind to the fact that we're on the floor in the middle of my apartment. I just hold him and mutter sweet nothings and cheesy nicknames and pray to myself that he's okay.

"Spence, my love, can you talk to me? Can you tell me what's going on?" I whisper, trying to keep my voice low. I know that whenever I'm needing his comfort, his calm and low voice always helps me, so I try to provide the same for him. "I'm right here, sweetheart, talk to me," Spencer hiccups a few times as he lifts his head, and I reach forward to wipe his tears. "Take a breath, love. Just breathe, you're okay, I'm right here.”

Spencer squeezes his eyes shut and grasps at my thighs, and his head hanging forward. "I-" he takes a long, shallow breath, "you were clearly about to go out. Don't let me interrupt you."

I scoff out a laugh, shaking my head and pressing a kiss to his. He leans into my touch in a way that nearly makes me swoon. "Absolutely not, I'm not leaving you like this. You were on a case, is this about the case?"

Spencer nods slowly, keeping his head down. "You know about the whole thing with the group of assassins we've been hunting? The dirty dozen?"

"The people who've been targeting Penelope?" He nods again, and his hands tighten around my thighs. "Nothing happened to her, right?"

"No, no," Spencer finally lifts his head and sniffles again, wiping his cheeks with the heel of his hand, "she's fine. Actually, she's finally able to go home now because of this case."

"Okay, tell me what happened. Something must have happened if you're crying," I put my hands on top of his and brush my thumbs over his knuckles, hoping to bring him extra comfort. He brings them against his chest, allowing me to feel it rise and fall a little too quickly for liking.

Spencer gulps. "I had to pose as a married man who wanted his pregnant wife killed so I could lure the last hitwoman out of hiding so we could capture her. We'd gotten everyone else, it was just her. She was so smart and she saw through the whole thing. She knew my ring was fake right off the bat. She set a timer on my phone and was asking me all these questions about me and how we found her and about me and my family and-"

"Your family?"

"After she got rid of my ring, she asked if I had a girlfriend and I said no and somehow, she believed me. And then she was telling me that the only person who would actually date me would be a brat and an idiot."

“I mean, I guess it’s up for debate but I wouldn’t categorize myself as either of those things.”

Spencer giggles, just a little bit, but a joyful noise nonetheless, and that’s enough for right this second. "Then it turns out that she had a partner in the restaurant the whole time who had rigged bombs in the basement. She threatened to kill all these innocent people if I didn't let her walk free, but I couldn't do either of those things." He's getting worked up again and his eyes are tearing up and his breathing is shallowing and it just breaks my heart.

"Bub," I whisper, squeezing his hands, "breathe, okay? You're here now, you're okay."

Spencer lets out a heavy breath that sounds painful. But he squeezes my hands tighter and continues. "The only way I could throw her off her game was by lying to her. Her father had, um," Spencer glances up at me with a nervous look in his eye, "killed her mother when she was young and she was fostered," oh, that's why he was hesitant to say that, "and I had to tell her that I went looking for her father and that I found him and he just didn't recognize her, but that wasn't true. I couldn't find him at all. But then when Morgan moved in to take her down, he lied and told her that her father was at the restaurant and I just-” he shutters, “it was so horrible. I was so scared. She had a gun on me the whole time and I've had guns pointed at me so many times but I knew she wanted to shoot me and I knew she hated me and I knew she would have no problem killing me at any time. It was- god, it was so horrible."

I scoop Spencer into my arms again as he collapses into a new fit of sobs, body trembling. "Spence, I'm so sorry. But you did the right thing. Just think about Penelope. She's safe now, right? She can go home now and she can sleep peacefully knowing that there aren't hitmen coming for her and that you helped take them down. That hitwoman is in prison and you won't have to see her ever again. Now you're here with me and you're safe, okay?"

Spencer doesn't answer. He just lets me hold him and whisper in his ear and part of me hates that he's not talking. He shuts himself off and just barely hears what I’m saying, and only reacts when I touch his hair. He doesn’t return any verbal or physical expressions of love, not that I’m the one who needs them right now, but he just lays limp in my arms and whimpers like a kicked puppy.

"Hey," I whisper, pulling him up a bit and holding his face in my hands, "why don't you go change your clothes and maybe take a shower, if you want, and then come back down? Maybe you'll feel a little better."

Spencer nods and pushes himself up. Without another word, he grabs his two bags and trudges up the stairs to my bedroom, and just a moment later, I hear the bathroom door open and then the shower running.

With a heavy sigh, I locate my phone and text my friends to tell them I won't be making it to brunch. I don't bother to wait for their inevitably irritated responses before tucking my phone away, rushing around my apartment. I find the basket I'm looking for and then snatch the blanket from the back of the couch. I toss food and snacks and drinks into the basket, listening carefully to the running shower upstairs. When I've assembled everything I need, I take a seat on the island and wait for Spencer to be done in the shower.

It's almost half an hour before Spencer comes strolling down the stairs in jeans, a tee-shirt, and his converse. His work attire and weekend attire have too much of a layover, in my opinion. He’s always wearing his trousers and cardigans, occasionally a blazer. I’ve only gotten the pleasure of seeing him in jeans and a tee-shirt a handful of times, so despite the fact that he's the one with the fancy memory, I try to commit the sight to memory.

He's running his fingers through his wet and growing curls when he enters the kitchen, furrowing his eyebrows. "What's all this?"

"We, my dove," I quip, reaching my hands out for him, "are going on a picnic."

Spencer's eyebrows pitch up while he half-heartedly puts his hands in mine and steps closer to me, standing between my legs. "A picnic? Where? On the balcony?"

"No, silly," I giggle, leaning forward to kiss his nose. It makes him scrunch up his nose in the most adorable way. "We're gonna go to the park. It's nice out today and it's rare that I get to have you home during the day so let me cheer you up. Just- humor me, okay?"

Spencer glances beside me at the basket and the blanket, then back at my pouting face. He sighs, resigned. "Okay, sure."

"Good," I grin, leaning forward to press my lips to his briefly. “Let's go before it gets too late."

Spencer grabs the basket and helps me off the island, leaving me to grab the blanket. I lock up my apartment and we head off, walking hand in hand, silence looming over us. We would both usually attempt to fill the silence on a walk, but this time, it feels appropriate. We let the silence exist and distract ourselves by swinging our hands between us. I’m content with it though and I can only hope Spencer is too. I can only hope the silence isn’t letting Spencer get lost in his thoughts.

We finally reach the park and pick a spot to set up, using our shoes to hold down the edges of the blanket before taking our seats. We unload the basket and pass snacks to each other, avoiding the wine I brought, just in case we wanted to let loose. But this clearly isn’t the time for alcohol. So I work on my pretzels and watch a little boy giggle as he flies a kite with his mom.

"So, um," Spencer eventually hums, staring down at the container of walnuts in his hand, "I actually, um, I lied to you."

My hands freeze when they reach for a water bottle, my eyebrows raising. "Excuse me?"

Spencer lets out a breath. He reaches for a walnut but doesn't eat it, and just swirls it between his fingers. "I did go to Houston but it wasn't for a case. I went to see my mom. I asked Garcia to cover for me if you asked or went to the office."

"Why'd you have to lie about that? Is she okay? Spence, I could've gone with you.”

"I know, I should've told you and I feel bad that I didn't but I just wanted to deal with it myself."

"So what happened? Something happened. I can tell. What happened?"

The walnut in his hand slips out and falls onto the blanket, and now that his distraction is gone, he hangs his head again. "I got a call from the facility and they said the medication they were giving her wasn't working anymore. She was agitated and angry and they wanted me to go see her. So I went and when I went into her room, for three seconds-" he lets out a shaky breath and I find myself wondering if he even has any more tears to fall, but I quickly get that answer, "she had no idea who I was. So I had her tested and I found that night that she has an early onset of dementia."

I'm speechless for a moment, just processing that heavy information. I surely don't know as much as Spencer does but I know that this is not apart of schizophrenia. I've never heard stories of Diana not know her own son. I’ve never seen him so upset after a visit with his mom. Honestly, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this intensely sad. Usually, if he’s upset from a case, I can spend an hour or two distracting him and then I’ll be blessed with seeing his smile again. But after this, I don’t know if he’ll ever smile.

"Oh, Spencer," I lurch forward and hug him for what seems like the millionth time, but he doesn't make an effort to hug me back. His arms hang loosely at his side and he just noses at my neck, not even caring enough to kiss me or hug me or touch me at all. "Love, I'm so sorry. And I'm sorry you had to go through that alone. I don’t know what to say other than I’ll be here for you and Diana and I’m always gonna be here to help you if you want it."

Spencer still doesn't respond and he still doesn't hug me back. So I let go and drop my arms to my side, chewing on my lip. I want to comfort him. I want to help. But he seems so lost in his own head, and that's the most dangerous place to be lost in. I know what it’s like to be trapped in your head with your thoughts, and I know Spencer does too, and it’s not a nice place to be. But I have no idea what I’m doing and I have no clue how to help him.

My eyes stray from his to the park around us. There are kids running around and dogs on leases and people going on runs. It's a stunning day out, and when my eyes linger up to the sky, squinting at the sun, I smile. I shift my body and lay down on my back, reaching back to rest my hand on Spencer's knee as I stare at the vast color that seems to match my eyes, or so I've been told. 

"I think," I say softly, pointing upwards, "that one looks like a dinosaur." The clouds roll along in the sky and I study each of them quickly, searching for distinguishable shapes that I can point out. "And that one kinda looks like, well, I was gonna say an alien but now it looks more like a turtle," In the corner of my eye, I see Spencer tilt his head up to stare up at the sky. "And that one," I point to a passing cloud, "looks like a hat."

Spencer grabs the hand that is resting on his knees and intertwines our hands before laying down beside me. "I still don't get it. They're just clouds,"

"Then tell me about the clouds," I quip, letting my head fall onto his shoulder. "Educate me."

“Well, there are three main types of clouds. Cumulus, stratus, and cirrus. Stratus clouds are flat and featureless, like layered sheets. Cumulus clouds are puffy. Cirrus clouds are thin and wispy and are usually high in the sky.”

Spencer surely educates me. He goes on and on about the different types of clouds and the variations of them, and which produces the most rainwater and which form the fastest. I think he talks for close to half an hour, going on and on with his beautiful voice about something I never really give a second thought to. But I stare straight up and barely move a muscle, keeping my head on his shoulder and my hand laced in his.

"I talked for a while," Spencer chuckles as his lecture comes to an end, and he twists his neck to kiss my forehead. "Sorry."

"I enjoyed it. Can't say I'll remember it, but I like hearing you talk," I smile, turning to capture his lips in a kiss. "But I think that one looks like a lamp."

"I still don't see any pictures," Spencer sighs, returning his gaze up to the sky.

"That's okay. You will one day. It takes practice," I pause, squinting my eyes. "That's definitely a car. Like, a pickup truck," I reach my free hand over and grab Spencer’s cheeks, twisting his head for him at the passing cloud. Cumulus, I think. “There. That’s the pickup truck.”

"Thank you for taking my mind off everything," Spencer whispers, and his head breaks free from my grasp to look over at me. My hand drops to his chest. "I don't know what I'd do without you. I think I'd go crazy. I truly don't know what I did before you and I don't know what I'd do if you-"

"You-" I cut him off before he can even finish his sentence, "don't have to worry about living without me because I'm not going anywhere. That's a camera, no doubt."

Spencer laughs, returning his gaze up. "Whatever you say, beautiful."

“You know,” I drag my hand down to his stomach and brush my thumb over the soft fabric of his shirt, “this might sound a little stupid. But the day we met, when I left my apartment for the cafe, when I looked up, there was a cloud in the shape of a heart. And I don’t know why but I just knew it would be a good day. Is that stupid?”

“No, it’s not stupid,” Spencer says. “Actually, if we were characters in a fiction novel, that heart cloud could be considered an objective correlative. That’s a symbol or event or group of things that are meant to represent emotions in the story. So in a movie, it could be thunder and lightning before a bad event or feeling a chill go down your spine. Or the cloud could be considered foreshadowing, even though foreshadowing doesn’t exist in real life. And if it does then it’s just a coincidence. Yeah, I guess for you it would’ve been a coincidence. A good coincidence. An accurate one because, you know, you kinda fell in love after you saw the heart cloud.”

It's my turn to look at him now, and I study the curve of his nose, his jawline, the outline of his lips. He's stunning. The sun illuminates his features, even the sweat gathering at his hairline, and I can’t remember a time when I was this utterly, wholeheartedly in love with him. With everything about him. The good and the bad. "Spence, I know it doesn't seem like it, but everything is gonna be okay," I whisper, moving closer to him, nuzzling my nose against his neck while his arm wraps around my waist. "And even if it's not, I'm gonna be right here, holding your hand and staying by your side the entire time. I'm not going anywhere. You can't get rid of me. No way."

"I wouldn't want to," Spencer quips, moving his arm around my waist. "I love you too much."

"I love you too. Come here," I sit up just a bit and draw his lips closer to mine, letting my eyes flutter closed. "Everything is gonna be okay, dove.”

///

ABOUT SIX MONTHS LATER

///

"Ow! Fuck, Spencer! That's way too hot!"

"Then turn it down."

"Well, my hands are a little tied right now."

"That's not my fault."

"It kinda is your fault because you made the stove too hot!"

Spencer laughs and comes up behind me, his arms circling my waist, resting his chin atop my head. "I'm sorry. You know cooking and baking aren't my forte."

I send Spencer a sharp look over my shoulder, huffing. "You're so lucky you're cute."

He rolls his eyes and then moves beside me, gently grabbing my wrist. "Let me see," he pulls my hand from under the running cold water to inspect my finger. "It's fine, just a little red."

"I know," I smile as Spencer brings my pointer finger up to his lips to lay a sweet kiss on my skin. "You're just so adorable."

"I try," Spencer shrugs innocently, making me laugh. "Okay, let's finish chocolate covering these strawberries and get them in the freezer."

I hum in agreement and move back to the stove, the heat setting now turned down by Spencer, post finger burning. So I reach over Spencer and grab another strawberry and dip it into the chocolate before setting it onto the wax paper. Once we've run out of strawberries, Spencer puts the tray in the freezer. I go skipping into his living room and curl up on the couch, turning on the tv and waiting for him to arrive.

It's only a minute before he's curling up beside me, pulling me into his arms and kissing my cheek. "It's amazing you didn't get called into work today," I say. "I guess since you had to miss our birthdays and Halloween this year, the serials killers decided to let us celebrate our two year anniversary together."

Spencer laughs as he pulls me even closer to his chest, placing a kiss on the top of my head. "I'm glad they did. I mean, I wish they let us spend every day together but I'm glad they let today be an exception."

I settle my head against Spencer's chest and keep my eyes on whatever's playing on the tv, brushing my fingers up and down his arm aimlessly. He hums contently and a smile comes to my face. These moments of quiet are rare. And getting to have these moments on days like today, our two-year anniversary, are few and far between. We have to take advantage of them while we can.

"Hey," Spencer whispers, "I've got a question." I hum in response, flickering my eyes up to him for a moment. "So, you know, you're always spending your time here and I'm always spending my time at your apartment," I immediately look back up at him, already understanding what he's about to ask. "We're always together so doesn't it just make sense that, you know, we live together?" He raises his eyebrows, then sucks his bottom lip between his teeth out of anxiousness. "We always make a point to get together when I'm home, and I know you sometimes stop by here when I'm away on cases. We should- doesn't it make sense? We'd get to see each other more."

My grin spreads across my face as I tackle him to his back, squeezing his waist. "Spencer, that sounds perfect. I'd absolutely love to move in with you."

"Seriously? You'd actually wanna buy a house with me?"

"Of course!" I giggle, bringing my hands to his jawline, holding his face in front of me. "Why do you think I’ve stuck around so long? Yes, Spencer, of course I do," He attacks me with kisses, quickly lifting me up and carrying me towards his bedroom. "Dove, the strawberries-"

"I don’t want the strawberries right now. I want you."

It was silly of me to expect that moment to last forever. Our second year together was amazing. Well, as amazing as it could have been. Spencer hunts the worst people in society and parts of him break every day and I start a new exhibit, but we still meet up when we can and hold each other and make each other laugh and cook and look at clouds (with only me describing shapes) and just comfort each other. It was completely foolish of me to expect that happiness bubble not to burst.

Spencer doesn't like change and that's not hard to tell. The change of dating me was hard enough for him and I've learned that it was hard for him to get used to a new daily routine with another person in it. But then the BAU team changes and that almost makes Spencer spiral. Alex Blake left a while ago and Spencer was crushed, and then Kate came and he loved her. But then she left to have a baby. Then Morgan went through a trauma and decided to leave to protect Savannah and his baby. He lost Morgan and then soon lost Hotch.

Hotch was targeted by a serial killer that I only know by the name of Mr. Scratch. He sounds horrible, especially since he captured Hotch and drugged him, then tried to get him to kill his team. Then there was a prison break that sounded absolutely terrifying and made me almost spiral when I heard about it, and Mr. Scratch escaped. And the first thing he did? Stalk Hotch and his son. Hotch decided to leave the team in the hands of Emily Prentiss, who I've learned is an old team member who left to work for Interpol after a very complicated sequence of events, and entered Witness Protection to keep Jack safe. Spencer learned so much from Hotch and looked up to him, so losing the unit chief was a huge hit. It was a hit for everyone on the team, but this huge change meant creating another new routine.

