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msschemmenti · 6 months

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Are You Jealous?

Chessy x Reader

prompt: jealous chessy :)

a/n: i rewatched parent trap recently and the craziest plotline in that movie was martin and chessy being lovers. both of them were clearly gay.

a/n: sorry this took so long lol unedited and probably pretty bad

“I’d love to see you tonight.” Y/n smiled down the phone. It’d been about a week since she and Chessy had seen each other and with the house to herself, Chessy was going to take advantage.

“Well Nick and the girls are going camping for the weekend, if you’re up for a drive out to the vineyard?” Chessy asked hopefully.

“I think I can swing that. What time should I be there?”

“Everyone should be gone by 5. So anytime after should be good.” Chessy grinned.

“I’ll be there by 5:30. SHould I bring anything?”

“Just yourself. I’ll make us some dinner and we can crack open something from the cellar to go with.”

“Sounds divine. I’ll call before I head out. See you soon.” Y/n smiled down the phone and waited for Chessy’s reply.

“Can’t wait.”

“Dinner was great Chess. Thank you so much.” Y/n smiled around her glass as she sat at the kitchen island watching Chessy move around the kitchen. They’d been dating for about four months and were as smitten as a couple could be. After Meredith, Nick started renting out the vineyard as a wedding venue as a bit of passive income. Y/n’s company had been one of the first to host a ceremony on the grounds. she’d been lost and had somehow driven up the Parker’s driveway and was met with a very beautiful woman waving her hands to stop her. from there their romance only flourished.

“anything for you honey. after i finish these dishes we can go sit under the stars for a bit?”

“i’d love to. why don’t i dry do we can start relaxing sooner? i need as much relaxation as i can get with this current bride.”

“well get your cute butt over here and get to work. the stars won’t wait forever.” chessy grinned, reaching to pull the woman close by the waist. The couple washed in tandem, giggling and stealing kisses as they went. really just enjoying each other's company. Just as they put the last dish away, voices floated through the open floorplan startling the couple apart.

“Chessy, who’s car is that?” Hallie called being the first to enter the house. It wasn’t long before more footsteps were heard and before they knew it they were no longer alone. Now standing face to face with a very intimately domestic scene.

“Uh. Hi guys. What are you doing back so early?” Chessy asked, stepping toward the small family.

“Rain at the campsite so we decided to try again next weekend.” nick shrugged eyeing the guest placing the last of the dried dishes in the cabinet.

“Bummer. I’m sure next weekend will be better. We’ll just be going then.” Chessy answered quickly grabbing Y/n’s elbow in an effort to leave the kitchen. Before she could even move around the island all four members grinned mischievously at the nanny and moved in.

“Wait Chessy, aren’t you going to introduce us to your friend?” Annie asked looking past Chessy and toward Y/n. Chessy fixed them with a withering glare but sighed pulling Y/n forward as she prepared for the embarrassment.

“Everyone this is Y/n, my friend,” she smiled toward the twins in censorship.

“Y/n, this is Nick Parker. He owns the vineyard. Elizabeth James, and their daughters Annie and Hallie.”

Y/n smiled, politely extending her hand to shake each member of the family’s hand before stopping briefly at Elizabeth’s. “I know this is a long-shot but you wouldn’t happen to be the Elizabeth James? Like the wedding dress designer Elizabeth James, would you?”

“Guilty,” Elizabeth smiled.

“Oh I love your work. I’m a wedding planner and all the best dresses I’ve seen in the last 12 years have come from you.” Y/n gushed causing Elizabeth’s cheeks to glow in a blush.

“How sweet, I’m so glad my dresses seem to rank so well.”

“Oh most definitely, I hope you’re still designing by the time I finally have a wedding of my own. I’ve always imagined I’d be in an Elizabeth James original for my special day.”

“I would love that, have you already got ideas? I could roughly sketch you something since we’re all here for the evening.” ELizabeth offered. Y/n took a step around Chessy to follow ELizabeth before turning back to her girlfriend.

“Do you mind Chess?” Y/n asked quietly, knowing that if Chessy said she did, she’d politely decline and hope she got the chance another day.

“No, go ahead, knock yourself out. Just come find me when you’re done.” Chessy smiled, pushing the woman over toward Elizabeth with a smile.

“Great, I can even show you some recent stuff I’ve been thinking about.” Elizabeth grinned, pulling Y/n through the hall toward her work room. As soon as the women disappeared Chessy could feel three pairs of eyes on her.

“Your friend, hm?” Hallie grinned rounding the counter to one side of the nanny.

“How come we’ve never met this friend before?” Annie asked rounding to the other side, effectively caging Chessy between them.

“That’s none of your business. And rain at the campsite? When’d you all become such babies?” Chessy chided, poking the girls in their ribs. They giggled helplessly as the older woman tickled them. “Wanna watch a movie?”

The movie had been on for half an hour and the other women had yet to return. Chessy’s attention had been divided the moment they pressed play. During the quieter parts of the movie, she could hear giggles floating through the halls. Chessy’s eyes wandered from the screen in hopes of catching a glimpse of her girlfriend returning, but she wasn’t rewarded. Both Annie and Hallie had anchored themselves on either side of Chessy, legs stretched to each end of the couch. They’d both been commenting on the film and asking questions and Chessy tried to keep up but after noticing her gaze shift to the hallway for what felt like the 100th time they took to giggling and quietly talking to each other.

As the credits rolled across the screen, Chessy was finally granted some reprieve from her torture. Elizabeth and Y/n came around the corner arms linked, quietly giggling over a sketchbook.

“Oh Y/n, you’re just delightful. I can’t believe you’ve done four weddings here and I’m only just meeting you.” Elizabeth shook her head in disbelief.

“My brides are always extremely high maintenance. They make it a bit hard to socialize at all!”

“Well, I’ll have to have you come by my local studio sometime. We just have to get together again.”

“Oh Elizabeth, that’d be great. I’ll have Chessy give you my info and we can connect sometime soon.” Y/n smiled as she placed her hands on Chessy’s head affectionately over the back of the couch.

“I’ll be sure to share that.” Chessy mumbled gazing up at the two of you. Both of their eyes still on the sketchbook.

“Perfect! Girls, it's getting rather late. Say goodnight.” Elizabeth smiled down at the twins while rubbing her hand over Y/n’s shoulder. The girls obediently wished their goodnights before leaving the room. As they left Y/n caught sight of the time herself.

“It is a bit late, I should head home. I’ve got a few early meetings. It was lovely meeting you all. Chess, will you walk me out?” Y/n asked, finally meeting the older woman’s gaze. The older woman followed behind Y/n closely and as soon as they were out of sight of the family her hands were resting on her waist.

They came to a stop outside of Y/n’s car and the younger woman turned to face Chessy, “Well that was fun.” Y/n smiled as Chessy backed her into the car.

“Well I’m glad someone had fun.” Chessy mumbled wrapping her arms around Y/n’s waist with a pout.

“And what’s that supposed to mean? Did you not have fun tonight?” Y/n frowned as Chessy sighed and dodged her eyes.

“I barely saw you tonight.” Chessy huffed.

Y/n looked over the nanny’s face with a smile. Seeing the jealousy simmering in her mind. With a grin Y/n splayed her hands across Chessy’s chest and pulled on the collar of her shirt. “Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”

“What? Pshh, No.” Chessy rolled her eyes.

“Oh I don’t think that’s true at all.”

“Well, I think you spent the whole evening with the Elizabeth James.”

“Chess…” Y/n dragged out, pulling the older woman closer to her.The older woman grumbled but ultimately sighed as the younger woman pinched her cheek. “You know I would’ve stayed if you asked.”

“You seemed so excited. Listen I’m just grumpy the evening didn’t go as planned. I don’t particularly like sharing you.”

“Well next time, we’ll aim for no interruptions hm?” Y/n smiled sweetly.

“I like the sound of that.”

“Now give me a kiss so we can say goodnight.”

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nebulablakemurphy · 3 months

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Moves & Countermoves (Part 24)

Part 23

Summary: No one ever wins the games, even fourteen years later, Y/N is still playing.

“Lean your head back, so I can rinse.” Y/N instructs Katniss, gently.

It’s been two weeks back in twelve. The Abernathy family, Katniss, Cashmere and Johanna. Peeta had to stay behind, not quite ready to be exposed to all the potential triggers of home.

Cashmere and Madge had no problem cozying up in the Abernathy home. However Katniss keeps to her own house in Victor’s Village and Johanna has agreed to stay in the house gifted to Y/N after her win. Finnick and Annie will visit too, of course. After the baby.

The girl on fire sits in the tub, knees pulled up to her chest, with both arms around them, as her former mentor washes her hair. Katniss can’t bring herself to do much these days. Rotting away on the couch, after Prim… But Y/N is nothing if not stubborn and loves Katniss more than her own mother ever could.

When Y/N is finished, she leaves Katniss to dry off. “I’ll bring you something to eat.”

Katniss blinks at her, nodding. She does not speak.

Y/N returns to her own home, bustling with life. Nothing here is still. The victor dances past her oldest daughter, twirling about the living room to music. Moving carefully behind the house of cards that Everest and Cashmere are building on the dining table and into the kitchen.

Haymitch follows her there, Daisy in his arms. He hardly puts her down. “How is she?” Katniss.

Y/N sucks in a breath. “You should go see her, Haymitch. Maybe she’ll talk to you.”

“What makes you think she’ll talk to me?”

“Because you understand each other.” Y/N says, “I love her, she knows I do. But it’s not the same. She needs you.”

“And if you’re wrong?” Haymitch frowns, “if it sets her off? Makes it worse?”

“The last thing Katniss needs right now, is to feel like another person has abandoned her.” Like her mother. Like Gale. “Especially you. You don’t have to say anything, just be there.” Y/N wrings her hands, anxiously. “Please.”

Haymitch shakes his head, bouncing between feet, when Daisy begins to fuss. “The things I do for you.”

Y/N half smiles, “gimme the baby.”

At this he hesitates. It is hard enough being in a separate room from his children. Or not to holler in protest, each time Y/N moves out of his sight.

“Haymitch?” Y/N rests a hand against his back.

It’s not you, it’s me. “Here.” He forces a smile, passing off their child.

“Haymitch, what’s wrong?” Y/N wonders, adjusting the infant in her arms.

“Nothing.” He clears his throat, “it’s nothing.”

“But-”

“I love you.” Haymitch tells his wife, pecking a kiss to her lips, “nothing’s wrong.”

Y/N pulls back, slightly, studying him. “I love you too.”

He pats her cheek, in parting. Hurrying out the door, before Y/N can get a word in.

“You guys are disgusting.” Johanna remarks, leaning heavily against the refrigerator.

Y/N murmurs. “Yeah.”

“I’m out of eggs.” Johanna adds, to explain her presence.

“We have plenty. Help yourself.” Y/N waves toward the fridge.

“There’s something wrong with him.”

“I know.”

“What are you gonna do about it? You’re Mrs. Fix It. That’s why we’re all here. So you can fix us.” Johanna scoffs, “you can’t even fix yourself.”

“I can,” Y/N cuts her off. “I will.”

“You think I haven’t noticed there’s a room you can’t even go in?” Johanna continues.

“It’s not what you think.”

“I think you’re afraid of old hunks of metal that used to record you getting your rocks off.” Johanna crosses both arms over her chest. “They can’t hurt you.”

“They can hurt me.” Y/N purses her lips, “they did.”

“You should get rid of them.” Johanna suggests.

“I can’t.” I just can’t.

“My head doctor would call it ‘exposure therapy.’”

“Will you help me?”

Johanna huffs a laugh. “What are friends for?”

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That night, after the children are fast asleep, Y/N tosses and turns in bed.

“Just say it.” Haymitch snaps.

“It’s nothing.” Y/N whispers, “I’m sorry.” She turns away from Haymitch, nuzzling her back against his chest, until he has no choice but to wrap his arms around her.

“Angel,” Haymitch pauses, trying to find the right words. “I’ve never done this before.”

“Done what?”

“Been free.” Haymitch confesses, “not since the games, never as an adult. Never as a husband or a father; and I am terrified that at any moment, all of this is going to be taken away from me.”

Y/N squeezes his hand, a bit tighter. “Sometimes I think that too.” We’ve been playing the game too long. “Do you think we’ll get used to it? Being free?”

Haymitch sighs, pressing his lips to her shoulder. “I hope so, angel.”

This is new. Haymitch having hope. “Me too.”

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Nights bleed into days. Days into weeks.

Daisy naps contently, in the sling against Y/N’s chest, while she tidies the kitchen.

Everest and Haymitch have set out to pluck weeds from the pathway between houses of Victor’s Village.

Arista is playing in the backyard.

The birds chirp.

The sun shines.

Then Arista screams. “Mommy!”

Y/N abandons the pan she is washing, into the sink, water still running, as she races toward the sound of her daughter’s voice. “Arista!”

“Mommy! Daddy! Hurry!”

Haymitch and Everest rush toward her cry. “Arista!”

Y/N finds her first, at the far edge of their yard, hunched over a mass of white feathers. “Arista? Are you ok?”

“He came back.” Arista tells her mother, with overjoyed tears in her eyes. “Louie came back.”

“Oh, sweetheart.” Y/N chokes down the panic that has risen in her throat. “That’s wonderful.”

Everest comes to a stop beside his mother, panting as he takes in the scene before him. “She’s ok?”

“Yeah,” Y/N reaches a hand over, to ruffle his hair. “We’re all ok now.”

Haymitch joins them last, out of breath, face flushed. “Is everything-”

Y/N turns to him, with a grin. “Louie came home.”

“It’s just the goose.” Haymitch can’t help but laugh. “Just the god damn goose.”

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That night, at dinner, with Madge, Cashmere, Johanna and even Katniss, the phone rings. The sound of it still jarring, after being without a form of easy communication between districts for so long.

Maybe it’s Annie and Finnick.

Maybe there is news in the Capitol.

Maybe Effie.

“I’ll get it.” Johanna volunteers.

Y/N holds up a hand, not wanting to speak with a mouthful of food.

“Or not.”

“I’ve got it.” Y/N excuses herself from the table, into the hallway. Lifting the phone from the receiver to her ear; heart pounding. “Hello.”

“Y/N, it’s me.”

Her free hand comes up to her heart, attempting to quiet the ache. “Peeta, hi. How are you?”

“Better, I’m good.”

“That’s good, honey.” Y/N blinks back tears. “That’s so good to hear.”

“Dr. Aurelius says I’m free to leave the hospital, as long as I keep up with sessions over the phone.” He sounds nervous, like the other shoe is about to drop.

Maybe he’s staying with Effie in the Capitol.

“The train leaves tomorrow morning.”

“Can I- I’ll come get you from the train station?”

“Yes.” Peeta says, immediately. “That would be great.”

“Ok,” Y/N breathes, “that’s perfect. I’ll see you soon.”

“See you soon.”

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livlaughloveluke · 5 months

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧- 𝐣.𝐜

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you get jealous of jacks cast mate, when in reality you have nothing to worry about

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: reader is kinda self conscious? a little angst turned to fluff :)

based off this request: Reader thinks jack likes one of his other coworkers (or him and r could be childhood friends) but he acc likes her idk from @wonderstruck4llthew4yhome

𝐚/𝐧: hope you enjoy!! jack is SUCH a loverboy

jacks radiant laugh echoed from your computer screen, which made you pause the video and start sulking.

you were currently watching an interview over his new romance movie, and god did it make you feel envious.

while his heavenly giggle usually made you grin from ear to ear, this time it made you frown, and you could feel tears forming in your eyes.

you were upset because he was laughing at his cast mate, annie. annie played his love interest in the movie, and you could tell she liked him. and judging by the way he was looking at her in the video, you thought he liked her back.

she was gorgeous, and talented, and really funny too. everything you thought you weren’t.

and the real gut punch is you have no right to be jealous. jack and you weren’t dating, but were only childhood friends. you told eachother everything, and spent countless of hours hanging out.

although, there was one thing you didn’t mention to him. you were helplessly in love with him. your crush developed when you were 13, and it never stopped growing.

you felt like your heart had been stomped on and crumpled up after watching the interview.

it made you feel worse when you realized you were being to much of a “jealous girlfriend” to someone you weren’t even dating.

tears couldn’t help but fall as you scrolled through the comments.

user37638- jack and annie DEFINITELY have something going on 👀

jackslover- wait are him and the blond girl dating?!??

anniesfan4lifeeee- jack and annie would lowkey make such a cute couple omg?!?

you started to feel worse as you realized that maybe he was happy. maybe he did really like her, and you needed to support him. ruining fourteen years of friendship over some stupid feelings is crazy. right?

that was until you hear the front door to your apartment opening. oh shit. jack was supposed to come over at 12! why is he here so early?!?

you checked the time, only to find out that you had spent the whole day sobbing in your, now very messy, bed. you didn’t have time to react before jack was entering your room.

he immediately noticed your tears and went up to you. you stood up out of bed, still wearing your pajamas. well the oversized shirt you had on was his, but whatever.

jack brought you in to a warm embrace, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist. after some time, he let go to face you.

he used his thumb to wipe off your tears, looking at you with a concerned expression.

