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Somebody Else
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Themes: fluff. A little flirting but this one can be seen as pureply platonic
Summary: Definitely not inspired as some love to @ask-sebastian who seems to be having a tough time at the moment 
Warnings: Potential spoilers for HL. All characters 18+ and in seventh year. Absolutely not proof-read a million times like I usually do so please be nice.
If anyone is ever struggling, please feel free to message me. I will always respond as soon as I am able to. I never want anyone to feel overwhelmed, alone, anxious, or anything else. I love you, please take care of yourselves
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Y/N let out a long breath as she landed back on the Hogwarts grounds. She had been looking absolutely everywhere for Sebastian and still had yet to find him. She had checked the Undercroft, the Restricted section, his dorm room - she had even flown to Feldcroft on the off chance he was there to fix up the old cottage - but he was nowhere to be found. She grumbled slightly to herself as she made her way back to the Slytherin common room, hoping at the very least she could catch him before dinner. Not that he would attend the meal anyway. 
Y/N had been looking around for him for the past few days, but all she caught were fleeting glances in class before he bolted out of the room as fast as possible, looking more and more exhausted each time. It broke her heart to see him so rundown and she was determined to help him. She smiled in passing to Grace, who stopped her with a knowing look and pointed to the corner of the room where the large windows were. Y/N spotted the familiar mop of brown hair and thanked the girl before making her way over to him and slid into the spot next to him on the sofa.
“Hey, you,” Y/N smiled softly. “I’ve been looking all over for you.” Sebastian turns his head fractionally to look at her and offers her a weak smile before looking out the window at the Black Lake again. She manages to catch sight of dark rings under his eyes and his pale face before he turns away from her to watch the fish swim by.
“How can I help?”
“Seb…” She feels her heart sink at his demeanour. “I’m worried about you. You’ve not been yourself lately.” He sighs heavily and leans forward, his elbows resting on his knees. 
“What have you heard?”
“I haven’t heard anything.” Y/N shakes her head slowly and moves along the couch just a little bit so that she can lower her voice. “You’re my best friend, Sebastian. I can see that you’re not okay. You look like you haven’t slept in days, and I don’t think I’ve seen you eat a proper meal in that time either. You might have everyone else fooled into thinking you’re okay on the surface but I can see below that.” He mulls over her words for a few moments before looking at her with a half-smile.
“I’m just an open book to you.”
“Sometimes,” she admits with a quiet laugh. “I don’t want to pry, but please, if you need to talk to someone I’m here. I don’t want you to feel alone in whatever you’re going through.” Sebastian gives her a warmer smile, but his eyes still have a haunted look about them.
“Do you want the long version or the short version?”
“I’ll take whichever version you want to give me. I’m here for you, Seb.” Y/N holds her hand out for his, letting him decide if he wants to take it. He looks at it for a beat before quietly lacing his fingers through hers and giving her hand a gentle squeeze.
“I don’t deserve you.”
“You deserve the world and I won’t let you think otherwise,” Y/N’s tone is a little shaper than she intended, but he doesn’t seem to mind. “You told me once on one of my bad days that it’s not a race to the end. Take your own advice, Sebastian.” He huffs out a quiet, humourless laugh and shakes his head.
“Shame on you for using my own words against me.”
“Shame on you for not using your own perfectly good advice.” Sebastian rolls his eyes at that, before letting out a quiet sigh and leaning back in his seat.
“I think I’m just overwhelmed.”
“With school?”
“With everything.” His eyes slip closed and Y/N allows her mask to drop for a split second, allows all the hurt and pain she feels for the man in front of her to show before she quickly hides it again. “It’s school, it’s Anne, it’s Solomon. It feels like everything is piling up at once.”
“You’re speaking to Anne again?” Y/N asked, trying not to let the surprise show on her face.
“No, not quite. I…I sent her an owl asking how she’s been. Explained how sorry I am for what I did and told her that I missed her. That not a day goes by where I don’t hate myself for my actions in that tomb.”
“What did she say?”
