#i was just scared of hearing the phone ring and hid under my pillow

[the-midnight-feline]

¤¸¸.•´¯`•¸¸.•..>> So this piece is actually part of the Piliin mo ang Pilipinas Collab event hosted by @lumpiang-toge, you guys should seriously check this out since the works posted there are such good reads ❤️️<<..•.¸¸•´¯`•.¸¸¤

this is the first time i've joined a collab, (ngl i thought i was waaay in over my head lol) i'd like to thank a friend of mine, Dylan, (won't tag his blog just cause, loves you for reading it !) thanks so much for the encouraging words ❤️ and of course Mama Rae (@hq-girl-next-door) for the advice on the banner**❤️

**For the banner I did, I took the image from pinterest, if you guys know who the artist is, please let me know so I could properly give credit to them :)

Tags/TW: Mutual pinning-ish, friends to lovers, fluff to angst, Cheating, swearing (I think theres one or two in there)

(A/N: Please don't get too confused /-\, the italic parts is you recollecting the past, it comes and goes (。♡‿♡。))

WC: 3.8k ;-; didn't know it get that long

Pairings: Tendou Satori x fem!Reader

Summary: It all started with a simple crush, you wouldn't have guessed that it'll be more than that, It was a dream come true to loved and be loved by the person you loved, but not all dreams end good, some end as a nightmare.

“You like the Guess Monster, like THE Guess Monster?!?!” your friends shouted in unison, looking at them frantically as you’re in the gym watching the guys warm up for a practice match and the way they shouted had the sounds of balls hitting the floor just below where your group sat, you willed yourself to look at the who were the people below you guys trying repress the blush you feel creeping on your cheeks, swallowing that lump on your throat as you peaked just a little over the ledge and saw his red hair. Internally cussing out your so-called friends, you tired to act like you calm and collected as he was looking up at the bleachers, maybe trying to guess which one in your group, who was also looking over at whoever heard them, liked him, shaking his head, chuckling toward Ushijima and Semi who was already making their way to the court to get this warm up started.

A single tear began rolling down your cheek as you remembered how it all began, your friends’ sudden outburst in the gym gave you the opportunity to talk to the guy you’ve been crushing on when you first saw him in the opening ceremony just something about him drew you to him and you were adamant on getting to, at the least, know him. Sitting on the floor of your shared bedroom, opening the memory box you and your husband made a few months after you started dating.

Semi knew your friend, he actually liked her and from that outburst of theirs at the gym, he 89immediately thought of a way to hit two birds with one stone. “hey, y/f/n, I heard you guys at the bleachers, sooo” scratching he neck out of shyness “which of your friends like our Tendou? Maybe we could setup a date or something?" He really liked your friend and would honestly do anything to get her on a date, she pointed to you, the quiet in of the group, usually the source of rationality and guidance, the one that acts like the mediator of the group. You really always kept to yourself, didn’t really want to attract attention towards yourself. Semi was skeptical at first, you the quiet, shy girl of the class liked that loud ass friend of his? Maybe y/f/n was pulling his leg, she can’t be serious.

A bitter laugh escapes your lips as the memory of your first date comes crashing on you as see the pressed flower from the little hole in the wall café near the school, Semi was the one that found that café and planned every detail of the date.

As you and your friend were walking towards the café Semi told her about, you were itching to just keep hitting your friends back “why the hell did you fucking agree to this?!!” you hissed at your friend, you were practically shooting daggers at her for saying yes on your behalf and you didn’t even know what she agreed to but she told you to get dolled up, silly you, thinking that it’ll be just a girls day out, but peering over her shoulder as your guys walk out of the dorm, you see her texting Semi, thinking maybe it was him asking for notes since they were in the same class. She led you to this small café and you guys sat at a corner booth, making you sit inside by the wall, you really thought nothing of it, until you saw that distinctive red hair bounding towards your booth. Your palms got a tad sweaty, nerves getting the best of you, a million thoughts racing in your mind that you didn’t notice that the Tendou Satori was there taking the seat opposite of you in the booth, the ever infectious smile directed towards you and you alone. Seeing as you and Satori were basically having a silent conversation with just your smiles, Semi and your friend made a discreet exit and left you two be. Little did you know, he often saw you around, he knows you like shounen jump as much as he does since he sees you go to the store he usually goes to, he knows what snacks you liked since he usually goes out at the middle of the night to get some snacks of his own at the convenience store around the corner. He sees you in the library with your nose buried in some book when he follows Semi there just to annoy him. Tendou didn’t tell anybody about the girl he liked from afar, he knew he’d scare you off, no one wanted to date a Monster, or that’s what he thought.

Looking back, that impromptu date was what started the relationship with Satori, a soft sob escapes your lips as tears gently fall on the first picture you have together, he suddenly rang you up and asked you to go to the mall with him. In the picture, he had his arm wrapped around your shoulder while you were hugging his waist tightly, seemingly scared that being with him was a dream you don’t want to wake up from.

Getting out of the shower, you hear your phone ring from under your pillow, confused as to who might that be since it was an unknown number calling you, curious you answered it. “hey y/n! I know it’s kinda out of the blue but, you wanna go to the mall with me?” shock was evident in your body, it was Tendou! Your thoughts was scrambling, you know you didn’t get a chance to give him your number before you guys parted ways on your first meeting since Coach Washijo made Ushijima contact both guys for a weekend practice. You knew the coach was a hot head and would make anymore run 50 laps if they were late and that was a few weeks ago, a worried Tendou called out to you again “uh…y/n? If you have other plans I totally under-“ blinking back to the present “I’d love to go! Lemme get ready and I’ll meet you down” you cut him off midsentence hearing a small chuckle at the other line “don’t make me wait too long ok?” he said in a teasing tone which made you giggle on the line “yes, yes Satori, I’ll hang up so I could get ready ok? See you!” it took every ounce of self-control to not shriek the whole conversation, once he hung up you were practically jumping on your bed out of pure joy, but then you remembered that he’ll be waiting, you quickly snapped out of it and looked through your dresser for a decent outfit for going out with Tendou, you quickly settled with a simple get up of a long sleeved shirt and pants with some sneakers on, you excitedly exited your room, to meet up with Tendou, hoping you haven’t made him wait too long, turning the last corner you see him outside your dorm, almost wearing the same thing as you, even the color of your shoes match, biting your lip to stop a stupid smile from taking over you walk up behind him, gently poking his side, his sudden jump made you giggle as he took in all of you, a smile makes its way on his lips and eyes as he himself lets out a chuckle. “y/n? Are you copying me?” shaking your head, letting a small laugh out “Satori, please you’re the one copying me here” he just shook his out of amusement when he saw the glint of teasing in your eyes before he offended his arm to you like a gentleman would, the small action made you faint blush.

You two spent the day just walking around the mall, just browsing from store to store, having just a blast at all the random comments he makes, the last stop you guys make was the arcade, you guys played all sorts of games, air hockey, tried your luck at a pachinko machine and Tendou even tried the basketball game, which he surprisingly good at that he won a lot of tickets getting you a small rubiks cube, but near the back of the arcade something caught your eye, a purikura, Tendou saw where your eyes went and with a small smile he took your hand and walked towards the machine, and ushered you in the booth, he felt at comfortable around you, he would’ve never guessed that you were a crack head like, random outbursts of ideas and thoughts spouted from you made him laugh as you spent time together. He quickly wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close to him, a flash went off, that was the first shot, with the blush creeping on your cheeks you hid your face under your hair and hugged him another flash went off, that was the second shot, he tipped you head up, making you look at him, his infectious smile directed at you as another flash went off, and the last shot was of him kissing your forehead. You were left speechless after that whole scenario, seemingly in a dazed as he guided you out and grab the prints of the photos. That’s how you guys ended the date, he held your hand in his all the way back to the dorms, placing a chaste kiss on your cheek as you parted ways.

Rummaging further through the memory box, you see all the mementos you both kept from your dates, a few fallen leaves, a couple of pretty rocks, stickers, napkins, flowers, pictures, the cork from the bottle of champagne you drank at your wedding. More tears fell from your eyes as you dug through all the stuff in the box, who knew you both collected a lot of things in just a couple of years. What made you sob so hard was the acceptance letters you both got when you were selected as the few students for the incoming year.

A few months before graduation, you both got accepted into a culinary school in Tokyo, you were ecstatic as this means you and Tendou could get a place together since your parents already gave you two a small amount to get a place near the school so you two could still practice and create new dishes together, it was really no surprise to your friends or the whole volleyball team that you two would get into culinary school, you’ve always had a thing for cooking, you’d often come their practices with some bento boxes for all of the guys so they don’t have to go out and spend for food, on the weekends, the kitchen was his domain he’d let you watch him bake and oftentimes let you help him out. It’s often that the whole group get together during the weekends, you cooking for them while Tendou makes that dessert. For some reason, they got jealous of how your relationship started, it was as if all the pieces just fell into place at the right time, you two together just seemed right like you two were always suppose to be with each other. There’s always been a carefree air around him, it calmed you down so much that it helped you be more open or that’s how you saw it. You were the opposite of him always worrying, always, over thinking, being overly critical of your actions and how you overwhelmed with everything so you turned to anything that’ll help you divert your mind but once he was in your life it just got easier. He voice would immediately calm the voices spewing negative thoughts I had your head.

Looking around your room, you see pictures of you together, your graduation picture, the picture of you guys on the front of the school, the picture of your guys graduating culinary school, a photo of you two at the restaurant where you two both apprenticed and next to that was the candid shot of his proposal there, a mix of joy and hurt shoot through you as you the memory come rushing back to you.

The way he sheepishly confessed that he asked the manager if he could do his proposal there and invite your family and friends for that surprise. “Hey y/n, come with me, a customer just complained about the sauce you made being too salty, I’m not taking blame for that!” an angry chef came shouting at you, shocked and anxiousness dunning through you, you timidly follow behind him, thinking how you could screw up a simple sauce like that, your thoughts were everywhere, but once you stepped outside the kitchen you noted that the dining area was dimmer then usual, but maybe that’s because you’re used to the bright lights of the kitchen, you hear a soft melody playing, it’s one of your favourite songs ‘I Choose' you’ve always related that song to your relationship. On the far wall you see photos of you together, looking around you see familiar faces, his and your parents, your friends, the Shiratorizawa boys were there even the coach came!

The euphoria you felt from having everyone who had been part of your relationship through the ups and downs just had you in tears, your head was fuzzy with the mix of a dozen emotions swirling in you, through a blur of tears you see him kneeling in front of you, he let out a huff of breath to calm his nerves before asking you the question “y/n, my love, my baby, my better half, my paradise. You’ve stuck by my side through my highs and lows, loved me unconditionally, took care of me whenever I got sick, urged me to follow my dreams, guided me into being a better guy, especially with my chocolate making you supported my dreams like no other can, you, you made my world complete, you made me feel things I haven’t felt in a long time, you gave me your heart to cherish and protect. You made my life whole” the words flowed out of his mouth so freely, every word making more tears come out of you, every word so heartfelt, with shakey hands we presented you a pear cut yellow emerald ring “My Paradise, would you do me the honor of being my paradise for eternity?” no words could express how happy you were nodding your head, trying to stop happy tears from falling a hushed ‘yes’ slips past you lips as he stands to slip the ring on your left hand, pulling you in for a tight hug, whispering endless I love you’s and thank you in your ears as the people around you cheered for the newly engaged couple.

Biting back another sob, you feel fresh tears streaming down your cheeks as your eyes land on your wedding photo above the bed, he loved you enough to marry you, he was yours and you were his, you can’t help but stare at the framed photo, he had that infectious smile of his that made you fall from him the day you saw him. He has you up in his arms as your arms were wrapped around his neck, pecking a sweet kiss on his cheek. You asked him many times if he’d like to blowup another photo from your wedding, he simply shook his head and wrapped you up in his arms “you’re perfect in any picture of us, but in that one you look like the most perfect human being in existence and I’m just lucky to have you in my life” you basked in his love and affection on those simple words pulling him closer and burying you face on his chest, inhaling his sweet scent “I’m lucky to have you Tori, lucky to be called your wife” placing a chaste kiss on his chest as you look up to him with love-struck eyes. This was it you guys moved countries after your wedding to France since Tendou was offered a job at a famous pâtisserie there, all you wanted was your husband happy, wherever you guys may be.

You never really cared where you two were, as long as you were together, you could get lessons on the French cuisine as Tendou works, that was the plan before you guys flew out. You worked hard to learn the basics, you’d often have Tendou taste test all your creations and you’ll you the same for him since he likes to experiment with different flavor combinations, things were great the first few months of moving cross countries, you enrolled in a cooking classes there to build up your repertoire and after a few weeks of learning a few new techniques you've decided to look around for places you could work at just to keep your body busy again. You've decorated the apartment the way you liked it and how you think Tendou would like it, just adding different odds and ends giving it a familiar vibe. This place was your starting ground.

When you got a job at the nearby bistro, Tendou didn’t really mind it, since he’d often come home a bit later then usual saying something along the lines of making things in the experiment lab with the other chocolatiers at the shop to have something new for the upcoming season, in turn you thought nothing of it since you do work nights after getting a gig in a restaurant in town as well, it also means you could still have time to make his dinner and keep it warm for when he gets home. You two actually got into an argument when you got that gig since Tendou was adamant about keeping you in the apartment after the morning shift at the bistro so you don’t work yourself too hard, he wanted to start thinking about getting a kitten to keep you company when he’s out working but you argued back that you didn’t wanna feel like mooching off of him even though he said it was fine, he loved coming home to a warm meal that you made with love and gets more time to spend with you, but he did cave in after a few bats of your eyelashes.

It was perfect, you both were doing what you were passionate about, you two scheduled your offs near each other’s so one could take care of each other after a long day. But there was this weird feeling creeping in you but you simply don’t know why it was there, you and Tendou always kept communication open since you two do work different shifts and that itself puts a strain in the relationship but you two made it work. You loved him. So you would really sacrifice anything for him, he had have a rough childhood, he was bullied cause he looked different, acted different, but he wasn’t like that for you, he never was, even though he had a wicked sense for things which really surprised you, you can’t even hide a gift from him cause he knew what you’d get him or more likely sense what you’ll give him.

You don’t tell him that you swapped shifts with someone so you technically have a day off so you decided to drop by the pâtisserie where Tendou worked with some home made Pan Bagnat since it was nearing lunch, as you were close to the shop you saw his figure near the window placing new confections on display, but something made you stop, another person, a female chocolatier, was hugging him from behind and not in a friendly way, there was familiarity to it, it looked as if she’s been hugging him for so long, like she’s always hugged him, you didn’t notice that you’ve dropped the basket you were holding on the sidewalk, the glass bottle shattering on impact, the sangria spilling on the pavement, the sandwich you made, making a mess, the fruits you packed rolling in every direction. People around gasped at the scene, some tried to help in picking up the fruits that escaped, your mind in thought again, maybe you just interpreted it wrongly they’re just so so close, like a brother and sister kinda way, since they both work in the shop, you simply jumped to conclusions too fast, those thought completely vanished as the next sight you saw.

She kissed him. SHE KISSED HIM!! Your mind played that in your head like it was a song played on a loop. That was what made your heart break, that was the tipping point, he didn’t push her away, it was the opposite, he pulled her closer, the way he held her mirrored how he would hold you when he came home from work, people around you were asking you things trying to snap you out of your trance but you paid no mind to them, your legs moving on their own.

It was as if you were on autopilot, you got home, your mind racing with so many thoughts, how long had that been going on? Is she why he’d come home later than usual, is she the reason he had woken up earlier to get to work everyday? Did he spend his days off with her when you suddenly get shifts? Walking into your apartment, you didn’t know what to think, how to feel, how to make sense of things more questions come into your mind. Does he bring her here? Did they do anything sexual in the place you called home? What places were safe? Did she please him better than I did? You walked into your bedroom where the memory box laid in the middle of bed. It was your first wedding anniversary, did he really forget? Your anniversary was engraved on your wedding rings with your initials on it.

A scream of agony escaped your lips as everywhere you looked at it was all you and him the very place you thought was the safest of all was not. It's tainted with infidelity, your heart broke even more as you took the box from the bed with shaking hands contemplating on whether to open the box or not, he loved you with every part of him didn’t he? You were enough weren’t you? You made sure he was satisfied right? You gave him all the love you could and even more right? Didn’t he promise you that he’d protect your heart? You're still his paradise right? He loves you right?

Maybe opening the box, and finding something that you both placed in there would make him rethink his choices right? With broken sobs and uneven breathing, your fingers shaking as you pulled the pretty red ribbon that held the lid shut, looking at all the things that you both collected that reminded you both that you loved each other you broke even more. Every one of them held the promise of love, of fidelity, of trust. But now, a part of you is doubting every word that passed his lips, every kiss that landed on your skin made you feel dirty, every I love you's he uttered seems like a lie. You didn’t want to feel that way, you love him with every part of your being, you’re THE Mrs. Satori Tendou, no one else but you had that title, just you, it was only you right? You were his paradise for eternity right? Right?

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I hope you guys liked this, I actually really liked working on this one(played my brokenhearts plays it nonstop for it) , but I do have another one coming so...yeah!

Song inspiration :Anong Nangyari Sa Ating Dalawa by Aiza Seguerra

Song used in the proposal I Choose by Alessia Cara

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[folkreid]

champagne problems

WARNINGS❗️: mentions of spencer's drug addiction.

TYPE: angst with fluff ending.

WORD COUNT: 2.4K

SONG: champagne problems- Taylor Swift

FLASHBACK

"I think i'm ready" Spencer whispered to himself. Today was the day. He was proposing to the love of his life. He looks into the mirror, finishing the last touches to his outfit which was mainly just a simple blue tie to top off his white collard shirt.

He drives to her house. He was as nervous as he was the first time they went on a date. Their first date was a cute little picnic on a cliff. Y/n had told Spencer prior she was terrified of heights. He took her to the cliff. "You're always safe with me. I'll keep you safe from all your fears" he told Y/n while she was on the edge of the cliff not so scared anymore. She felt more safe with Spencer.

Y/n and Spencer where the perfect couple. They hardly fought. They were each other's comfort, they needed each other and that's all. Y/n always tells Spencer that he's her source of happiness. He's her world. He's her light. Spencer feels the same way. Y/n was very affectionate which took Spencer some getting used to. Eventually he was physically affectionate with her. Really affectionate.

Spencer knocks on Y/n's door after a while. Ten minutes of deciding if he should go through with it or not. He almost ran away from the nerves. "Man up" he told himself. He remembered what his friends Morgan and Hotch told him.

Y/n opens the door wearing a beautiful peach dress. Spencer bought it for her because he accidentally spilled coffee on her favorite dress. She topped it off with her sparkly gray heals. "Hi babe" Y/n softly smiles. "H-hi" Spencer responds in awe of her. He's more focused on Y/n then what he's saying. Usually he'll greet her with "Hi love" or "Hey sweetheart". Y/n noticed Spencer's nervousness, she didn't think much of it. Spencer often got nervous around her. He once told her "I don't think the feeling from the first time I saw you will ever go away". Y/n adored Spencer. He was her heart and soul.

"Y-you look beautiful" he stuttered in amaze of his girlfriend, hopefully soon to be fiancé. Y/n laughed a little. The sight of her boyfriend standing there awkwardly was slightly amusing. "Thank you Spencer you look handsome as well" Y/n gives a small kiss to Spencer. She follows him into the street. Spencer opens the door for her and allows her to climb in. They start driving, Y/n eventually noticed where they were at. Her eyes lit up. Her heart pounding. The cliff from their first date.

"Spence" she whispered. The boy looked over to her. "Yeah?" he replied softly. Y/n looked him in the eyes and felt how much he loved her. She smiled to herself, she smiled about the thought of Spencer. She didn't even have to say anything she just wanted to make sure this was all real. It was.

He parked on the cliff. Y/n gets out the car going over to Spencer who was at the back of the car getting stuff from the trunk. Y/n notices the picnic supplies and her heart melts. "Are we having a picnic like our first date" she excitedly squeals. Spencer nodded staring at her. She jumps, wrapping her arms around Spencer's lanky frame. "I love you, I love you, I love you" she squeezes him tightly. "I love you more" Spencer kisses her forehead admiring the way she got excited over something as simple as a picnic.

"She deserves the world" Spencer thinks to himself. They go to the edge of the cliff like their first date. Spencer lies down a blanket with some fruit and champagne. Y/n sits down on her knees staring at Spencer. "Im really happy" Y/n randomly says staring at the boy who was pouring some champagne into her cup. "So am I" he looks up with almost husky look in his eyes. Y/n took a sip of her champagne before standing up. "Come here" she motions to Spencer. Spencer stands up and walks over to her. Y/n quickly puts on her favorite song.

The song was about being in love and how it was such a beautiful rare thing. Y/n put her head to Spencer's chest wrapping her arms around his torso. "Dance with me" Y/n whispers to Spencer in a calm voice. "I don't know how to dance" Spencer replied with a hint of embarrassment and disappointment in his voice. "Neither do I" Y/n laughs. He grabs her hand and starts moving his feet. They were tripping over each other but they didn't care. They laughed and continued. Spencer turned Y/n so that her back was to his chest. They looked out into the abyss of the night.

Spencer planted small kisses on Y/n's neck. She absorbs the feeling. This is all she's ever wanted. Spencer reaches into his pocket and pulls out the small velvet box. Y/n turns around with widen eyes watching Spencer kneel on the floor. "Y/n Y/l/n you have been my best friend for the past five years. We've been dating for the past two. These two years that i've gotten to call you mine have been amazing. I want to make you mine forever. Your eyes are the light of my life. Your smile warms my soul. I'll never get over the feeling you give me Y/n. Will you marry me?"

