#i had to skip my shift last night and my shift today bc if finals and im lowkey freaking out

[kunikuma]

this aint build-a-b ♡ tch—! pt. 3

relationship | college student!kunikuzushi x afab!fem!reader

synopsis | after finding out that you did, in fact, very much like kunikuzushi back, he raced to your apartment to have a heart-to-heart convo about everything. sike, it wasn’t just talking. content | sm.ut, mdni; does not expand on the BaB series. purely self indulgent. cw | edging, pussy eatin’, fingering, twinge of marking and jealousy (like tiny tiny mentions), y/n has a coochie and uses she/her, usage of “good girl” x1, kinda praise-y, bodyworship? a/n | self-indulgent, one moment inspired by that one scara azeru audio bc hooboooy... this is also the last part for BaB kuni. i wrote the lewd parts while buzzed. was def planning to write u guys going all the way but i felt like it was getting too long :/ oh and i got impatient with the cutesy talk like i need yall to fck pronto :)

p1 // p2 // build-a-bear masterlist

if the drive back to his apartment less that occurred than an hour ago felt like both forever and no time at all, the drive back to your place for the third time today felt like an eternity.

the lavender-eyed male hit every single red light so far; he rode on people’s asses trying to inch closer and closer to where you were impatiently waiting. all the while, he laughed and laughed and laughed in the driver’s seat. his lips had curled into a huge grin as well.

oh, how he laughed! if you could hear how he cackled, you’d pause and ask if he was deranged.

admittedly, with the way he was grinning like a fool and giggling to himself, he wouldn’t argue too long with you if you decided he was missing a few screws.

naturally, sprinkled in between his complaints about the speed of the other drivers on the road were weak and half-hearted jabs at your person.

“dumbass,” he sighs, absentmindedly caressing my melody’s head. she was cozily nestled between his thighs, but he didn’t wearily stare at her this time around. “oh, how i despise you, y/n,” he exhales, stepping on the gas when he saw the road ahead of him was free of cars and the green light above him shone brightly in the night sky. “how i detest the way you make my heart race,” he mutters, but the mellowed and teensy tiny grin on his face didn’t do much in the intimidation department.

when he parked his car on your street, he quickly darted out of his car, snatching the pink plush offender and nearly forgetting to lock the door. he did a light jog to the complex’s door and skipped every other step up the communal stairs.

“acting… like a… idiot in love,” he huffs as he hops onto the last step before turning familiar corners to arrive at your door.

when he finally got to your worn brown, wooden door, he just… stood there.

his neatly manicured hands clenched the white arm of my melody as she swayed in place. kunikuzushi stared at the door in front of him.

tersely, his weight shifted from one leg to the other.

a part of him, a very deep part of him riddled with distrust and self-consciousness, wondered if you were playing a cruel joke on him as payback for all of the times he messed with you. like, maybe you planned some gut-wrenching prank after you heard his confession or something. at this, his eyes hardened as he shoved his free hand into his pocket to tether it down somewhere. he clicked his tongue in annoyance as he repeatedly tapped his foot on the floor.

‘she… wouldn’t be that cruel,’ he tries to convince himself as he lifted his clenched fist closer to the wood. you were not the kind of person to take advantage of or mock someone at their most vulnerable.

right?

faintly, he could hear muffled padding of your socked feet getting louder from the other side of the door.

“kunikuzushi, i can hear your anxiety leaking through my damn door. are you gonna knock?”

with that, that deep, paralyzing abyss inside of him immediately dissipated as he huffed, pounding his fist on your front door. you yelped and cussed him out with a laugh.

“happy? let me in.”

he jeered, as he continued to pound on your door with a blooming smirk, ignoring your protests and yells to ‘shut the fuck up, kuni—’

the lock clicks and the door swings open; his fists collide with nothing and his hand just hangs there.

the two of you just stare at each other as his hand hesitantly lowers back down to his side.

you were in your pajamas, clearly ready for an evening of relaxation; a fist haughtily planted on your cocked hip as you stare at him almost expectantly.

actually, what were you expecting?

on his end: slightly frazzled hair, a plush clinging on for dear life as his free hand at his side flexes nervously.

“well? come on in,” you muttered, grandly flourishing your hand to motion him inside. you finished the move with a dramatic bow and he rolls his eyes and lightly swats your head with my melody. you grumble as you close and lock the door behind him, fixing your hair.

he was getting nervous. again.

but the nerves this time were incomparable to earlier. so far, everything that has occurred is typical behavior; knocking on your door, being greeted, and walking inside. nothing was out of the ordinary. but the feeling welling up in his chest is akin to those awkward nerves one feels when entering someone’s home for the first time.

he toes off his shoes, “…don’t make this weird,” he states as if he wasn’t the one acting oddly.

before you knew it, the two of you were in your room with kunikuzushi leaning back into your computer chair. you cozied up against your bed’s headboard, sitting criss-cross apple sauce with kuromi nestled between your exposed thighs. kunikuzushi allowed his head to fall backwards, pressing the top edge of your chair against the back of his neck as he released a sigh. internally, he did find your current state endearing, with you surrounded by an army of plushies, but he was not ready to admit such a thing yet.

too early.

