#instantly lightens the mood and also feels funny

[bam-monsterhospital]

if you’re playing ana and you keep getting sniped by pharah the entire match, with no help from your team despite pointing her out, i find it helps if you go into chat and try to play the mom guilt card ;u;

[boyfiejay]

Polaroid Love

OR What kind of polaroids would Enhypen keep in their wallet / phonecase

PAIRING : OT7 x female Reader

GENRE : fluff, lovesick enha boys

Warning : none really, lmk if i missed smt

Author's Note : Happy Valentines to people who have a valentine and people who don't, wrote this in 30 mins because i forgot it was valentines 🤩 single people things ig

Heeseung

Keeps a strip of photo booth pics in his wallet

●It was like you guy's nth date and you randomly spotted a photo booth

●And obviously you had to take pictures for you both

●Heeseung had happily obliged (he was just letting you drag him around the whole time)

●The space in the booth is so small so consequently you sat on his lap with his arms around you

●Man was over the moon, not only does he get to keep cliché couple photos, he also has you on his lap

●You both take photos with various different poses

●For the last one, Heeseung softly grabs you chin and turn you head. His lips already on yours before you could realise, he pulls away after a couple seconds.

●Resultantly you got the softest photo of you two ever. His mood instantly lightens up whenever he sees it.

Jay

A polaroid of you holding his guitar

●Man loves his guitar so much it makes you question if he even likes you

●But surprisingly he never ever said no to you anytime you wanted to hold his baby (he would never say no to you)

●And whenever you practiced on his guitar, he just felt so giddy inside

●The way you were so gentle and careful with it was too much of a happy sight for him

●So he makes the logical choice to capture this moment

●The polaroid remains in his phonecase and he never feels embarrassed or shy to show you off

●Infact he talks too much about you, so much that his friends beg him to shut up

●But anyways he loves that polaroid with his life.

Jake

A picture of you with Layla

●He has his priorities straight, only cares for his two girls (forgets his mom AGAIN)

●But he sulks so much when he realises that layla loves you far more

●But then again you two look too cute together so he can't even get mad about it

●So you were just playing around with layla, and then suddenly you hear the shutter of the camera

●The picture is kind of blurry, but ita the best he could get with how enegetic Layla is.

●Shows the picture to anyone and everyone, like dude no one talked about your dog or your girlfriend, why are you pulling their photos out

●But he's just so energetic and happy no one even says anything to him, Sunghoon probably has that photo revised so much he could draw it blindfolded...

●Makes the photo into a polaroid and keeps it in his wallet, so now its easier to take it out.

Sunghoon

You both laying down in the ice rink

●Ice skating dates with him are honestly not boring despite you being their for the 10th time

●He finds something to entertain you with every single time and its just amusing

●It had been around an hour of sunghoon chasing you around and you were very tired

●So instead of going to the sitting areas, you decided to lay down in the middle of the rink, just trying to stabilise your breathing

●Sunghoon, also somewhat tired layed down beside you, it was quiet for a while until sunghoon took out his phone

●He took a couple picture of you with your eyes closed, which would later be used for blackmail, because you looked dead in those pictures

●When you finally opened your eyes to see what he was upto, you saw him make a funny face through the screen and laughed

●Gotta admit he has some very good timing because the picture turned out of be very cute and later became a polaroid.

Sunoo

Heart on the cheeks trend but a polaroid

●You two were just scrolling on tiktok and finding random beef that keeps happening there

●And you come across a tiktok where friends / couples draw hearts on their cheeks with lipstick

●Excitedly you showed the tiktok to sunoo who immediately ran to your bedroom to get your favourite shade of red lipstick

●Although you were the one who found that trend, sunoo seemed too excited to try it out

●You both drew the hearts and clicked some pictures, even taking ones with your polaroid camera

●And after everything was done and you were washing your faces, sunoo randomly told you that he had been waiting for you to see that trend

●Because he knows you would be happy that you found the tiktok before him :((

●And although telling that to you defeats the whole purpose, you still were very touched by this

●That polaroid is never leaving his wallet istg

Jungwon

You with flowers in your hair

●You both were just walking around with maeumi, you walked so much your feet were starting to ache

●So you both sat down on a park bench with maeumi playing around you two

●It was very peaceful until jungwon plucked flowers from the small bush near you two

●He just randomly started putting different flowers in your hair and you were far too tired to ask him why

●After he was satisfied with his masterpiece, he quickly pulled out his phome and started taking pictures of you from different angles

●One of the hundreds of photos he took was absolute perfection, you smiling at the camera as the sun hits your face just right

●As much of a simp he is, no one can deny that he really did took a phenomenal photo

●It was his lockscreen wallpaper for half a year, then turned into a polaroid that will stay in his wallet for eternity

Ni-ki

A candid of you in his clothes

●I'm obsessed to the agenda that riki loves seeing you in his clothes

●And it was just another on of those times, you two had came running through the heavy rain so you wore his clothes till yours dry off

●Now this guy was red in the face when you just walked in the room

●No matter how many times he's seen you like this, it still makes him flustered

●You were busy with something and he just snaps a couple pictures of you, adding them to his collection of your photos

●Now you had no clue of those pictures for a good couple weeks, until he came to you giggling and all

●Why? Because he turned those photos to polaroids and although you were going to tease him about it, he was just so happy :((

●He's such a cutie patootie around you...

[avelera]

I’ve read at this point a non-zero number of OFMD reunion fics that are absolutely dripping with angst and drama and recrimination and Ed being half out of his mind with grief and rage over Stede abandoning him and Ed even committing some atrocities in the process of grieving and it’s so funny to me because the tone is so so heavy and then Stede shows up…

… and the tone just shifts. And it feels like it’s not even on purpose on the writer’s part! But Stede shows up and just instantly the mood lightens. The comedy returns often in spite of the tone of the fic. Ed might rage a bit or they’ll have an argument but it’s like the bottom just falls out of the angst because even the most angst-committed writer can’t sustain Ed being a miserable wreck in the face of Stede’s unrelenting Stede-ness.

The guy is an absolute menace to any tragic arc. He just shows up, being ridiculous and fancy and an absolute bulldozer of unconditional love for Ed and it’s like you can feel the writer lose control of the story at the same time Ed does.

Like, how do you stay mad at this guy?? Sure you can add plot twists or action beats or just have Ed be really stubborn or maybe knock Stede unconscious for a bit, but the minute Stede starts talking uninterrupted for 5 minutes you know it’s all over for Ed being able to maintain any kind of outrage. Stede is just too bizarre and crazy and full of love for the most terrifying pirate on the sea and absolutely nothing will dissuade him and it’s like, how do you even deal with that if you’re Ed and still feel something for him and think he abandoned you because he doesn’t care about you when it’s clear he really really does??

Stede as a character just morphs the narrative around him in the most fascinating way, even in fic that’s not trying to be faithful to the tone of the show. It’s absolutely bizarre to watch happen and I keep seeing it happen again and again but it’s also kind of delightful?

I’ve said before that I struggled to keep Stede and Ed mad at each other in any fic of their reunion that I write and then I see writers across the fandom also struggle with the same thing even when the momentum of the story is heading towards drawn out angst or darkness or misunderstanding and you see it all just crumble under the weight of Stede being Stede when he’s around Ed, over and over, and this phenomenon is at once vindicating and absolutely delightful to watch.

[pandoraslxna]

Out of the people you know on here, what do you think they're aesthetics are??

Oops I kinda ended up writing little love letters / headcanons about my moots… 🤭

@theycallmesia is such a wholesome person, super friendly and always respectful, very down to earth, she seems like that type of friend you’d want to have around when you’re feeling down, probably super organized and idk why but I think when you step into her home it smells like vanilla 💛

@jakexneytiri you can’t dislike her, she’s such a sweetheart, was definitely one of the cool kids at school that’s friends with everyone, she seems like a family person and gives me older sister vibes or maybe the mum of the friends group, I just know all of her friends parents LOVE HER, probably very honest and good at giving advice 💙

@andraga12 i just know everyone was begging to copy her homework at school, she was probably one of those super pretty, intelligent girls that I’ve always looked up to (like how are you beautiful AND smart it’s not fair absbejwj). She treats everyone with respect and kindness, people can count on her and she’s always there if someone needs her, she probably doesn’t even realize how funny she is and how good it feels to be around her 🩷

@clockmax is the funny friend of the group, you NEED to have her around or it’s gonna be super boring, I just know that she’s invited to everything, was 100% one of the cool kids at school too, when you need her she can be super down to earth and serious but will still try to lighten up the mood, probably very cuddly but only with her close friends. I just know that if you send her a message at 3am saying you need someone to talk to she will wake up and come over IMMEDIATELY -no questions asked. Definitely a comfort person to all of her friends ❤️

@sweethoneycn I imagine she smells like roses and freshly cut grass or cinnamon and honey. She’s just a wholesome sweetheart that is very kinky by heart haha, a great listener, like she’s genuinely interested in what you have to say (you know these kind of people that are always like "I’m listening" while the rest of the group completely overheard what you just said? That’s her), so she’s very appreciated by all of her friends, I feel like she would make you completely forget the time when talking to her 🧡

@draiochtwrites is a cute cat mum, definitely calls them her children and I’d bet good money that she has them as her phone background too. She probably loves all animals, loves to receive those cute pet tiktoks or sends them to her friends. Being a cat mum already prepared her for the role of the mum of her friend group too, she makes sure everyone stays hydrated and nobody gets lost when going out, she’s also a little night owl and makes everyone wonder if she even sleeps at all lol but that also means she’s always up when you need her. I feel like she loves talking to her friends a lot, she’s definitely the lalalal to everyone’s okokokok, she will always find a solution for problems and talking to her will immediately make you feel so much better. 💓

@eclipseatsea 100% smells like the ocean, she reminds me of pretty waves and golden hours, probably wears shell jewelry too. She seems like such a sweet soul, very soft in all meanings, her voice will instantly calm you and she has a great sense of humor that never fails to make everyone around her laugh. I just know being around her will instantly put a smile on your face. She’s the type of person you‘ll describe as "good for your mental health" 🩵

@theblueflower05 she reminds me of a field of daisies, dandelions or sunflowers. She’s not afraid to say what she thinks and you can always count on her opinion. She’s very loyal and generally makes you feel comfortable when being around her. I just know that she makes people that usually feel very shy come out of their shell pretty quickly and it’s so refreshing to spend time with her because you feel so appreciated and understood, she will speak up for all of her friends without hesitation and is definitely a safe space for them. 🤍

@thewayofhim reminds me of summer rain, that kind of rain you‘ll watch in awe from inside the house after spending the whole day out in the sun with your friends, when everything smells so nice and you just feel so happy. She probably doesn’t even realize how much she means to the people around her and she’s the first person people ask about when she’s not there. I just know you‘ll have the most soul cleansing talk of your life with her while sitting in a car in a random parking lot at night. She’s the type of person that reminds her friends to eat and drink and take care of themselves but probably forgets to do it herself (this is a reminder to stay hydrated, cutie). She’s always ready to help others, gives the best advice when you struggle with something and people value her opinion a lot. 💖

@teyums makes me think of cozy fall weather, snuggling under a blanket inside, watching a movie or going on a walk with those leaves crunching under your shoes. She definitely makes you laugh with the simplest things, gives all of her friends a warm and cozy feeling when spending time or talking to her. I just know she offers everyone snacks at all time and loves simple date ideas like sitting in a cafe or watching a movie together. She just gives me big sister vibes, always encouraging others and bringing out the best in people. She’s very understanding and you‘ll always have a sense of security when being with her. 🤎

@aostahni she reminds me of late night walks at the beach, talking to her is like a mini vacation and you can completely relax when you’re with her. She’s one of those people you can spend hours with, without even talking, just being in each other presence and feeling absolutely comfortable. She probably loves to express her love with little things, like buying food or picking flowers, holding hands. She definitely gives the best hugs too. 💙

@truetogaia reminds me of a coral reef, with pretty, colorful fish swimming by and clear water, a perfect white beach and warm sun from above. I‘m pretty sure she was the it-girl of her school, yet she’s still so incredibly down to earth, kind and very respectful. Talking to her always feels so natural, she just knows what to say to make you feel comfortable and she is the type of person that will never fail to make you laugh, you’ll always be in a good mood when you’re around her. Spending time with her probably always results in laughing so hard until you can’t breath and your stomach hurts because her hype of humor is insanely funny. Sending each other funny tiktoks or thirsting over fictional characters together is definitely part of her love language and I just know she’s the safe space for her friends. 🩵

@coffeeandbookskeepmealive is the type of person you‘ll think about when smelling a new book. I can totally see her spending a lot of time in Cafés or at libraries. She’s not afraid to demonstrate her love and let her friends know how much she appreciates them which always gives the people around her a good feeling and makes them feel welcomed. She’s probably a great listener too and doesn’t need many words to help you ease your sorrows. 🤎

@viviartsy she is obviously a very creative person, probably doodling a lot so whenever you find little scribbles somewhere you know that she was there. I can totally see her drawing on her friends hands when she’s lost in a conversation with them or leave little notes and drawings as part of her love language. Deep talking to her feels very therapeutic and you‘ll always leave the conversation feeling refreshed and in a good mood. She probably doesn’t even realize how much she’s loved by the people around her. She reminds me of the forest, a place that calms you without much effort, that’s filled with many fascinating and pretty things, nice smells and wonderful views. 💚