Y/n is in shock. She hesitates before saying anything. "Spencer I- I can't" her lip shivers. "W-what" Spencer cries. "I'm sorry we're too y-young i'm not ready for that kind of commitment" she says before running away into the night. "Y/n come back" Spencer cries feeling his heart break. Y/n runs off to a local gas station. She calls an uber and she heads back home. "Y/n" Spencer sobs lying on the grass. He finally collects himself and packs all the things back into his car.

At his apartment Spencer sluggishly walks in and flops on the bed. He picks up his phone and dials Y/n's number. "Hey it's Y/n, if i'm not answering now i'll probably never answer don't call back" he heard her voicemail. He sobbed into the phone. "Y/n please come back"  he begged. "Please, please, please" he desperately calls out. He hangs up and cries himself to sleep.

Y/n on the other hand was having a panic attack. "Did I make the right decision" "I'm a terrible person how can I hurt him" "He hates me now". All these thoughts running through her mind. She felt like she could hardly breathe. She climbed into her uber. "Hon are you okay" the older lady asked looking in the mirror. "I- I don't know" Y/n replied trying to steady her breathing.

"I'll put some calming music if you need something tell me" she smiled to Y/n. "T-thank you" Y/n tried to relax. After a while she finally relaxed but she was still unsure of her decision. "Can I ask for some advice" Y/n speaks up. "Of course honey" the lady responded with support. "My boyfriend proposed to me. We've been together for the past two years but I feel like we're to young. I'm not ready for that type of commitment. I have a life to live." Y/n rants.

"You see how you said 'I have a life to live.'?" she started. Y/n nods waiting for her continuation. "Think to yourself. Is it a life you want to live with him?" Y/n notices she's at her apartment. "I guess i'll have to think about that. Thank you" she responds before jumping out of the car.

END OF FLASHBACK

Spencer sobbed into his pillow for the third time today. It was only twelve AM. He's asked for time off of work because of how broken he felt. Spencer never took time off. He loves work but the pain was to much to handle. He was worried for himself. Worried he would do something he promised himself he wouldn't.

Spencer walks over to his drawer. He frantically looks for anything that belonged to his beloved Y/n. "Please" he begged the universe. As if the universe was listening he finally found one of Y/n's old shirts. He lies his head on his pillow closing his eyes, tears shedding from them. "I miss you" he sobbed into her shirt.

He inhaled Y/n's smell. "Please come back" he cries some more. Spencers mind is racing. All these thoughts going through his head. He doesn't want to feel. So what does he think of?. Dilaudid. He kept one of his bottles and syringes. He didn't know why. He was ashamed of it. But he craved it so bad.

He quickly climbed out of bed, lying on the floor grabbing the small box he hid under his bed and got the key to it. He opened it to see the small bottle and syringe. He picks up the syringe and almost flinches at the sight of it. "Don't do this" Spencer thinks to himself. "I- I need her, if I can't have her I can have this" he picked up the small bottle. Right there and then he knew it would go to far if he didn't stop now. He got his phone and dialed Y/n's number.

After one ring Y/n answers. She hasn't been answering his calls at all. "Y/n" he sobbed. Y/n could hear the pain in his voice. She couldn't handle it, she immediately sobbed. "P-Please I need you. I need you now Y/n I- I have... I have Dilaudid. I'm craving please just come" he desperately sobbed into the phone. Y/n was very upset about the fact he had some in the first place but it wasn't the time for a lecture. "I'm on my way don't do anything stupid"

Y/n barged into his room. "Baby?" she looks at him crying on the floor. She goes down to him. "Baby" tears fall out of her eyes at the sight of Spencer. "Y/n" he cries into her arms. She brings him back up on the bed and lies him down. "I've missed you" he cries. "Without you all the bad feelings came back" Spencer sobs into Y/n's shirt wetting it. "It's okay baby i'm here now, let's get you in the shower okay?" he nodded getting up and following Y/n into the restroom.

Y/n starts the running warm water in the bath. She gets the bottle of bubble bath and poured it in. I mix it around watching bubbles sudd up. Spencer was sitting on the toilet seat waiting for Y/n's approval to start getting undressed. Y/n walked over to Spencer and starts unbuttoning his shirt. He slips it off his arms and takes off his belt, pants, and boxers. "Get in" you tell him. He climbs in slowly letting the water warm him.

"Can you get in with me?" he asks. You shake your head up and down and remove your clothing. You get in slowly and lie your head on his chest. "Can I wash your hair?" you ask. He nods and you get on your knees and put them on the outside of his legs. you grab the shampoo and open up the cap, pouring some onto your hands. You lean in to scrub his scalp, it looked like he hadn't showered in a while. Spencer placed a kiss on one of your boobs. "Spencer i'm trying to wash your hair" you tell him. "Well they were in my face what was I supposed to do" he teases.

You grab a cup that was on the side of the tub and fill it with water. You place your hand on Spencers forehead, making sure the water wouldn't get into his eyes. You pour the water into his hair and take out all the soapy shampoo. All he does is stare up at you and look at your boobs, occasionally touching them. You grab conditioner, pouring some into his hair letting it sit for a bit. You then rinse it out.

"Wash your body" you throw his washcloth at him. He grabs the soap and washes himself. "Can I wash your hair now" he asked. You nod and he repeats the same actions to you as you did to him.

You guys both get out, he puts on some sweatpants and a white shirt. He throws me his CalTech hoodie that smelled just like him. He was very proud of all his accomplishments, he wore his CalTech hoodie often which you love.

The two of you lie in bed together. You wrap your hands around his torso and stroke his hair. "How are the cravings" you softly ask, yes it was a sensitive subject to Spencer but it was one to you also. You never did drugs but the only reason was because you saw what it did to your parents.

"They're gone now. You make all the bad feelings go away" he admits. "Good. I'm not leaving."

He looks up with tears in his eyes. "You arent?"

"No i'm not" I kiss his forehead. "But we have to talk about it"

He sits up. "Why'd you have dilaudid, Spencer?"

"I saved some I don't know why. I'm sorry"

"Do you have anymore?" he shakes his head no. You grab the bottle and syringe that was on his desk. You walk over to his window. "Goodbye Spencer's demons" you throw both items out of the window watching it fall down to the floor. Spencer comes to stand next to you kissing the top of your head. You turn around to him.

"Now about this proposal stuff" you start. He shifts his stance getting uncomfortable. "I'm sorry Spencer. I was scared because we are young you know? But I realized that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. So if you'll still have me"

"Y/n will you marry me" he cuts you off. You nod your head frantically. "I love you so much" he planted kisses all over your face. "I love you more"

"Promise me we don't have to rush into getting married" you asked still slightly scared. "Of course my love"

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[beauvibaby]

love you like I used to - a.beauvillier

requested [] yes [x] no

song: love you like I used to - russell dickerson

Tito stood at the foot of the bed, his suitcase freshly packed, his eyes landed on your finally sleeping figure, your hand hanging over the edge of the bed and into your son's bassinet. He smiled at the sight, moving to place the card he had written for you on the nightstand, right underneath the monitor to your daughters room so he was certain you’d see it. He carefully grabbed your hand, moving it onto the bed, “bye, my love.” Tito whispered, leaving a gentle kiss on your forehead. “It’s time already?” You whispered, peeking your eyes open at him. He nodded softly, pressing a kiss to you pouted lips, “I’ll be back before you know it.” He mumbled, “I love you.” He added, hushed, not wanting to wake Nick, the one month old finally being asleep. “I love you.” You responded sleepily, “don’t forget to say bye to Grace.” You called softly, he rolled his eyes teasingly at you in the doorway, you knew he wouldn’t but all last night Grace kept telling him to say goodbye to her in the morning, even though you both knew she’d sleep through it, you considered yourself lucky to have such a heavy sleeper for a toddler. You watched him walk into her room on the monitor, carefully squatting down beside her toddler bed, he moved her frizzy hair back, kissing her little forehead. “I love you, baby girl.” He mumbled, and just like you thought, she didn’t even budge, he stood to his full height and blew a kiss to the camera knowing you were watching. The second you heard the front door shut behind him, you were back to sleep, knowing you’d need as much of it as you could get.

Finally when Nick woke you up, you spotted the envelope on your nightstand, you furrowed your eyebrows as you reached over to get it, cradling your son to your chest. You pulled it open, sliding the card out and you could already feel the tears building in your eyes just from the cover. “I didn’t forget” printed in bold red letters on the front, you flipped it open,

“happy anniversary, ma chérie, I’m sorry I won’t be there, and no amount of sappy words I could write in here would make up for that. But that doesn’t mean I won’t try! I didn’t think I could love you anymore than I did, but then you agreed to be my wife, and then, when I thought my heart couldn’t grow anymore, you gave me two of the best little blessings. Everyday I love you more than I did the day before, and I’ll continue to love you more everyday for the rest of our lives. Thank you for doing all that you do and being the most amazing wife and mother to our kids, I’ll see you when I get back… I love you.”

You scrambled to grab your phone, praying you’d catch him before the plane took off, you quickly dialed the FaceTime call, you had a rule, once you had Grace and he was nervous something would happen when he was away, you only did a normal call if there was an emergency, otherwise it was FaceTime. He answered almost instantly, “Y/N?” He questioned, concern evident on his face, you never called him this early on in a roadie, let alone with tears in your eyes. “I love you, and the card was perfect.” You spoke, his worries melting away when he realized that’s why you were crying. “You scared me.” He chuckled softly, smiling when you adjusted the phone to show Nick laid in your arm. “We won’t keep you, good luck tonight, we’ll call before the game.” You told him, smiling down at the baby, your bedroom door creaked open, “mommy, I don’t feel good.” Grace called, speaking as well as she could for her young 3 year old self, her little voice trembling, you held in a sigh. “Come here baby.” You waved her in, “did you want to say bye to daddy again?” You questioned, hoping it would distract her for a moment, she nodded eagerly, but still sluggishly climbing into the bed. You allowed her to hold your phone out in front of her face, “daddy!” She grinned, Tito mirrored her face, “hi, princess.” He laughed, Mat popping his head in the frame. “Hi, little lady.” He smiled, Grace squealed in excitement, “mommy, it’s uncle!” She gasped, showing you the phone, you looked up from Nick who was beginning to get fussy. “I see, but they need to go to work, so say goodbye.” You told her with a smile, she went to speak but instead, she threw up, all over you, and Nick. Instantly both of your kids started crying, “oh boy, I’ll let you go, babe, love you.” Tito rushed to get off the phone. “Love you too.” You had to force yourself to laugh under your breath, knowing the four days he would be gone would suddenly be a whole lot longer. “I’m sorry!” Grace cried when you looked at her, “no, baby it’s ok.” You assured her, trying to decide where to start with this mess.

***

“Seems like Y/N is gonna have her hands full.” Mat commented once the plane took off, “don’t remind me, I don’t know how she does it by herself, I can barely do it with her there.” Tito sighed, glaring at his friend, wondering why he’d even make such a comment. “Sorry.” Mat put his hands up in surrender, “I bet, uh, you know what, nevermind.” Mat started to speak but when Tito gave him a warning glance he decided against it. “Isn’t it your anniversary tomorrow?” Mat couldn’t help but blurt out, Tito sighed, leaning back in his seat. “Yes, Mathew, it is.” He grumbled, “I already handled that.” He added, Mat nodded with pursed lips, “you didn’t have to use my full name you know.” Mat muttered, rolling his eyes as he stopped the flight attendant, asking for some waters. Her eyes lingered on Tito for a moment too long, “that’s all.” Tito spoke since Mat decided to go silent in that moment. “Great, I’ll be right back.” She walked, with a definite sway in her hips, Tito rolled his eyes at the sight, making sure he took his water with his left hand, steel ring on full display.

***

You chewed your lip, carefully setting down Nick on his boppy to sleep, Grace curled into your other side, finally having cried herself to sleep after a few more times of being sick, you placed a hand on her forehead, frowning when you could clearly tell she has a fever. “Oh, baby girl.” You sighed, sliding out from under her, replacing your lap with a pillow, she didn’t stir, and you quietly rushed to the kitchen, phone in tow to call Tito while you got a cold rag for her. You propped the phone up on the counter while it rang, “hey, love.” His voice came over the screen, his face popping up a moment later and you sighed in relief, his voice alone calming you down. “Hi.” You sighed, giving him the look, the tired mom look. “How is everything?” He questioned softly, you shook your head, the wave of nausea hitting you like a truck. “She’s thrown up four times, she’s got a fever and I’m fairly certain I’ve caught whatever she has and how am I not going to pass that on to the baby? Tito, oh my god I can’t get the baby sick.” You rambled, words mixing together as you leaned on the counter, “I’m sorry, we’re fine, don’t worry about us.” You added quickly, eyes focusing on the way he was looking at you, “I’m sorry, baby, I’ll be home in three days, and I promise then you’ll get to rest for as long as you want.” He sighed, giving you a lazy smile, “I know, thank you.” And just like clock work, Grace came padding into the kitchen. “Come here, Gracie Lou.” You sighed, holding your hands out for her, she smiled at the nickname, one your father had dubbed on her.

She wrapped her little arms around your neck, legs squeezing your sides. “Hi, baby girl.” Tito mumbled, smiling as she lazily looked at him, “daddy.” She pouted, the tears building in her eyes. “Grace, don’t cry princess, I’ll be home in three days, you won’t even know I’m gone.” He spoke soothingly, you rubbed her back, “I want daddy.” She cried into your shoulder, “I know honey.” You sighed, this trip was starting out terribly, and it wasn’t so much what was happening at home that bothered you, it was how Tito was having bad phone call after bad phone call. “I’ve gotta go.” He sighed, running a hand over his face, as he held up a finger to whoever had just walked into his room. “Grace,” he spoke and she looked at him with a snotty nose and red eyes, “I need you to do something for me baby.” He told her and she nodded suddenly intrigued by having a task. “Can you be a good girl for mommy? And if your extra good, we’ll go for ice cream when I get back.” He smiled, you rolled your eyes but smiled as she happily agreed, already having more spunk in her attitude. “I loooooooooove you.” She spoke, this was their game, she would drag out the word, challenging him to do it longer, and we all know who won every time, but she loved it no matter what. “I loooooooooooooooove you.” Tito responded, smiling in success when she hid back in your shoulder, “and I loooove you too, mama.” He spoke to you, “I love you too.” You smiled, ending the call so he could get back to getting ready for the game.

***

You all but ran down the steps, baby monitor in hand, both of the kids were asleep, which meant you got some glorious time alone with Tito, he was opening the door as you bounded off the last step. “Tito!” You whisper shouted, running over to him, he dropped his bags in record time, arms outstretched as you reached him. “I love you so much, god I’m so happy to be back.” He mumbled into your hair, all but squeezing the life out of you as you cried into his shoulder. “I missed you.” You sniffled out, moving to pull him in for a kiss. “I love you, the card was all I needed, but thank you for the flowers.” You spoke barely pulling away from him. He chuckled against you, kicking the door shut softly behind him, “you deserve way more than flowers, baby.” He assured you, pulling you back in for a hug. “Now let me go see my babies.” He finally leaned away, hearing them rustling on the monitor. “Go, please it’s your turn.” You teased, still following him up the stairs, not wanting to miss the look on Grace’s face when she woke up to him. He tiptoed into her room, kneeling beside her bed, “Grace.” He whispered, tugging the blanket down, she whined stirring, “Grace, hi baby.” He spoke again, resting his hand on her stomach lightly, rubbing her softly. Her eyes fluttered open, she looked around in a sleepy haze, her eyes landing on him, she smiled, and then it hit her, “daddy!” She shouted, shooting up, clinging to him. “Grace!” He mimicked her, lightly tickling her sides, “daddy, no!” She threw her head back in giggles, “I missed you, little lady.” He smiled, peppering her face in kisses, grinning as her laughter continued filling the room. “Come on, let’s go get your brother.” He stood, dramatically groaning when she hung off of him. Anything to make her laugh.

His greeting to Nick was much more subdued, as he cradled the small baby to his chest, “oh, my sweet boy.” He grinned, Nick looking up with wide eyes. The sight in front of you was one you’d never get used to, Grace in his lap, while they sat holding Nick together, her asking a million questions about his trip while he happily answered. Neither of you loved each other like you used to, this, this was just so much better.

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[pregnant-piggy]

I’m having your baby - part II

Sirius Black x reader

series masterlist,  part one

Warnings: swearing, mentions of food, vomiting, pregnancy

Words: 2.5k

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The sound of a drawer being closed near you wakes you up. Before you can even open your eyes you feel a weight on your mattress. And another. And another. You open your eyes to find James and Sirius lying next to you on your bed and Peter at your feet. Remus, who realised that maybe your bed is too full, has taken your chair and sits next to your bed. His hand is still on the drawer and you realise what he did. He hid the test that was still lying on your nightstand. You give him a thankful smile and turn to the guys in your bed.

‘You guys make me feel like I am dying from a serious decease,’ you chuckle and sit up a bit. You put your arms around Sirius and James and start to go through their hair with your hands. You know they love that even though they always complain about how their hair will get messed up from it. James shivers when your hand reaches his neck and you laugh. You do it again and now James almost falls out of your bed.

‘Stop that!’ he cries. ‘You know I can’t stand it!’ He sits down on your bed and watches you suspiciously. ‘If you weren’t bleeding to death right now, you would be lying on the ground too.’ His empty threats only make you laugh. Sirius moves on your left and you look down.

‘What is it, Sirius? Do you want attention?’ you tease him. Sirius’ face turns red and he mumbles something denying. You giggle and keep on moving your hand. Sirius puts his hand on your stomach as a reaction and you have to look up to your ceiling to prevent the tears. James follows your gaze and looks up confused.

‘Are you alright?’ he asks. You nod and your eyes flash over Remus’ face before you answer.

‘Yeah, no I just thought I saw something on the ceiling,’ you mutter. ‘But it’s nothing.’ Remus gets up and puts his hand on James’ shoulder.

‘Let’s make some breakfast. Pete?’ Peter gets up when he hears his name and follows James and Remus out of the room. Before he leaves your room he turns around and throws something at you.

‘Some painkillers, I thought maybe you could use them. Are you coming Sirius?’ All Sirius answers with is a groan and Peter looks at him and then at you.

‘It’s fine, I’ll get him up,’ you reassure Peter and he disappears. You put the painkillers on your nightstand and lie back down. Sirius’ head is on your chest and your cheek touches his hair. Your hand is now on his back, drawing circles with your finger. And his hand is still on your stomach, softly rubbing it.

‘Are you really okay?’ Sirius asks out of the blue. You think, are you okay? You are pregnant from the guy you have a crush on, but he doesn’t think of you that way and you are scared of his reaction when he finds out you’re pregnant. So yeah, you’re totally okay.

‘Yeah, I’m fine,’ you say instead and sigh. ‘I just feel-’

But Sirius never gets to know how you feel because at that moment you suddenly start gagging and you shoot up in your bed. Sirius looks at you with panic in his eyes and doesn’t really know what to do. He gets up and runs to your side of the bed. He removes the blankets that are wrapped around you and when you are freed you run to the bathroom.

As soon as you reach the toilet, everything comes out. With one hand you’re holding your hair and with the other you’re holding your body steady above the toilet. Sirius enters just seconds after you and awkwardly kneels next to you. He starts to rub your back and you relax a bit. After a while you feel totally empty and you lift your head up. You wipe your mouth clean with your hand and see Sirius sitting next to you, giving you a reassuring smile.

You sigh; is this how it is going to be for the next months? You knew being pregnant was not the most comfortable thing, but this really surprises you. You pull your knees up in front of you and rest your head on them. Sirius is still watching you. You know that this might be the time to tell him, but you just can’t. You try very hard to just open your mouth and say something, but it stays closed and instead the room fills with an awkward  silence.

‘Guys, breakfast is re- What happened?’ James asks when he sees you and Sirius sitting on the ground in front of the toilet.

‘Nothing, we’ll be there in a minute,’ Sirius answers and waves James away with his hand. You are thankful for his answer and get up. You wash your face while Sirius stays on the ground. You look at him and put out your hand.

‘Come on. Let’s get breakfast,’ you say and Sirius takes your hand. When you walk into the kitchen holding hands with Sirius, Remus sends you a glare. You quickly shake your head and sit down at the table.

‘Wow, you guys really outdid yourselves!’ The table is full of food and you see all your favourite things.

‘Well, we know the second day is always the worst, so we wanted to make you as comfortable as possible,’ James says. He gives you a plate with pancakes and Peter fills your mug with hot chocolate. You thankfully eat it in silence and watch the guys at the table while they eat too. After a while Remus looks at you and lowers his mug.

‘So, (Y/N), I walked in the kitchen this morning and guess what I found?’ You look guilty at Remus, you know he is talking about the chocolate. ‘My chocolate. Open. On the counter. Did you take it?’ You avert your eyes and look at your plate. Sirius takes your hand under the table and squeezes it.

‘No, I took your chocolate, Re,’ he says and you and Remus watches him with big eyes.

‘You?’ Remus asks sharply. Peter and James are now looking at Sirius too and James shakes his head.

‘Yeah, I couldn’t sleep last night and in the dark I accidently took your chocolate. Sorry.’ Your mouth falls open and you feel James hitting you with his hand, probably not even knowing he is doing it.

‘Okay, well, thank you for your honesty,’ Remus says to Sirius but he looks at you. You feel your cheeks getting red; you are going to have to explain something later today. You want to take your fork again but your hand is being stopped by Sirius’ who is still holding it. You look at him and he lets it go looking a bit embarrassed. Smiling to yourself you eat your breakfast.

- -- -

‘So what really happened last night?’ Remus asks. You and him are walking in the park near your apartment. James and Sirius had sent you out because they wanted to prepare something. You are not really sure what; they wouldn’t tell you. Remus offered to go with you and you knew immediately why: he wants to ask you about your situation with Sirius and about his chocolate. But since Remus is the only one you can talk to about it, you gladly accepted his offer.

