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taeyongdoyoung · 2 years

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pairing: seungmin x gn!reader

side couple: OC daisy x minho

genre: strangers to academic rivals to platonic soulmates

author’s note: this is a special gift for my golden rejiever @serizawasan i sincerely hope they like it because i put my soul into it 🥺

word count: 5.7k

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It was a rainy summer night when you met Kim Seungmin. Your friend Daisy wanted to support her boyfriend's band at some bar and she had dragged you with her against your will. Only you hadn't expected to enjoy the experience so much. Whenever the weather was rainy, you were generally the type to opt for staying inside, reading a book with a cup of coffee in your hand. You didn't like huge crowds or talking to strangers, they made you anxious. But this was different. The bar wasn't too big and you were together with Daisy, so it wasn't that bad. And her boyfriend's band was pretty good, actually. Especially the guitarist. There was something about him that captivated you. It was as if he was pouring all his emotions into the song. Just playing an instrument wasn't enough. He had something special. You didn't know him and yet, you could instinctively tell there was a hidden lonelines about him. You could relate to that. Even when you were surrounded by people, you felt...alone. Something about the handsome stranger's eyes told you that he was just like you.

After the band's performance was over, your friend Daisy hurried to congratulate her boyfriend.

"You were great, babe! As always," she exclaimed and kissed his cheek.

"I know," Minho responded with a smirk. "I see you brought your friend," he pointed out, tilting his head in your direction.

"Yeah, this is Y/N. I've told you about them!"

"Nice to finally meet you," Minho shook your hand. "Did you enjoy our performance?"

"Yeah, it was alright," you murmured and mentally slapped forehead. Alright was an understatement. They were super good! Especially the guitarist.

Minho chuckled as if he could see right through you. Maybe he could. You remembered Daisy once mentioning you had the same zodiac sign as her boyfriend. What if there was some telepathical connection between Scorpios?

"Alright, well, me and the guys are gonna get some drinks. You want anything?"

You shook your head, while Daisy asked for a strawberry margarita. With Minho out of earshot, she immediately asked:

"Why didn't you order a drink? You're gonna need one if you wanna talk to the guitarist."

"I hate you for being so perceptive," you rolled your eyes.

"You love me," Daisy stuck her tongue out at you. "His name is Kim Seungmin, in case you're interested. I could introduce you."

"I'm not interested," you denied. "And even if I was, how am I supposed to even talk to him? You know how awkward I get around strangers."

"Well, technically, he's not a stranger," Daisy pointed out. "He's my boyfriend's friend...so that makes him a friend of a friend?"

"Minho is not my friend," you replied.

"Ouch," Daisy placed a hand on her heart, feigning offence. "Anyways, the offer still stands."

"Thanks, but I'll pass."

Daisy shrugged, about to let it go, when Minho that damned menace had to waltz in and ruin your solitude.

"Brought you your drink," he told Daisy. "And also brought Seungmin."

"Hi," Seungmin greeted shyly.

Oh, no. Why was his voice as pretty as him?

"You know my girlfriend Daisy," Minho said. "And this is her friend Y/N," you were introduced before you could argue against it.

"Lovely to meet you," he shook your hand, his grip firm and yet gentle, for some reason making you wish you could hold his hand forever. "What did you think of our performance?"

"You were pretty amazing. I mean, it...the performance...I mean..." Gosh, you wanted the earth to swallow you whole.

"Huh," Minho eyed you suspiciously. "A few moments ago, they said it was just alright," he quoted you.

That traitor.

"Shh," Daisy pressed her palm against her boyfriend's mouth and pulled him to the side, attempting to give you and Seungmin some privacy to get to know each other. Your adored your friend but this was a terrible idea.

"Thanks, uhm...I'm glad you had fun," Seungmin mumbled, scratching the back of his head.

"It was like...when you were performing, you conveyed all of your emotions and they poured out of you, captivating everyone. Music is not as easy as just learning how to play. Not that playing an instrument is easy. It totally isn't. I mean...there's much more to it. You managed to express all this tenderness and yearning and...loneliness. It was absolutely brilliant and I couldn't keep my eyes off you. Sorry if this got...too personal. I don't usually share that much with strangers."

Seungmin stared at you puppy-eyed, completely awestruck by what you'd just told him.

"Don't apologize. This is the most profound feedback I've ever received about my music. I appreciate it. Truly."

You nodded, not sure what to say next. Unfortunately, Seungmin took your silence for lack of interest in getting to know him better.

"Right, erm, I'll get going. I'm pretty tired and..."

"You don't have to explain yourself to me," you responded coldly. Damnit, you hoped you hadn't come off as rude. You just...had difficulties maintaing a normal conversation. You couldn't do small talk. You either lapsed into a monologue that was way too deep for a first meeting or into silence.

"Right," he said again. "I hope you come to more of our gigs. See you around."

"See ya."

You didn't come to any of the band's performances despite your friend begging you multiple times.

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You hadn't expected to run into Seungmin ever again. But fate seemed to have other plans. With the arrival of the first cold winds of autumn, it was time for university to start. And you were beyond surprised to find him in your class. You wondered if he remembered you. Some part of you hoped he didn't, you didn't want to recall how vulnerable you'd been that night. A hidden part of you hoped he did, that you'd left a kind of trace, small as it was, in his mind. Because you hadn't been able to forget him, no matter how much you tried to focus on other things.

He didn't approach you the first couple of weeks. And neither did you. Maybe it was for the best. Maybe all was forgotten. But then, you started noticing something that rubbed you the wrong way. Despite both you and Seungmin having the highest grades in your class, the professors treated him differently than you. They were so nice to him, constantly praising him for his hard work. That was so unfair! You were sacrificing your sleep, your mental health and your social life in order to be perfect. But the professors didn't seem to notice you. They were always talking about Seungmin. Especially Mr. Kim. You wondered if they were related, having the same surname and all that.

"They became so buddy-buddy in the span of weeks!" you complained to Daisy over the phone one evening.

"In what sense?" she wanted to know more.

"I overheard Seungmin calling Mr. Kim by his first name Namjoon!" you groaned. "I wish that was me."

"Alexa play Daddy Issues by The Neighbourhood," Daisy giggled.

"Shut uuup. Whose side are you on?"

"Yours, angel. Always. If you want me to murder Seungmin for you, I will. Want me to hide a body? I've already dug the grave."

"You're terrible," you sighed loudly.

"I love you, too," Daisy chuckled. "Try to get some sleep, yeah? You have a morning class tomorrow, right?"

"Ugh, don't remind me. I'll have to see Seungmin's face again. I'll need at least three coffees to get me through the day."

"Take care of yourself, sweetie."

"Good night, Daisy," you murmured and hung up.

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The next day was a day from hell. First, you'd overslept and were 10 minutes late for your class, which made you feel like shit. You hated the judgemental look professors had on their faces whenever a student walked inside the lecture hall, filled with half-asleep students who had miraculously gotten there on time. Ugh. Then, you had to wait in a ridiculously long queue during your break because you couldn't possibly function without the daily dose of caffeine. To top it all, during your final class for the day you found out you had to work in a group project. With none other than Kim Seungmin. Great.

You groaned loud enough for the entire room to hear you. Oh, shit.

"What's up with you lately?" Seungmin confronted you after the class.

"What do you mean?" you raised your eyebrows.

"I mean, back in the summer, you were so nice to me about my music. And now that we're in the same class, you glare at me like I stole your lunch money. What did I ever do to you?"

"None of your business," you snapped at him without meaning to.

"It's going to be my business if we're to work together on this project. Don't make this more difficult, darling."

"I'm not your darling," you hissed. Despite your first impression of him being rather positive, the more he talked, the more you wanted to shut him up. Also, why on earth did the professors prefer him over you? You were twice as hard-working and much nicer...to those who deserved it, anyways.

"Fine, whatever," Seungmin lifted his arms in frustration. "Meet you tomorrow after class at Starbucks."

"What?" you blinked in shock.

"To work on the project, dumbass," Seungmin grinned.

"Don't call me that."

"Did you think I was asking you out?" he teased. "In your dreams."

"Everything about you is a nightmare," you groaned.

"Don't be late, darling," Seungmin warned. "Unless you want to fall behind on this course."

You were indeed in danger of falling. But not in an academic sense.

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The following day was way better. You got to class on time and you were feeling more energized. Of course, it wasn't entirely helpful that you had to listen to your favourite professor Mr. Kim constantly praise Seungmin for his incredible work on the recent assignment and his outstaning class participation. You were sick of it. You were giving your best and no one cared.

"You should cut down on coffee," Seungmin commented after seeing you get what appeared to be the third cup for the day at Starbucks.

"You should keep your nose out of it," you replied, while purposefully maintaining eye contact while sipping your drink. This was so unlike you. During your first meeting with Seungmin, you'd been so nervous and awkward. Now that he was your academic rival, you were behaving like a totally different person. You didn't know why.

"I'm just worried about you," he shrugged.

"Why?" you were surprised by his sincerity.

"Because if you get sick, who'll help me finish this group project?" Seungmin joked.

"As if you need my help," you bit on your tongue a second too late. The words were already out.

"So, this is what it's about."

You didn't want to give him the satisfaction but he had already gotten close enough to the truth.

"Yes. I'm exhausted of busting my ass for nothing. The professors always prefer you. I'm sick of it, alright? I just want someone to tell me I'm doing a good job for once! All of my efforts go unnoticed."

"They don't go unnoticed."

"Yeah? Name one person who-"

"I notice."

You didn't know how to react. On the one hand, you were touched by his words. But on the other hand, you were still too frustrated to let him win.

"Yeah, well, you're not Mr. Kim," you blurted out.

"I could be whatever you wish to call me," Seungmin responded with a wink.

"Ew, gross," you grimaced. "Let's work on the project."

But the stupid tall boy seemed to have another idea.

"I notice," he repeated gently. "The way you bite your lips when you're really focused on something. The way you always have an extra pen or two in case someone in our class would need it. The way your notes are so tidy and how you highlight the important stuff. The way the left side of your kanken backpack is slightly torn but you don't want to throw it away because it's served you well for so long. The way you carry a little golden retriever keychain, hanging onto the belt loop of your jeans. The way your eyes light up when you are passionate about the topic you're speaking of. The way your smile is brighter than the stars and your pupils sparkle, made up of constellations. The way you don't want me to stop talking to you even if you pretend to dislike it. Trust me, I notice."

You gulped on nothing, unable to form a coherent sentence. This was the most beautiful thing anyone's ever said to you. And no words you could come up with appeared to be an adequate response.

"W-why are you telling me all this?" you sniffled. You hoped he didn't catch that.

"Because you deserve to hear it," Seungmin said laconically. Simple as that. "Okay, time to get started on this project."

You didn't press him further. But you were afraid by the time you were done with this project, sleep wouldn't be the only thing you'd lose.

"He's so annoying!" you exclaimed to your friend Daisy as you two were browsing through the shelves at the university library.

"If he annoys you so much, why don't you just ignore him?" Daisy pointed out.

"I can't. We have this project..."

"We're here now, it should be a welcome distraction. For someone you claim to dislike so much, you sure talk about him an awful lot."

You avoided her eyes, neither denying it nor confirming it.

"Oh my God. You like him!"

"He is the bane of my existence. The darkness himself. The worst thing about university."

"He's a human-sized puppy," Daisy chuckled, nudging your shoulder. "Admit it."

"Never," you were adamant.

"You'll eat your words one of these days."

"The only things I'll be eating are chicken nuggets."

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Despite your initial reservations, the more time you spent around Seungmin, working on this project, the more you realized how nice he was, how easy it was to talk to him about anything, really, not just discussing your academic work. You had a gradual change of heart but something else changed, as well. You noticed that more and more of the professors started acknowledging your hard work and praising you for it. At first, you took it for granted and just thought maybe your valiant efforts were finally starting to pay off. But when Mr. Kim (who never complimented anyone besides Seungmin) said you did a good job on your most recent assignment, you just felt something was wrong. Not that you weren't enjoying the attention, you totally were. But it was so sudden it appeared suspicious. After your class, you were supposed to meet Seungmin to work on the final elements of the project.

"Did you ask the professors to praise me every once in a while?" you confronted him instead of greeting him.

"Noo," Seungmin replied but he avoided your glare. He was a terrible liar.

"Just tell me the truth!" you groaned, exasperated by everything associated with Kim Seungmin.

"I thought it'd make you happy," he attempted to justify your actions. "I thought you'd no longer see me as a threat if-"

"Seungmin!" you exclaimed angrily. "I want them to praise me because I'm actually doing a good job, not because you bribed them into it!"

"I didn't bribe them!" Seungmin responded. "Just told them I think it's unfair they only pay attention to me when you're studying just as hard. I'm sorry, I know it was morally wrong to do that but...I didn't think you'd figure it out so quickly."

"That's right. For all your high grades, you never think, do you?" you sighed.

"I'm an F, of course I don't think," Seungmin tried to alleviate the tension at the café.

"Not the right time for jokes, Kim," you hissed at him.

"Look, I'm really sorry. How can I make it up to you? I can buy you coffee for the rest of the academic year or bring you homemade brownies that my roommate Felix keeps making."

"As tempting as these offers sound, I don't want you to exploit your poor roommate. Besides, I have something else in mind."

"Anything!" Seungmin promised immediately.

"I hate speaking in front of an audience. I know we worked on it together but...I would realy appreciate it if you presented."

"Done, done, I'm on it!" he agreed rightaway. "I promise I won't let you down."

"Thanks," you nodded, feeling a little better. You had been so nervous about next week but knowing Seungmin would present was such a relief. Wait, why were you thanking him? He owed you one for the stunt he'd pulled. "I mean, cool."

"Right," Seungmin chuckled. "So, let's finish this thing."

"Can't wait," you lied. You had to admit to yourself, you would miss talking to Seungmin so often. Accidentally brushing your hand against his pretty long fingers while writing, seeing his stunning smile, listening to his velvety voice, smelling his captivating perfume...He smelled like autumn and midnight rain, like the fur of a baby golden retriever after hopping in puddles for too long. His smiles were sunshine-personified and filled with so much warmth you felt you would burn if you got too close. His voice was like the most bittersweet melody you'd ever heard. His fingers were delicate, like an anguished writer's or a lonesome piano player. Wait, what was wrong with you? Since when had you remembered each detail about him? You were grateful Seungmin couldn't read minds or else this would have been very embarrassing.

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The next week arrived sooner than expected. As did the day of the presentation. You were quite relaxed before the class since Seungmin had promised he'd talk but you'd still decided to go through the main points and conclusions you'd drawn while preparing the project. Later, you would be grateful to yourself for doing so. The class began and Seungmin was nowhere to be seen. You messaged him a couple of times but there was no response. Luckily, the other groups would present first so you were still hopeful Seungmin would show up, albeit rather late. You were starting to panic when your turn arrived. Still no Seungmin.

"Y/N, the floor is yours," the professor said.

"Seungmin was supposed to present," you mumbled anxiously.

"That's not an excuse. Either do it yourself or you'll both get failed for this course," the professor said.

You had no choice but to go through with it. Your hands were shaking and you felt your heart thumping loudly in your chest. You tried to ease your breathing and focus to the best of your abilities. You felt as if the entire world was on the verge of collapsing on top of you. Everything was too much. You somehow managed to convey the most important ideas you'd developed in the project. You went through the presentation slides and explained some of the information on there.

At the end of the presentation, the professor seemed pleased enough by your performance to give you the highest grade possible and grant you with a reassuring smile. But you felt no satisfaction. You knew you had forgotten some of the facts in the project. But that wasn't what troubled you the most. Seungmin had let you down. He'd promised he would do this one thing you asked him to. And he hadn't even bothered to show up. You felt deeply disappointed. You knew you shouldn't have gotten your hopes up. But it still hurt. You needed to talk to someone. As soon as class ended, you messaged your friend on your way home.

You: I'm so upset

Daisy: What happened? Who do I have to kill?

You: Seungmin 🔪

Daisy: My boyfriend won't be very happy about that but anything for my favourite bee 💜

You: I knew I could count on you but actually I'm not texting to discuss murder plans. Can you ask Minho to send me Seungmin's location?

Daisy: Uh oh, you want to kill the giant puppy yourself?

You: I'm just gonna talk to him 🙂

Daisy: Why is the smiley face more concerning? But dw, I'll ask Minho

Five minutes later, you received a text from Daisy's boyfriend with Seungmin's coordinates.

Minho: Try not to kill my ex 🙄

You: WAIT SEUNGMIN IS YOUR EX?!?!

Minho: Why are you so surprised? Didn't Daisy tell you?

You: She probably thought it wasn't her secret do divulge...

As much as you were shocked, you knew your friend always had your best interest at heart so you couldn't exactly blame her.

Minho: It wasn't exactly a secret, I thought you knew. I mean, it wasn't a bad break-up so I didn't even bother deleting our old photos.

You: Sorry, I don't have the habit of stalking your social media

Minho: Your loss. My posts are outstanding. And my followership is huge.

You: So is your ego 🙂

Minho: Ouch 💔 I give you my ex's address for whatever reason you need it and this is all the thanks I get?

You: Thanks. Bye!

You closed the chat with Minho and walked towards Seungmin's home. It was nearby and you couldn't wait until you got there so that you could kick his ass for leaving you to present all by yourself.

Once you'd arrived at the door, you knocked angrily. You were greeted by a golden-haired boy with freckles whom you'd never seen before. You put two and two together.

"You must be Felix," you smiled. "I'm Seungmin's partner for this project at our university."

"Yeah, um, hi," Felix replied.

"I'm here to see Seungmin. Is he inside?"

"He is but now is not a good time."

"Not a good time? That asshole promised he would present our project and he didn't even-"

"He's really sick," Felix explained. "Like, high fever, excessive coughing, runny nose level of sick."

"Did he make you cover for him?" you were distrustful.

"No!" Felix was shocked. "If you don't believe me, you're free to walk inside and see for yourself."

You didn't wait to be asked twice as you made yourself at home. Felix showed you the way to Seungmin's room. When you saw him lying on his bed, curled up in fetal position, used tissues lying on the floor, his hair glistening with sweat, all your anger dissipated into thin air. You immediately felt bad for assuming the worst of him, when the reality was he had been struggling, as well. Just in a different way. You debated leaving because you thought he was asleep, but apparently, you'd been mistaken.

"You can stay if you want," Seungmin mumbled weakly.

"Seungmin, I'm so-"

"I'm sorry I couldn't present," he beat you to it. You had meant to apologize for showing up uninvited but Seungmin, as usual, was one step ahead of you.

"It's okay," you whispered.

"Did the presentation go well?" Seungmin wanted to know.

"You look like shit and you're worried about the presentation?" you were in disbelief.

"Thanks," Seungmin chuckled humourlessly.

"I didn't mean it like that. Can I get you something? I've heard soup or fruits help."

"I appreciate it but Felix already gave me those. You should go if you don't want to catch anything."

"A few moments ago you told me to stay," you were confused by all the mixed signals. Did Seungmin want you gone or not?

"I mean...it's really nice that you're here but I wouldn't wish such a bad flu on my worst enemy."

"Am I your worst enemy, then?" you teased.

"Not even close," Seungmin shook his head.

"I used to think you were mine," you confessed reluctantly.

"And now?"

"Now I'm not so sure anymore," you were tearing up. You didn't even know why. When had Seungmin started to mean so much for you?

"I'm the one down with the flu and yet you're the one who seems to need comforting more," Seungmin observed.

"I don't," you denied the truth. "I'm strong enough to handle everything myself."

"That's the thing. You don't need to. Everything you've been keeping...you can let it out. I'm right here."

You didn't realize what got into you as you rushed into his arms without thinking, burying your head into his chest. Once the tears started falling, there was no way to stop them.

"I'm so exhausted, Seungmin. Of always trying to be perfect. Of always doing my best and my best never being good enough to satisfy everyone. I'm so sick of it. I just want to exist comfortably as a human being without having to constantly prove myself. Is this too much to ask for?"