@cinetrix is the kind of person that seems very passionate about everything she does. She seems organized and has a goal in mind, a quality that her friends admire a lot. She’s such a pure soul, the type of friend that loves others completely unconditionally, that shows everyone the same amount of respect and treats all of the people around her with so much kindness. She always finds the right words to say and being friends with her feels so easy and natural, you don’t have to overthink anything when being with her. She reminds me of mint, because it symbolizes virtue, protection, personal strength and hospitality all wrapped up in one. 💚

@tiredmamaissy there’s no doubt she’s the mum of the group. She has all of her friends wrapped in a cozy blanked and secured in her big heart. She’s not afraid to speak up for herself and for others, she makes you feel safe and loved and you just want to express your love for her whenever you can, because she doesn’t hesitate to the same. When I think of her, I think of the beach and the warmth of the sun, because talking to her feels like being there. She just has a way with words that instantly make you feel understood and like someone is actually listening to you. I just know she gives the best hugs too and physical touch is probably one of her love languages. 💜

@vinciwolf has a great sense of humor, she will manage to make you laugh even when you feel absolutely down. It just feels good to spend time with her and her friends probably come to her first when they need advice with something. She’s very supportive and encourages others as best as she can, without ever asking for anything in return, which is a rare quality that her friends value a lot about her. She’s the kind of person that makes others feel good about themselves, which is why she reminds me of the sun, giving everyone around her warmth and comfort. ❤️

@tsireqas reminds me of those pretty white clouds in the sky. She seems like such a soft person, kind and caring for others. She makes sure no one feels left behind and knows exactly what do say and do to cheer her friends up. 💙

@loaksbitch is the definition of a safe place. She’s non-judgmental, she brings others joy and laughter and talking to her feels so refreshing. She’s not afraid to reach out to others first and make her friends feel appreciated and wanted. When talking to her, words flow so easily and you don’t have to overthink everything you say. Being friends with her just feels natural and easy. 💘

@cyberfreaky she just screams confidence to me. She’s the type of woman that girls look up to and she will most definitely turn you into a blushing mess with just a smile. I just know she’s extremely loyal to her friends and she will always have your back and be there if you need her. She keeps all of her friends very close, definitely the big sister of her friends group because taking care of others is like a part time job for her. If you’re with her, you‘ll always feel safe and understood. She gives me those cool futuristic, cyberpunk / matrix vibes which I absolutely love 🖤

@whereireid reminds me of coffee in the morning, because it offers us energy and serves as a reminder to maintain balance in our hectic lives. She’s friendly with everyone and very down to earth, she seems very organized too and that gives others a feeling of security. She also makes people feel welcome with the way she talks, she’s mindful, authentic and very respectful towards others. Having her as a friend just feels good 💕

[skepsiss]

Long Road Ahead - pt 1.2

So this is a backtrack episode. Just a very small vignette into a moment Steve and Eddie shared near the beginning of the summer. It's extremely soft. I wanted to touch on how men/boys really have it drilled into them that they can't be physically affectionate with one another (especially in the 80s). Whether it is friendship or romantic, there is such a barrier that is drilled into guys to 'keep all their emotions in.' Just Steve being a soft boy and Eddie being a fragile, broken thing.

CW: Mention of physical recovery (Max), emotional damage/healing from the past.

Pt1 Pt1.2  Pt2   Pt3 Pt4 Pt5

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Steve always said the perfect things. He didn't talk that much, especially when they were in a group. He observed or zoned out, or sometimes paying such close attention his brows knitted together, but when he did speak Eddie couldn't help but feel a shot to his heart. Whether he was frustrated, confused, or enamored it didn't matter, it always felt like Steve had the punchline to every joke. Even when no one was laughing. Even when things weren't funny and Steve wasn't trying to lighten the mood. 

Steve directed subtly; asked questions, and only shied back after speaking when the kids made him feel stupid. It wasn't stupid, it was brave. Asking when you didn't know something. He was engaged, he cared; asking questions was something Eddie shrank away from. 

When he was confused, he just had to live with it. Asking questions led to getting hit or yelled at, but even when Steve asked questions and someone would snap at him, he kept asking questions. And the questions made sense. He asked them so other people didn't have to. When Eddie himself felt confused and when everyone else seemed too scared to ask for the details; it was like Steve knew how to bring people together. He was all love and he didn't know better so he didn't pretend to play smart. No one knew anything, Steve was just brave enough to be the stupid one. 

Bless him, he was also the best at explaining things. Adding context, trying to bring the new traumatized teen up to speed on all things weird. So Eddie instantly felt drawn to him. He felt safe not only because he had seen Steve bite the head off a bat and worse, but because his ability to protect extended beyond the physical. In a group filled with over-zealous, fantasy-happy kids with a hero complex, Steve brought reality back to them.

No, we should not be putting our lives at risk. No, the children should not be handling guns. No, I don't want more people to get hurt. 

Things that seemed obvious but everyone else seemed to forget about, even when ultimately he got outvoted. He still said it, he was still willing to be the stick in the mud. 

It went deeper than that though because even when things weren't dire and the world wasn't ending, when kids got to be kids and drop-outs got to be drop-outs, Steve was still that person. He still cared and smiled, spoke and teased, listened and asked questions. Maybe that was it... he just inherently understood the perfect balance between listening and speaking. You always felt heard around Steve. He was engaged. He laughed at jokes and had a snide remark up his sleeve because he was engaged. 

So, when Steve had asked Eddie subtly if he was 'okay' after everyone else had flitted away it took all of Eddie's willpower not to break down. 

"Yeah, why do you ask?" Eddie lied after he had stared wide-eyed at Steve for a long moment. 

He had alluded to something, made some kind of self-deprecating joke that people had clicked their tongues at or laughed with him about, but Steve had stayed quiet because he had been listening. He had really been listening. 

Steve was quiet for a moment to Eddie's response, watching him as if he was going to reveal something else. The scrutiny of his gaze had Eddie squirming, the rest of the party far off and out of earshot by now. Steve had lingered and Eddie, maybe, had subtly wanted him to stay behind. 

"What, you don't like humor anymore?" Eddie asked, feeling the weight of the silence getting to him, teasing his way through his discomfort.

Steve stopped staring and looked forward again, walking with Eddie along the trail they were on. They could hear Dustin yelling about something around the bend, his voice echoey as he hollered at Max. 

Walks were supposed to be good exercise for her, rebuild the muscles or whatever, so instead of making it a chore they all tried to make it an outing instead. Eddie knew that the reason he and Steve were here was because they were worried. If something happened at least someone slightly older could pick up the slack. 

"I didn't think it was very funny," Steve said quietly, not looking at Eddie. 

Eddie's heart sank at the words, not because he wasn't funny, but because Steve was picking at a part of him that he didn't want to show. A part that was raw and sensitive still, even after all this time. 

"What was the joke?" Steve asked, "which part was funny?" 

Eddie clammed up, his lips tight as Steve got to the heart of it. What had been funny about what he had said? It's funny because I'm a coward Steve, that we should look starkly at the world and realize that being alive is one big fucking joke. But he couldn't say that, he didn't want that to be out in the world, for the reality of how he felt about himself to be spoken. 

Eddie shrugged, looking down at his feet as he shuffled along the dirt path. Things went quiet again, and Eddie felt the itch to speak even though he didn't want to answer. 

"Am I supposed to explain how to walk your way into a joke, Harrington?" He was being mean. He could feel it. He was using the 'you're stupid' as a defense mechanism and he really didn't like it when people treated Steve like he was stupid.

"I dunno man," Eddie said, backtracking, "dark humour I guess. Not everyone finds that stuff funny. It's not a big deal." 

Steve was quiet still, not looking at him as they walked. They rounded the bend and could see the kids way up the path. They were joking and teasing each other, Lucas's arm protectively on Max as he helped her keep her balance on too-weak legs. Kids just getting to be kids. 

"They look up to you, you know?" Steve suddenly said and Eddie couldn't help but look over at him, shy with the intensity of what that comment could mean. He wanted to reply to that, to say something smart and quippy so this conversation could be derailed, but Steve kept talking before he could reply.

"I don't think... it's great for them to hear you talk about yourself like that." 

Eddie's heart sank again, looking at his feet as he slowly shuffled to a stop. Steve got a couple of steps away before stopping to looking back at Eddie, the two of them at a bit of a standstill. 

Fuck.... why did Steve have to be so engaged? Why couldn't he just not care like everyone else in the goddamn world? 

Eddie pinched his lips together, looking away like a scolded child. He was a mix of anger and fear, his emotions roiling, but under it was this feeling of want, of sorrow and adoration. Like he was a kicked dog trying to decide if he was going to bite or rollover. 

"Are you okay?" Steve asked again and Eddie felt his spine straighten this time. He still wasn't looking at Steve, but that question felt so loaded he didn't know what to do with it. Too open of an invitation. 

"What if I said no?" Eddie half laughed, putting on a smile and looking up toward the sky. "What then? What would you do? What would anyone do? Hold me like a baby and let me cry it out?" 

"Would that help?" 

Eddie had been joking, but his throat got tight when Steve asked his question. He knew exactly what to ask, huh? Every time? He knew exactly what question got to the root of everything; what question would rip someone raw?

Eddie had meant to laugh, but it came out more like a broken thing, his voice hitching as his body betrayed him. Tears started to splash down his face and Eddie turned his head away, covering his face with his sleeve, still smiling bitterly as he shielded himself from Steve. 

"Don't be stupid," Eddie found himself saying, and then instantly cringed. He hated that, he hated that he was just as bad as everyone else. That Steve's care was too big for him too. Everyone pushed Steve away. 

"No, I'm sorry," Eddie swallowed, turning around, having to put his back to Steve, "it's not stupid, I just--" Eddie felt a hand on his back placed between his shoulder blades providing a comforting pressure. He grew still, his body even forgetting to cry momentarily as he stood there. He wasn't used to people initiating contact with him, offering up their hand first. He had to fight for every bit of affection he had ever got, he wasn't used to this. He wasn't used to being cared about.

Why was it so taboo? Why was it so fucking weird for a guy to ask for a hug? Eddie hated that. He hated it so much. He hated that he had to squash down every feeling that wasn't masculine or macho or whatever the fuck they fed you. He hated it. Don't care, don't cry, don't let people know you have feelings. And maybe that was why a touch to his back from Steve felt all the more loaded. Eddie rebelled against everything, but Steve? Steve had grown up in the perfect shape of a cookie-cutter life: A popular jock with good looks and money. You couldn't get more American Dream than that. 

"I'm okay man," Eddie lied, wiping his face and stuffing his hands in his pocket for a cigarette. He fumbled with the pack, but Steve didn't move his hand. 

"You're not stupid, you know?" Eddie said, feeling himself ramble, "you're just practical. Like, why else would someone's mind jump to telekinesis and demons or whatever the fuck? That's not normal, like it's fucking weird and it's fine that you don't know that crap. Who knew that memorising the presidents was going to be useless but memorising the monster manual was going to be life or death? Huh? Not me, not you. This is stupid, this reality, what we're dealing with. That's stupid, not you, you're not stupid. I didn't mean it, you know?" 

Through his rambling Eddie had shakily gotten a cigarette between his lips, tears starting to fall down his face anew as he fumbled with his lighter. He was trying to wipe his face between attempts to light his lighter, his face still turned away as if he could pretend like he wasn't crying. But Steve... god, Steve, he knew how to say the perfect things. 

"I don't think I have the presidents memorized either," he said quietly, his hand still on Eddie's back.

And god, bless him, Eddie couldn't help the bark of laughter that escaped him at that. The break of tension as he covered his eyes, cigarette still hanging from his lips. He was smiling though, he was smiling as he stood there. 

"What's the monster manual?" Steve asked and Eddie felt his chest clench. He was redirecting, he was asking a question and redirecting. It was like a fucking dance, he knew how to ask the perfect questions. 

"It's a D&D thing," Eddie said, knowing full well that it was easier for him to talk about his interests than his feelings, "it's a book like a field guide or something that has all the monsters in the world in it. They've got like stats and stuff to reference and read, lore and all that." He was blubbering a bit, but his tone was less frantic, less panicked. 

"And you have it memorized?" He asked and Eddie hung his head, smiling still as he took the cigarette out from between his lips. 

"Practically," he answered, "like the order and the base of it, I have to reference it for details and stuff." 

Steve took his hand away and Eddie instantly missed the touch, but it let him gather himself. He stuck the cigarette back in his mouth and finally got it lit, puffing a few times before giving his face one last wipe and turning around towards Steve. He wasn't looking at him, he was looking at the trail where the kids had disappeared, their voices carrying just a little through the brush. 

God, even just in profile he looked amazing. Regal almost. 

Eddie stirred, taking a drag from his cigarette, wondering how often people really listened to Steve. Wondering if anyone else picked up on how smart he was, how good he was at understanding the feelings behind people's words. 

"Do you want to like... hug it out?" Eddie asked, going out on a limb as he looked at Steve. 

Steve turned, staring at him slightly shocked, obviously not expecting the question. 

"Huh?" He asked, obviously processing and not actually needing to have the question repeated. 

"You know, my... what I said. Do you want that?" Eddie tried again, stumbling through the words. 

Steve obviously didn't know what to do, suddenly on the back foot with an emotionally loaded question. Eddie didn't feel smug, but he did feel a bit more confident. It felt like he had hit the nail on the head, like he had listened a little bit to what Steve had been saying. 