You look at your feet, walking through the leafs on the ground, and tell Remus about what happened, but you leave out the part where you discovered you are falling for Sirius. He stays quiet after you are done talking and you look up. He is also looking at his feet and shaking his head. You put your hands in your pockets.

‘(Y/N), can you be honest with me?’ You look at Remus, he is watching you. You nod.

‘Yes.’

‘Is there maybe a part of you that doesn’t want to tell Sirius about the baby because you are not only afraid that he will freak out and leave, but also because he might say that your night together was a mistake and meant nothing to him?’ You stare at the ground and feel tears coming up. You take a deep breath and look up to Remus. You give him a watery smile; you know he is right, Remus always is, but that doesn’t make it any easier. ‘For how long?’ Remus asks, knowing what your smile means. You shrug.

‘I think I for a while now, but I only realised it yesterday night. Remus, I don’t know what to do! Like things weren’t complicated already!’ Now a tear escapes your eye and Remus pulls you into a hug. He opens his mouth to say something but is cut off by your phone that starts to ring. You pick up and are greeted by James’ enthusiastic voice.

‘Hey! You can come home now!’ You laugh.

‘Okay, we’ll be there in fifteen minutes.’

- -- -

When you open the front door of the apartment twenty minutes later, the hall is dark and the apartment seems empty. You turn to Remus who just frowns at the door to the kitchen. You walk to the kitchen, which is just as dark and empty, but there is a small light coming from the living room.

‘Did you know about this?’ you ask Remus but he just shrugs.

You walk to the living room. It is decorated with Christmas lights and a huge amount of pillows and blankets. You chuckle.

‘What is this?’ you ask and look around to see the boys. First Peter comes up to you.

‘Madam, may I take your coat?’ he asks and you see he is wearing a sweater with a tuxedo knitted in it. You take off your coat and give it to Peter. He disappears to the hall. Then James walks up to you. He is wearing an apron and a chef’s hat. In his hand he is holding a plate with cookies.

‘Would the lady like some freshly baked cookies?’

‘Yes, the lady would,’ you answer and take a bite out of one. The cookie crumbles in your mouth and you taste a lot of sugar, but you decide now is not the time to mock James about his miserable baking skills. Instead you let you be taken to the couch where Sirius is sitting.

‘Where is your costume?’ you tease him when you see he is just wearing his usual sweater.

‘Please, I don’t need to dress up to impress you,’ he says. You blink at him and don’t know what to say. You turn back to James who missed the innuendo and is busy with the TV. While you are watching James, trying so hard not to let your face turn into a tomato, Sirius gets half up and sits behind you, both legs on one side of you.

‘What are you doing?’ you ask when he takes you in his arms and starts rubbing your lower stomach.

‘Comforting you,’ Sirius answers like it is the most normal thing in the world. You decide to just let him and lean back onto his chest. When Remus enters the living room his eyes immediately find you sitting in Sirius’ lap. He sits down next to you and looks at you.

‘Oh shut up,’ you mouth before Remus can even say something.

‘Okay, (Y/N), what film do you want to see?’ James asks.

‘Are there any Christmas films already?’ you ask. Behind you Sirius snorts. You turn around. ‘It’s your fault really, you put up the lights!’ Sirius throws his hands in the air.

‘Alright, alright! But it was James’ idea!’ he defends himself. You turn back to James and put Sirius’ arms back around you. James picks a film and falls down on the sofa next to you.

You try to relax but every time Sirius’ thumb strokes your bare skin you have to suppress a shiver. You can’t focus on the film and after a while you feel sleep is taking over you. You nestle your head on Sirius’ chest and close your eyes.

- -- -

‘She really sleeps a lot lately, doesn’t she?’

‘Yes, Pete, but you know menstruation is tough.’

‘I know that James, but last week she slept a lot too!’

‘Maybe she is just a bit sick, she does keep throwing up…’

‘Yeah…’

‘Guys, be quiet or you’ll wake her up!’

‘Sirius, how can you even be comfortable in that position?’

‘She’s warm.’

‘She’s warm? What kind of answer is that?’

‘A normal one James. Now shut up!’

You open your eyes and are welcomed by the sun shining through the big windows. You rub your eyes and feel Sirius move.

‘Good afternoon, Sleeping Beauty.’ You feel your cheeks getting red and bury your face in Sirius’ neck.

‘Shut up,’ you mumble. Sirius rubs your back.

‘You missed the film,’ he says. You say nothing. ‘Not that it was any good. How can you even like those films?’ You get up and look at Sirius.

‘Because it shows something I want, but don’t have. So seeing those films is the only way I can feel that a little.’ Sirius is stunned by your answer. He is staring at you with his mouth open. You wave your hand in front of his face. ‘Hello? Are you still here?’ you tease him and he closes his mouth, but still keeps staring at you. You look back and feel like you are melting under his gaze, and touch, since his hands are still on your back.

‘(Y/N)? Lily is on the phone, she says she wants to talk to you,’ James yells from the kitchen. You look up and then turn back to Sirius.

‘I should get that,’ you mutter and get up. Sirius’ hands linger on your body and you just want to stay with him for the rest of the day. But you can’t. Instead you walk to the kitchen and take the phone from James.

‘Yes, Lil?’

‘Hi, sweetie, listen, Remus said that you had something important to tell me.’

‘He did? Wait, I’ll be back in a minute.’ You put the phone down and walk to Remus’ room, where he is sitting on his bed. ‘Fuck you, Remus!’ you say loud and throw a pillow at him. The pillow misses. Remus looks up and just smiles.

‘So I guess Lily called?’

‘Yeah, she did and now I have to tell her!’ You throw another pillow and walk back to the kitchen. On your way you see Sirius still sitting on the couch, in the same position as when you left. He looks up from his phone when you walk by.

‘What’s going on?’ he asks.

‘Nothing, it’s nothing…’ you mumble and walk on. ‘Okay, I’m back’ you say when you pick up the phone again. ‘Yes, I do have to tell you something, but not over the phone. Can you meet me at the cafe? I don’t want anyone here to hear it.’

‘Yeah, sure. I’ll be there in half an hour!’

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Here’s part two! I wrote this a while ago and reading it brings back so many feelings, aAaahh.... This one is shorter than the previous but the next one will make up for it :) 

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[shittylongcatposts]

Confession in the dark

Moaning you turned around in your bed again. How come that neither the painkiller, the magnesium nor the buscopan helped? You pressed your hand against your womb. Wishing for the wave to be over soon. Hopefully you'll be able to sleep like this tonight. There wasn't a single position you hadn't tried out yet, everytime a new wave of cramps came by, it left you moaning in pain. With a sigh you turned around one more time and closed your eyes. Then you wondered where the hot water bottle hid in the apartment. Another turn later you closed your eyes again. Sleep. Now.

Only to open them a few seconds later. Your phone rang and only a second after your eyes glanced over the display you shot up again. It was him.

"Ah hello, it is I. I'm sorry to call this late." The young man on the other side of the phone said. He always was so formal with his greetings. "How are you Mc, I ..., I mean we haven't really heard much from you today. You barely logged into the messenger."

Another sigh escaped with a quick but deep breath of yours and you hoped he could not hear it. letting your body fall back on the mattress again you took a deep breath, ready to come up with an excuse. But then again decided against it. Jumin would surely understand. He was the one you talked to the most, at least over the phone. You wished you could talk to him all day, but he always ran out of time before you could even try to get to know him better.

"Look, Jumin, I didn't really feel like talking today. Actually I had pretty bad cramps today and they won't go away."

"Cramps? Is it something serious? Should I call you a doctor?" Jumin asked, you could hear the concern in his baritone voice.

"No, no. Please don't. I know where they come from..." You paused hoping he wouldn't ask you more about it, but you also knew he wouldn't let go of this topic that soon.

"and? Where do they come from?"

"I'm on my period Jumin."

The line was completely slient now, not even the slightest noise could be heard until something rustled on the young man's side.

"Mc, I'm sorry to end this call so sudden, there is something that came up and I need to take care of it asap. I'll speak to you soon. Good bye."

You pouted, smahing your phone onto the mattress.

Hnnnnnggg. That was the worst thing you ever did. Never ever do that again, Mc. You scared him away again.

Your thoughts ran wild, angry at yourself for being that honest, feeling pity for Jumin, because you obviously made him uncomfortable. Everything.

With your head buried in the pillow you lied on, you tried to close your eyes once again. Great. You will never get closer to Jumin like this.

Ding. dong.

Who would ring your doorbell in the middle of the night? Hopefully not that neighbours kids again. While standing up you rolled your eyes, rubbing the back of your neck to massage it little bit.

When you finally opened the door there stood a young man in front of you. Jumin was still wearing a suit and you suddenly felt way too underdressed in your pajamas and the blanket that you threw over your shoulders. Your stare had not escaped his sharp eyes and a grin spreading on his lips.

"Jumin what are you doing here?" You wondered.

"Well, I heard on the Phone that you're not feeling well, and thought that it would be better to come by and..."

"so I was the urgent thing that came up?" A new wave of red heat crawled up from your chest right into your cheeks and you felt them burning under your skin.

"My god Mc, are you having a fever?" He asked and quickly strided through the door to put a hand on your forehead. Making you blush even harder.

"No Jumin, I'm ok, it's just the cramps." You hushed away from him to escape his awfully soft hands. The gentle gesture of his hand left a burning feeling on your forehead and you wondered if you could ever get used to his touch. His dark eyes still looked at you with concern, but he swallowed down his pride and tilted his head, ready to ask another question.

"Oh, now where are my manners. How can I help you, Mc?"

"You could tell me how you got to know about the location of Rikas apartment first, i guess, and what's inside the basket?" You asked, letting your eyes wander over the basket he held in his hands.

"I asked Seven to tell me. You don't need to worry about that now, though. Let's see, I brought a hot water bottle, would you like that? I heard that menstruating people sometimes like it. And warmth relieves pain too, sometimes." The dark haired man held up a hot water bottle and showed himself to the kitchen area, but ordered you to get back to bed before.

"I have to apologize myself again, Mc. I'm sorry for disturbing you like this, but I got really worried about you and had to see with my own eyes that you are not suffering from anything else." He explained and put the hot water bottle on top of the blanket when it was finally ready. Then he sat down right next to you on the bed. His eyes asking for an invitation to not only sit on the counter of it. After a small nod you gave him he swung his feet on top of the bed, they nearly reached the end and he made himself a little bit more comfortable.

The spreading heat felt good and relieved some of the pain, and you quickly thanked him for his idea to bring one.

"Would you do that for everybody in the RFA?" You asked, while hiding the bottle underneath the blanket. Quickly glancing into his direction. Jumin blinked in surprise, not sure what to say next.

"No. I'd only do this for you, I guess." He shrugged and mustered you again.

Quite thankful for the darkness in the bedroom your cheeks blushed again. Did he just really say that? Or was it a dream? Man you fell asleep quickly.

Pinching yourself in your arm proved you wrong. It wasn't a dream. He did say it.

"Mc?" His voice asked into the darkness.

"Hm?"

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. I didn't mean to surprise you like this. Also while you are clearly in pain. I uhm... Can I do anything else for you?"

"Jumin, it's okay. I'm really glad you're caring so much about me." You said and brushed your fingers over his. In a mere second his fingers reacted and intertwined with yours. As if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Sitting in complete silence you both enjoyed the presence of each other. Until a yawn escaped your mouth. His hand back away, and he was pulled back into the reality in an instant after this little moment of peace flew away.

You stretched yourself a little bit, inching closer to the side of Jumins shoulder. He didn't dare to pull himself away and found himself unable to move, when he suddenly felt your head falling on his shoulder. Jumin leaned back against the pillows, still glad for this precious moment he just shared with you. Even though he didn't quite know what to expect from visiting you this late at night. But he was thankful he could help you at least a little bit.

Soon after you were cuddled up against him, your chest rose and fell steadily. After a while he put your head into your pillow again, hoping you wouldn't wake up from the sudden change.

His fingers brushed over your hair, and he tucked you carefully into the blanket.

"Sleep well, my dear." Jumin whispered and listened into the darkness. Then he took all his courage together and inched further to your face. His lips oftly brushing over yours, and he was amazed how soft they felt. Wishing he could savour this feeling forever he did it once more before finally pulling away.

"How did you manage to steal my heart like this, Mc?" Jumin didn't expect an answer and turned around, picking up his belongings, ready to leave when he heard your soft whisper.

"you stole my heart too, Jumin Han."

#mysme #mystic messenger #jumin han #shitty longcat #i wanna cuddle with him. #please????

[brelione]

Neverland (JJ Maybank X Reader)

Warnings:Mentions of death,suicide,depression,probably a lot of spelling errors,has the possibility of making you cry. :)

This is really bad because I have not slept in 28 hours and I was bored :)

You had said over and over again from the age of 8 that all you wanted to do was go to neverland.It was right after your parents died in a drowning accident that you had become so obsessed with the idea.Neverland was the perfect place where children who simply didnt belong in the real world went to feel wanted.Neverland was where you belonged.You used to pray to any god there was that someday Peter Pan would come to your window and take you away.It never happened though.When you became friends with the pogues at age 14 you felt a bit better.You had met JJ Maybank,the boy of pure chaos and crackhead energy.He was always doing something illegal or doing something he shouldnt be.He was many things and loyal,sweet and kind were some of them.He acted like a lost boy,not caring about the consequences to his actions and living in the moment.

You would sit together on John.B’s roof and complain about life.

“You ever wonder why we’re so fucked up?”You asked.He shrugged,laying down with his arms over his chest.You tucked your hair behind your ears,looking up at the sky and staring at the second star to the right. “Hey,JJ?”You asked.He hummed,watching you stare up at the sky with a sad expression.He had noticed things no one else had about you.How your eyes were always a little pink,the way your laugh was never completely genuine,the way you hid your emotions from everyone because you didnt want to overwhelm anyone.He had always gone out of his way to do nice things for you.He’d made you a bracelet with your name on it that you had worn everyday until the beads had faded and the letters were hardly there.You still wore it.

He remembered your favorite type of poptart and would steal you some when he went to a large supermarket.You had always told him not to steal from independent businesses and if he were to steal from anywhere to steal from a store that had multiple locations because it didnt matter if they lost $2.He tried to show affection,hugging you or attempting to hold your hand.You never accepted it,shrinking under his touch.He wanted you to feel loved and appreciated but no matter how he tried the message just wouldnt get through to you. “If I ever go missing,just know that I probably went to neverland.”You spoke quietly.He sat sat up,frowning. “What?”He asked.You sighed. “I dont like it here.I wanna leave.Im gonna leave eventually so when I do you’ll know where to find me.”You avoided his gaze,staring up at the star.

He scooted himself forward so he was next to you. “Why dont you like it here?”He asked.You sighed,looking at him. “I dont belong here,you know?Everything just feels wrong and I feel guilty all the time because I know I should be grateful that im alive and healthy but I just want to give up.I just fuck things up and I dont wanna do it anymore.”You mumbled,feet dangling off the edge of the roof.He went to grab your hand,sliding his warm large hand over your cold small one.You let him,your fingers curling around his hand. “You do belong here,though.You belong with the pogues and we all love you.You know we love you,right?”He asked.You shrugged. “I dont really belong with you guys.Kiara felt bad for me so she dragged me into this.You dont really love me,you’re just saying that to keep me here.”You looked up at him.

His pupils were large,lips open like he was trying to form words.He was concerned for you,having the urge to pull you away from the side of the roof.You just grinned. “Its okay to admit it,JJ.I know its true.”You smiled.He shook his head. “No.No its not.What am I gonna do when you’re in neverland?Who’s gonna stop me from stealing from independent businesses?”He asked.You just huffed. “Pope will.”You replied.He shook his head,gulping. “No,no.Pope doesnt care about that stuff like you do-you’re the only one who can stop me from stealing pop tarts.”He replied,voice squeaking a bit.You rubbed circles on his hand with your thumb. “Its okay,JJ.Everything is fine.”You spoke softly.He shook his head. “You’re really scaring me right now...please just stay here with me.Please.”He whispered.

You bit the inside of your cheek,taking your hand away from his.You hesitantly leaned forward,hugging him.Your body heat against him was calming.He was nervous to hug you back,not wanting you to pull away from him.He slowly raised his arms,pulling you closer to him. “Dont stress,JJ.Everything is okay.”You whispered.He sniffled. “I just want you to be happy...what will make you happy?”He asked,blinking away the tears.You ran your hand through his hair,your finger tips scratching his scalp lightly as you twirled your fingers. “Shhh...JJ,honey,you’ve got to calm down.”You whispered.He let out a small squeak,biting down on his lip as he rested his forehead against your shoulder. “Please dont leave...please.”He sobbed.The guilt ran through you,knowing you had caused JJ to be this upset with himself.You didnt say anything,you just continued to run your fingers through his hair.He felt his whole body heating up.His lips always got really hot and red when he cried,he didnt really know why.He moved,kissing your forehead lightly.The heat against your cool forehead made a shiver run down your spine. “JJ,look at me.”You whispered,lifting up his chin.He looked up at you,more tears falling from his eyes.He sniffled,staring into your eyes.

He leaned forward,kissing you lightly.You pulled away after a few moments,forehead still against his. “It’s three in the morning,if we want any energy tomorrow we should probably sleep.”You mumbled quietly.He frowned. “You’ll still be here when I wake up,right?”He asked.You nodded.He couldnt believe he was scared of you leaving to go to neverland.He didnt know if that was really what he was scared of though.In all honesty he was absolutely terrified you’d kill yourself or something.After that night JJ had always tried to stay close to you.He always wanted to be touching you in some way,holding your hand or having his arm around your waist.He stole you more poptarts,telling you where he’d gotten them from before you even asked.

He’d text you every morning when you two couldnt spend the day together and he’d call you at least three times a day.Everytime you didnt answer he’d feel his heart speed up anxiously.You’d always text him when you didnt answer,telling him that you were busy and that you’d call him later.Sometimes you didnt have the energy to answer his texts but he’d feel better seeing that you had at least read them.But one day you didnt answer his calls.He waited for a text from you to explain why you hadnt answered.He tried to convince himself that maybe you were in the shower or taking a nap or maybe out for a swim.He knew you werent.You’d always text him before you went out for a swim or took a shower.You always said the same thing. “Im hopping in the shower so dont get scared if I dont answer.Love you.”.He hadnt received that text yet.

He had bit his nails as he sat in the hammock. “Are you okay?You seem stressed.”Pope looked over at him.JJ gulped. “Im just scared about (Y/N).She’s not answering me and I dont know what to do.”He had explained.Kiara frowned. “Are you guys fighting?”She asked.JJ shook his head. “She hasnt read my texts and I checked when she was last active on instagram and it says three days ago.I dont wanna go to her house because I dont wanna seem clingy but she’s really starting to scare me.”He tapped his foot on the grass.Kiara nodded. “Maybe her phone is broken.”She shrugged.He shook his head. “I dont know.I have a bad feeling.”He frowned. “So lets take the boat and go check on her.”Pope sat up from the porch couch.John.B was at Sarah’s and he would understand why they were taking the boat.Pope drove,going through the water as fast as the boat allowed until they were at the dock in your backyard.

JJ hopped out,going to your back door and knocking on the wood.He tried calling again,hearing your phone ring from somewhere in the house.He reached over to the windowsill,moving the painted rock you kept there and grabbing the key.Kiara and Pope were close behind him,starting to become anxious as well.He turned the key in the door,opening it with such force that the door knob smacked against the side of your house.He walked in,calling your name.He approached your bathroom,his hands shaking as he reached for the door knob.He told himself he was being ridiculous,opening the door.He turned on the light,wincing and hoping that you werent there.You werent,but your phone was. “(Y/N)!”Kiara shouted,going into your bedroom.Your blankets and sheets were messy,pillows thrown around.The window was wide open,your dresser knocked over. “JJ!”She shouted.He sprinted through the house,catching himself on your door frame.His breath hitched in his throat.There was no way.

There was no fucking way that you had actually left.That wasnt possible.Peter Pan wasnt real.But robbers were.Maybe someone had broken into your window and kidnapped you.That theory didnt make sense either because nothing had been missing and you always kept your bedroom window locked.You promised you wouldnt leave him.Maybe you had been forced to leave.He had to figure it out.He had to have you back.

#jj maybank #jj maybankxreader #jj maybank imagine #jj x you #jj maybank oneshot #jj #jj x reader #jj x y/n #rudy pankow #peter pan #neverland #pogue #kiara carrera #pope heyward #john b #sarah cameron

[amazingmsme]

For the horror ask thing, 3 and 20!