"It's not, darling," Seungmin held you tightly. "And you're wrong. You are more than enough. You don't have to be perfect, it's okay if you mess up every once in a while. And if anyone tells you otherwise, they're a fool. I'm so proud of you, alright? I'm sure you did an amazing job on the presentation and though I feel guilty for not being there for you, I am now. And will continue to be for as long as you'll have me."

"I told you not to call me darling," you said seriously but you weren't even angry. You'd needed to hear this so much. You hadn't even known how badly.

"Yeah, well, try to stop me, darling," Seungmin chuckled and kissed your forehead quickly, taking you by surprise.

"You're such an ass," you groaned but your words carried no venom. However, you couldn't wipe your grin off your face. You'd come here to yell at Seungmin and you'd ended up feeling like he understood you better than anyone. So much for him being the bane of your existence. Daisy would never let you hear the end of it once she found out. "Speaking of asses, why didn't you tell me Minho was your ex?"

"Didn't think it was relevant to our project," Seungmin shrugged.

"It's not but considering he's currently dating my friend Daisy, I think I ought to know more. Why did you two break up anyway?"

"We wanted different things. Our separation was amiable and by mutual consent."

"You make it sound like it was a divorce," you couldn't help but laugh. "Can't you be a little more specific?"

"It's...a sensitive topic."

"Come on, I had a whole breakdown in front of you. I think we're past that."

Seungmin sighed reluctantly but started talking anyway.

"As you've probably figured out already, Minho and Daisy are very...sexual beings. Not that it's a bad thing! It's just...not my thing."

"Oh," you knew exactly what Seungmin meant.

"Like...when I see a person that appears interesting, my wish is to get to know them on an emotional and intellectual level. Minho can't go one day without touching butts, which...good for him, I guess, but I never saw the appeal of it. I think him and Daisy work together so much better than I ever did with him. I'm just wired differently. I don't know if this makes sense..."

"It makes perfect sense!" you exclaimed. "This will probably sound weird but when I met you in the summer, I felt like you were similar to me in that regard, like you can "get" me. But then, you left so abruptly and I figured it was all in my imagination."

"I left because I thought I was making you feel uncomfortable!" Seungmin admitted.

"You weren't! I mean...I'm always awkward like that, in case you haven't noticed."

"Now I know (insert Doyoung meme). And it wasn't."

"Wasn't what?"

"Wasn't just your imagination. I also felt that way when you said that thing about the yearning and the loneliness. You have no idea how happy I was when I saw you in my class. And how sad I was when you were ignoring me."

"I thought you didn't even remember me," you laughed.

"You're pretty difficult to forget," Seungmin replied but your conversation was cut short by a strong coughing fit coming from him.

"Right, I should probably leave you to...um, recover. Sorry for outstaying my welcome or whatever," you mumbled nervously.

"You're always welcome," Seungmin but his usually velvety voice was now too quiet to hear.

"Still, I'll get going. I hope you feel better soon."

He grabbed your wrist before you could get up from the bed.

"We'll resume this conversation once I'm back to university, yes?"

"Yeah, of course," you agreed rightaway, even though you weren't sure what more there was to say. All you knew was that you didn't want to stop talking to Seungmin. Even with the project over, Seungmin's presence in your life had become a constant you couldn't imagine losing.

The next day you received a message from him while you were in class.

Seungmin: I miss you 🥺

You weren't ready to admit that to him yet but you missed him, too. Instead, you changed the subject.

You: Do you fell better?

Seungmin: Not really but I'm sure talking to you will help

You: As much as I'd like to help, I still have to take notes

Seungmin: Nerd. You're just like me frr

That made you chuckle but then you remembered where you were and pressed your hand against your mouth.

You: I can send you photos of my notes if you want. Ttyl

Seungmin: Much appreciated. The offer for me buying you coffee still stands

You didn't see his message until after your classes ended but you decided to tease him, albeit with a delay.

You: Are you asking me out?

Seungmin: Maybe I am (insert Levi quote)

You: I don't do romance

Seungmin: Who said anything about romance?

You: I'm super confused right now

Seungmin: I'll try to explain when we meet up in person

You sighed, because you couldn't wait until Seungmin was back. Stupid flu. And yet, if it wasn't for it, maybe you wouldn't have been bold enough to show up at his place. Maybe both of you wouldn't have been in the right mindset to share the things you did with each other. Or maybe you would. But in a different context. You didn't believe in fate but the way you met him in the summer and then been put to work together on the same project at university seemed like a strange string of coincidences.

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Three days later, Seungmin finally returned, healthy enough to function properly. You sneaked glances at him during class, nervously anticipating your next conversation, which was bound to happen after the lecture ended. Usually, all your braincells focused on the topic the professor taught, but now your mind was racing through the possible outcomes of what Seungmin might say. Before you knew it, the class was over and you could see Seungmin coming your way. He was so tall and his hair was so dark. Just how you liked your coffee. You mentally reprimanded yourself for being lame and tried to gather your bearings.

"Hi," he greeted you simply.

"Hi," you replied. Gosh, why was this so awkward? As if you were meeting all over again.

"We should talk."

You didn't like how that sounded. So serious. And here, you thought you'd been making progress. You blinked in concern and followed him outside. You thought you would grab coffee but Seungmin surprised you by leading the way to some unfamiliar direction.

"Where are we going?" you asked.

"There's this cute pâtisserie nearby. You like sweet things, right?"

"You've noticed!" you were touched by how observant Seungmin was when it came to you.

"I told you I notice," he repeated his words from one of your earlier conversations.

When you arrived at the place, you ordered a brownie and a macaron, while Seungmin wanted a croffle. Once you two were seated at a table, you were a bundle of nerves. It was only a matter of time before Seungin brought up the fact that you had unfinished business.

"Don't freak out."

"I won't."

"I think you're my platonic soulmate," Seungmin blurted out.

You didn't know what to say. In all sincerity, you've had similar observations, as well. You just hadn't been sure whether it'd be appropriate to address them. From your first encounter with Seungmin, you'd felt an immediate connection. And the more you got to know him, the more you had become certain that he understood you better than anyone. You didn't have to pretend to be someone you weren't. You could just...be.

"I think you are mine, too," you admitted.

Seungmin's smile immediately lit up the room. Sunshine. You could tell he'd been worried to bring this up.

"So...partners?"

"What is this, a cowboy movie?" you joked.

"Do you have to argue with me about everything?" Seungmin groaned.

"Howdy, partner," you kept messing with him.

☂️☀️💜🐝

It was a rainy autumn night. Your soulmate Seungmin had dragged you to a rooftop against your will. The two of you were lying next to each other, stargazing and cuddled up under the warm blanket. Only you hadn't expected to enjoy the experience so much. When it rained, you liked to be alone. But so did Seungmin. Maybe you could be alone together. The dark sky contrasted with the bright stars felt oddly comforting. Like a hug from a golden retriever. Like the sun's rays on a particularly cold day. Like the sound of a heartfelt symphony.

"This is nice," you murmured reluctantly.

"Told you you'd like it," Seungmin responded confidently.

"Do you always have to be right?"

"Would you prefer if I was left?" he teased.

"Asshole," you rolled your eyes affectionately.

"Darling," Seungmin flicked your nose playfully.

Brief silence reigned between the two of you. But even silence was comfortable with him.

"What do you see me as?" Seungmin asked seriously.

"I once saw you as my soulmate in this life," you purposefully used the past tense. Banter with him was your favourite pastime.

"I still am," he replied sincerely, taking you by surprise.

You smiled fondly.

"Oh, look, it's a shooting star!" you exclaimed. "We should make a wish."

Seungmin gripped you tighter without saying anything. But he didn't have to. You weren't going anywhere.

"What did you wish for?" you wanted to know once the star had finished its fall.

"If I tell you, it won't come true," Seungmin explained.

"Oh, come on. You can tell me anything."

"Everything I wish for is right here."

For once, you decided not to argue.

He was sunshine, I was midnight rain He wanted it comfortable, I wanted that pain He stayed the same, All of me changed like midnight

The End

#stray kids #seungmin #seungmin x reader #seungmin fluff #seungmin angst #kim seungmin #stray kids fanfic #stray kids fluff #stray kids angst #academic rivals to platonic soulmates #lee know #felix #writing

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The Super Mario Bros. Movie

Otherwise known as: "How I Learned to Stop Worrying About Chris Pratt and Enjoy a Video Game Adaptation."

So, first, some non-spoiler thoughts.

Part 1: The Trailers

I don't know who was in charge of the trailer selection to go in front of this movie, but we need a word. Because a 'Happy Gilmore-esque' comedy about a guy trying to impress his girlfriend's family but, oh no~ His Italian dad is weird and behind the times kind of missed the mark.

So did putting the Barbie (2023) teaser in front of this movie. Not like I'm a prude (you all know me as almost anything but), but watching the 'I'll beach you off!/Not if I beach you off first' exchange in a theater with little kids on either side of me seemed like kind of a misfire.

Disney's live-action Little Mer-- I can't even be bothered to type the whole thing out.

And I just found it really weird that Illumination has a second movie coming out this year that they put a trailer in for, but the actual movie wasn't even present that much in its own promotion?

To explain better: the trailer was 'Illumination has brought you such wonderful family features as Despicable Me (long clip), The Secret Life of Pets (long clip), Sing (long clip), Minions (long clip), and Super Mario Bros. The Movie (long clip). Soon they'll release Migration (a few short clips of ducks flying and hiding under a bridge)'

Part 2: Thoughts on the Movie Itself (Which will include some spoilers, so...)

Right off the top of the bat, yes: the movie does move very quickly. Now, for me? This wasn't a hindrance but it was to a degree where it was noticeable so I can see where legitimate movie reviewers are talking about when they mention it.

I like how the movie starts off with Mario and Luigi's plumbing commercial and first job. Builds into the 'regular Joe'/no one believes in them-setup. Though, fuck a duck, why is their family full of such assholes? 'Luigi would be able to get somewhere if you weren't always dragging him down', okay so let's just continue to work for a guy who was a douche to him. Cool, fine.

While Mario's initial walk with Toad upon reaching the Mushroom Kingdom was kind of 'eh' to me, I love how the Mushroom Kingdom was handled: bright, active without being spastic, and allowed the setting itself to narrate rather than having the characters go 'And this is a store! And this is the road! And this is how we get money!' Like a lot of adaptations can fall into.

Peach was fine. I literally have no idea why people were trying to create discourse about her portrayal in this movie. She's not some emasculating girlboss, she's not 'Daisy wearing pink'; she's a competent monarch who just happens to be able to platform and ride a motorcycle.

Also, good on the writers for executing things where you can interpret Peach having a thing for Mario but they could also just be really close friends (kind of like Judy and Nick at the end of the first Zootopia film).

I love how we were all worried about Chris Pratt's voice-acting 'just being Chris Pratt' when, in reality, what we needed to worry about was D.K. because ay-my-me is that performance 'Just Seth Rogen'.

Jack Black definitely had the most fun with this movie. I can't believe they okayed the 'Peaches' song...

Why was Lumalee a Nihilist? Like, I'm not even mad but that was such a strange choice.

The musical score was good. Replacing the original music made for the Jungle Kingdom intro with "Take on Me" was a bit of a miss. Also, please: credit the actual composers, not just "'Song' from 'Game'"

However, even with all of these praises, I do have to detract a point for one crucial misfire:

They really couldn't have had Mario and Luigi do their finishing blow while saying 'So long, eh Bowser?' As a perfect referential send-off? For shame...

Final Rating: 8.75/10

I wanted a good time that celebrates the Mario franchise with great information and for someone to be there to whack Illumination in the head whenever they tried their bullshit... And that's what I got!

#Wolf Watches #the super mario bros movie

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👁️💢🍰💐🌌🎭🍼👖❤️ FOR ANY OF THEM WAJHGFDFG

AHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH AXIS <33 This one’s long so it’s going under the cut but I had sm fun with these I really hope you like them :)) (and the other one I did a few days ago!)

👁️ EYE - what colour are their eyes? do people notice their eyes? is there anything special about them (shows emotion easily, literally magical...)? [Mirou]

Mirou’s eyes are a very vibrant green, I imagine they’re fairly noticeable to people 👍 I imagine she always has her eyes like half closed but that’s because she has eyesight problems

(I love just making stuff up on the top of my head that I’ve just never mentioned before and makes no sense)

💢 ANGER - what are some habits they have that will take some getting used to? [Dalrill]

Sorry guys I am a stupid cardassian tail truther (I have never drawn Dalrill with a tail but be aware that I believe in it) though I imagine Dalrills tail is a little weird and has like a lizard/lion tail mix don’t know how to describe it to you lmao.

But I imagine whenever she’s particularly upset or pissed off her tail just whips things around her, it’s just sort of a reaction she has like a facial expression lmao.

🍰 CAKE SLICE - favourite cake flavour? are they specific about types of cakes? [guy]

I think Guy probably eats plain vanilla cake with no frosting, but the cake would have like powdered sugar on it and that’s it.

People have seen him eating cake and gone oh why are you eating plain bread? And he’s like wdym? this is my birthday cake?

💐 BOUQUET - create a bouqet for them! what do those flowers mean? are any of the flowers their particular favourite? [bel]

Okay so I don’t know too much about all of the meanings, but I’m going off of nice looking flowers that I think bel would enjoy or just fits him. So 👍👍

Here’s my list: Daisies, Blue hydrangeas, Dahlias and then white wisteria.

Think all of that would look cute together :))

🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them? [frelvar]

I don’t think there was any particular inspiration in my head, besides like how Ferengis and Vulcans are like some of my favourite Star Trek species. Frelvar was similar to maybe Dr reyga in my head, but like that was mostly just for the fact that he was half ferengi and his main focus wasn’t profit.

The first thing I decided about frelvar, was how his parents would be more than him. I imagined how they’d view him joining starfleet first before anything else.

🎭 MASKS - do they act differently around certain people? what's different between the way they act around friends, family, strangers, etc.? [Minye]

I think in public and In her bar she tries to give off this air of like exciting person with confusing advice you can come gossip to, but with closer friends and immediate family I imagine she’s a lot more soft spoken and calmer.

like you’d imagine hanging out with her by yourselves would be more like I don’t know going out to clubs (which probably happens on occasion, it’s not like she’d turn it down) but she honestly just enjoys like sitting in the same room as someone.

🍼 BABY BOTTLE - what are their thoughts on children? [Jagre]

Jagre loves kids man, he’s a great babysitter. We’ve already talked about how he’s going to have like a one week kid, and I think that after that point whenever has to take care of someone else’s kid he sort of remembers his own and like feels a little sad.

👖 JEANS - what is their go-to outfit? [Libitina]

Well the main outfit would probably be her uniform lol. But actually for like her casual wear I like imagine either like colourful dresses/skirts or like overly patterned jumpsuits.

Mostly because I think she would look really amazing in both of those.

❤️ RED HEART - their love language(s)? [Frelvar]

It’s definitely touch but like not hugging them or like cuddling. It’s like poking them in the face a bunch or like tapping their fingers against somebody else’s. Just repetitive touches for people he likes <33

#hybrid cast #star trek oc #star trek #ask games ♡#guy anthropo #jagre signe #libitina vavik #mirou zh’ishraasriss #bel colwot #frelvar #Emivo Dalrill #minye oporia

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Twisted 30 - Epilogue [Spencer Reid x Reader]

A.N.: Omg here it is my loves, the final chapter! ❤ Thank you so much for your wonderful support throughout the series, you made me so happy and I hope you enjoyed the ride as much as I did! ❤❤ I love you! ❤❤❤

Series Masterlist

Warnings: Mentions of sex and drinking.

Word Count: 4100

3 Years Later

The deep comfort of sleep surrounding you as you snuggled deeper into the covers slowly disappeared as you felt yourself being pulled back, a smile curling your lips. You heaved a sigh as you felt soft kisses on your neck, making you giggle.

Both of you had gone to sleep quite late thanks to your…late night activities, and you were nowhere near ready to face the day, but this was a nice way to wake up.

“Hi,” you said without opening your eyes and felt his breathy laugh warming your neck.

“Hi.”

You whined into your pillow as his arms tightened around you and he buried his face to the crook of your neck while you ran your fingertips over his arm.

“Don’t start what you can’t finish, professor.”

“Who says I can’t finish?” Spencer murmured into your skin and you opened your eyes to turn your head.

You were one hundred percent sure that you would never get tired of this view. Spencer’s hair was a mess, quite literally the meaning of bedhead while he watched you with a smile on his lips, his hazel eyes gleaming with mischief.

“I can think of two people who might disagree with you,” you said and as if on cue, you heard the pitter-patter of little feet along with some gleeful squeals echoing through the hall. Spencer let out a chuckle, dropping his head to your shoulder and you grinned.

“In three, two…”

“Mowning!”

“Open? Open?” you heard the sweet babbling overlapping with each other and you grabbed your dressing gown off the floor, then put it on and went to open the door but as soon as you did, a little figure wheezed past you to climb to the bed while the other one clutched to your leg, looking up at you with bright, shining eyes.

“Hi Daisy!” you cooed and bent down to pick her up while she held her plushie tightly and you turned to see Spencer lifting Laura in the air, making her let out a screech which turned into a giggle.

“Whoa, did you get bigger in a night?!” Spencer asked Laura who nodded fervently, babbling something with only a couple of words clear. You approached the bed to drop Daisy on the soft fluffy covers, making her laugh happily before she scrambled to give Spencer a big kiss on his cheek.

“Where did my kiss go?” you wondered out loud and in a second, you were attacked by two overly enthusiastic toddlers. You burst into laughter and pressed a kiss on top of their heads, then stood up again.

“Okay, who wants to come downstairs with me?”

“Me!” Laura jumped in bed while Daisy bit on the ear of her plushie before she shifted closer to Spencer, obviously still sleepy.

“Daisy?”

She shook her head and rubbed at her eye with her small fist, and Spencer reached out to push back a curl falling over her eyes as she yawned.

Your mother had a point, even if they looked almost identical, their personalities were way too different. Daisy was quite possibly the calmest toddler you had ever seen, she barely cried when she was focused on something, and especially when you put one of her picture books in front of her for her to color them. Spencer had said she most probably took after him.

But Laura? Laura definitely took after you, and your mother and Mina swore by it.

She was a tiny hurricane, completely unstoppable once she had decided to cause chaos. She had even started walking two months before Daisy, and you could barely take her eyes off of her without her sneaking off to somewhere to hide and “scare” you.

But even if they couldn’t be more different, there was one thing for sure. You loved both of them so much that it surprised you how full your heart felt whenever you looked at them.

“Alright then,” you hoisted Laura up, “Let’s go, little monkey!”

“Go!” she repeated, her voice full of excitement and you made your way downstairs, walking past Spencer’s study, then your study before you reached the huge living room with the open kitchen. You put Laura down, then opened the fridge.

“Okay Lulu, which one do we want today, milk or juice?” you asked but met with silence. You frowned, then closed the fridge door to look around, but she was nowhere to be found.

“I looked away for one second,” you muttered to yourself, then peeked your head around the doorframe to see the flash of a familiar mop of curly hair disappear into your study in full speed.

“No no, that’s mommy’s work, that’s mommy’s work!” you rushed to the study and lifted her up before she could touch the board, standing on her tiptoes. She let out a whine, still trying to reach the board and you shook your head.

“Nope, we are not messing up this seating chart, it took me days to complete it,” you said and turned around with her in your arms, then pointed at the two pieces of sample napkins on your table, “Want to help me?”

Laura nodded fervently, “Yes!”

“Which one is pretty?”

Laura looked at you, then looked at the napkins before she pointed at the one on the right.

“This.”

“Oh the pink one?”

“Pink one.” she repeated and looked up at you, “Good job!”

You let out a laugh,

“Yes baby, good job!” you said and walked out of your study with her, closing the door behind you just in case, then entered the kitchen again to find Spencer putting Daisy in her seat. Daisy gave you a big smile, letting you see her baby teeth and you blew her a kiss, then sat Laura down next to her.