“She misses me too, but it’s still too soon and she doesn’t know if she can forgive me yet.” Y/N doesn’t know how to reply to this without it sounding like she pities him, so instead she squeezes his hand gently again and places her free hand on top. “I don’t think she’ll ever forgive me.”
“I think she will, one day. I don’t want you to think I’m just trying to placate you or give you false hope - I genuinely believe Anne will forgive you. I know I barely had a chance to get to know her, but I saw how much you two love each other. She just needs a little more time.”
“I know,” he sighs and turns his head to look at her. “I just wish I could jump forward until then.”
“Would it be incredibly corny to say if you skipped forward to the best parts you might miss out on all the good things in between?”
“Definitely.”
“Too bad, I said it.”
“You’re incorrigible,” Sebastian laughs again, and Y/N feels her heart leap at the little bit of warmth she can hear in it. “I need you to know how much I appreciate you. Everyone else seems to think I’m fine except for you. You can see straight through me and I can’t quite work out if that’s terrifying or not.”
“Well, I’m biased, but I think it’s pretty great. Besides, you can see straight through my bullshit as well, so it’s only fair I can do the same.”
“That’s true, I guess.” Sebastian squeezes her hand again and turns in his seat to face her. “Thank you for checking on me, it means more than you will ever know.”
“You think I’m done mother henning you?” Y/N clicked her tongue in mock annoyance. “Get up, we’re going to the kitchens to get some food for you.”
“Why does it sound like we’ve fallen into the tough love part of the night?” Sebastian groaned as she tugged at his arm to pull him off the couch. 
“Because we have. All I’ve seen you consume the last three days is coffee and the occasional blueberry muffin.”
“That’s rich coming from you,” he scoffs lightly as they walk out of the common room. “You don’t even drink water most days, all you drink is coffee.”
“Do as I say, not as I do.”
“You’re a hypocrite.” Y/N looked over her shoulder at Sebastian and couldn’t help but laugh at the pout on his face. She resisted the urge to pinch at his cheeks as she continued to lead him towards the kitchens.
“Well, I’ll make sure I drink a nice big glass of water if you eat a full plate of real food.”
“...multiple glasses of water.”
“Deal,” she rolled her eyes at him playfully and came to a stop outside the portrait for the kitchens. With her free hand Y/N tickled the pear, a small smile coming to her face as it softly giggled before swinging open for them both. She pulled Sebastian in after her and waved in greeting to a few of the house elves as she made her way over to a table.
“Miss Y/N!” Posie, a female house elf, darted over with a large smile. “Oh, it is so good to see you again! And you brought a friend!”
“Hi Posie. I’m sorry it’s been so long, I’ve been a little busy.” Sebastian felt his heart swell as Y/N gave the creature a genuine, wide smile and pulled him forward. “This is Sebastian. Could I trouble you for something to eat for him?”
“And you,” Sebastian nudged her gently. If he was going to be subjected to her fussy, caring behaviour then she was going to join him. “It’s nice to meet you, Posie.”
“And you, Mister Sebastian! Posie will go and bring you both some food right now.” The small creature dashed off in search of something to eat and Y/N couldn’t help but laugh softly as she sat down at the table. 
“She likes you.” Y/N turned to look at Sebastian with a curious smile. “Posie, that is. Merlin, is there anyone you don’t have wrapped around your finger?”
“I’m not that special,” she laughed quietly. “I can think of a few people who definitely have it out for me.”
“Point them out to me and I’ll put them back in line.”
“I can do that myself, but thanks for the offer.” She laughs quietly and turns to smile at Posie as two plates alleviate in their direction, as well as a jug of water. 
“Can Posie get anything else for you?”
“No, thank you Posie. This looks wonderful.” The house elf beams at Y/N’s words and lets them know to call her over if they need anything else before disappearing to help prep for dinner. Y/N gave Sebastian a pointed look as she poured them both, silently conveying she would not be taking a sip until he took a bite of his food. He sighed at her, but the corner of his mouth was slightly upturned as he took a large bite out of the chicken on his plate. She nodded in satisfaction and drank from her glass until it was finished and then refilled it. “You know, it’s a shame you haven’t been around, you missed my hair going through every colour of the rainbow for a few days.”