"Why? Do you--" 

"No, no," Eddie interrupted, taking a quick drag from his cigarette before wildly throwing his hands to the side, "I asked you first." 

Steve waffled again before smiling ever so slightly. 

"Actually, I think I asked you first," he retorted. 

Eddie nodded his head from side to side, before pulling on his cigarette and stubbing it carefully out on the bottom of his shoe. 

"Okay, fair," Eddie replied, pinching the last of his smoke and sticking it back in his pack of cigarettes. Steve had asked--more or less--first. 

"Kind of lame though," Eddie said, sticking his hands in his pockets, looking down at his feet, "that neither of us can say it." 

Silence drew out between them again, and Eddie licked his bottom lip, the spot a bit raw from the amount he smoked. Neither of them moved and Eddie wondered quickly if he had got it wrong, if he had guessed at Steve's words in the totally wrong direction. He had asked though, right? Steve had asked him if it would help---but that wasn't an offer, that didn't mean he was willing to do it. 

Shit, he had shown his hand and had probably made Steve feel awkward as hell. 

"Yes." 

Eddie looked up sharply, his eyes a bit wide as he stared at Steve. He had just said 'yes,' right? Yes, to what? That it was lame or that he wanted a hug? Or something else? It felt like he was missing something, like he wasn't asking the right questions.

He didn't need to. Steve closed the space between them and pulled Eddie into a hug, holding him around the shoulders. 

Eddie felt pinned. Steve was hugging him... Steve was hugging him? Thank god the tears didn't start anew, but it still took a moment before Eddie eased into the contact. For him to take his hands out of his pockets and wrap his arms around Steve in return. And, god, he indulged. Eddie pressed his face into Steve's shoulder, squeezing him with affection, the contact filled with all these unspoken emotions. He had needed this, he had needed this for years. Screw the Upside Down and whatever horrors were behind or in front of them, his body had needed this healing from way before all of that. To be held selflessly whether there was love or care there, whatever it was, just to be held like this. 

Steve didn't say anything this time as he stood there, arms wrapped around Eddie. It felt perfect, it felt like all of the stress Eddie had been holding onto was flowing out of him and back out into the universe never to be seen again. It felt amazing to press his face into soft-washed cotton that smelt like Steve and laundry detergent. It felt amazing knowing that even though he wasn't saying anything Steve was still listening to him. Still caring. He didn't need to say anything. Sometimes the perfect question was silent and unknown; a kindness that didn't need to be put into words.

Pt2  

[muniimyg]

07 // series m.list

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Nam Joon’s throat feels dry. 

His brain pauses and his heart drops. He has no words as you stand outside his door, drenched from the rain. Your head is low but when you finally lift it up to look at him, he sees it.

Your eyes are puffy, your lips are slightly swollen, and you... You look so sad. 

It hurts him deeply. 

“Get in,” is all he manages to say. He reaches for your arm and pulls you inside. Instantly, he takes your drenched jacket and asks you to take off your shoes. He excuses himself for a second and goes to his room to grab a towel, a hoodie, and a pair of shorts you left behind. 

As he hands them to you, you stay still. 

“___, don’t shut down yet. Change first,” Nam Joon begs. “Please?”

You nod slowly, unsure of how else to act. Truth be told, you feel frozen. Everything in the past hour has felt so confusing... Nam Joon being a dick to you felt like it could be the one thing that could make sense.

So why isn’t he being one?

You take the clothes and he directs you to the washroom. Even though you’ve been over at his place a few times already, you couldn’t help but feel grateful for his extra direction. As you change, you can’t help but wonder why you came over and if the sudden need for him has turned more than physical. 

“Can we talk?”

Nam Joon stands over the whistling kettle. He turns off the burner and then pours the heated water over a bag of tea in a cup. Offering it to you, you take it. 

“What’s up?” he asks as he pours himself a cup too. “You feeling better?”

You shake your head as you take a sip of the tea. He looks at you a little funny. Tilting his head at you, you let him close in the space between. You feel him put his hands on your waist before lifting you to sit on the kitchen island. 

“What’s wrong, ___?” he looks into your eyes. “What happened?”

“You did.”

His eyes widen. He leans in and tucks your hair behind your ear. You hold your breath, feeling your heart begin to collapse. 

“What do you mean?” Nam Joon says it calmly. Like he’s trying not to spill any secrets but the way he’s treating you right now speaks louder than any of his words ever have. 

You gulp. “Hobi broke up with me.”

“Oh? I’m sorry..” Nam Joon pauses. He would be a liar if he said he didn’t feel a little relieved. He knows a conversation with Hobi would be happening soon... And a part of him weirdly felt angry too. “Were you guys even together together? I didn’t know—”

“He broke up with me because he said he didn’t like me enough to take me away from his best friend,” you choke. “... It’s you, isn’t it? You’re his best friend.”

Nam Joon feels his pulse slow down. 

“... Am I wrong? Tell me I’m wrong, Nam Joon... Because h-he said that it was you. It was you that took care of me at that party. It was you that didn’t want to introduce h-him to me. It was you all along—” you let out a sob. “I’m so confused. I get dumped by a guy that I really liked because his best friend that is constantly mean to me... Likes me? Like we’re in middle school or something?”

Nam Joon shakes his head and denies the truth.

“No, I’m not Hobi’s best friend.”

“Liar.”

“That’s also true,” Nam Joon laughs, trying to lighten the tense mood. Truth be told, he is only just realizing his feelings for you. “Can we talk about this later? I think you’re just tired and hurt. Nothing good will come out of this if we—”

“Do you like me, Nam Joon? Like more than a friend? More than a fuck? I’m pretty dumb but I’m not that dumb.”

The thing is...

Nam Joon is a smart guy but he’s not that smart. 

In response, he pats your head and tells you you’re delusional. That the breakup has you focusing on the wrong thing... That you’re good enough for Hobi and that his best friend is probably someone else like that Seok Jin guy he always hangs around. Nam Joon then offers his bed for the night and you agree, feeling too tired to fight this. That night, he cuddles next to you and hopes that in the morning; you won’t bring this up. 

First, he has plans to kill Hobi. 

Then, he has to figure out what the fuck to do with you. 

[sunset-meets-the-moon]

My Top 5 BLs

Some of my favorite BL series and some small details on why I enjoyed them. I'm gonna try and remake one of these every few months to see what's changed after I watch some new series and finish the ones that I'm currently watching. *may contain spoilers*

Until We Meet Again (2019)

This was the first bl I ever watched, I went in with zero expectations and didn't read the synopsis before I watched it. I honestly fell in love with the characters instantly, especially Korn and In, every aspect of their relationship was so detailed and crafted perfectly. If you ever feel like shedding a few tears, this should be your first choice, whether you want to cry or not with this series you definitely will. Even on my first time watching it I felt a sense of nostalgia and it felt very familiar, I felt very comfortable and at home with this series.

The Untamed (2019)

If you'd consider this a bl then it should definitely be in everyone's top 5. Everything about this series is perfect from the characters to the cinematography. While watching this series I felt drawn in and like I, myself was inside the series, every time a character cried, I cried with them, shared a connection with them, and felt their pain. I've always loved the theme of soulmates and that's a very obvious theme in The Untamed, Lan Wangji loses the one closest to him and longs for him for 16 years, and upon Wei Wuxian coming back to life Wangji is one of the first people he thinks about. They never left each other's side, they always fought for each other and always chose each other first, that's the definition of soulmates and I can't think of a better example other than them. On my first time watching this I was so into it that I watched all 50 episodes in four days, small note when watching this prepare tissues.

KinnPorsche (2022)

Let me start this off by saying the acting in this series is absolutely amazing, it feels almost real. By the time my friend told me about this series, there were already nine episodes out and I sat there and binged them all, KinnPorsche kept me on the edge of my seat and never made me bored. They also did a fantastic job with the casting everyone was very skilled and extremely good-looking. This was only Be On Cloud's first series and after seeing how good this was I'm looking forward to their releases in the future. I loved the theme of Kinn and Porsche being "Ride or Die" and never turning their backs on each other, the story was executed perfectly and all the actors really brought the characters to life.

Word of Honor (2021)

Finished this within less than three days, directly after I finished The Untamed. This is another series involving the theme of soulmates on this list as soulmates may or may not be my favorite troupe. Wen Kexing's willingness to give his life and anything else for Zhou Zishu, them willingly giving up living amongst other humans to spend eternity together, is more than enough to consider this a bl. Although there are many heart-shattering moments, there are many moments spent happily and some humorous moments to lighten the mood a bit. I'm not sure if there'll ever be a season two but I'm hoping.

Love In The Air (2022)

I'd consider LITA to be top-five material not because of the plot, but because of the characters and their depth to them. Specifically, Prapai and Sky as they have so many sides to them and we get to see more into their personalities than what's on the surface. I liked this series because I felt it was balanced between funny and serious, it didn't have too much or not enough of either element and that's something I really enjoyed. The writers made it realistic and showed the issues that people may face in life and in relationships instead of making it all sunshine and rainbows, I applaud them for that. I don't just want a season two I NEED a season two, most of my posts so far have been about LITA and that'll give me plenty more material to write about so hopefully we'll get it and my writing career doesn't end right here.

Honorable Mention

3 Will Be Free (2019)

This isn't a bl but I just have to talk about it. One of my favorite things to see in the series is strong friend groups and that's what we see in this one. Three young people on the fringe of society still trying to find their way in the world and bonding through shared faults and mistakes. They may feel upset with one another at times but they still will come to each other's aid no matter the situation, this is without a doubt the trio we needed.

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Wachowski Bros. and the Rainy Day

It’s a weekend and it’s raining. Nobody is happy about this. Between Tails and Ozzie being afraid of storms and shaking under a blanket together, and Sonic unable to go on a run without getting soaked or slipping, it’s a terrible day. Sonic has had to stop Knucles from “fighting the heavens” for scaring Tails at least 6 times.. make that 7. The little kits scared whimpers are breaking hearts.

Tom and Maddie put on Tails’ favourite movie: Space Buddies and everything gets better.

When the rain stops, the mood is still glum. Maddie and Tom decide to put an end to this sad sitting! Tom opens the window back up “look. It’s not raining anymore! Outside time.” “But it’s still wet.” Sonic argues, gesturing to the giant puddle outside. Maddie sighs and steps in “exactly. I say we play in the puddles. Roll in some mud. You’re young! Enjoy your childhood.” Sonics eyes widen “really?? Y E S” and he is immediately dragging his poor brothers into the wet outside, Ozzie happily following.

Sonic starts happily jumping around in a puddle, kicking up mud and making a mess. Tails joins Sonic, quickly enjoying the activity. Knuckles.. he isn’t sure. What fun is there in kicking water and throwing mud? It makes you dirty. “Cmon Knuckles! Join us!! It’s really fun!” Tails calls out, giggling as Sonic splashes some muddy puddle on him. “I am sorry Fox, but I am unsure about this particular activity. I do not see how getting filthy acquires The Fun.” Knuckles crosses his arms. “Lighten up, Knux. Join us.” Sonic joins in the beckoning. No brother of his is sitting out on such festivities!

Knuckles feels a hand on his shoulder. It’s Maddie. She kneels down to his height “It’s ok, sweetie. Give it a try. If you don’t like it, you can stop and you can come in and clean off. But if you really don’t want to, that’s ok.” Knuckles thinks for a moment.. “thank you for your words, Mother. I will try.” He cautiously walks into the puddle and is instantly splashed. One mudball is thrown and his mischievous side has come forth. It’s a mud war.

Mud balls flying left and right- even Tom and Maddie have joined in! Everyone is getting absolutely covered in mud. Ozzie has also decided mud is fun and is rolling in a big mud puddle. He goes right smack centre of the fire and shakes, splashing mud in every direction. Everyone screams in surprise, shielding themselves.

Tom sneaks off at some point.. and comes back with a hose! He starts spraying these kids like he is an old man and they stepped on his lawn. It’s chaos. They’re getting the mud off, but are still dirty. Sonic doesn’t get very wet. He’s too fast and his speed dries him off pretty quick. Knuckles is attempting to fight the water. Tails.. poor Tails. He is covered head to toe in mud. And now he’s being power washed, which means he is now absolutely DRENCHED. He shakes off the water, causing his fur to fuzz up. Everyone takes in the sight of the yellow puffball that is Miles “Tails” Prower Wachowski.

Then, comes the time that every dog owner must endure. Bath time. They plop Ozzie in the tub and prepare. For some reason he loves rain and the hose, but doesn’t like baths. Tom and Maddie trusts the boys to figure it out on their own.. which is a mistake. There is now a mountain of bubbles and there’s a dog, hedgehog, fox, and echidna hidden somewhere in there. They struggle getting Ozzie to stay still in the tub because he keeps trying to leave. Knuckles lifts the clean pup out of the tub.. and Ozzie immediately shakes. Everyone is wet again. They open the bathroom door and out runs Ozzie, right to the carpet, becoming a carpet shark. The 3 are confused as to why he’s going crazy, but will ask later because it’s so funny. He’s just goin stupid.

The boys themselves do get fully cleaned.

Today was a fun day!

[lumi-procrastinate]

Interlaced Fate

Chapter 1/??? | Another Helory Story (Canon) | Memory's POV

Hope you'll enjoy this one! The comic based on these is still on the way so have more writing instead \(´ ꒳` )/  -Lumi

Socializing is my forte, or at least that's what most people think of me.

which is oddly funny since they were always confusing to me. I always have this difficulty, you see—I can't seem to perceive or evaluate emotions.