3. you're planning a horror movie marathon with your friends - which movies are you picking? The original Halloween & Nightmare on Elm Street first of all, those are my top faves. Room 1408, A Quiet Place, The Amityville Horror but the one with Ryan Reynolds, Delirium, Silence of the Lambs, What Lies Beneath, Bad Times at the El Royale, Kiss the Girls & probably a lot more that I can’t think of right now, but horror is like my favorite genre of film & I tend to prefer paranormal & psychological stories as well as more realistic ones like people being kidnapped or escaping a killer. Midsommar & The House that Jack Built are also fantastic films but both get extremely fucked up & graphic so I’d have to check with whoever I’m watching with. The Conjuring movies are all great & id probably have a marathon just for them

20. do you have any personal scary stories? something that happened to you or somebody close to you? I have way too many, you’d think being the only people who ever lived in this house would mean no ghosts, but you’d be wrong. But I’ll give some highlights:

-1 time when I was trying to leave my room as a kid, some orange nail polish shot out directly in front of my face & hit the wall before sliding down to the floor. With how fast it was going it 100% should’ve broke but it kind of stayed there for a second before falling down

-my sister heard & felt someone whisper in her ear that was pressed against her pillow

-I saw a tall man in my closet watching me dance in my room, this was around the time I was in middle school. To this day I’m still paranoid that I’ll see him if I go dance in there

-one time as a kid it was freezing outside but I still wanted to go out & play. My grandma was watching me while my mom took my sister to the doctor & I was playing out of sight from any window. My old dog Gabby was super protective & barked at everything, & out of nowhere this young woman appears, I’d say mid to late teens. For reference I was wearing 2 pairs of pants, a long sleeve shirt, a puffy jacket & a hat & gloves. This girl was wearing short shorts, a spaghetti strap tank top & was barefoot with no visible signs that she was cold. I was just frozen staring at her & she looked at me. I think she might’ve said she liked my dog but I can’t really remember. I looked over at Gabby & back at her & she was gone

-a few years ago when I stepped out of the shower, 3 full fingers were pressed into the steam on the mirror, but what’s really odd is that there was no palm mark. Of course I took a picture

-we have a tiny porcelain doll that’s haunted & I’m positive that’s where the little girl came from. She’s chilled out over the years but it used to be every time you talked about it, something would happen about 30 minutes after. Like our drapes would fly open, the tv would turn on, we heard a ringing that wasn’t our doorbell, weird shit like that. The guys my mom used to baby sit were terrified of her

-when I was like 3 I was staring at the cabinet she’s kept in & my mom asked what I was doing. She said I had this strange determined & stern look on my face & said “she needs to be standing up.” I was never a stubborn kid but I was adamant about it. After that the activity lessened by a lot

-also regarding the doll, my sister took some pictures of her on the first step in our pool for her photography class but no matter what, the teacher couldn’t open the files for the doll pictures. She could get the other ones but her computer would act very weird when she tried to see those specific ones

-everyone in my family has seen the little girl & even 1 of my sister’s friends saw her go to my room. I think only my sister & I have seen the man tho & he usually appears as a dark shadow, tho when he was in my closet I could see more detail like clothes, but his facial features were in shadow

-the girl looks like your basic horror movie child ghost, like I’m not shitting you. She’s got long dark hair & wears a white dress & whenever I see her the dress is usually the first thing I notice

-2 years ago my sister & I were at our house while my parents when you a high school reunion. We were chilling out by the pool when the chair sitting next to me scooted away from the table. I saw it happen & it freaked me out & my sister heard it & we were both scared. Idk why but I always just assumed they’d never go outside & so shit like that

-random objects can go missing & then appear right before your eyes, but not before you turn the house upside down first. I think they enjoy seeing us frustrated & it ticks me off

-we will hear people talking sometimes but you can’t really make out what they’re saying. If it’s more than 1 voice then it’s always a guy & girl’s voices

-I get touched by them the most out of my family & I fucking hate it. Get your fake dead hands OFF my body I do not like you. I’ve been touched in my house & a few times when I was hospitalized, & once this year at a guest house on vacation. The weird thing about the times in the hospital were that they all happened on the left side of my body. Hands down the worst part of it is when I can feel the size of the hands so I know if it’s a child or adult. & for some reason, ghosts like to touch you 1 finger at a time, 0/10 would recommend

-in my dad’s old house he said he could feel someone sitting on his bed with him & could even see the indention. He said he thought it was his Papaw. But when we go there I almost always get an unsettling vibe

-I made sure to save the best for last! This is my worst/scariest experience & I really hope my cousin doesn’t see this because it happened when they were here. But the younger one was in my room already asleep so I was just chilling on my phone in the dark. My phone illuminated the room just enough so I could see a few feet around me & I saw the girl at the foot of my bed. She had on that stupid white dress & her dark hair hung over her shoulders & hid her face. Then she grabbed the footboard & acted like she was about to fucking crawl up so I noped the fuck out & turned off my phone & proceeded to hide under the covers. Then I just… went to sleep? I mean I’ve been used to that shit all my life but I have no idea how I slept after that. I knew that if I got my mom then it would wake up my cousin & she’d know that something weird was up so I just ignored it the best I could. But you bet your ass I told Mom the next day

Like I said, I have a lot of stories & there’s still more I could share, but most stuff is pretty insignificant & I forget what exactly happened, but stuff does happen. Lately I’ve been seeing a lot of shadows & I really hope that there’s nothing in my new apartment. But yeah, sorry this got so long!

#asks #horror asks #ask meme #ticklishfanart #horror stories #ghost stories #ghosts #scary stuff #scary movies

[lyssismagical]

anything for another run with you, i would do anything to be with you

Parkner Week Day Nine: “I’ll keep all my emotions right here, and then one day, I’ll die” / hanahaki / pining

Based on Anything by dodie, and on S4-S6 of Glee’s Klaine, specifically It’s Too Late in S6 ep1 

  There was a time in Harley’s life where he thought they were forever, where he believed nothing could tear them apart, where he was certain that they were going to make it forever.

Peter had always been so bright, so infinite in Harley’s mind. A beacon of hope for a future together, a family, something they’d never really had in permanence before.

There had never really been a doubt in his head that they’d last forever, that they’d get engaged and then married, live together, grow old together. Whenever he’d think about a future, he always imagined it with Peter at his side.

The reality, though, is far from what he’d imagined when he was young and naïve.

Relationships don’t always last forever.

Harley pushes open the apartment door, taking in the quiet and the emptiness. It’s been months since Peter moved out, nearly half a year, and Harley doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to the way the apartment feels like a black hole, dark and empty and sucking life out of him.

He drops his bag by the front door, hesitating because Peter used to hate it when he did that, but Peter isn’t here anymore.

It’s hard for him to let go of what had once been his entire life, his past, his present, and his future. The pictures of them are overturned, covered, flipped, but still out, still visible if he wants to see what once was. The things that Peter left behind like an old Midtown sweater, an older quilt, a few pairs of socks that were left in the laundry, are still there. Untouched, in plain sight, a painful reminder.

What was once Peter’s side of the bed is left properly made and unslept in, pillow still smelling like his cinnamon-scented shampoo. Harley’s side is a mess of rumpled sheets, unwashed because he doesn’t have the energy to do laundry most days anymore, and one of Peter’s old hoodies are under the pillow.

“We haven’t spoken in weeks, Harley!” Peter had shouted, throwing his hoodie at Harley in frustration. “I can’t keep doing this!”

New York’s a big place, fast-paced, filled to the brim with people, but New York was always Peter’s city. Peter is engrained into every piece of the city, no matter how far Harley tries to go, no matter how fast he moves. It’s impossible not to see Peter in everything.

The coffeeshops Peter used to study at, he went to nearly every single one in the area to try to find the best of the best. The parks, the tourist traps, the restaurants all remind Harley of their dates, of their excursions when they got too trapped in routine. The quiet alleys where Harley can remember them tumbling into, tipsy and giggling endlessly, mouths pressing against whatever surface they could reach, young and naïve and foolishly in love. The skyscrapers Peter used to swing him onto late at night, laughing and filled to the brim with adrenaline and warmth, kissing under the stars.

“What do you want me to do?” Harley shouted, just as angry after all the pent-up frustrations they couldn’t let out after all the time they’ve spent dancing around each other. “Between work and classes and extra-curriculars and you being gone every night superheroing. When do you expect us to have the time to talk?”

Harley sighs harshly, glaring at the ring that sits so harmlessly on his nightstand. He’d been thinking about proposing eventually, he’d bought the ring and everything, but things had started going bad and he hid the ring away. Now, it sits on his nightstand, box open and ring shining.

There’s a knock on his apartment door and he already knows who it is.

Out of the breakup, Peter got most of their friends because they were his before they were ever Harley’s. MJ, though, she refused to pick a side. She’s still friends with both of them.

When she gets into the apartment, she rolls her eyes dramatically at least six times at the state of his place before he can get a word in.

“This is just sad, Harley.”

“Fuck off.”

MJ rolls her eyes again. “Wow. I seriously thought you’d stop being an asshole to everybody after six months, but I want to remind you that I don’t have to be here. I don’t have to go out of my way and spend a few hours here every week, just for you. So if you wanna be a jerk, I’m going home.”

Harley slumps into one of the dining room chairs, sighing. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t pin this on everything else!” Peter said, crossing his arms over his chest. “Don’t pretend this is just scheduling conflicts. This is on us! We’re not putting in the effort we used to. When was our last date night? We missed our five year anniversary a few weeks ago. We’ve been skipping our Friday Night Movies. When did we stop caring? When did we stop putting effort into our relationship?”

“You wanna talk? Fine, let’s talk. You stopped caring when Flash happened. You started pinning everything on me like I had owed you more than I could ever possibly give you. You stopped putting effort in when you felt like I had to put in all the effort to make up for what happened. I stopped caring when I realized I’d never be able to make it up to you, so there was no point in bothering.”

MJ sits down across from him, offering a sad smile. She reaches across the table to take his hand, squeezing it reassuringly. “He still cares about you, you know.”

He shrugs, trying to pass off as nonchalant. It’s been six months, he shouldn’t hang onto every piece of news he hears about Peter. He hates that he never goes a day without thinking about Peter. One hundred and seventy-three days and Harley hasn’t gone one of those without thinking about his ex.

They’re not together anymore, Harley’s seen Peter exactly once after they called it off and it was when Peter cleared out his things from the apartment. Harley had cried that day, helped Peter carry some boxes down to his car, nearly falling down the stairs when his vision blurred. Peter cried too, tried not to make it obvious, keeping his head ducked and rubbing his eyes whenever he thought Harley wasn’t looking. But they’d been together for five years, Harley knew Peter better than he knew himself.

“You cheated on me last year!” Peter had cried, tears filling his eyes. “With Flash of all people! And you’re mad at me for being upset with you?”

Harley rolled his eyes, guilt still washing over him like it had been since it had happened the year before. “It’s been a year. I’ve done everything I could to make up for what happened, I’ve said I’m sorry, I’ve given you everything you’ve asked for. You said we could move past it but you’re still holding it over me.”

MJ rolls her eyes again, grabbing her phone and opening the photos. She shows him the most recent photo on her phone which is one of Peter. He’s standing on the balcony of his new apartment in the city, laughing at something somebody had said. He’s wearing a hoodie that Harley knows doesn’t belong to him, a college hoodie. He looks happy and well-rested and full of life.

“Who’s hoodie is that?” Harley sounds almost accusatory.

She hesitates. “Harley-”

“Is he seeing somebody?”

“Harley-”

MJ sighs, shutting off her phone. She stands and moves into the kitchen, grabbing the bottle of wine from the fridge and pouring it into two of his wine glasses. (Wine glasses he bought with Peter.)

He accepts the glass and takes a nice swig before waiting for an answer.

“Yes, he’s seeing somebody,” MJ admits. “I dragged him to a party with Ned and he met this nice guy there. He goes to NYU, double majoring in business and engineering. He’s a good guy and Peter really likes him. They’ve been on a handful of dates so far.”

Harley nods. He doesn’t like it, he doesn’t really have a choice but to find it in him to be okay with it. Him and Peter aren’t together anymore. That’s just the way it is.

“This is going to sound downright pathetic, but do you think I’d ever have another chance with him?” Harley asks, voice soft and quiet, scared of what the answer might be.

MJ shrugs. “Honestly, I don’t know. Peter still loves you, I think he always will. It’s impossible to throw a five-year relationship down the drain without a second thought, but I also know that Peter’s happy where he is now.”

“And he wasn’t happy with me,” Harley finishes.

“If you can’t let this go, then I don’t know how we’re supposed to keep going!” Harley shouted, heartbroken and angry and confused, but mostly scared of what he’s implying. “I can’t keep spending all my time apologizing for one mistake, and you can’t keep hating me for it. Either we find a way to work this out or we’re going to have to call quits. I hate doing this. Pretending things are fine when they’re not. I don’t want to continue on like this when neither of us are happy.”

Peter, crying and just as angry and scared, nodded. “Fine then. I’m done. I can’t do this anymore. I don’t know how to fix this, I don’t think we can.”

Cheating on Peter with Flash had been a mistake, he knew that the moment it happened, despite it not getting further than kissing. He’d been drunk and they’d been fighting, and he wanted to get back at Peter.

He spent a year apologizing, buying things for Peter, doing anything he was asked to do, slaving over their relationship because he’d made a mistake.

“I know this sucks for you, Harley, I know how torn up you’ve been about all of this for months, but Peter’s moved on,” MJ says, not unkindly. “He’s found a new guy and I think they’re planning on making it serious. You’re still living in guilt and beating yourself up over it. You’re living like Peter’s just going to show up again one day and things will go back to the way you once were.”

“They’re making it serious?”

MJ scoffs, draining her glass of wine. “That wasn’t the point. The point is that you’re miserable and you’re beating yourself up for something that was only half on you.”

“But they’re making it serious?” Harley repeats.

“Fuck, I don’t know! Yes, I think they’re going to make it official, boyfriends and all, very soon. They really like each other.”

Harley lets out a harsh sigh, head falling into his heads. “I’m not beating myself up, I just- I still love him. I love him. I don’t know how to move on from him when he was the only thing that ever mattered to me, when I thought we were going to be forever. I want him back, I want us again. I don’t know how to move on from something that felt like everything to me.”

But the truth is that he doesn’t want to move on. He loves Peter, and he wants what they had back again. He doesn’t want to try to date somebody new or move away or try to restart on his own. He doesn’t want that, not when he knows where his happily ever after lies.

“I think you should call him and get closure. I think that would help you start moving on without him. Either way, I should get going. I have an early start in the morning.”

They say their goodbyes and pleasantries.

As soon as the door shuts behind her, Harley scrambles for his phone.

“Hello?”

“Peter,” Harley breathes, just hearing his exes voice makes the guilt in his chest wash away. “It’s, uh, it’s me.”

There’s a moment of silence, filled with tension and confusion and obvious worry. “It’s been six months of radio silence on your end… Is everything okay?”

“MJ said you were seeing somebody,” Harley blurts, voice shaking and blinking back tears. “I just- I don’t know. I know I screwed up, I know I made so many mistakes, I just- I always thought we were-”

“It wasn’t all your fault. I don’t want you feeling guilty over what happened forever. It was my fault we fought that night, it was my fault you never felt like you could be forgiven for kissing Flash. If I was holding that much resentment against you, I should’ve called it quits a long time before we did. Maybe then we could’ve worked things out a lot sooner.”

Harley sniffles, feeling awfully pathetic in an apartment that used to be theirs but is now only his, talking to Peter again. He wants Peter back so badly it hurts, it makes his chest tighten and his hands shake and his head ache. He wants everything they had back. “I know you’re seeing someone but I still love you, Peter. I don’t know what to do with myself anymore. I still love you. And I still want you back.”

“Me and Harry are happy,” Peter murmurs. “I do love you and I really think we can make being friends work, but… I don’t think I can handle that kind of heartbreak again. I think we both need time apart before we even consider coming back to this.”

“Tell me about him. About Harry.”

Peter hesitates. “You really want to know?”

“I’m still your best friend, Peter. I know things have been awful between us for the past year, but I think it’s worse being apart. I wanna know about Harry.”

Peter rambles about his new relationship, one Harry Osborn who’s nearly finished at NYU, who’s smart and funny and sarcastic and pretty, who makes Peter happy, who has money and takes Peter on expensive, extravagant dates.

“I want to meet him,” Harley says, as confidently as he can for somebody who’s crumbling under the knowingness that he’s lost the love of his life. “We should all have dinner together. Maybe MJ and Ned can come too. We’ll make it a thing. I wanna be in your life, Peter, even if it’s not the way I want to be.”

“Good. Because I want you there too.”

When they finish talking, saying quiet, scared goodbyes because their relationship is brittle and broken, and they never know what would be the wrong thing to say, and Harley nearly says I love you before he says goodbye, Harley makes himself useful. He finally takes down all the memorabilia of a relationship that’s over, he puts Peter’s hoodies in the back of his closet, he throws out the bottle of half-used cologne that’s been sitting untouched on their desk for six months.

He stops when he picks up the ring on his nightstand.

There’s a part of him that thinks he should get rid of it, sell it, maybe, or send it to Abbie for whatever use she might have for it, but there’s a part of him, a bigger part, that’s too attached. Even if he never gets the chance to propose to Peter, he’s still hopeful he’ll find his happily ever after one day. Even if it means pining from a distance over a boy he lost his chances with, even if it means watching him be happy with another man, even if it means playing the part of the best friend. He’ll be okay.

(Two years later, after long conversations and careful trepidation when things were finally piecing back together in a way that made more sense than it ever had, Harley buys a second ring and proposes to his two boyfriends. Harry and Peter both say yes.)

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❉ 139 Dreams (Koushi Sugawara) Magical

📑 Table of Contents

Genre: Slice of Life, Fluff

Word Count: 2,790

Pairing: Reader x Sugawara

World: Haikyuu!!

Author’s Note: In this fic, Suga is eighteen and the reader is twenty. I dreamed about this and immediately fell in love with domestic Suga and I just had to write this.

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Your keys jingled as you unlocked the door to your house, scaring away a moth that had been perched on the doorframe. Upon entering, the smell of roast stew tickled your nostrils, making your stomach growl and brow furrow. Were you imagining things because of how tired you were? You didn’t bother taking your shoes off as you headed down the hall until the kitchen came into view.

Koushi stood at the stove, carefully stirring the contents of the pot. A baby blue and white striped apron sat around his neck, tied loosely around his waist. He glanced over his shoulder when he heard you, offering you a warm smile. “Welcome home! Dinner is almost ready.”

Your body fell into one of the kitchen chairs, stifling a yawn. “What are you doing here, Koush?”

He pouted, placing his hand on his hip. “What, you’re not happy to see your loving boyfriend?”

“Of course I am,” you beckoned him closer and he obeyed, standing between your legs as you gently held his hips, his forehead resting against yours. “I could definitely get used to coming home to you. You just surprised me, is all. I didn’t know you were going to be here.”

“Hmm, I’m moving in with you the second I graduate, so you better get used to it quickly~” He pecked your lips before returning to the stove to check on the food. “How was work?”

“Long,” you wrinkled your nose as you untied your boots, kicking them under the table. “I got assigned to Casa Valore today. You know, that really uppity place on the other side of town.”

“The country club?” He inquired with surprise. “You have to have serious cash to get a membership there, from what I hear.”

“Mhm. This bitch kept trying to get in even though she doesn’t have a membership, right? Claimed she knew the owner. Intimately. Then she starts going into detail about their supposed exploits.”

Koushi bit back a laugh as he gathered rice onto two plates before pouring some roast on top. “Please tell me you’re kidding.”

“Nope,” you stood up, grabbing two glasses from the cabinet. “Every. Friggin’. Detail, Koush. You want tea?”

“Water, please.” He set the plates down on the table before taking his seat. “What happened to her?”

You poured a bottle of water into the glass with ice before doing the same with a soda and setting them on the table, collapsing back in your chair across from him. “She was spouting some really dirty shit just as a family of three walked up. When the mom heard her, she went off. The lady was terrified.”

He nodded to show that he was listening, taking a bit of the stew.

“The mom ended up punching her. One little hit and she was out like a light. Then she started after me for not stopping the woman.” You rolled your eyes, stuffing a spoonful of rice into your mouth.

He frowned at you, concern shining in his hazel eyes. “I still can’t believe you’re not allowed to touch people. You’re a security guard, it’s your job to prevent things from escalating, but you’re not even allowed to interfere when someone acts out.”

You shrugged one of your shoulders. “You get used to it after a while. What about you? Any problems at school?”

“Well, I don’t know if you’d call it a problem, perse.” He responded, tapping his chin as he thought back to mid-day practice. “Noya came running into the gym screaming his lungs out. It took some time before he was calm enough to explain what had happened.”

You sipped your drink, brow quirking as you waited for him to spill the tea.

“Apparently, he was running down the hall when he bumped into his classmate. When he helped her pick up her books, he found this manga she was working on. He claims she was shipping him with Tsukishima.”

The thought made you snicker. “Ah, the shipping days of high school.” You shook your head as you stood up, carrying the empty plates to the sink. “‘Kay, you win. Your story was better than mine.”

Koushi came up beside you, pushing your hands away from the dishes. “Let me, love.”

“You cooked dinner, it’s only fair.” You knew how stubborn he could be, so you shifted your position so you were behind him, arms sliding around his slim waist and chin resting on his shoulder.

“You worked all day.”

“Hmm, and you went to school then spent hours at practice.” Your lips twitched up at his huff of frustration and you rubbed soft circles into his side to appease him.

“Just let me take care of you, Y/N.”

With a soft kiss to beneath his ear, you conceded. “Fine, fine. I’m gonna go take a shower.” You released him, heading up the stairs into your bedroom. After gathering your clothes, you stepped across the hall into the bathroom, turning on the water to let it warm up.

When you stopped to think about it, your relationship with Koushi felt like a dream. He was just so perfect in your eyes. Kind, caring, loving, selfless. Everything he did was for others, even if it meant sacrificing himself in the process. He was patient, too – he had to be in order to deal with you and your job. You couldn’t help smiling as you stepped out of the shower.

‘How in the hell did I get so lucky?’

Koushi was already lying in bed, scrolling through his phone as he waited for you to join him. He glanced at you when you entered the room. “The group chat is blowing up tonight.”

You slid under the covers with a yawn, shoulder brushing against his as you looked at his phone. “About what?”

“No idea. The messages are coming through too quickly.”

Your eyes narrowed at the screen, trying to pick out keywords that could piece the story together. “Movie, scared, black widow, glass, death, girl, pizza.”

Koushi snorted, his hand flying up to cover his mouth. You sent him an amused look. “Sorry, it was just so dark and then pizza.”

You hummed. “I think Tanaka’s sister is making him watch the grudge. Or maybe the ring? Probably used pizza to bribe him into watching.”

“That makes sense.”

You yawned, not bothering to try and cover it as you slid down until your head landed on the fluffy pillow. Following your lead, he plugged his phone in before settling down against your side, his head using your shoulder as a pillow. You brushed your hand through his grey locks before resting it against his back. “Good night, baby.”

He hummed softly, his limps tangling with yours as sleep started to claim him. “Good night, love.”