“You what?” Sebastian coughed slightly and looked up at her, eyes wide in surprise. “Why did you do that?”
“I didn’t! Not on purpose at least.” She laughed and began to pick at her own plate of food. “Garreth has been working on a fire-breathing potion that doesn’t hurt the user or burns things around it. I offered to test it for him and roughly every hour my hair would shift into the next colour on the spectrum.” Sebastian had no words for this, but he was quite clearly trying to hold back his laughter. “Personally I think I looked absolutely stunning with Slytherin green hair.”
“You’re absolutely stunning regardless.” The words slipped out of his mouth before he could process them and he offered Y/N a sheepish smile. She rolled her eyes at his words, but there was a pleased smile on her face. 
“You’re not so bad yourself, Sallow.” She nudged his foot with hers gently and gave him a small wink as they finished their meals in a comfortable silence. Y/N watched as some colour began to return to his cheeks, and even though he looked absolutely exhausted, he began to sit a little straighter as his body started to digest the much needed meal. They took some blueberry muffins with them as they left (with Posie making them both promise to come back soon) and even though he wasn’t quite back to his usual self Y/N could see the change in him from such a simple act of self-care. “When was the last time you slept?”
“Are you telling me I look tired? Way to make a man feel good about himself, Y/L/N.”
“Oh hush,” Y/N flicked his arm. “Stop deflecting and tell me.”
“I slept last night.”
“Enough?”
“Define ‘enough’.”
“I’m going to take that as a no.” She narrowed her eyes at him and began to lead him back to the Slytherin Common Room. “Are you going to blush and stutter and protest if I put you to bed?”
“Blush and stutter? No. Protest? Absolutely. I’m not five years old.”
“Well, stop acting like it and start taking care of yourself.”
“When did you swap from mother hen to this tough love act?”
“When you started to sulk and pout.”
“I am not!” he protested. Y/N raised an eyebrow at him, an amused smile on her face as he groaned in defeat. “I can’t stand you some days.”
“I love you, too, Seb,” she laughed as they walked into the Slytherin common room, not breaking her stride as she led him up to the boys dorm, not caring that a few people watched with wide eyes and probably assumed the worst. “Am I staying with you to chat and relax or would you rather just sleep?”
“Stay with me, please. At least until I sleep.”
“Okay,” she nodded once and sat on his bed, shoo’ing him towards the bathroom. “Take a shower while you’re in there, I’ll be waiting here.”
“Are you trying to tell me I smell?”
“It’s cute that you think I’m going to dignify that with a response considering your cologne smells amazing and you know it.” Y/N raised an eyebrow at him and all but pushed him towards the bathroom and shut the door behind him. She could hear him laugh from the other side before the door creaked open and he slipped back out.
“Before you reprimand me, I need clothes. I can’t very well come out in just a towel, can I?” he teased, watching as she flushed. She threw one of his pillows at him as he rummaged through his wardrobe for something comfortable and narrowly avoided it as he tossed it back, along with a large shirt. “My cosiest shirt if you want to get comfortable too.” He gave her a soft smile and retreated back to the bathroom, the door clicking shut behind him. Y/N couldn’t help but smile as she toyed with the soft fabric before getting changed as quickly as she could, unsure of how long he would be in the shower for. The shirt fell down to her thighs, so she shed her skirt as well with a quiet sigh and got herself settled underneath the blankets and waited patiently for Sebastian.
She leant over to grab one of the many books that were laying on the floor by his bed, but instead she caught sight of the picture frames he had on the table. One was of an older couple and Y/N could only assume they were his parents. They seemed to be chasing two toddlers around a garden before scooping them up and smiling for a family picture. The next was a drawing of Sebastian, Anne and Ominis that only looked to be a few years old and Y/N recognised Feldcroft in the background. 