“Was she in your study?” Spencer asked as he pulled you closer and you nodded.

“I’m telling you, she can teleport.”

“I doubt that’s the case,” he laughed, handing you a cup of coffee before sipping his own and you inhaled the scent of the coffee as you checked your e-mails.

“Oh babe, dinner tonight at my mom’s place,” you looked up from your phone, “You didn’t forget, right?”

Spencer shook his head, nuzzling into your neck. “Nope. At 8.”

You giggled, running your fingers through his curls, “You’re going to be late for work, professor.”

He heaved a sigh and nodded before he pulled back almost hesitantly and pointed at the twins with his thumb, “Do you want me to drop them off?”

“I got it, no worries.” You stood on your tiptoes to peck him on the lips, “Go. Don’t be late tonight!”

“Cross my heart,” he smiled at you before he kissed both Daisy and Laura, “Hey, you two behave for mommy, deal?”

“Hm?” Laura asked, blinking up at him as she grabbed Daisy’s toy from her and he let out a laugh before he grabbed his satchel.

“See you later!”

“Bye time!” Daisy waved her hand and Laura’s head shot up,

“Bye bye!”

“Okay,” you clapped your hands together as Spencer closed the door behind him, “We will have breakfast, then we will go and see grandma, how does that sound?”

***

The best part of having your own company was that you could pick and choose your own clients while letting the rest of the clients to the others. Especially after the twins, that had made things so much easier.

Your business was flourishing and you got to choose your working hours and the couples you wanted to work with.

“I know you guys said you wanted something small,” you said as you walked through the doors to the wedding venue, “But I wanted to make sure you know you have other options.”

There was no answer for a moment and you looked over your shoulder to look at the couple.

“Garcia?” you said and Luke let out a whistle.

“I mean it looks… it looks good.”

“It looks like something out of a fairytale.” Garcia whispered and turned to you, “But Y/N-“

“I know, you have a budget.” You snapped your fingers, “The thing is, the owner of the venue is a good friend of mine, so I’ll talk him into lowering the price a lot. Besides, he owes me one after I got him so many weddings.”

“Wait, are you serious?” Garcia stared at you, “We could have this venue?”

You shrugged your shoulders, “I have four other venues to show you, but if you want this one after seeing those, yes. Oh and, before I forget—“ you grabbed your phone and tossed it to Luke, “How would you feel about this car for the wedding?”

He looked at the screen and blinked a couple of times. “You’re joking.”

“Not really.”

“Let me see,” she said and took a look at the screen, then turned to you, “Whose car is this?”

You shifted your weight, “Uh- mine.”

“No it’s not, your car is outside. I know that because Luke stood there and watched it for a whole minute.”

“Well,” you cleared your throat, “Nolan bought twins ponies the other day and I guess while he was at it, he decided to throw in a car for me. But I’m not much of a bright red car person, I prefer mine in black. So?”

“Penny?” Luke turned to Garcia, “Please?”

She held up her hands, “I don’t care about the car, I care about the venue.”

“Yes!” Luke pumped a fist in the air and turned to you, “You sure about this?”

“It’s just there in the garage man, I’m more than happy to let you drive it whenever you want.”

Luke pulled you into a tight hug, making you let out a laugh and he pulled back when his phone started ringing.

“Sorry, it’s Emily.”

“Oh tell her I said hi!” Garcia said and he pecked her on the lips, then answered the phone and walked out of the hall.

“I’ll never get tired of being right,” you motioned at her, “Told you.”

“I know, I know…” she let out a squeal, “This is so pretty though, Y/N! I mean I knew you were good at your job, I just didn’t know you were this good.”

You fixed your hair in an exaggerated smug manner and winked at her.

“Seating chart is ready too,” you said, “Laura almost crashed it today, but…”

Her smile widened, “Aw, how are my Lulu and Daze?” she asked, “You should’ve brought them with you!”

“Trust me, we wouldn’t get anything done,” you said with a laugh, “I can’t really focus on anything else while they’re around. And you know how they get when they see you.”

She pressed a hand on her chest, “I swear, you and Reid made the cutest babies I’ve ever seen in my entire life.”

You grinned at her as Luke walked into the hall again, flipping the phone in his hand.

“There’s a case,” he said almost apologetically and Garcia nodded.

“Go, I’ll handle this.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah!” she said and kissed him, “I won’t decide on anything without you, I promise.”

“I fixed a pre cake tasting for you guys at this new pastry shop but she can try them first,” you told Luke and he let out a whine.

“You know, in times like these I get why Reid quit.”

“Right, because he quit over pastries,” you deadpanned and he heaved a sigh.

“I’ll see you two later.”

“Be careful!” Garcia called out and he nodded, then walked out of the hall. You threw an arm over Garcia’s shoulder, then turned to her,

“So, cake tasting?”

“God yes.”

***

You unbuckled your seatbelt as Spencer pulled over in front of your mother’s house, then turned to you to peck you on the lips.

“See, told you we could make it.”

“We’re half an hour late,” you giggled as you ran your fingertips over his stubble and he tilted his head.

“That’s not completely my fault.”

“Oh it isn’t?”

“You were the one who joined me in the shower,” he reminded you, and you shrugged your shoulders, playing coy.

“Still doesn’t make it my fault,” you stated, “And if my mother asks, you were—“

“Grading papers,” he finished your sentence for you and stole a kiss from you again, “Got it.”

You opened the car door, then got out of the car and climbed up the marble stairs with him until you reached the front door. You rang the doorbell and soon enough the maid opened it, the cheerful laughter and squealing reaching you. You and Spencer stepped in, and Daisy and Laura rushed to you as Spencer crouched down to hug them both.

“Finally!” your mother walked into the hallway as you pressed a kiss on top of Daisy and Laura’s heads, then straightened up to hug her, “You’re late honey!”

“Spencer was gradi—” you were cut off as Daisy came to hug your leg again, tugging at your sleeve, “Daze, baby-“

“Lulu!” she corrected you, pointing at herself and you let out a laugh, then hoisted her up.

“Aw, I’m sorry!” you said as you set her on your hip, and made your way to the dining room.

“Spencer was grading papers,” you told your mother as you entered the room and put Laura down, then she and Daisy ran to Lily who was sitting in their playground but as soon as she saw you, a smile warmed her face.

“Hi!”

“Hi there bug!”

“I’m teaching them animals, see!” she said as Daisy and Laura sat down and she opened the big book, pointing at a page.

“What is this?”

“Coo!”

“Cow, yes! What does the cow say?”

“Moo!” Daisy said before Laura could, looking up at Lily and she nodded.

“Exactly!”

“Good job!” Laura said quickly and Daisy nodded, clapping her hands together as if clapping herself. You could swear your heart melted and you smiled softly, keeping your eyes on them.

Soon enough, the dinner was ready and the nanny took the twins and Lily to the play room because they had already eaten and insisted they wanted to play there. Your mother had renovated the house around the time they were born so now they had a huge room filled with toys and games which the twins loved.

“So is everyone okay for Venice?” your mother asked as you sipped your wine, “It will be beautiful, we already made the arrangements.”

“Next month works for me,” you held up a hand, “Spencer?”

“Sure thing, it works for me too.”

“Kenz?” you asked and she bit on her lip, stealing a look at Mina and you tilted your head.

“What’s going on?”

“I’m good with next month,” Kenzie said quickly, “But um…”

“I might not be.” Mina said and your mother groaned.

“Mina, come on. Even you need a vacation.”

“It might not be the best idea at this time,” Mina said and you turned to Kenzie,

“What’s going on?”

“I’m not saying anything, it’s her news.”

“Mina?” Nolan said, “Is everything okay at work? Do you want me to make a call?”

“No no,” Mina shook her head, “It’s good- great, actually. I just didn’t want to tell you guys on the phone the other day, I was waiting for this dinner.”

You raised your brows and she entwined her fingers with Kenzie, shooting her an excited look.

“Two days ago, I was called into a meeting,” she said, “With Bradley and Paul. They…. They want me to be a partner.”

“Oh my God!” you covered your mouth, then pushed your chair back to rush to hug her. She hugged you back tight, a giddy laugh escaping from her lips.

“Honey!” your mother said, joining you “Finally!”

“You deserve it, Mina.” Nolan said, “Ditch the wine glasses everyone, we’re opening the champagne!”

“Congratulations!”

“You traitor, why didn’t you tell me?” you pointed at Kenzie who held up her hands,

“She bribed me.”

“She’s your wife!”

“Exactly, she knows what to bribe me with!” Kenzie exclaimed and you went to sit beside Spencer, still smiling as your mother took her seat as well.

“Did you know?” you turned to Spencer and he shrugged, grinning.

“I knew they were hiding something.”

Kenzie gasped, “Spencer!”

“I’m sorry Kenz but you have a terrible poker face.”

“He does have a point, babe.” Mina said as Kenzie pouted.

“Whatever.”

“So,” Spencer cleared his throat and turned to your mother and Nolan, “Speaking of people with terrible poker faces and something to say…”

You sat up straighter, “Wait, what is happening?”

“What is he talking about?”

“Spencer?”

“I’m not saying anything,” Spencer said, a look of mischief crossing his face, “They might, though.”

Your mother tilted her head, “When did you notice?”

“When I walked in.”

“Told you,” Nolan said, and your mother smiled slightly, pointing at Spencer.

“You, young man, are dangerous around announcements.”

“What is it with everyone betraying me tonight?” you asked, looking between them, “What’s going on?”

“So, Mina isn’t the only one who didn’t want to give big news over the phone,” your mother said as Nolan held her hand and squeezed it, and it dawned on you.

“Wait a minute…”

Your mother let out a laugh and held up her hand so that you could see the huge diamond ring on her finger, “We’re getting married!”

Instantly, there was an uproar. Spencer cheered while Kenzie let out a small scream, Mina lunged out of her seat to rush to them and you gawked at them, your jaw hanging.

“Jesus Christ,” you said as you made your way to your mother while one of the maids brought the champagne and your mother squealed like an excited girl and pulled you into a hug, making you laugh.

“Congratulations, you crazy kids,” you said as you pulled back “You deserve to be happy. And you-“ you pointed at Nolan, then smiled and hugged him, “The original deal still stands.”

“Wouldn’t dream of anything different,” he pressed a kiss into your hair and grabbed the champagne before he opened it with a loud pop, making everyone cheer. He quickly filled your glasses and you made your way to Spencer who wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer.

“I wanted to ask sooner,” Nolan announced, “But you know, you two got married, and then the twins…”

“We figured we would need to find a time you weren’t as busy,” your mother pointed at you, “To plan the wedding and all.”

You heaved a dramatic sigh, “Well unfortunately, my client list is-“

“Not full!”

“Lies!” Kenzie and Spencer said at the same time and you let out a laugh, then raised your glass slightly.

“I was going to say available,” you winked at them, “I’ll send you the plans tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” your mother asked and you grinned.

“I’ve been planning your wedding for the last three years,” you said, making her gasp and Nolan laugh, “You guys seriously didn’t think I’d let someone else do it, did you?”

***

By the time you got back home, the twins were way too sleepy. You and Spencer put them to bed as silently as possible, then you went to check the plans in your study while Spencer changed his clothes. You ran a hand through your hair and left your study to make your way to the living room before you put some music on and walked to the window to take a look outside.

The city was really beautiful at night.

“Thinking about the plans?” Spencer’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts and you looked over your shoulder, then a smile warmed your face.

“Something like that,” you said, wrapping your arms around his neck and standing on your tiptoes to kiss him, “You know it’s gonna be chaos, right? That wedding?”

“Oh, absolutely,” he said and caressed your hair, “You got this, though.”

“Do me a favor,” you said, “Remind me that a lot in the future, at least until we send them off to their honeymoon.”

He let out a small chuckle, but before he could say anything, you felt small footsteps coming closer and you looked around his arm to see Laura peeking around the doorframe with a look of excitement.

“We have a fugitive!” Spencer said, making her squeal and run back to the hallway.

“I’ll be right back,” Spencer pecked you on the lips, making you laugh and you watched him leave the living room, but out of the corner of your eye, you saw a mop of curly brown hair behind the couch, along with a giggle.

“Oh well, I’m sure Daisy is sleeping!” you said loudly, walking around the living room, “She wouldn’t be here, would she?”

The giggles got louder and you found yourself smiling,

“Or is she….here?” you checked behind the curtain, and put your hands on your hips, “Not behind the curtain. Hmm, I wonder where she is?”

“Hewe!” Daisy jumped from behind the kitchen, and let out a gleeful scream when you lifted her up.

“Here she is!” you said, “What are you doing up baby? It’s sleepy time.”

“Lulu hewe too!”

“And she’s going to sleep too,” you tickled her stomach to make her giggle.

“Mommy, love you!” she said and you could feel your heart skipping a beat before you smiled at her brightly.

“I love you too baby,” you kissed her cheek, “Now let’s go to bed, hm?”

“Mkay!” she said and rested her head on your shoulder as you made your way to their bedroom.

“Hey, I was wondering where she was,” Spencer whispered as you put Daisy to bed while Laura hugged her teddy bear tighter. You pressed a kiss on Daisy’s head, then went to Laura’s bed and kissed her head too.

“I love you,” you said, “Now sleepy time, okay?”

“Love you mommy!” they both said and Spencer turned their nightlights on before he switched the light off, and both of you left their room to go to the living room, where the music was still playing. Spencer went to kitchen to get two glasses of wine and you pulled the curtain a little to look outside.

“I swear they get more energetic every day.”

“It’s normal,” Spencer said, handing you your glass and you took a sip as he wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling to your neck. “You know your mom will make them flower girls, right?”

“You say that as if I don’t already have their dresses in mind.” You mused, making him chuckle.

“Of course you do.”

“I’m telling you, that trip to Venice will be a nice break from the future chaos,” you said, “That is if you are ready to listen to my ranting about the wedding venues on a holiday too. Are you sure you want to go there with me?”

A small smile pulled at his lips and after all this time, it still managed to make your stomach flip pleasantly,

“I’d go anywhere with you,” he said, “With or without you talking about what color the napkins will be.”

“I’m torn between ivory and pearl,” you told him “Knowing my mom, she will want to put seashell into those options and spend a month trying to decide.”

“Should be a fun month,” he said, “Do you want me to tell her the percentages of those shades used in weddings? It could help.”

You scoffed a laugh and turned around in his arms so that you could look up at him.

“What does it say about me if I said I find that incredibly romantic?”

He clicked his tongue, pretending to be deep in thought, “That you have a strange understanding of romance?”

“Maybe. But you still love me,” you tilted your head, “In fact, one could say…”

“That I have a lot of oxytocin for you,” he finished your sentence, making you giggle.

“Very romantic, professor,” you said, and heaved a sigh as his fingertips caressed over your neck.

“You know I’m so in love with you, right?” you asked him, making him smile and nod before you stood on your tiptoes and brushed your lips against his, wrapping your arms around his neck, the warmth spreading through you.

This, right here.

This was happiness.

The End.

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mark’s dad.

pairing: johnny x fem!readr

genre: fluff + smut (like little angst) info: dilf!johnny, son!mark, best-friend!mark, aged-up!johnny warnings: age gap, unprotected sex, masturbation (fem) wc: 2.1k

note: hi i wrote this on my phone at like 1-3 in the morning... sorry if it’s bad but i wanted to put out something! i hope you guys enjoy it though cause dilf!johnny is so sexy

i think my son ditched you for haechan today, dear.” mr.suh informed you as you stood respectively in front of him, wearing an oversized sweater and basketball shorts. “aw man, i drove all this way for a movie with mark, and he ditched me for his other best friend...” you quietly sneer, the obvious jealously making an appearance. johnny chuckled, hands resting on his hips. he felt bad you came all this way for a simple movie night. “how about this?” your eyes look up, to the terrifyingly good looking man. “i will treat you to a movie and popcorn!” he suggested, knowing very damn well he’s going out of his way to possibly spend time with his son’s best friend, who he has known since they were sewed to the hip in sophomore year, now in university. “i-i don’t think that’s be appropriate,” “why? because i’d like to spend time and get to know the friend and possible love interest of my son? i don’t see any harm in that. i’ll get my coat.” he quickly responded, saving himself.

you knew he said you’d watch a movie together but you didn’t expect to get yourself two tickets to go watch a movie at an actual theatre. “that was amazing mr.suh-“ johnny looks down at your tiny figure holding the popcorn, “-i mean johnny!” if you’re being honest now, it was really nice getting to know johnny, besides the age difference and the possible complications with your amazing friendship with his son, you liked him. making your way over to his car, you listen on as he rambles about how he hasn’t this much of an outing since mark was in high school. “now he’s clinging onto me like we’re dudes, like i’m his dad not his bro.” he laughed, starting the car. “that’s so sweet though!! my mom never gave an effort to trying to be my friend even when i tried,” although you kind of party pooped the mood, you can literally reverse uno it right there. “but whatever!! she still brings me shopping which is good enough,”

nearing midnight and you know god damn well your mom would’ve killed you if she knew you took a taxi home alone in the middle of the night. johnny picked up on this, and even if he saw you in a new light today, a light which could possibly ruin his relationship with his son and a possible one with you, he couldn’t have let you home alone. “you know what? marks sleeping over at haechan’s anyway. i’ll call your mom and tell her you should stay over.” nodding, you let yourself in and up into his (messy) bedroom.

“hope you enjoy peanut butter and jelly for dinner, i kind of forgot to buy groceries...” johnny said handing you a plate of mini sandwiches. you mutter a quick thanks before digging in. tonight you saw johnny not as mr.suh but as johnny, the hot ass mother fucking dilf of the neighbourhood. you thought you were just a regular teenager to him, but you thought wrong. feeling his gaze on your exposed neck, lips. how his breathing would quicken whenever you leaned in to grab another sandwich. “wanna watch america’s got talent?” you asked pointing towards the couch. he shrugs agreeing, “why not?”

you had insisted on cleaning the dishes, i mean it was the least you could do. “so what’s the point of this whole show? to humiliate people or actually scout out people?!” johnny questioned staring at the screen, not noticing how you went from being on opposite ends of the couch to being almost inches away. should you initiate something? no, that would be overstepping into something erasable.

“this is so wrong,” you tell yourself before abruptly standing up. johnny turns his attention to you, trying to foreshadow your next moves. however, he didn’t expect for you to turn back around and straddle on his lap, “whoa..” he said, gripping onto your hips. “i want you.” his mind goes blur momentarily, “i-i cant, your my son’s best friend...” god, you looked so hot with your shorts bunched up as far as they could as you slowly grinder down onto his (huge) clothed cock. “fu..fuck,” he moans aloud, pushing all thoughts aside except for the one that kept telling him to ruin you tonight. the night was going better than planned, since you were in straddled on a topless johnny with only your bra and shorts on... probably a good twenty five minutes into kiss play, but mark chose the best time to unintentionally cockblock you and his dad. “y/n!!”mark shouted through the phone loud enough for johnny to hear (and the speaker wasn’t even on!) “yes markie?” you cooed, using one hand to speak on the phone and the other to signal johnny to keep it quiet. your hands trailed overtop your breasts, cupping them through your bra and pinching your hardened nipples, soon bringing your cold fingers down to the waistband of your shorts. “it’s fine. we can always watch a movie next weekend, i literally see you everyday! go hang out with hyuck,” you encouraged. past the waistband and under the hello kitty panties your hand comes in contact with your sensitive (dripping) folds. “a-ah, m..mark i gotta go...” “are you getting laid or something? i’m out.” he quickly ends the phone and you made sure to turn on ‘do not disturb’ incase he calls again.