“y/n what happened? you know i hate seeing you like this. do i need to fight someone for you?” jack asks, trying lightening the mood a little.

you smiled, and he took that as his own personal victory.

“its nothing jack. anyways, how was filming in greece?” you say, trying your best to plaster on a happy face and skip over the topic. it didn’t work. god dammit jack, why are you so caring?!?

“it’s not nothing. y/n tell me, please.” jack looks at you with those adorable brown eyes and you know you have to tell him. even if you don’t want to, its best for jack to know.

“if i tell you this, you have to pinky promise this wont ruin anything.” you say, sticking your finger out. he locks pinkies with you, and you both kiss your thumb, signifying that the promise will be kept. jack then waits patiently for you to continue.

“i like you. more than a friendly way. I’ve felt this way since we were thirteen. if you dont like me back, that fine i guess! or if you like annie I totally understand and i think you would make a cute couple-“

jack cuts you off quickly after hearing the last sentence.

“i dont want annie. i want you.”

you look up at him shocked, your mouth slightly open. you notice him looking at your lips, and you get the hint. you close the gap, and place your plump lips on his.

its was like your lips were puzzle pieces, because of how perfectly they fit together. all of your envy washed away at the heavenly sensation.

you both pulled away from the passionate kiss, your lips coated in a mixture of you and jacks spit. you make eye contact with him, and smile. you could finally call him yours.

#jack champion #ethan landry smut #ethan landry #ethan landry angst #ethan landry x reader #jack champion x y/n #jack champion x reader #jack champion x actress! reader #liv’s writing !

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daisynik7 · 11 months

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you’re killing me with all this angst!! 😭 any possible unrequited but happy ending with Eren when you have the time and will? Or just anything fluffy really, just to put a dinosaur print bandaid on all the broken hearts 😭

🎶 You've got my heart bursting at the seams, maybe you're the boy of my dreams. 🎶

Title: Dream Boy

Pairing: jock!Eren x shy!reader

Word Count: ~3.5k

cw: unrequited crush, fluff, college au

Summary: You’ve had a crush on Eren Jaeger for a while now. He’s the captain of your university’s swim team who also happens to be a fellow engineering major, like you. For months, you’ve admired from afar, letting yourself daydream about being his girlfriend. But that’s all it is: fantasy. Until one day, when you’re invited to a beach outing with friends, and he happens to be there too.

Author’s Notes: Thanks for the request, anon! Going with a common trope here, hope you don’t mind! I’ve always been a sucker for popular jock x shy nerd, so I hope you like this one! Also, fair warning, I have never surfed in my life, and I had to do some research on this, so major apologies if I got any of these details wrong, please don’t be mean to me LOL. Title is inspired by the song "Dream Boy" by Beach Bunny! Listen if you want to set the mood right. Divider credit to @/saradika.

With the weather getting warmer and the sun shining brighter, a trip to the beach sounds like the perfect idea to get away. Midterms just ended and finals are fast approaching in a few weeks. This is the only weekend when it makes sense to relax before you have to start the grind once more.

It’s your roommate, Sasha, who originally plans this little weekend getaway. When you’re not too busy studying, you’re hanging out with her. She’s become your closest friend since you first lived with her freshman year, always friendly and making the effort to include you in all her social affairs, even when you decline so often. Through her, you met Mikasa and Annie, who have been nothing but kind to you, despite having strong personalities. You’re excited to get to know them even better by going on this trip with them.

With Annie’s car packed with all of your belongings, the four of you set out on the hour-long journey. Mikasa offered her parent’s beach house to stay at which works out perfectly for broke college students. Using your meal plans, you collectively purchased enough snacks and beverages to last the next two nights. So far, everything is working out swimmingly.

You arrive to your destination, stoked to be spending the weekend with the beach as your backyard. Mikasa points out the other car parked in the driveway, groaning. “Oh no. Eren’s here. And he probably brought the rest of the boys.”

Sasha turns to face her. “Huh? What do you mean?”

“That’s his car. And those are their surfboards on the rack. They’re definitely here.”

Your roommate directs her question at you. “Are you okay with this?”

You smile, a little taken aback that you’ll be sharing a home with a few strangers, but fine overall. “Yeah, should be fun. By the way, who’s Eren?”

“Eren Jaeger, my brother.”

Upon hearing his full name, you do your best to swallow the strangled noise in your throat, playing it cool. Eren Jaeger? Captain of the school’s swim team? Fellow engineering student and your classmate for two of your current courses, three last semester? The guy you’ve had the hugest crush on since you first laid eyes on him freshmen year, when you used to live a floor above him? That Eren Jaeger?

“Oh, cool,” you say, totally not meaning it. Still, you have to keep your composure. Knowing this information has you feeling self-conscious. You didn’t pack your best clothes, under the impression this was just a girl’s trip. And you realize that he might see you in your swimsuit, which you’re horrified about. Internally, you’re freaking out, unprepared for this recent development. You contemplate calling a taxi, faking an illness to avoid any possible embarrassment you’ll display in front of him. Before you can, Sasha drags you into the house, both your bags in hand, announcing your arrival. “Eren! We know you’re in here!”

Mikasa and Annie follow, carrying the rest of the luggage with them, inspecting the house. “Hey, Jaeger. Get out here,” Annie demands.

He strolls in from one of the hallways, hair down, in a white t-shirt and basketball shorts, slides on his feet. Looking as cool and attractive as ever. You hide behind Sasha, cheeks already hot.

“What are you doing here?” he asks Mikasa, placing a hair tie between his lips, fingers running through his hair to put it up in a ponytail.

“Carla and Grisha said I could use the house for the weekend. What are you doing here?”

“Brought the boys to surf and chill. I guess I should have asked Mom and Dad first.” He shrugs, unfazed.

Mikasa rolls her eyes. “You should have told me you were coming. I have guests.”

He glances at the rest of you. “So? It’s just Sasha and Annie. What’s the big deal?”

“My roommate’s here too!” Sasha mentions, stepping aside to reveal you. “And it’s weird sharing a house with boys!”

You give him a small wave, a weak grin on your face. “Hello.”

He steps towards you, squinting as if he’s studying you carefully. “Hey! It’s you!”

You blurt out a confused, “Huh?”

He says your full name, shocking you further, before he continues. “You’re in my class. Physics and Materials Science, right?”

You’re surprised that he recognizes you, that he even knows your name. Up until this point, you were convinced that you were invisible to him. You nod, momentarily speechless when he smiles at you. “I’m sorry for showing up like this. We can leave if you want us to.”

“Yeah, maybe you should,” Annie comments, crossing her arms over her chest.

Before anyone else can speak, you say, “It’s okay. You don’t have to leave.” If you’re going to grow up and move on from this crush, you can’t chicken out on things like this. And besides, you don’t want to be the one person who ruins all the fun.

“Are you sure? It’s not a big deal. It’s just an hour drive. I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable.”

“It’s fine. The more the merrier, right?”

He grins. “As long as you’re okay with this.”

Mikasa, on the other hand, says, “Well, what if I’m not okay with this.”

“Fine. Then you be the one to kick out Jean. He was really looking forward to surfing today.” At the mention of that name, Mikasa blushes, not responding. The rest of you girls have an idea about Mikasa’s crush on Jean, so it’s not surprising when she doesn’t pester Eren anymore. Even Annie’s eyes light up when Armin comes out of one of the rooms, greeting you.

After settling in, everyone gathers in the living room, planning what to do next. Collectively, you agree to head outside to relax on the beach while the boys surf. You try to contain your excitement at seeing Eren in a skin-tight body suit, holding onto the giant board, hair tied in a messy bun like a male model for Billabong.

You lay towels and blankets all around the sand, setting up umbrellas to block out the blistering sun. Annie dumps all the snacks in the middle, while the four of you stretch out comfortably. You hide yourself under a towel, self-conscious about in a bathing suit in front of Eren, who probably doesn’t notice anyways.

Sasha plays music on her Bluetooth speaker while you and Mikasa open your books, reading. Annie watches a movie on her phone, headphones plugged in. An hour later, Eren comes running up from the shore, dripping with ocean water, hair matted, still gorgeous. He glances at you first, flashing his brilliant smile. “Hey, do you want to try?” He knocks his fist against the surfboard, waiting for your answer.

“Oh, I don’t know. I don’t think I’ll be good at it. In fact, I think I’ll be very, very bad at it,” you admit.

“It’s okay. I can just show you how to sit on it. We won’t actually ride the big waves. You know how to swim, right?”

You nod, placing your book in your bag. This is too good of an opportunity to pass up, especially since it means quality time with him. However, you can’t help but feel nervous, expecting to make a fool of yourself. Sasha encourages you. “You should go try it! It’ll be fun.”

Mikasa adds, “Yeah, Eren is surprisingly a good teacher.”

Convinced, you stand up, hesitantly letting the towel fall to expose yourself in your swimsuit. You avoid his gaze, too flustered worrying about what he thinks of you. He leads the way to the shore, you following close behind him. The rest of the guys sit on the sand next to their boards, chatting. When they see you, they wave, giving you some motivating thumbs up.

Eren turns to face you, pausing. “First, you have to attach the leash.” He squats down, hands near your foot, peering up at you. “Do you mind?”

Unaware of what the leash even is, you remain calm, trying to ignore your excitement with him this close to your bare skin. “Go ahead.”

He wraps the Velcro around your ankle, fingers brushing against you delicately. He readjusts it three times, asking on the third, “Is this too tight?”

“No,” you answer, still staring out towards the sea, unable to meet his gaze.

He stands back up to explain the basics of surfing. It’s all too much to retain in a short amount of time, but you listen and appreciate how well he describes each step, memorizing the most important details.

“We should practice getting on the board first before we enter,” he suggests, placing it flat on the sand, beckoning you to get on it. “Just lay on it, face down, and get used to how it feels against your body.” You get down, pressing your stomach to the deck, gripping to the sides.

“Good job.” He squats again, level with you. “Once we’re in the water, you’re gonna want to move fast. You have to push the board forward against the force of the waves, then quickly hop on. It might be a little tough, but I know you can do it. The waves are strong, so if you can’t get the timing right, make sure you lift your board up with the peak and hold on tight, so that you don’t get dragged with it.”

You nod, getting increasingly anxious. With the information locked in your brain, you follow Eren into the ocean, board floating steadily on the surface, your hand on the center. He isn’t exaggerating; the waves are intense, even the tiny ones close to shore. Once you are waist deep, Eren, who’s farther away from you now, turns up the volume of his voice louder, cupping one hand around his mouth, the other pointing to the incoming wave. “It’s coming!”

It approaches fast, almost too quickly. Before you know it, the force drags you backwards, falling in. Wet from head to toe now, you resurface, grabbing the board to reposition yourself, grasping both the tail and the deck, remembering his instructions from earlier.

“Are you okay?” he yells out, concerned.

“Yeah!” you respond, preparing for the next one. With more determination and confidence, you push forward, hopping on successfully when the wave rushes in.

“Great job!” he exclaims from behind you. Your chest swells with adrenaline and pride. There’s no time to waste as the next wave approaches. The next task is to straddle. You get in a push-up pose, grasping the side rails. It’s not enough though; it slides out from under you, knocking you back, a stream of salty water flushing your nose causing you to choke momentarily. Eren ruses over as fast as he can, waddling in the water, worried. “Are you okay?”

You laugh, an electrifying buzz coursing through your body. “Yeah! Let me try again.”

He smiles brightly, amused by your resolve. “Okay. Hold on really tight and make sure to slide the board slightly forward as you sit up.”

It takes you a couple more tries, salt water now burning your nose and throat, until you finally manage to straddle the board. You raise your fists in the air, turning your neck to face him. “I did it!”

Beaming, mimicking your celebratory gesture, he happily yells, “You did!” When the waves come, you and the board flow with it, bobbing up and down on the water. After minutes of struggling, covered in sweat, dripping with ocean water, you finally feel at peace. You enjoy riding a few more waves, dehydration slowly sinking in, surely from all the salt you’ve unintentionally swallowed. You glance at Eren, who’s watching you from a short distance away. “I think I’m good for the day! I need some water.”

He walks over, standing next to you. “Oh yeah, definitely. Great job, by the way. That was awesome seeing you like that.” He pats you gently on your knee, grinning.

You giggle. “Thank you. So, uh, how do I get off this thing?”

“Well, this is going to the last thing I teach you, okay? You’re going to paddle out and towards the shore. Think you can do it?”

With whatever leftover determination you have, you nod, leaning your chest down to the board. He helps you readjust yourself so that you’re facing the sands. “The wave is coming! Get ready to paddle!”

Like a dog trying to swim, you flail your arms as if your life depends on it, successfully riding the wave until it comes to a stop on the shore. Armin, Connie, and Jean, witnessing this still sat in the same spot, cheer. When you stand up, your equilibrium is all off, losing balance. Luckily, Eren runs up to catch you, steadying you. “That was awesome. You did so good!”

Catching your breath, tired from all the physical exertion and adrenaline, you breathe out, “Thank you,” giving him a weak smile. The two of you walk to the rest of your friends, Eren’s hand on your back, in case you lose balance again. As you approach the girls, they applaud, beaming with joy.

“That was epic!” Sasha exclaims, handing you a water bottle.

Suddenly, he’s gripping your shoulders, squeezing affectionately. “She’s the best. Never gave up, totally committed.” He turns his head to look at you, voice lower, speaking directly to you. “You were really great out there. I mean it. I never doubted you for a second. You’re the smartest person in class, so I knew this would be a piece of cake for you.”

His last statement almost leaves you speechless. Voice trembling from exhaustion and his kind words, you reply, “Thank you. You’re a really great teacher.”

He gazes at you, seemingly forever, sliding his hands down to your elbows, lingering for just a moment longer until he lets you go. Clearing his throat, he announces, “I’m going to catch a few more waves with the guys. I’ll see y’all later.” Is it your imagination or is there a slight blush on his cheeks? It’s most likely from the sun, so you disregard it, not wanting to get your hopes up.

You spend the rest of the afternoon relaxing beside your friends, like you had originally planned. The novel you started earlier is open in your hands, your mind definitely not focused on the words. Instead, you daydream about Eren, relishing what just occurred. All those times in class, fantasizing about different scenarios with him, always convinced that nothing would ever happen. Now, you can’t help letting your imagination run rampant. Still, when you all pack up to take the short trip back to the house, you let those fantasies disappear. There’s no way he feels anything for you beyond friendship. And you’ll just have to live with that.

Later in the night, with everyone sun-kissed and clean from beach residue, you collectively decide to get cozy in your pajamas. Mikasa ignites the fire pit out on the balcony, perfect for the cool breeze. When four boxes of pizza are delivered, the eight of you huddle around the flames, enjoying the meal as you laugh at the stories being shared. Connie tells a hilarious tale about him and Jean streaking in the dead of night for a dare that resulting in almost exposing themselves to the university’s president. Annie mentions her roommate, Hitch, and how she slapped a creeper at a frat party, who wouldn’t stop annoying her. Sasha asks for advice on how to approach her crush, Nicolo, the young chef at the campus cafeteria who makes her breakfast burritos especially tasty.

After a while, Eren suggests, “How about some s’mores? I brought the ingredients to make them. What do you say?”

Everyone hums in agreement. He directs his attention to you. “Can you help me in the kitchen?”

You obliged, surprised that he chose you specifically. Following him, you slide the door closed, quiet inside the house except for the muffled voices of your friends outside. In the kitchen, he reaches up for one of the cabinets, grabbing two bags of marshmallows, two big bricks of chocolate, and a box of graham crackers. In another drawer, he retrieves metal sticks to roast the marshmallows. In the meantime, you search for a large baking tray, eventually retrieving it from the oven. “Maybe we can set everything up on here so that It’s easier.”

He smiles at you. “Good idea.”

At the counter, you start unwrapping the chocolate, breaking them into sectioned pieces. Eren does the same with the graham crackers, the two of you working beside each other in a comfortable silence. Halfway through, he asks, “Did you have fun today?”

“Yeah, I had a lot of fun! Thank you again. I really had a blast.”

“I did too. It was a lot of fun hanging out with you today.”

“Maybe next time, I can actually learn how to surf for real,” you say, not thinking anything of it.

He leans closer to you, arm brushing yours as you lay out the chocolate on the pan. “Yeah, next time.”