The final picture brought a small flush to her cheeks and she carefully picked it up for a closer look. It was a drawing of her and Sebastian from last year - she would recognise that coastal background anywhere. A large group of them had made their way to the beach for the day when the weather was good, and Garreth had been doodling in his ever-present notebook with a sly smile. Y/N had asked him what he was doing, but he simply waved her off and muttered something about potions and equations. She knew he had been lying to her (especially when Poppy leaned over to have a look and began to giggle) but had brushed it off and turned back to her conversation with Sebastian, but what she didn’t expect was for him to be sketching a picture of the pair of them as they smiled at each other. She definitely didn’t think Sebastian would be in possession of said sketch, or that he would keep it by his bedside.
“Was that your grand plan, then?” Sebastian asked teasingly as he walked out of the bathroom, rubbing at his hair with a towel. “Send me to the bathroom so you could snoop?” He draped the towel over a chair and walked over to see what she was looking at. “Oh, Weasley gave me that a little while back, said he meant to give it to us after the beach but forgot.”
“And you decided to keep it on your bedside?”
“Of course. I don’t know if you noticed but only the most important people go there, and I didn’t have a picture with you before.” Sebastian said the words as if they were the most normal thing in the world while he climbed in next to her and lay down. “Do we get to cuddle too?”
“Do you want to?”
“Do I want - what kind of question is that, of course I want to cuddle,” Sebastian rolled his eyes at her playfully and tugged her over, his hand slipping over her waist. Y/N huffed out a laugh and placed an arm around his torso, her fingers trailing up and down his back soothingly. She felt his whole body relax against hers as he let out a content noise. “If you keep doing that I’ll be asleep in no time.”
“Good. You need it,” Y/N replied quietly. She ran her fingers through his hair, gently scratching his scalp before running back down his back again. 
“No, I need to thank you first.”
“You absolutely do not, but if you really want to, you can wait until morning.”
“Will you stay with me?”
“Always.”
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shit1975 · 1 year
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when you're vibing to The 1975 at 2AM and Somebody Else comes on shuffle
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chaosology · 1 year
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somebody else ii
— spencer reid x reader
pairing: spencer reid (criminal minds/ fem! reader
genre: angst and fluff | masterlist
content warnings: angst, cancer mentions
summary: a continuation of part one. spencer seeks forgiveness and y/n just wants peace.
The most important part of getting over someone is the cleanse, Y/N had always been told. Rid yourself of the things that they remind you of; the things that pain you to even think about. She had prided herself of her ability to follow through with this process, it was what she told her friends when they had problems. However, she had now realized it was easier said than done.
The tardis mug sat still on her nightstand, Spencer had given it to her when he saw her looking at it through a shop window. She had insisted that she didn't need it and that she was just admiring the handiwork, but “I’m a profiler Y/N, I see right through you”. She remembers the ways she looked affectionately up at him while he paid at the counter, and how she caught him looking at her while she held it in her hands. She spent so long looking at it while they walked down the path that she tripped, and he caught her in his arms. It was a very Spencer like moment, as he stumbled over his words while still holding her for a moment too long.
He didn’t look at her like that when he yelled at her. When he shouted in her face.
She had left the BAU only three weeks ago to focus on her residency. She had switched out her light blue scrubs for a slightly darker shade and started burying herself in her work. She took up extra shifts at the hospital, impressing her superiors and workmates - especially the young attending who she had liked once before. His name was Lucas, and he was considered a “rising star” in the neurosurgery field. She had to admit that he was cute, with dark curly hair and deep blue scrubs that screamed dreamy. He was first to notice that she was out of sorts when she returned to work and held her in the locker room while she broke down crying. They shared stories about their unfortunate love lives and grew closer as the weeks passed, but Y/N still couldn’t get rid of the feelings at the bottom of her heart.
What did Maeve have that she didn’t? She felt bad thinking about it, how selfish did you have to be to envy a dead girl that your best friend loved? But they both had similar careers, were intelligent, had an interest in the same things as Spencer and both had a penchant for reading. That was what hurt the most, Y/N thought. That they were so similar but Maeve was just... better. Y/N was the person you probably wouldn’t glance at twice, but Maeve seemed to be the one you would do everything in your power to speak to. Sometimes life was unfair, she thought. Sometimes it really fucking sucked.