“go on, i’ll watch.” johnny said seductively observing you as you toyed with your sensitive clot. “i’m close johnny!” you quietly moan into his ear, rubbing faster. “cum on your fingers, now.” he ordered, feeling you twitch underneath him, grinding as you had an orgasm. “dirty girl...” he groans watching you pull your fingers up to suck dry. now, you were a filthy girl, tasting yourself without being told to, cumming in your panties which you knew damn might have to force you to go commando tonight in marks bed. it was like a slap in the face when johnny lifted you up to stand, “it’s late. i- we should head to bed... i can give you some new shorts... since you know,” he quickly stammered before swiping his shirt off the floor, heading upstairs.

it was almost nine in the morning when you woke up, you knew johnny woke up around seven to eight so the sizzling smell of bacon wasn’t just some evil mind games. after last night, you felt, intense shame and guilt. did you seriously just betray your best friend for a lousy orgasm you could’ve done alone in the bathroom. “your up! i made breakfast, go ahead and dig in, i’m just gonna be cleaning up my bedroom.” he sounded as if you didn’t cum all over his lap not even 12 hours ago, but i guess he shouldn’t dwell in the past especially this time.

“mr.suh! my mom’s here! thank you... goodbye!” you shout from the front door. “anytime! bye!” he replies before you jolt out the door.

it’s been a couple days and johnny hasn’t left your mind. you always think about what stopped him, was it the age? your friendship with mark? that fucking phone call? johnny and you that night was like no other, you saw him for johnny, not mr.suh and it made your panties soak at every thought. how his ink black hair is always combed and in the most attractive middle part, how his broad should could feel when you hold yourself while being railed by his enormous cock. it was big, would it even fit? you’ve been with men before but the bulge you felt poking you in then thigh was something else compared to the other men.

you roamed his mind freely too. spending his day drinking hours, pondering over you, will you just slap him in the face and let him know you want him and you don’t care? he hopes. but it’s wrong. “dad! y/n’s coming over to study today,” mark shouted running down the stairs to his father. “so don’t snatch her up and take her away for a movie date, we got an exam this monday.” he said nonchalantly, the mention of their little outing slipping oh too casually. “w-what?” he asked surprised. “yeah yeah, i know about your little date and hook up” “- we didn’t hook up.” johnny interrupted, “well whatever you were doing for her to end my phone call like that,” he goes to the fridge to grab some milk, “so...” johnny said, eager on his son’s say on this. “so..? do you want me to be mad, dad?” i was lying if i said johnny was chill now... “no!!!!” he shouted, which earns a couple laughs from mark. “hey, dad,” mark sits down infront of his father. “it’s okay, y/n probably likes you back so you can do whatever you want with her, except hurt her cause i’ll kill you.” he deadpans before letting him off with a laugh. “so she can be your new mom for all you care?” he asked, playfully of course, waiting for the “hell no” and “what the fuck dad?!” to come but... “i mean she bags and tells me what to do, she helps me with school, laundry and chicks so... i don’t see why not,”

ding ding ding ding ding ding now what? hopping off the bean bag you were binge watching the office on, you head over to the door, not caring what you look like, just shut up to whoever had the audacity to spam a doorbell. “hello?!” you look up, “hey y/n,” johnny said with a small daisy in his hand.

“let me be your boyfriend,”

“what about mark?” you asked, staring at your feet wiggle in anticipation. hoping he’d tell you he doesn’t care and we could do whatever we wanted to. “funny you asked, he said for all he cares you could be his step mom.” you threw your head back laughing “he what?! no he didn’t....” the laughter dies down soon enough to get back to seriously listening in on what he has to say but did mark really not care? “your girlfriend huh?” you asked, raising a brow. he nodded. johnny proceeds to take the daisy and place it behind your ear, “you look like shit, but that is sexy as fuck.” he said, caressing your cheek before leaning in to place a peck on your lips.

“i don’t get why you drove half an hour here to say that, when i was already coming over to study.” you tell your boyfriend, johnny, as your backs his mattress. it was seriously an eventful day, wasn’t it? “i thought i should be romantic,” he shrugged turning to his side to wrap his large arms around your waist pulling you in closer. “i like this...” he mumbled into your hair, slowly drifting off to sleep.

“are you falling asleep?! we need to leave in ten minutes!!” you shouted, attempting to free yourself from his hold but he was knocked out and not letting go any time soon. “i hate you.” “i think it’s the quiet opposite y/n dear,” he replied, burying himself in the blanket, bringing you with him. “now let’s take a quick nap, mark can wait,” you sigh in defeat, “okay fine... twenty minutes!”

five months later, and you couldn’t believe having a relationship with your best friends dad was oddly working out perfectly. “johnny! fuck! baby your so good!” you whine as he penetrates into you against the wall. your legs wrapped around his waist as his cock rubs around your g-spot stimulating you into your third orgasm of that night. mark had recently gone travelling with jeno for fun so that meant you and johnny could’ve have your own fun in the empty house. “you can cum for me one more time can’t you?” he begged, placing you on the kitchen counter, kissing down your stomach. “answer me...” he sucks harhly on your clit. “yes! i can!!” you whined, squirming feeling johnny licking up your juicie; which sure as hell was mixed with his own cum, lapping his tongue around until you were shaking under his mouth and curling your toes to his mouth’s magic. “i’m- i’m cumming!!” you scream, releasing your juices onto the man’s face. “my favourite meal of the day.” he playfully joked before pinching your nipple. “tired?” he asked, as if he hadn’t been using you as a cum dump for hours. “mhm,” you reply opening your arms for him to carry you up, because “no way in hell am i walking up the stairs today after being railed by a monster cock.” you said snorting with a laugh. nonetheless, johnny swoops you up and gracefully carried you up and into his bed, “we can clean up tomorrow, let’s sleep now.” he said, feeling you wrap around him like a koala. “mmm goodnight... i love you,” you said in the crock of his neck, right below his ear before drifting off, “love you too,”

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animatorweirdo · 3 years

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Breaking point

You have started struggling with your mental health after many terrible sessions, assisting Maluk with his experiments. Melui gets assaulted once again and it was the last straw. You allow the beast inside you to get free.

Warning; Attempt of a sexual assault, cursing and violence.

Chapter 15

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This has been happening for four days. Four fucking days. You were not sure if you can continue it much longer. You just wanted to break down and destroy everything around you. It was like you were filled with painful fuel and you were ready to explode like a raging bomb.

Maluk has demanded you as his lab assistant to fulfill your debt to him. You didn't think much of it first and obeyed like a good servant. It wasn't bad in the beginning. You literally just had to clean his stuff and the lab, but then... The experiments happened. He made you watch as he tested on poor elves and it was crucial. All that screaming and the blood. They were literally implanted in your head and you couldn't escape them even in your cell. Maluk forced his test subjects to drink some weird potions and the after-effects were horrifying. He was literally testing poison on living beings. That happened for two days, then he switched on something more crucial. He started strapping his living test subjects on tables and cut them open, while they were still conscious. He made you stand on the sideline and watch the scene. You lost count on how many times you almost gagged from the sight.

You could have done something. Ask him to stop, but that was a stupid choice. Who are you to tell an insane scientist to stop what he's doing in his own lab? Give the elves something that could relieve the pain, but you literally have nothing to help them. Maluk would notice if you took something from his shelves, and you didn't want to get into trouble. You promised Nelle you wouldn't do something stupid. It was hard, but you tried to stand your ground and watch as the poor souls were killed by the insane maiar doctor.

You did dare to ask him why he was doing it, and he simply answered 'for the good of the Dark lord'. His other answer was... That he was simply curious and enjoyed his concoctions taking effect. It was twisted and mentally sick.

It didn't end there. When you finally were released to do other cleaning duties and; It seemed Maluk took every chance to fill your head with sick test suggestions or what he does to his next lab rat. It looked like you two were having innocent conversations but the subjects were far from innocent. You were not sure why he seemed to test your every nerve. It was like he wanted to see how much your nerves can withstand all the screaming, blood, and constant pain of others. And it was working, because you're almost at your breaking point.

You can't stand all the tortures those elves were going through and you even had a suggestion to end their pain yourself. To finally release them from the torture they were forced to put in. The thought scared you so much, you had to speak about it with Nelle. She was surprisingly supportive about it and tried to comfort you. Melui tried too, but you couldn't muffle the screams that haunted you during the nights.

Four fucking days and you were ready to lose it. Why was Maluk so keen on making you watch and fill your head with such horrifying scenes? This was too much even for you. You had seen blood and some screwed-up stuff, but this was crossing the line. Did you make Maluk angry at some point? You didn't know, but you had an odd feeling. Whenever you passed the main hall, you felt like Langon was looking at you. His eyes piercing down on your soul like he wanted to see you break down your walls. It was almost unbearable. Why were these guys so keen on seeing you break?

You rubbed your eyes a bit, trying not to be seen tired. You sighed and looked at the last of Maluk's torture tools which needed to be cleaned from blood. Two more to go, then you can leave. You took the next thing from Maluk's torture devices and started cleaning. Wash the blood off from these and you can go. Your eyes were drooping badly and you could barely stay up. You were wobbling on the stool you sat upon. You lightly smacked yourself awake. Don't fall asleep idiot. You can rest when you return to your cell.

You took the last torture tool and dipped it in the water. The water has been turned red and dirty from all the blood you had to clean. Elven blood. You silently loathed the existence of the crazy scientist, who only enjoyed torture and death. You wanted to rip the scar on his face open and make it worse. No, you wanted to rip his face right off his skull and make him eat it while you rip out his carcass and break his bones. You wanted to shove the poisons into his throat and see how he would like the taste of his own medicine while they burned his throat right open. You only needed to wait for the moon and let the wendigo - wait a moment! You stopped and frowned at yourself. Why would you ever suggest using the wendigo? That got to be the stupidest idea ever. You can't control it!

You almost fell from your chair because your balance wobbled. "Oopsie daisy!" Maluk grabbed your shoulder and balanced you back on the stool. Your heart started beating anxiously from fright as you looked at him. You didn't hear him coming at all and now he saw you like this. "Feeling a bit sleepy now, are we, my dear?" He asked. "... No," You shook your head, denying it. "No need to deny it, but I suggest you stay awake, or other wise you might not be able to do your other duties," He said. He then suddenly had a face like he had a light pulp over his head. "Oh, I actually got something that might help you," He walked to one of his tables. You stared and looked at him with curiosity and with worry. What was he up to this time? He came back with an open bottle. He held the bottle in front of you. "Sniff this and your tiredness will go away," He smiled. You stared at the open bottle with great suspicion. That can't be just something that removes tiredness, and you really don't want to be his test subject. "Don't worry, it's not poisonous if that's what you fear," Maluk said with an amused smirk. You almost glared at him. Hatred toward this guy was pure. You glanced at the bottle then leaned forward to bring your nose close to its opening. You took a few sniffs.

Your eyes widened in shock and you pulled back in a reflex. Your bad breakfast bread almost came out if you didn't hold your gag. What the fuck was that?! It smelled disgusting like a rotten corpse was put inside a tiny bottle. You mentally whined and groaned in disgust because you couldn't express it openly with Maluk around. You held your nose shut because your nose was painfully stinging. You glanced at Maluk with a plain expression. Well, he was right about the tiredness going away. "Better?" He asked with that fake smile of his. You didn't say anything and just nodded, rubbing your stinging nose. "Well, that's great. You can go now, don't worry about the last equipment," He said motioning at the last thing you need to clean. "Really?" You asked, confused. "Yeah, you can go," He nodded. You hesitated a bit before standing up. "Thank you, my lord," You bowed and made your way to the exit. Maluk smiled as he watched you leave. It's showtime.

You walked in the hallway then finally came to the kitchen where Nelle and Melui were sited. Melui noticed your arrival. "(Name), how are you feeling? " He asked. "Same as usual-!" Your nose suddenly stung harder and it was emitting a burning booger. What the hell! You rubbed your nose, then processed your situation. Your nose was stinging hard, your face was starting to burn up and your eyes also were drying up for some reason. You tilted your head and suddenly it became woozy. "(Name), what's wrong? " Melui asked with a worried tone. Both Nelle and Melui were looking at you with concern. You had no clue what was going on. "I... I don't know," You said. You tried to move but your legs suddenly were giving out. You quickly held on to the wall for support. Nelle and Melui almost jumped when you did that. Melui quickly came beside you and supported you by your shoulder. You were having a bit difficult time breathing. It was like the air in your lungs became heavier. You tried to take a deep breath and calm yourself. Nelle came over and put the back of her hand against your fire head. "You're having a fewer," She said. Huh? You swiped your forehead and noticed you had sweat on your hand. Now that she mentions it. It was becoming kinda hot. You breathed heavily. Too hot to handle. How in the fucking hell you managed to catch a fever?!

"(Name), did Maluk do something to you?" Nelle asked. "No, not really," You shook your head. Then it hit you. The bottle! You sniffed the thing that was inside that bottle he gave you to sniff. You mentally groaned. You were cautious that something like this would happen and you still sniffed the concoction that probably could turn you into a toad.

"I was almost falling asleep, so he made me smell a weird scent from a bottle," You explained. Nelle nodded. "It smelled really bad, but I wasn't tired after that, but now I kinda feel like shit," You said. "There is no way you can suddenly catch a fewer. You were fine this morning," Nelle stated. "Actually you can catch a fewer with a cold cell, poor food diet, and days without a proper path, but yeah, this doesn't feel like a normal fewer," You acted like a smart-ass. Nelle glared at you which made you shut up. "I'll go get something to help with the fewer. Can you handle some of the chores with Melui?" She asked. You sniffed with your stinging nose. "I think I can," You said. She nodded then turned to Melui. "Look after her," She said. "I will," He nodded. Nelle then walked out of the kitchen and you were left with your white-haired elf friend.

"Come on, how about you rest a bit? I can take care of some of the work?" Melui helped you to sit down on a stool. "I can't. An orc might come yelling. We can't be caught 'slacking'," You said the last part with a sarcastic tone. "Well... How about I stay on guard while you rest and when I see someone coming I signal you then you can continue working?" He suggested. You thought about it for a moment. That might work. You nodded in approval. "Okay, but only if we take turns so you can rest as well. I want to have it fair for both of us," You said. Melui smiled. He had a pretty sweet smile. "Alright, let's do it," He said and you nodded.

You two continued with working. It was peaceful and you were dealing well with your sudden fewer. However, you two were completely unaware of a pair of eyes watching you two with malicious intent.

Maluk was just playing around with his tools and thinking of new recipes for poisons and concoctions to deal more pain to his test subjects. He had an evil grin on his face. Someone knocked on the doors of his lab, disturbing his alone time. He frowned in annoyance. Usually, Langon would be boring enough to knock when he is visiting, or maybe... It was someone else. "Come in," He called, throwing his tool away and turning toward his visitor. The doors opened and someone unexpected came in. He grinned as he recognized the mystery person.

"What do I own the pleasure to see you coming here willingly, sister dear?" He asked. Nelle glared at him. "What did you gave to (Name), Nelo?" She asked. He glared at her for a moment before turning back to his usual grin. "I don't know why is it so hard to get that my name is now Maluk, Nelo died a long time ago. As for your other question. I know no one with a name (Name)," He grinned. Nelle growled and glared at him. "The human. What did you give to her?" She asked. "Oh! So her name is (Name)! Sorry if I don't bother knowing your pet's names," He said with fake sympathy. "She's not a pet, and just answer the question," She stated. "Bossy as much. Have you forgotten your place? You are in no place to make demands to me. You might as well tell Langon to give this fortress back to the elves," He said. "... No... What did you gave her... Lord Maluk?" Nelle asked. "Now was that really hard? Do not worry I just gave your little human friend something to refresh her fea from fatigue," He said. "You what?" Nelle questioned. "She has a serious fewer now," She said. "Oh... Well, maybe the concoction was a bit too strong for her, or a human," He grinned. "Humans are so fragile if she even is one," He said. "What do you mean by that?" Nelle frowned. "Really Nelle, you're asking that? Tell me how long did you intend to hide little (Name) from us?" He asked. "I do not know what you mean," Nelle said. "Are you sure or are you still playing dumb?" He asked. She frowned in confusion. It was silent for a moment.

"Oh. Oh!" Maluk started laughing. "You really don't know, do you?" He asked. "Know what?" She asked. "Alright, I tell you," He calmed down from his laughing fit. "Langon thinks little (Name) is not a human, so he told me to reveal what's she's keeping hidden under her skin," He said. "I started noticing too that she has something hidden deep within her fea," He added. "I first thought I could crack her up with all my experiments since humans tend to be more sensitive on the subject of pain and misery," He smiled. "But... Then I got bored and gave her a concoction that forces to fea to become... Sensitive," He said, then chuckled. "By weakening the body?" Nelle questioned. "Correct," He said. "If she's indeed a maiar in disguise. She would have to come out and fix her body from breaking," He added. Silence took over as Nelle progressed the information. She has been with you for a long time and she knows you're not a maiar. Maiar can hide their fea from other creatures but other maiars can sense it. Your fea is wide open and you are not even trying to hide. You're not even able to do such a thing because humans cannot sense their own fea.

"You're wrong. She's a pure human by body and fea," Nelle said. Maluk hummed in amusement like he found the statement funny. "We will see. Wanna bet for it?" He asked. He took a vial from his table and held it toward Nelle. "If she's a pure human as you say, use this to reverse the fewer," He threw the vial to her. She caught it with no problem. "But! If she's a maiar, you will not interfere when Langon and I deal with her," Maluk smirked. Nelle held down her glare. There was no way you were a maiar. "Let's see how she will manage before the moonrise," He says. "Deal," Nelle said then left through the door. The door banged shut behind her.

"So rude. She forgot she is a servant and has to ask permission to leave... Why did end up with a sister like her," Maluk said then stared through the window ceiling at the sky.

You don't know what or how it happened. You and Melui were doing your chores and minding your business, but then... You found yourself on the floor, held down by two orcs. A familiar orc was holding Melui by his hair. Your poor friend was whimpering and crying in fear. Your fewer was also making your situation worse. You could barely hold on to your consciousness and vision. Everything was burning and you could not stop the shaking your body was doing. How did it come to this? Melui gasped when the orc pulled his hair quite hard.

"Let him go! You fat piece of shit!" You yelled out in anger, not holding back your vulgar language. One of the orcs above you kicked your head down. You grunted in pain as your head hit the floor. Ow!

The orc snorted then held Melui close to his face sniffing the poor elf's hair. "I couldn't have my fun because that bitch interfered and that taking servants is not approved, so I better make this quick," He said. "No! Please no!" Melui quivered in terror. Your eyes widened, then you struggled with all your strength. There was no way you can allow that to happen! You bit and kicked, hitting the orcs with all your anger and strength. The orcs above you actually had trouble keeping you down. "Grr... Beat the bitch down!" The orc ordered. The two orcs then started punching and kicking you with all their force. They were stronger than you, so you easily went down, covering yourself from their assault. They didn't stop there and continued beating you. " (Name)! " Melui yelled out but was held back by the orc. He was then pushed against the table and held down that his face laid against the surface. The orc touched his hips while holding him down. "Do not yell or your friend will die," The orc stated, then started grabbing on his clothes. "No! No! Please!" He whimpered as he was powerless against the assault that was going to happen to him.

Your brain was triggered when you heard Melui's whimpers. That orc was gonna do something that will traumatize him for life! Melui was an elf and elves were immortal. He would be remembering this day how he was sexually assaulted by an orc, an orc! And you were getting beaten up like a misbehaving dog. The orcs. You hated them. You hated this place. You hated the orcs. You hated Maluk and his psychotic nature. You hated them all. They deserve to die!

Your heart released a powerful familiar pulse, and you felt like something just snapped inside you. Like chains were unbound. Your skin became white in a second, and your eyes covered in eyes as your furious bright blue eyes shined through. There was only one thing in your mind as you set your gaze upon the orc holding Melui.

Kill them all!

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eldritchcryptids · 3 years

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Oh no

Daisy is laying across her bed on her stomach, head in her hands as she watches as her blonde friend digs through her knapsack, “So what was this extremely important thing you wanted to tell me about?” Quinn seems to find what she was searching for and turns around to face Daisy, eyes shining excitedly as she holds up and waves around a basic, black USB flash drive. The brunette furrows her eyebrows, holding out her open hand. Quinn places the flash drive into her hand before taking a seat at the nearby desk’s swivel chair.