It’s silent again. You finish the chocolate, washing your hands clean to move on to the marshmallows. One bag in your hand, the other in Eren’s. “So, um, do you have a boyfriend or something?”

This catches you off guard. “No, I don’t.”

“Cool, cool, cool. I’m single too. In case you were wondering.” You’ve never heard this type of nervous energy in his voice before. It’s unusual to hear him like this. You’re unsure how to respond, unprepared for where this conversation is possibly heading.

“Well, if you ever need someone to study with, I’m always available. The season is over, and I get tired of my teammates sometimes,” he says with a laugh.

“Do you want to study with me?” you ask, genuinely curious.

“I’d like to do a lot of things with you, actually.” There’s an undeniable blush on his cheeks as he pours the remaining marshmallows onto the tray. This can’t be just a sunburn, can it?

Butterflies flutter in your belly. You look at him, smiling. You can’t chicken out now. Not when he’s giving you this chance, this opportunity. You need to go for it. “Can I be honest with you?”

He faces you, eager. “Of course.”

Sucking in a deep breath for this leap of faith, you confess. “I’ve had the biggest crush on you ever since freshman year.”

His smile widens, brilliant teeth on display. “What? When we used to live at Reiss?”

“You remember?” Your mouth hangs open, shocked that he recalls living in the same dorm as you.

“Yeah, I do,” he answers. “You’re a hard one to forget.”

“I thought I was invisible.”

He shifts closer, tipping his head to meet your eyes. “Not to me.”

You face him, understanding that he’s always noticed you. He leans forward, lips inches from yours. “Can I be honest with you, too?” You nod, desperate to hear what he has to say.

Even closer now, lips grazing your ear, breath ticklish on your skin, he whispers, “I really like you. I’ve always been too nervous to do anything. I thought you’d only see me as a dumb jock.”

Immediately, you pull back, replying, “Never! I never thought that of you! I think you’re so smart.”

He laughs, eyes crinkled with admiration. “I think you’re so smart, too. And really, really cute.”

You stare at each other for a moment, wishing this would last forever. Wanting to pinch yourself to confirm this is real.

“Is it okay if I kiss you?” The pink hue on his cheeks gradually turns into a red.

A little too eager, you respond, “Yes!”, resulting in him giggling again, pressing his forehead to yours. The contact sets your skin on fire, body tingling with a different type of adrenaline than from earlier. With your eyes shut, you close the gap, lips brushing seamlessly into a delicate kiss. His hand slides behind your neck, sending you shivers as he pulls you in closer.

Suddenly, there’s loud banging on the sliding door, startling you two apart. Mikasa and Annie have their fists on the glass, yelling out something incoherent, Armin tugging on their sleeves in an attempt to stop them. Connie, Jean, and Sasha holler with huge grins on their faces.

Eren laughs, shaking his head. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” you respond, smiling at him.

You gaze at each other for another couple of seconds, cherishing this special moment before returning outside to your friends, carrying the goods. They all talk at once, hyped about what they just witnessed, berating you with loads of questions and advice. You and Eren sit beside each other, politely redirecting each inquiry and comment until your friends get tired of non-answers, eventually changing the subject. He lays out a warm blanket for the both of you, legs covered, knees touching while everyone begins to roast their marshmallows.

By the time the s’mores are completely assembled, mouths sticky and full of ooey-gooey sweetness, you and Eren munch on your treats happily, holding hands beneath the blanket.

#eren jaeger #eren aot #eren yeager #eren x you #eren x y/n #eren x reader #eren fluff #aot fluff #aot fanfiction #attack on titan fluff #eren jaeger x you #eren jaeger fluff #eren jeager x y/n #snk eren #snk fluff #attack on titan

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+ CUP PROTECTION SQUAD ; ft. eren , armin , jean , & connie .

+ synopsis ; how do the aot boys protect ya cup at the club?

+ cw ; mentions of blood & violence .

you were knee deep into your much-deserved friday night out. alongside you gang of closest friends, you partied hard and drank harder. refilling your solo cup for the umpteenth time in the last hour, you groaned at that familiar feeling tugging at your bladder: you had to pee. peeling away from your girls on the crowded dance floor, you squeeze through sweaty bodies until you run into (eren/armin/jean/connie). with a breath of relief, you push your cup into his hard chest, voice laced with desperation as you beg, “i gotta piss so bad! could you keep an eye on my cup for me?”

# EREN JAEGER .

“whatever,” eren yells over the music, watching as you disappear back into the crowd.

acts all nonchalant, but in reality, he takes this little mundane task almost too serious.

eren’ll just stand in that exact spot, arms crossed, cup in hand, wearing the meanest expression. he knows he’s intimidating, and uses it as an advantage to ward off any creeps.

let’s say a situation does arise where someone comes up to him, trying to tamper with your drink. oh boy, eren’s irrational ass would toss the cup aside, uncaring if it spills, and dragging the fucker outside in the alley to scrap.

don’t worry, he’d buy you another vodka spritz or ‘whatever girly shit you drink.’

overall cup-holding rating: D-

you can’t find eren when you return from the bathroom. chocking it up to him being a flaky prick, you shrug his absence off and meet back up with mikasa and sasha on the dance floor.

it isn’t until an hour later that you feel a tap on your shoulder. you smile, assuming it’s annie or hitch, but that smile plummets the moment your eyes land on eren. he’s sporting a busted lip, and there’s a gash over his thick eyebrow that’s gushing a bloody river down the side of his sharp face. you open your mouth to say something, anything, but you were cut off by eren shoving a cup into your personal space.

“i spilt your drink,” eren explains, as if he’s not all bruised and bloody. “hope you like vodka.”

# ARMIN ARLERT .

“oh my goodness, of course i can,” armin says sweetly, flashing a gentle smile at you. “i’ll be waiting right here for you, ‘kay?”

is happy to help you however he can, even if it’s doing something as simple as watching over your drink.

armin will hold a hand over the rim of your solo cup, mindlessly swaying to the beat of whatever song is playing in the club as he patiently waits for your arrival.

if somebody does happen to approach him, asking to mess with your drink, armin won’t hesitate to drop his angel persona and get a little snippy.

“do you know how creepy you look asking to see another person’s drink like that? you’ve got about ten seconds to get lost before i call my buddies and have them handle you.”

armin would teach the perv a lesson himself, but he’d rather not leave the spot he told you to meet him at. sicking eren, jean, and connie on the gross bastard was the next best option.

the threat always works like a charm, and armin is able to protect your cup with spilling a drop.

overall cup-holding rating: A+

“oh, ‘min,” you sighed. the man had been glued in the same position you’d left him in, accompanied by a soft smile. “thank you so, so much. sorry to be such a burden.”

“nonsense,” armin shrugged off your worries, all the while trying to shake off the tiny blush that had seeped through his cheeks at your clumsiness. “you could never be a burden, not in a million years. i’m glad you came to me, y/n.”

he passed your beverage back to you, and all you could do was blink up at him, stunned by his unadulterated kindness. though, that was armin for you: always the selfless type, his generosity shouldn’t be surprise. “really?”

“really,” the blonde affirmed, scratching the back of his neck as he peered wearily out into the sea of strangers, mingling and dancing. “who knows what kind of creeps are here tonight. it’s just… i’m happy that you trust me to keep you safe. that’s all.”

# JEAN KIRSTEIN .

“me?” jean asks, baffled, before sputtering out a few more words, “i mean, sure. yeah, no-no problem at all, y/n.”

HE’S SO DRAMATIC, a literal nervous wreck for no reason. poor baby is just a 6’4 ball of raging anxiety 24/7 ):

is sweating bullets in the club, tuning out all other noises or people or anything that could possibly serve as a distraction.

jean’s clutching the plastic cup to his chest, like a mother holding her newborn. he places the rim beneath his jaw, using it as a makeshift cover.

it’s unlikely that anyone approaches jean in pursuit of your drink—his overwhelming height does wonders scaring off any potential creeps—but on the off chance someone does come up to jean, asking to take a peek at your cup, he’ll pull the good ole’ ‘girlfriend’ card out real quick.

“why do you wanna see my girlfriend’s drink?”

that mixed with a mean mug from jean is the perfect combination to get any dude to fuck off immediately.

overall cup-holding rating: B-

“gah, sorry i took so long,” you sweatdropped, hanging your head as you stood before jean. “the line for the bathroom was ridiculous.”

“don’t worry, ‘m always happy to help you,” jean smiled, quickly wiping away some of the sweat that had beaded along his brow with the back of his wrist. “your cup, madam.”

he presented the plastic cup to you rather formally, an action that had your eyes crinkling with a goofy laugh. “thank you, sir jean,” you played along, dropping a courtesy before accepting your drink.

jean flushed, maybe because of your laugh? or maybe because you matched his dorky energy so well? or maybe it’s just because you’re you. “anytime.”

# CONNIE SPRINGER .

“you know i gotchu mama,” connie smiled easily, grabbing the cup and swirling it around. “imma make this cup my biatch.”

connie is a certified idiot, but we all knew this.

he’d do so good for the first few minutes, waiting for you to return with your cup secured in both his large hands.

but one minute turns into five, which turns into ten, and the pink liquid dancing in your cup starts to look fucking delicious.

‘one sip wouldn’t hurt, right?’

but one sip turns into five, which turns into ten, and suddenly the delicious, pink liquid is now almost fully gone. it’s not his fault, dammit! he blames you for having the best taste in drinks.

nobody would even approach connie, no, they would all think it was his drink with the way he downed half the fucking cup.

overall cup-holding rating: F-

“you’re a life saver con’,” you cheer upon finally returning back to your friend. he looks slightly more tipsy than when you’d left, his eyelids low and his tongue pressed cheekily against his canines.

“what would you do without me?” connie asks, passing you back your cup.

“i don’t kn—” you paused, feeling the weight of the solo cup in your hands. with a suspicious glare, you queried, “connie, why is my cup so light?”

he just smiled, licking his lips before shrugging like the bastard he is.

#❔ー、☆. headcanons #eren x reader #eren jeager x reader #eren fluff #eren smut #eren x black fem!reader #eren headcanons #armin x reader #armin smut #aot smut #aot headcanons #jean smut #jean fluff #connie smut #connie fluff #armin headcanons

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Anakin's nightmare

“Do you know where [Shmi] is?” “Why, I should expect she’s at Watto’s junkshop. I’m afraid he’s had her doing quite a lot of work there, ever since you ran away.”

Anakin winced. “But I didn’t run away,” he said. “I left. To become a Jedi.”

“Oh, of course you did, sir,” said C-3PO, his voice filled with good cheer. “I never meant to suggest that you abandoned any responsibilities you might have had here, when you were just a child. After all, we’re so very proud of you and your achievements. Not that we actually know about what you’ve accomplished in the past nine years, since we’ve never received any messages from you, but I do get the distinct impression that your mother still cares very much about you. And she does have a vivid imagination, so she very easily assumed that you must be…”

The droid was still talking as Anakin ran out of the hovel and into the broiling radiance of Tatooine’s twin suns. Although it appeared to be afternoon, when the city of Mos Espa should have been teeming with street vendors and pedestrians, there was no sign of life.

Anakin felt a sense of panic. He ran as fast as he could through the empty streets until he arrived outside the tall, bell-shaped structure that was Watto’s junkshop.

Like his own hovel, the junkshop appeared to be exactly as Anakin remembered it. Yet when he ducked through the shop’s entrance portal and entered the cluttered interior, he found that Watto had added something new: In front of a workbench, there was a low cage with thick metal bars.

A filthy figure, clothed in dirty rags, was huddled within the cage.

It was Shmi Skywalker. Anakin’s mother.

She looked up at him with fear in her eyes. “Who are you?” she asked. Her voice sounded old and tired.

“It’s me, Mom,” Anakin said, dropping to his knees before the cage. “Anakin. Annie. I’m grown up now. I’ve come to rescue you.”

“Anakin?” Shmi said in disbelief. She slowly shook her head. “But you can’t be. You can’t be here. You’re gone.”

“I’ll get you out, Mom,” Anakin said as he gripped the bars. He looked around. There was no sign of Watto.

“It is you,” Shmi said. “It really is you.”

Anakin tugged at the bars with all his might, but they would not yield. Then he remembered he was a Jedi. He could do anything!

He reached to his belt, expecting to find his lightsaber, but his fingers slapped against his side. His lightsaber was gone. He tried to recall if he had clipped it to his belt before leaving his hovel, or if he had even brought it with him to Tatooine.

He tried to remember when and where he had seen it last. He felt confused. How had he arrived back on Tatooine? He could not remember.

Desperate, he glanced at Watto’s tool shelf and saw a fusion-cutter and power pry-bar. He grabbed for them, but he could not pick them up. He tried again, tearing at them, but the tools would not budge. It seemed they had been welded to the shelf.

Anakin collapsed beside the cage, his head smacking against the bars. “I swear, I’ll get you out!” he sobbed.

Shmi reached between the bars and pushed her oil-stained fingers through her son’s blond hair. “Oh, Annie,” she said. “Don’t cry. Please, don’t cry. I’m fine. Really, I’m fine.”

“Mom, look at you! Watto left you in a cage!” Anakin said, outraged.

“No, he didn’t, Annie,” Shmi said sadly. “Watto didn’t leave me. You did.”

Suddenly, Shmi, the junkshop, and all of Tatooine were swept away from Anakin’s vision, and he was engulfed in darkness. It wrapped around him like a cold, black shroud that cut him off from the entire galaxy.

Unable to see, his only awareness was of the steady rise and fall of his own breathing.

Something was wrong.

The breathing sounded mechanical and labored, as if it were being done through some kind of respirator. Anakin wondered if the breathing were his own, or if he had been mistaken about the sound’s origin. Perhaps, he thought, I’m not alone in this dark place. He held his breath and listened to the void. The sound of mechanized breathing stopped. And then Anakin felt his throat constricting.

The darkness coiled even tighter around him, working its way through his skin, seizing his lungs and veins and muscles and bones until he knew it was about to consume him.

Then the dream ended as it always did, with Anakin trying to shout but fearing that no one, not even he, would ever hear his cry. And then he awoke. [Ryder Windham. Star Wars Adventures - The Hostage Princess]

#anakin skywalker #shmi skywalker #watto #c3po #sw books #sw quotes #Ryder Windham #mine #padawanlost

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Spotless: Eco

Chapter Eleven

Featuring: Dean Winchester/Reader, Dean/Bela

Other characters: Bobby, Bela, Dick Roman and Kobe Bryant mentioned (look, he wasn't supposed to be here but I did my research and well, he had to be), Anael, faceless paps

Word Count: 1683 with pictures

Warnings, etc: Mutual pining, tour planning, brunch and shopping with Bela, unbeta'd

Series Masterlist

“Okay, well the official schedule from the touring company arrived, so I have maybe a week to set up the promo interviews before they announce it publicly,” you said over the phone.

“Yeah, with Crowley it’s probably gonna be sooner. Annie’s gotta find someone to step in for the whole year with this so she’s already interviewing. Let me know if you need anything, because I’m just sitting on my hands until we’re actually rolling out,” Bobby replied solemnly.

The give me something to do, please, was implied.

“Check with Benny and his boys, I know the label is supplying some guys too, but I trust you to secure the crew and security schedules,” you said as you made another note on your ever increasing list of to do’s.

Two months may have seemed like a long time, but it was the shortest turn around you’d had for a tour since taking over as publicist for Phantom Traveler and you’d be damned if you fucked it up.

“With the holidays coming up, we’ll be in a pinch to get everything nailed down. But all the commotion with Bela and everything, people will be chomping at the bit to get actual news,” you added, staring unfocused at your computer monitor.

“And he’s got that interview coming up you said, just Dean for that one?” Bobby asked.

“Yeah,” you sighed. “I really hope Meg doesn’t eat him alive. But it’s his chance to give his side of things and for people to see where his head is at now.”

“The sassy little brunette, right?”

“The very one.”

“Is it going to be a tit-for-tat thing? Is Cas gonna be next for a tell-all?”

“Bobby, I don’t think Cas would do an interview and talk bad about Dean even if they paid him. He’s moved on.”

“If you say so, Dean didn’t exactly play nice.”

“He must have had hundreds of offers for the dirt since leaving the band. And everything I hear about him now is just about the kid he’s working with and how they’re creating something unique.”

“I just know how that reporter liked him— the last time.”

“I’m sure she’s going in with the bias against Dean here. Time will tell if she can be swayed,” you admitted. “Plus, Dean won't be alone. We made sure there'll be a few of us there to make it easier.”

“To keep him from making a damned fool of himself you mean.”

“Basically.”

Bobby sat on the other end of the line with his gruff silence before continuing, “you going home for Christmas?”