“ready to chat, lover boy?” you hummed, fiddling with kuromi’s ears in your hands. he turned the chair slightly to give you a slight side eye as he furrowed his brows. both you and the black plush were staring at him with teasing smirks.

“don’t call me that,” he grunts, “and chat? about what?”

you squeeze kuromi and his rough recording fills the room and he groans, pressing his hands into the balls of his eyes as you laughed.

“alright, alright, i get it,” kunikuzushi bites out, sitting up in your chair as he spins back and forth. he could feel himself slowly taking down the individual bricks around his heart. whenever you wanted heart-to-heart conversations, it takes a second for him to share.

“where do we start?”

“honestly, i thought we would have been making out by now, like right when i opened the door,” you start with a laugh, taking in his growing blush with glee, “but i think it’s cute you’re taking it slow.”

he rolls his eyes, “i’m not trying to be slow… but you wanted to talk. so talk.”

you released an aggravatingly loud sigh, “fine, if i must go first. we’ll treat it like twenty questions, except no one’s counting and the rules don’t matter. rapid fire, by the way. i don’t have all night.”

“so, not like twenty questions at all.”

“exactly. when did you realize you liked me?”

“uh,” he blanks as his face only darkens further, thinking about how to answer. he knew exactly when he fell for you, but kunikuzushi was wondering how he should go about answering your question in a way that did not make him want to stand up, walk home, and block you on snapchat.

“too slow, i’ve got a lot of questions for you, so you better speed it up!” you chided, pelting a pillow at his face. kunikuzushi hisses as he swats the pillow just in time for it to fall to the floor with a quiet thump.

“insufferable. at this point, maybe i don’t like you at all.”

“first lie. answer the question.”

“fine! when you were introducing me to all of your sanrio plushies during our first movie night.”

“wow, that was a lot further back than i expected. what do you like about me?”

“i don’t get to ask questions?”

“you can go after me.”

“lame. i like almost everything.”

“that is almost a cop-out answer. and hey, what? almost?”

“you get on my nerves sometimes.”

“okay, rude! what’s your favorite thing about me?”

“physically or…?”

you hummed at that, “actually, answer for both. i’m very curious.”

kunikuzushi sighs and grips the armrests of your chair very tightly as he bounced his knee. this was so… vulnerable.

“you’re greedy,” he mutters as he mulls over how to answer. he notices you’re patiently waiting for the answer this time. he was partially grateful you remembered to take a little bit of pity on him.

“personality-wise, i like that you’re patient with me even though… i can be a little… rough around the edges,” he admits, unwillingly enjoying the proud smile you started to sport. he really was grateful that you stuck around and powered through his attitude, especially during the early stages of your friendship. he debated about your physical appearance.

he knew you weren’t going to accept ‘everything’ as an answer, but it was the truth! he liked your hair and the way it looked and felt in his hands when you asked him to style it. he liked your eyes when you looked at him and only him. he enjoyed watching you speak, the way your mouth moved and your lips stretched into a grin, like right now. he adored the way your hands felt on his skin whenever you needed to get past him and you’d touch his shoulders or his back for a second too long.

warmth rushed to his cheeks when his mind started wandering to less wholesome thoughts.

…he liked it when your lips would wrap around your boba straw when the two of you sat together at a table. his mind definitely would wander at night. he liked the feel of your back and your thighs when he hoisted you over his shoulder when you had too much to drink and he carried you home. his left hand would keep your torso steady against his shoulder and his right hand would keep a gentle grip on the backs of your legs. along the same vein, he loved it when you pressed your chest against his back when you demanded to have a piggyback ride because you were dumb and wore the wrong shoes for the occasion.

you felt so soft.

“everything,” he repeats breezily, staring at you, waiting for you to challenge his answer. he shifted in your seat, subtly trying to rearrange himself.

you groaned. ”we are not entering a relationship if you’re gonna answer my questions like that,” you huffed, collapsing onto your side as you cradled kuromi against your chest. his eyes darted from your own orbs down to the exposed skin.

“you don’t get to be picky,” he replies dryly, clearing his throat. he could feel heat rushing to his face.

“just say you like my tits or something. at least that’s an actual start,” you grumble and he nearly chokes on his spit, leaning forward in your chair. you peer at him, taking in his reaction, “i know you look.”

he stares off to the side, warmth drowning his body as he refuses to respond. but you took that as a good sign to continue teasing him.

“it’s flattering,” you laugh gently, “c’mere,” you grin, staring at him as you patted the comforter. you were still laying on your side as you gazed at him.

wordlessly and without even sparing you a glance, he crawls onto your bed and mimics your earlier arrangement, placing my melody between his thighs. strategic, if he could give himself some credit.

you peered up at him through your lashes, subtly licking your lips. to kunikuzushi, it felt like the temperature in the room was only rising faster and faster.