Although losing those valued team members was horrible and stressful, they gained amazing replacements. Tara, Emily, Luke, and Stephen are amazing profilers who jumped into the BAU pool with both feet in, and the rest of the team appreciated that. They give their all to the team and together, they're taking down the escaped serial killers who got away during the Rawdon prison break.

But then Spencer starts to get some phone calls. It started out as one, interrupting a late-night dinner date on the balcony after Spencer got home from a case. He didn't think much of it at first, not even going inside to his apartment to talk privately. Turns out, his mother wasn't reacting well to the new trial he just got her into. Spencer didn't take this news well and our dinner was ruined. He stormed inside and spent the rest of the night at his desk, reading the same stack of books about experimental medicine over and over. I cleaned up our plates and went home. That's when I first started to see him pull away from me. From life. From everyone.

The calls became more frequent after that and the books piled up on his desk. The dinner dates and the hookups and the mid-case phone calls stopped, and our before-work cafe dates have been completely nonexistent. Spencer put every ounce of free time he had into helping his mother and her condition, and I had to respect that so I didn't say anything. I let him research experimental medicine and do all the fancy doctor things that I'll never understand, and I just kept my focus on my art.

He decides to go out and visit her and insists I don't come, that he can do it alone. I try so hard to convince him, but he doesn't budge. So I concede and he takes a week off of work to go, and I practically lock myself in my studio. My friends come by and I keep my concerns about Spencer to myself, but then I rant when it's only Jenna around. She's confused too, understandably, but offers no valid advice. I don't blame her, if the roles were reversed, I wouldn't have a clue what to say. And when Jenna asks me if we've found a house that we like yet, I tell her that we haven't even started looking yet. Spencer has been too occupied with more important things.

When Spencer returns, a selfish thought comes to mind. I think maybe everything has been solved. I think that maybe all those hours Spencer spent ignoring me and focusing on his mom and researching experimental medicine have paid off and he's solved world hunger and now his mom is cured. It's absolutely horrible. It's maybe the worst thing I've ever thought. No, it's definitely the worst thing I've thought. But am I wrong for wanting things to go back to the way they were? Am I wrong for wanting my boyfriend back? No. Yes? I'm not sure. But all I know is that I'm worn down and no amount of wine can distract me.

When Spencer returns, he sits me down. And when he sits me down, I know my selfish thought was too selfish. My selfish thought made karma come back to bite me in the ass. He's got a solemn look on his face and he's not holding my hand or touching me at all, he barely even wanted to kiss me when he showed up at my apartment.

"So," Spencer sighed, running his hand through his grown-out hair, "um, the clinical trial that my mom is in isn't helping. She's not getting better." I had raised my eyebrows, waiting for him to get to the horrible and dark, inevitable punchline. "I'm gonna bring her here to live with me."

My mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, eyebrows turning in. "What?"

Spencer groaned, burying his face in his hands. "She isn't getting better but whenever I go to visit, she seems to be fine. So I'm gonna bring her back here with me and she's gonna live with me. I'm gonna hire a nurse to watch her while I'm away on cases."

"Spencer, that's-" I let out a breath, tangling my hands on my hair. "I love you and you know that but I really don't think this is a good idea. Maybe this trial isn't helping her but another might. Find something close to here so you can see her more often but taking care of her yourself is going to be so hard. I don't think you realize what-"

"I've made up my mind, Lia," Spencer said stubbornly, as if ending the conversation there. "I've spent too long away from my mom and I don't want to anymore. She always feels better around me and I want her to get better already."

"Spencer." Just speaking his name made my heart hurt because I could feel the foundation under us crumbling. I could see it crumble when he doesn’t soften at the sound of his name from my mouth. That used to always happen. "This is a bad idea. Please reconsider. You're so busy with work already and then you're gonna go home and have to take care of your mother. You're not gonna have time to see me, or Henry and Michael and Hank, or do literally anything else. Spence," the selfish thoughts came back, "I'm sorry to be like this but you asked me to move in with you."

Spencer sighed, and that was all I needed. I stood from his couch and he quickly followed me to the door where I had already started pulling on my shoes. "Amelia, please. I know I asked you to move in with me but she's my mother and I can't abandon her-"

"She needs professional help!" I exclaimed, whipping around to face him. "You went through this pain when you were eighteen and you're gonna force yourself to go through it yet again when you don't even have to. Hey, Spencer, did you notice I got a new piercing?" I pointed to my ear and watched his face fall. "Yeah, I got my tragus pierced. But you've been so caught up in this experimental medicine thing that you haven't even noticed that. Just imagine how much more time you won't have when your mom starts living with you."

Spencer shook his head at me, just tucking his hands in his pockets and staring down at his shoes. "You're not listening to me." And then I left.

We didn't talk much after that. I texted him to make sure he was doing okay during his cases and got minimal responses. He eventually told me that he found a nurse to take care of Diana, and that he'd be traveling to Houston to take his mother out of the trial. It was surely the worst decision for Diana, but I guess I have to support my boyfriend.

So after Diana is settled into Spencer's apartment as much as she can be, I head over. She knew who I was right away from the two times I'd met her before, and Spencer and I were both surprised about that. I expected her to not recognize me and Spencer expected her to accuse me of being a spy. I didn't fully understand that, but when he explained how Diana had accused the nurse of being just that, it made sense. Kind of. I don't know how Spencer couldn't see it, but Diana didn't seem comfortable in his little apartment. Or maybe he did see it and just ignored it because he liked having her so close after so long.

Exactly what I predicted happened. I barely saw Spencer for two weeks and in the few times that we got to text, I found out that Diana wasn't doing well at all. She flooded the apartment and ran out the first nurse and now Spencer couldn't go on a case until he found a new nurse. She hated the taste of her medicine, which is odd because I've never found that pills have much of a taste unless you hold them in your mouth too long, and didn't want to take it. But Spencer is a hardass about medicine. I know that from experience when he complained I wasn't taking medication for my panic attacks.

But eventually, Spencer finds a wonderful nurse named Cassie who agrees to work with them and Spencer goes off on a case, and I accept that I'll never get to see him again. We text occasionally but I haven't heard his voice in weeks and we haven't gone on a proper date in maybe months and god knows we haven't had sex in forever. All those selfish thoughts return to make me feel like a horrible person, but am I horrible? Diana needs to be in a care facility, not her son’s apartment where he leaves every few days, and with a stranger who Diana believes is a spy.

I was completely ignorant to believe that our happiness bubble wouldn’t pop. No, the harsh beginning of our relationship would prove that no happiness lasts. We couldn't even get through a year without something tragic happening.

And it sounds so horrible, but at this point, I'm incapable of creating my own happiness. I need Spencer to be happy. I need him to be able to enjoy my tea in the morning. I need him to enjoy watching The Polar Express. I need him to find shapes in the clouds. I need him to make my spontaneous trips to the BAU to see Penelope. I need him so I can be happy. It's codependent and maybe it's toxic but he's my whole world. He's the reason I live and breathe.

///

SPENCER

///

I'm good at holding myself together. I'm good at putting on a smile and helping others before I help myself. It's become a skill of mine over the years, and maybe one that I shouldn't be so good at. But it is and I pride myself on not alarming my teammates when anything is wrong. But stalking cases are a whole other story. I do my best to keep up my world-class poker face when I see that the object of the unsubs affection is a brunette with bangs, but it proves to get harder and harder throughout.

I commend myself for keeping it together. I commend myself for keeping it together when the unsub kidnaps the brunette after we arrive. I commend myself for keeping it together when we witness the unsub send a bullet through the brunette's head. I commend myself for keeping it together as I slap handcuffs on the unsub and shove him in the backseat of a car. I even manage to keep it together through questioning from the whole team. Emily, Rossi, Luke, Tara, JJ, Stephen, and Garcia all ask me if I'm doing okay. Seriously, even the new people. I promise I'm fine. It was a while ago, I tell them, I'm fine.

I should be proud of myself for keeping it together until I get back to the hotel. I keep it together through the wrap-up interviews with the unsub and the goodbye with the local police, ignoring the images that are circling in my brain, now adding another set of images to resurface when I wish they never would.

I don't break down until I'm lying in my hotel room bed. It doesn't happen at first. I just lay down and stare at the ceiling and then my eyes start to burn and then suddenly, there are tears dripping down my cheeks. And as soon as one tear falls, there's a waterfall that follows.

I reach into my pocket and rip out my phone, searching for Amelia's number. I'm blinded by my own tears but I hiccup and hold the phone up to my ear, curling up on my side, ignoring the way I feel so uncomfortable in my trousers and converse and way-too-tight tie. After the phone rings twice, I accept that she's not going to answer, but then she does, and I feel a wave of relief wash over me.

"Hi," she answers softly, and then pauses. "Spencer, what's wrong? What happened? You're crying."

"I know you're mad at me," I cry helplessly, squeezing my eyes shut, "but I really need you right now."

"Of course. I’m right here," she answers in her beautiful, sweet, calming voice. "What do you need? Are you okay?"

I hiccup again, bringing my hand up to my eyes and trying to wiping my cheeks. "It was-" I sniffle, "a stalking case.”

"Oh," Amelia answers, fully understanding. "Okay, dove, do you have your medallion?"

I suddenly remember that and I sit up, hastily grabbing my messenger bag and digging it out of one of the many pockets. "Y-Yeah, I have it now."

"Good,"

"Could you pick me up? I don't wanna drive home."

"Of course. I'll be waiting when you get back."

///

The ride up the sixth floor is excruciating. I'm cramped with everyone else and I just want to go to sleep. I just want to be with my girlfriend. Emily looks over at me and smiles, but I don't bother to profile her smile. Whether it was pity or sorrow or just plain friendliness, I don't care at the moment.

I'm the first one out of the elevator when the doors slide open and my eyes wander inside and to my desk, and my feet glue to the floor. Everyone passes right by me and into the bullpen, but I just stare at the beautiful scene in front of me.

Amelia is sitting on my desk with her legs crossed, dressed in oversized sweats, which are definitely mine, with her curly hair in a bun and her glasses on. I can't blame her for her outfit choice, it is nearing midnight. But she's got her sketchbook in her lap and she's speaking to Henry who's sitting in my desk chair with a notebook in his lap, and she's clearly instructing him on how to draw something. He turns his notebook to her and she grins proudly before giving him a high five. Henry encourages her to teach him something else and they both flip their pages. Amelia leans in with her pencil in hand to show him something else.

"Hey," JJ comes from behind me and lands at my side, following my line of sight. She grins and watches the two interact perfectly, and Amelia gives Henry another high five. "You know, if we don't get a case this weekend, I'm available to go look at rings."

I just start to nod slowly, my head fuzzy with the amount of love I'm feeling for my girlfriend. We haven't been in a good place with our relationship and that's not really a secret. She isn’t happy with my choice to bring home my mom, and she's upset that she feels like her life has to suffer because of the choices I've made, and that's completely valid. But here she is, dropping everything to come and comfort her crying boyfriend at midnight on a Wednesday night, despite how upset she is with me.

So I just look down at JJ, nodding, and her smile grows as I say, "Deal."

///

AMELIA

Change can be such a beautiful thing. Change can be the thing that encourages people to start over and become a new person. A big enough change can transform a life. My life has been change after change after change that I've embraced it and welcomed it. If I don't accept something that happens so constantly in my life, where would that get me?

But sometimes change isn't good. Sometimes it's imperative that things stay the same. There are times where life is too hectic and busy and it would be detrimental for change to make an appearance. Change, then, makes life far too stressful and just plain unlivable.

I thought I'd gone through enough change since meeting Spencer. Dating an FBI agent, specifically, someone in the BAU, changes enough. But then he gets injured and he misses important dates and he works with the man who arrested my serial killer father and he brings his paranoid schizophrenic mother with dementia home to live with him. That's enough change for anyone, and Spencer hates change. I've never met a person who hates change more than him.

I've learned to keep a normal routine since I met Spencer. Well, as normal as I can. Even though I may not be doing anything in a day, I always get up and get dressed, whether Spencer is around or not. I've gotten used to not changing things and I've found the comfort in it.

I don't let today differ from my other days. I wake up in my cold, empty bed and stumble into a cold shower, washing away the throbbing between my legs and the oil on my skin. I blow dry my hair and get dressed in a white sundress that Spencer once told me is his favorite, tying half my hair back with a bow. I do my makeup and put in my piercings and clean my new piercing and go about my life, checking my phone for a text from Spencer. But all I find is groupchat texts from my friends and a text from Jenna asking me if I wanna go out tonight, so I put my phone away and go make myself a cup of tea.

My tea tastes wrong today. I've put in too much sugar and it doesn't taste right when Spencer's not making it for me, or when he's not holding my hand, or when he's not stealing kisses before rushing out the door for work. Life just isn't the same without him and I wish that he could come to his senses about his mother.

I'm halfway through my cup of tea when there's a knock at my front door. The irrational part of my brain perks up and thinks it's Spencer coming home from his trip to Houston, but the rational part of my brain knows that he would go home to his mother first. His mother comes first now. That is a change I need to get used to. Selfish.

"Coming!" I call, setting my cup of tea down on the island. I double-check to make sure I've turned off the stove and the kettle is safely moved aside before rushing to the door.

I pull open the door and instantly, my heart sinks to my feet. Seeing Penelope and JJ standing at my door would usually make me smile and pull out a bottle of wine, but today, it makes my hands sweat. I know this isn't good. I can tell it isn't good by the way JJ is staring down at the floor and by the tears stains in Penelope's makeup.

Spencer is dead. That's it. He's gone. I don't know how it happened but he's dead and gone and I'm all alone. My head starts to spin and I grip the doorknob in my hand so tight that I think I might break it off.

JJ's head pops up a moment later and she gives me a quick, tight-lipped smile and I notice her grab onto Penelope's hand. "Hi, Amelia," she says, her voice quieter than I’ve ever heard it before. "We, um, we gotta talk to you."

I gulp, my chest burning as I nod and open up the door a little bit further for them. The two step inside and even though they've been in my apartment a few times, when I was invited to ladies nights and hosted, they walk as if they're strangers. They're uncomfortable strangers who would rather be anywhere else.

I close the door and the three of us linger in the entryway. I almost regret not putting on a record this morning because the silence is choking me. Garcia is avoiding eye contact and looking around and JJ is doing something similar, but her eyes are stuck on my wall of pictures. And it seems to be the picture of Spencer and I. It was one that had taken hours to convince him to take and when I'd finally pressed the button on my camera, we were giggling relentlessly and Spencer was clinging to my side. It's one of my favorite pictures of us, which is why it's on my wall. I look at it every day and wish we could go back to that moment.

"Do you guys want a drink or anything?" I offer because I just don't know what else to say. I truly don't want to hear what they have to tell me.

Penelope turns her head back to me and shakes her head. "Um, no. No thanks."

"Amelia," JJ states, her voice sharper than I imagined. But then she brings her eyes to mine and her face softens. "Do you, um, do you wanna sit?"

"Tell me what happened to him." I sputter, bringing my hands to my hips. I'm already breaking and there are already tears in my eyes. They wouldn't be here during a work day just to tell me that Spencer is happy and healthy at work, about to get on the jet so they can go to their case.

Penelope lets out a whimper and puts her face in her hands, pulling her hand away from JJ's. JJ sighs and looks between me and her friend. "Spence is, um," she lets out a breath again and forces out whatever words are painful on her tongue, "he got arrested in Mexico. He was in a car chase with the Mexican police and then he was found with a huge amount of cocaine and heroin in his trunk, and he was high out of his mind. Emily, Rossi, and Luke went down to Mexico to investigate and they found a body and they're now charging him with drug possession with the intent to distribute, and manslaughter."

Like I said, some change is good. Changing bed sheets, changing clothes after a workout, changing your mind on a restaurant for dinner. Change is necessary for life to go on. Not change like this. I could never accept a huge change like Spencer getting arrested in a foreign country while being high. All of that is absolutely ridiculous and I almost roll my eyes when JJ tells me. But her face stays stoic and I know it's true.

Sometimes, I can feel myself getting pushed into the ground. I can feel my feet melt into the hardwood floor and I watch as the room starts to spin like a carousel. But there's no eccentric horse and no cheerful children. It's just me and my tears and my trembling knees.

"Amelia?"

There's a voice but I can't tell who's it is. Maybe it's JJ. Maybe it's Jenna. Maybe it's Penelope. Maybe it's Spencer. Maybe it's my mom. Maybe no one spoke at all. I can't even tell what's real anymore. If Spencer is high and getting arrested then we surely, must have entered a new dimension.

"He was framed, Amelia, we know it."

There's the voice again, and suddenly there's a hand on my arm, but my whole body tenses. My eyes glaze over and I can't even breathe, my chest heaving every time I try. Silent tears fall down my cheeks and I know that the longer I stand here, the more pain I feel.

But the glue under my feet has taken a liking to this specific spot of the floor and I'm stuck. So utterly stuck in this spot, in my head, in this lifetime. I can't breathe anymore. My lungs are flattened and they won't inflate.

"Amelia, you need to breathe."