Spencer spent days laying on his couch after his fight with Y/N. There were a thousand things he wanted to say, but he couldn’t control himself as pure hatred clawed its way up and out of his throat. He didn’t want to say those things to Y/N, but in that moment he needed someone to be hurting that wasn't him. Again, he didn’t want it to be her. But his mouth overpowered all his rational thoughts and targeted Y/N.
And god, poor Y/N. The pain that flooded her face when he yelled was unbearable. She looked miserable as she tried to stop the tears, hands wiping at her reddened cheeks. What made him feel worse was that she tried to defend him. That among all the yelling she was trying to make him feel better. She was so selfless and kind and compassionate and he had crushed it all with his bare hands. He was afraid to admit to himself that he liked Y/N at first. She was a bit younger than him and was new to the stress of the BAU - he didn’t want to add to that. But she completely captured him from day one. He tried to do the little things to impress her, like read up on her surgeries and memorise her timetables. She was one of the only people that would let him ramble about his interests and would actually pay attention to his unprompted statistics and facts. He was beginning to think that maybe, just maybe, she would like him back. But then he met Maeve, and figured he would play it safe and see where things went. His admiration for her surrounded him, and he slowly sunk away from the idea of things ever going anywhere with Y/N.
He truly loved Maeve. She was one of the only women who had returned his feelings and that he had a chance to be with. When she revealed her paranoia around her stalker, his profiler side came to light. He was ashamed to admit that he started viewing their relationship as more of a case, which only made him hate himself before. If he thought about it with a clear head, maybe it was the fact he was dating someone that was so appealing, rather than the fact he was dating Maeve.
When he wandered into work a few weeks later he was confronted with an empty desk. When had Y/N left? None of his coworkers had ever mentioned to him that she was gone. He had spent time thinking of how to apologise to her, as after all, they had both had time to recuperate and think things through. He didn’t realise that he had hurt her that bad. Surely she knew that a large percentage of people who grieve a loved one experience extreme and often uncontrolled anger.
He had to fix this, and fast. How much time had he wasted?
Y/N awoke to a gentle knock at her front door. She picked her head up from her study books that she had (accidentally) fallen asleep on and wandered over to the door. Who was coming over at this hour? Her face fell as she was greeted with a somber looking Spencer Reid. She gasped and slammed the door, which he had blocked with his left foot. She felt ever so slightly bad as he grimaced in pain.
“What?”
“Oh. Hi. Hi Y/N. I actually wanted to apologise for-”
“No need,” she snapped, “I understand. You can go now. I’m not coming to work at the BAU anymore, I’m out of your way for good now.”
“No. Please, Y/N. I was awful. So awful. And I can’t go home with a clear cons-”
“Is that what I am, Spencer? Was I on your to do list today? ‘Go shopping. Solve crimes. Go harass Y/N so I don’t have to feel bad anymore.' Well, too bad! I don’t give a fuck! Go home and sulk for all I care. Just leave me be, you’ve made your point.”
She went to close the door with the final words, but he pushed past once again and made his way in front of her, swaying back and forth rather awkwardly. She stood with her arms across her chest with a “don’t fuck with me right now” expression on her face.
“Y/N, I’m sorry. Really sorry. I lashed out at you and you didn’t deserve a second of it. Y/N, it’s hard for me to say it… but I liked you… romantically and-”
“And?? There’s an ‘and’. Let's get one thing clear, Reid. You do not get to come to my apartment to try and apologise by telling me you were into me. You have to be fucking joking. You think that fixes things? I can’t believe you are that selfish. As if your feelings make it all go away. I loved you Spencer Reid. You could’ve politely rejected my help without telling me I should’ve died. And then you come here, with no warning may I add, to confuse me? I won't come crawling back to you . I won’t.”
“Wait, no I didn’t mean it like that” he stuttered.
“Then what did you mean by it, huh? Just leave. You’ve done enough already.”