“let’s try again,” you murmur, splaying out onto your back as you released kuromi. she rolled and fell to the floor, but no one batted an eye. the indigo-haired man swears under his breath at the twitch he felt between his legs at the slightly sultry, a little too excited tone of your voice. despite the blood all going south, he had one working brain cell that helped him register that as a cute attempt at seduction.

you repeated, “what about me, physically, caught your eye?”

you stared at him expectantly from your relaxed position on your bed. the way his eyes darted all over your body technically gave you the answer.

hair, eyes, oh? chest! thighs… chest again. lips. oh, back on the chest. thighs. inner thighs?

wow. he really did like everything.

as you waited for his response, you propped yourself back up, leaning against your mountain of pillows and stuffed animals. his mouth bobbed open and closed as he seemed to ruminate over the proper way to answer your question. he knew he couldn’t say everything again. but he felt picking one part of you was doing the rest of you a disservice.

not that he would say that, lest he shoots down his pride and inflates your ego. he swallows thickly when his eyes slowly meet yours again. he speaks, but you don’t catch his words.

“hm? repeat that?”

he scowls, a teensy pout gracing his lips as he looks off to the side. for a second, no one moves. the stillness of the room with the rhythmic tick of your clock was suffocating. the sound of your sheets grabbed your attention as he gently puts my melody off to the side. your eyebrow raises in interest when he transfers from his bottom onto his knees.

‘oh, he’s crawling—‘

“i said,” he starts, a red stain blotting his face, “it would be easier… if i could just show you,” he grumbles, sinking closer to your body. his hands rest on either side of your knees, his face keeping a respectable-ish distance away from your body as he stares at you, waiting for permission.

he is a consent king, after all.

in his eyes, your dumb little nod was all he needed to hesitantly move his hands from the comforter right onto your thighs.

and oh god, you were as soft and pliant in his hands as he imagined. the way the meat of your thighs gave way to his slowly tightening grip sent a tingle down his spine as he just admired the prize in front of him. the way you allowed him to part your legs without any sassy quip was something he would keep in his back pocket for later. his eyes narrowed at the way his nails would leave indentations when he gripped a little too hard… he liked the way your hair rested against the pillow in a slightly disheveled way.

kunikuzushi licked his lips when he thought about how he would love to mess up your hair.

tug it?

pull it?

…coat it?

your gasp followed by a giggle snapped him back to reality, “thighs, huh?”

he shrugged half-heartedly but did not make eye contact with you, “one part of you i quite like, yeah.”

all the while, his hands were gliding up and down your skin, taking it all in. from your knees, up your thighs, sliding closer to the bed so his hands would coast your hips. he’d hit your waist and travel back down, squeezing every so often.

honestly, this felt like a dream for kunikuzushi. all of those sleepless nights pining after you… sleepless nights that derailed into furious, unsatisfying, and guilty evenings where he would have to… relieve himself at the memories of you he had stored away. once, he found himself opening your instagram, before frantically tossing his phone to the side.

laying there late at night feeling like the worst friend in the world because he succumbed to his desires rather than respecting the friendship.

thing is, he’d feel guilty and do it again sometime that week.

back in the real world, the dim lighting of your room and the gentle hum of your room fan lulled him into a slight daze as he silently got lost in his head as he continued taking everything in; everything that was happening right now was just so unreal, so intoxicating.

the sudden gentle grip you had on his hands brought him back, “you should show me what else you like about me,” you grin cheekily, your own blush revealing that you were not unaffected by his soft admiring touch. he leers at you, partially annoyed that you interrupted his process of adoring the art displayed before his eyes. he sighs before inching higher, hovering right over your face as he breathes steadily.

ah, actually, he was breathing shakily.

“…i can do that,” he murmurs gruffly before planting his lips onto yours.

this.

this was everything he imagined and more. the way your soft lips collided with his and moved with him in tandem. the way your hands darted to his shirt and weakly gripped and crumpled the fabric in your grasp. and god, the way you occasionally gasped into his mouth when his hand would rake all over your form, desperately trying to feel everything in case you decided this was a one-time thing.

he pulls away with a ragged breath, feeling his mind go haywire at the sight of your chest rising and falling, your lips redder than usual from the fervent kissing. pupils dilating, he rests his head between the plush mounds on your chest.

you laugh lightly, resting your hands on the back of his neck, running your nails through his hair at the base of it, “finally. i had been dying to kiss you.”

kunikuzushi’s walled heart nearly pounds out of his chest. there you go again. always slamming a pickaxe at the cemented stone fortress he stored deep within him. he only chuckles as he catches his breath, “dying, huh?” he repeats, craning his head up at you. the smirk on his face was not the usual cocky simper; rather, it looked half-hearted. admittedly, kunikuzushi found this sort of… entanglement much more natural than the conversation earlier.

the softness of his violet eyes as he gazed at you; it was like he was gazing at something divine.

you loved that look on him.

you giggle slightly, your hands traveling to his shoulders.