I move my lips but no words come out. I'm grappling for words and gasping for words and I know what's happening but I can't stop it. Spencer always stops them. He always speaks to me in his soothing voice and waits to touch me until the nonverbal part of my attack has passed and then he hugs me up until I almost bruise.

But thinking about Spencer makes my knees buckle and I crumble to the floor, staring down at the hardwood as my tears create a puddle. I hang my head and ball my hands into fists, trying to find something to ground me but there's nothing. JJ and Penelope don't know what to do and Spencer can't magically appear to help me. They can't even call him because he's been arrested. Arrested.

My boyfriend has been arrested. My FBI boyfriend who wasn't happy to bail me out I when I was arrested for spray painting a brick wall that was public property. And now he's getting arrested for being high, being in a car chase, narcotics possession, and now murder? My boyfriend? My boyfriend who walks around with his sobriety medallion and cringes when we even see a scene on tv of someone doing drugs. This isn't him. This isn't My Spencer.

"Emily, Luke, and Rossi are with him. They said he's hazy and missing time but he's okay."

He's not okay. God, no. He won't be okay. He relapsed and once he comes down, he's going to be crushed. Absolutely pulverized. He'll never want to look at his medallion again. His medallion. Where the hell is that?

Time passes. So much time passes. It feels like forever. My hands bleed and my knees ache and my back is sore and my head starts to pound. I eventually collapse onto my side, almost curled up in the fetal position, my eyes squeezed shut. I need Spencer. I need him to hold me and to tell me he's going to be okay and to come home. Someone needs to tell me this has all been a cruel, disgusting, horrible prank.

"Amelia?" It's Penelope this time, that I know.

"Amelia, can you hear me?" And now it's JJ and she's crouching right beside me. I nod weakly and she sighs of relief. "Can I get you something? Water?" I nod again, and she goes rushing off to my kitchen.

Penelope helps me sit up again and leans me against the wall, wiping the tears from my cheeks. Her touch feels nice but it's not the same as Spencer's touch. Nothing will ever be the same.

"We're gonna save him," she whispers to me. "We're gonna prove that he was framed and we're gonna bring him home."

JJ returns with a glass of water for me and joins the two of us on the floor, crossing her legs. I sip slowly, my hands still shaking and my knees pulled up to my chest, protecting myself. My thoughts are shooting around in my head and I can't stop them.

"We've been fighting recently," I confess quietly. "Ever since he decided to bring his mom home, we have. On our anniversary, he asked me to move in with him and we agreed to buy a house, then he brought his mom home and started ignoring me. He cared more about experimental medicine than he did about me."

"That's not true," Penelope murmurs, placing her hand on my knee. "Anyone with eyes can see that Reid loved you more than himself. He'd lay down his life for you. He looks at you like you put the clouds in the sky," The statement makes my head spin quicker.

"Why don't you," JJ speaks next, "pack up some stuff and come to the BAU with us? You probably shouldn't be alone right now and you could use some company."

"Plus, we can keep you updated on Spencer when you're closer," Penelope says. "Go pack and we'll drive you."

I put the glass of water on the floor and manage to push myself to my feet. I trudge away from the girls and up the stairs to my bedroom, lugging a duffle bag out from under my bed. It almost doesn't feel real as I put a few things in the bag. It feels like someone else is controlling my body. I’m not moving like this. I’m not living in this dimension. 

I make my way back down the stairs and see the two women still lingering in the doorway, not even speaking. But they give me pitiful smiles when I enter, and they don't say anything when I grab my keys and open the door. I don't clean up my water glass or my cup of tea or double-check anything. I just need to leave.

///

Stephen and Tara's heads pop up when the elevator doors open, but I keep my head high. They're profiling me, as they always are with everyone, but I don't want to give them the power to see me so broken. So I keep my face neutral as I march right past them and down the hallway, directly into an empty interview room and slam the door shut.

Maybe it's wrong of me to be so cold to the team that is doing their best to help Spencer, but I can't help it. And maybe I'm mad at him. Maybe I'm fucking furious. How could he do this? How could he go to Mexico and put his life at risk, being a federal agent and being such a big target? How could he neglect to tell me that he was leaving the country? How could he do this to his team and his mom? How could he do this to me?

"Amelia?" Tara's knocking at the door, entering before I can even say come in. "I'm just checking in on you. I'm sure you're upset. We all are."

"He's stupid," I'm not sure why that's the first thing out of my mouth, but it is. "He's a fucking idiot. I've always known that but I didn't think he'd be this stupid."

Tara sighs and leans against the wall, dropping her head and trying to stay calm and level for me. "Did you know he was going to Mexico?"

"He told me he was going to Houston to meet with a doctor, that's all," I shake my head, ripping the too-cheerful bow out of my hair and letting it fall to the floor.

"When Garcia looked into his travels, it turned out that he crossed the border three times." I can't even bother to react. My body just feels numb and no new information can get past the shield I'm putting up. "You had no idea of any of this?"

"He always told me he was going to Houston. I never would've thought he was going to Mexico. Tara," my teary eyes travel up to meet hers, "JJ and Penelope said he was framed. Who is trying to frame him?"

Tara grabs a chair from the table a few feet over and sits in front of me. "Did Spencer ever tell you about someone named Mr. Scratch?"

"Him? I thought he was going after Hotch."

"He's coming after all of us. He came after me, he kidnapped my brother and drugged him, and we know that he did the same to Reid. It's our job now to find the evidence that points to Scratch." Stephen is at the door now, giving me a pitiful smile before gesturing for Tara to follow him out. She pats my knee before standing. "We're gonna get him home. You're obviously welcome to stay here, and if you need anything, let us know."

///

I thought that being apart of one FBI-involved case was enough for one lifetime. I don't miss being in this stale interview by myself while the BAU does their work, scrambling for evidence that supports Spencer and gets him home. But there's clearly not much or else I would have heard something. All the horrible memories of my childhood in police stations surface and swirl around my brain, leaving me frantically covering my eyes to will them again. I’m a kid again, laying on an uncomfortable couch and watching officers go back and forth without even looking at me. I’m a kid again, lost and confused with nowhere to go and no one to love me.

JJ and Penelope stop by over the day to check in on me and bring me food whenever they order some, but I don't eat much. I just spend my time staring at the wall and trying not to cry. I eventually leave the room just to change into sweatpants and a hoodie, and when I return, my phone is buzzing with a call from Jenna.

"Hey," she answers, and there's quite a bit of commotion from her end. "You were supposed to be here a half hour ago and The Bachelor starts in twenty minutes, so are you coming? Everyone else is already here and Frankie said he's gonna eat your Popeye's order soon."

"No," I answer quietly, "I'm not gonna make it. Sorry. I forgot to call."

"Are you okay? You sound off," Jenna's no profiler but she's always been good at hearing when I'm off. "Did something happen? Is Spencer okay?"

I cover my eyes with my hand and let out a shaky breath. "No, Jen, he's not."

There's a moment of silence on her line and the shouting from our friends gets quieter as she gets further from them. "Are you guys fighting more? What'd you guys say this time?"

"It's so much worse than that," I cry, curling up on the couch as the waterworks start yet again. "He got arrested." And so I start the story, relaying the details as I know them.

It's now that I accept the situation. Spencer is being framed by a criminally sophisticated serial killer who organized a prison break from behind bars. There won't be evidence. No, actually, there will be evidence and it will all be planted to point to my boyfriend. The minimum sense for murder is twenty years and the maximum is life. No matter what, he's going away for a long time or for forever. I might never see him in my bed again, or on my balcony, or buy a house with him, or have a family with him.

And so I cry to Jenna for hours. She misses The Bachelor and she has no idea who gets sent home or who gets a rose, but I don't think she cares. She listens to me cry over my tainted life plans. The wedding I'll never have. The kids I'll never birth. The mortgage I'll never pay. The college acceptance days I'll never attend. The birthday parties I'll never throw. It may never happen. And I've never been a pessimist, but this is the perfect time to be one.

I know that I fall asleep on the phone with her because when I wake up, my phone is on the floor of the room and it's still unlocked, telling me that it's nearly three in the morning. I'm wide awake and plagued with memories of the times I used to sit in bed with Spencer at this early morning time, eating Chinese food or ice cream and sometimes playing dumb card games that he lets me win or watching movies in a language I don’t speak or teaching him how to braid my hair.

I leave the dark interview room and wander into the dimly lit bullpen, finding right away that the four members of the BAU that are in the country are still in the conference room. They're working through the night and I wish I had the energy in me to thank them.

I push open the doors with every intention of forcing yself to have to energy to thank the team, but I pause when I get to Spencer's desk. His cardigan is still on the back of his chair, and there are more books covering the desk than I’ve ever seen. My pinky promise note has never moved from its spot on his computer and there are now two framed pictures of me on the desk. One is the same one that's hanging in my apartment, and the other is just me on my balcony, grinning at the camera. I hated the picture at the time and I still hate it now. Clearly, Spencer loved it enough to get it developed and put it on his desk. Every time I come here and see this picture, it makes me fall in love with Spencer just a little bit more.

I sit in the cardigan-covered chair and open the top drawer, finding basic office supplies. The next drawer is full of case files and paperwork that I don't have the stomach to go through, and besides, I'm sure I'd be the next to get arrested if I go through them. Federal business and all. I already know what is in the bottom drawer but I open it anyway, and I find that the stash of snacks I supply is still held there. I smile when I find that there are new snacks there, meaning that Spencer has finally learned and eats more when he's at work, even taking it upon himself to buy things other than what I provide for him.

I swivel the chair to the other side and open the only drawer on that side. This drawer is filled with the sketchbook/journals that I've provided for him, and at this point in our relationship, after two years, I've provided him with six already and he's working on his seventh. Each one is decorated differently and uniquely and each one is filled with whatever Spencer decides. I also find one of my hair scarves in here but I don't dare to touch it. I lost this scarf very early in our relationship and I realized I left it at Spencer's apartment, and I knew he'd never give it back to me. I steal his clothes and he steals my hair scarves.

The last thing I find is Spencer's medallion and I quickly pull that out, slamming the desk drawer closed. I'm not sure what to think of this. Did he leave it behind because he was tired of being sober? Did he leave it here on accident? Did he leave it here because he was framed and he didn't plan on getting drugged in a foreign country? I juggle the medallion between my fingers like I've seen Spencer do so many times and wonder if Spencer remembers his promise. I wonder if he remembers that he promised to always come home to me, that he'll always go north and he'll come home to me. Does he remember that?

"Hey," Penelope leans against the desk, giving me a small smile, "I've got a tiny bit of good news."

"Good news?" I echo, not at all convinced. How could they have good news that's tiny? The only good news in my book right now would be Spencer is released from custody.

"Yeah," she nods eagerly, "it turns out that the woman who was killed was a Mexican and an American citizen. The case was just extradited! They were gonna move Spencer to El Diablo Maximum Security Prison but instead, he's gonna go to federal jail here and await his trial."

I just nod at this news, because it's not really good. He's not proven innocent, in fact, plenty of people seem to think he's guilty if he was supposed to go to a Mexican prison. He still has to go to jail and stay there to wait for his trial and he still has to be proven innocent. It's not good news.

"Amelia, it's good, I promise. This means that we can control the case." But I still don't look up from the medallion as it passes between my fingers, and I only look up when she speaks again. "They're on their way back now and they're stopping by here first before bringing him to the federal jail."

"Really? Am I gonna be allowed to see him?" I perk up, the medallion rolling out of my fingers as I jump to my feet.

"Yeah! He's supposed to keep his handcuffs on but if we get you guys into an interview room or something, I'm sure we can make an exception for you," Penelope rubs her hand up and down my arms, smiling. "I know it doesn't seem like it, but everything's gonna be okay."

I scoff out a laugh, already retreating back to my lonely interview room. "It's funny, that's what I said to Spencer when he was upset over a case once. Guess I was wrong."

///

"Amelia, he's here." Penelope beams, waving me out of the interview room.

When I get to the elevator, Spencer is already hugging JJ. She sighs as she's nudged by his jacket-covered, handcuff-bound hands, hugging him as best as she can. I hear her promise the handcuffs are only because there are other people around, and Spencer nods in understanding. He looks horrible- exhausted and disheveled and nothing like the man I fell in love with. But as soon as I see him, a new wave of overwhelming, painful emotions wash over me.

Spencer lays eyes on me and his face crumbles, stepping past JJ to get to me. "I'm sorry," he whispers, but I'm not quite sure what it is he's apologizing for. There's a mountain of things it could be for. But I don't care.

I forget all the horrible things I was thinking before and pull the jacket away from his hands, ducking down and moving inside his circled arms, wrapping my arms around his neck. I squeeze him as tight as I can because I know he can't really hug me properly, and I hear him sigh contently. He melts into my embrace. His arms just hang around my waist but I barely pay mind to them. He's here and that's all I care about. He’s here and he’s touching me and he’s not okay, but he is alive and that’s all I care about.

"Are you okay?" I murmur into his neck, my eyes closed.

"No," he answers, and while I'm happy with his honesty, I'd do anything to change that answer. "I relapsed. After all those years, I relapsed."

"Spencer," I pull away and put my hands on his cheeks, staring into his red-rimmed and bloodshot eyes, "did you do it? Did you kill that woman and did you take those drugs and did you intend to distribute that stuff?"

"No, absolutely not," he answers quickly, shaking his head. "I-I was there," he looks over to make sure the team has left and they have, to give us privacy, "to get medication for my mom. I'm missing time from the drugs but that's the only thing I'm sure of. The medicine she was on wasn't helping and I found this experimental treatment but this doctor would only give it to me in Mexico and Scratch must have found out and used it against me and I'm so, so sorry, Amelia."

"Okay," I whisper back, nodding. "I believe you, dove. Whatever you tell me, I believe, you know that. The team believes you too and they're doing everything they can to prove your innocence."

He glances into the doors of the bullpen where the team is surely debriefing, now together after almost a week of being apart. Then Spencer brings his gaze back to me and rests his forehead against mine. "Are you okay? You look tired."

"Don't worry about me," I give him a tiny smile. "You worry about you."

"You had a panic attack." He quickly concludes, his face contorting into one of concern. "Where were you? Were you alone? Were you-"

"I was at home and I was with JJ and Penelope, but you know that you're the only one who helps. Anyone other than you just makes them worse. But it's fine, I'm fine. Don't waste your energy on me."

Spencer sighs, resigned, his eyes fluttering for a moment. "Can I give you a kiss?"

I savor the kiss. I savor the moment. I savor the way Spencer tries to get his hands on my back. I know that life is changing for a while. My pessimism is rearing its ugly head and I can't stop it. And whether I'm the only pessimist here or nobody else is confessing what they're thinking, I'm the only one acting on it, it seems. I kiss Spencer with everything I have because as soon as he's here, he's gone. He's sitting in a jail cell and he's staring at all without me and without his team. But this is the change that life has brought us. A change that I refuse to adapt to.

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The Battle Between Love and Fire-

Ivar the Boneless × Reader

Chapter Twenty-Five: Only Ours

Chapter Twenty-Four

Word Count 3.7k

Warnings: slight angst, lots of fluff

When you woke up, Ivar was still fast asleep. You were still laying on his chest, as if you haven't moved all night long. His hand rests on your lower back and his other arm is resting on his chest, with his hand intertwined with yours. You smile from ear to ear because this feeling is the best feeling in the entire world to you. Just being in your husband's arms, no distractions, just you and him. You start to outline his tattoos with your finger tip. His skin is so soft yet rough. His tattoos are engraved in his chest in such a way that they are almost scar like but aren't. His nose and mouth start to wiggle and his eyes start to flutter. You take this moment to kiss his chest all of the way up to his lips. When you reach his lips, you linger there for a moment. And by a moment, I mean that you stayed there until he completely woke up. He feels your lips on his own and smiles at the feeling. He grabs the back of your head to push you more into him, to which you chuckle. You are completely obsessed with him and you get the feeling that he is obsessed with you as well. He sighs in your mouth when you leave him wanting more. 

Ivar "What did I do to deserve that, princess?"

"Mm I don't know. Just felt like kissing my handsome husband."

Ivar chuckles, "Well I am glad that my goddess of a wife kissed me." He leans in once more, capturing you in a loving kiss. When he pulls back, he takes in your features with a smile. He rubs your cheek with his thumb while you look deep into his eyes. 

Ivar "So beautiful." He whispers.

"Thank you, my love. As are you."

Ivar "Mmm you are way more beautiful than me, my sweet."

"I do not think so. Especially not right now."

Ivar scowls, "Why do you say that?"

"You know why, Ivar."

Ivar "No I do not. Because to me, I see perfection." You sigh loudly and get out of bed. Your body is exposed to him and he takes you in. 

"How is this beautiful?" He pointed out all of your scars and battle wounds. 

Ivar "You are Y/n. Absolutely perfect. Your scars are beautiful, not ugly nor are they something to be ashamed of."

"I am. Only because every time I look into the mirror, I see what I do not wish to see. It is like a constant reminder of my days of torment."

Ivar sits up and gives you his hands for you to take, which you do.

Ivar "I know, sweetheart. I know that you feel this way now but as time goes on, you will feel better. I promise."

"What of our daughter? She is going to see all of my-"

Ivar "Yes she will. But she is going to see courage and strength..power not failure. She is going to see how strong her mother is and realize all that you have endured to be here today."

"I hope that you are right."