He smiled sadly as his eyes teared up, walking towards the door. He knew she was right. He was selfish to show up and say that he liked her like that. He was desperate for forgiveness and his judgement was clouded. He would figure out some way to make it up to her though. He had to.
Y/N dragged herself back to work the next day. Just as she thought she was getting over him, her late night run in with Reid had brought up her old feelings. She grabbed a coffee from the cart across the road and got to work, changing into her scrubs and tying up her hair. She was on rotations with neuro, meaning she would get to spend the day with Lucas. Hopefully he wouldn't say anything about her glum mood. As the elevator doors opened, she came face to face with the man himself. He smiled as he walked in and pressed the button for the fifth floor. He turned to her rather sheepishly,
“Hey, Y/N. I know you’re going through a tough time right now so I was wondering if we could go to lunch today. Nowhere fancy, y’know, just the cafeteria…”
“Uh, sure. I’d love to. It’s a date.”
They smiled at one another, but the moment was cut short by her pager going off. As she ran out the elevator she looked back at him, smiling warmly. Maybe today wasn’t going to be too bad after all.
After a tough morning, she sat opposite Lucas while eating her salad. It was raining heavily outside and they made small talk about the weather. Lucas had a strict rule of no medical talk at the table. She felt happy with him, she could spend ages with him in fact. But something just didn’t feel right. She hated that she wasn’t invested in the date as much as she should be, why did her brain have to be like this? They stood up once they had finished, and she moved to talk but he started first.
“Y/N, I had a great time with you. Really. But I can tell something’s off, and it’s not your fault. Maybe you're not over your guy yet, which I understand, because I’m not over mine. I thought I was ready to get back out there but I think I need more time. Maybe in a few years we can try again, yeah?”
She laughed softly, “I was thinking the same thing. But I had fun with you. And if you ever need a lunch buddy or someone to vent to. I’m here.”
He nodded and they embraced. As she looked over his shoulder she recognised a familiar figure standing outside in the rain. They noticed her and turned around to walk away, so she politely excused herself and jogged slowly out the doors towards them. Her hands over her haid to shield her face she called out to them, watching as they turned around to reveal themselves. Spencer.
He was sopping wet. His hair was drenched all over his face and his clothes were soaked. In one hand was a cup of coffee and in the other was a piece of paper and a bouquet of daffodils.
“Spencer, what the hell? You’re going to get sick out here” she shouted over the rain, beckoning him inside.
“Y/N. I’m here to apologise this time. Properly. I planned out everything I wanted to say to you, too. I never wanted to hurt you, I know it sounds like a lie but I didn’t. I took my anger out on you and that was so completely wrong of me” He started. She didn’t interrupt.
“Ever since I met you I was enchanted. You are so warm and kind, you make me want to wake up and be a better person. In fact. I’m astounded by you. I’ve gone my whole life without anyone who understood me. But you do. And I know nothing will ever fix what I’ve said and done but I hope this makes it at least a little better. And if it doesn’t, you can probably watch me get sick and develop pneumonia. Because it’s statistically very likely.”
“Spencer…” She stepped forward.
“The coffee, it’s from your favourite cart - the one a block away. You said that the one in the hospital 'tastes like the colour grey’ but you can never be bothered to walk all the way over to the one you like. And daffodils, you never used to like them but it’s what the hospital gives out to patients when they’re cancer free and done with treatment. You said that seeing them now makes you happy. And the paper is from the movie ‘Love, Actually’. You like to point out all the things you would’ve done better than the main characters but you still watch it every Christmas. I meant to write something on here but I didn’t know what so I let it blank, sorry”
He paused, taking a breath and trying to gauge her reaction. She stood frozen, her eyes beginning to fill with tears. “Y/N, I’ve always liked you. You told me once that you were always the other girl, but you’re not. Not to me. You’re not my somebody else. You’re my eternal. I’d wait forever for you. I’d do anything to make you happy, even if it means never seeing you again. I just wanted you to know that I never truly meant what I said.”