“mhm. dying. however,” you start coyly. his eyebrow quirks up at the teasing tone you adopted in your words.

consider his interest piqued.

“however, i’m interested in the idea of your snarky mouth being useful somewhere else, too,” you breathed, your voice lowering an octave as your eyes seem to darken. your lips curled upwards as your eyes lidded over; he could feel the plump legs squeezing him and tremble with anticipation.

emotions? talking about feelings? hard.

letting his cock do the thinking and enjoy you the way he had been dying to for the past few months? like second nature.

he grinned.

minutes later, clothes were a thing of the past. kuromi and my melody had long fallen to the floor and laid side by side. their owners needed as much room as possible to—

a sharp gasp rang through the air as your thighs clamped down on his head. kunikuzushi groans against your core as he laps up every drop of gold that leaked from your slit.

your legs shook in his firm hold, “y-you’ve done this before—!” you choke out as his shoulders shake from his quiet laughter. he peers up at you; his mouth was unseen by you due to the angle; he laves his tongue on your clit, but you could see the mirth oozing from his eyes as he soaks in your subtle compliment. after pressing a gentle kiss on your nub, he pulls away.

“one night stands,” he answers simply, tracing letters of his name on your hips. you chuckled, dropping your head back into the pillows.

“i never saw you hook up with anyone,” you laugh, teasing him, “thought you were a virgin.”

he scoffs, “everyone thought you were my girlfriend, so people stopped coming to me. sort of lost easy access, to put it crudely. not that i was messin’ around that much,” he explains as his eyes drift back down to where he was previously occupied.

the indigo-haired young man could feel his cock jump at the sight. he had lapped up every drop of your slick before pulling away just moments before, but you were already starting to get so wet again.

in the kindest, hottest way possible, your pussy looked sloppy. debauched. filthy. and fuck did he love it. he wish he had a sliver of care to think of sweeter words for you.

he could see your hole flutter whenever his fingers pressed harder into your sides. he could see that you wanted him just as bad as he wanted you… even though the two of you were trying to not look that desperate for one another.

however, you were not as delighted as he was. at his words explaining how he had easy access to almost anyone he wanted, you felt a tight feeling well up in your chest as you frowned and furrowed your brow.

envy was a bitch and she made her appearance.

at your unusual silence, his explorative hands paused and he averted his gaze away from your cunt and back at your visage.

before he could tease you about the irked expression and pout gracing your face, you grabbed the crown of hair roughly and shoved him back into your slick and he loudly groaned and eagerly began to work once again.

fuck, that was so hot.

his hands on your hips fumbled and darted to rest on your thighs as his neat, black nails found their home there as he dug into your skin. he realized he’d leave a bruise or two, or even cut into your skin at this rate, but he only tightened his grip at that thought. your subsequent whimper only morphed into a breathless groan as you strengthened your grip on his hair.

your nails dug into his scalp as you keened and squeezed his head between your legs, “k-kuni… you’re so…good—“

his violet eyes rolled to the back of his head at the sting before he squeezed his eyes shut, releasing his own desperate whimper against your core. you were so fucking unfair, he thought. it was unfair how divine you sounded, and his hearing was muffled by the meat of your thighs. you sounded this good by just playing with you with his tongue? fuck, he had to know how you’d sound mewling on his cock.

kunikuzushi could feel your grip around his head slacken as he flicked his tongue on your clit and he took advantage of the brief respite, “hah… needy, aren’t you?” he pants as his right-hand slipped down your leg till he released it entirely. his left hand caressed your hip and thigh, trailing his fingers up and down.

you bite out a laugh with a genuine grin on your face, reclamping your thighs and trapping his head between your legs. you could feel the metal of his earrings press deeper into your skin, but they were warmed up long ago. he hums before planting a kiss right on your pulsing clit.

“s-shut the fuck up,” you bite, “you’re one to talk—!” you gasp when you feel him softly nibble on your clit, challenging you to finish your quip as he stares at you. blearily, since pleasured tears started to blur your vision, you could see where his free hand had gone to. well, you couldn’t see it, but you were conscious enough to note the slight rhythmic bouncing of his bicep and the increasingly pleasured look on his face as his mouth releases his own quiet breaths.

you throw your head back, feeling like that tip of the iceberg starting to creep up on you as he hums against your core, “t-touching yourself… while…” you struggled to finish your sentence as your grip at the crown of his head migrates south to help keep his bangs away from his eyes. the sounds that have been flooding your room have got to be the lewdest things you’ve heard. the air was filled with your pleasured gasps, his groans of desire and heightening climax thanks to his busied hand, and the downright filthy sound of your sopping cunt as he worked his tongue.

in the far reaches of your brain, you dumbly wondered how it’d feel if he had a tongue piercing.