Despite that, I tried my best to fit in anyway. It didn't take me long before I managed to remember all of the patterns and acts that I needed to do for certain types of people.

The multiverse is a terrifying place; maybe it's terrible for me to act this way, but losing my life isn't exactly an ideal alternative either.

Whatever it is that I need to do, I'll do it as long as I survive, and a little acting isn't that much of a price to pay.

Thankfully, I found someone interesting enough to ease the process. His name is Epitome; he's another version of me that acts rather... peculiarly rough.

With his brute-like strength, he'd protect me from time to time from all sorts of danger. He's not only useful but also quite entertaining to have around. Soon enough, he became my best friend.

It's not rare for people to express their concern about him, though. He's not exactly the friendly type you see; he acts offensively most of the time and would hit me full force as a sign of affection.

They'd always wonder why I was befriending such a brute. Despite all that, I got attached to him and acted along with his antics.

Lately though... it's been tiring.

After all this time, I've realised how little I know about his thoughts and sentiments; it's as if he's just another distant stranger to me for whatever reason.

The thought of him seeing me as nothing always leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. So whenever I got the chance, I'd choose a random universe to go to so I could clear my head from those sorts of thoughts.

Usually, teleporting won't be such a big deal.

Something sure went wrong today.

Suddenly I found myself up in the air, about 27 feet above the ground.

Wind flows all around me as gravity pulls me down in an instant, and the gust hits me harder as I accelerate downwards.

The breeze cradles me as I finally feel my built-up fatigue and reality slowly fade away.

That is until an abrupt, sharp sensation woke me up again; I was plunging through a tree, getting closer to what seems to be an inevitable end.

Everything went black as I prepared for the pain to seep in.

To my surprise, something soft broke my fall.

My "heart" races as I gasp for air, my eyes opened instantly to reveal another skeleton a few inches away from my face.

One of his eye sockets were blank with a flower engraving around it. He had a bigger stature than mine, and it’s no doubt that he he could have shoved me away easily earlier.  

I get off of him instantly, It’s hard to not notice how tense he was.

Showing him the best smile I could make, I bent down to offer him a hand. "I’m really really sorry, stranger," I managed to mutter out. 

He took my hand quietly and got up, I checked him again to see if he was completely fine.

“Oh thank heavens, you’re alright-” I sighed in relief “-but I really am sorry for making such an atrocious entrance, hope I made a somewhat memorable first impression on you though.”

What happened must have terrified him completely, so I decided to lighten the mood somehow. 

He didn’t respond much and I started losing grip on my acting.

Silence was always unnerving to me. I always end up rambling random stuffs whenever that happens to fill in the dullness, and it’s no different from now.

-“Honestly, this one is my finest first impressions yet, there’s this one time I accidentally crashed into someone’s party -not by falling from the sky though, I just got thrown through their house by a friend of mine and.”-

Lots of people find this habit of mine annoying, so I don’t act like this most of the time.

Perhaps this stranger thinks so too, since he’s only been looking at me silently. 

But I guess it was nice to not being told off for once...

“Ah well, that was fun,” I clasp my hands together as I conclude my sentence “,but I wanna explore this place for a little, so see ya stranger! It was nice meeting you!”

Like earlier, he didn’t respond at all as I waved goodbye to him. 

I ran towards the meadow around us and stopped as soon as he’s out of my sight. The fatigue from earlier greets me again as I lose the last bits of energy left in me. 

Everything goes black as I began to fall asleep on the spot.

[End of chapter]

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Epitome!Sans and UnderEpitome belongs to @jellymelting

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Alternative version: [Helian’s POV]

[venus-vermillion01]

Drug Dealer Ryomen x reader

I’ve actually been holding onto this idea for a long time now and finally have written it! Its more based on Euphoria’s Rue x Elliot friendship but I decided to add my own twist. 

Warnings: Drugs, addiction 

Minors do not enter

One more thing, I have no intention of romanticize drug use, it’s just part of the plot. I also recognize this is not accurate to real life but this is fiction and we’re all here to have a good time. This is my first post so please be easy on me!

Drug dealer Ryomen would be present at some parties that only seemed the most thrilling, the one that had the most entertainment and if he needed to distribute his product more. 

 He only does his drugs once in a while  but made one rule for himself. Don't smoke or do any drugs while he is on the job. So what made this time any different? He was already in a bad mood, stuck at a new years party he didn't want to be at. He needed to keep an eye  out for his moron younger brother. 

        Being bored out of his mind sitting on the couch, watching other teens chug beers, Smirnoffs and shots of tequila. Girls trying to catch the eyes of guys, wearing dresses short enough to show the amount of self respect they had for themselves. Guys weren't any better as they continued to drink. Snorting his drugs he successfully sold and soon the room was becoming a hot box, smelling of skunk. 

 Somehow he found himself in the laundry room and thought ‘what the heck?’ and sniffed a line of snow white powder. Just for the door to be swung open by low and behold you.  

              “Whoops sorry,” you spoke quickly with an apologetic tone, closing the door. 

Drug dealer Ryomen thought that was the last of you until you opened the door again with a questioning look. 

              “Are you doing drugs?” she asked .

  Ryomen rolled his eyes and a lopsided grin came across his face.. Obviously. “No, I'm fixing the washing machine,”he sarcastically responded. 

Your eyes only narrowed at him . “If you tell me what drugs you're doing, I'll tell you what drugs I'm doing?” compromising with him. A smile cracked, letting out a small laugh. “Deal,”

 Drug Dealer Sukuna did not figure you to be into drugs. That instantly went out the window as soon as he saw you comfortably crush and snort pills. Hence a friendship sprouted that night. 

 You had a certain charm. Funny but serious at times and honest. You even broke a glass bottle of beer to threaten some jock that was about to hurt Yuji. That’s loyalty. 

 After that you become a welcomed guest to his home but never overstepping. Yuji likes your company and can see how his brother's mood lightens up whenever you're around. 

           “You like her don’t you” Yuji teased, earning him a glare. 

          “Shut up. It's not like that, she’s just a friend who buys my drugs,” he nonchalantly explained.  

           “A friend, yeah right. You've brought home female “friends” before but they don't even make it past the two days,”  his brother added to his point.

 No response from his brother meant he got him thinking. “All I'm saying is that I like her, she’s a good thing in your life and that hardly comes by in your line of business. And I hope she stays with us a while longer.”

Ryomen knew what Yuji was talking about, a subject he always avoided.

Drug dealer Sukuna does not honestly like selling you drugs. Soon he stops, refusing all your begging and cursing at him he wouldn't budge. He feels partially at fault for the way you have turned out but now he’s going to help you. Forcing you to choose: him or drugs. 

          “Why does it matter? You don’t care about me.” in your fit of mania and needing your next fix. Sobbing on his bed in a curled up form. 

It weighed on him and he finally realized that it was more than that. 

          Ryomen’s gripped both of your wrist, bruised and bony. “Look at me,” he demanded, forcing you to look at him. Your eyes are puffy and red from all the crying. “Don’t say stupid crap “I don’t care about you?If I didn't care about you then I would still be selling you drugs but I'm not. Why? Because I like you and I can’t keep going seeing you getting worse,”he scorned you, you going silent at his confession. 

           “So what is it going to be? YN?” 

Drug Dealer Sukuna never thought he would have feelings for an addict much less be helping them break their habits. The irony of the situation and his occupation. Rehabilitation was the toughest thing he did for you, but he managed it with Yuji. Believe me when I say there were times he wanted to give up and just give you your fix but he would stop himself. Feeding you, tending to your withdrawal symptoms and even help you get dressed.  Through thick and thin, this roller coaster of a ride was almost at its end. 

“I'm glad I met you, Sukuna,” you softly said, laying on his lap as he mindlessly brushed your hair. “I thought you hated me,” he said. A laugh escaped your lips. “That's the drugs that were talking but I honestly never imagined myself here. Clean because of you,” she went on. 

You got up to look at him. Sukuna let out a sigh of content, you had a healthy appearance now and lively like you were before the heavy addiction. He wasn't thinking straight but out of impulse as he kissed you. You kissed him back. It was a long kiss, something he was always thinking of but putting off. 

“I love you,” you were the first to say it, kissing him on the cheek and Sukuna couldn't stop smiling. He pulled you into his lap. “YN, you're the only one for me,” kissing your forehead, his own way of confirming his feelings for you. 

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[idy-ll-ique]

His Lovely Girl.

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x F!Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Requested: nope

Warnings: insecurity

Summary: Sebastian spoils her all the time. What has she ever done for him? When someone leaves a rude comment under her Instagram post, she can't help but rethink her entire relationship with the handsome actor.

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! We're back to Marvel lol, enjoy!

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"I'll see you later, dove, have fun!" Y/N grinned when her boyfriend leaned over, pressing his lips to her forehead. "Bye, Seb, I'll miss you," she whispered and he looked down at her, his heart swelling in his chest, full of appreciation for her. He loved her so much. "I'll miss you too, Y/N, but I'll only be gone for around 6 hours." Y/N pouted and he couldn't help it.

He leaned over and pressed his lips to hers in a chaste kiss. "I know. Go now, I don't want to be the reason you're late." He laughed heartily when she pushed him away with a smile. "Oh, doll, everyone knows about us, they'll know anyway." With that, he waved at her and left the apartment they shared. Y/N had moved in with him 2 years into dating.

Sebastian Stan; let's just say, he was a busy man. Y/N sighed and got up from the bed, feeling hungry. They had started dating 4 years ago, and what years those were; the most blissful ones in both their lives. They loved each other to death, and they knew that. Y/N waddled into the kitchen and looked around the various cabinets, finding a box of Mac and Cheese.

It was a funny story, actually, how they met. Y/N, at the time, was working as a barista at Starbucks. One day, Sebastian had walked into the Starbucks where she worked, and she was the one who took his order. He was extremely polite, funny and a bit awkward and just like that, she fell in love with him all over again. Y/N was a Marvel geek and Sebastian had noticed.

"I really like your hoodie, doll, where'd you get it?" he had asked her after telling her his order. And she had looked down, seeing the custom-made hoodie she wore. It was black in colour, but one of the sleeves was silver and had a red star on the bicep, just like his arm from the movie Captain America: Winter Soldier.

Bucky's trigger words were printed on the front of the hoodie. She had blushed furiously, simultaneously cursing and thanking her fate and coincidence. "I had it custom made," she had told him at the time and he had grinned so wide he thought his mouth would tear open. That was the moment where he, too, realized that he was getting a crush on the pretty barista.

And he hadn't hesitated to ask her for her number. He had taken a tissue paper, scribbled his number down and had written what's yours? ;) underneath. When he went to pay for his coffee, he purposely made sure that he wasn't giving her any change. With his notes, he slid her the tissue and she took it, giving him a confused look.

When she read it, her breath hitched. While pulling out his change, she had discreetly written her number down on the tissue, saved his on her phone and had given the tissue back to him with the coins. Both of them had grinned widely at each other when he left. While walking home, he had taken out the tissue and had seen her number written neatly under his. And his heart raced, Y/N is worth it.

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*@yn_yln posted a photo*

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yn_yln Mac and Cheese, anyone? :D

Y/N smiled and logged out of her Instagram account after posting the photo. She just couldn't resist; she looked good that day, one of those days where she felt confident enough to post a picture. She kept her phone away and sauntered into the sitting room to watch something on the television. An hour passed before she yawned, feeling tired.

2:05 pm, her watch displayed. Well, there's no harm in an afternoon nap, am I right? Sebastian wasn't home anyway, and it's not like she had anything to do. Grabbing her phone off the dining table, she walked into hers and Sebastian's shared bedroom, plopping down on the bed. She decided to check her Instagram before falling asleep and opened the said app.

She went through the page that displayed all the likes and comments, pausing at one comment. Her heart dropped as she clicked on the comment, her entire being filling with an uneasy feeling. You're only dating him for the money, admit it. Until then, she had never even thought… about that. Throwing her phone to the side she sat up, breathing heavily.

Y/N was currently jobless. After they started going out, she continued working at Starbucks until last year; Sebastian had suggested that she leave the job and work somewhere better, earn a higher salary. Y/N had discarded the idea at first, since the job paid enough for her to go about her daily things and where would she even find another job?

Starbucks was okay. But Sebastian wouldn't hear it. So she left the job, now jobless. She had applied to a few places but hadn't received any news as of yet. They're right. I'm living off of him. I don't even have a job. What does it look like? A broke woman dating a rich, handsome guy? Oh my God, am I leeching off his hard work? All those thoughts rushed through her head in a span of a few seconds.

The more she thought about it, the more she teared up. Blinking the tears away, she lay back down and curled up under the comfortable blankets. His blankets. She closed her eyes, trying her hardest to fall asleep but the tears were proving it to be difficult. Fortunately, she drifted off into an uneasy slumber 15 minutes later.

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"Baby, I'm home!"

Silence. Sebastian frowned, carefully walking into the house. "Y/N?" he called out but there was no answer. Keeping the bag he was holding away, he walked further into the apartment, stopping at the doorway of their bedroom. "Aw," he whispered under his breath, smiling, stepping into the bedroom. He gently sat next to his sleeping girlfriend.

His knuckles traced her cheeks but he froze. Why is she so cold? His soft touch was enough to wake her up, because she stirred and blinked up at him. "Seb, hi, welcome back." Her voice was hoarse. "Y/N? Did you fall sick?" he asked worriedly as she sat up, distancing herself from him. "I'm not sick," she muttered but Sebastian wouldn't buy it.