Daisy examines the USB, turning it over in her hands. It was unremarkable, just a regular, simple black flash drive, “...I don’t get it? What’s so important about this, what’s on it?” Daisy tosses the USB over to Quinn who quickly catches it. Quinn shoots her friend a glare.

“Don’t throw it around! It’s not my USB and if it somehow breaks, Nathan’s gonna have my head on a platter,” She states, “The contents of this little flash drive is very important to him.”

Daisy’s nose screws up at the mention of the boy, “Nathan from math class? He gave you a USB and you just...took it?”

“Yeah, well what’s the worst thing that can happen?”

“Oh? ‘What’s the worst thing that can happen?’ I don’t know! Maybe it has a virus on it? Maybe it has inappropriate stuff on it? Maybe the USB is coated in anthrax and we're all gonna die now-”

“Okay, slow down, I get it.” Quinn laughs and Daisy shrugs, muttering a quiet ‘you asked’ under her breath, “But, do you want to know what this is supposed to have on it?” Daisy nods her head. “Well, Nathan has had this obsession with a local...like...Urban legend creepypasta thing, for years…”

Daisy rolls her eyes, “Is it just an archive of creepypastas? Stuff like the “Jeff the killer” picture and story or something?”

Quinn shakes her head before leaning forward and closer to the bed, “Have you ever heard of something called…” lowering her voice to a whisper, “...Marble Hornets?” Daisy blinks at the mention of the name. Marble Hornets...Something about that sounds familiar, but she can’t quite place her finger as to why. Daisy slowly shakes her head, Quinn grins and leans back in the swivel chair.

“It was a YouTube channel from back in the early...2010s, I think? It’s said that everyone who was a part of it ended up dying and that whenever someone watches it they get cursed...or something like that, I wasn’t really paying attention when Nathan was talking about it..” Quinn holds up the USB and shakes it, “This is supposed to hold all the archived videos.”

“Well, if it’s a YouTube channel, why not just...Go watch it on YouTube?”

“Ah, well a few years after the last upload it got deleted-”

“But if everyone died, who deleted it..?” Daisy questions, confused.

“I dunno, I’m not an expert on this.”

Daisy sighs, pushing herself off of her stomach, “So you came over to have a sleepover because you want to watch all the videos on that USB? Because of this urban legend?”

Quinn nods quickly, “It’ll be fun! I’ve never seen any of the videos before, so it’ll be an interesting experience for us!”

“Fine. We can watch it, but if plugging in this USB bricks my computer then you’re buying me a new one.”

The two girls turn off the lights and get comfortable on Daisy’s bed, setting the laptop in between the two of them. The flash drive gets plugged in and Daisy pulls up the first video, named “Introduction.”

A black screen appears, with the words, “The following clips are raw footage excerpts from Alex Kralie. A college friend of mine.” written in white on top of it. Daisy doesn’t think anything of it.

Then Entry 1 starts, and that thing was in it.

Daisy jumps and nearly shoves the computer away at the sight of the faceless man. The sudden movement from her friend causes Quinn to jump too, the blonde quickly pauses the video once it automatically starts playing Entry 2, “Only 2 videos in and you’re already jumping?” Quinn jokes, giving her friend a nudge.

Daisy glances at Quinn before sighing, “Sorry, the...uh...head turning suddenly like that scared me a bit..” The blonde chuckled before patting her friend on the shoulder.

“If something like that is gonna spook you maybe we shouldn’t be watching this then.”

“No, no, it’s okay.”

They continued to watch the entries and it wasn’t okay.

Daisy knows the Alex who was being talked about in these videos. She’s met him only a few times, because Tim, Hoodie and Jay are all pretty apprehensive about being around him. Daisy was never told why that was, no matter how much she asked. But, she did still know him. Deep down, she was hoping that this was just some weird film project that Alex and Jay had worked on during their time as film students- but she knew that wasn’t true. There was no way they were going to get The Operator to participate in that.

Entry 7 soon came around and Quinn quickly paused the video as a familiar face appeared on the screen before them. “Is that Mr. Thomas?” She questions, whipping her head to the side to stare at her friend. It was a question that didn’t need an answer from Daisy, as they both knew what he looked like. Hell, he was just downstairs if they really needed proof that this was the same guy. “I thought you didn’t know about Marble Hornets?”

“I didn’t,” Daisy mutters with a shrug, “I was never told about this from my dads.”

Quinn stares at her for a bit longer before Daisy presses play. She wonders where the rumors of them being dead came from. Alex, Jay, Tim and Hoodie were all still very much alive, they had all obviously been through things, Daisy knew that much. The visible scars on Hoodie’s face that clearly weren’t on Brian’s face during Entry 7, the therapy appointments and medication Tim takes, the tiredness and pain that radiated from Jay and the regret and apologies Alex would spout during his rare appearances.

The two girls continue watching the videos, entry after entry after cryptid video and then it repeats. This went on for hours. Hours of watching Alex slowly lose his mind, hours of seeing the faceless man lurking in the background- watching as he always is, hours of watching Jay investigating.

Watching the entries was a lot to take in, but Daisy never stops the video. She could have just turned off the laptop, feign being afraid of what they were watching and then never talk about it again. But she couldn’t. She needed to know more, she had to.

When Entry 49 rolled around, Daisy tensed up. She now partly knew why her dads and Jay didn’t like being around Alex. He was a killer. As the entries continued on, more and more dread built up. Daisy watches as Hoodie seems to actively work against Jay and Tim - stalking Jay and causing Tim seizures by stealing his medication. Nearing the end of the videos, they watch Hoodie fall out from a window and be deemed as presumably dead, they watch Jay get shot in the side by Alex and then watch the final fight between Tim and Alex. Tim ultimately comes out on top- and Daisy gets her explanation on where all the scarring on Alex’s neck came from.

They finished the series completely around 1 am. Neither of them know what to say, so they remain speechless. The two girls stare at the screen, at the words “Everything is Fine” for what feels like half an hour before Quinn clears her throat.

“I, uh...I didn’t know any of that stuff happened…” She quietly says, “If I did I probably wouldn’t have made you watch it with me.”

The brunette girl shakes her head, drawing her knees up to her chest, “It’s alright.”

Silence falls over the two again.

After a while, the two agreed that it was likely time that they should go to bed. Quinn falls asleep first, which is usual. Daisy takes this time to sneak out of the bed, grabbing the USB flash drive from the nightstand and heading out of the room.

Neither Tim nor Hoodie fall asleep early, which means Daisy is in luck. She ventures downstairs and to the living room, where she can hear the TV playing. She steps into the room, seeing Tim and Hoodie sitting on the couch, watching some late night comedy show or something of the sort. Hoodie is the first to notice the girl’s presence, “Daisy, shouldn’t you be asl-”

Before he can finish his sentence, Daisy throws the USB at him, not saying a word as she turns and leaves back to her room. Hoodie frowns, picking up the black flash drive that landed in his lap. “What was that about?” Tim questions and Hoodie shrugs, grabbing Tim’s computer from off of the nightstand.

The hooded man plugs the USB in and freezes at the file that pops up onto the screen, “Tim...Uh, we have a problem.”

Tim blinks and peers over the other male’s shoulder to see what he was looking at.

Video files. Far too familiar videos and the folder being titled, “Marble Hornets.”

“Damnit.”

#writing #protector au #my ocs #oc:daisy #oc:quinn #marble hornets #mh #tim wright #hoodie

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Brutus

While undercover, you run into the boyfriend you left behind.

Fem!Reader, 5.1k

TW: nongraphic depictions of violence, swearing, cigarettes, hints of a toxic relationship (not between reader and Spencer), guns

Note: dual timelines! It goes back and forth for most of the fic.

"Are you sure they want to meet me?" You ask, fiddling with the sleeve of your shirt. It's hard not to overanalyze the outfit you picked out for this occasion, even if you know it's far too late to go back to your place and change. Spencer hates not arriving on time.

He looks at you with a quizzical expression on his face. "Of course they want to meet you."

When in doubt, you love to go for false bravado. "Talk a lot about me?" You smirk, watching a slow blush appear on his cheeks. Stepping forward, you wrap your arms around his middle and gently tug him toward you. He complies easily, his hands automatically settling at the small of your back.

"Is it okay if I do talk about you a lot?"

That makes you smile. "It's sweet."

The blush only gets stronger. "Morgan and Garcia are pretty eager to meet you," he says. "They've been bringing up tonight all week."

He's probably only saying it to make you feel better, but all it does is spike the anxiety brewing in your chest. Garcia's an information junkie; you don't even want to know the things she's already figured out about you. And Morgan is Spencer's best friend. If he doesn't like you, that's probably the beginning of the end for your relationship.

"It'll be great, love," he's firmer this time, melting some of the fire. Your favorite thing he calls you is 'love'. Something about the gentleness of that word, the feelings it implies, and the soft look Spencer gets on his face whenever he uses it makes you want to curl up against him for the rest of your life.

After another moment, the two of you head out the door and to the bar, hands clasped together.

"Y/N!!!!" Garcia practically forces you into a bear hug when you walk over to the BAU's table. "Oh, I am SO glad you could come tonight. I've been looking forward to this for ages! I cannot believe Spencer waited an eternity to bring you around us. You're all he talks about anymore, it's adorable."

You glance back at your boyfriend, who looks a tad horrified. Morgan laughs and slaps him on the back, forcing a cough out of him.

"Hey," JJ greets you, looking so much less intimidating than anyone at the table. You know it's a bit of a farce though. Spencer’s told you enough stories to know that JJ is a woman who can hold her own and hold it well, despite appearances. Idly, you note that she'd be great at undercover work. "I'm JJ. I'm assuming you know that you just got crushed by Garcia. And then there's Morgan, Rossi, Emily, and Hotch." As she said their names, she pointed at them. It was nice to get confirmation, even if you were pretty sure you knew which face belonged to which name.

Hotch nods at you. "It's nice to meet you."

"Is he smiling?" Emily hisses, leaning toward Rossi. "I think Hotch is smiling."

"It's great to finally meet all of you. Spencer’s always talking about you guys," you say, taking your seat. Spencer settles down next to you close enough that your thighs touch. The bar definitely isn't somewhere that he'd normally hang out, but he seems comfortable enough here that you assume it's a frequent spot for the BAU to visit.

A couple hours in, you're feeling tipsy and ridiculously happy. You're getting along particularly well with Emily and JJ, who are both amazing. If he isn't talking to you, Spencer’s usually talking to Morgan and Garcia, who obviously adore him. Hotch and Rossi seem lost in their own private conversations and you wonder if it's because they're the two highest ranking agents here.

"You should totally start joining us when we have girls night!" JJ says, clinking her beer against your glass. "I think you'd really enjoy them."

You nod, feeling flattered. "I'm down to come."

Emily grins, reaching over to knock Spencer’s shoulder. "Your girlfriend is so much cooler than you."

Before you can protest, he nods. "She is," he agrees, smiling at you.

"Awww," Garcia coos, joining the conversation. "Who knew that our baby Spencer was a secret romantic? I love it!"

"A wedding?" You ask, pressed up against Cal's side. It's always a bit uncomfortable, almost like your bodies know you don't fit together, that something is amiss. You just hope that your body isn't the thing that finally gets you killed. "That seems below you."

Cal looks down at you, an amused smirk twisting his face. He wants to eat you up, you think. He wants to devour you. "The groom is an old family friend," he explains. "It's courtesy that I attend. And I can hardly go without a ravishing date on my arm."

You rise up on your toes to kiss his cheek, rubbing a bit at the lipstick you leave with the pad of your thumb. "As long as I get to pick my own dress."

"What kind of man would I be if I didn't let you pick it yourself?" His grip on you tightens enough that you wonder if it'll leave a bruise on your hip. Tomorrow, you know you'll find a wad of cash in your purse. In exchange, he'll get to take it off of you after the wedding.

Mercifully, he lets you go a second later. You step back, walking by him. He's done with you for the day. Your relationship is to the point where he doesn't need to formally dismiss you anymore. You've picked him apart and put him back together. Whether he knows it or not, it feels like you've made him the very man that you hate with every fiber of your being. At least, you tell yourself that you hate him. When it gets too hard, when you find yourself falling under his spell, you picture the last boyfriend you had as yourself. A man full of shy smiles, sweet compliments, gentle kisses, and the most beautiful assortment of random knowledge. When he's in your mind, you don't get lost in the person you're pretending to be. It's the only time you feel like yourself.

Of course, being yourself too much would get you killed, so you limit yourself.

You go dress shopping the next day. Cal gave you an absurd budget, so you manage to pick out an extravagant dress and also a pair of shoes and earrings. This morning, Cal had mentioned that the wedding was going to be a black tie event, giving you an excuse to feel like a princess. Well. Maybe a trapped princess, like Cinderella or Rapunzel. You walk out of the store with a heavy bag on your arm. When you return to the house, it's blissfully empty. Cal isn't due back until late, but you still do a full walk around the house, double checking before you go out to the garden. The first few months you lived here, the garden was the responsibility of the landscapers that stopped by occasionally, but you batted your eyes and sucked on Cal's lip until he agreed to give it to you. Now, no one else was allowed to touch it per his orders. And he wasn't the kind of man his staff said no to.

Basically, it was a perfect hiding spot. You go over to the daisies, digging a little until you find the box that contained your current burner phone. You'd have to switch soon, probably within the next few weeks. It was close to dying and it was never a good idea to keep the same phone number for an extended period of time. You dial the number once, hang up immediately, dial again, let it ring three times, hang up, and then dial for a final time. Your handler answers quickly.

"What?" He asks, gruff.

"We're going to a wedding near Virginia."

You hear him suck in a breath. "Close to where you used to live."

"I know."

"If you get recognized-"

"I won't."

He pauses. "Stay safe."

You hang up the phone and pray you make it through this alive.

On your one year anniversary, Spencer brings you to a museum. He walks you through all the exhibits, rambling about anything he knows in regards to your surroundings. His hands keep waving through the air, his eyes bright and alive, a grin splitting his face. It's obvious that he's in his element.

You love him so badly that it hurts, sometimes.

By the time you reach the gift shop, your brain is full of knowledge you probably won't ever need again.

"Sorry," Spencer says suddenly, looking at you. "Did I just bore you? You know you're allowed to cut me off when I get going."

You shake your head, kissing his cheek. "It was cute. I loved it."

Once you're done there, the two of you head back to his apartment. Last month, the two of you had decided not to do gifts, electing just to spend the day together instead. You cuddle with him on the couch, your body tucked perfectly against his. In this moment, you feel safe. You're with a man you know loves you, and you love him back just as fiercely. Life is good.

You and Cal arrive in Virginia at the crack of dawn, early enough that it feels like you should still be rubbing the sleep out of your eyes even though you've been awake for hours. “Who even has weddings before noon? I didn’t even think that was a thing.”

Cal chuckles beside you, his arm snaking around you. In this moment, it’s hard not to shudder. You’ve never understood his need to always touch you, claim you for the world to see. As far as he knows, you’ve never belonged to anyone else. You were born and bred for this, a perfect lover. Just enough sass, just enough danger, just enough compliance, just enough meekness. He doesn’t know that this isn’t the real you, that you’re always on the verge of screaming your head off. One day, he’ll learn. It’ll end in one of your deaths.

Hopefully, it’ll end in his death.

"We'll stop at the hotel first, darling," Cal takes your hand as he talks, leading you along the side of the road. God, you remember this place. Of course you do. This is your home turf. A new name and a new look doesn't mean that this doesn't feel like home. "You can get changed and refreshed before we head to the venue."

You shrug. "Sounds good to me."

The walk is blissfully short, but the hotel is grand. It's definitely not somewhere you would have been able to afford. Honestly, you're almost disgusted by how the place practically bleeds money and how well Cal seems to blend into this new environment.

Once you're in the room, you toss your suitcase onto the bed, hissing when the action results in a broken nail. Cal laughs at you as you stick your finger in your mouth. He comes over after a beat, pulling at your hand to inspect your nail. For a second, it looks like he's going to lick your finger, but he just lets you go. "Get dressed," he tells you, kissing your forehead. "I want to see how stunning you're going to look."

"Something's off about you."

You whip around, coming face to face with Emily. She's wearing an expression you recognize, but not on her: perfect blankness. There's no trace of a personality, no trace of a name attached to the person that spoke. Something tightens in your chest and you crane your neck to look at Spencer, who's blissfully unaware of the words that were just spoken. Instead, he's fully engaged in a conversation with JJ and Will, hands flapping as they smile warmly at him.

"I don't know what you're talking about," you say to Emily, crafting a neutral but surprised look to wear on your own face. "Not sure I appreciate the tone, though."

Emily scoffs. "Don't play dumb with me. Come on. I know you got the same feeling about me."

She's right, even though you don't admit it. It almost feels like when two predators acknowledge each other in the wild- they know they're evenly matched, and so they go their separate ways. Except that everyone in the room is a predator. You and Emily are a different breed, though.

She's done deep undercover work.

"Ladies!" Rossi interrupts, throwing an arm around Emily’s shoulders. If he notes any tension, he doesn't comment on it. "Why are you being antisocial over here?" He points at you. "Your boyfriend has been talking the ears off of JJ and Will. I honestly couldn't even tell you what about."

You shrug. "They don't seem to mind."

"Am I not allowed to talk to her?" Emily asks, eyebrow quirked. "I need to make sure she's not a secret spy."

Rossi laughs. "Garcia would have already sniffed that out, don't worry. Y/N passed her background check with flying colors."

"Did you?" You ask Emily, a small smile playing on your lips.

"Of course."

By now, Rossi’s gotten a good taste of the strangers of this interaction. He glances between you, eyes narrowing as they settle on you. You don't change your face.

"Actually, I think I'll join Spencer," you say, sliding past the two of them.

Spencer welcomes you gladly, folding you seamlessly into the conversation. Throughout most of it, you wonder how everyone else can understand what Will's saying. For all you know, he could be telling you off.

When you turn your head, you notice that Emily’s still looking at you. When you nod at her, she nods back.

You hope that's the end of it.

An hour in, you figure out that you hate weddings.

It doesn't help that you've been ditched. Cal was stuck to you like glue just long enough for you two to walk in together before he mumbled something about "important business" and took off. Currently, you're sitting alone at a table toward the back of the venue. You don't know what the hell you got so dressed up for or why you chose such a risky dress. One wrong move meant that everyone here was going to see a lot more of you than you were comfortable with.

"Hey, pretty lady," a man greets you, plopping himself in one of the empty seats next to you. You blink at him. "All alone here?"

"I'm here with my boyfriend."

He sighs, putting his sweaty hands on the table. "Now, what kind of man would leave his lady all by her lonesome?"

"How about you leave before I kick your ass?"

Cal laughs behind you, alerting you to his presence. You turn around, smiling at him. He's got a warm look on his face, the one that's only reserved for you.

"Oh!" The stranger yelps, standing up so fast that he rattles the table. "I didn't realize you were Cal's-"

"Just go," you tell him, waving him off. He doesn't waste any time.

Cal takes the empty seat. "I don't know why I bothered having security. You're scarier than all of them."

You roll your eyes. "Uh huh. Have fun chatting up all the old rich men here?"

He takes your hand. "I'm sorry to leave you alone for so long." Lifting your hand, he kisses it. You blush.

"I'm assuming you have to go back to that?"

He nods. "Will you be okay here?"

"I think I'm going to go smoke, actually."

He's the one that got you into cigarettes, so he doesn't protest this. "Go out the west wing exit," he says instead. "There's always too much traffic at the main doors."

The two of you part, heading in opposite directions. It takes you a bit to find the right exit, but you're blissful when the crisp air finally hits your face. The view isn't bad, either, but it does make your heart ache.

For some stupid reason, you hadn't realized that the venue was so close to the museum Spencer loved taking you to.