your gentle assistance roughens when you shove his bangs back and grip it tightly in your fist. he almost rolled his pretty eyes back again as he frantically flicked your clit with his tongue in response. his own hand speeds up and he whines into your cunt

up, down. up, down. nibble. lick. left, right. left, right. ciiiircle, kiss—

“if that’s a problem,” he pants, pulling away for a moment. he licks his lips, relishing in your taste and the sight of a glistening string of your essence snapping between his lips and your cunt. he idly and pleasantly notes the slick he couldn’t reach on his cheeks, “let me know. otherwise, i’m going to enjoy myself to the fullest.”

oh, and enjoy himself he did. throughout most of this, he had his eyes closed; logging the sounds, smells, taste, and feeling of finally getting to experience one of his fantasies. you were honestly even better than what his mind had concocted late at night when one hand was pressed against his shut eyes while the other frantically stroked his dribbling cock; to have you at his mercy, whimpering as he laps every drop of your slick…

fuck, he hoped you’d let him do this for the rest of his life. when you yanked his hair and roughly shoved his mouth back onto you? that had his cock twitching and weeping for relief.

the green-eyed monster that took over you for a brief moment? he didn’t think it was going to br as a big of turn on as it was. he couldn’t help but whine against your body.

every so often, his eyes would flutter open and he would stare up at you, noting the way you craned your neck and throw your head back when he would firmly flick his tongue up against your clit. his eyes would slam shut at the sight, only to flit open again when a spurt of your slick dribbled down his chin. sure, it was beyond hot that you were this desperate, this wet just for him as you whined for him to circle your clit faster; he had half the mind to tease you, but when he felt his own cock leak onto the sheets, he bit back his words and continued his service.

presently, he latches his lips back on your nub as you cry out, your back starting to arch off of the sheets. you could feel him prod your hole with his tongue, trying to taste all of you. the heavy breathing and groans escaping his mouth filled the air along with your moans were nearly pornographic at this point. kunikuzushi was very attentive; he noted he could make your back arch when he slowly yet firmly flicked his tongue up against your clit. you’d whimper and thrash when he traced circles. you’d white-knuckle grip the sheets when he wrote his name; you especially seemed to love it when he traced the ‘u’s and ‘z’ in ‘kunikuzushi’.

did you even notice what he was languidly and possessively writing?

when he wrote ‘i’, he dipped his tongue in to get a better taste of you.

while he loved your reactions to his tongue, he was still curious about what other reactions he could rip from you through other means.

oh, he could feel an addiction forming, but he’d argue it was the best one he could ever have in his lifetime.

you whined and thrashed in his hold, “‘m… close… getting close…”

“usin’ fingers,” he grits out a simple warning as he flicks off his rings onto your bed, his haggard breath tickling your sensitive core.

you could feel the soft bluntness of one of his fingers tracing your hole, but before you could complain about how you were just fine with his tongue, you felt him slide in a finger.

admittedly, this was not an easy position to hold, but when you keened and bit back a sob of pleasure when he brushed against that spot, he ignored the burn in his arms as he cooed at you desperately.

you were taking his finger “so, so well for me” and “you can take one more, darling, can’t you?”

he shuddered at the sudden fluttering tightness enveloping his digits, and his mind could not help but wander to how your warm, tight cunt would feel wrapped around his cock. his right hand tightened its grasp on his cock, trying to emulate exactly what his fingers were experiencing.

not the same. but it’ll do.

he bites back a pathetic whimper as he speeds up his hand and slips in another finger, his hips starting to buck into the bed.

if you continued being this addictive, he was not going to last much longer.

with wide eyes bordering crazed, he grinned up at you, relatched his kiss-bruised, slick-soaked lips back on your clit as he crooked his fingers up. frustrated edged tears slipped from your eyes as you glared down at him, but he only continued his ministrations. after a few more massages of the spongy spot deep inside you, he pulls his lips away and breathes heavily. kunikuzushi only sped up, as his thumb had taken over his tongue’s job.

oh, he reveled in the way your eyes just fluttered and rolled back and how your legs shook from being edged for too long. your kiss-bruised lips parted to make way for the soft begging of ‘l-let me cum, kuni-’

he slinks his way up before nibbling on your ear, his heavy cock leaking and pressing against your hip as he sighs huskily and happily against your ear.

“you and i clearly aren’t going to last much longer. i’ve been dying to fuck you for months,” he murmurs, kissing down your neck as you dumbly and frantically nod, feeling his thumb rub in circles as you were starting to hurdle off the edge. he was delighted by the garbled noises slipping from your lips.

close, close, kuni, i’msoclose-

kunikuzushi smiled against your neck before sucking a teensy little mark on the skin of your neck.

finally, finally, finally—

he laughs at the scrunched-up look on your face. his own eyes darkened as he notes how you pretty you looked when you were disheveled and so close to cumming on his hand. the lithe male shifts above you as he rips his fingers out of your cunt and you cry out, your orgasm being denied once again.

he ignored your loud cried and cursing as he examined how ruined his hand and the sheets below you look before gingerly grabbing your chin to part your lips. when you sigh, roll your eyes, and comply, he slides his slick-soaked fingers into your mouth and orders you to clean him up.