Ivar "I am sweetheart. Please do not be sad. I hate to see you sad. You did not wake up this way."

"I know...It is just..when you called me a goddess I thought of these," you point to the scars on your chest, "and felt ashamed."

Ivar "Oh Y/n..they are not to be ashamed of. Allow them to make you feel strong, not ashamed. Because that is what you are, you are so strong."

"I love you Ivar."

Ivar "And I love you. Now, let me see that beautiful smile of yours huh?" You genuinely smile when he asks because he is being such a sweetheart.  His eyes form heart eyes when you do and he cups your face, kisses your forehead and then your lips.

Ivar "Okay. If you do not get dressed right now, I do not know how much longer I will be able to contain myself…"

You chuckle, "I am sorry, my king."

"No, do not apologize for being beautiful. I just know that you are not ready for anything of that nature yet, my sweet."

"I know what you meant. I love you so much." You kiss him and then walk away to put on a loose dress. Ivar gets dressed as well and waits for you to be finished. When you walk out, like always he has a grin on his face. He offers you his arm and you take it immediately. 

Ivar "You remember our plans for the day, yes?"

"Oh yes. I am very excited. What time should we leave?"

Ivar "Not right away. We can eat and relax before we go out for the day. I do not want today to be a rush."

"Sounds wonderful."

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When you walk out, just like every morning, Ubbe and Torvi walk over to you and give you a big hug. It never gets old: feeling their love and acceptance of you. 

Torvi "You look so happy this morning! What is the occasion?"

"Oh, Ivar and I are planning on spending the day outdoors today!" 

Ubbe "Oh really?"

Ivar "Yes, I feel like it will be good for the both of us to just get some air." 

Torvi "I think that sounds lovely."

"So do I. I am looking forward to it."

Ubbe "And when are you coming back?"

Ivar "When we feel like it, Ubbe. We will also be taking the dragon's."

Ubbe "Oh that is good!"

"Yes! They will be close above while we ride on the ground."

Torvi "Will you be taking some guardsmen?"

Ivar "ehh I'm not sure about that. We would like it to be just us, you understand."

Torvi "Oh I do. Come..let's eat together before you two set out." She takes your hand and walks you to the table where you sit next to her and wait for the maiden's to come out with your food. 

"Why hasn't Hvitserk come out of his chamber's yet? Isn't he always the first to come out?"

Torvi "Yes, I do not know. Perhaps he just needed to sleep in." You slowly nod.

…

Ivar "Do you think that I am being a fool, Ubbe...hmm?"

Ubbe "No not at all. It was just a shock, giving the circumstances that we are all in."

Ivar "I recall that we are the one's attacking Wessex...not the other way around."

Ubbe "That is true. But we do not know what her father is planning, Ivar. I just want us all to stay safe and together, that is all."

Ivar "I understand that Ubbe, and I want the same as you. But Y/n needs the break from reality right now. You do not know how she is feeling brother. I do."

Ubbe "Then tell me. I am here for the both of you Ivar. You are my brother and that makes Y/n my sister-in-law. I care about her a great deal." Ivar sighs and takes a deep breath. He gestures for Ubbe to come and follow him to his chamber's. Once the door is closed, Ivar explains to him of you and his morning.

Ivar "I mean she was so happy and then it was like a switch went off in her mind and she...she felt so sad so quickly."

Ubbe "We all knew that this event would change her.."

Ivar "I wish that it did not happen at all Ubbe."

Ubbe "As do I."

Ivar "And now..she hates herself Ubbe. Like is completely ashamed of her own skin."

Ubbe "Because..?"

Ivar "Of her scars. Harald scared her up pretty well."

Ubbe "That bastard!" He shouted. 

Ivar "We should have killed him a long time brother. If we had, none of this would have happened."

Ubbe "As much as I agree about King Harald, I do fear that her father would have retaliated in the near future. He is a terrible person and an even worse father. So yes, King Harald's actions would have been prevented, her father's actions would have not."

Ivar agrees, "I do not understand what his problem is with his only daughter. She is so special...so gentle and kind. Why does he treat her so horribly?"

Ubbe "Because he fears her."

Ivar "What do you mean?"

Ubbe "He fears her retaliation, Ivar. She is the one with the dragon's. She is the one that is married to a viking king..with viking brother's. He knows our history, our families history."

Ivar "Yes but that is not an excuse for her childhood."

Ubbe "That is true. I did not know her back then. Neither of us did. So I cannot say why he treated her in such a way that left her so scared."

Ivar "Me neither. Let's just go join our wives, hmm? I am sure that they are wondering where we have gone."

Ubbe "Hey…" he stops Ivar in his tracks, "thank you for telling me. I hope that I helped in some way."

Ivar softly smiles, "You did Ubbe. Your opinion always matters to me, you know that." Ubbe nods and lets Ivar walk out the door. 

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When Ivar joins the table, you all get to eat together. It was so lovely. The only person that was missing was Hvitserk. You wonder why he has not left his chambers but you try to focus on your meal and the family around you then worry.  

Ivar "Are you ready, my sweet?"

"Mm yes. Let's go get our fur and then we can go." When you and Ivar are all ready to go, the last thing to do is get your dragons. Ivar opens the door at the same time that Hvitserk does. When Hvitserk comes out of his chambers, he looks absolutely exhausted. 

"Hvitserk?" He looks down at you and forces a smile. 

Hvitserk "Oh good morning, princess."

Ivar "It is midday, Hvitserk."

Hvitserk "Is it really?"

You nod, "You missed breakfast. Are you alright?"

Hvitserk "Fine..just fine. Where are you two off to?"

Ivar "I am taking Y/n for a ride today. Get some air."

Hvitserk "Oh alright. Stay safe, yes?"

Ivar "Yes of course. Come on, my love. The day awaits." He takes your hand and walks you both outside. You can't get the sight of Hvitserk's state out of your head. His eyes were blackened from the lack of sleep, his breath smelled of ale and his clothes were wrinkled. Ivar could tell that you were a little out of it once you both reached your dragon's, so he stopped and looked at you. 

"What?"

Ivar "I know you, sweetheart. Sometimes more than you do."

"I-I am sorry. But how can I not be worried?"

Ivar "He gets this way sometimes Y/n. We all have our bad days...our own demons. He just struggled last night with his own. He will be alright."

"Okay."

Ivar "Look at them," he turns your face so that you look at your babies, "look how happy they are to see you. They don't wish for you to worry."

"I am no longer. Come on, let's go get the horse." You walk over to retrieve Ivar's horse and carriage. Ivar watches you get his black horse and looks up at Ryuu, who is sniffing his being.

Ivar chuckles, "Hey boy," he pats his snout, "you excited to fly today, hmm?" Ryuu squeaks and starts to ready his wings for the trip. Ivar loves your dragons just as much as you do and it shows. You watch your husband in awe. You stop the horse and wait for Ivar to notice you. 

"Are you ready, my king?" He looks up at you, sitting in his carriage. 

Ivar "Oh I am, my sweetheart," he says, slowly joining you. "I know of a beautiful place to take you." Once Ivar commands the horse to go, all you have to do is look at your dragons and they know what to do. They shake the ground around them when they leap off of the ground. Their bodies are so strong and powerful. You still feel like it is a long dream that you are in, having your dragons and Ivar by your side. It feels like a wonderful dream but in fact it is real. 

…

When Ubbe sees his brother in such a state, he knows that something is terribly wrong. Hvitserk has not been this hungover since he lost Thora. So as his brother, he pulled Hvitserk to the side to have a chat.

Hvitserk "Get off of me!" He tries to yank his arm out of Ubbe's grasp but it is no use. 

Ubbe "Stop fighting me, brother!" He forces Hvitserk onto his bed so that he can speak to him privately. 

Ubbe "Now, are you going to tell me what happened last night?"

Hvitserk "You wouldn't understand."

Ubbe "Oh I wouldn't?" Hvitserk looks up at him, knowing that he was being sarcastic. 

Hvitserk sighs, "Its Y/n."

Ubbe "What of her?"

Hvitserk "I had a vision. Ivar beat her, Ubbe."

Ubbe "Do you know why?"

Hvitserk "No..that was unclear to me. In the vision, she just came running to me..screaming that Ivar hit her."

Ubbe sits down next to him and sighs, "How far away is this?"

Hvitserk "She was heavily pregnant. So we have a while before it happens."

Ubbe "It's not going to happen, brother. Sometimes visions do not come true. Sometimes they are just your mind playing tricks on you. And last night, you were worried about her because Ivar was drunk, am I right?"

Hvitserk "Yes."

Ubbe "So that means that you were already fearing that Ivar might do something that he would not recollect in the morning, right?"

Hvitserk slowly nods, "Yes.."

Ubbe "So do not worry Hvitserk. I do not think that this vision was sent from the gods."

Hvitserk "And if you are wrong?"

Ubbe "Well we will deal with that if it happens. But do not fret, Hvitserk. Ivar and her are fine..more than that."

Hvitserk "Yes.." Ubbe grabs the back of his brother's head and rests his forehead on his.

Ubbe "Do not worry, dear brother. Things are fine. And once this battle is won, we will all live a stress free life, hmm? Your daughter will be born, healthy and beautiful. You and Y/n will raise her to be a strong shield maiden, yes?"

Hvitserk smiles, "Yes."

Ubbe "Good."

Hvitserk "Thank you, Ubbe."

Ubbe "Of course. Now, get yourself cleaned up and go get some food in you." Hvitserk agrees. His brother is right, he just needs to stop worrying so much. And just be grateful for the here and now.

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You lean on his shoulder, taking in the scenery around you. The world is white from the snowfall that came over Kattegat as you all slept. The tree branches are sagging from the inch of snow that is on them. Your dragons are flying high above you. The sound of their wings flapping in the wind, is like music to your ears. Ivar looks down at your face on his shoulder and kisses your nose abruptly. Snapping you out of your little trance. 

Ivar "Your little nose is red from the cold, princess."

"Is it really?" You touch your nose and feel its cold skin on your fingertips. 

Ivar chuckles, "You are too much." 

"I am?"

Ivar "Yes! You are too adorable for me sometimes. I mean how can I focus on controlling the horse while you are resting on my shoulder, huh?!" You blush and lean into his side. 

"Hmm. I really needed this, Ivar."

Ivar "So did I, my love. We really needed this time together."

"Yes we did. Y'know while I was in that dungeon, I kept thinking of you. And hoping that that wasn't going to be the last time I saw you." 

Ivar "Oh sweetheart.."

"It is the truth. I never gave up hope that you would find me. I only feared that it would have been a little too late."

Ivar "But I was not late. And I have you back." He leans down and kisses your lips quickly before tending his attention back to the horse. 

"I know. I thank the gods everyday for you and for this life that you gave me."

Ivar "I only give you what you truly deserve, my sweetheart. You deserve love and happiness, not hate and torture. So yes, when I saw you in my dream...before we met...I knew that you were my person. The gods showed me you for a reason and that reason was clear the moment you walked through my door."

"Oh Ivar, I love you so much."

Ivar "And I love you Y/n. We are almost there.."

"And where is 'there'?"

Ivar "You will see."  He focused on the horse and his pace, while you relaxed and focused on your babies above you and the world around you. The crunch of the snow below the wheels of the carriage and the hooves of the horse. It is so peaceful, a peace that you needed today. More than you knew, you think to yourself. It is a crazy feeling, peace. When all you know is chaos, it is nice to feel peace and serenity for a change. And to feel this sense with your husband, is an even greater bliss. Out of nowhere, Ivar stops the horse and looks down at you.

Ivar "Close your eyes, princess."

You snicker, "really?"

Ivar "Mhmm. Now close them." Once you do, he kisses your lips softly and then the horse starts pulling you two again. 

"Why are my eyes closed?"

Ivar "Because I want this spot to be special..I want you to see its beauty all at once. So keep 'em closed." You roll your eyes even though they are closed. Ivar is such a romantic and it gets so cheesy sometimes but you still love it. The horse pulls a bit further and then stops completely. You can hear Ivar let go of the leash and his leg braces flex as he turns to face you. 

Ivar "Okay my love, open them." When you do, you see the beauty that he was talking about: there is a massive waterfall with a great lake, the snow is undisturbed and the water is the bluest of the blues. You look at Ivar with your mouth ajar and your eyes sparkling. His smile forms so big when he sees your reaction. 

"Ivar...this is.."

Ivar "I know. I wanted to make this place our secret getaway. No one knows about this place but you and me. It was only known to me before today. And now...this is our place."

"Only ours?"

Ivar "Only ours. No one knows of its beauty. This place is hidden quite well. I remember when I first stumbled upon it, I swore to myself that I would take my wife here one day." You and Ivar get out of the carriage and start to walk. 

"I can't believe this.."

Ivar "Believe it, my sweet. And get used to it," he takes your hand in his and looks at you, "I want you to know that whenever you are feeling down, sad or angry..this can be your getaway. It has been mine for many years. And I want to share it with my love."

"Thank you Ivar. This is truly a gift."

Ivar "It truly is a gift from the gods. And you are a blessing that the gods have given to me, so what more could I do then to share this beautiful place?"

"You have given me so much Ivar."

Ivar "It does not feel that way to me, Y/n. I feel like lately, I haven't been a good husband to you..saying things that I shouldn't say."

"Ivar.."

Ivar "No please let me finish. I know that I am not perfect. I am far from it. I am a cripple. I have my bad days and my good days. Some days, all I feel is anger and hatred towards everyone. But when I realize what I do to people and how I treat them, I feel horrible. I have come to realize that these past few days, I haven't been the nicest king nor the nicest husband. So I wanted to take you here and make you a promise." Tears start to form in your eyes, "I promise to always love you and care for you..and our daughter. But if I ever start to break this promise, I will let you go. Because all you deserve is love. You have been through enough and I do not wish to add to your torment. So please know that I will do my hardest to love you and make you happy. But do know that I can't promise you that I will not have my bad days."

"Ivar..you are an amazing husband. And you are going to be an even better father to this little girl. I know that you can have your bad days, we all do. That makes us human. Our emotions fluctuate throughout the days, weeks, months…"

Ivar "I know, sweetheart. But I did things in the past while I was angry that I regret today. I do not wish for you to be one of those regrets. That is why I am promising to you that if I ever start to get...how I used to be..that I will let you go."

"I'm never letting you go Ivar. So you do not have to promise me that, do you hear me?"

Ivar chuckles, "Yes ma'am." 

"Can you promise me something else though?"

Ivar "Anything."

"Never let me go." His eyes formed tears then. He slowly nods and then cups your cheeks and kisses you passionately. When you both pull back, you both are breathless.

Ivar "I promise." You smile and kiss him again. You stop when your dragons finally land on the ground near you two. Ivar chuckles, "Such magnificent creatures."

"Aren't they?" You watch them take drinks from the lake. Ivar takes your hand and walks you towards the waterfall where you both sit down. Ivar groans as his legs hit the snow. 

"Thank you for taking me here Ivar."

Ivar "It is my pleasure, princess."

"Love you forever.."

Ivar "Forever."

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☁️ Dreams

👩🏻 A/N: It's here! This is my first story! I just wrote it as I needed an outlet to get my mind off reality. Probably gonna write again? Idk 🤔Anyway I'm excited to share this! Not sure if it’s good BUT I hope anyone that gives it a go would enjoys it! 🥰

🌠 Geners: Fantasy, fluff, slight smut

📃 Word count: 4.9K

Since young, you always have a thing for dreams. You were told many stories of different people's dreams and you've always finds it fascinating on what goes on in there when your body shuts to recharged.

There was one in particular that had it imprinted in you till now. It was your grandparent's dreams. You can't believe that they actually met in their dreams and how their love unfolds into reality.

How can anyone dreamed of someone else when they've never cross path or see each other before? You always questioned.

You could never figure out no matter how many times they tell you their tales. But even so, it was the sweetest love story that you've heard and of course, seeing it through parts of their times, you were partially convinced that maybe dreams do come true.

As you get older, instead of popping colours of life, nightmares get the best of you. You eventually start sleeping lesser and lesser hours. Dreams were no longer the happy fluffy thing you did look forward to every night.

Today was the worst. It was one of those days, where you felt like everything was collapsing on you. This week have been so exhausting and you probably had less than 10hours of sleep in total. Having to deal with your sickening boss that always throws you with piles of urgent paper work that you end up OT till 1-2AM to finish, colleagues that act as if they're the only one that have a life outside of work and dumped their unfinished work on you.

Just when you thought things couldn't get any worst, you sprained your ankle while chasing for your last bus home tonight.

"How great.." you sighed while limping up the bus with your now sore ankle.

"Well at least, I managed to catch the bus…" Trying hard to comfort your miserable self as you found a seat and sat down. 

You finally reached home after what seems like forever. Throwing your heels aside, you limped towards the kitchen to get some ice for your swollen ankle. Walking to the living room you plopped yourself onto the sofa, turning the TV on that you have no plans on watching. You find yourself staring into the ceiling, can't help but to question about your life.

Even though you're tired as hell, you can feel yourself fighting that tiredness, refusing to let another nightmare invade you tonight. But as the clock ticks away by the minutes, you know your fight is futile.

"If only.. I just wish for one good dream.. Just one, to end this miserable week" with that, you find your heavy lids closed as you fell asleep.

The next thing you know, upon opening your eye you saw the ray of morning sun shining into your room.