“Yeah, got the usual stuff with my folks for Christmas Eve then I’m helping Ellen on Christmas day. I’m flying so I won’t be gone more than a few days. Probably end up spending half of it at airports with my luck.”

“Okay, just checkin’.”

“You guys have any plans?”

“Just service on the night before and maybe something with Annie’s cousins. Might just be a train of open houses.”

“Wow, I’m impressed.”

“Hey, I didn’t say I’d enjoy myself.”

You laughed and wrapped it up with a promise to touch base before you left town. The next two days were a whirlwind of emails and phone calls. You put off confirming brunch with Bela for Sunday, but relented from guilt, as she now had regular visits from paparazzi outside her townhouse due to her and Dean’s night club-hopping. You finished up your Saturday errands and plopped yourself onto your stationary bike in a last ditch effort to fend off your restlessness until it was a reasonable enough time to crash.

God, your life was so exciting.

Bela poured you another glass from the endless pitcher of mimosas. “Anyway, I guess Dean got us tickets to the Lakers’ game tomorrow night, like I actually care about baseball.”

“Basketball,” you corrected, taking a sip.

“Exactly,” Bela smirked.

“How good are the tickets? He doesn’t really follow it either,” you continued, worried they’d be in an embarrassing section.

“I think he said something about getting the label’s box for the game?” She tried to play innocent.

You almost spit out your drink. “The entire box?”

“It’s not floor seats’ exposure, but it will be worth it at least. I think he said he called in a favor with Dick?”

“Dick Roman is giving Dean access to his exclusive luxury box at the Staples Center?” You were floored, you opened your phone and googled who they were playing. “Holy fuck, they’re retiring Kobe’s number tomorrow. It’s going to be insane. There’s no way that box isn’t gonna be packed, but at least you can bump elbows with the uppity ups.”

“Kobe Bryant, yeah? He was quite prolific,” Bela seemed pleased.

“Uh, yeah, played his whole career here,” you added, but put your phone away. Unwilling to text Dean a ‘wtf’ text while you still had another hour of drinks and foodstuffs to get through. “What are you going to wear?”

Bela slid her most compelling face on. “I was hoping we could find something together. It’s been ages since we drunk shopped. Plus, it’s the holidays so I will need to be a bit tipsy if I want to deal with the crowds.”

You had literally nothing left to buy for Christmas, but drunk shopping was a time-honored tradition between the two of you. Plus, it was fun watching Bela work her magic and pull a stunning outfit together out of seemingly discordant pieces.

“Three stores and I’m getting my own ride home, missy,” you warned with a firm pointer finger.

“Of course!” Bela chuckled and tucked into her eggs, eyes flitting back to you with conspiratorial delight.

You finished off your mimosa and finally saw to your french toast.

Bela’s driver took you to all of her favorite haunts and naturally she weaseled her way in to see the best stylists, at least those who were actually on hand on the Sunday afternoon before Christmas. At Sister Jo’s boutique, the owner herself greeted Bela with a double cheek kiss and hug.

“What are you doing here? Wait, don’t tell me, you need an outfit asap because your little rocker boy toy needs arm candy,” the woman, who was actually named Anael, teased.

“You know me too well,” Bela replied. “This is my dear friend, Y/N, and we’re a bit on the tilt from brunch, but I simply had to come see you. I need something casual and sexy. It’s for a basketball game.”

You waved as she nodded in your direction, not wanting to break the momentum.

Anael frowned and looked Bela over, with much consideration. Then she hummed before asking, “how do you feel about hats?”

Nearly two hours and a top off on champagne later (to keep your buzzes going), you and Bela walked out of the shop with a bag each and a receipt ensuring Bela would be back in the morning for the alterations on the remaining garments.

“Well, I’d say that was a successful outing,” Bela said with pride, the pink in her cheeks the only hint of her lingering inebriation.

“I’d say,” you agreed, opening the back door of her pre-ordered ride. “I still can’t believe they had something that would work for me for New Year’s.”

Bela waited on the curb until she could slide in the other side, but continued your trail of thought. “Anael is good people, if she likes something, she carries it. Doesn’t matter the size or price, she is all about how an outfit makes you feel,” Bela explained.

“Well, it worked, because I just spent more on myself than I have the entire year because of how good it felt on, so I get it,” you said, patting the bag at your feet.

Bela confirmed your address with the driver and then hers, thanking them for going out of their way in a way that she wasn’t actually apologizing for being a burden.

“You got eyes on you lady,” the driver warned, pointing towards the corner where a camera lens was trained on the car.

“Ignore them, they’ll find someone else before they follow us very far,” Bela promised and you could see her almost glaring at the rearview mirror for the driver to get the lead out.

You sat on the couch in your robe and sleep pants, hair still wet and wrapped on top of your head. You had crashed for a late afternoon nap after shopping and had rebounded with a blissfully long shower and skincare treatment. Now you watched mind numbing television and plotted out your schedule for the coming week. Even though it was cut short with holiday travels, it was full-to-bursting with things to get done.

You sighed and dragged out your suitcase from under your bed, dropped it on the couch and unzipped it to start packing. At least you could watch something while you organized.

Just after ten your phone buzzed with a text message. You ignored it for a minute until you could find the remote beneath your pile of socks and paused your Lord of the Rings rewatch.

You stared at the conversation with the movie still paused, dumbfounded. One, that Dean sent you a goodnight text of all things and secondly that he was going to willingly give Bela his phone to post on social media about them. Because it’s not official until they’re both posting each other, or so they say. This was going to be big for the fan girls. You already knew Becky would be emailing you the second she saw it. But as far as fanclub presidents went, she wasn’t the worst. Then again, she would be more than a little bitter if Sam and Madison were the ones flaunting their relationship.

You put a reminder in your calendar to cover an extra sweep of SM while you were waiting out Dean’s interview Tuesday morning and then you tossed your phone back amongst your clothes. You were done for the night and so you shoved your half-packed suitcase on the floor and restarted the movie.

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Chapter Twelve: Hook

#spotless series #dean winchester fanfiction #dean/reader #dean/bela #slow burn #rockstar au #fake dating

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aiitheoutsinfree · 1 year

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I Love The Night

Annie Leonhardt x Reader

Word Count: 1582

Warnings: Break ups, mention of Mikasa’s parents, mention of juvie, abandonment issues

Summary: Mikasa ends things between you and her, but in doing so, starts something better between you and Annie.

AUs: Modern!AU

Notes: I based this fic on this cover!

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That night her kiss told me it was over

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This trip feels off in a concerning way.

You’re at Sasha’s, enjoying what was supposed to be a very sunny Spring Break at her family’s lakeside house. When all of you arrived it started raining, but you can’t hear it anymore, the sound fading into the music.

The welcome party started off fun, but it very quickly became uncomfortable. Everyone keeps looking at you, steering clear of you, and you don’t like it.

“Mika, can we please go to bed? I don’t like how everyone keeps staring and avoiding me. Sasha looks uncomfortable, and I know that if she didn’t want me here, she’d have told me.”

Mikasa sighs, pulling me to Sasha’s room. When she closes the door, she backs you against it, kissing you. You can’t decipher why she seems so eager, can’t tell why she’s so insistent, but it doesn’t bother you at the moment. You pull back from the kiss and see Mikasa crying. You try to bring a hand to her cheek to wipe away the tears, but she pulls away and looks to the side.

“I was hoping they could let me wait to do this, but I guess not.”

“Do what?”

“Jean and I are going to start dating again. I was hoping to tell you after the trip was over, so we could have more good memories together. I told the others to leave you alone, but I think they took it too literally.”

“Y-you’re what? Mika, he ditched you.”

“Y/N, tread carefully. Don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

“You told me you loved me, Mikasa! You said I was your first love, that he abandoned you!”

At that, her eyes glass over, you can’t even tell what she’s feeling. When she speaks, it’s with a cold voice, wobbling slightly.

“Y/N, you were a distraction. I tried telling you that you were only ever going to last until he came back. Now, let’s get back to the party.”

You scoff, “Fine, you wanna shut me out? I’m gonna get some air. I can’t stand being here with you.”

Her eyes widen before you turn away, and it seems for a second like she’s going to try and stop you. You hope she does.

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I went out late into the dark, the misty gloom seemed to soak up my sorrows

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You leave the room, head back down to everyone else, grab a drink from a very terrified Connie, and go outside. The rain must have stopped a while ago, because the landscape has a thick layer of fog coating it. You see the pier that Sasha’s family set up and go sit on the edge of it, taking a drink every now and then as you try and calm yourself down.

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The further I went on, I felt a spreading calm

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As you sit, you reflect on what you and Mikasa had been through together. The sleepless nights when Eren went to juvie for beating up Jean in your sophomore year, when she’d get jealous because she thought Hitch, Pieck, or Annie were getting too close to you for her liking. She’d helped you through your trust issues after Reiner, Annie, and Bertholdt moved when all of you graduated, gone without a word. As an ingrained part of their small group, you’d felt so betrayed, but now you just hope they’re okay.

You think back to the inciting incident that led to your relationship, her getting left by Jean. She was so hurt, and while you’d had a crush on her for a while before then, you didn’t expect anything from her. She’d said that’s what drew her to you, that you didn’t feel entitled to her attention or love. It could be that you’re still raw, but the sentiment leaves you bitter.

You thought of how you’d held her after the death of her parents, having to move in with Levi. God, what was this gonna do to your relationship with him? He was like a big brother to you. The same with Eren and Armin, they followed her like puppies, and you feared she’d tell them to leave you alone.

You hear footsteps behind you, and turn quickly to see who’s approaching. If it’s her you might decide to take a late night swim to avoid her.

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Then suddenly my eyes were bathed in light, and the lovely lady in white stood by my side

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A light flashes at you, and you quickly cover your eyes. You hear a muttered sorry, and when the light turns off it takes you a second for your eyes to readjust. When they do, your eyes widen at the sight of Annie Leonhardt not even two or three feet away. She raises one of her brows at you.

“I see you’d like to be alone.” As she turns to leave, you reach out, tugging the sleeve of her white hoodie lightly.

“Could you please stay?”

She huffs, and sits down next to you.

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She said, “Like me I see you’re waking alone, won’t you please stay?”

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“I had come here to say sorry we left, though I’ve heard that’s the least of the problems on your mind tonight.”

You give her a warning look, “Annie.”

She shrugs, “I’m just saying, you dodged a bullet. If she’s willing to get back with horseface after what he pulled with Eren, then she doesn’t deserve you.” You scoff.

“And what, you do?”

“Frankly, no. I don’t think any of us would, besides Historia or Sasha…if they weren’t taken.”

You look at her side profile, how she looks in the moonlight. She looks ethereal, and you almost laugh when you remember how many times she’d called herself ugly because of her nose. Almost, because you can’t find it in yourself to distract her from whatever she’s looking at in the stars. Almost, because for the thousandth time since you’d met her, you’d seen how gorgeous she is.

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I couldn’t look away

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“I love the night.”

“Huh?”

She doesn’t turn to you, “The day’s okay, but the night’s so much calmer, like a held breath’s been let out. It’s beautiful, to me at least.”

Though corny, you can’t make yourself look away from her, “Yeah, it is.”

When she turns slightly to look at you, you see the blush on her face.

“Listen, I know tonight has been horrible, and that you won’t be okay for a long time.”

“Right…?”

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There’s so much I can show and give to you, if you will welcome me tonight

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“I want to help you through it, but you have to know this first.”

You tilt your head, looking at her curiously. She takes in a deep breath, sighing it out.

“I’ve wanted to be with you for a very long time, and sometimes I’ve thought you did too. I want you to know this so that you’re fully aware of where I’m coming from. I want you to know…so you don’t feel pressured to reciprocate my feelings.”

Your eyes widen, and you feel your pulse quicken.

She continues, “If that’s alright with you, I’d like to kiss you. If we do kiss, though, I don’t want to be a rebound. I don’t want to be your distraction, or your way to get back at her.”

When you continue staring, she leans close to you.

“If at any point you want me to stop, then tell me to stop, okay?”

When you nod, she presses her lips to yours, and it’s like the whole world pauses around you. It feels urgent and eager like the last kiss you’d shared with Mikasa, but it feels more caring. In comparison it feels less like she’s pulling from you, like Mikasa had been, and more like she’s giving to you. As though she’s breathing new life into your heart after it’d been broken.

You pull back for air, and your eyes and heart soften when Annie looks panicking for a second. You cup her cheek before she can start apologizing. You look at her sadly.

“Annie, I’d love to give you a chance, but I don’t know if we can survive the distance, you going to Marley and all.” At that she laughs, and the sound makes your heart swell. When she starts speaking again, it’s with a deep blush that goes down her neck.

“Y/N, this is gonna sound really desperate, but I tried my hardest to graduate early so I could spend more time here, with you.”

“Oh Annie, that’s so romantic.”

She hides her face in her hoodie, “Shut up.”

You move your hand to grasp hers, doing the same with your other hand.

“Annie, if you’d be willing to let me sulk for a few weeks, I’d be more than happy to go on a date with you.” She looks at you, a smile on her face and tears in her eyes.

“I’m not gonna waste this, Y/N. I promise.”

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You think of Mikasa, and what she meant to you. You wonder what you meant to her, because she was always hard to read, her eyes betraying nothing but in rare instances.

You look at the usually stoic Annie Leonhardt. Tears pouring, with a smile bright enough to rival the sun itself even in the cold, dark night. You can see how she looks at you.

You see the love in her eyes, and it makes you smile back.

#annie leonhardt x reader #annie leonhardt x you #annie leonhart x reader

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kahlanmars · 11 months

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BAD FEELING part. 8

HIIII, I did have some troubles with the story but I'm here now!

MASTERLIST (parts 1 - 7)

8. The Interview

*gif not mine*

You wake up sweaty and crying.

A murderer, you are a murderer, you are a killer, you are a monster.

«Haymitch!» You scream, panic in your voice. He comes close and hugs you tight, allowing you to kiss him through the tears. He doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t cuddle you like you are a kid, but he stays there.

«I’m sorry I woke you up.» You whisper, when you are calmed down a bit. Gosh he had the roughest night and he has to console you.

«Nonsense.» He replies, but you know he is tired, his eyes are baggy and puffed and his hands are trembling.

«You were having a rough night and I…» He stops you with a kiss.

«And you cleaned up my mess and stayed with me. Stop. This. Nonsense.»

You shut up and kiss him again. You feel guilty because you get to kiss this amazing guy and that man is dead, but most of all you feel guilty because you don’t. You tighten his embrace and pepper kisses on his face. It’s weird how different he can be at night.

You are not feeling guilty because the man you killed was a violent rapist. One less in the world. You murdered him and now he won’t assault other victors. And you were protecting the people you loved. You were protecting them. You repeat that to yourself like a mantra.

«Are you feeling better?» You ask him with a concerned look on your face.

«Yes, sweetheart, I feel better. Sleep, we have a rough day ahead of us.»

You would really want him to know you understand. You may not get completely what he experienced, but you get what an addiction is. He is severely traumatised.

You are in love with him. You may be dead in two days and you are in love with someone for the first time, and you know Holly wouldn’t be pleased - a grumpy man fifteen years older than you. But if a miracle happens and you win the games (the only chances are whatever happened to Annie Cresta, maybe), you are sure you want to spend the rest of your life with him.

He doesn’t get to say a word about it.

Today is the day of the interview. Today is the last day you have to pretend to be a perfect princess to survive.

You just decided.

The preparation team comes in the morning, so you make sure you are in your room and not Haymitch’s and you wait for them to arrive. Everybody is still sleeping, Katniss and Peeta included.

«Girl, hi! You were so good, a TEN? We may have a winner this year!» You hear Portia’s voice and go to hug her. You don’t think Twelve will have a winner this year, you are probably dead already and you can’t even mention Clark winning it, but what could you say? “No, I’m gonna die”? No, you have to play pretend.

«I’ve thought of something pretty special for you.» She can’t contain the excitement from her face.

«I’m in your hands.» You assure her.

The next two hours are fully dedicated to preparation and when you get to look yourself in the mirror you remember how happy you were the first time someone made you this cute. Sure, you hate the Capitol, but you can’t help it, you love fashion, dresses and make up. Just not as much as you love, you know, staying alive.

Your raven hair is silky smooth, your eyes are painted with silver glitter but the dress is what is really stunning. Blue and silver, with diamonds on the shoulders and the neckline, long lace sleeves and a massive gown. You look like an ancient goddess of nature, not a twenty-four year old tribute.

«You are a princess!» Portia is behind you, looking at her masterpiece. You don’t know who the interview will be, but there is no doubt the dress will be remembered.

«You think so?»

«Are you ready? We have to go or Effie will blame it on…» Haymitch appears in the room but soon his words fade. «Me.»