He reached out to cup her cheek, feeling like he had been stabbed multiple times when she leaned away from his touch. "Y/N?" She shook her head and looked out of the window, bringing her knees to her chest. "Just wanna be alone right now." She didn't want to send him away. She wanted to sit in his lap, listen to him rambling about his day…

But she also didn't want to be near him. Do I even deserve him? "What happened?" he insisted, his eyes going wide when she glared at him. "Go. Away." He scrambled off the bed without another word, softly closing the door behind him as he walked into the sitting room, running a hand through his hair. He sat down on the couch and looked around.

What happened in those 6 hours that he was away? Sebastian knew she wasn't on her cycle, it still had another week to come. So it wasn't mood swings. His eyes landed on the empty bowl of Mac and Cheese sitting on the dining table but they skimmed right past it, not knowing that that bowl was the reason for Y/N's sadness. Then he stared at the designer handbag on the opposite couch.

Picking up the bag, he strode back to their room, knocking on the door. Maybe seeing a pretty purse would lighten her mood? "What?" Y/N called out from inside and he opened the door, holding the purse up. "I brought you a gift." Y/N's heart started thudding in her chest and tears glistened in her eyes anew as she stared at the bag with utmost resentment.

"I don't want it."

Sebastian went rigid. She never rejects my gifts. "Y/N—" She started shaking her head. "No. Return it. I'm not taking it. I don't want it," she repeated, her glare now directed at him. "But doll…" he tried, freezing when her jaw clenched. "Get out." Disheartened, he walked out once more, more confused than anything. Now I have to know what happened.

Inside the room, Y/N sobbed silently. The bag was so pretty, her favorite color, the sleek design… she wanted to keep it so bad, but she knew she wasn't worthy of it. Sebastian brought her gifts all the time. Most of them expensive as shit; he had the money to blow off. What had she done for him? Nothing, really. He spoiled her heartily, never once allowing her to do the same.

"You're mine, baby girl, mine to love, mine to cherish, mine to spoil."

She was definitely leeching off him. Outside the room, Sebastian took out his phone and texted Y/F/N, who was Y/N's closest friend. They rarely spoke, but Y/N told Y/F/N everything and he knew she'd have answers.

hey, do you know what's up with y/n

why what happened

she's in a really bad mood

she's angry at me and I brought her a gift but she won't take it

she usually loves them but today…

OH WAIT

I know what happened

she texted me in the afternoon

something about a comment on Instagram or something

ig that's why she's in a bad mood

oh

thanks

I'll check it out

He ended the conversation and opened Instagram, seeing a new post from his dear girlfriend. Sebastian couldn't help but smile as he liked the photo, commenting a heart emoji. There were only around 22 comments on the post, so he decided to go through them. Which comment had triggered her? He found it instantly and his nostrils flared.

Replying to the fairly rude comment, he typed, how about you fuck off and mind your own damn business? If you don't like her, unfollow and leave. There's literally nothing else you need to do. After hitting send, he kept his phone away and, determination shining in his eyes, ran back to the bedroom.

He threw open the door and a sob escaped the lips of the startled woman. He started taking off the annoying clothes he was wearing until he was just in his boxers, sliding into the bed next to her. She attempted to push him away but the strong man didn't budge, holding her on his lap as she thrashed. Soon, she gave up the fight and melted against him, crying her eyes out.

"I'm sorry," she apologized again and again, her breath hitching. "Hush, baby, it's okay, I'm not mad," he whispered, rubbing her back, helping her calm down. She rested her head on his shoulder, her arms tight around him. "Tell me the truth. What happened?" he asked even though he knew the answer. Tiredly, Y/N narrated everything; from the comment to all her insecurities.

Sebastian gently cupped her cheeks, wiping her tears off. "Y/N, you're mine. I love taking care of you, I love spoiling you, and I don't do it because I expect something in return, I do it because I love you. Don't listen to strangers on the internet, what better work do they have? Nothing but lowlifes. You don't have to do anything for me. I don't want you to do anything for me."

"But Seb…"

"No. No, you're my girlfriend and only the best for my girl. I love all the gifts you get me. I cherish them wholeheartedly. Just you being my girl is a gift better than anything else in the world, to be honest. But I'm going to continue looking after you whether you like it or not. You don't even have to go to work, I'm here for you. I love you." Y/N teared up again.

They were happy tears.

"I love you so much," she cried weakly and Sebastian pulled her to him, cradling her head, breathing her in. "I love you too, doll. Now will you take my gift, please?" She nodded against him and he gently lowered her on the bed, going outside to get the bag. Once back in their room he handed the bag to her, smiling at the way her eager hands reached up to accept the gift.

As he watched her admiring the bag, he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, till death do them part.

His girl, his lovely girl.

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A/N: Leave a like if you enjoyed, thanks for reading!

[beskarhearts]

soft javi idea!!! he confesses to you about his crush on you and how you make him not want to be an asshole anymore 🥺

Bad Coffee (Javier Peña x reader)

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader

Word count: over 2.8K

Warnings: cursing, mention of sex/brothels, drinking (nothing else I can think of but let me know!

Summary: Javier Peña wasn’t the type to ask people on dates or have feelings. At least that was what you thought.

Notes: UM I LOVE THIS AND I HOPE YOU DO TOO! I am an absolute sucker for soft Javi so this was soooooo fun to write and definitely helped. Pretty much I am ALWAYS willing to write Soft!Javi because it is the greatest. (also haven’t really proof read this yet so please excuse any mistakes!)

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Late nights at the office with Javier has become the usual for you two. You were both hell-bent on catching Escobar and if that meant spending every second at the office and getting maybe an hour or two of sleep each night, then that was what it meant. So even when everyone else left the office and Murphy retired for the night, you and Javier would be sitting at your respective desks and mull over paper work and evidence and information and anything you could get your hands on.

You didn't mind it though. Sure it was exhausting and your mind never seemed to stray away from work but you felt like you were doing something. You technically could go to your apartment all alone and get some sleep or maybe eat a proper meal but that felt ridiculous. Why bother with such menial things when you had much more important things at hand?

Also, it meant you weren't alone anymore. You had started spending nights at the office before Javier had and you can't remember when he joined in but you didn't mind. Javier and you had worked long enough that you had gotten used to his annoying, bothersome characteristics. He was hot-headed and flirtatious and sometimes incredibly hard to read but he was good at his job and he genuinely cared, which was more than you could say for a lot of other people working here. You two also worked well together. It was probably a natural result of working together for long enough, though you knew there were some people who had known Peña for longer than you had and could barely work with the guy.

Some people said you worked well together because you slept together and perhaps that was a natural assumption given Javier's reputation with women and the flirtatious quips he would send your way every once in a while. And while you had confirmed that wasn't the case, people liked to gossiped. But really you just worked well with the guys because you both had respect for each other and were what you would consider friends. You could share a drink with the guy and crack a joke at his expense. You could also mull over paperwork into the late hours of the night and go over countless theories and ideas with him, all of which he listened to and never tried to overshadow you.

"Drink this."

You looked up from your desk to see Javier holding a cup of coffee out, the brown liquid steaming and exuding a scent that alone seemed to wake you up. Your greedy fingers snatched the cup up, taking a big gulp of it before sending a small smile to the man who still stood in front of your desk. "Thanks, Peña."

You had come to greatly appreciate Peña's presence during nights like these. He would bring you coffee, let you rant and ramble, and if you drifted off the sleep at your desk, he would sometimes lay his jacket over you as a makeshift blanket. You didn't have a lot of people who looked after you, having left your family behind in the states for the job. So having Javier do even the smallest thing like bring you a cup of coffee was something you were grateful for.

"Did I make it right this time?" Peña asked slyly, giving you a small smirk that you reciprocated. You swore it was on purpose, but something was always just a little off with your coffee. You had told him how you liked him, given him the exact number of scoops of sugar and amount of creamer. Yet for some reason the coffee would always be a little too sweet or wouldn't have enough creamer. You drank it anyways, because you weren't picky and weren't one to say no to even the shittiest cup of coffee. But now it had become a small joke between you two.

"Not enough sugar." you playfully responded, giving him a small chuckle.

Javier looked down at you and shifted in the spot he stood in before responded. "A coffee place would probably make it better."

You snorted, placing your cup down and taking a glance at the watch on your wrist. "I don't think any coffee place is open at 2 am on a Tuesday."

"Well then maybe sometime when you aren't working." Javier countered and you raised a singular eyebrow, cocking your head. He was acting odd. A little too odd.

You shook it off and decided to make a small joke. "Oh, you mean when I'm dead?"

Javier sighed, brushing his hand through his hair before planting both of his hands onto your desk, leaning forward slightly. "I mean maybe sometime when you aren't working...and neither am I. Then I can buy you a coffee to make up for the shit stuff I make."

Your face dropped instantly as you looked up at Peña, seeing the way his eyes wouldn't make their ways to look into yours. You had known Peña long enough to know he wasn't a nervous man, especially not with you or women in general. In fact, sometimes he was too cocky for his own good. "Holy shit." you muttered.

Javier finally looked at you and raised an eyebrow at your shocked expression. "What?"

"Are you asking me on a date?" you dumbly said, not even trying to stop your mouth from saying the question in your mind.

Javier's tongue peeked out as he licked at his lips nervously, hands slipping away from your desk and landing on his hips as he straightened up. "Yeah. I am."

Holy shit. You were dumbfounded, shocked, absolutely 1000% floored. Peña was a flirt and had said his fair share of words to you but you assumed that was just who he was. You had seen him do the same to plenty of other women around the office alone. Not once in your head had the thought of Peña ever asking you on a date even crossed your mind. It seemed like a down right impossibility. He wasn't a 'go on a coffee date' type of guy. He was the 'stop at a brothel and have mindless sex with a woman whose name I barely know' type of guy. You couldn't even begin to imagine Peña on a date. The mere thought of him sitting with a woman at a coffee shop and making that small talk everybody had at a date and then driving them home made you nearly laugh in surprise. While you had come to appreciate the quirks of Peñas personality, he was an asshole normally and everything happening right now was so bizaree. His nervousness and the way his eyes were avoiding yours and asking you on a date?

"This is a joke, right?" you asked.

Javier let out a small chuckle, but not his usually one. This sounded uncomfortable and strangled. "Way to soften the blow, hermosa." he tried to respond as sarcastically as possible but you saw in between the cracks.

"You are serious?"

"Why do you sound so surprised?" Peña asked, a hint of annoyance peaking through as he examined your astonished figure.

You let out an odd laugh of your own, even snorting. You couldn't comprehend how he didn't understand how bizarre this was. Or maybe he did and just wanted to hear it from your mouth. "Peña, you just asked a woman on a date."

"And apparently did a shit job at it." Peña countered back, the wrinkles on his forehead more apparent as he scrunched his brows together.

"When was the last time you even asked a woman on a date?" you inquired.

"Why does this matter?" Peña asked, one hand being thrown up in confusion before landing back on his hip.

"Because never once in my days did I think I would see the day Javier Peña asked a woman on a date." You couldn't help the giggle that left your lips, partially because you were uncomfortable and didn't know what to do but also because this whole situation seemed like some kind of fever dream.

"Glad this is so funny to you." Peña scowled, turning back to his desk.

You bit your lip, trying to think of something to say. "You did a pretty good job actually. Good transition with the coffee and stuff." you offered, trying to lighten the mood and tension in the room.

"Then why didn't you say yes?" Javier asked, turning back to you as he sat on the edge of his desk.

You paused. You didn't say yes initially because you were too shocked to but there were probably a million reasons to not say yes.

You weren't dumb. Javier Peña was stupidly attractive. It was no wonder ever woman swooned over him. And the hair and slightly unbuttoned shirts certainly didn't help. And while many women would probably jump at the chance of a date with the infamous DEA agent just based off looks alone (and his 'sex god' reputation), you had come to admire the other things about him. His dedication and his how no matter how hard he tried to hide it, his compassion somehow always came through. There was plenty to admire about the man.

But there were also so many things that made a date with Javier Peña potentially a very bad idea. He was your co-worker first of all and while you weren't sure if it was necessarily forbidden, it wasn't something you should jump into. Being in this field was hard enough, you didn't need everybody thinking you had gotten where you were because you were jumping the bones of your co-workers. There was also the fact that Javier was the exact opposite of a relationship man. He was practically the epitome of a bachelor. His primary hobbies consisted of drinking and visiting brothels, blowing off steam with a woman withering under him. He was also so closed off sometimes. He kept everything so buried and so hidden and it was impossible to reach him.

"You do realize what a date is, right?" you asked gently.

Javier rolled his eyes. "Believe it or not, but I am very aware."

"And that you are asking me on a date. A date where we would go get coffee in a public place and talk and the main goal shouldn't be to get me in bed afterwards."

"Jesus Christ! I'm not trying to sleep with you!" Peña cried out, throwing his hands up.

"Well, excuse me but you have quite the reputation for being a bit of a man-whore asshole!" you shouted back, feeling the emotion and tension bubble up in you.

Peña dropped his head, looking down at his feet and letting out a long, drawn-out sigh. "I have... feelings for you."

He seemed to say the words begrudgingly, like there was anything he would rather do than have to talk about his feelings after practically getting rejected by a woman who he asked on a date (which he hadn't done in years).