She spent a small while just staring at him, tears down her cheeks and mouth agape. She rushed forward all of a sudden, hugging him tightly. He dropped the cup out of shock, but slowly his hands wrapped back around her and his chin rested on her head. “Would you really wait forever for me?” She sniffled.
“I’d wait eons for you, Y/N Y/L/N.
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caostalgia · 7 months
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El tiempo vuela y junto a el, los recuerdos amargos del ayer, aquellos en donde te vi entrelazando tu alma con él, sin pensar en cuanto eso a mí, me iba a doler.
~Goner
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kickinganddriving · 1 year
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Somebody Else
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Notes: Requested by @starry-night-reid. I MISS PULI SO MUCH
paring: Christian Pulisic x reader
Song suggestion: Somebody Else- The 1975
Warnings: Swearing, super minor mentions of smutty things, sad christian
wc:1.4k
pt 2
I don't want your body
But I hate to think about you with somebody else
Our love has gone cold
You're intertwining your soul with somebody else
I'm looking through you
While you're looking through your phone
And then leaving with somebody else
No, I don't want your body
But I'm picturing your body with somebody else
It was a random Tuesday morning, the sun beaming through the windows of Christian’s apartment, at the moment he was mindlessly scrolling through instagram, in passing he saw a familiar face. He scrolls up and see’s your face, with another man kissing your cheek. The minute he could process what was going on in the photo, he felt a deep seed of jealousy plant itself in his stomach. His eyes fixate on the location tag on the post, London UK.
You and Christian broke up almost a year ago, but it had seemed that you had moved on faster than him. While you were dating, you weren’t just a piece of arm candy, you were his best friend, and with the break up Christian lost too much in one person. You dated for 2 1/2 years and it was the last time Christian felt truly happy, but he broke up with you. You got you an offer from your dream job, but it was back in the states. All he ever wanted was for you to be truly happy, which later bit him right in the ass. You worked there for around 7 months before they opened an office near London, and you chose to move back. Out of fear that he already met someone else or moved on, he was never told of your arrival.
5 months later you found yourself seeing a nice man, around the same age, who lives in your apartment complex. He has nice dark eyes, brown curly hair, and... god dammit, he’s like the Walmart Christian. He was a nice man, you could see yourself living a life with him. Would there be something missing, yes, but you could try to move past that. 
But for Christian, the past year had been absolute hell for him. He kept on getting injured, went to the world cup, but got taken out too early for his liking, and the one person he could always go to wasn’t his to go to anymore. The instagram post didn’t make it any better, not at all. While he was scrolling through your page, he saw one of the photos he took off you, it was his favorite photo. So entranced in the picture in front of him, he mindlessly liked it. Realizing what he did, he looked at the post date, 1 year ago. He fucked up.
And c'mon baby (I know)
This ain't the last time that I'll see your face
And c'mon baby (I know)
You said you'd find someone to take my place
After spending almost the entire 3 days wallowing in his room, barely responding to Mason or Ben’s texts and calls, the pair made it a point to get Christian out of the house and into a club. The guys thought clubs could fix almost any problem because it contained the holy trinity, music, alcohol, and girls. After quite literally dragging Christian out of his home, he found himself perched on a barstool, nursing a beer that was once cold, looking depressed as shit.
But guess where your now boyfriend wanted to go tonight, just guess? The same as the club that Ben and Mason had to choose. When you walked in the club you instantly recognized the face of one Mason Mount, but in trying not to draw too much attention to yourself, you just scurried off to a booth and waited for your boyfriend to come back with drinks. After a few drinks you found your way to the dance floor, trying to have a good time, but guess who else you saw, Benjamin James Chilwell. After a second of awkward eye contact, your boyfriend hobbled off to the bathroom, after he escorted you to the bar. 
After you told the order to the bartender, you heard a voice, a clear, distinct, and familiar voice. A voice that gave you the chills from miles away. 
“Your drink order still hasn’t changed” 
You turn your head to catch a glimpse of the person talking to you, Christian Fucking Mate Pulisic. He looked exhausted, not long after training exhausted, but mental torment exhausted. Your natural instinct was to give him the biggest hug and a kiss on the cheek, but you restrained.