“good girl,” he coos, loving the half-hearted glare you gave him, “i’ve edged you, what, twice? three times? already losing track.”

kunikuzushi presses the blunt head of his cock against your core and you gasp, wiggling your hips. he leans down close to your debauched face, loving the flush and starry eyed glint you sported. he was sliding the tip against your core back and forth, letting it catch but not slide into where you needed him most. he leans back and grabs the backs of your knees, pulling your legs up, before pinning your legs down to your sides into a mating press. he leans forward to feverishly pant and almost drool against your squirming form, a teasing smirk plastered on his pretty face.

“let’s see how many times i can make you cum on my cock, hm?”

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[babeyobiwan]

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#yall im so stressed about my job #i had to skip my shift last night and my shift today bc if finals and im lowkey freaking out #like i know i probs wont get fired bc literally everyone at this place is new to their job #and ive emailed my scheduling supervisor twice about it basicaly throwing myself at his feet begging for forgiveness #and i havent heard anything back from him other than him sending a mass email talking about some of the scheduling stuff #and apparently other people have been having issues with the scheduling too #bc im technically part time and they said that part time people would pretty much only work two or three times a week #but then i get scheduled for four shifts during finals and other people are basically getting full time hours #its a wholeass mess and has been lowkey freaking me out #bc i go in tomorrow and ill have to beg for forgiveness to them in person and hope theyll be merciful #which i know they will but my brain is still like ‘what if this horrible thing happens’

[the-lady-of-stars]

The one about the Gonk droid and the Comm

For @itsyellow ☺️

Crosshair x Reader

Peace, love and kisses for my man Crosshair bc boy does he deserve it after todays episode. No spoilers for TBB. No plot at all tbh just shameless love for grumpy man. Somebody give this man a kiss pls.

Warnings: Very brief non-explicit mention of sex near the end but nothing graphic at all it's just Wrecker poking fun at Cross and reader.

My inbox is still open for requests! See my earlier post for details :)

You left your bunk on the Maurauder just in time to watch Crosshair storm off the ship, lips pulled into a thin grimace.

You immediately turned to look at the rest of the boys, furrowing your brows in silent questioning. The sheepish smile on Wrecker's face told you enough about what had occurred.

As much as they loved each other, Wrecker's boistorous and loud personality often clashed with that of his silent and snarky brother, something which proved to be the starting point for many arguments when they were crowded together on such a small ship.

With a roll of your eyes you slipped out the ramp and headed over to your sniper who was now perched on top of a tall rock glaring out over the forest. You basked in the feeling of grass beneath your boots, enjoying the fresh air that the planet you had temporarily stopped on provided.

Crosshair, as you had expected, was polishing his rifle with a cloth, a habit he had formed to calm himself down. He paid you no notice as you settled next to him, just meticulously scrubbing at the rifle.

"Cross." No answer. "Look at me. Please?" you spoke softly and sweetly to him, not wanting to anger him any further. You knew his annoyance at Wrecker wouldn't last long, it never did, but when he was angry Crosshair was a ticking bomb.

The sniper huffed out a sigh, carefully placing his rifle down before turning to meet your gaze. You smiled at him, and Crosshair immediately felt his irritation melting away at the tenderness in your eyes.

"What happened back there?" you asked tentatively.

He groaned, scowling at the memory. "Wrecker was weightlifting that karking gonk-droid again and he slammed it down on my comm. I'd only taken it off for a second before he crushed it. Tech's got it now, but there's only so much you can do to fix a pile of scrap metal with sparks coming out of it."

You choked lightly, trying to hide your laughter under the guise of a cough.

"Oh, think that's funny do you?"

Crosshair tried to get up to storm off yet again but you grabbed his wrist and lightly tugged him back down.

"Hey, hey no. 'S not funny. Not at all," once again you barely concealed a snort, resulting in the sniper rolling his eyes back. You didn't miss, however, the way his mouth began to form a grin.

Crosshair sighed to himself, finding his thoughts drifting to how you were his weak spot, how something about you brought him a feeling of peace that no other could.

He shook his head with a huff of laughter, finally seeing the humorous side as his anger faded.

"Gonna kill 'im," he grumbled, turning to face you and taking your hands in his.

You laughed openly this time, and Crosshair felt his heart skip a beat at the sound. Tech had described him as 'wrapped around your finger' a few days ago, and as much as he hated to admit it, his little brother was right.

Cross smiled, playing absentmindedly with your fingers as you sat cross-legged facing each other.

"I'm sure he didn't mean to drop it on your comm, Cross," you reassured with a smile.

"Eh, I know. Doesn't make the sheb-head any less annoying though."

You snickered then lifted his hands to your face, pressing a soft kiss against the knuckles of each one. Crosshair found himself in a trance, feeling his skin heat up as your plush lips skimmed across his hands.