Your mouth kept opening and closing, trying to conjure something to say but finding yourself unable to. if you thought the idea of Javier asking someone on a date unfathomable, then you were just absolutely flabbergasted by the idea of Javier having a crush on someone. You finally closed your eyes and took in a deep breath. "I don't...understand."

"I thought it was pretty obvious." Peña responded, shrugging his shoulders slightly as he slowly looked up at you.

You stared back into his brown eyes and let out an exhausted snigger. "No, it wasn't. Hence my reaction."

Peña pushed himself off his desk, strolling towards your desk and looking down at where you still sat. His brown eyes looked softer than you had ever seen them and it made the breathe in your throat hitch. "Listen, I am an asshole-"

"You really know how to see yourself, Javier." You cursed yourself for your habit of making jokes when you were uncomfortable as Javier looked back at you plainly. "Sorry..."

"I don't want to be an asshole when I am around you. I want to be better... for you. You make me think maybe I could be an okay guy." Javier offered.

You tried to ignore the way your heart had begun racing and the way your skin seemed to heat up slightly. You placed both your hands on the arm of your chair, trying to keep them busy so you didn't nervously twiddle your thumbs. "Alright, well that was kind of sweet in a weird way..."

Javier finally let out a small chuckle and you smiled at the noise, glad to feel a bit of the tension dissipate. "I know I'm a piece of shit and not boyfriend material or anything like that but... just one date. Let me buy you a cup of coffee."

You felt the corner of your lip quirk up into a small smile. "I'm not sleeping with you no matter how charming you are."

"We will save that for the third date then." Javier joked and you let out a small gasp.

"Bold of you to assume we will make it to a third date." You jested, giving him a teasing grin.

"It took me months to finally ask you out so this better work for me."

You leaned back. "Months?"

"Shut up." Javier huffed back as soon as he saw the smile on your face.

"Has the Javier Peña been pining for me for months?" You meant it as a joke but when his face softened and he looked back at you, you tried your best to wipe the smile off your face.

"It's... been awhile." Javier looked at the way you expectantly looked back at him and sighed. "Since the Christmas party."

Your jaw dropped. Steve had insisted on inviting you and Javier to what he described as a Christmas party Connie had set up but when you showed up, it was just the four of you. Murphy joked around, saying he didn't have many friends. But you didn't mind. It was one of the first times you had seen Peña out of the office and he seemed relatively relaxed for the first time you had seen him. You had both sat on the same couch together, across from the Murphys and every once in a while you two would whisper teasing jokes to each other about Steve. You thought back to the night and remembered how he had insisted on pouring your drinks for you and had probably been sat a little too close, his thigh nearly grazing yours. How his gaze had lingered on yours because it was the first time he had seen you wear something other than office clothes and shit, how did you somehow look even better? How he had insisted on driving you home once he realized you had walked there, saying it was because you shouldn't be walking around in the dark but also because he just wanted to spend more time with you, even if it was only a few more minutes.

"Javier, that was months ago."

Javier slowly nodded. "Yeah. I tried to at your birthday dinner."

That had been another thing that had been planned by Connie and Murphy had required you guys come to. You honestly didn't even know they knew when your birthday was, never once mentioning it because birthdays weren't your thing. But Murphy had somehow found out but you didn't mind. It was only a dinner with you four and some drinks, no big party and nobody made a big deal with it. The Murphy's had bought you a present despite you saying you hated receiving gifts.

Once again, Javier had insisted on driving you home and this time walked you to your door. You thought that would be it until he handed you a gift. Your watch had been broken and you needed a new one but had been too busy to get one so Javier had taken the liberty of doing so. You remember him insisting you open it when he was gone and not thank him for it. He had seemed a little off that day but you had thought it was just the drinks getting to him a little. He lingered and you both spoke about work until he eventually drifted away.

"Holy shit, Peña." you muttered, feeling the weight of the watch on your wrist even more.

"It doesn't matter." he huffed.

"It does to me." you softly said. Javier only sent a small glance your way and you gave him a smile before turning back down to your paperwork. "Pick me up on Friday."

You didn't look up to see the smile on Javier's face as he made his way back to his desk. "Yes ma'am."

[cacoetheswriting]

little riddle

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader warnings: gossip / rumours, talk of tattoos, a lil mutual pining, mainly fluff word count: 1.9k summary: crude workplace gossip brings you and spencer even closer. 

a/n: this is a follow up to little mystery. you don’t necessarily need to read the first part, but it will give you some context/background if you do.

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News of the friendly little tattoo bet spread through the office like wildfire. And the news of who won was like adding gasoline to the heavily burning flame considering the risqué nature of your secret ink.

The thing about rumours is they don’t always start out that way.

Half the time it is simply an overheard conversation between friends, in this case also colleagues. The snippet is usually taken out of context. Passed from person to person to person until it spirals out of control and transforms into an unverified information statement. A believable one at that.

You were no stranger to workplace gossip, and truthfully it never bothered you. People will say what they want to say. Think what they want to think. It was a useless affair to try and stop them, or change their mind. Therefore, you never batted an eye.

Until now.

The current story going around didn't just involve you. It also focused on a certain young doctor who took things extremely literally, and often to heart.

Watching people walk through the bullpen whispering to one another, pointing fingers, and giggling. That sort of behaviour made you really angry. Primarily because you knew how to protect yourself and your feelings, but Spencer didn't quite grasp the concept of a rumour.

He currently sat slouching at his desk thinking he did something wrong.

With a soft sigh, you swiftly got to your feet and ambled towards him. Gently, you placed one hand on his shoulder causing him to glance up and meet your gaze. His lips pursed into an awkward half-smile.

“What do you say we get out of here? Maybe grab a quick bite to eat?” you suggested, raising a brow.

Spencer briefly glanced between the couple of agents currently looking at the two of you, whispering to one another. He nervously cleared his throat, and proceeded to slowly nod his head.

Once he stood up, you linked your arms together, unafraid of the judgemental stares.

Spencer on the other hand tensed under your touch, under your sudden closeness, under the lingering gaze of the gossiping agents. You noticed it instantly, and leaned in slightly so that your lips were at his ear.

“Don’t pay attention to them. They’re just jealous.” you whispered with a small smile.

The young doctor huffed quietly, clearly confused. “I don’t understand. Why would they be jealous?”

“Because you’ve seen what no other person in this sad joint has seen.” you teased, hoping it would lighten the mood just a little. It didn’t.

Spencer furrowed his brows together. “You mean the tattoo? If I knew it would cause this much drama I would have kept my mouth shut.”

“Don’t talk like that, doc. I’m glad you won the bet, I’m glad you got to see the tattoo, and I’m glad it’s you and me they’re talking about.” you reassured him as best you could, waiting for the elevator.

The metal machine appears momentarily and the two of you stepped inside. It was then you let go of his arm and leaned against the wall. Spencer slid his hands into the pockets of his pants, confusion still visible on his features.

“Why are you glad they're talking about us, Y/N?”

You shrugged. “Gotta make the best out of every situation, right? Plus, doc, I’m quite flattered they think I have a chance with someone like you.” you smiled, as his eyes widened.

Nervously, Spencer twitched his nose. “I-I... You-u think ehm, you think I’m out of your league?”

You nodded. “Of course! You’re incredibly smart, unknowingly funny, and not to mention really handsome. I’d be very lucky if you even considered being with someone like me.”

The young doctor wasn't entirely sure whether you meant what you said, or if perhaps you were just trying to cheer him up. Either way, it was the confidence boost he needed. His whole body instantly relaxed and his lips twirled upwards.

“I’d be the lucky one, Y/N.” he stated, a hint of hesitation in his voice.

Blood rushed to your face at the comment. You bit down on your bottom lip and simply stared at the man ahead, getting completely lost in his golden-eyes.

-

“Do I have something on my face?” you asked while bringing one hand up to your cheek, ready to wipe any crumbs away.

The young doctor quickly shook his head. “N-no... I-I ehm, I was just thinking.”

“About what?” you pried.

Spencer swallowed his breath. “Why don’t you want to know how I found out about your secret tattoo?” he asked in a low tone, and as soon as the question escaped his lips, he looked down at his empty plate, suddenly afraid of what your answer might be.

You observed him for a moment. The honest answer was you liked the mystery of not knowing. Spencer was always full of surprises, which is one of the many things you adored about him. To you, it didn’t matter how he found out.

The young doctor however, always liked to have all of the answers and you knew the topic would continue to bother him.

Dropping your fork, you placed your elbows on the edge of the table and rested your head in the palms of your hands. “Tell you what, doctor...” you began, grabbing his attention. He looked back up at you. “How about I guess how you knew? It’s only fair, don’t you think?”

The idea seemed to interest Spencer because his ears perked up and a timid smile circled his lips.

“But I’m gonna need some sort of clue because I am nowhere near as smart as you.” you added with a smirk, and he nodded.

The two of you sat in silence for a few minutes, just smiling at one another. An unfamiliar, yet unmistakably happy feeling settled in the pit of your stomach as his eyes searched yours with such amity you thought you would melt into your chair at any given second.

“So,” you cleared your throat, “What’s my clue?”

Spencer pursed his lips.

You could see the wheels turning, as he took his time to think of something that wouldn’t be too hard for you to guess. He would never underestimate your intelligence, and in all honesty Spencer had a feeling you probably already had the answer, you were just giving him the benefit of the doubt. Always putting him first. He couldn’t help but chew on the inside of his cheek, containing the goofy smile the thought brought.

“It is the beginning of eternity, the end of time and space, the beginning of the end and the end of every space. What is it?” Spencer asked, and you furrowed your brows.

“Are you seriously giving me a riddle right now?” you gawked, “That’s my clue?”

“You said not to make it easy on you,” he pointed out, and you were slightly taken aback by his sudden confidence. It was a good look on him, confidence. You took a mental note to point it out to him later.

“Touché.”

-

The riddle played on your mind the rest of the afternoon. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t interfere with your work just a little.

Leaning back in your chair, fiddling with the pen in your hand, you silently mouthed the words to yourself over and over again - trying to make sense of what the answer was.

The first to notice the contemplation spread across your features was Morgan. He approached your desk, propping himself against the item and crossing his arms. Your eyes snapped up and you immediately took note of the grin circling his lips.

“What’s on your mind, pretty lady?”

“A riddle.” you answered honestly.

Derek furrowed his brows. “A riddle?”

You nodded.

“Well, care to share? Maybe I can be of some assistance.” Morgan offered, leaning down towards you for a brief second.

“No,” you hummed, “I think I got this.”

Derek rolled his eyes, scoffing. “You and your secrets.”

The comment made you chuckle, but before you got to say anything back, Morgan continued, “I thought the mysteries ended when Elle left. The two of you always giggling and whispering to one another.”

Your eyes widened a little and you hopped on your feet. The action seemingly insignificant, but enough to alarm the man leaning against your desk.

“What?” he asked, “Did I say something wrong?”

You shook your head, a wide smile appearing on your face. “No. You said something exactly right.” And with that you were rushing out of the bullpen, in search for the young doctor.

You found him about five minutes later in the file room, too deep in thought to even hear you approach, so he just about jumped out of his skin when you walked up behind him and exclaimed: “The letter E!”

Spencer turned on his heel to face you. Palms of his hands instantly began to sweat when he registered how close you were standing to him.

“W-what?” he managed to breathe.

“It is the beginning of eternity, the end of time and space, the beginning of the end and the end of every space,” you repeated the riddle before adding, “The answer is the letter E and the E is for Elle! Elle told you, didn’t she?!”

Spencer gaped at you for a moment, taking note of the giddy look in your eyes and the proud smile. He then proceeded to inhale a whiff of your perfume which was now overpowering all of his senses.

“Spencer, did Elle tell you?” you enquired, poking his arm, and in turn dragging him back to earth.

The young doctor quickly nodded his head. “Y-yes. She did.”

“Why? I mean… How does that even come up in conversation?” you weren’t angry, no. As far as Spencer could tell you were just curious.

“Because, uhm... She said if I-I knew something... intimate... about you...” he paused and swallowed his breath, “... I would have an easier time asking you out.”

As soon as the confession escaped his lips, he inhaled a sharp breath and waited. Waited for you to tell him you don’t want to go out with him before apologising and walking out, leaving him all alone to wallow. But that never happened.

Instead, your hand was now grasping his, your thumb gently rubbing circles into his burning skin. Spencer’s knees buckled at your touch, and he hoped you didn’t see the slight shake.

“Why didn’t you? Ask me, I mean.” you wondered, breaking the silence.

“B-because I didn’t think you liked me like that.” Spencer replied, exhaling the breath he was holding.

You licked your lips and smiled at the brunette doctor. “Well, I think you should ask me now.”

“Uhm...” he swore if his heart was beating any faster it would explode, which was not entirely impossible, “Y/N, would you- do you want to go on a date with me sometime?”

Smiling at him, you leaned upwards and placed your lips to his cheek. You kissed it gently before once again meeting his gaze, “I would love to.”

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[ange1s]

cherry emoji - mark lee

synopsis: in which mark asks to see your boobs, and the idea you had of your relationship is thrown up in the air.

wc: 3.6k

genre: this is so fluffy it hurts, some angst but nothing crazy

tw: suggestive themes (boobs), swearing

playlist: pluto projector by rex orange county, ivy by frank ocean, tapestry by bruno major

a/n: guess whos back ,, back again ,,, ange1s back ,,, tell a friend,,,, also this is unedited so i'm sorry if theres a mistake :')

my anon asks are open !! feel free to ask me anything or request something <3

“i have a weird question.” mark says timidly. you’re sat on the floor, your back against his bed playing a rhythm game on your phone. he is sat at his desk, parallel to his bed, but with the rolling chair swivelled around to face you straight ahead. you don’t look up.