«Do I look good?»

He just nods until you are in the elevator, for Portia’s sake probably. Still, you are selfish and you really would want him just to scoop you up and kiss you in front of everybody. This is impossible, you know that.

«Do I look good?» You repeat, even if your friends at home would say against it. This is not a great technique, being utterly in love - in lust - with someone who can clearly notice it. You should play hard to get, maybe? But then again most of the people don’t die in two days, so you feel no shame in saying that you really like him.

«If only this elevator wasn’t transparent.» He winks at you and then, probably after a few words in his mind, he places a hand on your back.

«What would you do, mentor?» You grin, you can’t help it but flirt with him, especially on something that you like so much like the dresses.

«Teach you a few things, sweetheart.»

«Don’t call me sweetheart if you don’t want to kiss me!»

He stops you before you could go for a cuddle, because he knows you too much. «After, in the penthouse. I will be in the audience and Effie and Portia will be with you on the sofa.»

You bright up at the mention of your escort. «Do you think Effie will like the dress?»

«You are gorgeous, it’s impossible not to love it.» He says, clearly annoyed.

«Good. But to be fair she is gorgeous-gorgeous, like naturally a goddess so I don’t think it counts.»

He rolls his eyes. «I don’t even want to know if I need to be jealous.»

«You should just keep an eye on us.» You joke.

Turns out you are not that ready for an interview.

«That I don’t mind.» He kisses you on the cheek, and in a moment you are ready for the interview.

You are a little ashamed of yourself for being scared. You love people, you love talking, and you actually like being Panem Sweetheart when they don’t talk about puking to eat more or bullshit like that. You wanted to be a teacher, you are not exactly an introvert.

Then why are you so nervous?

You want Effie or Portia, they would bring you up. In situations like these you always want your friends.

You really, really tried not to think about your friends at home, because if you think about them you wonder if they watch you, if they have food for the month, how are the kids at school and the one you babysit. You miss Madge, the major’s daughter. She is a little younger than you, Katniss’s age, but you two bonded while you cleaned the major’s house.

Now is not the time to think about it, Daisy.

«So, District 12. Do you miss home?» Caesar asks. This year he has a purple wig, less beautiful than last year’s one. He is in front of you and he still manages to look like he's on television. No wrinkles, no flaws, very Capitol. It’s kinda scary.

«Of course I miss home, I miss the children. I wanted to be a teacher, and I’m a babysitter. I was.» You correct yourself with a bright smile. «But I discovered I like dresses and fashion.»

«Really? Not many tributes say thay!» Yeah, maybe because we are dragged here to slaughter each other.

«Oh well, Caesar, I have to say that Capitol City surprised me, but the people are very nice!» Liar liar. The only nice people in the Capitol are Effie and Portia, and from what you saw, Cinna. But of course you can’t tell that to Caesar Flickerman, Panem's most beloved showman. «And thanks to my escort, Effie Trinket, I now know what it feels to be pretty.»

If President Snow got to threaten Effie because of you he is aware you love her so much, so for what it’s worth you want her to have the recognition she deserves.

«You seem very fond of your escort.»

«Yeah, I mean, Effie is a genius, and so is my mentor, Haymitch Abernathy. I wouldn’t have been able to have a ten without them, I have a chance thanks to them. And to Portia, who designed this beautiful dress!» You really want Effie to be happy, but you feel like you have to mention your entire team. You can see Haymitch in the audience, nodding at you.

«Oh, and this beautiful dress is for someone in particular? Like a suitor?»

«Not exactly. No, mom, I don't have a boyfriend!» You look directly at the camera, and you hear that the people in the audience are laughing. Good. «But I do like someone.»

«A boy from your district?» Caesar leans towards you, like you are gossiping in the market. You play along.

«A man from my district. The most awesome and handsome and intelligent man I know.»

«So you have to win for him.» He takes your hand. As much as you despise Capitol City, you don’t think Caesar Flickerman is a bad person. He is really trying to make you look good, maybe he is like Effie, simply livin’ in luxury, not aware of what happens in the districts.

«I will win for me. But yeah, I think he will be a good bonus!»

You are quickly dismissed with a lot of claps. It went well.

You want to go to the penthouse, but Clark is there and truth to be told you don’t even want to listen to him, your interview went well and you just want to go back to relax for the last time, but of course your mentor and escort are not only yours, so you have to wait on the sofa with Effie and Portia.

«You are a talent, girl! When you will be out of the arena I will make you a star!» Effie is not delusional, so she must be a real hopeful woman to say when and not if. Or maybe she really loves you. You hug her tight, just in case, and she gives you a kiss on the cheek like Haymitch did before.

«If I win for a miracle I want to become a dressmaker.» You decide. Not a fancy one, just for the district. You like clothes too much.

«I expect nothing less, darling girl.»

«Will you be my first model?»

«I will be honoured.»

She smiles at you. You made the right decision earlier, you couldn't risk her. Not Effie.

«Let’s watch Clark, then you have to tell me about this man of yours.»

You roll your eyes - everybody knows you and the other tribute don’t get along, there’s no point in deny it - but stay there to be with them.

«So, Clark, tell us about you. You are from District 12.» Caesar tries really hard to make the guy shine, but all the answers Clarke gives him are dry, laconic and terse. You know he doesn’t want to be there, not shit, you are not really fond of interviews on your last day on earth either, but sponsors could be watching. Doesn’t he want food, supplies and medicines too?

You don’t listen to what he says until he tells Caesar something which catches your attention.

«I don’t think I will win, if I have to be honest.» Liar. He is arrogant and you can see it in his eyes, maybe that’s the strategy he decided with Haymitch. To be… you don’t know what’s the word, pathetic?

«Oh c’mon don’t say that! You are strong, you have a fit body, don’t be humble!»

You know before he could open his mouth that he has an asset. It’s written all over his bloody disgusting face.

«Well, it would be easier if my fellow tribute didn’t sleep with our mentor. Really helps with the sponsors.»

Fuck. You are gonna kill him.

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ahonice · 1 year

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strange

quinn hughes x fem reader

warnings: angst, time skips, drinking alcohol, kinda a happy ending ?? im not sure

word count: 2.5k

song: strange by celeste

🎧 isn’t it strange, how people can change. from strangers to friends, friends into lovers, and strangers again

(*** is a time skip)

it was a saturday night in vancouver and your friends had decided to celebrate your birthday a little early because unfortunately your birthday fell on a tuesday this year and no one would be able to go out then because your whole friend group had big girl jobs now.

you wore a tight black mini dress and black heels, you knew you would regret it in a few hours but right now it was the only thing you wanted to wear. knocks were heard by your dog max and he went crazy, notifying you that your friends had arrived.

“ok girl, your first present is this!” annie pulled out a hot pink sash that says birthday girl on it with a matching headband. “i know it is over the top, but you are over the top and everyone needs to know it’s your birthday” annie was correct, i loved attention i craved it in a way. “first of all i love it and second of all lets go i need to get drinks in my system.”

the club was busy as expected but you could not have been more excited, you loved big crowds and couldn’t wait to meet as many people as possible tonight. “i am going to the bar, you girls find a table.” the group of four girls quickly walk off as you head towards the bartender. “can i get a pineapple mojito and a shot of pineapple bacardi please?” the bartender nodded and wrote down my ticket. “you like pineapple i assume, i’m quinn.” you turned a little to my right and saw him, a very attractive man in a suit. “i do like pineapple, i’m y/n” “i see it is your birthday, how old are you turning?” “23.” “oh nice, i am 23.” the conversation was cut due to my drinks being ready. as i reach to pay quinn catches the bartender's attention, “put all her drinks on my tab for the night.” “you really don’t have to do that, i can pay for myself.” “the birthday girl should never pay, you wanna go find a table i would like to talk to you more.”

you ended up sitting at the table your friends had found, all four of them were now on the dance floor. “so tell me about yourself.” quinn started the conversation, “well i’m y/n, but you already know that, i’m a teacher at a primary school and i have a dog named max.” it was short but sweet. “i am quinn and i play hockey professionally.” his was even shorter. throughout the night you continued to tell quinn all about yourself, but he never said anything more about himself just that he played hockey. he continued to order you drinks and have them placed onto his tab, all of them having pineapple in them.

as 3am came around quinn had to leave so you quickly exchanged contact information and went on in separate ways, you quickly running up to your friends.

“oh there she is we didn’t get to see you at all tonight, that boy was hogging you. who is he?” i felt bad, i came here with my friends and i hadn’t even done so much as take a shot with them. “lets take a shot and then go get food somewhere.” and that is exactly what we did.

*the next morning*

why did the sun have to be so bright, you curse yourself for having allowed yourself to drink so much. quickly scrolling through your phone you see a text from that boy you met last night.

quinn: hey, i had such a good time talking to you last night. i would love to meet you for lunch today.

looking at your phone you realized that it was 4pm and way too late for lunch so you quickly responded with an apology.

y/n: hey i had a great time too, i honestly just woke up and now it is too late so i apologize, but if you wanted to get dinner together i am free!

quinn: i would love to, can i pick you up at 6:30?

y/n: yea thats great, let me send you my address.

you quickly got into the shower, you had slept in your makeup and your dress and heels so you felt gross. and it was soon 6:30.

quinn: hey i am here.

y/n: kk i will be right down i just have to feed my dog.

you run down the stairs to the front of your building and see quinn standing outside his car, “hey y/n, let me get the door for you.” quinn is a gentleman, opening doors for you and paying for you. he takes you to chipotle, neither of you looking fancy enough to go anywhere other than fast food, but it didn’t matter cause who doesn’t love chipotle.

“i can pay for myself you know.” you didn’t mean to sound bitchy, but it kinda came off that way. “i’m sorry that sounded rude, but i just feel bad if you continue to pay for things.” “i know that, but if my mom found out i wasn’t being a gentleman to you i would be in trouble.”

***

over the course of the next few months quinn and you had become best friends, always hanging out after he was done with practice and you were off work. you had began going to all his games that took place on home ice, wearing his jerseys or canucks hoodies everytime.

“how long have you guys been together?” you had gotten used to being asked that question, if no one knew either of you two personally than it would definitely seem like you and quinn were dating. “oh we’re not dating, just friends.” that was always your answer to those who didn’t know of your relationship with the hockey player. “i’m sorry, it’s just how you’re always here and in his clothes i just assumed–” “it’s fine, you didn’t know” sighing as the woman quickly leaves to attend to the rest of the significant others. you didn’t mean to snap at her, it just gets exhausting having to constantly tell others that you were not dating the guy you so badly wanted.

***

it was soon your birthday again, you went out to the same bar with the same friends except this time quinn would be joining you. you were sat down as quinn walked over to you, “one pineapple mojito for the birthday girl, and two shots of pineapple bacardi for the both of us.” one drink turned into three and you couldn’t even keep track of how many shots quinn had gotten you, but somehow you ended up on the dance floor with a random man’s hands wrapped around you. he was cute, but he wasn’t quinn. which is why your back stayed against his chest, but you can feel eyes on you that don’t belong to the man you are grinding on.

“hey y/n, who is this?” you quickly open your eyes to see quinn standing, quite angrily, in front of you. “oh um this is–” you curse yourself for not even learning this guy's name. “i’m ethan, nice to meet you bud but um this is kinda a bad time, i was about to ask y/n if she wanted to head out of here.” “yea that is not happening, bud, y/n let's go, we're going home.” i didn’t even protest as he dragged me out of the bar, but once we were outside it was a different story. “what the hell quinn, what is your problem?” “what is my problem? what is your problem? you don’t even know that guy and you’re all over him the whole night not even giving me a second of your time.” “so what if i don’t know him, i’m not hurting anyone by dancing with him.” “you’re hurting me, y/n, i have liked you ever since we met and for the past year you haven’t noticed it.” “quinn it is not my responsibility to notice that you like me, you should’ve manned up and told me yourself.” why was quinn acting like it was too late, it wasn’t too late. “it’s not too late to tell me you know.” trailing off as you finish your sentence almost too scared to finish it. “y/n i like you and i have from the second i saw you at the bar last year, i’ve been too much of a coward to tell you because i was scared of how you would react and i am sorry for that, but seeing you with him tonight just made me crazy and i need you to know that i like you y/n.” “i like you too quinn, i always have.”

***

you and quinn had now been together for three months now and it was going great, tonight was opening night for the canucks so you were dressed in quinn’s jersey and talking to the other significant others. “i thought you and quinn weren’t dating?” i turned to face the woman who had asked me about our relationship a little under a year ago, in the time being i had learned her name was hanna and she was dating elias peterson. “well we weren’t when you asked me, but now we are. we’ve been together for a couple of months.” “that is great, elias always complained to me about how much quinn talked about you before you guys got together.” “that’s sweet.” it really was, the game had started and you and everyone else kept your eyes focused on the ice below us.

Once the game had ended you waited for quinn to exit the dressing room talking to hanna until elias had walked out, quinn following him seconds later. you said goodbye to the couple before walking out with your boyfriend. “i heard some things about you today.” you giggled out. “oh yeah really? what was it?”

***

today was once again your birthday, marking you turning 25 as well as your anniversary with quinn. you were going out to that same club as you have for the past two years but this time you were going with just quinn, your friends had insisted that you celebrate your birthday/anniversary alone and they would celebrate with you a different night.

although this was you and quinn’s one year anniversary you two had never said i love you, or at least he hasn’t. you said it one night and he didn’t respond, he just stood there staring at you. after a few moments of the awkward silence you apologized before walking out, that was seven months ago and neither of you had said it again, even if you wanted to really badly.

“here is your pineapple mojito babe.” quinn handed you your drink. “have you ever had anything but this drink? i swear i have never ordered you anything else.” he continued talking about the drinks he thinks you would like. “should i order you one? it has pineapple in it so i know you would like it… y/n” you hadn’t responded to his questions making him concerned. “huh, wait what were you talking about?” “what is on your mind babe are you okay? you’ve been distant all night.” he keeps staring at you that is makes you want to break down, you don’t know when your relationship started to fall apart but all you know is that right now it is the worst it has ever been. “i love you quinn.” he doesn’t respond. “did you hear me, i said i love you.” “i heard you.” “than why won’t you say it back, we’ve been together for long enough–” “because i don’t, i don’t love you y/n i’m sorry.” you felt like your world came crashing. “how long have you not loved me, because i know that i have always loved you.” “i don’t think i ever loved you.” you couldn’t even stop your tears from falling out of your eyes. “i’m sorry babe i just–” “don’t babe me quinn, how dare you.”

the two of you continued to fight until 3am when the club closed. you didn’t even care that the whole time you were fighting everyone around you could hear, it probably ruined their night but whose night could’ve been worse than yours. you had finally stopped crying a little bit after they announced last call. “y/n i’m sorry about all of this i really am, i wish i could love you but i can’t. i’m going to go back home, can you get yourself an uber?” how was he acting like everything was okay when it wasn’t, was he even remotely upset that you two had broken up? “can you close out the tab too?” he was already at the door when he asked, he wasn’t even asking at that point. you didn’t even say anything you just nodded. quinn soon left, both the bar and your life, and all you could do was cry.

***

one year later you were back at that club to celebrate your 26th birthday with your friends and your new boyfriend, ethan, the guy you had met the night you started dating quinn. turns out he was also a teacher, but a physical education teacher and he worked at a primary school a few minutes from yours. you guys had rekindled at a school board meeting.

the whole night was going great until he walked in, quinn. why was he here? he knows that this is the club you go to on your birthday, was he doing this on purpose? was he hoping to see me tonight? as much as you would like it to bother you, it doesn’t. you are so happy with ethan, someone who actually loves you.

you don’t give quinn a single glance the whole night, but you were aware of the glances he giving you thanks to your boyfriend who kept informing you. “he looks pissed, oh shit he is coming over.” and before you knew it quinn was right there smiling at you. “happy birthday y/n, it’s been awhile.” yea it has been because you dumped me on my birthday and never spoke to me again, elias and hanna had to get our stuff from each others places because you refused to see me. “it has been, but that is not my fault.” you could hear ethan chuckle at that one. “well if you don’t mind i would like to continue enjoying my night with my friends and my boyfriend.” you gestured over towards ethan. “it’s nice to see you again, quinn is it?” he knew what his name was, he just wanted to piss him off as much as possible just for what he did to you. you loved that about ethan, he would do anything for you. “yea i’m quinn, but anyways y/n it was nice to see you again.” and with that he walked away, but i didn’t care because the second his back was towards you, you put all your focus back onto your boyfriend and friends. the ones who truly loved you.

a/n: i started writing this when i was really drunk and listening to sad songs, but i think i like this one. we can thank the frats jungle juice for helping me make whatever this is. also i literally don’t know if this is a happy ending or not lmao cause it is but it isn’t at the same time. also this is not proof read so if it has grammatical errors than ignore it.