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You stepped into the house around noon, kicking your shoes off in the doorway. The AC was blasting through the house, keeping the heat of summer at bay. As you stepped farther into the house, you noticed the TV was on, playing PBS kids on low volume, which was strange because you had never seen your boyfriend show interest in kid’s shows before.

With a shrug, you continued toward the kitchen, an ice-cold soda calling your name. “Ow, shit!” Pain shot through your left foot and you hopped on your right, holding the injured foot in your hands. Your eyes narrowed at the object that had created your pain before frowning in confusion, picking up the square object. “The hell? Aren’t nesting blocks for toddlers?”

Setting the toy on the table, you headed upstairs in search of your boyfriend, but he wasn’t in the bedroom or the bathroom. That left the storage closet at the end of the hall or the guest room, and you highly doubted he was in the former. You pushed the guest room door open softly, eyes widening a bit at the sight.

Koushi was sitting on the floor with a boy sitting in front of him, probably around two-years-old, playing with toy cars and action figures from the popular anime, My Hero Academia.

Something about the scene just seemed so magical to you. Your heart started to race within your chest as you thought about him as a father, the father of your child. Honestly, children were never really something you thought about, but seeing him interact so softly with this child… it stirred something within you.

With a soft smile, you leaned against the doorframe. “Koushi, did you go and have a child with someone else?”

His hazel eyes slid up to meet yours and he chuckled. “Of course not. You’re the only person I want to have a child with!”

You hadn’t been expecting that response and your red cheeks showed it, but you hid it behind your hand, faking a cough. “So, who’s the kid?”

“My nephew, Sasuke,” he explained, gently rubbing the top of the boy’s head. “My sister suddenly went into labor this morning and couldn’t find anyone to watch him, so I went and picked him up.”

“You should have called me, I would have taken you.”

“It’s okay, it wasn’t far!” He smiled brightly, his hair shifting across his forehead when he tilted his head. “You’re home early. Did something happen?”

“Sort of.” You rubbed the back of your neck. “Apparently, the manager has been skimming funds from the clients and the CEO found out. He came in this morning raising hel -” You eyes shifted to the small child before clearing your throat. “Raising a fuss.”

“Oh wow,”

“Yup. Everyone was sent home until they can get everything sorted. With pay, of course.”

“That’s good.” He pulled himself to his feet before lifting up his nephew, holding him against his hip. “Come on, it’s time for lunch.”

The boy giggled, his small hands grabbing at his uncle’s shirt. You followed him downstairs, taking a seat at the table as he sat the boy beside you, kissing the top of his head before heading to the fridge.

“Are you okay with a sandwich, love? I wasn’t expecting you home early so I didn’t make anything.”

“I don’t mind,”

Sasuke looked up at you curiously, reaching out for your arm. You held your hand out to him and he was just barely able to wrap his hand around your finger, pulling it up and down and giggling as if it were the most amusing thing he had ever done.

Koushi looked back at you with an apologetic smile. “Sorry I didn’t ask before bringing him here. I didn’t think you’d mind.”

You hummed as you watched the boy, lifting your arm and watching as he pulled it back down before giggling. “You’re fine. My foot definitely minded when it stepped on the nesting blocks, though.”

He giggled, covering his mouth with this hand.

“Glad my pain amuses you, babe.”

“Sorry, sorry~” His eyes were amused as he set the small squares of sandwich in front of his nephew, who instantly dropped your hand to grab the food. “Eat slow and careful, Sasuke.”

Sasuke nodded, carefully grabbing one of the squares before taking a small bite.

You turned your gaze to your boyfriend as he got to work making your sandwich and his own. He just had such a domestic aura about him that made you feel so warm inside. The future was not something you thought about often, but for some reason, you started to think about spending the rest of your life with this man. You knew he would be just as amazing as a husband as he was a boyfriend and that thought made your heart flutter within your chest.

Setting the food down, he took a seat across from you, watching his nephew with a happy expression. The three of you ate in silence, just enjoying each other’s company, but the peace was broken when his phone lit up on the table.

“It’s from my sister,” he commented as he pulled up the message, his eyes lighting up as he read it. “Oh my god. She had twins!”

“Really?” You quirked a brow. “That sounds… like a handful.”

“Definitely,” he sweatdropped. “Can you take us to the hospital to see them? She wants Sasuke to meet his new siblings.”

“Yeah, of course.” You finished off your food before clearing the table while he grabbed the bag with Sasuke’s things.

“Shoot, I need to grab my charger. Can you take him?” Koushi handed the boy off to you and you held him against your hip, pulling the front door open. You were a bit worried because you didn’t have a car seat, but you were sure that Koushi would sit in the back with him and keep him safe, and you’d make sure to drive more carefully than usual.

He came jogging from the house, making sure the door was locked before heading to the backseat and pulling the door open, setting the bag on the opposite side of the seat. He held his hand out to take his nephew. “You’re gonna sit in the back with me, okay? We don’t have a car seat so you have to behave and not move around too much.”

“‘Kay!” Sasuke agreed with a high pitched voice.

You started the car, turning the AC on to battle against the summer heat as you waited for them to get settled before taking off. The hospital wasn’t far by car, taking only about ten minutes to arrive even with moderate traffic. Koushi tried to pick up his nephew once everyone was out of the car, but the toddler started fussing, refusing the be picked up.

“Do you want to walk, instead?” He asked softly, to which Sasuke nodded. “Okay, but you have to hold my hand tight and not let go. Can you do that?” Again, he nodded, holding his small hand out to the grey-haired male. You took the bag from him, slinging it over your shoulder as you walked on the other side of Sasuke, just for added protection. It surprised you when the small boy grabbed your hand, but you certainly didn’t mind, nor did you miss the loving look that Koushi sent you.

His sister was on the fourth floor and when you stepped out of the elevator, you gently patted the boy’s head before heading toward the waiting room.

“Where are you going?” Koushi frowned.

“It’s your family, I don’t want to impose.” You smiled reassuringly. “It’s fine, go on.”

He bit his bottom lip as he thought it over before hesitantly nodding, gently tugging his nephew down the hall.

The waiting room was empty and silent, making your ears ring. There was a small TV mounted in the corner, but someone had muted it. Captions were playing across the bottom of the screen, but they were too small to read unless you were right next to it. You weren’t very fond of hospitals – something about the sterile environment just made you feel strange, but the maternity ward wasn’t too bad.

You pulled out your phone, scrolling through your MyBook page, sharing posts you found amusing or responding to tags from friends. You got bored of that pretty quickly though and decided to search for anime memes, finding a few that made you chuckle. You soon got bored of that, too, sliding down in the chair with a sigh.

The door opened, Koushi stepped inside with something small in his arms. He was smiling brightly, eyes lit up like stars. “Y/N, meet my niece, Yin.”

Your body tensed as he brought the newborn closer. You gently pulled the blanket away from her face, your finger sliding across her cheek. “She’s so small,”

“Do you want to hold her?”

“Ah, no, I -”

He chuckled softly. “Love, you’re not going to hurt her. I asked my sister and she said it’s fine.”

“Okay,” you breathed out, holding your arms out, carefully holding the newborn in your arms. She barely weighed anything, like you were holding a feather.

His hand gently caressed your arm to keep you calm. “I can’t wait for us to have our own children. You’re going to be such a good parent.”

“What are you going on about?” You muttered, keeping your eyes on the infant as if scared she would disappear if you looked away. “We’re too young for kids.”

He hummed softly, pressing a loving kiss to your cheek. “Hmm, maybe I just have baby fever.”

“Pretty sure you do.”

“It’s your fault~” He pouted, making you quirk a brow.

“How is it my fault?”

“You’re gorgeous with a child in your arms.”

Blood rushed to your cheeks at the declaration. “S-Shut up, Koushi.”

He covered his mouth with his hand, stifling his laughter.

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He keeps dreaming of snow. 

It’s July. The weather is warm and sticky, and the sun has been blazing hot for weeks. And he dreams about snow.

It’s the same every time. A lake fringed with dark trees, the ice covered in a flawless expanse of white. Blank and perfect. In the dream, he has a pair of skates slung over his shoulder by the laces. When he swings them down to untie the knots and get them on his feet, they’re always a different pair he recognizes.

The first pair of good skates he’d received as a child, still able to fit him in the boundless logic of dreaming. He’d fallen asleep clutching them to his chest when he’d gotten them that Christmas. Stuffed dog under one arm, skates under the other. 

The beat up pair he hid in Rimouski, so that he could practice even after they took away his regular skates. The same ones he’d take to play shinny in the park, just to feel a little normal. Free.

The pair he wore to win gold in Vancouver, gleaming and perfect. 

In the dream he sits on a snowbank and pulls the skates on, and then he’s on the ice. You can’t skate on snow-covered ice, but it doesn’t seem to matter. Dream logic again.

The dark trees around the lake never grow closer, no matter how hard he skates for the opposite shore. Always, he ends up standing in the middle of that blank, unsettling expanse of white, frustrated. When he looks behind him, there’s never a mark in the featureless snow to show where he’s been. Nothing.

And he wakes up then, usually, disturbed and wondering why the fuck he’s dreaming that dream again. 

***

He’s busy enough.The flurry of early summer weddings has petered out, finally. He loves his friends’ happiness, but the annual glut gets…old. Exhausting.

He has a few media obligations, some pre-planned get togethers with Nate and any of the boys who happen to be in town. He’s ramping up the training. But he still has too much damn time to brood in between it all. You’d think he’d be able to get the bad taste of last season out of his mouth by now, but it lingers, their ignominious playoff exit following him like a shadow.

He fishes, he paddleboards. He golfs. He trains some more. He tries going to the farmer’s market and has to leave after fifteen minutes because of the commotion his appearance causes. He teaches himself how to make gluten free parmesan chicken from the Internet.

He checks social media, liking pictures of babies and dogs and summertime shenanigans on Instagram. He uploads a photo of his dock at sunrise to his private one, to a flurry of likes and chirping about being a boring old man, fishing all day. 

It’s a little funny but it stings a bit too. He doesn’t like to think of himself as old. He’s not, by ordinary standards. But he is in hockey years, and it terrifies him sometimes. 

He should post more often, then maybe he’d get less shit from the guys. He’d only made his account in the first place so that he could follow the people that mattered to him. 

He wakes up early to find that Geno commented a string of parentheses and a couple incomprehensible emojis. 

He’s given up trying to interpret what Geno means by them; he’s 90% sure he just picks the weirdest ones possible just to fuck with people. 

Sid ponders what to respond, and finally settles on turtle, Brazillian flag, paperclip. There, let him have a taste of his own medicine. 

i dont get it, jake posts underneath. Probably sex stuff, replies Flower. better not to ask. 

Asshole, Sid replies, and feels his face flush. It’s all meant as a joke, but thinking of sex and Geno too close together is always a problem, and he buries the well-worn thing he doesn’t acknowledge like he always does. 

***

The next time he has the dream, there’s someone else there. He doesn’t see them, but their presence behind him lies on him like a weight.

He stops in the middle of the lake like he always does. The presence behind him stops too.

“Hey,” Sid says, more as an inquiry than a greeting.

Some small bit of dream-awareness slots into place, and he knows that it’s Geno, behind him.

“Three years Superleague, huh?” Sid says. It’s good, and right, Geno standing behind him.

***

More training. A podcast recording with Biz and Whit that actually ends up being a lot of fun. Just shooting the shit and swapping stories. 

They ask him about Geno, of course, angling for some dirt, some “ha ha he’s so Russian” and “what a bully” kind of shit. Sid doesn’t give them anything.

Geno, Sid has always thought, is more just like an enormous cat. A little moody and opinionated, liking things to be just so. Affectionate and friendly only on his own terms. He’s always wondered if that was mostly due to the language barrier, or if it’s just how Geno is. He used to watch whenever Geno spoke to Gonch, or his friends on other teams. Listen to the faster cadence of his voice, the expansive movements of his hands, the expressiveness of his face. Trying to figure out who Geno really was when he was comfortable and at ease.

He used to watch Geno way too much in those days.

It’s still a problem sometimes.

Geno always treated Sid a little differently. All of his brash pushiness is tempered a little. He always looks into Sid’s eyes when Sid is trying to tell him something, leaning in and listening with his whole body. Sid has never taken that deference and respect for granted, treating Geno’s fierce loyalty as the precious honor it is.Geno gives zero consequence to people he’s decided he doesn’t like or respect. He isn’t like Sid, he doesn’t bother to reign in his colossal emotions or attempt a veneer of politeness or charm. If he’s done with you he’s done with you. 

Geno is Geno, and Sid, god help him, has always loved him for it.

***

He has the dream again, and it’s accompanied by a creeping sense of dread. He and the Geno-presence take to the ice. In the middle of the lake, instead of smooth white, the snow is broken by a series of jagged cracks, dark water sloshing malevolently inches from Sid’s skates. 

“Fuck, look out–” he tells Dream-Geno, but Dream-Geno steps past him, for the first time.

“Geno!” Sid tries to scream, but he doesn’t have the air. In the disjointed way of dreams, Sid just knows that Dream-Geno is in the water now, even if he didn’t see anything happen. 

He drops to his knees, and reaches out. The water looks liquid, but his fingers scrabble along it like it’s ice. He claws at it, horror and desperation cresting over him. He’s trying to scream Geno’s name, but he can’t- he just can’t- 

When he wakes up, he’s gasping, heart trying to pound its way out of his chest. He’s disoriented for a split second, grief crushing, until he wakes up further and realizes he was dreaming. 

He sits up with a groan, shreds of the dream and its dread slowly fading around him. Fuck. He hasn’t had a nightmare like that in years. 

He checks the time on his phone, curses to see that it’s three thirty in the morning. He drags himself up, flinching as he flips the bathroom light on. He takes a piss, and splashes water on his face as if he can wash away the lingering awfulness of the dream.

So weird. He hadn’t really seen anything, but the emotions themselves had felt so real. 

Back in bed, he almost doesn’t want to go back to sleep. He feels wide awake anyway. What he wants to do, is. 

Incredibly stupid.

Good for a lifetime of shit-talking if Geno tells anyone.

He does it anyway. 

You up? He texts Geno. It’s nine-something am in Moscow, so who knows. Geno’s not exactly a morning person.

There’s no answer, for long enough that he starts to feel even more colossally lame than he already did. 

Then his phone rings, making him jump. Fuck.

“Sid?” Geno says when he picks up. “What’s happen? It’s night for you.”

God, his voice. Deep and rumbling right in his ear. Accent thick like it always gets over the summer when he doesn’t use his English for months. Sid feels something in him let go, soothed by a living, breathing Geno at the other end of the line. But, then, he realizes that he now has to come up with an explanation that isn’t just, “hey bud, just had a real bad dream, wish you were here to fucking tuck me in, eh?” 

“Uh. I’m okay it’s just… I was thinking.”

There’s a judgmental silence on the other end of the line. Sid pinches the bridge of his nose with his free hand.

“You’re gonna chirp me forever, man. I, uh. I’ve been having this dream.” 

“Whaat?” Geno draws the word out, somehow conveying both amusement and disbelief. 

“I know, I know. But I’ve been having this stupid dream about skating on a lake, yeah? Just over and over. It’s fucking weird. And you were there? I think. The last few times, anyway. And this time there were these cracks in the ice, and you fell in. You know how even if it doesn’t make sense, for a second in a dream your brain doesn’t know the difference? Well. You, you were dead.” 

He pauses, realizing he’s babbling, how stupid this is. Shame washes over him. 

“Okay…” Geno says, clearly trying to take all of that in. “Sorry for dream?”

“Not your fault,” Sid says automatically. “So, yeah. Pretty much I just wanted to hear your voice.”

Geno huffs out a laugh. “Okay. I’m doing good, so.” There’s a pause, like he’s considering something. 

“It’s little bit cute, you know? Call me for scared.” His tone is amused but not as teasing as Sid would expect.

Still. Cute.

“Oh my god,” Sid groans, and flops back into his pillows.

“So stupid,” he says, more to himself then to Geno.

“No, no,” Geno says, and he’s definitely laughing now. “It’s fine, most cute. Can call me, I can give you some story, for sleep. Maybe some song.”

“Fuck off,” Sidney gripes, but he’s kind of smiling at the ceiling now, like a dweeb. 

Geno yawns, then audibly settles back into the bed or couch he’s probably lounging on. “So, keep having dream?”

“Yeah, over and over. No idea why.”

“Stress?”

Sid is quiet for a moment, wondering how to answer. “Maybe. My birthday, the season coming up. You know.”

“You captain,” Geno says. “Lots things for worry.” The matter of fact way he says it is comforting, somehow. “You need come here. Have fun in Russia.”

“Naw. The visa would take too long to get,” Sid says, wondering if Geno means it, if he’d really like to show Sid around Moscow.

“You know how long it’s take?” Geno sounds amused again, like he’s smiling. “You think about?” 

“Oh, off and on,” Sid answers. “Over the years, you know.”

“Should do, Russia best.”

Sid laughs. “Oh, for sure.”

“You do, you come. We go to banya, we eat Russian food. You can go to some museum, so boring.”

It sounds… really good. It makes an old ache start up behind Sid’s ribcage to think about it, but it sounds good. Especially if…

There’s always been an expiration date on Geno’s time in the US. And if this season is as bad as the last–

Sid tamps down the urge to surrender to the loss he can sense hovering on the horizon. 

“That sounds amazing, G. I want to, I really do. What about next summer? I can make sure the paperwork is all set up ahead of time.” Something to look forward to in that summer, no matter what. A way to delay Geno from slipping through his fingers if Geno decides he’s finally had it.

He’s being irrational, he knows. Geno has a contract. And yet.

“Yes, we do,” Geno says, with finality. “You come.”

They’re both quiet for a moment. Then there’s a bit of rustling on Geno’s end, like he’s sitting up. He sounds more awake when he speaks again.

“I can come early, now. Go to Canada first.”

Sid blinks, his lips parting in surprise. “Come here? To Nova Scotia? You’d want to?”

“No more bad dream,” Geno coos mockingly, and Sid has to laugh.

“You gonna tuck me in at night, eh?” Fuck, no, what is he doing. That sounds like he’s trying to flirt, or something. He needs to backpedal. 

“For real though. I’d always love to have you visit, you know that. I just thought, it’s a little quiet, maybe. Boring.” His voice, damn it, is a lot softer than he meant it to sound. Maybe revealing a little too much. He hopes Geno isn’t paying attention.

“Mooost boring,” Geno drawls. Then, firmly: “I come. You can show me fishing. No golf.” 

Something stupid and anticipatory flutters in Sidney’s gut. “Sure, okay. Let’s uh, work out the details.” Fuck.

***

Geno plans to go to Miami for a week, then to Sid’s, then to fly together down to Pittsburgh for training camp. He grouses a little at needing to be early because Sid is the captain and always shows up in town first. 

He grumbles but then he’s there in a week and a half, tanned and insolent with a backwards SnapBack on his head, rolling a lollipop stick between his teeth and disturbing Sid’s whole universe.

He pulls Sid in for a one armed hug and a backslap, right there in the terminal. He smells like airplane and very nice cologne, and Sid wonders why the hell he allowed this to happen.

He’s exhausted but looks around avidly as they take the 102 down to Dartmouth.

“Flat,” he says thoughtfully. “Big sky. Like Russia.”

Sid feels disproportionately pleased about that. 

It’s so strange, looking at home through Geno’s eyes, or trying to. He wants him to like it. 

“Halifax is across the harbor from where we are now,” Sid explains. “We can take a look around tomorrow.”

“I’m look Google Earth,” Geno says. “Little bit. Pretty.”

“It is,” Sid agrees. 

There’s a strange little smile playing around Geno’s lips as he takes in his surroundings. Sid isn’t quite sure what it means.

When they get to Sid’s place, Geno unfolds his long legs from the car and shoves his sunglasses up on his head. He just stands there for a minute, looking at the house, the sliver of lake visible through the trees. 

Then he looks at Sid, like he’s fitting Sid into this place in his mind. That wry little smile is back.

“Looks like you,” he says, and Sid isn’t quite sure what he means. 

***

Sid takes Geno out on the lake to fish. He takes him to the rink for training, where Geno imperiously nods once at Nate and then proceeds to ignore him for the rest of the drills. He stands in the lobby for a long time, looking at the display of Sid’s jerseys and photos. He takes a picture of one of Sid’s Timbits photos with his phone. 

Sid takes him around Halifax, as promised, then to his parent’s house, where Geno is all charm and bashful politeness, helping Sid’s mom in the kitchen and talking hockey with Sid’s dad. 

In every place, it’s a strange collision of worlds. Sid has to stop himself from just, staring all the time. Geno, here in his life. Lying on the floor of his parents’ living room to fuss over Sam. Rifling through Sid’s cabinets to judge his lack of acceptable tea. Strapping on his pads in the locker room of the rink where Sid learned to skate. 

He fits easier than Sid had imagined, and that ache seems to sit in his chest all the time now.

***

Geno’s been there nearly a week when Sid has the dream again. Same thing, with Geno disappearing into the dark water. 

Sid wakes up drenched in sweat, and swears before stumbling as quietly as he can to his kitchen for cold water from the Brita in the fridge. 

“Sid?”

Sid yelps, sloshing water all over the counter. “Fuck!” 

Geno’s lying on the couch in the living room, awash in the blue light of the muted television. 

“What are you doing up? Did I wake you?” 

“Still little bit jet lag. What’s happen? Dream, again?” 

Sid takes his glass of water and stands pointedly by the couch until Geno pulls up his knees and frees a space for Sid to sit. 

“Yeah.” Sid sighs. “So stupid.” He rubs at his eyes. 

“I’m die?” 

Sid stares ahead at the silent TV. It’s showing an ad for Canadian Tire. He’s not sure how he feels about talking about this, least of all talking about it with Geno. “Uh huh.” 

Geno scoots partially upright, and regards Sid with a surprising amount of gravity. 