You take your sweet time outside, cigarette dangling loosely from your fingers. It's the most relaxed you've felt all day, away from the prying eyes that know you as someone else. This assignment has already gone on for longer than you'd expected, but Cal is a tough nut to crack. Every time you think you have his complete trust, that he'll tell you what you need to know, a door slams shut in your face, or he gets angry with you for the littlest action. You take a drag, watching the smoke dissipate in the air.

"Y/N?" A familiar voice asks.

Your heart stops.

Your blood freezes in your veins, seemingly distorting everything around you. "What?" You whisper into the phone.

"He'll be okay," JJ soothes. "He's getting checked out by an EMT as we speak, I promise. I'm staring at him right now."

"What happened?"

She pauses, which doesn't fill you with any kind of confidence. "He went in after the unsub without backup. They ended up getting into a bit of a fight before Morgan and I could get to him. The three of us took down the unsub together, Spence is just...bruised."

"Any cracked ribs?" You ask.

"I'll let you know as soon as I find out. I'll call back in a few, okay?"

Before you can reply, the line is disconnected.

For the next eleven minutes and thirty-two seconds, you don't move a muscle. This wasn't the first time Spencer had gotten hurt since you'd started dating- perks of being with someone that hunted serial killers for a living- but that did nothing to comfort you now. Your mind always went to the worst possible place, combing over your last interaction with Spencer, wondering if he died now, would he know how much you loved him? While you were at a desk job currently, most of your career had been spent never knowing if you'd make it to dawn. This had been ingrained in you by now. You've seen people die, you've seen people be killed in a heartbeat. You survived that.

You couldn't survive Spencer dying.

The second your phone rings, it's answered and at your ear. "How is he?"

"Y/N," Spencer says into the phone, and you feel your entire body relax.

Instead of answering him, you burst into tears.

"Hey, hey. I'm okay, love."

"Sorry!" You practically wail, covering your mouth with your hand. "Sorry. What did the EMT say? How are you feeling? When will you be home?"

He answers your questions in a steady tone, obviously still worried about your emotional level. "We're getting on the jet once JJ and Hotch finish wrapping up with the detectives here."

"Promise?"

"I promise, Y/N."

Twelve hours later, Spencer is wrapped in your arms. He has a cracked ribs and an assortment of bruises, but he's breathing and he's here.

"Are you ever going to tell me what happened to you that causes such a dramatic reaction?" He asks, making you tense.

"Spence…"

He sighs. "I know."

This was the biggest rift in your relationship. He pours his heart out day by day, and you're a shell of a woman with none of that to offer him. You can’t talk about most of your career. Even now, at a boring desk job, you're handling other people's undercover identities. You requested a break from going undercover and gotten it, but there's a part of your brain that still knows not to trust that. They could try to send you away tomorrow.

Spencer. Spencer is here. Spencer is staring at you. Spencer just said your name.

You know what you have to do, even if it'll hurt both of you. You'd tear yourself open to keep him safe, set yourself on fire to keep him safe, but that doesn't mean it'll be any easier to break his heart to keep him safe.

"I'm sorry?" You ask, scrunching your face up in confusion. "I think you have the wrong person."

You don't look exactly like you did when you dated Spencer. Your hair is a different color and cut, and your face has started hollowing out from stress and hate. Honestly, there's been times where you haven't even recognized yourself in the mirror.

He repeats your name, taking a step toward you. Instinct has taught you well, so even though you want to run forward into his arms, you take a step back.

He looks different since the last time you saw him. Different, but good. He's filled out more, his hair is longer, and he's holding himself with more authority. This Spencer isn't constantly curled in on himself, you know. He isn't always trying to make himself lesser. He's maintained his kind eyes, though. They're staring straight through you, searching for things you can't give him. All you can remember is the love you shared with him, the love you smashed when you left. It makes you ache.

This is conformation of your deepest fear: he's better off without you.

"That isn't my name," you tell him, cocking your head to the side. The cigarette, you notice, has fallen to the ground. You wonder if he's noticed, but you step on it all the same. "My name is Reva."

"Reva." It sounds distinctly wrong coming from his lips, like it doesn't quite fit despite his efforts to force it. By this point, you're well used to being called the wrong name. Something about the way Spencer says it still makes you want to cringe.

Regardless, he can't know any of that. He still has some hope in his eyes, although it's being muddled by confusion. "Yes," you confirm. "Look, I'm sorry you can't find who you're looking for. I'm not her, though."

"I'm sorry, too."

"Reva!" You hear, and you turn to find Cal coming out the door. Whipping your head back at Spencer, you gesture for him to leave, feeling some of your panic leak out into the open. Cal doesn't get to look at Spencer. He doesn't get to talk to Spencer.

Out of desperation, you practically leap into Cal's arms, kissing him firmly on the mouth. He’s surprised, but since he never says no to this kind of thing, he pulls you closer and deepens it. “Can we get out of here?” You whine, lowering your hands to right below his ass.

“I think that sounds perfect.”

As he takes your hand to lead you back into the venue, you spare one last look at Spencer. He’s rooted to the spot, mouth slightly agape as he stares at you.

You have the sinking feeling that you didn’t trick him well enough.

When you go into the office on Monday, you know. Your supervisor is standing at your desk, a grim expression on his face.

“I don’t want to go,” you tell him automatically.

All the other times you’ve been under, there’s been no one on the other side to miss you. Now, though? You think of Penelope, who likes surprising you with different kinds of flowers, of Rossi, who taught you how to make your first authentic Italian dish, of Hotch, who you just managed to work a soft smile out of, of JJ, who automatically gravitates toward you whenever you’re in a room together, of Morgan, who lifted you up and spun you around when you admitted to him that you could see a forever with Spencer, and god- Spencer. You don’t want to leave Spencer. You could survive without him, but there’d forever be a light missing.

“Come on into my office,” your supervisor tells you. “We have a lot to talk about.”

For the first time in a long time, you cry yourself to sleep.

The next day, you make your way back into the garden. Cal’s out again, probably plotting something that will result in death and destruction. You’re frustrated that he’s been so difficult to get through to, you’re frustrated that you saw Spencer last night, and all you want to do is throw your head back and scream until your throat is raw and bleeding. That isn’t an option, so all you can do is dig up your phone and make the call.

When you tell him what happened, all you get is a sigh before he hangs up. Figures. “Asshole.”

“What do you want me from me, huh?” You scream, hands balled into fists at your side. Your breath is heavy, weighing the room down.

Spencer scoffs at you. “I’ve made it perfectly clear what I want, you just aren’t listening anymore.”

“I can’t give you that.”

He won’t look at you anymore. Tears have started gathering in his eyes, and while you want to wipe them away, you know you don’t have the right. You’re the one that put them there, you’re the one making him act like this.

“It feels like I barely know you sometimes,” he says, and you don’t even have a counter argument for that. You’ve been so many people. At this point, you’re a jigsaw puzzle of everyone you’ve ever been, but he’s missing too many pieces to solve you.

When you don’t respond, he sighs, running his hand through his hair. And then-

“I don’t think I can do this anymore.”

You suck in a breath. “What?”

His voice firms. “I don’t think I can do this anymore, Y/N. I don’t know if this is working. I don't think I want to keep trying."

Before he can say anything else, before you can make your case, before you can fight for him, your legs are already carrying you out the door.

You make a single phone call.

“I’m in. Tell me more about the assignment.”

On a Wednesday, it ends. It's months since you saw Spencer. Part of you had expected some big event to come from that, whether it be Cal stabbing you in the stomach or Spencer somehow tracking you down to save you. Life isn't a romance movie, though, so you just went back to being alone.

And finally, after a century of careful prodding and poking, you get the information you need to take Cal down.

As the sun shines and the birds chirp, the SWAT team bursts through the door, shouting to get down. You scream Cal's name, knowing that your performance isn't going to be over until he never gets to see daylight again.

Unfortunately, Cal never goes down without a fight. He comes out guns blazing, shooting one of the SWAT members before they even register that he's there. In a flash, you're pressed up against Cal's chest, the barrel of his gun pressed to your head.

"You motherfucker," you whisper.

"I'm sorry, baby," he says to you, raising his voice to talk to the SWAT team. "Back off or I'll shoot!"

This fantastic plan results in you bleeding from a bullet wound in your stomach, curled on the ground and Cal is hauled off by SWAT. One of them approaches you once everyone else is gone.

"Good work, Y/N."

You hate hospitals. You hate the lights, the sounds, the smells, and the general fear of death that spikes whenever you enter through the doors. You've already been debriefed, already destroyed Reva. As far as Cal knows, you bled to death on his living room floor.

As you start to drift off to sleep, you hear a sudden clanging from down the hall, muffled voices oozing in frustration. Footsteps start up again, and then-

Oh.

Spencer’s in your room.

"Y/N," he gapes, coming up to the side of the bed. He starts to reach for your hand before aborting the motion; in response, you grab his instead. You're too weak to deny him right now. "Oh, god. Y/N."

"How are you here?" You ask.

"Penelope. I knew it was you outside the venue, and once the shock wore off, I knew you were undercover. We've been trying to locate you ever since, but your name pinged on her alerts when you were admitted here. What happened?"

"SWAT guy shot me."

The two of you lock eyes, and you're horrified to discover that you're both on the verge of crying. "Spence-"

He hugs you, arms gentle as he settles onto the bed. As you sob into his arms, you feel more at home than you have in a very long time.

Two weeks later, you're curled in his bed.

Things aren't normal. You've been gone for over a year and you left things completely unfinished. Not to mention that you've screamed yourself awake every night, panic attacks and sobs wrecking you even as Spencer whispers comforts as he holds you. But you're safe.

Another day later, Spencer helps you sit up before announcing, "We need to talk."

"I know."

He starts fiddling with the sleeves of his cardigan. "You- you left."

"You told me to."

"No! I-" he sighs, pulling harder at his sleeves. "I know it sounded that way. But I love you, Y/N. Then and now. I was never done trying for you."

You laugh a little. It doesn't sound right. "You don't love me now. I'm not even...I don't know how much of myself is even left anymore."

"So let me find out," he pleads. "Let me learn to love all the new things about you, let me cherish what hasn't changed."

"I'm sorry for running."

"I'm sorry for not chasing after you."

Your first date after coming back to yourself is a walk through the park. Spencer figures you can handle that, figures you won't get too overwhelmed or pained from the experience. He still lets you lean against him the entire time.

Since the first initial conversation, you've had many more. You've detailed your thoughts, as well as your experiences with Cal. You fought and fought and fought with your supervisor to get the clearance to tell Spencer, reminding him that you refused to ever go under again and that Spencer was an agent. Eventually, he folded. Spencer still had to sign an absurd amount of paperwork. In turn, Spencer explained the things he'd been up to since you left, how he refused to lose you again once he spotted you.

Things aren't perfect. They are better, though.

"Hey," you say, pulling at his hand until he stops. "I love you."

A big smile spreads across his face, and he leans forward until your foreheads are touching. "I love you too."

When you kiss him, you vow to yourself to never leave again.

#spencer reid fic #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid reader insert #spencer x you #spencer x reader #criminal minds fic #criminal minds reader insert #criminal minds #dorothywrites #spencer reid x y/n

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sparkleswritings · 4 years

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Heya nonnie! I hope I got your prompts right!

Thank you for requesting Shino he was definitely a challenge to write XD

Honestly not my best work but hey, writing outside of my comfort zone had to happen! I hope you enjoyed ^^

A Little Different

Prompt: Can you shut up for once in your life? + Please don't cry

Word count: 1,319

Tags: Fluff

You would hear people describing him as: weird, creepy, silent, mysterious amongst other things. You wouldn't know, though, since you haven't actually talked to the boy in question. But you didn't exactly agree with the first two.

Did people just think that because of his bugs? Because you certainly don't think bugs were weird or creepy, in fact, you were fascinated by them. So naturally, you were fascinated with him.

Though you continued admiring him from afar since you had absolutely no courage to start up any form of conversation with him. Not to mention he looked a little intimidating and closed off.

"Hey! Y/N! There you are," a voice chirped from behind you, making you jump.

"O-oh hey Ino, I didn't see you there," you said nervously, trying to cover up the fact that you had been observing Shino tending to his insects from behind a tree.

She quirked an eyebrow, suddenly interested in who you were looking at, trying to see behind you. When she moved left, you followed, when she leaned right, you shifted right. Your cheeks burned the more you kept at it making you falter just a little bit. Oh well...something tells you Ino was going to find out sooner or later anyway.

"Who is that," she squinted before her eyes widened in recognition,"wait...Shino?!"

You frantically covered her shout with your hand, praying that nobody was around to hear it.

"Shhh," you hissed, glaring daggers at the girl,"can you please shut up for once in your life? Just...don't say anything to anyone alright?"

"Alright alright, whatever you say," she grinned at you then dragging your arm to eat lunch. You were certain she knew about your crush now that you've been painfully obvious. Groaning, you had no choice but to follow the blonde.

She didn't bring up the subject for the next few days and you were thankful. If any of this reaches his ears, any lingering plans to interact with him would be thrown out of the proverbial window.

"Why don't you just talk to him?" Ino asked one day. You had decided to visit her in the flower store since you weren't up to anything.

"Are you crazy? I could never!"

"But why? I mean, you guys have a lot in common. You like bugs, he's practically made out of them. Plenty to talk about," she said whilst rearranging some blooms.

You put your chin on your hand, leaning your weight against the counter. She wasn't wrong, but you sucked at anything related to social interaction. Ino was your first friend, maybe even the only one and during the start of your friendship, she usually did all the talking.

"You think so?" you said, glancing over at her. Ino stopped fussing over the bouquet of daisies, hands on her hips.

She walked over to you, slipped two pieces of the white flower into your hair and said,"yes, in fact I think he'd be crazy not to like you. But if you never try you'll never know, so go!"

You grinned as you let yourself be practically pushed out of the store. Once outside you could smell the earthy nuance of rain. It would probably be bad if it rained right about now though, since you were hoping for a chance to meet Shino.

"Please don't rain for just a little longer!" you whispered gently to the sky, walking just a little faster to the spot where he usually tended to his bugs. How did you know this? Let's just say you had a tendency to pass by and observe whenever he was there. If he ever did notice your presence, he never reacted to it, so you never stopped. It was the closest thing you did to interact with him.

But to your disappointment, the usual clearing he'd occupy was empty today. Sitting on a rock, you contemplated on what your next move would be. Maybe you should wait another day?

"Y/N, I'm surprised to see you here," someone said, startling you ever so slightly.

You turned around and looked up, only to be met by a gaze hidden behind dark glasses.

"Shino! I...um, was hoping to see you! Here, that is," you jumped up from the rock you were sitting on to face him, fidgeting a little behind your back.

Now that he's gotten you off guard, anything you were planning to say to him shrivelled on your lips.

"L-lovely weather we're having," you cringed as soon as the words left you. Lovely weather?! That's the best you got? It's clearly clouding over right now and you felt like strangling Ino for telling you to talk to him today.

Shino looked up at the sky and back down to you, "quite," he said.

"What business did you have with me?"

"Huh?"

"You said you were hoping to see me," Shino sits beside you, leaving a bit of distance in between, letting his bugs roam upon his upturned palm.

"Oh that...I just wanted to see you, that's all. And maybe talk for a bit," you fidgeted, keeping your gaze low. Now that you were hearing yourself, you really should have thought this through beforehand!

"You just wanted to talk to me?" Shino asked, a bit surprised. He wasn't used to people wanting to talk to him after all, they would usually cut over him or maybe they wouldn't even notice him at all. This was a nice change.

"Y-yeah I did," you laughed nervously, fiddling with the daisies that were tucked into your hair. The sky let out a low rumble and something wet rolled down your cheek.

"Y/N, are you alright? Please don't cry," he looked at you in confusion, looking as if he was awkwardly trying to comfort you.

"Oh no no Shino, I'm fine! It just looks like it's going to start raining. We should find some shelter," you wiped the raindrops that had fallen onto your cheeks and soon, the surrounding area was covered with rivulets of water.

The both of you hurried to find some shelter, eventually deciding on a terrace of a closed shop. Surely nobody would have minded. The two of you dried off as much as you could before sitting down and waiting for the rain to calm down.

After a beat of silence he spoke,"it's rare for someone to personally seek me just to talk to me."

You smiled at that, because you knew what he meant.

"They just don't know how cool you really are," you said, closing your eyes because you were internally screaming. Did you really just say that? If your skin weren't cold because of the rain, you probably would have heated up considerably.

You couldn't see his face, but you hoped that his reaction to that little compliment was a positive one. It was another beat of silence before:

"Even though today is the first time we've properly spoken, I think you're a little different than the others," he said.

"Is that a good thing-?"

"Yes. I'm glad a girl isn't creeped out by me or my bugs-"

"I love bugs!" you suddenly bursted out, turning to him, before realising how you must have sounded and shyly retracting.

"I...find them interesting," you said after composing yourself.

"Would you like to meet mine?" he asked, turning to you. When he opened his palm, a pair of them crawled out.

"They're so adorable!" you gushed, getting a little closer to them. He let them crawl into your open hand and you had to admit, your heart skipped a few beats the minute the side of your hand touched his.

Shino was glad that his collar had been hiding half of his face, because this was the first time someone had taken such an interest in him as a person. And he had to admit, it felt good.

#naruto blog #naruto imagines #shino aburame x reader #shino aburame #naruto #self insert #thank you for being patient!#this was a hard one to write phew

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mugiwara-no-angel143 · 4 years

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Pairings: ProHero!Kirishima x F!Reader

Warnings: none; it’s fluffy

Tags: @aurorahoneybuns @mindninjax @enjifuckersupreme @catsonthebeachfics @lady-bakuhoe @lookslikeleese

Another huge thank you to @enjifuckersupreme for the banner!

A/N: I originally wanted this to be a multi chapter fic, and I had so many I guess you can say deleted scenes for it. (More ideas than anything else.) kinda want to do the daddy kiri thing. Maybe I'll put together more with this idea of him.

I hope this is good and that ya’ll like it!

Wrapped up in your blanket you begin to stir, the morning sun shining through your window waking you from your slumber. You sit up rubbing the sleep from your eyes, stretching your arms above your head while yawning. You hear noise coming from the kitchen, grabbing your robe and slipping on your slippers. You make your way to the beautiful sounds and delicious aroma, standing in the entrance way your heart melts. Your husband Kirishima and daughter in the middle of the kitchen are dancing, her tiny feet standing in his, scooping her up to twirl her close to him as he turns to flip a pancake. He sits her on the counter so she can help add butter and strawberries to the plates, she’s making more of a mess then anything else but he just smiles while cleaning up after her. In this moment every love song made sense, you never thought you could have this, that this man would open up his heart to the two of you, show you both that a man could be kind and a father could stay.

The day you met kirishima was through a mutual friend, she hinted that you both would get along great, but you couldn’t get the thought out of your head. You’d get along great with guys she set you up with but once they found out you had a daughter slowly they backed off, you understood, it’s a big step to take on early on a relationship and eventually you strayed away from dating,you would never introduce her to any of them, you wouldn’t put her through any heartache of becoming attached.

“Mina, I don’t know, he sounds amazing, but you know how this ends.”

“Y/n, he’s not like that, meet up with him, a coffee date. He knows about Emiko and he wants to get to know you.”

“He does?” You asked, worry still evident on your face.

“If this one doesn’t work out, I’ll stop setting you up ok?” She pulls up her pinky for you to take into yours.

“Ok.” You sighed. “ I know you’re scared, I know how things ended with her dad, just take a leap of faith ok?”

He came by to pick you up from your house, it was a Saturday, he had a rare day off and you couldn’t believe that he wanted to use it on you , especially once you found out he was a Pro Hero. Mina! No, are you sure he wants to meet me . Hush she’d say how could he not want to meet you. Once you heard the knock you opened it way too fast. Looking up at him and you smiled.