#quinn hughes #quinn hughes imagine #nhl imagine #nhl #angst #fanfic #fluff #canucks #hockey #ahonice #ahonice writes

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pickalilywrites · 5 months

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Aruani fic. Armin is nervous about his first date with Annie on Christmas. Asks advice from his friends.

i don't write aruani a lot so thank you for this!!! it was fun!!! happy holidays :)

holidate to-do list

aruani. college au. 2205 words. read on ao3.

Armin's friends are piled up on the couch. Some are even seated on the floor because of the lack of available seats, but they don’t seem to mind. They sit in the dark, attentive as if they’re waiting for a movie to start when in reality they’re awaiting Armin’s upcoming presentation. The nervous marine biology student fidgets nervously in front of them, adjusting his sweater vest and tugging at the sleeves of his button up. In one hand he holds a clicker for his upcoming presentation.

One of Armin’s friends, Reiner Braun, raises his hand. “Can I ask that we skip over the reproduction cycle of whatever rare aquatic animal you’re going to be covering today?” he asks. “Because I think all these fish are cool and all, but hearing about how they reproduce really makes them seem so much less majestic afterward and I would like to cling onto whatever little wonder I have left for the world.”

“Weren’t you the one who said you would fuck a mermaid or a fishman?” Ymir asks. She’s sitting on a stool beside the couch, one arm thrown casually over Historia’s shoulder.

“That’s different,” Reiner says dismissively.

Armin clears his throat. “So, two things. First thing: this isn’t about fish or any kind of marine life. Second thing: If I were to give a seminar about marine life, I couldn’t possibly leave out reproductive cycles as they’re essential to any organism’s life cycle.”

“I guess that’s fair,” Reiner sighs.

“We are gathered here today to discuss a very important issue,” Armin continues before hitting the button on his clicker so that the slides appear on the blank wall behind him. The title slides have falling snowflakes and the words Planning the Perfect First Date in Times New Roman. “I am requesting your input on how to plan my perfect first date with a Miss Annie Leonhardt.”

The group of friends let out a chorus of oohs and Connie remarks, “Oh, I was wondering why she wasn’t here.”

“Not me,” Mikasa says. “I just assumed that you intentionally left her out.”

Mikasa and Annie’s rivalry is a strange one. The two are very similar: intelligent, of few words, and intensely loyal to their friends. Maybe it’s because they’re so similar that they clash so often. If Armin were to pick an incident that instigated the unspoken rivalry between the two girls, he would probably have to cite that time in the freshman year when Eren had given Annie a passing compliment in the gym. The funny thing is, Eren had forgotten what he had said as soon as it left his lips and Annie didn’t care enough to pay attention to him. It’s a bit unclear why Eren complimenting Annie had soured Mikasa’s opinion of the icy blonde so much, but the memory of it had left a lasting bad impression. The two had never been on good terms to begin with, and that incident had permanently doomed any goodwill between them.

“Why can’t you just ask Annie out normally?” Eren asks, belatedly throwing up his hand. He only ever participates in lectures if Armin’s giving them out in front of friends, much to his professors’ exasperation. Otherwise, Eren’s brain goes on autopilot. The only reason he’s getting passing grades in his courses is because Armin keeps dragging him to study sessions in the library every other day.

“That is an excellent question, Eren, but I would appreciate it if you guys would save any questions you might have for the end of my presentation,” Armin says, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose with one hand. “You may find that the answers will be presented in my slides, and anything that isn’t covered can be explored in the Q&A session at the end.”

“I’m confused,” Marco says. “I thought you and Annie were already dating.”

“You are one of the only person who can tolerate her for extended periods of time,” Mikasa points out, which isn’t … untrue. If there is one thing that differs between Mikasa and Annie, it’s that Mikasa is much more sociable than Annie, who prefers her social circles to only consist of two or three people at most.

“I thought you two were dating, and I’m pretty much Annie’s best friend,” Mina adds.

“I know that being best friends with Annie is impressive, but you do know that you’re only competing with Armin for that spot, right?” Reiner asks. Unlike Mikasa, Reiner is on good terms on Annie or at the very least Reiner doesn’t seem to butt heads with Annie as much as Mikasa does.

“No, we’re just … it’s not official anyway and I wanted to ask her on the perfect holiday date to cement our status as an actual couple,” Armin says. He’s desperate to turn the attention back to his presentation, but it’s difficult with a large group of people with short attention spans.

“Holi-date!” Connie and Sasha shout in unison before bursting out into laughter.

“Look, Annie is special to me and I want to show her that I think she’s special in return,” Armin says. He clicks through a bunch of his introductory slides. They might never make it to the end at this rate, so he should just skip to the most important slides.

Armin skips straight to the slides with a list of Christmas-themed date ideas and stands nervously at the side, his hand bouncing nervously against his thigh. He shifts from side to side and waits for his friends to read the slides.

“These are just a few examples of what I was thinking,” Armin says after an appropriate amount of time has passed. He fiddles with the clicker in his hands and looks down at the floor in front of him instead of his audience. His oral presentation skills have improved since entering university, but they’ve completely evaporated now and he can only stare at the floor and stammer like a new university student introducing himself at orientation and struggling to think of a fun fact.

“That’s more than a few. That’s an extensive list. I bet if you printed it out, it’d be a foot or two in length,” Jean says, and Armin winces.

“I suppose I was a little enthusiastic about putting this list together,” Armin mumbles. He looks desperately at his friends. “Can you please help me decide what I should do with Annie on our first date? Deciding is one thing, but I also have to prepare for it to make sure everything is absolutely perfect.”

“Armin, it’s a really long list,” Historia says.

The slide is filled from top to bottom with text in 8 point font. Armin’s friends have to squint to read the activities listed, and Armin curses himself for not printing out a copy of the slides for everyone like he had initially planned. No wonder this is going horribly.

“How about we all vote for the ones we like and whichever one is the most popular is the one Armin goes with?” Mina suggests.

It’s not the method that Armin would have went with. He would have preferred that people picked the date activity they thought would be the best and have everyone defend their choice in a structured debate, but Mina’s suggestion would probably save a lot more time and frustration.

“Does everyone have pens and paper?” Armin asks, although he thinks he already knows the answer. He and his friends may be university students, but they’re also horribly underprepared when it comes to the spontaneous need for writing tools. He sighs and passes out pens and paper to all his friends.

“In our defense, you told us we didn’t have to bring anything,” Sasha points out, and she’s not wrong. Armin just didn’t expect nearly everyone to come completely empty-handed.

“Sasha and I brought popcorn,” Connie says, holding out a bowl of popcorn that he and Sasha had prepared in the kitchen before the presentation started. He offers some to Armin, who shakes his head, and Connie moves on to offer it to the rest of their friends.

After everyone is done writing down their choices on their papers, Armin reads them all and tallies them up. Somehow, he ends up with even more choices for holiday dates than he had started with, but he probably should have expected it. It would have been too easy if things ran smoothly.

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Armin waits outside of Annie’s apartment complex, shivering in the cold. The outfit Historia had chosen for him is better than any outfit he’s ever put together himself, but it’s not as warm as the puffy winter coats he typically wears. He huffs on his gloved hands and his hot breath against his freezing hands gives him a little bit of warmth.

Armin had allowed Historia to pick his ensemble today because Jean and Historia had been fighting over what Armin should wear to his first date with Annie. Jean argued that he should be able to pick the outfit as a fashion design major. Historia made the argument that she was consistently the best dressed person in their friend group to which Jean scoffed and said if everyone had as much money as Historia then everyone would be dressed just as nicely. To prevent the squabbling between his friends from growing into a full-blown argument, Armin had quickly suggested that Historia choose his outfit for when he asked out Annie and Jean pick his outfit for the date, and his two friends grudgingly agreed. So far, Armin has found that Historia has great style but doesn’t think very much about the practicality of the outfits she puts together.

“If you were going to wait outside in the cold, you should have worn a thicker coat,” Annie says, her sudden appearance making Armin jump. She raises an eyebrow as she takes in Armin’s wardrobe. “You look … nice.”

“Th-thanks,” Armin manages to respond. He’s not sure if he’s stammering because of his nerves or because of the cold. “I probably should have asked to meet in a café or somewhere warmer.”

“Oh, that’s fine. I don’t really mind the cold,” Annie says. She’s dressed in a knitted sweater and jeans, but she doesn’t seem to be shivering at all. “Did you want to go somewhere?”

“Ye-es,” Armin says, his voice breaking in the middle, and he coughs to clear his throat. “Actually, first I wanted to ask you out.”

“Ask me out?” Annie repeats. She purses her lips, head tilted slightly.

“Well, yes. Because, you know, I like you. A lot. And I want to go out with you,” Armin says. He had told himself he wouldn’t get nervous. After all, he and Annie spend so much time together that they’re practically dating already. Asking her out on an official date shouldn’t be that different, and yet he finds himself speeding through his words as if to get through his embarrassment as quickly as possible. “So I came up with a list of activities we could do together.”

Annie takes the list of holiday date ideas that Armin had printed out. It’s printed on two sheets of paper, front to back, and in 8 point font with half-inch margins. She has to bring the list closer to her face to read it. It’s impossible to tell what she’s thinking as her blue eyes scan the first page.

“They’re just … silly Christmas-themed date ideas, but I think it’d be fun if we could do one together,” Armin hears himself ramble. He doesn’t know if it would be better to just shut up or keep talking, but he decides that he’d rather avoid an awkward silence so he continues to talk. “I had a list and I had my friends vote on them. I thought they would all converge on one particular idea or maybe gravitate towards the same ones, but everyone had a different favorite. And then some people thought it would be a great idea to suggest even more date activities, and I couldn’t just ibgnore them after they’d been suggested -”

“Just one?” Annie asks, looking up from the paper.

Armin blinks. “What?”

“I can only pick one?” Annie asks. She tucks a lock of hair behind her ear. “Why don’t we just do all of them?”

“All of them?” Armin isn’t sure he’s heard correctly. “You … would you want to do all of them?”

Annie shrugs and glances down at the list again, flipping a page and then turning it to the back. “Well, I normally wouldn’t do a lot of these, but if it’s with you … I think it could be fun.”

Armin can feel his heart begin to flutter in his chest. “I … yeah, we could do all of it. I’d … I’d really love that.”

Annie smiles and raises a hand out for Armin to take. “Well, we’d better get started if we want to finish these anytime soon. You have a lot.”

Armin sees Annie’s hand extended towards him and he takes a moment to marvel at the sight of it before bounding over happily and taking his girlfriend’s hand, excited to begin checking off their Christmas date list together.

#aruani #armin arlert #annie leonhardt #snk #college au #requests #asks #answered #anon #anonymous

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ilguna · 1 year

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☼ deadly pt4 (Johanna Mason) ☼

summary; you and Johanna join the star squad to invade the Capitol.

warnings; swearing, death mention

wc; 2k

part one, part two, part three.

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“Do you have anything brighter?” You ask, face twisting at the sight of the flowers, “Or light? I was thinking white, pink, yellow…”

The clerk’s eye twitches, clearly done with you and your specific request that he’s been working on for the past thirty minutes. There’s not a doubt in your mind that he’s just throwing together shit to get you out of here faster.

“Miss, if you had preordered a bouquet—” He begins, impatience shining through.

You let out a sigh, rolling your eyes, “Yes, I know. You’d be able to meet my needs because you would’ve been able to order the flowers from a different district, and all that bullshit. I’ve heard it from the six other flower shops I’ve been to in the past week.”

He stares at you, probably deciding if this is worth it or not. He takes in a breath, “So why are you here, if you know that I don’t have what you need?”

“Because it’s urgent.” You tell him.

“Well, let’s hear it, then.” He crosses his arms.

“I don’t have time for that.” You shake your head.

He makes a face, tilting his head, “If your story’s good enough, I’ll pull the flowers from the other preordered bouquet’s, but I doubt you’ll be able to convince me.”

You let out a scoff, “All due respect, do you even know who I am?”

He looks you up and down, “Should I?”

“My name is (Y/n) (L/n), I’m a victor—was. I was a victor of the Hunger Games.” You begin, watching the wrinkles smooth from his face. The smug look is gone, “A few weeks ago it was the tenth anniversary of Johanna’s Games. And today marks ten years since Snow killed her entire family. I need flowers.”

“How many?” He asks, “How big are you thinking?”

“I have four tall and skinny vases, I can’t fit more than a few stems in each of them.”

He nods, turning around to leave the counter. You can’t help the small smile that crosses over your face. Finally, luck is on your side. You thought that you were going to be fucked. Of course, Johanna wouldn’t have known the difference if you didn’t show up with them, especially since you’ve got a load of other gifts that would take away from it.

You would know. She might not care, but you always have.

In the span of fifteen minutes, he’s able to put a bouquet together for you, helping you pick out the bright flowers, and telling you the meaning behind them. White lilies, pink carnations, white orchids, yellow tulips. He tells you why they’re important for the message you’re sending, but the gist is that they’re to offer support.

You compensate him greatly for the flowers, and the fact that they’re coming from other customers. He tells you to come back anytime you need, and to tell Johanna that he’s sorry for her loss. You wave goodbye, and then start the long journey back to your house in Victor’s Village to gather everything else you’ve bought in the past week.

You’ve had to throw together a gift basket—you can’t even call it that because half of what you’ve gotten wouldn’t even fit in a basket—at the last minute. You weren’t going to do this for her originally, since the two of you are still far from being friends. You might be neighbors, but that doesn’t mean you go out of your way to figure out what’s going on with her.

The details you do get about her are from people who don’t even live in District Seven, like Finnick. The two of them talk frequently enough that he knows way more about her than you do at this point. Which was upsetting at first, because you used to be the first person she would go to if she had something to say, and now you can’t even look her in the eye without feeling guilty.

However, it had been a few months since you last talked to Finnick. He’s dealing with his own kids and Annie, and you’re beginning to pick up more projects in Seven to feel useful. You can’t sit around for the rest of your life, as much as you wish your mind would let you.

Finnick sent you a letter a week ago, though. It was a couple pages long, and at first, it started with him telling you about what he’s been up to, and how Annie’s doing. He doesn’t bother with the Katniss updates anymore, considering she and Prim regularly keep up with you, as if you’re their own sister.

The more you continued to read, you began to realize that it wasn’t him trying to catch you up to speed with his life. It quickly transitioned into concern about Johanna and what she’s been up to. Apparently, she’s been expressing some concerning thoughts about herself and what she’s been through in the Capitol, knowing full well that Finnick can’t drop everything and save her. Even if he wanted to, he’s got other responsibilities now.

You almost sent back a letter telling him that it wasn’t your problem anymore. The day you broke up with Johanna was probably the best decision to make at that time. You’ll admit that you did regret doing it so harshly without thinking it through, but it took a lot of time to work through the anger that you felt towards her.

If the two of you had stayed together, you’re sure you would’ve ended up miserable.

You didn’t send Finnick the letter. Instead, you did some digging to find out why Johanna might be feeling this way, in the middle of summer, of all seasons. It’s the one time of year that she used to feel so bouncy and energetic during. She likes the heat, and being outside, and the breeze on her face. She’s all about being productive, so for her mood to take a twist like this was concerning for you, too.

When you found out that it was a couple of important anniversaries, you dropped all plans to organize this.

When you finally get back to your house, you have to find every bag of Johanna’s new belongings, pulling all of them onto your arms and carrying them next door. You knock on her front door a few times, waiting for her to answer it. After the fifth time, you realize that she’s not going to let you in.

You purse your lips, unhappy. You should’ve guessed that she wouldn’t answer the door if she’s feeling like this. You know how she feels about people showing up unannounced. Unfortunately, she’s going to have a bigger problem on her hands, because you’re not going home.

You do the irresponsible thing, and check to make sure her door is unlocked. It turns without issue, the door swings open slowly, letting out a creak because of the old hinges. You stand on the porch for another few seconds, staring into the abyss that’s Johanna’s home. You’re not sure how she navigates this place without any lights.

Either way, you step inside, leaving the door open for some light while you walk into her kitchen. Once every bag is on the counter and shows no threat of rolling off, you walk away. While heading to the front door, you open all the blinds, flipping open the locks and pushing up the windows to get some airflow through the house.

It doesn’t smell that bad, luckily, but the air is heavier.

You shut the front door, heading back into the kitchen. Before you can start with what you’ve planned, you go and clean the dishes in her sink, setting it on the drying rack when you’re done. Then, you rinse out the vases, cut the end of the stems of the flowers, fill the vases with water, and place the pre-arranged bouquets in each of the vases.

They smell beautiful.