Checking the time on the clock, 

"It's 11AM?!" Now, widely awake. "Did I just sleep through the night?"

Not remembering when's the last time you slept through the night without waking up with cold sweat or hyperventilating from the nightmare you had. Though, you weren't complaining. You were in fact longing for a good sleep like this.

You got out of your bed, slipping into your bunny slippers, ready to kicked start your day. You just felt really good and recharged from the long sleep. After washing up and making yourself a cup of coffee, you walk to the sofa and sat down, finding a comfortable position to plan how you should go about your day before having your best friend over tonight for dinner and movie.

While you were making plans, a suddenly feeling strikes you. Something doesn't add up, but you can't seem to put it into words.

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It's 1PM. You're dressed in your ripped jeans and cute smiley sweater ready for some shopping therapy and groceries shopping for tonight's dinner. You grabbed a pair of your most comfortable heels and skipped out of your apartment. You were in a good mood, stress free and you know that's not normal but again you're not complaining. You're going to enjoy it while it last and so you thought.

As you were going down the long flight of stairs towards the bus stop, you were impressed at how you managed to go up these 'stairs of hell' with your swollen ankle last night. That's when you realised, they aren't painful anymore. You were pretty sure it was swollen before you fell asleep but they seem perfectly fine now. You also remember falling asleep on the sofa and not in the room.

So, how did I get to the room? When did I changed into the pj? Now, lots of thoughts are flying in and you couldn't much process or find an answer to them.  Are you that tired that you can't remember what you did?

 "Be careful!!" A loud voice snapped you back into reality and you can feel a strong hand holding on to your arm.

Facing the stairs down, you're pretty sure that you will get more than just swollen ankle if it's not for this person. You turned your head around wanting to thank your saviour but came to face with a white tee and strong veiny arms that is holding on to you. You tilted your head up trying to see who's this perfect fitting body belongs to and there, you saw a pair of small worrisome eyes looking at you.

 "Are you ok? Hurt anywhere?"  he asked worriedly.

At that moment, you couldn't seem to find a word as you were too focus on looking at this charming looking gentleman in front of you.

Let's be honest, ever since you start adulting, life has been a struggle of paying off bills and dealing with your work life. You hardly even have time for yourself, so let alone finding yourself a partner to add on the struggle with.

The only male presence in your life other than your dad, is your childhood best friend, Lee Minhyuk. Well, he's called your best friend for a reason. You have been in each other's life for more than a decade and you know each other all too well. Also, knowing that there will probably be no peaceful day ahead if you guys were to even try. You and Minhyuk can't even decide on a movie together for movie night without bricking for at least 30 minutes and ended up having to tossed a coin to decide. Which, you think it's probably going to happen tonight too. So, it has never really cross both of your mind about developing your relationship into anything else more than what you guys are.

You did met a few people, go for a few dates before but that was in collage when you had the privileged of time. All that just seems so long ago.

Right now, having come face to face with this charming guy, it is sure to activate your needs for a new male presence in your life. Not to mention, this gentlemen in front of you, his visual is… let's just say, he's totally your type. With your 'love struck' expression which you probably are showing now, he figured that you should be ok.

"Hi, I'm Hyunwoo." Waiting for your answer while holding on to you as you steady your feet. 

You noticed his expression changed to a shy and smiley eye, that would totally make anyone soft.

 "Hi" … "I'm y/n." Quite sure you sounded like a robot.

A red one to be exact because you can feel yourself blushing hard and the distant between the both of you and his perfume smell is not helping at all. You can hear him chuckled. His hand is still on your arms. His warm palm on your skin certainly have you feeling the butterfly flying wildly in your stomach.

 "Are you free for a coffee?" You blurted out of nowhere and a sudden realisation that you're thinking out loud, got you in panicked mode.

 "I mean… I mean you just saved me from the probability of cracking my head like an egg... so.. " pausing and cursing yourself for the lame joke. Now, you just want to dig a hole and hid.

He laughed. "I like that" not sure if he said that out of courtesy, just so your now red af face wouldn't burst. 

"and sure. I would love for a coffee with you, Y/n. "

You liked the way he calls your name. Like you never knew it could sound so sweet.

 After the awkward invitation, Hyunwoo slide his hand down from your arm. Holding on to your hand now, he casually walks down the stairs. Going one step ahead of you as he leads you down. He turned his head to looked at you and smiled,

"Now, you don't need to worry about getting your head cracked."

You're very sure at that moment, your face was in tomato red as Hyunwoo holds your hand and walk towards the nearby café.

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"Do you stay around here?" You asked as the both of you set down on the sofa seating in the café.

"Yes, I just moved here recently and was exploring the neighbourhood. You stay around the area?"

"Yup. Not far from the 'stairs of hell'." Almost rolling your eye.

Hyunwoo let out an airy laughed "I totally know what you mean."

Taking the first sipped of his drink, he started making some sound. "Mmmm! Mmm! This is so good!"

His reaction makes you adore him. How can someone be so charming, gentle and cute all at the same time.

"Oh, what did you ordered?" you asked out of curiosity.

"Honey grapefruit tea! It's on the drink's special menu. It's so refreshing!" You smiled at him as he sounded so proud of his order.

"Do you stay alone?"

 That question was definitely out of nowhere.

 There was a short pause as you were a little startled by the intruding question. Hyunwoo probably felt that he might have make you uncomfortable, so he explained.

"Oh, don't get me wrong. Since I moved here alone, I just thought it would be nice to know people in my neighbourhood. But its ok! You don't have to answer if it makes you uncomfortable. I'm sorry for the sudden question." Looking apologetic and not sure if he sounded weird.

But somehow his explanation makes you feel comfortable enough to tell him, so you looked at him,

"It's ok, dont be sorry. And yes, I kind of stays alone. But I have this best friend of mine, that would come crushing every so often to check if im still alive. So i'm not sure if that counts." Again, cursing yourself for the lame joke but it's kind of true too.

Well, atleast your reply showed Hyunwoo some relieved as you can see the smile back on his face.  

"It would be nice if we could have…"

 Before you manage to hear finished his sentence, the whole place start to shake violently. You could hear someone calling your name very loudly, somewhere but you couldn't find the source. Scared as hell, you closed your eyes shut.

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 When you opened your eye, you were in a dazed. Minhyuk is now on the sofa beside you and shaking you violently. You frowned, now back to your sense. You were quite sure if he were to continue shaking, you would have thrown up on him that instant.

 "Babe! Back on earth?! You scare the hell out of me!" "What happen to you?!" "I came into the apartment and the first thing I saw is your dead body on the sofa!" "I mean lifeless. I mean.." As Minhyuk went on with his chains of words, you rolled your eyes at him. You can totally see that small smirked on his face.

 You had given Minhyuk the password to your apartment on day one when you move in, as he was whining non-stop about it until you gave him the digits. Since the both of you are having movie night every other Saturday, so you though it did be more convenient to do so too. But Minhyuk always says, it's for your safety so he can come by to check on you and see if you're still alive and kicking. You just want to rolled your eye, knowing all too well it's for his own convenience, as he always comes over for free meals, if not when he wants to escape from his mom's nagging. But even so, you never really mind it because he would keep you accompany whenever nightmares start taunting you.

 "What time is it now?" you asked.

 "It's almost 7PM, y/n! And you are supposed to start cooking dinner at 6:30PM!" He shouted across the kitchen while getting you a glass of water.

 You took the glass from him while trying to figure out what just happened.

 "Are you having nightmares again?" Minhyuk asked with concern on his face.

 "No, it's not a nightmare. In fact, it was a good dream." You paused.

"Well, at least it is until someone starts shaking me so violently, I thought there was an earthquake." You said to him with a somewhat annoyed tone now. He pouted.

You stood up wanting to get a quick shower because you're still in your yesterday's work clothes but your ankle give way. Now you remembered that you had sprained your ankle and it's still swollen. You realised what was not adding up. You were dreaming, that's why it wasn't hurting earlier.

And that guy in your dream, Hyunwoo.

Who is he? Have you seen him before?

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 It’s been a month since you dreamt of Hyunwoo and you were hoping to dream of him again but instead, the whole nightmare routine starts bugging you instead.

 Today, was no different as you find yourself fighting the tiredness to sleep. But after sometime, you finally can’t hold much longer and you fell asleep on the sofa. When you opened your eye and to your delight, you were at the same cafe, same sofa seat where you and Hyunwoo were at before.

 "Hey, your coffee." Looking up, you saw that smiley eyes that you were missing so much, right in front of you.

 "Hey.." You replied, fighting the urge to ask if he he's real. Afraid that it would break the spell to whatever is causing this dream.

 You decided to throw the thought to the back of your head, as you have been waiting for this to happen ever since that day, you tell yourself to enjoy it well it last. So, you turned your focus back on him.

 "How have you been?" You smiled while sipping on the coffee he got for you.

 "I'm good. And I've been thinking about talking to you again" That sudden confession caught you off guard.

 Has he been thinking about me? This is a dream, right? He's probably a reflection of what I've been wanting to hear from a guy.

Now you're very much convinced by yourself that all this are probably just in your head.

 The both of you talked for a while, enjoying each other's company. It felt nice talking to Hyunwoo and you were hoping to talk for a little longer but a loud ringing sound woke you up.

Lazy hand searching for the source of the dreadful sound, you grabbed the alarm and turn it off. Looking at the time, it's now 5AM and you know you are back at the harsh reality of work week. A sigh leaves you as you drag your heavy body out of bed.

 On the way to work, you can't help but be hopeful about dreaming of Hyunwoo again since the second time did happened.

 Indeed, you found yourself seeing Hyunwoo in your dreams for the third, fourth and fifth time in a spent of 2 months. It always happens at the same cafe. The both of you would be seating at the same sofa seat, drinking the same drinks. Even though, there's no knowing to when you will be dreaming of Hyunwoo but when you did, he never fails to makes you happy and recharged. You start seeing yourself looking forward to sleeping and dreaming again. Something that you use to love before adulting. Not to mention, nightmare have been less frequent and you were feeling better every day. It was a good sign for you.

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 And today you're dream again, the sixth time. But you found yourself at a different setting. It wasn't the usual cafe or the sofa seat that you always sat on. It was a place you are not familiar with. It was someone's home.

 It was Hyunwoo's home to be exact. You can see his family picture framed up sitting on the kitchen's table. He was smiling so brightly in the picture and you can see where he probably gets his youthfulness from. You smiled because in front of you, stands a familiar back hovering over the stove.

 "Your mum look so young and pretty." you said while admiring his back view.

 He turned around sounded in agreement. Now turning towards you, you can't help but to admire this perfect looking guy, in his home clothes and combing his hair back with his hand. He wearing a white tee that hug his body perfectly, showing his chest muscles curve and broad shoulder and a pair of shorts that shows his long legs. Unaware of yourself checking him out so openly, he chuckled

 "Enjoying your view huh?" he says jokingly as he turns back to cook.

 You cough trying to hid your blushing face, "Ahem, are you cooking ramen?" "The legendary 'Hyunwoo's ramen'?" You giggled as you teased him.

 "Yes, I promised its the real deal."

 "Are you sure is that good?"

 "Oh yes, it's that good that you would want for more." feeling challenged as he places the ramen in front of you.

"Go on, have a taste"

 He leans in on the table, moving into your personal space as you took your first bite. You're trying to ignore his extremely close presence, not sure if it's the ramen or Hyunwoo that's making you all hot now.

 "How is it? Good?" Staring at you earnestly, waiting for your feedback.

 How am I supposed to concentrate and eating with him being so close?

 In all honesty, he looks so yummy you just want to eat him instead. You can't help but blush so hard at your own desirable thoughts.

 "Are you ok?" Hyunwoo asked as his hands feels your burning cheeks and his face just inches away from you.

 Your face now so close to his. You looked at his so kissable lips and a sudden impulse urged you to slid forward and kiss him. You retreat back and shut your eyes, hoping to wakes up so you don't have to face the embarrassment from your action. But you didn't. Before you know it, you felt Hyunwoo lips clashing back on yours causing you to open your eye in a shock. That impulse and innocent kiss had turned into a heated open mouth kisses as Hyunwoo move his hand behind your head keep you closer. You felt yourself heated up from the action. You want more. He pulls away after a while, only to carry you up onto the table as he parted your legs to stand between you. He latched his lips back on yours and you swear you're feel all sorts of sensational feeling with what he was doing. Hyunwoo slowly moves his hand with lazy fingers gliding all over your body leaving hot trials and tingling feelings to where ever he passes. You can feel the shiver up your body and the tight knot somewhere inside of you wanting more of him.  

He pulls you closer to him while moving down to your neck, giving you soft open kisses. You can feel his growing bulge pressing on your centre as he grinds up against you, cause you to make soft seductive moans that you never thought you're capable of making.

 "Hyunwoo.." You murmur as you arched your back.

 He tilted his head up to look at you, so done for him just from the kisses. You can see his pupils blown; eyes filled with lust. He wants you. Before you can think of anything, you shudder as you felt the sudden contact of his palm cupping your heated clothed centre. You moaned and that encouraged him to move further. He slipped his hand through the side of your shorts and pushing your panties aside. You hissed at him when he parts your folds and starts making circle at your swollen nub. You can't remember the last time someone had taken care of you like that and saying you were a moaning mess is an understatement. You moved your hand wrapping around his now fully grown budge, wanting to help him relief from the strain in his shorts. You can hear his low moaned when you start pumping him. He sounded so attractive, yet so sweet. Soon after, both of you were helping each other to chased your much needed high.

 "Baby.." the sudden pet name got you closer to your high " I can't…" you curled your toe and shut your eyes, preparing for the rush that was going to come through.

 But talk about bad timing.

 As you opened your eye as you found yourself lying on your own bed. You rolled over, face pressed down and you screamed into your pillow venting out your frustration. You need to settle your sexual frustration. Reaching down to your panties which is now soak with aroused. 

You sighed. "I want him." 

You find yourself craving for Hyunwoo. While thinking of him, you settle your needs with the fate of your own fingers.

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 2 weeks went by after that heated dream you had. The seventh didn't come.

  "Just go to that damn cafe! It won't hurt anyone…" Minhyuk retorted over at the other side of the phone. Clearly annoyed at you talking about the cafe for the nth number of times over the months.

 You had told Minhyuk about all your encounter with Hyunwoo in your dreams. Maybe not all, you did leave the sixth encounter out to save yourself some teasing that you would for sure get from him.

 "I dont know. I mean they're dreams. I shouldn't let it bothers me so much." turning and twisting your hair on your finger while you talked.

 You have been thinking of going to that cafe ever since the first dream but you couldn't find a reason to go. You make your own morning coffee so you won't willing to spend that extra money on coffee outside. Work also got the best of you, so you go only between your work place or home. Your life it's so exhausting, so during weekends you just wants to stay at home do your overdue laundry and spend the rest of the day sloth-ing.

 Today, Minhyuk finally convince you to get out of your den and you both were planning to meet for lunch.

 "How about you go there and get me a cup of coffee before we meet?" Minhyuk suggested. Clearly taking advantage of your dilemma but, it works. You were more convince to pop by the cafe for a reason.

"You're one smart ass." you can hear his sinister laugh, knowing that he succeeded in getting himself a free coffee.

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 "Hi, welcome!" The girl behind the cashier smile as you walk through the door. In reality, you have never noticed this cafe before, so let alone visit it, but it felt familiar. The interior and the seating were the same as what you could remember from your dreams. You look at the menu board for a while, even though you know you would probably get an ice coffee to satisfy your caffeine needs as you didn't have one in the morning. But you saw 'Honey grapefruit tea" on the drink’s special menu and without much thinking you ordered it along with Minhyuk's ice coffee. You set down at the same sofa seat that you and Hyunwoo had sat on in the dream, while waiting for your orders.

Your phone vibrates.

TheannoyingBFF: Hey babe! Please dont kill me!

TheannoyingBFF: Hyungwon car broke down and he needs me to find him

You: ...

TheannoyingBFF: I'll buy you dinner tomorrow

TheannoyingBFF: I PROMISE!

You: You better!

You: Be glad that I'm still at the cafe and not on my way

TheannoyingBFF: I'm sorry and I love you!

You: I would've killed you

You: along with hyungwon

TheannoyingBFF: Hope you will bump into him, so my sin can be off set *Praying emoji*

You: ...

You: Bye

 You grabbed your drinks when your order tag buzz and went back to the sofa seat. Having your plans cancelled and with no back up, you decided to stay in the cafe for a while. This cafe makes you smile. You were happy when you're there, so it naturally makes you feel good.

 You took a sip of the new drink and with an impressed look, you mumble to yourself “Waoh, it's indeed nice and refreshing."  Continue drinking, you stare at Minhyuk's ice coffee that is place in front of the empty seat, you thought to yourself how lonely this makes you look. Like you've been bumped or something and this makes you feel like cursing at Lee Minhyuk.

 'Ting Ting' the doorbell of the cafe rang. You didnt react to it as it has been sounding out quite a few times. While you continue to scroll through your feed, a familiar voice started talking.

 "Hi, is this seat taken?" Looking at you and gesturing at the empty seat in front of you.

 You looked up, couldn't believe by the person standing in front of you. You start looking around and find the cafe seat all packed, so you turned back to him "Erm.. No" while you kind of avoid looking at him as you try to calm your nerves and trying hard not to show that "love struck" expression.