He slid one hand out of your grasp to reach up and gently cup your jaw, running a thumb over your cheek. His breath caught in his throat as you leaned into his touch, your eyes fluttering closed. You tilted your head to the side to press a kiss to his palm. In return, Cross pulled the hand he was still holding to his lips and mirrored your previous actions, trailing kisses across the peaks of your knuckles.

It didn't matter how Crosshair liked to portray himself to outsiders. The second you came close to him he would always drop his cold and bitter facade in exchange for tenderness and passion.

"I love you," he breathed against your skin, barely audible but still music to your ears.

"I love you too, Cross. More than you'll ever know."

He exhaled deeply before shifting closer to you, lifting both hands now to cup your jaw and pull you in for a kiss. There was no rushing this time, no swift kisses stolen when his brothers weren't looking, no rapid pecks before charging into gunfire, there was just pure emotion.

Crosshair didn't need to use words to tell you how he felt. The way he tilted his head to swipe his lips oh so perfectly against yours told you enough, and you found yourself reaching behind his neck to pull him closer. You lowered one hand to rest it flat over his heart, feeling how strongly it pounded, how fast it jumped. You'd be lying if you said you were in any better state. His tongue lightly traced your bottom lip before he tugged on it with his teeth playfully, grinning.

He wormed his hands under your thighs and scooped you up into his lap, deepening the kiss. Crosshair felt high in that moment, caught up in the taste of your lips and the way your soft skin nuzzled against his. Your hands clutched the back of the collar of his blacks at the base of his neck, keeping him secure and close as you could.

The two of you were so caught up in the moment, in fact, that you failed to notice Wrecker bounding towards you until he practically roared out Crosshair's name in joy. He groaned deeply, his annoyance at his brother returning at being interrupted.

"What, Wrecker? Can't you see we're a little busy here?" he spoke sharply, turning his attention to the large man who was parading Crosshair's comm up in the air at the end of an extended arm.

"Tech fixed it! See? Good as new!" he bellowed, waving it around.

Crosshair groaned, reaching out to snatch it from his brother's grip before he went and broke it again.

"That's great, Wrecker. Now. D'you mind?" he sharply motioned his head in the direction of the Marauder, signalling his brother to return and leave him alone.

Wrecker convulsed with laughter at this, clutching his sides.

"Yeah, sure! I'll leave you alone so you can keep makin' out with your girl. Don't have too much fun though. Me and the boys are only over there in the ship and we sure as kriff don't wanna hear anything like we did the other night from your bunk."

You choked at this, turning to hide your face from Wrecker in embarassment, naturally only sending him into another fit of laughter.

"Wrecker!" Crosshair howled, pointing a finger aggressively at the Marauder.

"Alright, alright, I'm goin'." Wrecker chuckled, turning to depart for the ship but not before shooting you a heavy wink.

You groaned, hiding your face in Crosshair's neck. "I don't think I'm ever going to be able to show my face to your brothers again."

Cross' chest shook in laughter. "Oh well, they'll get used to it."

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reunited//din djarin x f!reader

first off, thank you to my Siri ( @booksmusicteaandanimals​ ) for giving me this fic idea earlier today, especially bc after she gave me this idea i ended up getting two other ideas bc of it. 

I hope you all enjoy it :) 

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You’d felt him before you saw him. It had been years since you’d felt another Force user in your presence, and even though he was clearly bothered by something, the waves of despair that you felt did not surprise you in any way. Feeling him as you walked down the path, you found yourself standing in front of a creature you had only heard about in legends and bedtime stories.

“Hello little one,” you brought your hand out to touch his three fingers, allowing him to infiltrate your mind, talk to you, “Would you like for me to help you find this man, the Mandalorian?”

You felt a resounding yes come through the force and after securing the little one in your arms, you continued down the path you were on. Clearly whoever you were looking for was someone who would stand out, whether intentional or not, and you had heard rumors about a bounty hunter being in the area that morning, so you figured the best place to head towards would be the cantina. As you walked you got to know more about the child in your arms and he shared with you memories of his journey with this Mandalorian. A Mandalorian who reminded you very much of one that you’d met when you were just on the cusp of adulthood. 

You waved at the little Mandalorians who ran through the marketplace, still having the freedom to do so before the Empire had forced them into hiding, and continued down to your stall, hoping that today would be a good day. The different teas that you’d prepared the night before rested in their containers, waiting for hungry eyes and watering mouths to request them and you sat there, eager to speak with anyone that viewed your stall as appealing, especially a certain Mandalorian who made his appearance every sun-down. 

He had his own blend, one that you’d created by accident, but that he’d enjoyed so much, you couldn’t help but make sure you always had some on hand. The sun had already started to set, the pink and orange hues covering everything around you, as you started to pack your stall- it had been another slow day.

“I hope I’m not too late,” your Mandalorian’s sudden appearance had caught you by surprise, something that happened often.

You smiled softly at the beskar covered man in front of you, “No, you are right on time actually.”

After giving him his tea bag, you finished packing up everything you’d need and started your trek home, accompanied by Mando, “Was your day good?”