“What you worry about, Sid?” he says, and it’s quiet, his voice low. 

Sid can’t look at him. He takes a long swallow of water and sets his glass carefully on the coffee table, trying to decide how honest to be. 

He’s too tired, on too many levels, to say anything other than the truth. 

“That if we have another season like we did, you’ll decide you’re done.” 

Geno whole face seems to go soft, his mouth dropping open a little. 

“I know,” Sid says quickly. “I know, this is so stupid, but I just—” 

Geno swings his feet to the floor, and suddenly he’s right there next to him, so close their thighs are almost touching. 

“Sid,” Geno says, and waits to continue until Sid looks over at him. 

“Until I’m hurt or you leave, I’m not leave Penguins.” 

His voice is softer and more reassuring than Sid has ever heard it before. What is happening. 

He can’t speak for a moment. 

“I, uh. Fuck, G.” 

Geno is just. Sitting there so close Sid can feel the heat of his body, looking at Sid with dark, serious eyes. 

Sid wants to kiss him. Wants to push him back onto the couch and mark him up. Something must have shown in his face because Geno tilts his head, brows drawing together in puzzlement. 

“Sid?”

Sid shakes his head. He has to get It together, in so many ways. 

“No, yeah, sorry I just.” He sighs. “Thank you, G. I can’t tell you how much that means.” 

Geno makes a hum of agreement, and stands, extending a hand to Sid. Sid shouldn’t take it but he does, let’s Geno haul him to his feet, and lets Geno…pull him in for a hug apparently. Oh no. 

This time Geno smells like the body wash Sid keeps in the guest bedroom, and his worn t shirt is soft against Sid’s cheek. 

It’s a curiously long embrace, and when Geno’s arms tighten Sid allows himself the indulgence of relaxing, letting himself melt into it. 

Geno raises one hand and lays it heavily on the nape of Sid’s neck. He eases back so he can look into Sid’s face. 

Sid can’t tell what he’s thinking. And he himself can’t think at all, not with Geno’s hand pressing onto his neck and his everything so, so close. 

He realizes, slowly, that Geno’s hands are shaking. 

“G?”

“Sid,” Geno says, husky and so low. 

Sid feels outside of his body, incredulous that this is really, actually happening as Geno, very slowly, leans in, pausing just a hairsbreadth from Sid’s lips. 

“Sid?”

“Yeah,” he sighs, and tilts his head up to cross that final bit of separation. 

Geno’s kiss is soft lips and hot mouth, gasped breaths and possessive sweeps of those huge hands. 

Sid shudders in his arms as Geno moves to his neck, trailing kisses across his jaw and down to the skin bared by the vee of his sleep shirt. 

Sid tugs them backwards, folding when the couch hits the back of his legs and pulling Geno down over him. 

He’s greedy, he’s starving. He can’t touch enough skin, he can’t get Geno close enough. He sets his teeth where Geno’s neck meets his shoulder and nearly keens when Geno moans and responds with a slow, devastating roll of his hips. 

“Geno, is this— are you—“

Geno pushes himself upright enough to look Sid in the eyes. 

“Won’t leave, Sid. Can’t.”

“I’ve wanted this,” Sid confesses. “I’ve wanted this for a really long time.”

“Good,” Geno says, and rolls his hips again. 

“I can’t just do a, a one time fuck or—“ 

“No,” Geno says sharply. “No.” He leans on one elbow so that he can lay a hand on Sid’s cheek. “We’re like this, you know? Mine.” 

Sid feels too bright and expansive for his skin. He fists a hand in Geno’s t-shirt and tugs him closer. 

“Mine,” he echoes, and Geno groans, responding to another tug and taking Sid’s mouth in a deep, demanding kiss. 

Hands and mouths and the greedy rocking of their bodies bring them to completion within moments of each other. 

Sid lies there after, stroking his hand over Geno’s head where he’s laid it on Sid’s chest. He’s sprawled over Sid like a gigantic, clingy octopus, and Sid is feeling the kind of incredulous elation he normally associates with Cups and Olympic gold. 

“Thanks for coming, G,” he says, and although he meant “coming to Canada,” 

Geno snorts. 

“You know what I mean, dickhead,” Sid says, laughing. 

“I mean it,” he says a few minutes later. “I’m just, yeah.” 

Geno smiles at him like that made perfect sense, and doesn’t protest when Sid prods him upright and tugs him along into Sid’s bedroom. 

***

Jet lag or not, Geno falls asleep with Sid spooned up behind him, and is still asleep when Sid wakes up to the mid-morning sun streaming in the windows. Heart impossibly full, the old ache released and gone, Sid presses a kiss to the sun-gilded skin of Geno’s shoulder. 

He had dreamt of the lake again, but this time, as happened for him only rarely, he’d lucid-dreamed. 

“No,” he’d told Dream-Geno, and turned his back on the lake. Which suddenly was a completely frozen Monongahela River. 

He points up the bank, towards the arena. “We’ve got a game to get to.” 

Dream-Geno put his hand in Sid’s, and leaned down to kiss his hair. 

“Let’s go,” he tells Sid, and they walk up the bank together.

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Minji loved her partner like a brother; when you sat in a patrol car most of the day, you got close to the one in the seat beside you. Hearing his excuse, she rolled her eyes. “You think I don’t know that?” she countered. “I love my job, but Gwanny, darling brother of a partner of mine? You need a reason to go home at night. And who’s to say tall, blonde and handsome over there won’t understand? He’s literally got a world tour coming up, right?”

Under his breath Gwangseon retorted, “What is he, McDonalds fries?” He knew she was right but he couldn’t bring himself to make someone feel like that didn’t matter to their significant other. His mother had fought through that herself before his father was killed, he just couldn’t do it. Hearing the second question he looked up at Minji. “Yeah he does, so what?” He continued queitly.

Minji laughed, reaching to knock his hat off. “I wouldn’t know about that, men aren’t my thing.” she teased. Watching him, though, she rested her arm on his shoulder, moving to lay her chin on her arm. “Gwanny, honey, say something to him. Just go on one date. We aren’t the only one with demanding careers you know. Annnd you have unused vacation pay.”

With a sigh Gwangseon removed Minji from his shoulder. “It’s too hot for that.” He said and moved away in an attempt to get off the subject. “I thought you had a date toinght. Did she cancel?”

Minji rolled her eyes, but let her friend change the subject. “She did not cancel, thank you very much.” she answered, running a hand through her hair. “This will be date three, things are going really well.” she mused, smilng as she thought about the young woman she’d taken out. “I think you’ll like her once we’ve dated a while longer. You might scare her off.” she joked.

Gwangseon quirked a brow at his partner and was about to retort when a call came over the radio. “That would be our call to respond to.” As he climbed into the cruiser and clicked his seat belt in place he retorted, “I would not, she would love me. You’re talking about the EMT right?”

“That it would, now that we’re done guarding your eye candy.” Minji teased with a smirk, going to get in and leaning back in her seat. She responded on the radio and then returned to their conversation. “Yeah, she’s amazing.” she grinned, looking at Gwangseon. “But right now, you’d still scare her off.” She wanted to try and keep the other’s mood up even with the call they were receiving.

Gwangseon knew it was bad when he saw the ambulance in front of them. The two of them got out of their car and walked to the others. The superiors talked to the both of them. “The guy inside has a gun and has already shot the wife. We aren’t sure if the kids are okay but we need someone to talk this guy down.” Upon hearing the request Gwangseon raised his hand from the small group of that had now gathered. “I’ll go in.”

Minji was about to volunteer when Gwangseon spoke up first, taking a moment, she moved to grab his wrist. “Gwanny, are you sure?” she asked, tilting her head a little. “I can handle this, the energy is pretty thick.” she murmured, clearly worried for her partner.

“I’ll be fine.” He responded and placed a hand on his partner’s shoulder. “Did you forget I’m a selkie?” He walked forward and walked to the door. A call of ‘stay back’ stopped him and he called back, “Sir, please let us help you and-” He was cut of as a shotgun fired through the door and the blast from it slammed into his shoulder. He fell to the ground and the last thing he could see was Minji running towards him as the pain made him pass out.

Minji watched her partner approach, her senses on full alert and tense almost to the point of pain. She knew the meaning, knew the familiar grey haze in her vision all too well, but she couldn’t tell when it would happen. And then the shot rang out. Seeing Geangseon go down put her in protection mode, rushing the porch to grab Gwangseon and put pressure on the wound. Two others followed her, guns at the ready just off the porch as she pulled her gun out and readied it with one hand. As the door opened, she turned her gaze from her unconscious partner, glaring up as the man tried to exit. Her gaze went monochrome as she stared at him. “Lower it, or I swear to the heavens, you won’t make it to trial.” Her voice was calm but laced with danger, and after a long moment, the man lowered it, allowing the others to arrest him while she focused on Gwangseon.

“Damn it, Gwanny.” She cursed, knowing blood from his shoulder was all over and not caring. She helped lift him onto a gurney and when asked, she decided to follow while the other emts worked on the wife, who was hurt but awake and breathing. Getting in the cruiser, she followed the first ambulance, grabbing his phone so she could give it to him when he woke up. She ended up in the corner of the room, watching Gwangseon sleep. Checking the time on his phone, she frowned at the missed message. Pulling her own phone out, she messaged the singer explaining the basics. It took less than half an hour before Jae was being let in by a nurse and she looked up, giving the artist a speech before finally letting Jae join her as they sit and waited.

Gwangseon spoke quickly when he came to. “I didn’t even get a sentence out.” He looked to the side, knowing Minji would be there and startled by Jae’s presence. He quickly explained what happened, though vaguely to Jae before reaching for his phone and giving up. Minji announced she was headed to change. “Wait,” he called after her and as the door closed he continued weakly. “Come back.”

“I’ll come back when I’ve changed, Gwanny. I’m covered in your blood and I’d like to at least have normal clothes on.” Minji said as she opened the door. Her date had been messaging her since she’d told her, and Minji apologized again for having to cancel, even though she knew her girlfriend would understand. She drove back the precinct and showered, changing clothes and letting her boss know her uniform needed to be dry cleaned. She hoped to give Jae and Gwangseon some time alone, not wanting her partner to be lonely anymore. She decided to stop and pick up Gwangseon’s favorite place, messaging Jae if he wanted any. SHe hoped to spend as much time as possible away so that when she showed up with food, maybe the two had come to an agreement of some sort.

Gwangseon wanted food and he wanted it now. He kept complaining to Jae about how he was hungry but he didn’t want gross hospital food. He messaged Minji to grab extra sushi because he really wanted sushi from his favorite place a few blocks from his apartment. He placed the phone in his lap with a sad face.

Minji walked up to the door and knocked before entering with the bag of food. “How are my lovebirds?” she mused, quietly closing the door as she lifted the bag. “I have food for all of us. Especially the high one.”

Gwangseon looked at his partner, attempting to remember what exactly she was doing at the hospital. “Why are you here? And I am not a love bird, I’m a human.” He hid his face in his pillow and huffed. “Wait.” He looked back up at Minji. “Sushi? From the place near my place?” He really wanted to eat that sushi but nothing else.

Minji rolled her eyes. “Still high as a kite, I see.” she mused, walking over to set the bag of food on the window sill and divide it up. “Yes, you nutcase. I spent a lot of money on you two.” her voice was playful though, just glad her partner was okay. “Just sushi, a lot of it, for the wounded one. Sukiyaki and sushi for the idol.” she said, handing out chopsticks and moving to perch in the window sill where the food had been, lifting to tuck one leg under her as she moved to open her own food. Taking a bite, she hummed, chewing and swallowing before pointing her chopsticks at Gwangseon. “The next time I step in with a feeling, you listen to me, damn it.” she said sternly, though the attempt at threatening was lost since she was pointing chopsticks and not a gun.

Gwangseon looked around. “Who’s wounded? I don’t see anyone wounded.” His eyes grew wide at the sight of sushi. He raised his arms to grab at it and jolted in surprise. “Oh, I’m the one that’s wounded. Oops.” He said with a light giggle. when his sushi was placed in front of him, he struggled with his chopsticks. “I’m sorry.” He said sadly, sounding like a young child being scolded. He set the chopsticks down and looked longingly at the sushi.

“And this is why I never take you to a bar, Gwanny. Total lightweight.” Minji rolled her eyes as she ate. Seeing him give up, she was preparing to get down when Jae set his own food down to feed her partner. “Well, then. Thank you, little songbird.” she mused. “By the way, that last comeback? Phenomenal. Right, Gwanny?” 

Gwangseon managed a ‘mhm’ around the sushi Jae had placed in his mouth. He swallowed the sushi and spoke matter of factly. “I really liked the choker with the rings on it.” He felt Jae pause and whined for more sushi. “Why’d you stop? Give me more sushi.” He pouted and continued to Minji. “The ring choker was really pretty on him.” He nodded and accepted another piece of sushi from Jae.

Gwangseon’s confession caught Minji off guard indeed. She knew her partner loved that choker on the singer. She watched Jae stumble and recover, continuing to feed the selkie. She laughed a little. “Gwanny, honey, since Captain is giving you some time off, why don’t you spend a few days with Songbird, hmm?”

“I guess. I don’t see why not. But is it okay with all the girls falling all over him?” He asked rhetorically, anger laced in his words. He huffed as he munched another bite of sushi. Gwangseon looked out the window and mumbled, “It’s so sunny, I wish it would rain. I like the rain better. So much more romantic than sunny days.” His eyes drifted closed as he fell asleep again, welcoming the escape from his feelings.

Minji arched a brow. “You are clearly blind if you think Songbird here doesn’t have eyes for you.” she countered. “Besides, you have time to tend to him, right?” she asked Jae, who shrugged as he nodded. 

“Yeah, All that’s left for the new comeback is promo photos tomorrow, and then the next month or so I’m basically free minus a few days of recording.” He turned to looked at Gwangseon. “You’re welcome to stay at my place if you’d like, Seony.”

“I’ll get out of here and let him sleep. You gonna stay with him?” Minji asked as she helped Jae rebox the leftovers, moving to rest a hand on Jae’s shoulder. “I’m gonna visit him, but he’s got leave since he’s hurt and I really hope you two get along. He adores you, if you couldn’t tell.” Giving him an encouraging smile, she walked to the other side of the bed, kissing her partner’s head like a sister might for a sibling. “Take of him, Songbird.” she said sternly, turnign to leave.

GWangseon woke up to the sun burning holes in his eyes. He groaned and spoke, half asleep. “Someone close those damned blinds.”

Minji had gone home and returned early the next morning to relieve Jae so he could go shower. She didn’t comment on how she found the two, but she took her place in the chair as she waites for Gwangseon to wake up, reading a book with right leg crossed over left. “Welcome back, sleeping beauty.” She mused, glancing up as she turned the stick to close the blinds. “Your Songbird will be back soon. He went to get a shower and change.”

“My songbird? What the hell are you talking about?” Gwangseon shifted in the bed, groaning as his shoulder was enveloped in searing pain. He pushed the morphine button once. “What did I do, Min?” Dread replacing the look of pain that painted his face. “What happened? Tell me I didn’t do what you’re implying I did.” Panic in his words, Gwangseon’s eyes grew big.

Minji gave him a sly little smile. “You didn’t make a fool out of yourself, if that’s what you’re asking.” she answered, marking her place with a bookmark and closing the book. “But I left you two alone to change and get food. I don’t know what happened while I was gone, though. You let him feed you sushi.” she offered. “He stayed here last night to keep an eye on you.”

Gwangseon groaned. “I did what?” He turned his eyes to the ceiling in an attempt to remember what exactly had happened when Minji had been absent the previous night. He remembered crying at some point and he remembered someone touching his face but not who it had been. Everything was hazy and faded together. “He stayed?” Pausing his attempts as Minji continued. His thoughts instead went to the beautiful pop star that seemed to have a thing for him before floating back to the memories he couldn’t find. What had he said that had made Jae stay? “Why would he stay?”

Minji nodded. “It was really cute.” she assured. “I don’t know what you two talked about, but you let him feed you.” Crossing her legs the opposite way, she sat back in her chair. “Of course he stayed. He was worried as hell when he got here. I don’t know why he wouldn’t stay. Guy clearly has an attraction to you. My bet is probably since you two met months ago.” Her arms crossed next. “I did bring some clothes for when you get out. He’s offered to let you stay with him while you heal up. Which isn’t a bad idea given you’ll push yourself too hard trying to get back on the beat.”

Gwangseon rolled his eyes and tried to sit up only to fall back down because he had used his injured arm. He looked back up at Minji. “Okay you might be a little right but I am not going to stay with him. He can stay with me.” He looked away with a huff and rolled his eyes again. “Who am I kidding his place is probably waaay nicer than mine. I might as well. But you have to tell him.” 

Minji decided not to tell her partner that he’d already agreed, humming a little when he admitted she was right. “I know you too well.” she countered. “And of course I’ll tell your boyfriend you’ll stay with him.” she teased with a smirk. “If you promise to tell him how you feel at some point.”

Gwangseon’s eyes widened. “He is not my boyfriend and I do not have feelings for him.” He would have crossed his arms if it didn’t require him moving his arm. He looked away, hoping his partner didn’t see the red that dusted his cheeks at the thought of Jae. “Besides, he has a career to worry about anyway.” He didn’t want to make eye contact, afraid he’d admit Minji was right. “I’m sure I’m the last thing on his mind right now.”

Minji watched him and rolled her eyes. “Gwanny, I need you to get that pretty head of yours out of your ass and stop denying it.” She countered, she saw the door open as Gwangseon continued, watching Jae.

“If you were the last thing on my mind, I wouldn’t have come to the hospital at all last night.” Jae countered. He passed out the food he’d brought, Minji grinning as she moved to eat. 

“See? Stop worrying so much, you’ll be fine.” she promised. “Gwanny decided to accept your offer to stay with you while he heals up. You better take care of him.”

Gwangseon flushed. “Minji, I meant tell him when I wasn’t in the room.” He looked away quickly. “It’s only because I can’t take care of myself like this.” He was angry that he wasn’t going to be able to do things on his own, he hated when people helped him. Gwangseon knew that the singer wouldn’t mind but he was beginning to feel like a burden and that didn’t help how insecure he felt looking at Jae. He shifted the blankets again to cover more of himself up. He didn’t like this one bit. “Min, can I talk with Jae privately?”

Minji found she actually liked the guy behind the music. Most artists were the playboy or playgirl types, but Jae was genuine, and she could sense that. Hearing Gwangseon’s question, she nodded. “Just let me know when I can come back in, I’ll be at the waiting area.” she told Jae, setting her food down and heading out, closing the door behind her.

After conversing with Jae, Gwangseon told him to bring Minji back in. When Minji rejoined, Gwangseon smiled and ate some of the food Jae had brought him without thinking about it. “Sorry, Min. Just needed to talk with Jae. Sorry if your food got cold while you waited.” He placed another bite in his mouth and chewed thoughtfully. “You know, Min, they’ll probably partner you with a rookie while I’m out. Have fun with that while I get babied because I’m injured.”

Minji arched a brow. “As long as you two didn’t have a fun time, we’re good.” she teased. “Believe me, I’m aware. IT’s going. To suck. Sp enjoy your spoiled life of leisure while you have it.” she teased back, going back to her food and crossing her legs. “As for you, Songbird, you better take care of him.”

“I promise, Minji.” Jae assured, returning to Gwangseon’s side.

Gwangseon’s eye grew wide at Minji’s comment but he laughed a little. “Nothing like that happened.” He listened to Minji as she complained about what was to come at the job. “They’re gonna love you, just don’t scare them off okay? And my life will be just fine even if I don’t go with Jae.” Gwangseon huffed a little as Minji continued to tease him. “You aren’t being unfair. What about little miss EMT huh?” His eyebrows writing the extra question marks his word couldn’t. “What about her?”

Minji arched a brow at her partner, but she knew she got the point across. “Yeah, but you know rookies. Either too eager to prove themselves or too uncertain.” At his comment about not going with Jae, she gave him a ‘don’t you dare’ look. “You already agreed to go with him, don’t make me smother you.” She joked, pursing her lips when he mentioned her girlfriend. “Sunhi and I have a late lunch today since dinner got cancelled.” She stated simply. “Don’t try to change the subject.” Jae chuckled at the pair, which made Minji look to him. “I’m serious, though, Songbird. Spoil him. He needs to relax and if he had to do this alone I know he wouldn’t. Can you give us a moment?” Her eyes went to Gwangseon, and Jae stepped out.

“Gwanny, I swear to gods, don’t let him get away. He’s genuine, like sincerely genuine, about his interest in you. I haven’t sensed that kind of energy in a long time.” She told him quietly.

Gwangseon shook his head and looked at his partner, smiling but not smiling. “I’m giving him a chance to prove himself, even if I didn’t technically say that.” He stretched a little and winced when his shoulder pain ripped through his thoughts. “Would it be okay to hit the morphine pump again? Or do you think I’ll end up like I did last night?”

The psychic gave him a grin. “Gwanny, I promise you. My feelings are never wrong. I can’t see the future, but my ability to read energies is on point, and you know it.” Minji watched the man she considered her brother. “Try to go as long as possible without it. I’m not worried about you being out of it so much as getting addicted.” Her voice was a little sad, thinking about her mother’s addiction that led to a grave before Minji had graduated from academy. “That’s why I don’t want you alone. And Jae is very willing to take care of you, and you better not give him a hard time. He’s trying really hard to win you over.”

“Yeah and he’s succeeding too.” Gwangseon hated to admit it but the singer was pulling him in more and more each day. It was aggravating that he couldn’t manage to get over his feelings for Jae. He really thought he could handle it but Jae was all he’d been able to really think about since he’d run into him the other night. It just started as a small crush when he acted as a security guard at Jae’s concerts a few months prior but contrary to what he thought was going to be a fleeting crush, it had somehow turned into this. “I just don’t know if it would last, Min. And you know that it’s harder for stuff like this to effect me. I understand though and thank you.”