 He smiled and thank you as he set down. You moved the cup of now showing two layered coffee away, so he can have his space.

After a minute or so, his order tag buzzed and he stood up to get his drink. Your eye followed him as he went over to the counter. When he got his drink, you notice the table at the far end were about to leave and you can feel a slight disappointment in you, thinking that he would move to that available seats. 

But to your surprise, you see him walking back towards you.

 "If you don't mind, I did love to seat here. Is that ok?" His requested makes you smile.

 "I don't mind. Please seat."

 Both of you were quiet for a while, looking at your individual phones when you decided to break the silence.

 "Do you stay around here?"

A sudden Goosebumps came to you as you asked the same question, at the same place, same spot.

 He looked at you and with a soft smile, not questioning or looking at you weirdly.

 "Yes, I just.."

before he finished his sentence, you were mumbling under your breathe, like you already know what he would probably say.

"..moved here recently and was exploring the neighbourhood."

 He now looked at you with wide eyes but somehow it doesn't look like he was spooked by you but rather a sense of realisation. Like you know his secret.

He grabbed your hand and rushed out of the cafe, bring you to the 'stairs of hell'. That very spot when he first met you.

 "Do you know this spot?" trying to search for an answer from you.

 "Yes" is all you say, as you're trying to process the situation here.

 He grins, showing his teeth and his eyes turned into a smiley eye that were so familiar with.

 "This is real right?" you couldn't help but asked.

Because at this moment, you were just confused and happy all at the same time. Hoping that this could be real and not wakes up to nothingness again.

 "It is." "Let's do this all over again." Not sure what he means by his words, you waited.

"Hi, I'm Hyunwoo. Nice to finally meet you." he stretched out his hand wanting for a handshake.

 You couldn't help but to smile and hug him instead. The guy that you have been thinking of, debating if he is real or just fantasy, is right in front of you.

 "Hi.. I'm y/n" you murmur as you can feel the tears that trapped in your eyes threatening to fall out.

 He hugs you back and you could hear him say "Thank you for finally going to that cafe."

You look up at him "Did you go to that cafe frequently, hoping that you could meet me?" You're certain your face is now showing that 'love stuck' expression as you ask that question.

 "Yes" is all he said as he held your arms and gave you a kiss on your forehead. 

That moment, knew you're the one that needs to buy Minhyuk a meal and you can't love him enough for giving you the reason to go to the cafe.

 "Shall we continue where we left off?" He whispered softly into your ears and turns to look at you with a goofy smile. 

You can feel your face burning as he reached down to kissed you on your lips.

 Having to experience ‘real dream’ yourself, you now truly believed your grandparents dreams and that some dreams really do come true.

[gdxnicky]

Snowed In

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Jimin x Female Reader

Word Count: 2k

Part of @seakay05’s One (1) Prompt Collab, under the category [your prompt thingy here!]

A/N:

Park Jimin is not the typical Korean man. He is a world famous idol that works incredibly hard to make his family and fans proud of him. Yet, not many know how hard he works to take care of the one he loves, his Jagi, you. The two of you have been dating for two incredibly amazing years. You met him after,  you had won tickets to a BTS concert with a meet and greet of the group, to your surprise. The two of you had begun talking through social media, the seeds of friendship had been planted and soon bloomed into a relationship of love. 

Recently the group had finished up a world tour and decided to take a bit of a much needed hiatus. You had flown him to Alaska to spend some time with him just in time for Valentine's day. You had decided to take him to a lavish log cabin chalet for a romantic getaway. However, unfortunately the weather was not in your favor. Only two days after Jimin and you had arrived, your plans were smashed to pieces when you were snowed in. You decided that now it was time to improvise. You brought your Valentine gift for him with you, but your extravagant plans of ballroom dancing and a lovely meal need some augmenting. 

The first few days of your vacation Jimin and you had been snow tubing, building snowmen, having snowball fights, and drinking a lot of hot chocolate. Although he did not say, you could see from the fatigue on his face and bags under his eyes that the world tour and the past few days were catching up to Jimin. He was absolutely exhausted, so you let him sleep while you decided what you were going to do for the man you love on the day of love. You start by getting showered and dressed before you spend the day making the most lavish meal and dessert you can muster. 

As you get out of the shower and get dressed there is a knock on the front door. You are slightly nervous as to who or why because not many people know where you are. You walk over to a window and look out to find a game warden. You walk over to the door apprehensively and open it.

"Hello sir, may I help you?" You inquire while looking him over.

"Hello ma'am, I am Officer Baker with the Alaskan Game Wardens. We have been going around to cabins to make sure everyone has what they need for supplies or if they need any help." He explains politely as he extends you his card.

"That is kind of you Officer. Um… I think we are all set. Thank you for your concern though." You reach out and take his card.

"Well if at any point you need anything please do not hesitate to reach out."

"Okay. Thank you." You reply with a gracious nod. He begins to walk off and you close the door. You walk back towards the kitchen, set down the card on the counter, and turn on your bluetooth speaker to your favorite mix of BTS songs before getting started. 

You get all your ingredients out and lined up with all your measuring cups and kitchen tools. You look over what you have and decide to make him a blueberry cheesecake for dessert with a graham cracker crust and kimchi stew. You start with the cheesecake so that it has time to bake and set up while you cook the rest of it. As you cook, you dance around the kitchen and enjoy the music. You are so into what you are doing that you completely lose track of time. Suddenly you look at the clock and realize it is 5 in the evening. You start to grow concerned about Jimin because he has been asleep for a long time.

You walk towards the bedroom when the door opens and see Jimin walking out. 

"Oppa, you are finally awake," You say excitedly with a smile beaming on your face.

"Jagi, what time is it?" He asks while rubbing the sleep from his eyes, which widened in shock once you tell him how late it had gotten. "Why did you let me sleep so long on Valentine's day? I thought you had things planned."

"I did have things planned but the snow outside kind of put a damper on them. So I improvised. Plus you were exhausted and needed to sleep. Don't worry though love. You can make it up to me on White Day," You explain, poking fun at him. 

"Well then, what are the plans?" 

"I made you your favorite meal and a dessert I figured you would like so we can have a nice meal by candlelight. Then I have a gift for you."

"So I probably should go shower and get dressed to spend time with you." He smiled so fondly at you, warming your heart.

"Yeah, you probably should. I will go set the table and put on my finishing touches." You lean in giving him a sweet little peck on the cheek before walking back towards the kitchen.

You do as you say and finishing getting everything ready for your meal which you feel proud of and know he will enjoy. You grab some unscented candles that you had brought and light them, you also grab your gift for Jimin that you had hidden away just to be safe. He walks out looking so handsome in his jeans and button up shirt. He looks at the table and sees the candles, gift, stew and cheesecake as his mouth drops in awe. 

"Jagi, you did all this?" He asks completely astonished by what you have done. You just nod in response. "This is lovely. Thank you." He comes over to you and gives you the tightest hug and a kiss on the cheek. You let out a giggle.

"Shall we eat then?" As you break the hug and walk toward the table. You stop at your phone and change the music to a playlist you made of songs that make you think of your time with him. He pulls out your chair for you and you take it after pouring him a glass of wine but omitting yourself. He does not think anything of it, knowing you aren't the biggest fan of wine. 

The two of you sit down and enjoy your meal as he tells you all kinds of stories from different things that happened during the tour. You just sit there soaking in the happiness he is exuding. As much as you missed him while he was gone you know that he loves being on stage and making Army happy, which makes you happy.

Eventually he slows down long enough for you to hand him his gift. You make him wait to open it as you turn the music off and start to record him. He opens the box gently as he looks to wonder what could be so good that you are recording him. He takes the top off and pulls out a square piece of paper that is black and white, slightly fuzzy, a sonogram. You can see the puzzled look on his face but can't help but grin. Next, a small yellow Chimmy plush followed by a baby onesie that says "Joonie, Jinnie, Yoonie, Hobi, Appa, TaeTae, & Kookie." He stares at it for a moment then looks back in the box to find a positive pregnancy test in the bottom with a note. "Hi Appa, will you please save these for me until I am born. I can't wait to meet you. Salanghae. Baby Park. Due in September." Tears start to form in his eyes as he looks up at you. 

"Jagi, are you serious?" He mutters as his voice quivers and cracks. 

"Yes. I am serious."

"I am going to be an Appa?" You nod. "I am going to be an Appa!" A smile stretches across his face as he gets up and comes over to you. He gets on his knees, kisses your belly, and begins talking to the baby. "Hi Aga, this is Appa. I love you. I hope you have been easy on Omma while I have been gone. I can't wait to meet you." He stops after kissing your belly again before looking up to you. "Wait, do my parents know?"

"I haven't told anyone."

He takes out his phone and video calls his parents. He is standing there doing a happy dance as the phone rings when finally someone answers.

"Hi Omma, where’s Appa and Hyungnim? I have some big news to tell you all!" He practically screams at her.

"Jiminie, is everything alright?" She asks, voice filled with frantic worry.

"Yes, everything is fine. I just have news that I can't wait to tell you all." Jimin explains as his dad walks into the room.

"Did you finally ask Y/N to marry you? She is a nice girl and would make a wonderful wife." He playfully picks at Jimin.

"No I haven't. I really need to though." He answers as his brother walks in the room. "Are all three of you there now?"

"Yes we are Jiminie. Now what is going on?" His mother questions.

"I am going to show you my gift for Valentine's day from Y/N and I want to see if you understand it." He than switches the camera mode to pan over his gifts. It takes less than a minute and his mom shrieks.

"Oh my… my… my…" She repeats in a cadence.

"I don't get it. What does those gifts and Boy With Luv have in common." His little brother asks. His father just grins and becomes just as excited as his mother. After a few moments of confusion and bliss, Jimin explains to his brother that you are pregnant.

"Now you really have to ask that girl to marry you." His father explains.

"Don't worry Appa. I got it all planned out. But I am going to call the guys now. Salanghae."

He hangs up the phone and sends a text to the BTS group chat. Hey guys, we need a group video call soon. I have big news that I need to tell you all. Within 2 minutes his phone is blowing up with texts from the guys all concerned about him and you and wondering how the vacation is going. Jimin dances around and kisses your belly some more, singing to the baby, completely ignoring his phone. Ten minutes pass and it starts to ring. All 6 of the other members are in a group video chat while in different places of the world enjoying some rest and relaxation. As soon as he answers everyone but Yoongi start talking at the same time. You sit back and laugh. 

After about a minute Jin loudly exclaims. "Yah, one at a time! Since I am the oldest, I will go first. Jimin, what is going on."

"Yeah" the others say in unison. Jimin doesn't say a word and shows them the onesie then the note. They all start talking in unison again and Yoongi hangs up. A few seconds later your phone starts to ring. It is Yoongi on video call. 

"Hey Suga," you answer. 

"Hey Y/N. Are you ok? Do you feel alright?" He asks very concerned.

"Yeah, I am fine. But you know it is kind of cute to see you being all soft." He starts to blush and act embarrassed. "It is OK Suga. Honestly I am great." You continue to tell him about everything you did for Jimin for Valentine's Day and Jimin's parents reaction. Meanwhile the other guys are still talking to Jimin about who is going to be able to babysit first, who gets to buy what items for the baby, and Jin trying to convince Jimin to name the baby Seokjin.

After a while, the two of you end your conversations and you turn to look at Jimin.

"So I have to ask, what was the best part of today?" You know the answer already you don't even have to ask but you wanted to hear him say it.

"The moment I found out that my beautiful Jagi is pregnant with my baby. That was my favorite." He says with the biggest smile as he leans in and kisses your forehead.

[unmanageable-day]

You're you. I'm me.

Bestfriend!Taeyong & Boyfriend!Johnny — fluff, a lil bit angsty

a/n : I hope 'you' are not bored being 'Seah' 😆

© SilentMind for TY; © Cardiac Arrest for Johnny

[12.17 AM]

Taeyong opened his door in very much of relieved feeling. He had been waiting for a company to help him baby-sitting his 5 year-old niece and 3 year-old nephew. His sister went for a short trip to a hot spring and left her toddlers in the hands of her brother with zero experience with babies.

"I'm terribly sorry for calling you. I don't mean to disturb your date but I really have no idea what to do and who to call." He, carrying the baby boy in his arms, welcomed his guests who were no other than you and Johnny.

"It's okay. We're on our way to visit you anyway," said Johnny as he gave pats on his friend's back.

"Hi, baby," you exclaimed cheerfully as you immediately took Taeyong's nephew into your embrace. "Where's Leah?"

"She fell asleep after milk, but I suppose she will be awake soon." Taeyong talked like a new father getting stressed out of taking care young children for the first time without a partner. "I'd better check," he mumbled to himself as he rushed going into his bedroom.

"Johnny, I think we left the grocery in the car? Can you help to get it, please?" You talked to your boyfriend.

"Sure."

Johnny had been unusually less talkative that day. That mixed feelings somewhat still lingered within his head. He loved you. He loved Taeyong. He knew Taeyong loved you. He knew Taeyong loved him too. Johnny always knew that your friendship with Taeyong had a very strong bond. Although Taeyong had "given up" on her and let him "have" her, sometimes Johnny doubted himself whether it was the right thing to do.

Johnny walked slowly back to Taeyong's house and inserted the password to enter. When he opened the door, he could hear chattering and giggles. Leah must be awake, he assumed. He silently made his way to the living room, where he found you and Taeyong sitting side by side on the couch with Noah on your lap and Leah on Taeyong's lap. You four were like a picture of a happy family, and somewhat Johnny was reluctant to show himself.

"Oh, Johnny, you're back." Taeyong noticed. "Thanks a lot, dude," he managed to speak despite the little girl strangled his neck being clingy.

"I'll help arrange these," Johnny responded. Basically he didn't know what to do. Both you and Taeyong were occupied as the children wouldn't let go of you. This made Johnny feel uneasy. From the pantry, he kept taking a look at you and Taeyong baby-sitting.

When Leah finally released her uncle, she gave him some playful kisses on the lips as Taeyong asked for it by pouting his lips. Then she shifted to you, now that Noah crawled his way to the uncle. Without any clear reason, Leah also planted cute little kisses on yours. This act was followed by the youngest baby.

You just giggled at their cute actions, while not realizing two things: one, Taeyong was secretly blushing; two, Johnny witnessed everything and he can't help but to feel jealous even for a little bit. But of course, he was going to keep it to himself.

🌱

[06.09 PM]

When the sky was about to set, things finally got under control in Taeyong's house. Food was ready for the babies, clothes were clean and ready to wear, and the most important, the mess in the living room was tidied up. Enough for Taeyong to let out a relieved sigh. A long deep relieved sigh.

"Once again, I'm sorry for ruining your date," he said, placing a hand to grip Johnny's. They were lying on the floor, exhausted after playing with the kids. You left to the bathroom to wash the stain on your clothes when you were feeding Noah, and at the same time Leah wanted to try feeding her brother too. Except it ended up the food was everywhere and mostly fell on your clothes.

"Nah, it's okay. We had fun too." Johnny stared at the ceiling, remaining silence for a while. "You're lucky to have someone who is just one call away. Someone that feels like home."

Taeyong got up. "What do you mean? If it's about Seah and you're not comfortable, I'll..."

"Hey, hey, chill. I don't mean it that way, Taeyong." Now he felt bad making Taeyong feel guilty. "Sometimes I envy you, and your relationship with Seah. Sometimes I wonder if she's really okay being with me, when she has you."

"Johnny..."

The sound of you clanking the bathroom door startled the boys. Johnny got up from laying down and Taeyong pretended to stretch his slender body. "Aren't you guys hungry?" you cheerfully asked, without realizing the mood between your boys.

"You're right." Taeyong faked a chuckle. "Why don't you take Seah to the Thai restaurant we usually visit?" he suggested Johnny. Johnny didn't answer, waiting for your response.

"And you?" you asked to Taeyong.

"I'm good. We cooked a lot, that is more than enough." Taeyong gave a reassuring smile. "You'd better hurry before the kids wake up again."

"Okay, then. Call me if you need anything." You gave a quick hug to the person you'd spent more than a decade with.

While you headed to the front door and got your shoes, Taeyong smoothly dragged Johnny to the pantry. "Hey, I want you to know that you are lucky as well to have her, alright?"

"I'm sorry for what I said earlier. I really didn't mean it in a bad way. I'm actually happy that Seah can always count on you." Johnny diverted his sight. "Sometimes I just feel... insecure of myself. Because... I'm not you."

"Of course you're not. You're you, I'm me. Believe me, Seah loves us both in her own way." Taeyong pat Johnny's shoulder. "Have a little confidence, Johnny. You deserve her. She deserves you."

"Johnny!" You popped up in the pantry, once again startling the boys. "What take you so long?" you whispered in annoyance as you raised your eyebrows.

"Nothing. Sorry."

Taeyong waved at both you and Johnny as you left.

🌱

[09.22 PM]

"Stay with me tonight?" Johnny shyly asked. His hand slowly reached yours, as your other hand was still feeding yourself parfait. "Ayoung noona is still in the States. She'll be home tomorrow."

You nodded twice as you smiled. "But I need to get changed."

"Why? You can borrow Ayoung's clothes."

"Are you out of your mind!?"