“Hi” it was all you mustered out when you saw him standing there, he was tall and handsome was an understatement and when he smiled, you swear it pierced your heart like a bow Cupid himself sent right to you.

“Hi there. I’m Kirishima, you must be y/n?” You nod, your smile never faltering. “Are you ready to head out?”

“Yea let me just grab my bag, Um, come in, it’ll be quick.”

He walks inside, looking around as you walk into the kitchen to get your bag. He smiled at the pictures you had on the walls and the toys that littered the floor.

Emiko was in the kitchen with Mina, she was going to stay with her while you walked to the coffee shop that wasn’t too far from your place. She peeked her head out as you said your goodbyes. Kirishima catches her , squatting as he waved her over.

“Hi there, princess.” She walks up to stand behind your leg, smiling at him. He looks up to you from his position. “I have an idea! How about I take you both to the ice cream shop that’s across from that coffee shop?”

The bewildered look you gave did not go unnoticed, “oh i don’t know, ummm, it’s ok really, you don’t have to …”

“I want to.” He gets up, looks you in the eye “It’ll be fun. Give me a chance to get to know you both.”

You smiled at him as your heart swelled, he really wanted to know you both, he wasn’t terrified about you having someone who needed you, someone who would always come first. You looked back at Mina and she let you know that if you needed her she was a phone call away.

“Thank you Mina.” You smiled.

“Yea, yea, treat her right Kiri, I’ll pop you one and you know I will.”

“Don’t worry, she’s in good hands.” He smiled when Emiko took her tiny hand and wrapped it around one of his fingers and you took her hand in yours as you headed out.

A few months had passed since your ice cream date, you had started dating him and it was the best decision you made, he was amazing with your daughter and you started to fall hard for him. You had finally broken down one day and told him about your past. That is so unmanly he would tell you and he’d reassure you whenever you needed him so that he wasn’t going to leave, that you both had him wrapped around your fingers. That night he told you he loved you and he showed you just how much over and over again.

One night after dinner, you put Emiko to bed coming out to spend some time with Kiri. He held out his hand inviting you to sit with him, he wrapped his arms around you sitting with his back on the arm of the couch and you shifted in between his legs, you sigh in contemptment, it was as if you both were puzzle pieces that belonged together, he kissed your shoulder.

“Babe?” You hummed in acknowledgement. “Did you know about the Father/Daughter dance that was coming up at Emiko’s school?” You turn to face him.

“I know of it but she didn’t mention it coming up.” You looked at him.

“Well, she asked me if I could go with her.”

“Oh, Kiri, it’s ok, if something like this is too soon for you …”

He grabbed your wrists looking into your eyes that were searching his “I know, but I want to. I won’t break her heart by saying I can’t. I already texted FatGum for the day off. It’s this Saturday.”

You couldn’t help the way you looked at him, he was serious about always being here for you. The thought was foreign to you. Her dad left you both alone, it was too much, he said, he couldn’t do it. How could he look into her face and not want to stay with her, for her. Kirishima’s voice brought you back from your thoughts.

“I’ll pick her up at 4pm. The dance starts at 5pm.” He kissed your forehead and you fell on to his chest.

The day came and you had her dressed in a beautiful coral dress, a matching ribbon tied up like a headband at the crown of her head, her curls flowing passed her shoulders. There was a knock at the door and her face lit up. She ran up to answer it and before her stood your boyfriend, he wore a coral button up to match her dress with a matching tie and black slacks. He kneeled down to present her with the small bouquet of daisy’s he picked up for her. Little by little this man made you believe in love and restored your faith that not all men were horrible.

You were brought back from your thoughts when you heard her yell “mama!!” Before she could jump off the counter Kirishima grabbed her and guided her down.

“Daddy and I made breakfast! Look!” And she held out her plate so you could see the arrangement of pancakes, bacon and strawberries.

“It looks so good, sweetie.” You kiss her forehead, walking with her to the table helping her from dropping the plate. Kirishima came up to you, bringing you into a chaste kiss. It had been two years since the day you met but it felt like you had known him for a lifetime.

“Hey! My daddy!, “ you both laugh at the pout she makes and he gives her a kiss on her nose. You put your hand on your belly and make a face. He kneels down placing a hand on your swollen belly feeling the kicks on his hands “not giving mama a hard time are you little man.” He kisses your belly, he looks up at you with so much love in his eyes.

“I can’t wait to meet him Kiri.”

“I hope he looks like you.” And you smile at the thought. Emiko coming up to touch your belly also smiling a big toothy grin.

“You got my smile you know.” Kiri mirrors her smile. “Daddy! You adopted me ‘member!!”

“Oh right, Are you sure? I always forget.”

You pull him again “And I hope that he has your heart.” This causes your big manly husband to blush. “You have the biggest heart and I hope he grows to the man you are.” Wrapping your arms around his neck, when he wraps his big arms around your waist you feel safe and protected.

Piece by piece, everytime you fell he picked you up, he was kind, gentle and never walked away.

#kirishima x reader #kirishima eijiro x reader #kirishima ejirou #kirishima imagine #kirishima fluff #I just absolutely love daddy kiri #the man would be amazing with kids #im so soft for him #a total simp if you will

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noyoucantpinmedown · 3 years

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Springtime Swap

For this year's Springtime Swap I had to write for @totaldramablueyonder! This was a lot of fun. I've never written Katie and Sadie so it was good to try them out. I hope you like it!

Courtney didn't have friends. Never had. Never needed to. She got along well enough with her classmates to be somewhat popular, and that was all she needed to be named Student Council President.

But then Katie Ayala and Sadie Li joined the Student Council.

Those two were the chattiest girls Courtney had ever known. Whenever they bumped into each other in the hallways, they would keep her there for a good five minutes before she could excuse herself, and then she'd be late to wherever she was going. And Courtney hated being late.

So when she found out Katie and Sadie were being elected, she had to hold back the urge to slam her head against a wall.

But they impressed her. They showed up to the very first meeting in matching pink pantsuits- their outfits were always coordinated. They proposed doing a bake sale to raise money for homecoming, which Sadie made the budget plans for. Katie got half the school to buy something and charmed the other half into caving in and buying as well. In the end they raised a lot more money than they were aiming for. They were competent, and Courtney could always respect that.

"Courtney!" She heard Katie's high pitched voice from down the hallway, always distinct among the murmuring of the students. In a second, she and Sadie were standing by her locker. "Sadie and I were going to hang out at my house, do you wanna come?"

She blinked. "Oh, um...well thanks, but I have a lot of homework to do and--"

"Oh, that's okay, we do too!" Sadie piped up. "We can all do it together."

Shit. "I just--"

"Come on, it'll be so much fun!"

Courtney sighed and closed her locker. "Fine, okay, I'll come." The girls squealed. "But I can only stay until six, okay?"

Katie was already linking arms with her, Sadie on her other side. "Sure! We'll drive you home!"

The three climbed into Sadie's car, where the talking mingled with the music coming from the radio, which Katie had plugged her phone into.

Katie's walls were painted pink, and the white comforter on her bed was so thick and soft it almost looked like a cloud. "Do you guys want anything from the kitchen?"

Courtney sat down on the bed and began taking out her books. "I'd like some coffee, if you have any."

"I want coffee too!"

Katie nodded and left for downstairs, leaving Courtney alone with Sadie. Which was awkward, because while she wasn't close to either of the girls, she got on with Katie better. Sadie went quiet, so she guessed the feeling was mutual. She looked around the room, looking for something to make conversation with.

There were several posters of singers and bands on the walls. Courtney recognised Selena Quintanilla, One Direction and Little Mix among them. The desk by the window had been taken over by a sewing machine, pattern books and other sewing supplies.

"I didn't know Katie sowed."

"We both do. We make or alter a lot of our clothes", Sadie explained. She was laying down on the bed next to her. "That's how we always match. It's hard to find clothes that have both of our sizes, so..."

"That's really smart."

"Okayy, here's coffee!" Katie stepped through the doorway with a tray, which she set down on her nightstand. "I think we should start with math, just so we get it out of the way."

Courtney was worried that they would get distracted and not get any work done, but despite talking as they worked, they managed to finish all of their work, perhaps faster than Courtney would have done on her own.

When they were done, Katie put on some music and sat at her desk. She had brought a plate with cookies from downstairs. Courtney took a bite out of one while she checked her social media. Sadie was doing the same, and humming along to the music. The three weren't talking, but Courtney felt so relaxed. It really wasn't as bad as she thought it would be. The complete opposite, in fact.

"Katie, I was thinking we could use the fabric from the pantsuits to make rompers, or like a cute top and skirt combo."

The taller girl looked away from the shirt she was replacing a button on. "What? But the pantsuits turned out so well! And taking the stitches out is going to be such a pain."

"Well, yeah, but when are we going to wear them? Like, we literally just made them for the Student Council, and the fabric cost a lot!"

Courtney locked her phone and put it down. "I think Sadie has a good point."

Katie sighed, looking over at the open closet where the hot pink pant and suit jacket were visible. "A top and skirt in this color does sound nice. Oh my God, if we work quickly we could wear them to Geoff's next party."

Sadie looked somewhat satisfied before the prospect of a party distracted her. "He's throwing another one? When?"

Of course he was throwing another party. Geoff was the star quarterback of the school's football team, and his parties were infamous. He was easily the most popular person in school- everybody liked him, and he liked everyone. If he had thought to run for Student Council President, he could probably have given Courtney a run for her money.

"DJ told me that two weeks from now, his parents will be out of town. Oh!" A sudden idea hit her. She patted Courtney's knees to get her attention. "Court, you never come, we should all go together!"

"Oh my God, you totally should! You're like, friends with Bridgette, right? I'm sure she can get you an invite."

Geoff's girlfriend was in the volleyball team with Courtney. They sometimes talked in the hallways, and she liked the girl's laid back, yet grounded attitude. "Yes, we're friend...ish, I guess. But my parents would never let me go. And I have a curfew."

That didn't phase Katie. "You can just tell them you're having a sleepover at my house."

Her eyes widened. "Lie to them? I can't do that!"

She had never lied to her parents, not once. She had never disobeyed them, either.

"It wouldn't be a lie, we'd actually sleep over here after the party." Sadie grabbed a cookie from the plate. "Come on, it'll be so much fun."

"Yeah! Who knows, you might even meet someone."

"Oh, stop!" Sadie rolled her eyes at the suggestive look her best friend gave her. "She's hellbent on finding me the perfect girlfriend." She explained to Courtney.

That made her smile. "That's sweet."

"Do you have your eye on anyone, Court?"

She thought back to Alejandro, the charming exchange student who was too much of a flirt and a sweet-talker for her liking. Then to Duncan, which her recoil- she would die if anyone knew she had ever been attracted to him. Finally they landed on the red-haired boy from shop class that had been so helpful during the bake sale. Just a few days before, she had opened her locker to find someone had slipped a daisy inside through the slits at the top. It was a little damaged from having to fit through such a small opening. She had turned around to see who it might have been, and he was watching her from the other side of the hall. When she caught his eye, he blushed as red as his hair then walked away as quickly as he could.

"Please don't tell anyone."

The girls squealed. "No, of course not!"

"Promise!" Katie offered her pinkie finger, and Sadie imitated her. Courtney pinkie swore with both of them, a giddy smile forming on her face.

"Okay, you know Scott? He built the food stands for the bake sale. Tall, ginger hair, a year below us."

"Oh my God! He totally did that because he likes you. I saw how he looked at you when you thanked him."

"Actually..." She told them about the daisy. The girls squealed again, and Katie reached down to squeeze Courtney's hands.

"That's so sweet!"

"Oh my God, that's so cute!"

"You guys think? I know I can come off a bit strong sometimes. He probably thinks I'm the annoying Student Council chick."

Sadie shook her head. "Why wouldn't he like you? You're, like, super smart, and super pretty too! And some guys like girls with strong personalities."

"Yeah, you're gorgeous. He totally likes you back. He'll probably be at the party, you know. He hangs a lot with Duncan, and Duncan and Geoff are super close."

Courtney cringed inwardly at the mention of the school's resident bad boy, but the idea of going to the party was getting more and more appealing. She could picture herself dancing with the girls, and maybe Bridgette too. Letting loose for once. Feeling as happy as she was feeling now. Maybe she could find Scott and talk to him.

She had been so wrong about these girls- not that she'd ever say it aloud. They weren't vapid, or stupid. They were geninuely kind and skilled.

"You know what?" She said, "the sleepover sounds like a good idea."

#springtime swap #td writers #my writing #td katie #td sadie #td courtney

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imnotoverlyobsessive · 4 years

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Looks Like Someone Picked a Whole Bushel of Oopsie Daisies

Chapter Ten: Shades of Blue

As always, thanks to @edward-or-ford and @pacific-ship!

How can you leave me on my own? Desperate and destitute, these seconds feel like lifetimes without you.- New Years Day, My Dear

Mabel marked off February 1st in her calendar with an X in her pink gel pen with sparkles (was it really even a gel pen if there were no sparkles? Mabel’s opinion was firmly on the side of ‘no, absolutely not’).

Just two hundred and twelve days to go. She was counting the days, the hours, the seconds (okay, maybe just the days, she wasn’t that good at math) till her parents could no longer keep her from her soulmate.

Because on August 31st, 2017, Mabel and her super awesome brother-boyfriend-soulmate combo would be turning eighteen, and there was nothing their parents could do to keep them apart once they turned eighteen.

Their parents had insisted they were monitoring their texts, and that they weren’t allowed to speak under any circumstances.

Of course, Dipper had called Mabel from Grunkle Stan’s phone (turns out their parents had been total liars about that, too, and neither Grunkle Stan nor Grunkle Ford was in any way opposed to the whole soulmate situation) as soon as she got home, and they had both downloaded an untraceable messaging app where they could text, make phone calls, and send pictures.

As one might imagine, they sent a great deal of pictures.

And also videos.

They had a lot of phone sex and sexy texting time, okay? They’d only gotten to have actual in-person sex twice (twice!), so they had to compensate somehow.

In any case, there was nothing they could do about it before they turned eighteen, so they had to come up with workarounds.

Not that it could prevent the withdrawals that were likely to hit if another month or two went by without them seeing each other, of course, but it sure made the days go by easier.

Mabel wasn’t sure what her parents were planning to do once they hit the three month mark and the first of the withdrawal symptoms started. It wouldn’t be so bad at first, according to what Dipper had told her regarding the massive amount of research he’d done. Probably just more of the usual depression she’d been having since she watched him disappear behind their car, and then sleepiness, then headaches and body aches, and then things would get progressively worse until eventually, they wouldn’t be able to function at all anymore.

She didn’t know what their plans were for anything, really. She hadn’t spoken to them since they’d left Gravity Falls. She hadn’t said a word to them on the drive home; just put her headphones in and tuned out. She hadn’t said anything to them since, either. Her parents would try to get her to talk sometimes. Her mom did it more often. She had headphones on most of the time. She wasn’t even home very much.

She didn’t tell her parents when she was going to a friend’s house the way she had before. The first few times, her parents had called the parents of various friends until they found her. After awhile, though, they stopped.

She didn’t care if they were worried. They clearly weren’t worried enough about her and Dipper to let them be together, so Mabel didn’t see any reason to notify them or her comings and goings, despite their protests. Just because they wanted to cherry pick their concerns for her well being didn’t mean she had to let them.

Besides, she came home every few days, anyway. It was usually only for a night, of course. Then she’d go back out again. And yeah, that meant she was out on school nights, but her grades were good, and she always made it to class on time.

She wanted Dipper. She wanted to be in his arms again. She slept in the shirt she’d taken from him every night, and she hadn’t even washed it. It smelled more like her by that point than it did him, and not in a good way, either, but it made her feel a little better.

Plus, whenever she sent him pictures of herself wearing it (sometimes leaving enough of the buttons undone to where her cleavage was visible, other times leaving all the buttons undone), he got all possessive and sexy, and the night usually ended with them panting each other’s names into the phone as quietly as they could.

Mabel stared at the cheery pink gel pen in her hand. She wasn’t feeling particularly pink. She hadn’t felt pink in just over a month, as it happened. Which was strange, because Mabel always felt some shade of pink or purple.

But she could hardly remember what Dipper smelled like. She could hardly remember what he tasted like. What he felt like. If she couldn’t remember those things, she couldn’t make herself feel anything that wasn’t some shade of blue or other.

She hung the gel pen back up on her calendar, grabbed her overnight bag, and opened her bedroom door.

She had her headphones in and was looking at her phone, pulling up a playlist, so she didn’t notice her mother there until she spoke.

“Honey, why don’t you spend the night here? I’ll make your favorite, if you want, and we can watch a movie, and…” tears welled up in her mother’s eyes. “Please, sweetheart, I can barely remember what your voice sounds like.”

Well, Mabel thought, maybe you shouldn’t have decided to separate me from my soulmate, then.

With that in mind, Mabel shot her mother a glare severe enough to make her flinch, and pushed past her, her overnight bag bumping against the hallway wall as she did.

Her friends were waiting for her in their car outside.

Mabel loaded her bag into the trunk and ignored her mother watching her behind the curtains in the living room.

Squeezing into the only empty seat in the car, she grinned at her friends.

Kristin, Eva, and Julie had been total lifesavers. They knew about Mabel’s soulbro situation, and they were, like, super supportive.

“Your ‘rents still giving you shit?” Julie asked over her shoulder as she pulled out of the driveway.

Mabel sighed heavily, her shoulders drooping. “It’s not shit, exactly, just…” she sighed again. “They just, y’know. They won’t let me see him.”

“Yeah, that still doesn’t make any sense to me at all,” Kristin said, adjusting her black lipstick in a compact mirror. “I get that having an incesty-soulmate isn’t, like, ‘socially acceptable’ or whatever,” she did air quotes with her fingers, the motion seeming a bit off due to the tube of eyeliner she had in between her pointer and index fingers that she was using in lieu of lipstick. “But if my parents can handle me being bi, yours should be able to handle your soulmate being your brother.”

“Okay, so here’s the thing,” Eva cut in, turning around to address Kristin and Mabel. “I feel like, if it were me, and they were my kids, at first I’d be all freaked out, y’know? Cause like, they’re your kids, and then it turns out they’re soulmates and have to bang a whole bunch or they’ll get all eeeeuuughh, right? That’d mess anybody up, I think,” she paused for a moment before continuing. “But the thing is, though, I feel like after that initial freak out, I’d be kinda relieved, honestly.”

“Relieved? Really?” Julie was so surprised she forgot to use her turn signal when changing lanes. “Oops, my b,” she said, half to herself and half to the driver who had honked at her. Not that he could hear her, of course.

“Why relieved?” Mabel wondered.

“Well, if you’ve got a kid, right, and your kid finds their soulmate and it’s some stranger you don’t know, how do you know your kid’s soulmate isn’t gonna hurt them, or be a terrible person or something?” Eva reasoned.

“That’s a good point,” Kristin agreed, shutting her compact mirror with a snap. “Soulmates aren’t exactly exempt from domestic abuse and shit.”

Eva nodded. “Exactly, so like, if it were me, I feel like I’d be cool with it once I got used to the idea, because I’d know my kids, right, so I’d know they’d never hurt each other.”

“That makes sense,” Julie said thoughtfully.

“Mmm,” Mabel hummed. “I guess. I dunno. They’re weird about it.”

“Wait a sec,” Kristin interjected. “Didn’t you say your parents mentioned something about their parents being, like, religious fundies or something?”

Mabel nodded. “I think my grandmother on my mom’s side might be. Which would make sense, honestly, since my mom has been so militant about keeping the Dipster and me apart.”

“Okay, first of all,” Eva had a haughty air to her voice, and Mabel raised an eyebrow at her. “First of all,” she said again. “It’s ‘the Dipster and I’.”

The other three girls groaned, and Julie took a hand off the wheel to swat at her half heartedly.

“Ommigod, shut up!” Mabel giggled.

“Whatever, you love me and you know it,” Eva said with a grin.

The others grumbled but did not object.