#wow this is long #athousandrealmsofhappiness #Gwangseon A. #c; Minji #a powerful sixth sense;; Minji Lee #partners opposite of crime;; Minji and Gwangseon #t; Unblood Siblings

[melonkooky]

bts [hyung line] reaction - someone breaking into their s/o’s house when they’re home alone

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genre: angst, minor fluff

warnings: hint at panic attack (slight tw) 

author’s note: my reactions might be a little weird because i haven’t written one in a while. i’m a little rusty. they also might be rushed but that’s because i have to force myself not to write a whole ass one shot. and please dont mind the repetitive reactions... but still, i hope they turn out just fine!!

please do not copy my work. but please like and reblog it. thank you!!!!

introduction

you sat on the bed, your legs kicked out, your back resting against your pillows. you had the tv on. your favorite show was playing. you were in ultimate relaxing mode, that was until you heard a strange noise come from downstairs. first you thought it was from your show, but it didn’t make sense. so you paused your show, freezing so that you could hear better. you heard the sound again, this time followed by a loud bang. you nearly screamed, but you kept quiet.

you crept out of bed to peek downstairs, trying to find the source of the strange noises. much to your surprise, two men dressed in black had just broken into your house. you panicked and hurried back into your room, quietly closing the door. you didn’t want them to know you were home. grabbing your phone, you ran to hide in the bathroom, climbing into the tub and pulling the shower curtain around you. then you dialed your boyfriend’s number, practically on the verge of a breakdown.

kim seokjin

kim seokjin was out with the members. they were getting lunch after a few hours worth of practice. his phone started ringing in his pocket. he paused, setting down the chopsticks and pulled out his phone. he smiled seeing your name on the screen. “hello?” he asked.

you spoke in a hushed whisper. your voice was high pitched. you sounded scared. “seokjin, there are two men in my house.”

seokjin’s eyes widened. “what?”

“they just broke in.” you were starting to cry. “i’m scared.”

“okay, i’m coming! call the police!”

seokjin stood up from the table, grabbing his coat. the members stared at him with confused expressions as he just got up and left them. he practically ran out of the restaurant.

you called the police, reporting that your house was just broken into and that you were hiding in the bathroom. they told you to stay calm, although that was a little hard when the two men’s voices were getting louder. you called seokjin again after the police confirmed your address. he was breathing heavily. “i’m almost there.” he said.

you nodded. you didn’t want to speak, but hearing seokjin’s voice calmed you down. seokjin ran up to your house just as the police were entering. you heard all the commotion. the police running inside, practically yelling at the two men. you carefully climbed out of the tub, just as you heard someone coming towards you. it was seokjin. you immediately felt relieved and melted into his arms, tears falling down your cheeks as he held you. he held you tightly, telling you that everything was okay now, that you were safe.

min yoongi

“i’ll be back soon, okay?” yoongi called as he put on his shoes.

“okay.” you yelled back. he was going to the store to pick up some things.

you heard the door close, and you sunk into the couch. he was picking up food, fortunately for you because you were hungry. ten minutes, you heard someone on the other side of the door. it sounded like they were trying to break in. yoongi had keys, so it definitely wasn’t him trying to come back in. feeling panic rising, you hurried into the bedroom, closing and locking the door. you immediately called yoongi, just as you heard the intruders come into your house. you swallowed hard, “pick up, pick up, pick up.” you anxiously whispered under your breath.

“babe, i just left.” you heard yoongi’s voice.

you heard a loud bang on the other side of the bedroom door. you covered your mouth to keep from screaming. “yoongi, someone just broke in.”

yoongi froze. he wasn’t very far, but he felt that he wouldn’t be able to handle an intruder by himself. he turned around, heading back home nonetheless. “alright, find somewhere to hide and keep quiet, okay? i’ll call the police.”

you found a spot in the closet, hiding in the dark with that exception of the light from your phone. you stared at yoongi’s contact. he had hung up to call the police. you were panicking, your chest was tightening. you were gasping for air. however, many minutes later, you were so focused on controlling your breathing, you screamed when the door of the closet opened.

“easy! it’s me.” it was yoongi.

you immediately pulled him into a hug. and that’s when you heard voices, probably from the police.

“it’s okay. he’s being arrested. i’m here now.” yoongi whispered into your neck.

you felt safe in yoongi’s arms.

jung hoseok

it was almost midnight. you were sound asleep while your boyfriend hoseok was still at practice. it was important to him, so you understood why he was always coming home late. however, your sleep was interrupted when there was a loud bang. you jumped up, all symptoms of sleep going away. you hurried out of the bedroom, peering downstairs. you heard two voices, one saying to take whatever looked valuable.

scared out of your mind, you ran back inside and gently shut the door, locking it. you pulled out your phone. you dialed the emergency number and quickly explained that your house was being broken into. they told you to stay calm, that police were on their way. but you were beginning to panic. you had never been in this situation before.

after you hung up on the police, because they weren’t doing anything to keep you calm, you hurried and called hoseok. it rang for a while, and you thought he was too busy. but sure enough he picked up. “y/n, shouldn’t you be asleep?”

“two men just broke into the house. i’m not sleeping.”

hoseok’s eyes widened. “are you okay?”

“yeah, i’m just really scared. i don’t know what to do.”

“well you should be quiet and hide. i’ll stay on the line. i’m on my way.”

you hid in the closet as hoseok calmed you down. you were comforted by his voice. in no time, you heard police storming your place. you took that as a sign to come out. you told hoseok that the police were there, so he hung up. hoseok showed up minutes late, panting heavily and sweating buckets, but despite all that, he was asking where you were. once he saw you, he was pulling you into a tight hug, relieved that you were safe.

kim namjoon

you sighed tiredly as you walked into your home, not bothering to turn on any lights even though it was dark. you just wanted to get into bed. you had to work, and then you came home to make dinner for namjoon and his fellow members, and then you stayed with namjoon in his studio, helping him, or rather just watching him, work.

you got home and wanted to sleep. but before you could walk away, you noticed a black flash outside of a window. someone just ran around your house. you were concerned, but you waved it off. bad decision, because as you were going upstairs, you saw someone walk to your window and straight up open it. you must’ve forgot to lock it. thankful for the dark as they hadn’t see you. you quietly hurried into your bedroom and hid in the bathroom. you pulled out your phone, texting namjoon: ‘are you going to be home soon?’

‘not really. why?’

‘well two people just climbed in through the window. i don’t know what to do…’

‘call the police!’

you did as namjoon told you. cursing your tired brain for not thinking of that sooner. you heard the intruders get closer, their voices getting louder. they didn’t think anyone was home. your hear began to race when you heard them in your bedroom. you prayed they wouldn’t walk into the bathroom. fortunately for you, you heard the police arrive, and you heard their feet scramble away. but they were caught.

as you walked out of the bathroom, you heard namjoon calling for you from downstairs. you hurried towards him, practically jumping into his arms. “i didn’t know you were coming.”

namjoon laughed lightly. “i was worried. but you’re okay.” he was relieved.

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[itsyabtsbitch]

BTS Reaction to you finding out they are a Vampire

Note: AHH, thank you so much!💜 You are so sweet :( I'm so happy that you guys seem to like the supernatural reactions, because I have a lot of fun writing them! I hope you also love this one, some of them got really long xD

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Jin

You stood still in shock.

Did you really just hear Jin talking about getting some guys blood?

You must have heard something wrong, right? Nodding your head, you were about to continue your way into the kitchen, when you perceived a sentence that made your breath stuck in your throat. ,,I need at least 7 blood bags, it's been a rough week for me. Can you also make sure it's A and not B? B tastes too sweet." He made a disgusted noise to bring his point across.

Oh shit...were you dating a psychopath?! You definitely needed to get out of the house as soon as possible.

Running down the hallway, you sprinted towards your keys, only to start panicking once you remembered they were in the same room as Jin. Of course this had to happen to you. Reminding yourself to take a deep breath, you slowly walked into the bedroom where he apparently stopped his phone call. Jin didn't see you before, so you should be fine. At least that's what you hope.

,,Princess are you okay?" Stopping on your way to your nightstand, you simply nodded. ,,Then why are you so nervous?"

Oh no. For a few seconds nobody said anything. Jin was confused and you were scared to death.

He took another 5 seconds to put two and two together, but when he finally understood what happened, he felt bad. ,,Look, I know you're probably really shocked and I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner...but I just didn't want you to run away from me because I'm a vampire, you know."

Wait a minute.

,,You are a vampire?!"

Opening his mouth, he suddenly looked around the room. ,,I thought you heard me talking on the phone and that's why you're freaking out?!"

,,I did. But I thought you were some kind of psycho..."

Well, vampire makes more sense.

Namjoon

Namjoon is clumsy, everbody knows that.

But breaking three plates, a vase, the TV and somehow cutting your hand in the process, was a new record even for him.

He hastily stood up to run over to you and take you away from all the shattered glas, but stopped himself in the last second when he saw your delicious blood running down your fingers. Oh, how he wanted to taste it...just a tiny bite in your neck would be everything he needed...

,,Joonie?! A little help would be appreciated!" Your angry voice snapped him back into reality. Sadly, the control it took in Namjoon to stay in his place, did not include keeping his eyes at a normal colour. So what he saw next, was you going from pissed to confused and then to shocked.

Stumbling back, you almost stepped into one of the shards, if Namjoon hadn't caught you. The sudden close proximity made you yelp and scream at the veins going down his eyes. A guilty look crossed his eyes before he said the two words that would haunt you in your dreams for weeks to come.

,,Jagiya, run."

You definitely didn't expect your movie night to turn out this way.

Hoseok

It was your first time meeting Hoseok's best friends and you were really nervous. You wanted to impress not only them, but also your boyfriend. Together, you guys decided it was best to make a simple dinner, so all of you could get to know each other.

About 3 hours in, you could gladly say that Hoseok kept great people around him. Even though some of them talked in a weird way, like they lived in the past, you were still able to have a good time with everyone.

Seokjin, the oldest in the room, turned to you and looked you up and down. His intense gaze made goosebumps appear on your skin. Narrowing his eyes, he seemed to be confused by something. A cough broke Jimin's and Jungkook's conversation about banana milk and made everyone look at Jin. ,,Hoseok, why haven't you bitten her yet? You know it's dangerous for her to walk around like a wrapped up snack, when everyone around you can't tell that she's yours. It's like you give them an open invitation for dinner. You know the other vampires would never decline."

Silence.

Absolute silence.

The thumping of your own heart was ringing in your ears and made you question if the others could also hear it. Since you're apparently dining with vampires, yes.

Slowly moving your head to the right, your eyes met the ones of a furious Hoseok. ,,Vampires?" The question was more for yourself than him, so it came out as a whisper. Suddenly realising that Hoseok hadn't told you anything about that part of him, Jin held his hands up in the air. ,,I'm so sorry! I thought she knew!" Poor Jin. He would have to pay for this mistake for a long time.

Yoongi

He had a plan.

One day, when he felt like it was the right time, he would tell you about his true self. He would pick a moment where he knew he could trust you and you would still love him, despite the difference in your nature.

....Yeah, he could scratch that plan because you ruined it. But it was his own fault!

Yoongi knew that you were a curious person, so he can't ask for you to not go into his office. "There is a lock on there for a reason, princess. Please just trust me" he said. Well, what if he was a serial killer and hid all of the dead bodies in there? That's a meaningful thought, right? You obviously couldn't risk dating a psycho. That's why you took the key he hid (unprofessionally) under his pillow and opened the door to his secret room.

Fuck.

There wasn't exactly noticable dead bodies laying on the ground, but the coffin in the middle of the room looked pretty suspicious to you. ,,Didn't I tell you not to go in here?"

Jumping in shock, you walked backwards to create some space between you and Yoongi. ,,Did you kill someone?" Maybe that wasn't the smartest question, but it was the only thing stuck in your mind at that moment.

He shook his head. ,,That's my coffin." ,,What do you mean your coffin? Yoongi, you aren't dead!" He raised his brows.

,,I'm not?"

Maybe he wanted to tell you in a different way, but this was also really amusing.

Jimin

He didn't expect you to be home for at least another hour, but your boss had a family problem, so he told you that you could leave work earlier. You were beyond tired and the only thing on your mind for when you got home, was to lay down in bed with Jimin and cuddle all day. Apparently, fate had a different plan. Opening the door, you were met with the sight of Jimin drinking a deep-red liquid out of a clear bag....it looks a lot like-

,,Is that a blood bag?" Startled, Jimin let go of his treat and stared up at you with big eyes. The once filled bag burst, painting your floor to look like a crime scene. ,,What are you doing here so early?" Shaking your head, you took a step back...just in case. ,,I asked you a question first." Jimin sighed. ,,Okay...I guess it's finally time to tell you the truth. I'm a vampire." You would have laughed in disbelieve and ask Jimin to finally be honest, or you were gone, but the shiny fangs that were showing as he was biting his lip, proved you wrong. You were really dating a vampire.

Taehyung

You noticed that Taehyung loved to collect all of his memories. It started with simple things, like a teddy bear he won for you at a fair, or the watch you gave him as a present for his birthday. Later, you found boxes filled with polaroids, stashed away in his supply closet. Smiling, you sat one of the boxes down in the middle of the bed and grabbed a handful of pictures. Half of the polaroids consisted of photos you and Taehyung have taken, while the other one was of him and his friends. At the bottom of the box, you noticed extremely old looking pictures. Taking them out, the first one was a polaroid of Taehyung's great grandmother. He had once told you that she was a pilot and the plane in the background proved his statement. Switching the pictures, your heart stopped for a second at what you saw. It was Taehyung, wrapping his arm around the same woman you saw in the last picture and looking almost the same as now. That's not possible. Taehyung told me she was dead when he was was born. Throwing the rest of the photos on the sheets, your eyes seemed to grow twice in size. On every single picture Taehyung was standing with his old family members, not even aging a little bit. You weren't stupid. You knew what that meant.

,,I wanted to tell you sooner, but I was afraid of how you would react." There he was, leaning against the doorframe and looking at you with a sad smile on his face. You should feel scared of him, angry or betrayed, but you only felt excitement. Your future would be very interesting.

Jungkook

You were such a fool.

Jungkook was bi and you didn't know?! You should feel bad for not noticing sooner, but given the situation the only thing you felt was betrayal. Did he really have to find out by cheating on you? Apparently, since it seemed like he had a pretty good time sucking hickies on this guys neck. Taking a closer look, you realised the guy was Taehyung, Jungkook's best friend.

,,Are you serious right now?!" Laughing in disbelieve, you turned around to head to the door. Behind you, a gasp and what sounded a lot like a whine echoud in the living room. ,,Princess, wait! I can explain!" You sighed. ,,There's nothing to explain Jungkook. I understand. You don't feel attrackted to me anymore and Taehyung is a good looking guy...I just need some time to get over it." Uncomfortable silence spread in the room, until the one person you couldn't be more jealous of right now stood up and walked over to you. ,,Uhm...This isn't really my place to say something, but Y/N I think you got something wrong...It's not-"

A single blood droplet finding it's way down Taehyung's collarbone, made you tune out anything else he was saying. Since when did Jungkook like it this rough? You clenched your hands in frustration. Why did you only know so little about Jungkook? Were you such a bad partner? Sensing that you completely misunderstood the situation, Jungkook did the only thing he could think of right now. Telling you the truth.

,,I'm a vampire!"

...what?

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[sevenfists]

I wrote this to comfort myself in the aftermath of Sunday’s game. ~1.7k, rated G, fluff, blini, and Game of Thrones.

The sound of his phone ringing pulled Zhenya from his Counter-Strike fugue. He’d set his phone to Do Not Disturb and there were only a few people who could get through. A glance at the screen showed Sid’s name.

Zhenya took off his headset and abandoned his game. He would probably die and his teammates would be pissed. Oh well.

He scrambled to answer the phone before it stopped ringing. “Hi, Sid.”

“Hey, G.” Sid sounded tired, but it was so good to hear his voice. Talking to him on the phone always gave Zhenya the same feeling as talking with him in bed at night as they fell asleep, like they had temporarily absconded to some parallel universe where no one could see or bother them. “You want to come over? Game of Thrones is on in an hour.”

Zhenya hated that stupid show. There were too many characters to keep track of, and everyone had a bizarre accent that rendered the dialogue almost incomprehensible to him. At least there were tits sometimes.

Sid, accurately interpreting Zhenya’s hesitation, said, “I’ll make crepes. Uh, blini.”

Zhenya covered his eyes with his free hand, overcome by sudden emotion. He shouldn’t still be this knocked for a loop by Sid wanting his company or knowing him well enough to surmount Zhenya’s Game of Thrones-related objections. Well, he’d had a shitty day. No surprise that he was feeling a little raw.

He cleared his throat. “Where’s your parents?”

“They went back to their hotel after the game,” Sid said. “Told them I wanted to be alone. Listen, if you don’t want to come over, that’s fine, I was only—”

“No,” Zhenya said, sharply enough to cut Sid off mid-sentence. “No, I come right now.” He heard his voice going soft without his permission as he added, “I want to see you.”

“Yeah, I’m. I want to see you,” Sid said, equally soft. “Bring the Nutella, eh?”

“Okay, be there soon,” Zhenya said, and went to look for his keys.

He let himself in through the side door with the key Sid had given him at Christmas, once it became clear this was going to be a regular thing and not just an occasional heat-of-the-moment hookup. Walking into Sid’s kitchen unannounced gave him that secret universe feeling again. Sid had a lot of people who loved him, but none of them were here now, with the team facing the brutal prospect of a sweep. Only Zhenya.

Sid was brushing a pan with oil when Zhenya came in, but he set it aside to let Zhenya give him a hug that was more of a defeated full-body slump. Sid was the perfect height for Zhenya to drape his arms over Sid’s shoulders and hunch down to bury his face in Sid’s neck.

“I know, G,” Sid murmured, his hands rubbing soothing circles over Zhenya’s back. “You haven’t been looking at Twitter, have you?”

Zhenya had, a little. Hence the Do Not Disturb and Counter-Strike. “No,” he lied.

“I told you not to,” Sid said. “Everyone on social media is an idiot.”

“I think it’s bad, Sid,” Zhenya said into Sid’s neck.

“Yeah,” Sid said. “Probably. But it’s not over until it’s over, eh?” He turned his head to press an awkward, lopsided kiss to Zhenya’s temple.

They had lost together before, and Zhenya knew how the process went. They would survive it. Life went on; every season opened with fresh hope. But it was hard and awful and embarrassing in the moment, and previous conversations had indicated that Sid was taking it hard, even though he was pretending now to be philosophical about it. Zhenya straightened up and cupped Sid’s dear face in his hands. “You best captain. Maybe we lose, and we upset, but then we win next year, okay? We win together lots. It’s not over.”

Sid rolled his eyes. “You’d rather lose with me than win with anyone else, is that what you’re saying?”

“Yes,” Zhenya said, because that was exactly it.

Sid’s face went blank, which meant he was having an emotion and trying to hide it, and then opened up into a heart-stopping, slightly watery smile, which meant he had remembered he didn’t have to hide things from Zhenya now. “Oh, G,” he said, and Zhenya bent to kiss him, dry and gentle, just once, before he stepped away.

“I, uh, bring Nutella,” Zhenya said, offering Sid the jar he had set on the counter. Sid didn’t keep any in his house; he said he would just eat it.

“Okay,” Sid said. “Let’s make some blini.”

Sid had started making blini for Zhenya when they started sleeping together, and now he did it once a week or so, as a special treat. He had gotten good at it; better than Zhenya ever was. Zhenya sat on the counter and watched Sid expertly ladle batter into the pan and then swirl it around to coat the cooking surface evenly. He used a spatula to lift the edges of each blin and then flipped it with his hands, the way Zhenya’s mother did. When the first one was ready, he handed it to Zhenya on a plate, still so piping hot that the Nutella Zhenya spread on top melted deliciously.

“It’s good,” he told Sid, cramming the rolled-up blin into his mouth.

“Give me a bite,” Sid said, leaning toward him and opening his mouth, and Zhenya fed him the rest of it, grinning as Sid nipped at his fingers. This was love, wasn’t it? Feeling this warmed by another person. Being this known. The weight of Zhenya’s feelings for Sid had anchored him all through the rocky season, and now it was almost over. He wasn’t prepared for it to end.

“Hurry up,” Zhenya said to the batter cooking in the pan. “We need to watch show.”

“You’d better speak to it in Russian,” Sid said, his eyes crinkling with his smile. “I don’t think it understands English.”

“Hurry up, my precious little pancake, my calorically extravagant darling,” Zhenya said. Sid grinned and flipped the blin.

They went downstairs to Sid’s media room loaded down with supplies: a plate stacked with blini, the Nutella and a knife, a bottle of white wine, two wine glasses, and a bag of the weird little sunflower seed crackers Sid had gotten hooked on. Zhenya’s favorite throw blanket was still folded up on the back of the couch, where he had left it the last time he came over. He claimed it at once and made himself a nest.

“There room for me under there?” Sid asked, fishing the corkscrew from his pocket to open the wine.

“Maybe,” Zhenya said, by which he meant that he fully expected Sid to snuggle with him and would be disappointed if it didn’t happen. The couch and ottoman were big enough for both of them to spread out, but they usually ended up mashed into one corner together as Zhenya used Sid like a body pillow. Sid was cozy.

They got settled in with their wine and their snacks just as the episode began. Sid was immediately rapt. Zhenya made no effort to follow what was going on. The CGI dragons were impressive. Everyone looked cold. Zhenya ate blini and enjoyed the way Sid reacted with his whole body, tensing when something exciting happened and jolting so hard when there was a jump scare that he spilled some of his wine. “Fuck, sorry,” he said, and Zhenya patted him and got up to find the paper towels.