Johnny cackled. "Then you can wear mine."

Somehow you just lost arguing with him because, first, he wouldn't drive you home; second, he wouldn't let you go home by bus by looping his arm around your neck so you can't go anywhere. And before you knew it, you already arrived in Johnny's house.

He had been clinging onto you and wrapping his long arms around your neck from behind, from the parking lot until his room. "I hope you realize that you're a giant and we're no match and this is a violation of the law," you blabbered nonsense because your movement was limited thanks to the giant. You slapping his arms was a useless action because no matter what he was still bigger and stronger.

"That's a new way to say 'I love you', huh?" He chuckled as finally he let go of you.

You threw yourself to the couch in the living room. Johnny went back to you with one of his hoodie and he tossed it to you. "You're lucky because not everyone gets the chance to wear John Seo's outfit."

You made a 'pffft' sound at your boyfriend cringey comment. Once you'd changed, in the end you still had to borrow Ayoung's bottomwear. As much as Johnny likes to see you in his clothes without pants or trousers—of course because you were sunk in it, and the clothes had turned into a mini dress on you which was a rare sight for him, you were not used to exposing your bare legs. Yet what Johnny took from his sister's closet was shorts, with explanation that he never touched Ayoung's stuff so he wouldn't know where the pajamas are. You groaned at him and playfully hit his arms.

The night was still young yet Johnny was powerlessly laying down on the couch as if he became one with the couch.

"Hey," you called, joining him on the couch after washing your face. He gladly welcomed you in his embrace. "Up for a movie?"

He groaned as he pulled you closer and flipped your position so you were leaning in your side and facing him. Or more like, you facing his neck if he didn't bow to look at you. "How about just sleep? My body is aching. Never knew babysitting is a tiring job," he mumbled. His eyes were already shut, but his hands were still alive, gently carressing your arm.

"Okay," you muttered as you rest your head on his shoulder.

"Let's turn off the TV and move to my room, hm?"

"Why don't you go first? I still want to watch this."

Johnny's hand shifted to your head, now stroking your hair. He bowed his neck, and you stretched up to see each other's face. "Please?" There goes his puppy eyes.

Then it was your turn to softly stroke his cheek. "Okay, you win." You smiled at your giant baby. He smiled even wider before planting a kiss on your lips, and dragging their feet to the bedroom.

If only he wasn't that exhausted, he would definitely do more than a gentle kiss, especially now that they were in bed. Instead of sleeping like what he suggested earlier, he seemed to be drowning in his own thoughts while maintaining his intense gaze at you who already shut your eyes this time. His hand was going back and forth between your cheek, your hair, and your back.

"You said you're going to sleep," you muttered, noticing he was still wide awake from his movements.

"I am." He still had his eyes on you.

You scooted closer to your boyfriend, snuggling your face against his chest and your arm looping around his upper body. You gently pat and stroke his back. "I'm sorry for cancelling our plan today."

Johnny didn't answer.

"But.. thank you very much for your time and your effort helping Taeyong."

Johnny hummed as a response.

"What were you talking about, earlier with Taeyong?"

"Nothing."

"I'm not buying it." You giggled, a bit cynically.

"Sometimes I'm amazed by your friendship with Taeyong. You really have got each other's back."

"What does that suppose to mean?"

"I'm not sure how to say it. But, am I now in the right place, to be in between you and Taeyong? Looking at you both, I feel that it would be inappropriate if I, as your boyfriend, am jealous of Taeyong, my own best friend—and yours too. But, yeah, I am ...jealous. A bit."

Now you didn't give a response.

"I'm sorry. I sound very childish, don't I?"

Suddenly you pinched his squishy cheek. "Hey! Do you know how I almost drove Taeyong crazy by asking him 'can I trust Johnny Seo?' every single day? If it wasn't because of Taeyong convinced me with all his might, I wouldn't be here right now."

Johnny finally smiled and giggled.

"No worries, okay? Even if there is, please, we can talk about it nicely like this. Okay?" You made eye contact with him. You released your pinch and gently carressed his face, tracing his facial features from the forehead down to the chin.

He flashed a bright smile. "I really am the luckiest man."

[shawnpetermuffins]

She's gone. (Part 2 of Were You Going to Tell Me?)

A/n: here is part 2, it went in a slightly different direction than I originally intended, but I think I like it.

Summary: Shawn isn't coping well with y/n being gone. (Told in both POVs)

Word count: still a lot

Warning: angst with a fluff ending oops

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She left and I'm well beyond sad. I feel empty. If there's a way to feel something worse than that, then that's what I feel. It's like my heart has been ripped from my chest and it's infinitely harder to breathe through that aching pain.

I stayed in bed, crying like a baby, clutching her pillow like it was her. Morning came and my throat was raw from screaming into the sheets while hiccupped sobs wracked my body. I didn't bother to answer my phone that hasn't stopped ringing since seven. I couldn't even get out of bed to brush my teeth. Amy little thing that I did felt impossible. How could I go on living without her? She made everything in my life worth living. It was fun and organized with her in it, and I took her for granted. I made her move across the continent just to be with me and I couldn't even spare her a passing glance, a quick kiss before leaving for the studio.

I'm the worst boyfriend ever. How she put up with me for seven years is beyond me. I would have dropped my ass the first time I forgot our anniversary. And her birthday! God I forgot her birthday! But she didn't break up with me and I did it again. I'm the worst. The absolute worst.

“Shawn, are you in here?”

I now regret giving Andrew a spare key to my place. I stifled my sobs into her pillow, it smelled like her, this was torture. He barged into our room - fuck, I didn't even know if it was still our room.

“Shawn, what the hell? You were supposed to be in the studio two hours - wait, what's going on? Why aren't you dressed?"

“She's gone, Andrew. I lost her.” I choked on the words and buried my head further into her side of the bed.

“What are you talking about?”

“Y/n left.” The cried that escaped my throat were embarrassing and loud.

“Like she left? Why on earth would she leave?”

“Because I suck. I'm a horrible boyfriend. I was more focused on the album than I was spending time with her.” I sniffled, “I royally fucked up; I don't even know what to do. I can't go on without her.”

Andrew sighed, “Shawn, I know it feels like the end of the world right now, but-”

“I'm not going in, Andrew! I might have just lost my girlfriend of seven years, the love of my life, the reason for my existence! Fuck the studio! I don't have my girl here, so I can't make music!”

“You're being unreasonable.” He started typing on his phone. “Get up. Get dressed. You have to be there. People are waiting.”

“Well then tell them to stop waiting because I'm not going.”

“How long are you gonna do this?” He punched the bridge of his nose.

“Until she's back in my arms.”

☆

Ten minutes later, after Andrew had finally left and stopped yelling at me, my door opened again. I really need to stop giving my friends a key. “Shawny boy, are you here?”

I didn't answer. They'd find me eventually.

“What are doing here?” Brian came into the room and sat on the edge of the bed.

“She left.”

“Not for good. She couldn't.”

“She told me she wasn't happy anymore. That I wasn't making her happy.”

“You've been busy,” he sympathized, “she'll cool down.”

“She's in y/h/t, Brian. It's not like she's just roaming around the city and she'll come back when she gets bored.”

“Shawn, y/n loves you. The entire world knows that. Just like they know you love her. She'll come back.”

“And what if she doesn't?”

He didn't answer because he knew there was a chance she wouldn't.

“I've fucked everything up. I don't know what to do.”

“What's your heart telling you to do?”

I sighed and sat up, pulling my knees to my chest. “My heart is telling me that I should have proposed to her a long time ago.”

“What?”

I got out of bed and walked on foreign legs to our closet. I had hidden a velvet box in a pair of my shoes on the top shelf. Where I knew she couldn't reach. I tossed it at him and he fumbled to catch it. “I bought it for her right after she moved in. But I was scared that she'd think it was too much at one time if I asked her then. But then everything else started piling up and I couldn't find an opening, and then I guess I just forgot.”

“Does she know you were planning on proposing? Because if she did, I don't think she would have run away.”

“Well we've talked about it. But I guess within the past year, we haven't done much talking. It seems like we're always in a screaming match.”

“You need to do this,” he stood from the bed, closing the box in his hand before tossing it back to me. “Get on a plane and go find her.”

“She doesn't want to see me.”

“Shawn, I'm scared that if you don't go to her now she really isn't coming back. Because you're right, you've fucked up. A lot. I don't know how many times I've comforted her after you guys fight.”

“Wait, what?”

Brian sighed, “She's come to me a few times.”

“Why didn't I know that?”

“Because you haven't been paying attention. But you're paying attention now, so go. Get your girl back before it's too late.”

“I will, but we need to talk about the fact that you knew how she was feeling and you didn't tell me.”

“They weren't my feelings to share! She trusts me, and I can't break that trust. She's a hard person to get in good with and I don't want go be on her bad side. Because from what you look like right now, it's not looking too hot.”

I scoffed and started packing some clothes. I didn't know how long I would be gone, so I just threw some shit in a bag and booked my ticket. “She's my girlfriend, He is .  And you're my best friend, don't you think you have some sort of obligation to tell me when my girlfriend things we don't work?"

“Don't you think you have an obligation as her boyfriend to make sure she's happy? Look, I love you to death, man, but you've been pulling away from her for so long I'm surprised she's stayed as long as she has.”

“You're a dick.”

“No, Shawn.” he shook his head. “I'm just telling you the truth. And I'm not the only one who's noticed. The guys see it too. The band. Everyone except you.”

“And no one's told me a goddamn thing,” I crossed my arms over my chest.

“Because we knew you'd react this way. But let me tell you this: that girl has loved you despite all the hell you've put her through. She moved here away from all she's ever known for you, and you're rarely ever here. She put her dreams on hold so you could continue following yours. Do you think she likes what she does? No, but she does it because that's what keeps her close to you. You've taken her for granted and she doesn't deserve that.”

I sighed, “You're right,” I said defeated. “She doesn't, and I know that after everything I've done I don't deserve her. I know. But I love her more than anything.”

“Don't tell me that. Tell her.”

☆

My palms were sweaty as I stood in front of her childhood home. Her dad's truck was in the driveway, y/n's wasn't. I knocked on the door and waited. Her dad stood before me. “Can we talk?” I asked, my hands in my pockets.

He nodded and motioned for me to come inside. “Sit down,” he pointed to the couch nearest to the kitchen. He sat opposite of me.

I took in a deep breath and rubbed my palms on my jeans. “Has she said anything to you?”

He shook his head, “Not to me. Her sister, probably.”

I cleared my throat, “Well, I'm going to apologize anyway. Things haven't been going great for us for quite some time now and that's completely on me. I've taken her for granted and that was never my intention. I love her and I never meant to hurt her, you need to know that.”

“I do, Shawn.”

“I'm in love with her, sir. I have been for seven years, and I will be for the rest of my life. I hadn't known pure heartache until she left the other day. I couldn't even get out of bed, and none of this is your problem, but I just want you to know that I love her and I never want to see her hurt like this again. I want to spend the rest of my life making it up to her. So… May I have your blessing to ask her go marry me?”

He was silent for a while and then he chuckled. “I'll give you my blessing, Shawn. You've taken good care of her, whether you think you have or not. But ultimately the decision is hers.”

“Yes, sir.” I nodded. “Thank you,” I stood and shook his hand; he brought me into a hug.

“You take good care of her, okay?”

“Of course.”

The waiting was torture. I stood in the middle of her old bedroom with a bouquet of flowers in one hand and the ring in the other, behind my back. She stopped short when she saw me. “Glad you're back,” I said.

“Shawn. What are you - What are you doing here?”

“I came to apologize. And to completely beg you to come home with me.”

***

I thought I was imagining things when I saw that beautiful head of hair. But then he spoke in the voice of my dreams and I startled slightly. I rubbed my forehead, “I said I needed time.”

“I know, pumpkin, I know. But if you could just hear me out.” He set the flowers he was holding on my old desk. “No yelling, I promise.” He reached his hands out for me. “Do you trust me?”

I sighed. Of course I did. So I placed my hands in his and he led me outside. We stood in the middle of the circle drive. “Seven years ago,” he started, “I was standing right here when you came running up to me and you wrapped your entire body around me. You were wearing mg pink Lost in Japan hoodie, with yoga shorts, no makeup, and your hair in a messy bun. I swore to myself that day that I had never seen anyone or anything look as beautiful as you did in that moment.”

“Shawn,” I tried to pull my hands back, but he brought them to his chest, near his heart.

“I'm not done,” he sighed. “I’d been in love with you for months already, by that point, but that day did it for me. That's when I really knew that you were the girl I was gonna spend my life with. I've never not believed that.” He let go of my hands and reached into his back pocket, then he took my left hand again.

Oh no.

“Y/n, my beautiful cherry blossom, my pumpkin, my love. I am so tremendously sorry. I know I've fucked up immensely these last few years, and if I could go back in time, I would. I would love you harder. I would kiss you more. I would take you on more dates because I love you. I have since the day I met you and I will until the day I die.” He got down on one knee and the tears blurred my vision.

“Shawn, no. No, no, no. Get up, bubba.” my hand flew to my mouth, this isn't how I thought it would go down. After a big fight.

“I can't take back what I've done, but I can try to make it up to you every day for the rest of my life if you'll let me.” He took in a deep breath, “Y/f/n, will you let me spend the rest of my life loving you unconditionally? Will you marry me?” He popped open the velvet box and even through my clouded eyes, I could see how big the ring was. But that's not what this was about. This was about the man in front of me, who I've spent nearly a decade of my life with. He was here in my hometown, begging for forgiveness, asking me to marry him. And it killed me that even though he'd been the worst the last two years, I still wanted him.

“Y/n,” he said, his voice shaking. “Will you marry me?” He asked again.

I took in a deep breath. He needed an answer. I closed my eyes tight and let the last few years fall before I said, “Yes.”

“Yes?”

I nodded and laughed through the tears that were now resurfacing. “You said yes. Oh my god!” He picked me up and twirled me around again and again. Once back on the ground, he put the ring on my finger with his shaking hand. “I was scared you'd say no because I messed up too much.”

I pulled him down and rested my forehead against his. “You have the rest of your life to make it up to me.” I played with the tufts of hair on the back of his neck. “I love you.”

He smiled and then he kissed me. And this kiss, it was enough to keep me grounded forever. I knew in this second that I would never regret my choice to marry him.

***

That's it, guys! I hope you enjoyed it!

@ashwarren32 @youcanttakemyyouth

@darkwolfpeanutskeleton

[shall-we-imagine]

Loosen up. (Bodyguard!Klaus Goldstein x Reader)

Requested: 66. "I like you. You're different." + 73. "You couldn't handle me even if I came with instructions." From the promt list.

Genre: Fluff/idk if this also counts as suggestive? Only if you're very innocent I guess? And if you're on tumblr then you probably aren't so nvm 😂

A/N: sorry for being so inactive lately I've been busy with studying and such so I generally couldn't find it in me to write so yeah :/ (I have a trial tomorrow so like idk pray for me 😂) but here I am! ヽ(゜～゜o)ノ Also yes I'm aware this isn't how Vincent acts and he's not filthy rich but for now we're gonna let it slide okay? Cool. 😂

(Second Person Point of View)

"That's when I decided it was time to buy my fifth car; I mean who attends their first day of college with the same old cars, right?" The man laughs. You suspected that if he stopped boasting for longer than 2 seconds, he'd suffocate and die. You kind of hoped to witness that.

It'd been 2 hours already, yet you weren't allowed to leave the party until your dad says you could. You'd even tried to convince your bodyguard to let you leave without your father knowing anything of the incident, but Klaus was far too strict and responsible; he'd never do such a reckless thing.

Yeah, sure, it's good for your dad to have found such a trustworthy employee, but when you've been stuck talking to these blatantly boring and arrogant people that only viewed you as a good deal to obtain more wealth, well, let's just say: it makes you sort of wish Klaus cared less.

However, that was not the case. In fact, while all bodyguards waited outside, Klaus remained inside -only a few feet away from you at any given time. He also seemed to always be giving you a look that could only be describe as the look a mother gives when you have people over, and she's daring you to mess anything up.

Now, you weren't the stereotypical bratty child that refuses to take over their parents' company. You knew your responsibility and always hoped to make them proud; you just weren't a big fan of the world surrounding all the important people in business. Therefore, it made you yearn for messing around from time to time.

Today was one of those days. You so desperately hoped Klaus would get off your back for even just a few moments, so you could escape the exhausting setting. But he continued with the angry-mother-glare; it almost seemed like he'd gotten the expression tattooed on his face after the endless times he had to get you out of trouble.

There was definitely a bright side to that extra attention, though. You suspected Klaus had a thing for you. After all, he was known to be very good at his job; he could easily quit and get a job less demanding with an equal pay or even a bigger pay if he wanted, but he didn't. He decides to stay with a teenage girl that enjoys pushing his buttons. He was professional, so he wouldn't say anything or let it show, but you had this feeling in your guts that he at least felt intrigued by you.

And, surely, you were ready to use this to your advantage.

You glance towards the blond at the corner of the room, ensuring he was still staring (threateningly, but still staring nevertheless). His eyebrow arches slightly, sensing you were about to do something dumb. You could almost hear him think God, what is it this time?!

You focus your attention back on the man whose name you'd forgotten about 2 seconds after he introduced himself.