You place one in front of the window in the kitchen, and place the last three in front of the windows in the living room, and one by the front door’s window sill. Immediately, the room feels lighter because of the color, and the fact that there’s flowers in here. You knew that there would be a difference.

Back in the kitchen, you pull out all of Johanna’s baking supplies, taking your time cleaning out the pie pan, the rolling pin, the whisk, and every other possible thing you’ll need. With still no sign of her, you go ahead and make the pie, place it in the oven, and clean the dishes.

While you wait for it to bake, you arrange the few baskets that you did buy, into categories. In the first one, you’ve got all of—what used to be—Johanna’s favorite bathroom products, at least when you knew her. Her favorite scented shampoo, conditioner, body wash, and shaving cream. You’ve got a new toothbrush, toothpaste, a set of bathroom rags and soft towels.

For the second basket, it’s things she’d want in her bedroom, like a whole new comforter set, and a few soft pillows to use. You also neatly fold clothes for the summer, stuffing them into the limited space you have. Shirts, shorts, jeans, tank tops, shoes, hats.

You move the baskets to the dining room table, which is right in front of the stairs. This is when you decide to move one of the vases onto the table, because it’ll look nicer than in front of the windows.

The timer goes off for the pie, so you return back to the kitchen to pull it out of the oven to cool. While you wait, you make the lemonade into a pitcher, and bring two glasses to the table, setting them down. Finally, you make the cold-cut sandwiches, placing them neatly onto a tray, alongside some fresh fruit and vegetables that you got today from the market.

And tonight, when it’s time for dinner, you’ll make her the same meal her mom used to make her on her birthdays.

When you come back into the dining room to set the food onto the table, you nearly jump out of your skin at the sight of Johanna standing on the stairs. You don’t look at her until the food is on the table.

Her lips are pressed together, eyebrows drawn in. You think she’s scowling at you at first, because she has all the reason to. You haven’t spoken to her in months, broke into her house, opened her blinds, and made food for yourself and her, and you didn’t even ask ahead of time.

Johanna’s hair has grown out since the last time you saw her. Ever since her time in the Capitol, she’s kept her hair pretty short, not wanting to grow it out any further. Now, it seems that it’s grown to the same length it was before the Quarter Quell. The only thing she’s missing is the dyed streak.

You watch as her bottom lip juts out suddenly, her eyes fluttering. She covers her mouth with her hand, shaking her head. You can see the tears begin to run down her face.

You start walking to her, arms out, “Come here, Johanna.”

She doesn’t argue, coming down the last couple of steps. You wrap your arms around her tightly, letting her sob into your shoulder. You can feel her tears on your skin.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You ask, placing a hand on the back of her head, “You know I would’ve been there for you.”

“I was scared.” She admits through tears, “I didn’t want you to send me away.”

“I’m here for you, Johanna.” You lean your head against her, “The last thing I want is to lose you, even if we’re not talking.

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erin-bo-berin · 2 years

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I have a request set in the Steve x Singlemom!reader verse, maybe have one where you stopped by Family Video and Steve’s boss is going off on Steve for having Abbie & Arabella in the store while he’s working and causing havoc and he calls reader a name (like a bitch or something) Robin defends you while Steve run after you and hugs you once he realizes you’re there to see him and he walks back in and goes to hand in his vest because no one talks shit about his wife and kids? If not your forte, then ignore this, but I love the way you write dad!steve -🦋

Thank you omg 🥺

And no one messes with Steve’s girls 😏

Part of the Dad Steve x SingleTeenMom!Reader ‘verse

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“Daddy, look!” Abbie ran over to Steve, a tape in her hand, “I found Dumbo!”

Steve laughed, picking her up.

“Are you, mommy and sissy going to watch that while I’m at work?”

“No, silly,” she giggled, “We waiting till you get home!”

“Thank goodness,” he sighed, putting a hand on his chest, relieved, “I wouldn’t want to miss out on the flying elephant.”

You, Abbie and Arabella had decided to visit Steve while he was at work and you’d promised Abbie she could pick out a few movies to rent.

Arabella was now toddling everywhere and you tried to keep up with her as much as you could, all while keeping your eye on your rambunctious four year old.

“Oh, Bella, no!” you cried, her nickname slipping out as you watched her pull off an entire row of tapes off the shelf.

“Ope, no worries. I got this,” Robin called jogging over.

“I’m so sorry,” you apologized, scooping Arabella up in your arms, “Can I help?”

Robin waved you off.

“It’s okay, accidents happen. Besides, our tiniest Family Video family member was just trying to pick out a good movie, weren’t you sweetheart?” Robin poked her side, making Arabella grin.

“Next time, I’m bringing the stroller. Something, anything,” you groaned, looking at the mess, “I’ll slip you a ten in the tip jar I swear.”

Robin laughed.

“And deprive my goddaughter from having fun? Never.”

You saw Abbie running back to the aisle she had came from minutes earlier.

“And there goes the other hooligan,” you sighed.

“Gotta tell you, Y/N,” Robin said, putting the last tape back and standing, “You’re a saint.”

“And to think Steve wants four more still.”

Robin looked horrified.

“Dingus, keep your dick in your pants already!”

He looked at her, baffled and you held back your laugh.

You heard a crash and cry.

“Mommy!”

You ran to the aisle Abbie was on and gasped at the fallen over cardboard cut out that had knocked over a pile of tapes.

“Abrielle,” you scolded, “I told you to be careful.”

Her lip trembled and you knew you were minutes away from a meltdown that would for sure send Arabella into one as well. It was definitely well past naptime.

“Harrington! Buckley!”

You jumped at a booming voice and looked up to see a stern looking middle aged man. This must be the newer boss.

Keith had left a few months ago and even though he’d been annoying, this new guy made him look like a saint.

“What the hell is going on here?”

Abbie clung to your leg, hiding behind it.

“Nothing, Charlie. Just cleaning up a little mess. Can you please stop yelling? You’re scaring my girls.”

His hard gaze focused on the disaster are of the aisle they all were currently occupying.

“I’m sorry, I knocked it over and caused a mess. I’m so clumsy,” you lied, not wanting to get Steve in trouble.

“What have I told you Harrington? No family visits during your shift if your bitch and brats are going to wreck my store!”

“Fuck off, Charlie. There was no one in the store and Y/N just dropped by to pick up the girls some movies. Don’t want us turning away a paying customer, would you?” Robin snapped.

“I don’t care. Look at the mess she made. Thanks a lot, bitch,” he spat at you.

Your face had paled and you instantly grabbed for Annie’s hand.

“Come on girls, we should get going. I’m so sorry,” you told the three, “I really am. I didn’t mean to cause any trouble.”

Steve had remained suspiciously quiet, but his face was thunderous.

“I’ll see you at home, Steve,” you mumbled, “Bye Robin.”

You hurried out of the store with both girls, face flaming in embarrassment.

“What the fuck, Charlie?!” Steve roared, the minute you were gone.

“Don’t you dare call my wife a bitch of my girls brats. They are my family and they did nothing wrong. You had no right to yell at her.”

He yanked off his green vest, tossing it at him.

“You know what? I quit.”

He stormed out, seeing you buckling the girls into your car.

“Y/N,” he called.

You whirled around and saw him.

“I’m so sor-”

“You have nothing to apologize for,” he said, wrapping you in his arms, “I’m so sorry you had to hear that.”

You hugged him back, face nestled in his chest. That’s when you realized his vest was gone. You were horrified at his answer when you asked him about a minute later.

“I quit. No one speaks to me or my family like that and gets away with it.”

“But Steve,” you panicked, “You need this job!”

“Don’t worry,” he chuckled, “Robin’s been trying to get him fired and replaced for months. I guarantee you she’s already on the phone with headquarters reporting him. I just quit working for him not Family Video.”

He smirked at your exasperation.

“Oh Steve,” you sighed, “Such the gentleman you are coming to our rescue.”

“What can I say?” he smiled, kissing your forehead, “My family is everything to me.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington fic #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #stranger things blurb #stranger things fic #stranger things fluff

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equestriagirl16 · 2 years

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Here’s a drabble of my personal TWST MC headcannon that’s more so just an OC headcannon tbh, but I digress.

I like to imagine that in a certain turn of events, especially since it isn’t specified in game, that Yuu/MC didn’t have anyone or anything back home. Honestly as angsty as it may seem, I want something other than the typical isekai scenario where when the time comes the MC must choose between two homes. While it’s a classic and I don’t hate it I would personally be beside myself, and just want a story that’s pure escapism. No trading anything for anything. The world that you ended up in is a world where you’re meant to stay.~

So one day when you’re with Crewel on an outing, getting some food that you’re sloppily devouring he simply says. “You're quite the messy little pup aren’t you, didn’t your mother ever teach you some manners.” As he carefully cleans you up.

“I don’t know, never had one.” The silence that followed was almost deafening and Crewel could only look at you with a mix between confusion and concern.

“S-Sorry just popped into my head!” You tried to quell his worries, but he just continued tidying you up.

“You…never had one?” His voice was low while he finished, you looked off awkwardly being ever so slightly embarrassed by the situation you created.

“I never had a dad either, I didn’t really have anybody. I don’t think I ever met them, or knew who they were. One of my earliest memories is just crying in a cradle surrounded by tons of others.”

“An orphanage?” You perked up at his correct guess.

“Yeah, it was! Don’t get me wrong it wasn’t some Annie scenario, the place was fairly decent. Cool people, good food, good teaching.” You trailed off for a moment as you deciphered your own thoughts and memories. It slowly but surely all started to come back to you.

“I wasn’t alone but, anyone who looked after me wasn’t around for long. Any friends I made eventually got adopted, while I just stuck around.”Crewel listened intently but you could feel the look of sympathy on his face staring you down.

“Before I knew it I grew up, and you know how it goes. The chances of anyone older than a child finding a home are slim. It’s funny how that works though, you think parents would want less responsibility but nah. Just another cute baby to smother in love.” You say the last part mockingly to lighten the mood, but the air remained thick. Still you found it hard to stop talking, as if you broken some damn you spent so long building up. It felt…good to tell him, and you didn’t really get why. No one else so far knew this story, you didn’t want them to. Crewel was so kind and nurturing to you though, he really was. He's the closest thing you have to a parent and this is what parents do right? They listen.

“I didn’t really think much of it though. I tried to make something of myself since I would only have a few years left in the place. I got a job, some money in my pocket, but I still felt so..” You paused taking a deep breath, a small twinge of pain seeping into your stomach. Crewel placed a warm hand on your back, moving it in circles to coax you on.

“I don’t know, directionless. I didn’t know what I wanted to do with myself, I just did what I had to. I didn’t have anyone to guide me through it, to support me. I was lonely.” You finally admitted to yourself as a sniffle left your throat, but tried hard to fight the tears.

“So one night, when I got off work, I ran into the nearest forest outside town.” You cleanched your fists and let out a shaky breath.

“I was so sad, and I had no idea why. I didn’t know if I was tired, or angry, or confused. The feelings were just so big.” A single tear rolled down your cheek. Crewel still continued to comfort you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look him in the eye.

“So, I went to a place where I could let it all out, where I could get it over with. Maybe if I just let it happen I could finally move on.”

A memory flashed in your mind of you running through a chill forest. Trees blocked the night sky, as the subtle moonlight that broke through illuminated your way. Your breathing was hard and ragged, from both the running and your heavy heart. When you tripped and stumbled onto the ground, your body could no longer move and you let the emotions overtake you. Letting out choked sobs and loud whimpers as you held yourself close. Desperately shielding yourself from the cold and to sooth your pain.

“I cried, I cried hard. Until there wasn’t anything left.” Again in your memory, you slipped onto the ground laying still. Only moving slightly when a few stray hiccups left your body every so often.

“Then…that’s when it happened, a huge horse and chariot just appeared out of no where.”

In the final flash within your mind you were startled by the old fashioned vehicle, but so curious and entranced by its mythical aura. You pulled yourself up to your feet, and in a daze you sauntered towards it slowly. The doors to the chariot opened, and you could hardly make out its interior with how brightly it shone. You breathed deeply, and looked around for an owner or perhaps for a reason. For anything to stop you from entering, but nothing came. You looked back at the creature pulling the chariot, carefully petting it to comfort yourself and earn its favor as it responded with an enthusiastic whinny. After a small chuckle you decided, without another thought you gave into the mysterious pull and made your way into the chariot. Its doors carefully shut behind you as everything began to move quickly enough to shake you around. The last thing you remember were magical glimmers of light invading your vision, and then darkness soon after.

“The next time I woke up I was on the ceremony room floor, and the rest is history.” You conluded, there was silence but you broke it after clearing your throat in attempt to switch the mood.

“Hey but-maybe I was brought here for a reason. I mean, getting into the chariot did do me some good, I couldn’t even remember being sad for the longest time after that-” You were interrupted by Crewel who snatched you into a strong hug.

“Oh Pup, I had no idea.”

“Of course you didn’t, it’s not like I ever told anybody.” With one last squeeze the man pulled back, still gripping your shoulders sternly.

“You went through so much. Perhaps it was destiny that brought you to the wonderland.” You nodded slowly in agreement.

“But I wonder pup, would you still want to go back? To the life you said gave you nothing?” His words broke through as you looked at him wide eyed.

“You have a home here now. As selfish as it is, I can’t in good faith think of letting you return to a world where you aren’t appreciated. In favor of one where you are, by all who know you.” The sincerity in his face and voice hit you hard, you knew he cared about you but you never really thought about any of that before either. A million and one things ran through your head as you tried to answer.

“I mean I don’t know, I still want the option! I guess it’d be weirdly comforting in a way to know I’m not completely stuck here. Plus I don’t wanna say I gave up on one life to trade it for another. Wouldn’t that be kinda selfish? B-But I don't want to give you guys up, I just-don’t know I don’t know-” Crewel attempted to calm you down when you started spiraling, trying to pull you out from the rabbit hole you were falling in. He embraced you in another hug, squeezing you closely.

“Of course, you do not by any means need to have any of it figured out now. But you must know that you aren’t alone anymore. As your friends, as your family we are all here for you now and forever. No matter what you may choose I can promise you that pup.” While he comforted you in his embrace you tried to stifle the small hiccups that dared to come out. But after a moment you simply hugged Crewel back, and let a few stray tears loose as he rubbed your back tenderly with some encouraging words.

“Thanks dad.”

That night when Crewel dropped you off at Ramshackle, despite him insisting to take you to his home, you immediately flopped into bed. Grim cracked opened an eye and asked you how everything went, as well as if you got something for him. Chuckling you toss your feline friend a toy, to which he happily starts playing with forgetting your existence. You then take your phone out of your pocket and check the group chat you’ve made with all your NRC friends.

MC(YOU): Hey guys

Thing 1(ACE): What’s up y/n

Thing 2(DEUCE): Hey, how’d your day with Professor Crewel go?

Leo🦁(LEONA): How much you wanna bet he took them to the dog park again?

Cay-Cay(CATER): Or the rescue, did you take pics can you show me???♦️🐶

Main Squeeze(FLOYD): Maybe he finally bought shrimpy that collar he’s always whispering about🦮🦮🦮

Queen👑(VIL): A collar? Please, the man has some class. Now a handmade choker I can envision.

4eyes-8legs(AZUL): replied to Main Squeeze—Yes he might be taking the puppy thing a little too literally.

Litwick🕯(IDIA): did you get to check out the new console at the arcade I told you about, it’s fine if you didn’t though..

Gucci bucchie(RUGGIE): Or tried the donuts at that kiosk?

Howl🐺(JACK): replied to Gucci Bucchie—You just wanted them to bring you some back didn’t you?

Little rosehearts❤️(RIDDLE): I believe we were asking how Y/N’s day went.

You laughed heartily at your friends antics, but before ‘several people start typing’ you settled and began to type again.

MC(YOU): Yeah uh

…

MC(YOU): There’s something I wanna tell you guys

MC(YOU): About how I got here.

#this is just lowkey oc lore #and I may have hit too close to home in some parts😅#um anyways so-part 2 maybe??#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagine #twisted wonderland fanfiction #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland oc #twisted wonderland mc #twisted wonderland x reader #twst imagines #twst headcanons #twst oc #twst mc #twst x reader

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fandom-imagines-stories · 1 year

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I Lost A Friend

John Mitchell x Reader

Words: 3637

Summary: The reader moves in with the gang after she and her best friend of several years split up when her friend finds out the truth.

Notes: So I’ve been working on a steamier Mitchell fic, but I really need this one. As I’ve said he’s one of my biggest comfort characters and this is something I experienced recently and needed to write about. There might be some repetitive things from other ones I’ve written, but like I said, I really needed this one.

Warnings: Depression, panic attacks, etc. (I teared up more than once writing this)

More Imagines: HERE

You set your bag down on the floor in front of the couch and wished more than anything to just land face-first into the cushions. But after last night’s endeavor, you desperately needed a shower.