When the bottle was empty and the blini were gone, Zhenya wedged himself into Sid’s arms and closed his eyes. Sid made low exclamations a few times as things happened on the screen. His hand cupped Zhenya’s shoulder and his thumb stroked a slow repeated path along the back of Zhenya’s neck. Zhenya wasn’t tired, and he didn’t doze, but he passed into a sort of quiet meditative state, thinking of nothing, soaking in the warmth and comfort of being so close to Sid.

“Hey,” Sid whispered after a while. “You asleep?”

“No.” Zhenya opened his eyes. The dragons were flying around, looking cold.

“You know when we talked about Miami,” Sid said. “And I said I needed some time to think about it?”

“Yes,” Zhenya said, immediately a little wary. It had stung a bit that Sid hadn’t immediately agreed to go with him. Zhenya had been trying not to interpret that as a rejection or a sign that Sid wasn’t invested. If Sid didn’t want to go, he would have said so. He liked to think things over before he made a decision. Zhenya knew that.

“If the offer’s still on the table,” Sid said. “I’d like to go with you.”

Zhenya squirmed around until he could sit up. In the flickering light from the TV screen, the angles of Sid’s face were all softened. Zhenya took Sid’s hand in both of his and felt his throat close over. The season would end, but not this. They might lose, but Zhenya would still have Sid: the voice at the other end of the line, the still sleeping body beside him in bed. There might be no end to it.

“Sid,” he managed to choke out at last.

“Hey. I love you,” Sid said, which Zhenya had pretty much known, what with all the heart emojis Sid had texted him in the past few weeks, but hearing it was a knockout punch. He was a soggy wad of emotion after losing that afternoon, the consistency of wet toilet paper, and Sid had just done him in completely.

He lay down again and hid his dopey smile against Sid’s neck. “Love you, Sid.”

Sid’s hand slid slowly down his back and up again. “Maybe we won’t be able to go until June. That’d be nice, eh?”

That seemed unlikely. But Sid was right: it wasn’t over until it was over. Zhenya kissed Sid’s neck. “Yes, maybe.”

“You staying here tonight?” Sid asked.

“Yes,” Zhenya said, deciding to skip all of the usual teasing about Sid’s big ass taking up too much room in the bed. They both knew it was bullshit. Zhenya stayed the night every time he came over after dinner. He loved sleeping with Sid. He wasn’t going to drag himself home at this point. “Now shh, watch show.”

Sid huffed. “Yeah, okay.” The TV made an obnoxious noise that was probably a dragon roaring. Zhenya felt Sid’s attention shift back to the screen. He closed his eyes and snuggled in.

#ficlet #sidgeno #no got spoilers here because I didn't watch the episode #but I bet sid did #never forget the jon snow costume

[weaselle]

pay no attention to this collection I just need to post it so I can find it

hit walls and floor... tall inside of my skull; if I never fall at all, clever's awfully dull - so if "push" says the door you'll be watchin' me pull - 'cause I only shop for china when I'm walkin' with bulls

Order me sit? dope, I'm askin' how high; I out right hope my notes are causin' outcry - where do I fit? miles as the cow flies - statistically shit, climbin' slopes to outlie

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I can juggle knives, and proselytize, and wink my eyes in flirth (or mix words like mirth and flirt, like, ask what planet Dirt is wearth) I can lift a person by their soul, or... even let them down; I can fit myself to any role: demon, prophet, clown. I can write like frightened squid, or read a book from any shelf- but a lifeguard out at sea can drown, and I can't save myself

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I want an adventurous crew, less than 100 and much more than 2; I've got an idea or four to do and believe that "to lead" isn't "ordering you" - I want be thicker than thieves: if one of us cries, everyone grieves; stacked deck for success, form small companies so that every ace dealt goes up all of our sleeves - I wish I had Boromir's horn; I stand full of arrows, small and forlorn I'd summon an army as sure as you're born and we'd rend every obstacle / mend what is torn

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yo when it's late I don't know if debate is a pro that I'm prone to or con I conflate; yawn ok great it's the dawn of new date too soon gone like a pawn in a perilous state - do I wander or wait, keep closed yonder gate or transpose these ten toes 'til exposing my fate? if not off to bed nodding off head berates and refuses to do more than snooze/obfuscate

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I don't have time enough to tell the clock to stop its ticking talk, while I'm sublimely sleepy, still ensconced in twos of shoes and socks; I'm staring off in awful need of themes that breed these searing thoughts- I breathe more air when all unfair reality congeals and clots; when sleep is claustrophobic, fear near stoic in its static stay, I ride my nightmares into mounts more suited to the dreams of day

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time for me to be known from home to home, on the campaign trail like when Romans roam, I'mma do the damn thang, prevail and own every twist in this life-line vine I've grown

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sick like a little bit with a bad tum and sniffle it's not a badda-boom bat beating but a wiffle hit; sleep like the bleeping sheep gotta wring it outta me, sore like a freaking score that you sing without a "c".

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i got nothing to say, i'm all bluff in this play, i mean i'm here to swerve some verse it's clear i'm thumpin' away at the buttons with the letters on whenever it’s day like a cat attacks a sweater, just pretending it’s prey - I need to catch the thing I’m chasing, like, it’s gotta get caught, and so I jot it down a lot to try to capture the thought; but though the plot is often written out in dashes and sketches, i rarely cash in those checks, i need more carry than fetches, so I’m dreamin’ and dumpin’ out all the schemin’ or somethin’ and like, even if it’s meaningless these keys I’ll keep thumpin

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with the internet i’m magic and i’m casting a spell call a song out of the air to here as clear as a bell private playlist from the A-list like i’m famous as hell making music moving quickly so I’m faster as well

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“oh no” I shout “Where’s Trusty my phone?” I don’t know the whereabouts, must be shown- adjusted the tone of the ring to silence now trying to find it brings me to violence; really need to locate as I motivate to go today I throw the flippin’ sofa pillows hopin’ for a stowaway... but oh no way it’s gone I pray this song will make a tiny spell; a lesson less on lost forlorn and more intent on finding cell

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pocket full of humbug, some'll argue/ some shrug but damnit my whole planet's stupid like it's on the Dumb drug will there be a U.S. war? (I mean ANOTHER on our list) maybe something civil: neo-drivel vs. power fist... maybe accidental, mental trump insulting china's boss I fear these pale tears will steer us straight into a giant loss

so many people on the earth are searching for a safe life the rich'll keep their swords but lord they'll take away our steak knife Nothing free for you and me our banking fees are never waved; an act by black or poor is "crime" for white or rich it's "misbehaved" They're pouring us an ethanol and calling it an eggnog - time to run away and trade these reindeer for a sled-dog; the season of the commie christ whose message hasn't landed yet: money only isn't evil if the people's needs are met

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no thanks on the news, yo crank up the tunes, don't bank on the crankiness taking a snooze unless I get dressed from neckless to shoes and charge the horizon more wise than confused __________________________________________________________

hear the too late beep, missing two days sleep, and the road to a dream is a two way street; so the mood stays bleak though I do make sweet this coffee with cream and the brew ain't weak

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been a While since I styled out the verbs and tenses, went around the Gates and straight hopped the fences; penUltimately gotta be a sultan of self: master mind, rule body, find my worth-and-my-wealth; if i'm quiet too long I'll have sloth not stealth so I try to move along and get my words off the shelf.

my projects: objects I invent/books writ - that shit won't pay the rent; throw fits, I have, it don't prevent: what's real from feeling devil-sent.

so I must be clever, do each: sum total; whatever needs eating this dead-beat goat'll; ask what is the art in a pace grown sickly? cut to the part where the chase goes quickly

Now hook or crook I must prepare, to tell each truth/take every dare stand hand on hips, and one in air, you can kiss my lips, or my derrière

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got me a hit list, swear i'ma get this done til the sun goes under the business; witness, this is crazy and witless, lazy lately: maybe the wiz kid just hid restless - put to the test his quiz is bested get to the rest it's now or not again, get that got and then kill it til the whole damn lot is a slaughter pen, sweat til the wet drip drops gettin' hotter than the metal that your kettle corn kernel keeps poppin' in; hoppin' and hippin' and readin' what's written i gotta be gettin' to the List no skippin'! slippin like fall, new leaves i'm flippin - givin' my all just to keep on grippin'; breakin' what doesn't bend wrong way through, as i make it to the end of the long To Do

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i post at the prompt, chew big what i've chomped; grew kid to a ghost haunting most of this pomp; listless within this to do list i'm swamped - spirit in fits, corpse slow to go romp

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incautious swatches of saying; watch as he washes the playing: switching the swerving and swaying into some terms of conveying wishes conditions occurred in which this envisioned un-blurred digit could get itself heard and flip politicians the bird

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in the trace of the face off you tasted last, is the scent of the sense made fading fast, so your dreams leak sieve-like hiking past a scared nightmare crew of an all-you cast

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got me a pallet of shall get around to, climb out of shallow kie, it's not about you; just look at the play and see where the props ain't, take out a brush but don't rush it you'll drop paint; stop sayin' you're praying for planet like damn saint but get out and do, do it, do, 'til you feel faint; yes do it, true get into some writing, what you must chew is how much off you're biting, i dust off the lightning and plug it right in, if i play hard enough then my bluff just might win, all this tin in my pocket while walking about til the hat-caving camptown will clean me all out- my ten other projects, pretend money fudge it, i'll sell all my objects and end up with budget; i'd love it if some of my ideas ran, but i'll finish the one and be one happy man

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each piece is news, new peace in reach; tho a few of you choose nude tweets of Preach- but the rest got best bits fittin' here, what tests my pets must sit and hear: forget that past rush last two years going mash-gas fast 'til we're clashing gears, it's clear no room for fear to be, but the info flash is a blast to me- from the crashing sea to the land locked loam, we're lashed to the new word womb to tomb; and it's all fantastic like plastic foam that'll patch like magic a tragic home, or a tech part heart in 3-d print that'll let docs talk too intelligent; it's so elegant, that an elephant could do operations like he hella went: to harvard med my head is full but the school yard's sharp like a shaving tool; i'm a raving fool, but i drink it in, article particles 'til i sink and spin, win wonder i'm under delusions grand- will i sunder illusions and understand? or is it too much fuss will i cuss and worry, will i do what's just 'mid the dust and fury all i know is i go with the flow i find, tryna rein in my brain while i fill my mind

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so often was the A.M. spent prayin' for mayhem, like seeing riots firing inspired me to 'amen'; i'd hate when the job sucked, my robbed luck, i'd get stuck- attempts at free society my hopes and dreams were all fucked; but lately (don't hate me) the game is less crazy- i bust twice as lustrous if bosses don't make me; So new to the bragging, i catch up from lagging and write down solutions more lucid less nagging

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no sleep awake i sit and wait until the mill will dim/abate some whim shall take my fancy fate is to be sleeping dreaming state my eyes won't close i'll type i 'spose i'll write a night time rhyming prose those words i've heard but rearranged their meaning seeming weird and strange i've changed but how i could not say i only know no other way yet days gone by then who was i my mind was mine but what i tried to bind untied it flies! it runs! i rue what once i 'knew'; so dumb- untruth undo what time has done i can't so chant of what's to come oh spin oh sing oh show such things oh paint me what the future brings if won't be still then say your fill i pray my brain abstain from frills and spill the beans and give me scenes of things that help divine the means which plan to make which paths to take? i sit and wait no sleep awake

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rework this

i want things to be different, starting with me; like to find me a new mind, with new eyes to see; like to start a new life, with new ways to be; can't be hard to do right, or this dude might flee- but i like the older version, no aversion to he: the kid who up and did lots, and got up from knees; who figured bigger sub-plots, and thought it was neat; who questioned syncopation, by stepping off beat; so i'd like to start a nation, a tribe or a team; one with no reservations just, a vibe and some steam; a group think to shout out 'thou shalt know peace' and to try it they're provided with some elbow grease; what i mean is, i think it's, so nice to be me; and the thing is the scene seems a singularity; but my brain goes, down more roads, than the branches of trees; and with more crew, i might do, more glancing with ease; so for multiples of loyal, one/two/three: i might try it royal, and become true We

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#poem #poetry #poem collection #master post

[another-blog-bites-the-dust]

Just like Paddington.

Summary: While getting off the train at Paddington station, you and Gwilym find a bear.

Warnings: None! Just fluff!

A/N: Y'all...do you ever just look at Gwilym and CRY??? 😫 Plus I was watching (what should have been Oscar winning) Paddington and got some inspo for the fic! Enjoy! 💖

"Delayed by four hours..." Gwilym grumbled and helped you jump between the train and the platform by holding your hand as you stepped off.

"The beauty of the wonderful great British rail service!" You sarcastically uttered. "Delays are part of the service, Gwil!" You laughed and he rolled his eyes with a smile on his face before linking arms with yours. You had finally arrived in Paddington station after a day trip to Brighton. You rested your head on his bicep as you walked along the platform "I'm knackered," you tiredly sighed.

Gwilym pressed a kiss to you hair "We'll get a takeaway for dinner and binge watch whatever you want for the rest of the night. You never know...I might even run you a bubble bath," he leaned closer "And join you in it..." he suggestively purred and it sent a chill up your spine and made your lips to curve into a smile. He nuzzled his stubbly face against your cheek and pressed kisses to it, making you giggle. It fizzled down in your throat when you spotted something near a bench. You squinted your eyes and made your way over to it, taking Gwilym with you. "What is it?" He asked, not noticing the thing you were making a beeline for.

Upon closer inspection you realised it was a bear that was wearing a little red vinyl jacket. "It's a teddy bear," you kneeled down and picked it up, brushing its honey, brown coloured fur. "Someone must have dropped it..." you sighed and you both looked around for someone who might have left it but the station was practically empty. You stood up with it still in your hands "It's just like Paddington!"

Gwilym raised a brow "Not every bear found in Paddington station is Paddington, Y/N." He gently took the bear from you "Plus Paddington wears a blue jacket and he speaks. This one-" you both jumped when he squeezed it a little and heard two voices come from inside it.

'We love you beary much, Justin!'

You pressed your hands to your heart and your facial features softened. "Awh! They customised the speaker inside!" You cooed "Perhaps the two voices are the kids parents?" Gwilym was still looking at the thing. "Why don't we post a video or photos of it online and try and reunite it with its owner?"

"As sweet as that is, do you think it would work?" He asked, he didn't want you to get your hopes up.

You shrugged a shoulder "It's worth a try I guess." Gwilym nodded and you put the bear in his backpack before heading home.

He watched you with a soft smile as you wrote on a sheet of paper and placed it beside the bear. It said: 'I was found in Paddington station! Please help me find my way back home to Justin!' You made Gwil press the bear while you took a video of it speaking before you posted it to both your Instagram and Twitter pages.

"I guess all we can do now now is wait," he shifted back and forth from the balls of his feet to his heels.

"How about that bubble bath then?" You smirked and Gwilym's eyebrows eagerly rose and he grinned, wrapping his arms around your waist and dragging you to the bathroom.

After having a relaxing bath together, you both checked your phones and found it frantically buzzing with notifications. "My god..." he uttered and skimmed through them.

You let out a burst of laughter "Look at Joe's post!" You held your phone in front of Gwilym's face and he giggled seeing the caption: 'I hope they find their home! But he will never be as cute as Bear-jamin Hardy.' Above it, he had shared your post but added a photo of a bear that he had taped Ben's face to. "I can't wait to see Ben's reply."

"That is hilarious," Gwilym chuckled before you both decided to settle down and watch a box set. "Think we'll get the bear back home?" He asked, holding you in place with his arms while your back was against his chest, you were both lazily playing with each other's fingers.

"I hope so. I loved my teddy bears when I was a kid, I had so many in my bed that there would be hardly any space for me," you laughed and you felt yourself bouncing up and down when Gwilym loudly chuckled. "Oh! I had a teddy that I loved so much!" You sat up with a smile on your face as you reminisced. "It was a fluffy white bear with a pink heart nose and it had a rainbow coloured ribbon tied into a bow around its neck. I called him Mr Cuddlesworth."

Gwilym burst out laughing and then covered his mouth with his hands when he heard you groan in embarrassment. "I didn't mean to laugh that much! It's adorable, really- just like you." He pecked your nose. "Mr Cuddlesworth...?" He giggled and you hit him with a pillow. "What happened to him?"

You sighed "I'm not sure, I think I lost him." You glanced over to the bear you had found sitting on the chair. "Maybe that's why I want to make sure that one gets home, because I know how upsetting it is to lose something you care so much about."

Gwilym wrapped you up in his arms, stroking strands of hair behind your ear. "Let's get some sleep, hmm?" He pressed a kiss in the space between your ear and cheek before helping you up off the couch and leading you to bed.

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A few days later the pair of you were starting to give up hope of reuniting the bear with its owner.

That was until Lucy showed both you and Gwilym a video of a woman showing her phone to a young boy while someone recorded it. The young boy gasped and a wide smile spread across his face. 'That's Bobby! My Bobby bear!' He kept saying with a huge grin while pointing at the screen. "Looks like we've found Justin," Gwilym gave your hip a small squeeze "Should message them and say they can pick...Bobby up."

You nodded and sent the Instagram account a message. They replied a few hours later and you arranged a day they could bring Justin over to pick up his teddy.

"I think you're more excited than the kid," Gwilym laughed as he watched you peer out the window to see any signs of someone coming.

"Oh hush!" You smirked and waved away his words. "I think that's them!" You moved from the window and headed to the buzzer, waiting for it to ring. When it did, you answered it straight away. A few moments later, there was a knock at the door. You and Gwilym both opened it at the same time and noticed a young boy looking up at the both of you, sporting a similar jacket to the one that was on the bear. "Hi there!" You smiled "You must be Justin, and this must be mum and dad?" You asked looking at the couple behind him.

"Hi, yes!" The woman stretched out her hand and you shook it. "Georgia, and this is my husband, Tom." You shook his hand and Gwilym did the same.

"Nice to meet you," Gwilym politely greeted.

"Well come in!" You grinned and ushered the family into the flat you and Gwil shared. "I think someone's waiting for you just over there on the chair next to the window," you crouched down to Justin's level and pointed. He glanced up to his parents for signs of permission and they nodded with a small smile on their faces. The four of you walked through, you grabbed Gwilym's hand when you heard Justin gasp with happiness seeing his bear again. Your heart swelled at the sight and Gwilym looked between you and the boy reunited with his bear with a lopsided grin.

"There he is!" Georgia cooed "We can't thank you enough for doing what you did," she turned to both you and Gwil.

"He had been crying non-stop since he lost Bobby. Justin's had him since he was a baby." Tom explained "He was devastated and we were actually going to go to the station and ask if anyone had handed the bear in but my sister sent me the video you posted."

"We're just glad Justin and Bobby are reunited again," you smiled "It was kinda like being 'Paddington'!" You laughed and then noticed Georgia hand something to Justin who was standing behind her legs clutching onto Bobby for dear life, scared that he'd lose the teddy again. He gingerly stepped forward and handed you a piece of card that had a crayon drawing on it of what you could tell was him and Bobby the bear with the words 'Thank you' in bright blue and green above the drawing.

"Thank you for finding my bear," he shyly smiled before engulfing you in a hug. You laughed and the three adults around you were all touched by the sweet sight.

"You are so welcome! I just hope you keep an eye on him so he doesn't sneak off again!" You smirked and Justin let out a giggle.

"Can I get a photo of this?" Georgia asked.

"Course!" Gwilym smiled "I'm sure everyone will be relieved knowing Justin got his bear back!" He chuckled. You and Gwil stood either side of the boy who was proudly holding his teddy as Georgia took a few photos. You then all bid your goodbyes, Justin's parents thanking you both dozens of times before the door shut.

You and Gwilym both shared a loving look. "That was the sweetest thing I think I've ever experienced!"

"That was so adorable. Did you hear his little gasp!" Gwil placed his hands over his heart "God! It was so sweet!" He went over and picked up the card that Justin had made. "This is going on the fridge." He made his way to the kitchen before sneaking into the bedroom and grabbing something that he had hid under the bed the day before. "Hey, Y/N..." Gwilym trailed off and slowly entered the living room with his hands behind his back.

"Yeah?" You were lying out on the sofa while flicking through tv channels. You furrowed your brows noticing him acting so suspicious and shifty. "What?" You sat up a little and he perched himself on the other side of the couch with his hands still behind him.

He slowly brought them forward, including the thing he was holding. You gasped as tears welled in your eyes seeing the fluffy white bear with a pink heart nose and a rainbow coloured ribbon tied into a bow around its neck in his hands. "Guess who I found."

"Mr Cuddlesworth?!" You outstretched your arms and Gwilym handed him to you. "How did you even find him?" You squeaked out, cuddling your teddy with tears of joy slipping down your cheeks.

"I phoned your mum and she had a sneaking suspicion that he was in the loft of the house. So, after one afternoon of rummaging, seeing and screaming at more spiders than I ever thought existed, I finally found Mr Cuddlesworth in a box."

"Oh Gwil," you smirked and pecked his lips "This is the best thing anyone has ever done for me."

He cleared his throat "There's...uh...there's something a bit different about him." He swallowed hard and you narrowed your eyes before inspecting the bear- you didn't see anything different about it.

Until you noticed something on the bow.

"Gwil...?" You whispered with a smile creeping on your face.

He took the bear from you and got down on one knee holding it out to you. "Will you," he used the bears paw and pointed it to you "Marry me?" He pointed the paw at him with a hopeful smile on his face. "Please?"

You nodded and wrapped your arms around Gwilym, squashing the bear between you both. "Course I'll marry you!" You exclaimed and Gwil leaned back to place the ring on your finger, pressing a kiss to it after he did before lovingly kissing your lips.

A little while later, he made you pose with the bear and your new ring before the photo along with the two of you with Justin earlier to his Instagram with the caption: 'Justin was reunited with his beloved...and I get to spend a lifetime with mine...and Mr Cuddlesworth...'

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