“hmm.” you hum, focused on the game.

mark swallows. “can i see your boobs?”

you drop your phone into your lap, forgetting about the game. you look up at him, straight into his eyes, and you giggle.

“wait, what?”

mark avoids your eyes almost fearfully, as if you were a detective questioning him for a crime. “can i see your boobs?” softer, this time.

you let out a shallow laugh. “don’t you watch porn? there are boobs there.”

mark blushes. “no! i mean, yes i do, but not real boobs.”

you cross your arms under your boobs on purpose, just to push them up a little higher to drive him nuts. mark sits back in his chair in frustration.

“so you think women aren’t real? that all boobs in porn are fake? jeez mark i thought you cared about women-“

“no! that’s not what i meant!” he says, exasperated. he continues to avoid eye contact with you. “of course i don’t think-“

you laugh again, keeling over. “relax mark, i know you don’t think all women are plastic.”

“look, there’s nothing wrong with being plastic, women can do whatever they-“ mark speaks quickly and nervously as if he were on trial.

“shut up minhyung,” you cut him off with a softer, more serious tone. “why do you want to see my boobs? you’re famous and cute. you could instantly find boobs wherever you go.”

he chuckles. “the word boob is so funny.”

“not the point, minhyung!”

he leans back over, the embarrassment slowly washing away. “stop calling me minhyung!”

“never, minhyung!” you retort without even thinking. you stand up to sit on his bed, now at eye level with him. “now, explain.”

“i… i dunno. i’ve just never seen boobs before. like, in person.”

you look directly at him, brain not even thinking anymore. words just fly out of your mouth with ease. “were you breastfed?”

“y/n!” he exclaims out of frustration. the embarrassment fizzles back in. he throws his head to the back of his chair and covers his eyes with his palm dramatically. he runs his hand down his face, tugging on the soft skin as it travels down. as his hand makes it back down to his lap, you giggle a little louder. “my mom’s boobs don’t fucking count. god, you made me think of my mom’s boobs. what the fuck?”

“sorry,” you manage in between giggles. “sorry, this is so funny.”

“this is impossible. i knew i shouldn’t have asked you.” mark pulls himself out of the chair and heads for the door, but you’re just as fast as him.

“now wait…” you grab his wrist to keep him from leaving. a wave of guilt washes over you. “i was just kidding.”

“were you? you didn’t sound like you were.” he says, his face still turned away from yours.

he sounds strangely hurt. “mark, are you okay?”

mark turns to face you and he looks defeated. he slumps down on the floor next to you, his knees up near his chest and his head in his hands.

“mark…”

“they were making fun of me.”

“who?”

“my friends! they were making fun of me. god, i sound like such an idiot now, whining about my friends like this, oh my god. i sound like a child.”

you rest your elbow on his shoulder giving your hand access to run through his soft, black hair. “you don’t sound like a child. you’re allowed to get upset.”

you take note at how the air shifted in the room. how quickly you focused and listened. you’re only like this around mark. with him, conversations can shift in an instant to anything. you understand each other on a deep, personal level. it’s something you don’t think you’ll ever have with another person for your entire life. maybe your soulmate. honestly? you can only dream to have this sort of connection with your soulmate, a connection so alive and so full of trust. is it even possible to have this with someone else? the fact that mark can make you think about how much he trusts you during a conversation about boobs is something only mark can make you feel. no one else. just him.

has it always been just him?

���it’s so stupid though. one minute lucas is bugging me about the fact that i’m a virgin and i’ve never seen boobs before and the next minute i’m on the floor of my bedroom with you, still not having seen any boobs mind you, nearly crying. damn. this is the lowest point i will ever reach.”

you push his hands away from his face and place your hands on his cheeks instead. “mark, please don’t cry. i hate it when you cry.”

the last time you saw mark cry was a month ago after watching a disney movie. seeing him cry just makes you cry, and since you were already crying, you just cried harder. seeing you cry makes him cry too, so he cried harder as well. the two of you just cried together until your heads hurt, to which you both took tylenols and tried to dance it off.

“i’m pathetic. insecure and pathetic.”

this is when you realize that there is more depth to his feelings than you thought.

“look, mark, i’ll show you my boobs. i trust you. i’m honestly surprised you haven’t seen them accidentally yet since i’ve known you for so long.” you chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. didn‘t work. “but i get the feeling that there’s more to this then just boobs.”

mark never really vented to you like this before. despite how close you are, he still kept things from you growing up, as a teenage boy does. you never took offense to this, as you kept plenty from him too. he never quite talked about his insecurities, his fears. he didn’t want to burden you with them. mark, so sweet and thoughtful. maybe too much for his own good. he needs to learn to share things.

he's starting to, though.

it takes him a while to speak, avoiding your eyes entirely. he speaks lowly, as if he was scared to tell the world what he was about to say.

“it’s just… everything about this sucks. everything. i’m kinda scared to tell you things, which can make us drift apart because we lose trust. then again, if i do tell you things, i’m scared it’ll freak you out and i’ll lose you. those are both bad endings. then, i’m scared to put myself out into the world. like, lucas is telling me to just find someone. go out, ask for a number, have a good time, live like someone in their 20s should be living. i can’t really do it though. every time i try, i choke. lucas once tried to set me up, you remember that, right?”

“yeah, that was the girl who stood you up.”

“yeah. it’s awful. every time i try it fails. i’ve been trying to get to the bottom of why it fails every single time but i just couldn’t. but then, i realized.” he shifts and faces you causing your hands to fall off his face and into your lap. “when i came home after being stood up, i wasn’t sad. i forgot the moment i left the restaurant. i texted lucas that the date didn’t happen and just shut my phone off and went to your place. i wasn’t sad because i knew i had you. i knew that you were going to make me feel better and that made it all go away.” he pauses. “you know? sometimes i get worried that i put too much on you. you’re my happiness, my relaxation, my joy. i worry sometimes that you’ll suffocate because i take so much from being with you. i keep this in the back of my head all the time because i just don’t want you to go. ever.”

holy shit.

“mark…”

“let me finish. i talked about this with lucas, and he told me that i can let myself be selfish sometimes. he said that i can want this that… that i can want you. i can think about you and how you make me happy and i can want that happiness yesterday, today, and tomorrow, and the day after. shit, i care about you more than anything. my heart swells and my stomach gets all these annoying little butterflies when i think of you. it’s fucking crazy. and now, today, here i am. you know, lucas, jaemin and i were talking about girls and boobs and fuck i don’t know, jaemin said that i just had to get that intimacy with someone. and it just fucking clicked. the only person i want to be intimate with is you and i’m thinking now that maybe i was stupid for asking to see your boobs. which is so stupid, i could’ve just asked to kiss you or share a bed with you or i don’t know. i’m really sorry if that was gross of me. i just wasn’t thinking. it’s so damn hard to think straight when it comes to you. i just really want to be closer to you, however that might be.”

your heart races at a speed that doctors would deem impossible. you don’t know what to think or where to look. you feel like you’re going to explode. though, if you explode, he’ll probably explode too. that wouldn’t be good.

mark looks down. he fills with regret. he doesn’t think he should've said that. maybe you'll hate him now. maybe you’ve never felt this way about him before.

you inhale slowly, trying to convince your lungs that breathing is normal and not something that can just stop when hearing speeches like this.

what is the proper thing to say? mark i love you? but do you love him? everything is so confusing right now. of course you love him, but you never considered love in this way. can i kiss you? too forward? but he wants intimacy, and you want it too. i feel the same way? boring. you can do better. mark, and his way with words. so beautiful. how do you compete? mark, you’re beautiful. mark is so beautiful. you try so hard to compose the words. maybe too hard. maybe it’s okay to go with option 3.

now, they just flow out. “mark… i think i feel the same way you do. i don’t know it’s just- i’ve always felt some sort of way toward you. something is so special about you. i spent years trying to decipher it, thinking it was just something platonic or brotherly or i dunno. i just never considered… this. i don’t even know what to call this. but it feels right. you’ve always felt right.”

he has. and he always will. he looks at you so lovingly, his enamoured gaze stuck on you. you can’t look up at him, but he watches you.

you continue. “fuck, i don’t know what to say. i’m so… god.” you run your fingers through your hair, as if to comb your brain in search for the right words. “i think you’re so beautiful. everything about you. and i’m so fucking grateful to have someone as amazing as you in my life. i don’t know what i did to deserve someone like you, and i feel like i really don’t deserve you. but it feels right. to be with you. to be alone with you. it’s just right.”

you let a little tear trickle down your cheek. you know if you look up at him, you’ll probably cry harder. you know this well, yet you look up.

“i don’t know what i did to deserve you either.” mark sighs. it’s his turn to wipe your tears now.

“so… what is this? what… are we?” you ask, melting into his hand, which somehow feels softer on your face.

“i don’t know. we can be whatever you want us to be.”

you playfully punch his shoulder, his hands sliding off your cheeks. “come on, you know i hate it when you say that.”

he gets defensive. “and you know i hate it when you hit me! you have a strong hand, yanno? shit!”

you laugh at him, clearing the last unwanted tear off your cheek with the pad of your thumb. “what can i say? gained strength from all those pillow fights over the years.”

“yeah, pillow fights i won.”

“shut up! you know i won the one at jeno’s party!”

mark laughs aloud. your favourite sound. “yeah, because everyone was drunk and you were still on your second drink. it was a very unevenly matched fight!”

“i still won!” you cross your arms and sit up straight as if you assert dominance over the conversation. who are you kidding? it’s all a joke anyways.

you crack after a moment and both of you erupt in a fit of giggles. his head falls into the crook of your neck, and it feels right. it’s almost as if your skin buzzed. you don’t know why, he’s done this many times before. but now, it’s different. the air has shifted again, so quickly. only with mark.

when he comes off of your neck, you stand up. you walk up to the door of his room, and lock it.

“y/n, what-“

you sit on his bed. “can’t have someone walk in while you’re ogling at my boobs, right? i know you and you’d never be able to live that down.”

mark is quick to stand up in defence. “what? no, we don’t have to do that anymore. i said my piece and im over the boob thing and-“

“shut up mark. you know you want to. and i kinda wanna show you too.”

he sits down on the bed across from you without another word but before either of you can move, he speaks again. “wait, kinda? please don’t feel obligated. only do this if you’re-“

“minhyung, please! i want to, ok? i really appreciate how you’re taking care of me but it’s fine. i trust you, and you trust me, right?”

he swallows hard. “right.”

“okay, perfect.” you pull your shirt off over your head, leaving you in your bra. if this was with any other boy, you’d be self conscious about literally everything: the bra you chose, the shape of your body, the hair in the places you let grow out. with mark, none of it matters now. he’s seen you in bathing suits before, this isn’t much different. and knowing how much he cares for you anyways, you know his head is clouded with praise and nothing less. his brain is working so fast right now, he probably won’t even register any imperfections.

“can i take your bra off?” mark sputters out as if he were holding onto the words for hours. “or wait, fuck-“

“yes, you can.”

he is almost shocked at your answer, and it shows. mark’s hands move slowly, his skin slightly cold as he grazes your skin. he leans in unbelievably close to wrap his arms around you to reach your back. he feels your breath on his chin, and your beautiful eyes look so sweet as you look up at him. when he finds the clasp, he kisses your nose as he pulls away, your bra coming back with him. you straighten your arms so the straps fall right off, showing your boobs.

mark is shocked. flabbergasted, even. his jaw almost drops in a shameless, teenaged boy way.

“dang. they’re so cute.”

you scoff. “cute? first boobs of your life and all you have to say is cute?”

“well what else can i say? i am not very well versed in the vast vocabulary that exists to describe your boobs.” he chuckles. “jeez, why is the word boob so fucking funny?”

you can’t help but smile timidly alongside him. that is what mark does, he makes you feel safe no matter what the situation. mark is always worried about you, worried if you are feeling comfortable and if you are okay with what is going on. he never wants things to be tense when you are around, because he hates to see you upset.

right now, you are the opposite of upset.

“y/n,” he brings your attention back to him. you hum in response. “can i touch?”

you freeze for a moment, and nod timidly. mark scoots a little bit closer, and reaches out with his right hand to gently cup your left breast. his hand is warm, and your skin needs a second to adjust to his temperature. he squeezes the flesh in the absolute slightest way, and quickly brings his hand back. he laughs almost exasperated.

“oh my god, it’s squishy? boobs are squishy?! why did that never register in my head?” he laughs loudly, as if he had just discovered something monumental.

“you’re just finding out now? oh my god mark, that’s common knowledge!”

mark looks down, his cheeks red from laughing. “dang, i’m so touch starved that i never knew until now that boobs are squishy. insanity.”

“the more you bring it up, the sadder it gets.” you reply.

he looks up at you with scrunched eyebrows. “don’t be mean. can i touch again?”