“FYI, Mabes,” Kristin put a hand on her arm. “You should send him a selfie real quick.”

“Oh?”

“Mhm,” her friend nodded sagely. “You look hot, and it’s a damn crime he doesn’t get to see it in person, so you gotta help a brotha out!”

Mabel smiled and snapped a few dozen pictures of herself.

“Okay, which one’s best?” she asked, handing her phone to Kristin, who scrolled through and inspected each one.

“No, no, no… meh, maybe… no, no… oooo, yes, love it, this one, totes send this one! Look at how much boobage you got in there, just fuckin’ go for it, man!”

Mabel grinned and sent the picture to Dipper, along with a short little miss you <3 text.

He responded with a miss you too and then, two seconds after, fuck you’re beautiful.

She giggled and showed Kristin his response. “Mhm, mhm, told ya.”

“Okay, so, confession time,” Julie said, pulling into her parents’ driveway.

“Spill it,” Eva immediately demanded.

“So you guys know Chad, right?”

“Unfortunately,” Kristin said with a grimace. The guy in question was a bit of a fuckboi.

“No, don’t say that!” Julie whined, getting out of the car. “He’s really sweet!”

”Of course he is,” Eva deadpanned.

“He is!” Julie insisted. “Anyway, so he asked me out.”

Mabel groaned. “Jules, tell me you didn’t.”

“I might have, yeah.”

“Ugh, ew,” Kristin said.

“It’s not ew!”

“No, it’s totally ew,” Eva pointed out, and Mabel nodded her agreement.

“If it helps,” Julie was saying sheepishly as she unlocked her front door, “he’s really, really good.”

“Of course he’s really good, numbnuts,” Kristin said with an eye roll. “He’s slept with half the school.”

“So have you!” Julie said defensively.

“Oooo, gotta point there,” Mabel snickered, pointing a glittery blue nail at her friend.

“Yeah, but I’m, like, discreet about it,” Kristin pointed out. “And I’ve actually dated people seriously, too!”

“Anyway,” Julie cut in. “So the consensus is ew, then, huh?”

“Definitely ew,” Mabel agreed.

“Why are Chads always such Chads?” Kristin wondered aloud, opening the door to Julie’s bedroom.

“They really are,” Eva laughed, plopping down on the bed.

“Soooo…” Mabel trailed off. “Cards Against Humanity, anybody?”

———————————————————————Her friends always helped push the separation anxiety to the back of her mind, but with the other three girls asleep, there was nothing for Mabel to do but wallow.

Her phone lit up the dark room, illuminating the air mattress Mabel lay on.

Dipper had sent her a message.

I want you.

Mabel unplugged her phone and scrambled up as quietly as she could, crossing the hall into the guest bedroom and locking the door behind her and turning on the light, typing out a quick okay in response.

She knew from experience that as long as she was quiet, nobody would hear her.

Now? he asked.

Now.

And then he was calling her, and she was hastily stuffing her headphones in her ears and hitting the little phone icon on her screen.

“Hey,” he greeted, and she could hear the smile in his voice.

“Hey,” she said back. It was always such a relief to hear him. “I miss you.”

“We’ve been texting all day,” he laughed.

“I know, but…”

“It’s not the same,” he agreed with the words she hadn’t said.

“Yeah,” her voice was soft, and she heard him sigh on the other end of their call.

“Can I see you?” he asked after a moment.

“Y- yeah, one sec.” They’d done this more times than she could count, but somehow, she was always nervous.

She stripped out of her shorts and unbuttoned his shirt to let it reveal her breasts, pulled her panties down a bit with her thumb and smiled into the camera.

She only had to take six or seven pictures before she had one she was satisfied with. Sending it over and promptly deleting them from her phone, she waited for it to arrive.

She knew when he got it, because he said, “Fucking hell, Mabel,” with a groan, and she could almost picture him stroking himself.

She’d only seen him do that a handful of times, when they’d gotten the chance to do this on the rare occasion she was at their parents’ for the night. She could have watched it for hours.

“You’re so perfect,” he sighed in her ear, and if she closed her eyes, she could almost imagine he was there with her. He’d kiss her neck, maybe, and then squeeze her breasts and pinch her nipples. Mimicking the things he was doing to her in her mind’s eye, she trailed a hand down her body and stroked herself lightly through her panties, listening to the way his breath was quickening.

“I wanna see you, too, Dip,” she sighed into the phone.

A few seconds later, a picture came through of him holding himself, and when she saw him naked… well. She had seen him naked more times than she could count by that point, but it was always breathtaking each time.

“Are you wet for me, Mabes?” he murmured in her ear.

She nodded, pulling her drenched panties off and kicking them to the side, before remembering he couldn’t see her. “Yes.”

“Show me.”

She took another picture, this time of a part of herself she didn’t really understand why he wanted to see, but he liked it so she sent it to him anyway.

“I wish I had gotten to taste you,” he gasped. “I think about that a lot.”

“O- oh?” How embarrassing. She knew she was blushing. She could feel it.

“Are you blushing right now?” Dipper asked. “I bet you are. You’re so cute when you blush.” She giggled a little, and he went on. “Will you touch yourself for me?”

“Mhm.” She brushed her fingers over her slit, dipping one inside slightly, just for a second, and gasping as she did so.

“Pinch your nipples, too, okay? I know you like that.” He did know, didn’t he? He knew all the things she liked. He seemed to know them intuitively. To be fair, though, he’d said she knew all the things he liked, too.

Pinching her nipple and brushing a finger lightly over her clit, Mabel whimpered.

“Does that feel good?”

“Y- yes,” she gasped out.

“I wish… mmmf,” he cut himself off with a groan. “I wish this was your hand instead of mine.”

Mabel squeezed her breast roughly, rubbing a finger back and forth over her clit.

“Me too,” she whined. “God, Dip, I want… I want you inside me so bad, I-“

“I know, Mabes. I know. I’d give anything to be inside you right now.”

She rubbed herself a little faster, and her legs were going to give out, she could tell they were, so she allowed herself to collapse onto the cold of the hardwood floor.

“You okay?” Dipper asked when he heard her fall to the ground, concern evident in his voice.

“Yeah, I just had to… ah!” she gasped. “I had to sit down.”

“Oh, okay,” he murmured, and it sounded like he went back to stroking himself.

“I need you.” She’d resorted to begging. She always did that when she was getting close.

“I know,” he groaned. “I need you, too.”

“Dipper, I- please, I need…” she rubbed herself faster, and her hips lifted off the floor an inch or so.

“I know,” he said again.

“I need you.” She couldn’t stop. It felt too good. “I need it, I want you so bad, please,” she begged. “Please give it to me, please Dip, god, I can’t-“

“Are you gonna cum for me, Mabes?”

“Yes,” she gasped. “Yes, I’m gonna- fuck, I want your cum in me, yes-“ her wrist hurt, but she kept going. She was so close, so fucking close-

“Cum for me, I wanna hear you cum for me.”

“Dipper, ah, oh fuck, Dipper, I’m gonna-“ her body spasmed, and she fell limp.

A few seconds later, he followed her with a grunt.

It had felt so good, and Mabel felt so content for a split second, because she’d forgotten that Dipper wasn’t there with her.

The tears started to fall, and she began to sniffle. It usually ended that way. She couldn’t help it.

“Mabel,” he said with a sigh.

“I’m sorry,” she hiccuped.

“No, no,” he assured her. “I just… I wish I could be there with you.”

“I don’t care where we are as long as we’re together,” she cried softly.

“I know,” he sighed again. “But we’ll be together soon, okay? I’ve got an idea.”

“An idea?” What kind of idea, she wondered.

“Yeah, but it’s a surprise, so until I’ve got everything worked out, just be patient for me, okay?”

“Okay,” she sniffed.

“I love you,” he told her softly.

“I love you, too.”

After a few seconds, he said, “and on that note, I need to clean this jizz off my stomach before it drips all over my bed.”

She giggled. “Okay, I’ll talk to you later.”

“You’ll text me tomorrow, right?”

“Uh, doi, when don’t I?” She sniffed again. It was hard to force the silliness that usually felt natural when she felt so blargh.

“Good point,” he chuckled. “Night, then. Love you,” he said again.

“Love you, too.”

After they hung up, it took several minutes for Mabel’s body to stop tingling from her orgasm, and then several more minutes before she could stop the tears and go back to bed.

Being without him was tougher than she’d imagined.

#gravity falls #gravity falls fanfiction #gf fanfiction #Pinecest #mabel pines #dipper pines #fanfiction #fanfic #looks like someone picked a whole bushel of oopsie daisies #my writing

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percy-the-penguin · 4 years

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The Breaking Point 2/?

I promise the next chapter will be better I just ran out of creativity and didn’t want to rewrite it This contains a short musical scene. The song is Erase Me by Ben Folds Five Word count: 1037 TW: Fire, mentions of blood, let me know if there’s anything else I missed

That’s exactly where Boleyn was found. She sat in that same position the whole night. Knees to her chest and her head tucked between them. Luckily she had stopped crying by the time Parr walked in

“B?” She called softly

Boleyn sat up straight and took a deep breath before responding from her corner “Over here”

Boleyn usually wasn’t one for nicknames but Parr was her best friend so it was different

Parr walked over and knelt in front of her “Are you okay? I was worried about you when you didn’t come in”

If she was so worried, why didn’t she come out to check on you earlier?

“Sorry for worrying you” Boleyn said evenly

Parr looked alarmed when she noticed Boleyn’s hand

Boleyn glanced down at it. The blood was dried and it was swollen. She winced whenever she tried to move it

“What happened?” Parr asked with concern

“Just a small mishap.” Boleyn soothed. She was fully aware it was broken

“I think-” Parr quickly stopped herself, not wanting to get in trouble for saying what she thought. Not again. Never again

“You can tell me”

Parr looked back up shyly “I think you should get it checked out” she said in a whisper

Boleyn nodded her acceptance “Alright. I’ll get it checked out. I’ll go right now in fact”

“Thank you” Parr said with a small smile “Would you like me to come with you?”

“Oh, no, that’s quite alright. You should stay here, help make sure Seymour doesn’t kill anyone”

Parr nodded “Okay.”

Bolenyn stood and waved a goodbye to Parr with her good hand before starting the walk, the loneliness creeping over her once again

She frowned as she came back an hour and a half later “Guys?” she called but there was no response

They had done it again. Left her alone. She couldn’t believe it. She had gone to get her wrist and hand fixed up, having come back with a green cast on it and everyone was gone. She checked her phone and no texts either. So now here she was, sitting in the garage and furiously writing every possible social interaction, every possibility, every outcome, trying to figure out what she had done wrong. She hadn’t hurt these people, why were they being like this? She froze as her pencil suddenly snapped in her hand. She dropped the remaining half, her breathing shaky

“What was our home?”

Boleyn glanced at a picture of the original queens

“Paper not stone..”

She watched as a small air current made the picture flutter to the ground

Memories swarmed through her mind of the past days

“A lean to the most. Oh when you pour..you're half away. Gravity want..like it always does”

She was pulled from the memories back to her place in the garage

“Did I waste time?”

She moved a page to look at another

“Would it be easier..? To just delete..our pages and the plans we've made?”

Images flashed through her mind. Aragon, Seymour, Cleves, Howard, Parr. She slammed her hand on the desk

“Erase me, so you don’t have to face me”

She flipped the surface in front of her

“Put me in the ground and move the daisies. Ah, the memory, see how it goes, when you erase me.”

She ripped three of the pages in half

“Erase me.” she watched them fall to the floor

She picked up some more papers and a lighter

“So what will you do? With no me for you.”

She set a corner of the paper on fire as Parr walked in

“B?”

“I know what we said. What if I left, a thing to”

She dropped the burning papers to the ground as the others walked in

“We know that you don't seem to think about what you need to if you reached you'll find that you..have erased me”

The papers caught fires to others and smoke rose lightly behind Boleyn

“What the fuck is this?” Seymor asked

“You’re crazy!” Howard said

Someone rushed to presumably get a fire extinguisher but Boleyn couldn’t tell who, everything was a blur

“Turn around in two weeks time” Boleyn glared at how close Anne and Parr were standing “replace me”

“Ah, the memories” Boleyn flicked the lighter on “Everybody knows how it goes” she watched the flame with a smirk “you just erase me!”

The desk was also on fire and she dropped the lighter on the ground next to some wood

“And if you feel nothing, guess what I’m gonna be” Boleyn looked to them

“Nothing”

Her expression went blank as Cleves, rushed in, putting the fires out with the extinguisher

She didn’t hear when people started yelling. She barely felt herself moving as she pushed past them and left out the front door. It didn’t even register when she came too hours later standing at the edge of a lake, her phone broken on the ground in front of her

Her emotions suddenly took over and she collapsed to the ground. She hit her head on a rock

Then there was darkness

When she woke up again she was laying in bed with no recollection of what happened after the pencil snapped. She shut her eyes again as the light made a sharp pain stab through her head. She groaned in pain as she put her pillow over her face

“Oh you’re awake” Said a voice with absolutely no enthusiasm, maybe even a bit of disappointment. It was Howard

“Yes” Boleyn stated “Now turn the lights off you..you..” she struggled to come up with the word. She grimaced and groaned

“Wow that’s the first time you’ve ever not finished a paragraph”

Boleyn threw the pillow that had previously been over her face at her cousin with a scowl

“What happened? Why does my head hurt so bad”

“You set a fire and we found you bleeding next to a lake”

Boleyn scoffed “Please, I would never be that stupid”

“Yeah that’s what we thought too, bitch” Howard mumbled

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Figure it out, you know everything else” was the response Howard snapped back

“Why are you here?” Boleyn asked suddenly

“Fuck off” Howard said quietly, keeping her head down as she exited the room

“Hm” Boleyn said in contemplation. Maybe part of her cousin did care after all. A small smile formed on her face as diluted thoughts formed

They like you. You’re doing something right. Keep doing it, you can’t lose them too

#im bad at musical scenes #back to my comfort zone now #the breaking point au

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serendipitywrites · 4 years

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Deceptions and Daisies (2)

Part two of my Wooyoung series.

enjoy!

words: 1,219 angst, tiny bit of smut

read part one here!

After that day at the dance studio and hearing something you probably weren’t meant to, things go relatively normal again between you and Wooyoung. It started to feel like the old Wooyoung had come back. He was even visiting you at work now and then and it felt so right. You’d been intimate again as well, for the first time in over a week.

Wooyoung couldn’t keep his hands to himself once he got back to your apartment, he’d attacked your neck with his lips and teeth, leaving a mark in each spot he kissed.

He’d always been into you wearing his love bites, so you weren’t surprised and just melted into his touch. He was a thorough lover, and sex with Wooyoung felt almost electric.

He had made you cum three times that night, twice on his tongue and the other as he fucked into you, holding your hips while whispering dirty praises into your hair.

So as much as you’ve been wanting to bring up the subject of who this ‘Hana’ was, it felt somewhat easy to forget for a bit.

And to be honest, you also weren’t sure you were ready for his answer, even if everything inside of you told you otherwise. Putting it aside for a few moments shouldn’t be too harmful, right?

Wrong. It’d been a little over a week of everything being back to normal before Wooyoung started spending more and more time on his phone, and finding excuses to go to the studio. In just the past two days, you’d often find him still staring at his phone or making some obvious excuse to go into another room whenever you two got to see each other. You were currently over at his place, lounging on the sofa and eating some popcorn, watching some cheesy comedy show together.

You caught him glancing a few times at his phone, again. so you started to feel a bit upset.

‘Woo?’ you nudge your head gently against his shoulder, him next to you on the couch. ‘Hm?’ he looks up towards you, his fluffy black hair almost covering his eyes ‘did you say something, babe?’

‘Do you like the show?’ you ask a bit timidly. he looks at you slightly confused ‘yeah, it’s great. You picked a good one tonight’ he responds, but then immediately looks at his phone again. ‘Then why aren’t you watching it with me?’ you ask.

Wooyoung looks up from his phone, then sets it on the table, of course face down. ‘Look’ he lets out a.. nervous exhale? ‘I haven’t said anything, but a friend from high school is back in town and we’ve been catching up’ he says the rest, still looking a little nervous. ‘I’m really sorry if I’ve been distracted, y/n. We’re just catching up is all’ Wooyoung says apologetically.

‘Oh’ you think for a moment ‘do I… know them?’

‘No’ he says almost too quickly and you look at him confused ‘i mean, they.. Well, she hasn’t been here for about a year, she went to university in the city, so probably not’

‘What’s her name?’ you blurt, you just need to know. It’s gnawing at you.

‘Hana’ your chest hurts, just knowing her name alone. He had no idea you knew so it was natural for him to assume you weren’t upset or anything. why are you doing this to yourself?

‘So you guys were friends??’ a small smile reaches his eyes, without him noticing ‘we were really close but after a while, we just drifted apart’ he doesn’t really meet your eyes.

you aren’t sure what to say, but you know this story that he is telling you is missing some parts. You’re about to respond when San walks in the front door, sweaty from going on an evening jog ‘y/n’ he waves your way.

‘Hey Sannie’ you say, trying to sound cheerful.

San heads back into the living room after grabbing a bottle of water, noticing how y/n looked distraught. He usually doesn’t try to pry in these situations, but you were his friend and Wooyoung seemed to barely notice the look of discomfort on your face as he smiled at his phone, it was unlike him to be so unaware of your feelings.

‘What are you watching?’ San looks your way, grabbing some popcorn.

‘To be honest, I don’t know. But it’s not bad.’ you chuckle.

Wooyoung sets his phone down and cuddles into your side gently ‘i’m all yours for the rest of the night’. You still feel a bit uneasy, knowing the situation now. But you still smile, you appreciate his effort. After all, all you want is time with Wooyoung. ‘Well, I guess we can start by finishing this show?’ he offers. ‘Sounds like a date’ he meets your lips with his and kisses you loudly.

‘I’ll leave you two to yourselves’ San mutters as he walks away, not before grabbing another handful of popcorn. ‘And for the love of god, don’t fuck on this couch.’

Your face goes a bit red and Wooyoung tosses a throw pillow in his direction ‘yah! don’t tease my girlfriend!’ you hear San chuckling as he heads into his bedroom.

You spend the rest of the night cuddling on the couch and laughing over the most ridiculous shows on Netflix. Eventually, you fall asleep together on the small sofa. Your head nuzzled into his neck, smelling his body wash and lulling yourself to sleep once again, you see that it’s six am and Wooyoungs phone vibrates loudly on the coffee table across from you.

Somehow, it didn’t wake him up. He’s still sleeping soundly and little snores are coming out of his mouth.

You debate on whether you should grab his phone, but then decide… well, fuck it. You trust him, so you’ll only look to ease your nerves. You realize this logic made no sense, but it was six am and it didn’t need to.

You reach for his phone and see 2 messages, a preview for one showing already.

Hana

I really can’t wait to see you ♥️ still meeting at our spot?

You read the message and your heart drops, particularly at the mention of ‘our spot’. They have a spot? They have things that you don’t and you barely know anything of this woman, just that she’s taking the attention of the one you love.

Of course, this week with Wooyoung was too good to be true. This entire week, you’ve spent thinking things between you two were normal again. I mean, who says this to a friend? Am i going crazy? You set his phone down quietly and start to cry quietly, trying to hold back your shakes as to not wake Wooyoung. He must notice something, even in his sleep, because he holds you closer and makes a whine in his sleep.

Being here, next to him had felt so right up until seeing that message, now you just felt.. Wrong. Misplaced.

Does Wooyoung want these sorts of moments with someone else? With Hana?

You decide to quietly get up and leave, getting your boots on and making sure to not make a sound as you locked their apartment for them.

#ateez angst #ateez x reader #kpop angst #wooyoung angst #wooyoung smut #ateez smut #ateez fanfic #kpop smut #ateez drabbles #wooyoung #ateez #ateez fluff #EVENTUALLY #fanfiction #kpop x reader #kpop fanfiction #deceptions and daisies #serendipitywrites

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