With the twigs and dirt washed off, you crossed the hall to find your bedroom door open and, not only your pre-packed bag for your monthly ‘trip’ on the floor, but your other suitcases as well.

Lily stood in the corner, skirting even further away when you came in. You didn’t have to ask.

She knew.

You didn’t argue with her. Every word, every bitter remark, every stabbing accusation that she threw at you- you just took it. The past four years dissolved in a matter of minutes. Like it’d meant nothing.

You packed your car and left, knowing only one place you could turn.

George greeted you at the door, which was a relief. You weren’t sure you’d have been able to keep it together if it had been your boyfriend’s loving eyes that met yours. Besides… you and George had a shared problem, to put it mildly.

“Hey,” he smiled, but it quickly faded when he saw the bags at your sides. He raised a brow. “Is there something Mitchell hasn’t told us?”

“I,” you took a deep breath and willed yourself not to fall apart. “I was hoping I could stay here for a few days while I look for a new place.”

He read your harried expression and stepped aside. “Come in.” You gave him a grateful smile and leaned to grab your bags. He waved you off. “I’ll get those, you just go have a seat. Mitchell is on until later, but I’m sure he’ll be happy to see you.”

“Yeah.” You nodded absentmindedly.

Already, you felt the weight of guilt on your chest. You shouldn’t be here. You shouldn’t be bringing your problems and dumping them on their doorstep.

You’re draining me.

This was a bad idea.

“Y/N,” Annie popped in with an excited grin. “It’s so good to see you! It’s been ages.”

“I was here over the weekend,” you said, rubbing the back of your neck. In the hassle of everything, you’d forgotten you were just here. And now you were back to steal their time and energy for your comfort. Like an infestation.

She hooked an arm through yours and led you over to the couch. “Well, it feels like ages.” She sat you down and clapped her hands together. “Oh, I’ll go make us some tea!”

“Please,” you shook your head, “you don’t have to do anything for me. Really, just pretend I’m not here. I don’t want to be an imposition.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she giggled. “I’ll make your favorite.”

George watched you, your bags in both hands, and brows furrowed. Worry grew in his head. After all, last night was a full moon and something about you was definitely off. His paranoia reached every worst-case scenario it could conjure. Had you hurt someone or worse, killed someone?

“I’ll just take these to Mitchell’s room, yeah?” He asked.

You almost nodded, but that guilty feeling stopped you. You shrugged. “I could sleep down here if that’s alright. I don’t want to invade. Mitchell likes his space.” You pulled your legs up to your chest as if to make yourself as small as possible.

“Right,” George said, narrowing his eyes. Had something happened between you and the vampire? His hands gripped the straps of your suitcases. If Mitchell did something stupid… “Well, we’ll just ask him when he gets home then.”

Annie came out of the kitchen with a mug of steaming tea in hand. George turned to her with a concerned frown.

“Something’s wrong,” he mouthed, darting his eyes back to you on the couch.

Annie peaked over his shoulder. You weren’t looking at either of them. Rather, you stared off at a corner with blank eyes. Your fingers picked at your nails, but it didn’t really seem you knew that you were doing it. Like you were completely disconnected from yourself.

A silent agreement passed between the two roommates to wait for your boyfriend to get home before trying to pry it out of you.

“So,” Annie covered her concern with bubbly enthusiasm. “Now that Mitchell can’t keep you all to himself, I think we should have a girl’s day.” George frowned. She waved him off. “Oh, you can come too.”

George sat down beside you and turned on the telly. You talked about the trashy shows you watched and Annie chimed in with questions about your job. You answer with little interest. In fact, everything you said seemed to be from a distance. Like you were keeping yourself behind a fence.

Whether it was to keep them out or to keep yourself in, they couldn’t tell.

The more you sat, the more the tension built up in your chest and shoulders started to release. You relaxed into your place, fitted between the two of them. There was an odd balance. As much as you wanted to disappear into the growing hole in your chest, the house wouldn’t let you. You chalked it up to a mistaken sense of belonging.

Belonging meant lasting and lasting meant staying. The feeling would soon leave you, just as everything else had. Just like Lily did.

You weren’t sure how long you sat there, passively participating while George and Annie went about their day. Everything seemed so… normal. Even for George, who had just had his body reconfigured and back again- same as you- the night before. And yet he watched telly and made lunch and did the dishes as if everything were as natural as ever.

Maybe it really was just you. You were the problem.

The chore.

The roommates beckoned for you to join them in the kitchen so you could eat something, but you told them you were just tired and you thought it better to get some rest. Long night and all.

They exchanged another look when your back was turned.

You rolled onto your side, facing the cushions, and let the sinking feeling in your chest lure you to sleep. At least like this you couldn’t think anymore, or burden anybody else with your thoughts. All you did was take up space, but at the moment, it couldn’t be helped.

Annie and George left you alone, their worry growing.

“What do you think happened?” Annie whispered.

George shook his head. “I’m afraid to ask.”

“You don’t think…” She trailed off.

They both turned to your sleeping form.

“I don’t know,” George sighed. “But I don’t know what else would make her this way.”

Annie nodded in agreement. “If I didn’t know better,” She thought of their third roommate and his excitement when talking about you just hours before. “I’d say her heart was broken.”

Mitchell shouldered his way through the door with a tired huff. His scowling face revealed the quality of his day- having spent it mopping up all sorts of refuse and being yelled at by young doctors showing off for each other.

But when he saw you curled up on the couch, his positively lit up. His frustrated frown was replaced by a beaming smile and bright eyes. The irritation of the day pushed to the back of his mind.

His eyes fell on the bags on the floor beside you and he tilted his head curiously.

“Mitchell.” A whisper came from the top of the stairs. Annie pointed in your direction. “Something’s definitely wrong.”

He whipped his head back towards you, brows drawn in concern, forming a small line over his nose. “Did she say anything about it?”

Annie appeared beside him. “That’s the thing,” she shrugged. “She’s barely said anything at all. She hasn’t even gotten up from that spot since she got here.”

That had a pang of panic shooting through his chest.

Mitchell knew you. You may have only been seeing each other for about a year, but he knew you.

You were bright and animated and energetic. You could pull him out of the darkest days with just a smile. Most of all, you talked. He always teased that you could make conversation with a wall. But he loved it. He loved the shimmer you got in your eye when you were excited about something. He loved when you laughed. He even loved when you would cry over a cheesy movie.

He also knew that if you were silent, something was off.

Mitchell waved Annie away and, despite her pouting, she let him take over. As close as the two of you were, you were just different with Mitchell. You could comfort him when no one else could and vice versa. She only hoped he could get to the bottom of it before you retreated even further into yourself.

Mitchell stepped slowly across the living room, trying not to make a sound. He knelt by the side of the couch and put a hand on your shoulder.

“Y/N, love,” he whispered, gently giving your arm a shake. “Wake up, darlin’.”

You stirred out of your restless sleep and turned around. “Mitchell? I thought you weren’t supposed to be home until this evening.”

He gave you a sweet smile. “It is the evening, love.”

“Oh.” You rubbed your eyes. In seconds, the emptiness returned, despite Mitchell’s loving face. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to sleep that long.”

“That’s alright.” He took a seat beside you, pulling your legs into his lap. He ran his hand up and down your calf in a soothing motion, coaxing you more out of your tired haze. You flipped onto your back, arms still crossed over your stomach- another thing you did when you were holding something back. Mitchell made a note of it but didn’t push.

You saw his eyes flick over to the bags on the floor and sat up.

“I was wondering if I could stay here for a few days,” you said meekly. “It wouldn’t be for long, I swear. I just need somewhere until I can find a new place and I didn’t know where else to go-”

“Woah, slow down,” he said, holding up a hand. “Of course, you can stay here. I’ll take your stuff up to my room. It won’t be a problem.”

“I don’t want to impose. I know you like your space-”

“And I like it more when you are with me.” Mitchell brushed off the cushion and wrinkled his nose. “I won’t make you sleep on this ratty old thing.”

You nodded in submission and your eyes fixed on the floor in front of you. The fog in your head took over and a part of you left that room and took you back to the flat with Lily.

You snapped your gaze back up to Mitchell and feigned a smile. “I’ll take them up now.” You snatched up the bags and hurried up the stairs. When you reached his room, you fell back against the doorframe, trying to catch your breath. Tears blurred your vision.

Fuck, not now.

The bags fell to your feet and you put your hands on your knees, hoping to force the panic attack to be over, which of course just made it worse.

“Y/N?” Mitchell called up after you.

“Be down in a second!” You yelled back, though it came out as more of a wheeze. “I just dropped something.”

You sucked in a breath, ignored the anxiety threatening to collapse your chest, and went back downstairs.

Annie and George had joined him and the three of them stood, waiting.

The panic suffocated you.

“What’s going on?” You asked.

They looked at each other.

“We were going to ask you the same thing,” Annie blurted.

Mitchell covered his eyes with his hand with a sigh.

George stared at her. “Yes, and we were going to be subtle about it.”

“Well I don’t know why,” she said. “Clearly something’s wrong.”

“I-I didn’t mean to be a problem,” you stammered. “I’m sorry.”

“No, love, that isn’t-” Mitchell took a deep breath. He crossed to you and took your hands in his. His soft, hazel eyes stared into yours with loving concern. “You aren’t a problem. How could you even think that?”

“Because I’m-” You stopped yourself from saying the word. Monster. Your lip trembled.

Mitchell’s heart broke seeing tears well in your eyes. He moved a hand to your cheek. “Just tell me what happened.”

Make your problems theirs, and they’ll tire of you.

You’re always too much. You can’t even help it.

“Lily followed me last night,” you finally whispered. If you said it softly enough, maybe your words would just vanish.

George’s face fell.

“She said she doesn’t want to know or understand. She said it was too much for her. I’m too much.” You stared past Mitchell, past Annie and George, with blank eyes. “But it isn’t like I can blame her, of course. I turn into a killer beast once a month and what about outside of that? Take away the wolf and you’re still stuck with me.”

I won’t let you put this on me like you do with everyone else.

“Y/N…” Annie sighed her hand on her chest.

You shrugged and pulled away from Mitchell, letting your hands move as you spoke. “It’s not that big of a deal. I mean, I get it. I can’t ask her to just accept me after she finds out I’m a monster. Really, it’s not a big deal, I don’t want you guys to worry. I just need a place to stay for a couple of nights and-”

Mitchell stepped in front of you again. You must have started pacing.

“Of course, it’s a big deal,” he said sadly.

You shook your head. “I don’t think she’ll tell anyone. And even if she does, who’d believe ‘my roommate’s a werewolf’?”

“I’m not talking about that.” He reached for you, but you stayed back. “Lily’s your best friend. She has been for years.”

“People change. Friendships break up. It’s not that uncommon. I’m fine.”

The panic started again. Your chest constricted and moved with the rapidness of your breathing.

“Hey,” Mitchell said softly, taking another slow step towards you. This time, you let him. He inhaled deeply, lifting his hand with the motion, and exhaled, indicating for you to do the same.

“I’m fine,” you repeated.

He kept swaying his hand through the air with his breathing until you finally followed along. With each deep breath came a building cry. He took you in his arms when the tears finally broke through.

“I’m sorry,” you sobbed. “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean… I don’t want…” You couldn’t finish, instead, burying your face in the crook of his shoulder.

“You’re allowed to feel, Y/N,” Annie said, crossing the room to put a hand on your back. “You shouldn’t have to hide that from people who care about you.”

“But I feel too much.” You turned, keeping your head against his chest. “I don’t know how to stop and I can’t keep it in. If I could just keep it in…”

Mitchell pulled back and took your face in his hands. “You feel because it’s who you are. It’s one of the things I love about you, Y/N. If you denied that part of you…” He moved a hand to your heart. “It would destroy you.” You looked down and he put a finger under your chin to return your gaze to his. “Believe me, I’ve lived long enough to know.”

George stepped forward. “It’s hard enough to learn how to accept yourself,” he said. “You shouldn’t have to fight to be accepted by your friends.” His eyes drifted between the three of you before him and you saw a flicker of something in his eyes. It was thanks. “You just have to find the right friends.”

You gave him a small smile and wiped away your tears. Mitchell pulled you back into his reassuring embrace. He could feel the tension still present in your shoulders, but your breathing had at least returned to normal.

“Thank you,” you said, looking at George and Annie. “I appreciate it, I really do. It’s just…” You took a deep breath and stepped away from Mitchell. He put his hands in his pockets to keep from reaching for you again. “If you ever feel that I’m becoming a burden or- or a problem, please just tell me. I’d rather know than have years of friendship to regret in the future.”

All three looked like they wanted to object. To tell you that that would never happen. That they all loved you for who you are. But, they all knew it wouldn’t do any good just to deny it. They’d just have to show you.

George nodded and stuck out his hand. “Deal.” You shook it in agreement. “But, that goes for you, too. You are allowed a break from this place. Even your fellow lovebird over there.” He jerked a thumb at his vampire roommate. “We all know how tiresome his moods can be.”

You laughed, the sound warming Mitchell’s worried heart. Now, it was you who reached for him, taking his hand with a smirk.

“I think I’ll manage,” you teased.

Mitchell pressed a soft kiss to your temple and wrapped an arm around your waist to keep you close. To remind you he was there.

It was Annie that suggested a movie night. The four of you crammed onto the sofa- with you mostly on Mitchell’s lap- and put on a cheesy action movie you could all poke fun at while still enjoying.

It was a familiar scene to your memory, with friends of different times and different places bobbing in and out in your mind, but all eventually fading. Perhaps that’s what hurt the most about Lily leaving. It had happened so many times before. Of course, she was the first to discover your secret, but even before the bite, the people you loved and cared for all inevitably left. So, despite every wonderful thing Annie, George, and Mitchell had all said, you couldn’t help but ask yourself- how long before they left, too?

You snuggled closer to Mitchell’s chest and tried to cherish the moment while it lasted.

Though you’d spent most of the day sleeping, exhaustion weighed down your limbs as you stretched after the movie was over. George suggested drinks and you cheered in agreement, but betrayed by a yawn, your tiredness put a damper on the idea.

“Alright,” Mitchell chuckled. “I think we should call it a night then. You need to unpack anyway.”

“Mitchell, I’m only going to be here for a few days,” you yawned again.

“I’ll not have you living out of a suitcase while you’re here. I’ll clear a couple of drawers.”

Annie coughed.

“And some of the closet,” he added.

The ghost gave him a nod of approval.

“You really don’t have to do that,” you said.

“I want to,” he grinned and took your hand, leading you to the stairs. You told Annie and George goodnight and thanked them again for taking you in.

Annie beamed, pulling you into a tight hug. “Stay as long as you like.”

George didn’t say anything. You just looked at each other and understood. Perhaps in a way nobody else could. He gave you an awkward thumbs-up that made you snicker. He nodded. You nodded.

You followed Mitchell upstairs.

When you climbed into bed, you didn’t say a word. You didn’t want to ruin the night with more of your troubles. He laid down beside you, arms around your middle, pressing your back against his chest.

The tension was still there, aching between your shoulders. It was as if he could feel your very doubt, the fears still running through your mind. Every expectation drilled into you from learning how to protect yourself.

“Y/N, love,” he whispered. “Look at me.”

You winced. This was it. He’d decided you weren’t worth the trouble anymore. You took a deep breath and turned around. His hazel eyes bore deeply into yours, his face barely even a breath away.

“I’m not leaving,” he said.

Your breathing hitched. “W-what?”

“I know that’s what you’re afraid of and I know you think it’s been proven over and over again in your life, but you are not unlovable.” The word that you hadn’t even been able to bring yourself to think hit your chest with painful- but necessary- force.

“Mitchell,” you gasped, but he continued.

“You’ve changed all of us. We aren’t going to abandon you because you think you aren’t worth the fight.” He brought his hands to your face as he had before to keep your eyes on him. “And I’m sorry you haven’t found people who see it, but you are worth every second I spend even thinking about you.”

You were speechless. There wasn’t a thing you could say that would convey the way his words broke through to your heart. The tears that filled your eyes now were welcome ones.

“I’m not leaving,” he said again. “I know that saying it doesn’t mean much right now because of everything in your head, but I’m going to keep saying it every day until you believe me.” He pressed a soft, slow, reassuring kiss to your lips. “You are the light in my very dark existence.” Another kiss. “I love you.” And another. “I’m not going anywhere.”

You fell asleep in his arms. This sleep wasn’t empty, like it was before. This sleep was filled with ‘I love you’s and belonging. It may not have been a sleep to break all of your mental walls, but it was a sleep that let you dream.

Thank you to the friends that helped me believe in this ending.

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