“Christian” his name was the only thing you could say. Paralyzed with emotion, you couldn’t move, think, or barely speak. His name, something you’ve said countless numbers of times, moaning it like a prayer, sleepily whispering under your breath, saying it with the largest smile on your face, or the last time you said it to him when you kissed him for the last time as he dropped you off at the airport. 
“Yes jellybean?” You were nearly crying after he called you “jellybean”. Nobody has called you that in a year, but Christian always called you jellybean, because of your weird childhood obsession with them.
“I didn’t mean for you to find out this way.” You said trying to find a way to try to make the entire situation better.
“To find out that you came back to London, or that you are dating someone else?” Christian says with an ounce of disbelief in his tone.
“Both” You nervously whimper, trying not to say something that could ruin the entire night even more.
“Who is he anyway? He looks looks me, but from fucking Walmart.” You missed his sense of blatant honesty and sarcasm when he had an ounce of alcohol in his system.
“You mean Sam? You innocently exclaim.
“Fucking Sam” He exasperatedly says after taking a swig oof his lukewarm beer.
“We should really talk sometime soon Chris”
Get someone you love
Get someone you need?
Fuck that, get money
I can't give you my soul
'Cause we're never alone
It had been a week since that night at the bar, and he could think about you. He had finally had enough, so after using a few favors he figured out where you lived. Being the stupid, lovesick, idiot he was, he didn’t think of taking an Uber, or driving himself to your apartment, no, he had to run in the rain without a jacket halfway across London.
It was a regular Friday evening, Sam was coming over with pizza in an hour, and you were peacefully on the couch watching Friends and a comfy set of lingerie and a short and pink silk night dress. You heard the doorbell ring, but you were not expecting anyone yet, so you went and opened the door. Behind the door revealed a drenched Christian.
“Christian what are you doing here?” You say with a slight chuckle.
“I love you, I love you so much” Christian holds and caresses your jawline with his cold hands as he pronounces his affection for you.
“Christian I-” He suddenly kissed you, it was not your first kiss, but it made it feel like it was your first kiss. The way you got butterflies in your stomach, something you haven’t felt in a while. Kissing him back, everything felt perfect, like the world was at peace and everything was perfect.
“Before you even mention Sam, I love you, and I don’t know why I let you go, and you just look so fucking beautiful right now, and I miss everything about you, jellybean” He says it so fast you almost couldn’t comprehend what he was saying.
“I love you too.” Right after the words left your lips, you were suddenly on his lips. Slowly backing up as he kicks the door closes and pushes your back up against the wall. Your lips move in perfect synchronization, as he takes your legs and wraps them around his waist so he has control of your mobility.
“Where’s your bedroom?” Christian manages to slip past his lips in midst of your kissing.
“Third door on the left” He carried you down the hallway into your room and slowly dropped you on the bed and he leaned over to continue kissing you. But then you both heard the find of the doorbell and a faint call.
“Babe open the door before the pizza gets cold” You then remembered about Sam.
“Oh shit”
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our love has gone cold
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// ...but i hate to think about you with somebody else//
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the 1975 album aesthetics: 2/?
I like it when you sleep, for you are so beautiful yet so unaware of it (2016)
I don't want your body / But I hate to think about you with somebody else / Our love has gone cold / You're intertwining your soul with somebody else / I'm looking through you / While you're looking through your phone / And then leaving with somebody else / No, I don't want your body / But I'm picturing your body with somebody else
- “Somebody Else”
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And suddenly it dawned on the late Windle Poons that there was no such thing as somebody else's problem, and that just when you thought the world had pushed you aside it turned out to be full of strangeness. He knew from experience that the living never found out half of what was really happening, because they were too busy being the living. [...]
It was the living who ignored the strange and wonderful, because life was too full of the boring and the mundane. But it was strange. It had things in it like screws that unscrewed themselves, and little written messages for the dead.
Terry Pratchett, Reaper Man
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Don’t you mind?
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