“yes, you can.”

mark cups your left boob with his right hand again, this time running his thumb softly over the supple skin. he doesn’t know what his limits are yet. can he go further? can he touch other parts of your boobs? can he touch other parts of your body? he is scared of going too fast and scaring you. mark is doing his very best today to be as careful as possible, as this is probably, remarkably, the best day of his life so far.

he pushes his index finger into your boob gently to poke it, and you laugh softly. at this point, you are just looking down at mark’s hand on your body. honestly, the fact that he isn’t doing anything is almost relaxing.

you look at how slowly his finger moves, like your skin is made up of the most delicate material in the world. he holds you with such care, such control. it is a feeling you want to feel again, and again, and again.

mark inhales slowly. he wants to go further. he wants more. he doesn’t know how you feel yet, but he will wait for you every step of the way.

but just as he opens his mouth, he hears a thud on his door. “mark hyung, we’re home! is y/n here? come eat with us!”

you both jump, as jaemin’s loud voice destroys the entire atmosphere. mark turns a cute shade of pink almost immediately, and takes his hand off of your skin. you are surprised at first, but lose all tension as you watch mark’s reaction. the poor boy is so embarrassed, but even more upset at how shortly your time was cut off. you laugh as he grabs your bra and tries to put it back on you. unfortunately, he cannot figure out how to close the back shut.

“i’m here! we’ll be there in a sec.” you shout, sparing mark from saying something stupid. you clip your bra straps together, and pull your shirt back on.

mark looks upset. “i’m so sorry they cut us off. they were supposed to be out all day, fuck. i’m sorry-”

“mark, baby, it’s okay. you didn’t know. besides, this isn’t ending here.”

mark looks up at you. “baby?”

“oh gosh, i don’t know where that came from. i’m sorry.”

“no no, its cute. i like it. baby. it just…”

“makes sense?”

he nods. “yeah. this makes sense. it really does.”

mark’s heart pounds in his chest as he takes your hands in his. today, they feel softer, warmer. he inhales sharply once again, hoping this time jaemin doesn’t break his door down, or something of the sort.

his thumb does the thing again, rubbing your skin gently. “y/n, i don’t want to be friends anymore. i think we are more than friends.”

you smile. “i do too. this makes sense.”

mark feels like he is going to explode. that would be bad though, because if he exploded, you would too. that wouldn’t be good for anyone.

“so i guess you’re my girlfriend now.”

you giggle softly. “that sounds so much better than best friend.”

“dang, it kinda does, doesn’t it?”

you let go of his hands and climb off his bed. he follows instantly after you do. right before you go to unlock the door, mark takes your hand once again, and turns you to face him.

you heart races as you lock eyes with him. you cannot believe everything that happened today. how your best friend, who you’d known for your whole life, confessed everything he felt for you, and poked your boobs mere minutes after. and that’s okay, because that’s mark. your mark.

“do we have to go down? i really want to see your boobs again.”

you lean over and place a kiss on his cheek, which causes him to lose his train of thought completely. “you’ll see them again soon, i promise. but if we don’t go down, jaemin will come upstairs and try opening your door. you know him, he’ll freak out when he sees that it’s locked. we’d get found out before we even have a chance to start.”

mark sighs. “fine. no more boobs today. guess i’ll just have to suffer without your boobs in my hands. shit, how am i going to survive?”

you unlock the door, and twist the handle. “well baby, i guess you’ll have to figure it out.”

[midnightstar-90]

Live Laugh Love~ Georgie Cooper x Reader

Poker, Faith, and Eggs

Summary: Sheldon's faith is shaken when his dad goes to the hospital.

Narrator's POV

Today felt like any other day for the Coopers. Missy would be doing what any little girl would be doing, and that was dressing up while rocking out to her favorite song. You could find Y/N and Georgie trying to one-up each other's trick shots while throwing firecrackers. And last but not least you could find Sheldon playing cards with Meemaw. There was one reason today wasn't like most, and that's because of one hospital visit.

Y/N'S POV

Yesterday Night

"Hey Georgie," I called out before I did the splits in the air and throwing the firecracker. Georgie watched in amazement, but when I turned to him he looked as if he wasn't impressed. "How did that song go again? 'Anything you can do, I can do better," Georgie told me. Georgie tried to do the move I did, but it didn't turn out the way he had hoped. I laughed and said, "I think you should stick to football. I'm gonna go get a drink." As I walked in I heard a "Yeah, okay".

I walk back into the house and see Sheldon and Meemaw playing cards. "Hi, Meemaw. Hi, Sheldon." They both said hello back then continued their game. I grab myself a glass of water and decide to watch the two play their game.

"I bet a nickel," Sheldon said after flinching from hearing a firecracker. "Are they really that scared of the firecrackers?" I thought inside my head still watching them play. MeeMaw stops the game to teach Sheldon what a poker face is. I don't think Sheldon understood because he still thought that Meemaw had bad cards, which led Sheldon to decide to not fold. MeeMaw ended up winning.

I smiled and shook my head. Sheldon was upset about his loss. I went over to Sheldon and gave him a side hug before saying, "Don't feel bad, Sheldon. I just beat your brother in a trick-shot battle. Sorry if the sounds scared you." MeeMaw congratulated me and Sheldon said, "Really? You guys had us jumping in our seat with that battle, AND he's still going." "I know. I'm sorry," I told Sheldon while messing up his hair. Sheldon fixed his hair, and then Mary walked into the house.

"Mom I'm home. What's he doing up?" Mary asked walking into the kitchen. Meemaw replies with "losing" when another firecracker goes off. Everyone jumps but me, leaving a smirk on my face. George goes to check it out. "Wrong timing dude," I said to myself, holding my head down. Before George makes it out the door Meemaw says, "I sent Georgie and Y/N on a beer run, and tipped them with firecrackers." Mary and George look at me, and I just look away.

Missy scared me when she ran down the stairs yelling, "I ATE SO MUCH CANDY!". Meemaw takes the silence and looks from Mary as a sign to leave. As Meemaw leaves, Georgie pops another firecracker. Everyone but me again jumps, making me laugh. Mary gives me an angry look, which makes me laugh harder.

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Present Day

Meemaw, Missy, Sheldon, Mary, and I were all at church.  Pastor Jeff explains to the church how he knows there is a god. When Pastor Jeff said that his logic of if there is a god was math, Sheldon and I cringed so hard. Mary was listening and loving everything she was hearing.

(Y/N's Church Dress)

I knew something was going to happen between Pastor Jeff and Sheldon, and I was right. Sheldon raises his hand and says, "that's wrong." Mary tries to keep the attention off of her family, but Pastor Jeff reassures her. "Sheldon, is it? Why don't you come on up here and tell me how I'm wrong," Pastor Jeff tells Sheldon. Everyone was still looking at us. I was holding in my laugh, and Mary elbowed me.

Everyone in the family knew how Sheldon gets when he proves people wrong, which left a concerned face on both Mary and Meemaw. Missy woke up from her nap, just as Sheldon walked past her. Sheldon sits with Pastor Jeff and tells him how he has mixed up possibilities with probabilities. Meemaw and I watch and comment to each other about how their conversation would go. MeeMaw was my second favorite "Cooper" family member, but she was super close to Georgie in the Cooper family battle. Sheldon looked defeated on that battle against the pastor, but I knew with all my heart that that would not be the last time we have a Sheldon V.S. Pastor Jeff battle.

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Georgie and I were in the backyard, on the swing set. We laughed and had a nice conversation. "I saw some of your practice today," Georgie said as we calmed down from our laugh. I quickly responded to Georgie with a smile, "Yeah, was I good?" Georgie smiled and looked at me before saying, "Well, I don't know much about cheerleading, but you looked good when you did that backflip."

I don't think Georgie meant I looked good the way I thought he meant I looked good. I just turned my head towards the boy, and both of our faces were close together. We stared at each other for about a minute before Georgie broke the silence, "I also saw Sarah fall, which was pretty funny." I looked away, laughing with a slight blush on my cheeks. "I think we should go inside," I say quickly, trying to help release the tension. "Yeah"

We walked into the house, and the tension was instantly higher than outside. Georgie sees Meemaw and asks what's going on. Missy just comes right out and says, "Dad's in the hospital." Georgie and I look at each other with a concerned look. "Why is George in the hospital?" I asked turning back to the trio. Meemaw says he's gonna be fine, but Sheldon interrupts saying, George had chest pains. Georgie fights Meemaw on going to the hospital, Meemaw says he'll be fine.

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All of us kids are sitting on the couch while MeeMaw checked the fridge for something. The phone rang, and Meemaw quickly answered it. I wasn't as scared for George as Georgie was. It's not because I don't care, but because I knew George. George is strong, and he would fight to be with his family.

The person I was worried about was Georgie. Georgie was always close with his father. I know with all my heart that Georgie will do anything in his power to make sure his father was okay. The best I can do is comfort him during this troubling time. I don't know much from when I was three, but I know from the stories told, that Georgie helped me when my parents died.

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11 years ago

Narrator's POV

Y/N and the Coopers were at Y/N's Parents' funeral. For a 3-year-old, Y/N was the saddest person in the whole building. The priest asked if there were any last words, and Y/N raised her hand. Everyone was shocked because the 3-year-old could barely talk. How could she say goodbye to her parents forever?

"Mommy, daddy, I know you are here. It kinda like hide and seek, except I stay here and you watch and protect me. I will miss you, but this isn't goodbye." The little girl said. Everyone felt bad that the girl knew what was happening.

Bedtime

Y/N and Georgie laid on their beds, which were in Georgie's room. Mary tucked Georgie in before making her way to Y/N's bed. Mary teared up seeing the girl. "You are so strong. And you're smart. You amazed everyone with your speech to your parents. I know you don't see it, but they are looking over you, and god is also," Mary said to the grieving toddler. Y/N looks at the woman and says, "Well, my mommy told me, on the day my grandma died, that she was looking after me."

Georgie was watching the whole interaction between his mom and new friend. When Mary walked out of the room after turning out the lights, Georgie jumped up from his bed and laid next to his soon-to-be best friend. He gave her a hug and held her until she fell asleep, with him soon following. That was the first time the two ever laid together when one was upset.

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Present Day

The four kids stood around a counter, waiting on news about their father. Sheldon breaks the silence, "What'd she say?" Connie tells the kids that the doctors are running some tests, but George would most likely be okay. Connie tells Missy and Sheldon to go get ready for bed, and Georgie continues to fight Connie on seeing his father. After the fight, Y/N follows Georgie to his room.

Y/N's POV

"Your father will be okay," I say sitting on Georgie's bed, trying to calm him down, but he continues to pace. "Are you gonna talk to me? We always talk to each other when we're upset." I don't get a response, but I do hear him mumbling. "What are you mumbling about?" Georgie just walks out of the room. I follow him out, rolling my eyes, and he turns and shhhs' me. Georgie walks up to Sheldon and Missy and asks them if they want to come with him to see their father.

We sneak out the back to get Meemaw's keys. Georgie shhs' me, I do it to Sheldon, and Sheldon does it to Missy. "Who do I shh?" We all turn back to Missy and shhh her. We continue to sneak, and I see that she fell asleep with a cigarette in her hand. 'That's not safe.' I thought. Georgie quickly grabs Meemaw's keys. Sheldon and Georgie have a quick argument, then we head out.

Missy heads for the front seat when I come behind her and tell her to beat it. Missy rolls her eyes and gets into the backseat. When I get in, I immediately go to turn on the radio. "What are you doing?" Georgie asked, stressed from worrying about his father. "I thought music would lighten the mood. Also, I know how you drive, and we need something to kill time." Georgie rolls his eyes and tells me to turn it off. Missy watches the two and says, "Could you guys stop acting like a married couple, and get this car moving?" Georgie and I look at each other once again, before we turn away blushing. We all buckle up, which I don't think Sheldon needs. The boy looks like a human punching bag.

Georgie drives worse than I thought. We hit several curbs and trashcans before I tell Georgie to stop the car. "Do you even know how to get to the hospital?" Missy asks Georgie. "Yeah, it's across from the Dairy Queen," Georgie answers Missy. "Nope, get out," I say, getting out of the car. "What are you doing?" "Switching spots with you. Now, get out." Georgie gets out also, and switches with me. I start driving and the ride is much smoother than when Georgie drove.

We see an ambulance, and I speed up and follow it. "Why are you following an ambulance?" Georgie asked me. "How are we friends? Ambulance equals hospital. Hospital equals your father." Georgie thinks about it and says an extended "Oh".

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"Mom," Sheldon yells, running to his mother. "Meemaw, there you are. We looked back and didn't see you in the hallway. We were basically lost," I said, gaining a knowing look from Meemaw. We all let Mary know that we want to see George. Mary questions why we're here, but Meemaw used a bluff.

"Georgie, hand me my keys," Meemaw says with her hand out. "Actually, I have them. By the way, If there are any dents, Georgie switched halfway through," I say. Meemaw then explains to us, that if we want the benefits of her watching us, then we can't tell, Mary about any of this. We all agree with Meemaw.

Georgie and I sit down. Georgie and I use each other as pillows, with my head on his shoulder, and his head on my head. "Your father will be okay. He's strong, and so is his son," I reassured Georgie. "Yeah, thanks" I see Sheldon and immediately take him under my arm and let him rest. I fall asleep right after him.

I wake up to Mary saying George will be fine. She then invites us to see George. Georgie walk to the hospital room with both of us in a side hug.

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Narrator's POV

The Coopers were ALL at church again, and Pastor Jeff and Sheldon were back at it again. Y/N and Georgie were cracking up. "This is what you miss every week," I say to Georgie. Mary and George come to the conclusion, that faking a heart attack could get them out of the argument. So, that's what they did. Y/N was disappointed that they didn't get to finish their argument, but she got more time with her family, and that is what matters.