"So, I heard you're staying at the hotel here for the entire duration of the event." You smile sweetly.

"Yeah, I am." He takes a sip out of his drink.

You begin flirtatiously twirling a strand of your hair. "Well, how about you take me to have a look upstairs?"

Startled by the unexpected implications of your request, he chokes on his drink and starts coughing. You try your best not to appear disgusted, giving him a smile when he's done with his coughing session.

Sure enough, he agrees and links your arms together, leading you towards the exit of the section the party was held in.

"Miss (Y/N)," Klaus speaks through gritted teeth. He wore a smile and kept his voice quiet, but there was no denying he was ready to scold you. "Where do you think you're going?"

"Upstairs." You smile, playing dumb.

"What do you mean up-" after losing his calm for a second, Klaus cuts himself off to take a deep breath and let it out before proceeding. "Would you please excuse us, Mr. Knight?" Klaus bows lightly before dragging you to an empty corner.

"You think just because you're leaving with a guest, I'll allow you to go?" Klaus whispers in annoyance.

"What? Are you jealous?" You wiggle an eyebrow at him, knowing well enough that wasn't the reason (well, not the main one, at least).

Lips pulled into a pained smile, Klaus glares. "Are you asking for an insult? I think you're abusing that service I provide for you a hundred times per minute."

"Come on, Klausie; loosen up." You poke his chest with your index finger. You knew the redhead -or Mr. Knight- was probably still waiting for you, but you couldn't care less. You wanted to stretch out the process of bugging Klaus as long as possible, since it was the only way to spend time with him. It was also fun watching his nose scrunch and his eyebrows furrow in such anger. He would try to mask his frustration, but it was obvious he had a short temper when it came to you. To put it nicely, he was done with your shit.

"Don't, under any circumstances, call me Klausie." He threatens. "And I don't need to loosen up; you need to stop being so careless!"

"Sure." Rolling your eyes, you step away from him.

Before you could take two full steps, Klaus had already grabbed your arm. "Going somewhere?"

You pull your hand away. "The bathroom. Am I not allowed to answer the call of nature either?" You raise an eyebrow questioningly.

"Touché." He raises his hands in defeat, but once you begin walking away, he follows.

"Where are you going?"

"Just ensuring you don't get any funny ideas." He shrugs.

Huffing, you decide to ignore him. Thankfully, he was only planning to stand near the door; it didn't seem too strange imagining Klaus walking in for "safety measures": the guy was crazy when it came to his job.

"Man, another pretty dress gone to waste." You sigh, looking into the mirror. The sparkling violet fabric clung onto your body till your waist then flowed freely, reaching to merely graze the floor. It was one of the dresses you really liked; you loved the way it showed your shoulder blades and only a portion of your back; it was sexy yet classy. The glittery purple was certainly your colour too! Alas, your dad would scold you for rewearing a dress more than he would scold you if you were to kill a person (as long as you've hidden the evidence well, that is). Murder can be covered up, but 'horrible fashion choices' cannot be hidden, according to your father. Sometimes you went against that, but most of the time, you just complied, even though it's an absolute waste of money.

"You're taking too long, you know that?" Klaus calls from outside, impatience clear in his voice.

You bite back a response when you realize there's something much better you could do. Quietly checking the stalls, you ensure you're 100% alone inside.

"Could there be a valid reason you're not responding to me?!"

Ignoring his question, you just scream in response. "Klaus! Klaus, help me!" You screech frantically.

The door bursts open, and Klaus steps inside aggressively. Before he could realize what's happening, you push him back against the door, slamming it behind him.

Smug about catching him off guard, you smirk at the taller male, whose body was closely pressed against yours. "Were you worried?" You tease.

"About losing my job? Yeah." He scoffs, turning his head away from you but not bothering to push you away.

"Why is it always about the job?" You tilt your head to meet his eyes again.

"Because I'm at work?" He states with a raised eyebrow, as if it sounded stupid for you to even ask that.

You run your hands gently over his chest; even through layers of clothing, you could still feel the firm muscles concealed by the black suit. "Well, maybe it's time for a break." You grin innocently.

"You do know you can't fool me, right?" He takes one of your hands away from him but doesn't let go of it.

Rolling your eyes, you move away from him. "I'm not fooling you; I want us to have fun! Neither one of us is enjoying this anyway." You cross your arms.

An unexpected response sparks excitement within you. "Well, what do you suggest we do?" You knew he was only being sarcastic, but it gave you a pathway for more methods to push his buttons and witness his reactions.

Closing the distance between both of you once more, you stand on the tip of your toes as you wrap your arms around the back of his neck. "Oh, I have a lot of suggestions." You whisper in his ear, feeling him flinch lightly at your suggestive remark. You could tell he was trying to hide it and pretend he wasn't phased, but you'd already noticed it, and he knew it.

"You're gonna get me fired." Cheeks slightly red, he turns his head away and gently parts your bodies from each other. "God, why is it so hard to handle you? It's like dealing with a troublemaking child."

"You couldn't handle me even if I came with instructions." You stick your tongue out at him. "Plus, father won't know anything if neither one of us told him." You point out what seemed to have escaped Klaus's perception of the situation.

"You want me to lie to your father." He laughs in disbelief.

"Mmhm, not quite. More like not telling him the full truth."

"That's exactly what lying is."

"No, it's not."

"Yes, it is."

"No."

"Yes."

"Okay, stop! Fine, lie! I don't know!" You fling your arms in the air out of frustration. A novel sound catches your attention, immediately flushing away the frustration. Klaus was laughing. Not sarcastically. No, a genuine laugh was echoing across the bathroom.

"I suppose it wouldn't be the worst thing if we talk a walk for some fresh air and come back." He smiles. "Just this time though!"

An uncontrollable grin spreads across your face, and you immediately throw your arms around Klaus. "Thank you!"

"You gotta stop..doing..this.." He awkwardly pats your back, careful not to touch your bare skin.

"No promises!" You shrug, before grabbing his hand and rushing outside, making your way to the exit.

"Miss (Y/N)?" You freeze in your spot. "Where are you going?"

"Oh, um.." you stutter, not expecting to have to explain yourself to your companion from earlier.

"We got an emergency call; we'll be right back." Klaus, in his usual composed state, 'explains' to Mr. Knight.

"Ah, I see." Red head may be an idiot, but he wasn't stupid. He could tell something wasn't right, but he either chose to let it slide or he just didn't care. Regardless, you were thankful. "I'll be waiting for your return then." With a smile and a bow, he left and disappeared into the crowd.

"You'll catch a cold." Klaus states, watching you twirl and run around in the chilly October weather.

You weren't cold, or maybe you didn't dislike being cold. It wasn't the type of cold to make you unable to take a few proper steps and force you to do an awkward penguin walk; rather, it was the type of cold to merely caress your skin, decorating it with goosebumps. "Don't worry; I'm alright."

"Just take my jacket. Your back and shoulders are exposed; you must be cold." He spoke with such certainty that it almost made you rethink for a few moments about whether you actually felt cold or not.

"Are you worried or are you just intimidated by how sexy I look?" You strike a pose far from seducing.

Klaus, who had his jacket held out for you, resumed walking as he put his jacket back on. "You know, on second thought, it might be a good thing if you catch a cold and stay at home for a week or so." He passes by you, leaving you and your sexy pose alone.

"Hey! That was mean!" You catch up to him.

"Nothing new, then." He shrugs, a slight smirk forcing itself onto his pink lips.

You speed up a little then turn around to face him once you're slightly ahead of him; you remain walking, but backwards this time, allowing yourself to look at him during the conversation. "How could you be mean to such a beautiful lady?" You pout.

"What beautiful lady?" He looks around, pretending to search for something.

You let out a dramatic gasp. "How could y-" Your sentence was inconveniently cut off by your stumble; or perhaps, it was a slightly convenient situation when you think about it from a different perspective: Klaus, as sharp as usual, was able to grasp your arm, preventing you from falling.

"Uh, thanks." You breathe out, nodding slightly. Once you begin to straighten yourself up, Klaus lets go of your arm, only to watch you fall to the ground immediately after. "I think my heel broke.." you frown, staring at your left shoe, now with its heel lying a few inches away.

"You think?" Klaus earns a glare, urging him to put aside the sarcasm and help you up.

"Those were such a cute pair.." you sigh, placing your arm around Klaus's shoulder for support. Your arms were already hurting due to the height difference; it was like hanging from a cliff but not quite.

Klaus places an arm around your waist. "Well, I can buy you another one. You need another pair to get back to the party anyway."

"What if I don't?"

"Don't what? Get back to the party? That's not what we agreed on! Your father-"

You cut off his rant, "We'll get back there, and I'll call dad and inform him that my heel broke; he'd immediately allow me to leave. It's already late anyway."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

######

"Yes, Klaus, I'm sure he'd let me go home if I tell him my heel broke! Of course, Klaus, there's no way he would have some other plans for me!" Your bodyguard mimicks your voice and tone (terribly), as you sit in the back of the car your dad sent with a brand new pair of shoes.

"How would I have known he would do this?!" You complain, tightening the straps of the new shoes around your ankle.

"Well, hurry up, knight dude is probably waiting for you." Arms crossed, he taps his foot impatiently. You merely groan in response.

"I can't believe he didn't even tell me he booked a room for me at the hotel! And that I have to attend the same event tomorrow too! I didn't even bring any change!"

"Um, Miss (Y/N), your father asked me to hand you this too.." the driver quietly places a small suitcase on the back seat next to you.

"There you go; he packed stuff for you." You weren't sure if Klaus was trying to tease you or comfort you, but either way, you just let out a sigh.

After a long, mentally and physically exhausting night, you were finally allowed to leave. And boy, were you delighted to recieve the news.

"This one." You pause in front of the room that had the same number on the keycard. Klaus had already placed your bag inside earlier, but it was your first time viewing the room. "At least the room is pretty." You shrug.

"Didn't think you'd admit it." Klaus chuckles. "Well, I have to go; so, good night, Miss (Y/N); I'll be back here tomorrow." He bows.

"Wait!" You stop him before he steps outside the room.

As I have reached the 100 block limit, I'll complete this in Part 2...which I'll literally post now and it'll be shorter than this cuz it's just the ending 😂

[gdxnicky]

Whalien: Part 1

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Female Reader

Genre: Fluff, Romance

Word Count: 1710

Summary: Namjoon comes to visit you and you decide to tell him the biggest secret you have been hiding.

You and Namjoon have been friends for a few years now. He has been absolutely busy lately with his music but finally has some time off. You are doing a semester abroad to a university in Maine. You invited Namjoon to come visit you because you are convinced he would love the miles of Atlantic Ocean coastline. He agrees to visit and now you realize that this is your chance. Here is your opportunity to confess what you have been holding back for years. You are madly, truly, deeply in love with him. He has been the epitome of a great friend. He has always been there for you and is your biggest fan.

You drive down to the airport and pick him up.

"Y/n!" He excitedly exclaims as he rushes over to you. He wraps his arms around you. You melt into his chest and all you can smell is his cologne and all you can hear is his heart beating.

"Hey Joonie! I missed you so much."

"I missed you too. My life is boring without my best friend around." You chuckle at his remark because you know better. His life is far from boring. He is the biggest workaholic you know...well next to Yoongi that is.

You lead him to your car and drive home. It is late at night and you can tell he is exhausted. Once home you show him to the guest room he will be staying in.

"I hope this is ok for you..."

"Of course it is y/n. I am going to unpack my things and then how about we hang out watching some tv?" He propositions as he turns away from you.

"Sounds like a plan Batman" you respond and giggle slightly. He turns around and looks at you weirdly. "What?"

"For a minute I thought Jin had followed me where with that semi dad joke." He grins and laughs. His dimples emerge from his cheeks. Oh his dimples they are what initially attracted you to him.

"Whatever." You scoff playfully. "I will be in the living room."

You sit and wait for what seems like forever. You go to check on him just to find him passed out on the bed, fully dressed. You grab a spare blanket to lay over him, shut the light off and whisper "Good night Namjoon. I love you."

The next day is the day. You have planned this down to the smallest detail. You wake up early to make a nice big breakfast for him. Egg, sausage, bacon, pancakes, fresh fruit and berries. He walks out of the spare room woken up by the aroma from the feast you have made. He walks up behind you and wraps his arms around your belly giving you a gentle hug. Your eyes widen and your cheeks start to blush.

"Y/n, what are you cooking? It smells delicious." He asks while resting his head on top of yours.

"I am making breakfast for the two of us. I have fun stuff planned for us today and we are going to need the energy. Go sit at the table and I'll bring it over."

He goes to sit down. You set the table for the two of you before bringing over all the plates and bowls of food. You wait until he takes the first few bites before starting yourself. Sitting in silence as you eat for a few minutes. Namjoon must have been starving because he is eating so fast you wonder if he is stopping to take a breath. You just watch him and giggle slightly to yourself. Eventually he starts to slow down.

"So y/n what are we doing today? You said you have plans for us." He questions as he reaches for a glass of juice.

"Well Joonie, that is a surprise." You reply, hiding your face from him.

"But I don't like surprises. Come on just tell me." He begs.

"Nope. Don't forget I am older than you so I am the boss." You boost back.

"That isn't even fair. You are only a few months older but if you want to pull that card..." He argues back then sits back and pouts. You look up at him and giggle.

You stand up to take care of your plate.

"Are you done eating Joonie?" You questioned.

"Yeah I am. Leave this I will clean up since you cooked."

"We can do it together. Plus you probably want to shower and stuff since you did all that traveling and then passed out when you got here. Leaving me all by myself." You respond and pick at him for falling asleep so hard last night.

"I am sorry. I didnt mean to but that is fair." He responds before helping cleaning up and jumping into the shower.

While he is in there you place a couple phone calls to make sure that everything is ready and prepared for the two of you. He comes out of the bathroom wearing a dark wash jean that weren't technically skinny jeans, but his manly thighs sure made them look super tight, and wearing a tshirt you had bought him for Christmas last year and sent to him.

"Okay my turn to shower." You say to him.

You go shower than walk out in the tightest pair of light wash skinny jeans you own and a form fitting shirt that hugged your womanly curves beautifully. You did light make up and your hair just like Namjoon likes. You walk out and he looks up at you in awe. He has the deer in headlights look as he sees his best friend presenting herself basically as his dream woman. Eventually he shakes his head to bring himself back to reality.

"Are you ready y/n?" He questions.

"Yeah, I just need to throw on my shoes." You respond grabbing out a pair of high top converse that compliment your outfit.

"Okay. I just need to grab my wallet from my room." He replies. Little does he know though, everything for today has been paid for in advance.

The two of you leave the house and drive toward the Maine coast. Eventually you end up at a pier that has an advertisement for a 4-hour whale watch tour. You walk up to the booth and tell them your name. The woman in the booth says "Oh yes. I have it right here. A private whale watch tour for two." She signals for a man on the side of the building and he ushers the two of you to the boat. The boat is not small but it isn't huge either. Normally, capacity is about 50 but today it is just Namjoon, you, the captain, and one boat hand.

The two of you walk to the front of the boat to take in the sights as you ride. Namjoon is taking pictures of everything he sees. Lighthouses, seals, seagulls, cormorants, mola mola fish, lavish summer homes, and eventually dolphins that are jumping along the side of the boat as if they were guiding you. After about an hour and half into the tour you arrive to the grounds where the whales typically are. The Captain silents himself from his normal tour speech as he searches for whales. You turn to Namjoon.

"Joonie remember that whalien story from when we were kids?" You ask.

"Yeah. I have a song about it. There was a lonely whale that did not have friends or family because no one could hear his song." He answers not looking at you and still searching the water for the smallest sign of a whale.

"Exactly. I remember you always saying that you felt like whalien a lot. You felt like you didnt have people in your life because they don't hear your song." You responded with the nerves finally building in your body. Your heart races, palms get clamy, and start to question if this is even a good idea.

"That is true. No one really understands me. Well except you and that is why you are my best friend." He says looking back at you for a short second before focusing back on the ocean.

"Kim Namjoon." You say hesitantly. He turns back and looks at you. He knows you have something important to say because you never use his full name. He looks into your eyes. "That is what I am trying to say to you. I hear your song. I have always been able to hear your song. To be honest, it is the only song I can hear." You fight back your nerves and anxiousness. You stare at him for a moment waiting for it to sink in. You are about to say those three words that you have rehearsed over and over, but get interrupted by the captain announcing to look at the 2 o'clock position off the front of the boat. Just at that moment a beautiful humpback whale jumps from the ocean and breaches for you. Then a second one follows it. Namjoon and you just stand there and watch this breathtaking dance they are performing for you.

After a while of watching a bunch of whales parading for you the captain turns the boat back around and heads back to the pier.

"Y/N, I have to ask you something. Was there more to what you wanted to say to me before we spotted the whales?" He asks while staring into your eyes very intensely. You feel all those nerves flood back to you.

"Kim Namjoon. I just wanted to take this day and opportunity to show you that you aren't a lonely whalien because I am a whalien with you." You respond, bitting your lip and letting out a sigh. "I love you Joonie."

"I love you too y/n. You are my best friend." He replies with a smile on his face.

"Joonie. I mean I love you as more than a friend. I see you as a man. This whole thing is me confessing to you." You stand there in shock that you could even bring yourself to say that to him. You look at him waiting for his response....

To be continued.

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