A slight tilt of his head and a deep sigh escaping his lips told you that it was anything but, and you couldn’t help but agree, “Me too.”

As the two of you arrived at your door, you watched to see if Mando would follow you inside. Recently, you had gotten the feeling that things were changing between the two of you, and you wanted to tell him how you felt but there was another thing on your mind that you knew needed to be said first.

“Mando,” you whispered, waiting for the iconic tilt that told you he was listening, “I’m leaving Navarro.”

The second those three words left your lips, Din’s hold on the box in his hands released and he almost dropped it before catching it- and himself, “What?”

One word. That was all you got out of him, but what else could you expect.

You looked down at your twitching hands, wondering how you could explain everything to him. How much you loved him, cared for him, and also put him in danger. You knew he had a dangerous profession, but one thing was being a bounty hunter, and another thing was being on the run from the Empire.

“Something’s come up,” those three words told him everything he needed to know. You were hiding something from him and he didn’t like it, but watching your trembling figure next to him, made him wonder why you were lying. You’d always been so talkative, so open, so kind, so- he’d even considered giving you his name tonight, but now he wasn’t so sure.

Your eyes looked at everything but him, “I have to leave. I was won-” you looked down at your feet and took a deep breath in, “Can you stay here tonight, please?”

A deep sigh came from his helmet, “No, I’m sorry.”

You shook your head as a watery chuckle escaped your lips, “It’s okay, don’t apologize Mando-” “Din. Call me Din, please.”

“It’s okay… Din.”

 You hadn’t realized that you were projecting this last memory of your Mandalorian until you felt the child shift in your hands. Looking down you realized he wanted to share something with you. Suddenly, you were bombarded with different images of his Mandalorian as if he were trying to send you a message, “Do you think he’s my Mandalorian?”

As you asked that very question out loud, Din had caught sight of you and the child in your arms. He almost hadn’t recognized you, and if it weren’t for the fact that you held his son in your arms he would have easily skipped over you in his search for Grogu. What a coincidence that the one time he loses Grogu during a fight with some other bounty hunters, it is in the very town you are in.

Din had been so consumed by your appearance, he hadn’t realized the way Grogu had pointed you towards him until you were standing there as clear as day.

“Y/N?” He hadn’t realized he had even whispered your name, still in awe of seeing you after years of separation. It was sweet on his lips, like honey, and he wanted nothing more to drop on his knees and bask in your presence. 

Of course, you hadn’t been sure that the child in your arms was correct until you heard your name escape the helmet in front of you. Your eyes watered as you finally accepted that the child was very much right, “Din?”

Tears ran down your cheeks as you took Din in, “It really is you.”

You felt the child move around in your arms and you suddenly remembered what it is that led you to him, “I take it he is yours.”

Din nodded his head quickly in agreement as he grabbed Grogu from your arms, “Could-” there was a pause, “Would you like to come with me to my ship? We can talk more there.”

You gleefully nodded, even though the tears continued to fall, as you motioned for Din to lead the way.

Soon you found yourself in the comfort of the Razor Crest, and even though you had only been on it once before, it felt more like home then the planet you were currently residing in.

After settling down in the cockpit you found yourself telling Din everything, not only why you left but how you ended up in Navarro in the first place to how you ended up standing before him with Grogu in your arms. While he has hurt that you had never told him any of this before, he understood, in a way you’d wanted to make sure he’d stay safe and that could only be for certain if he didn’t know.

“Oh, cyar’ika,” Din’s hand hovered over your cheek waiting for you to give him permission to touch you in a way he had never done before, “I missed you.”

The tears returned as did the memories of your time right after leaving him, “I missed you too, Din.”

Somehow Din allowed you to come closer and you soon curled up into his chest, your head finding comfort in the sliver of skin open to the air around you, “I don’t want to leave you Din, ever again.”

Din seemed to grunt something at your words and whispered, “Then don’t.”

You brought yourself even closer to Din, which you didn’t believe was quite possible, and whispered a simple ok as you finally let your mind come to terms with the fact that you had been reunited with your Mandalorian, your Din.

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Heather Part Two (j.m.)

A/N: Okay, so I have decided to start saying as little as possible in my A/Ns just to see if it brings in more interaction, if you guys want me to continue my ramblings, just shoot me a DM or something and I won’t stop them. This is a repost bc nobody saw this the first time?? Pls interact with this (preferably reblogging, but likes are good too!) 

 Anywho, this is the second part of Heather (my JJ imagine based on Heather by Conan Gray) and this is told from JJ’s perspective, I got this idea when I found this kinda parody/cover of the original song which will be linked below. I put some different scenes in this one too so it’s not just a retelling of my first part. Anyway, enjoy!!

Show/Movie: Outer Banks

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Reader

Warnings: Sad, angst, longing, negative thoughts about oneself (appearance, personality, etc), comparing to other people, jealousy, unspoken feelings

Might do a part three? I’ll probably do a part three.

Heather Cover by Zachary Tay

Part One | Part Two - You’re here!

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  He didn’t technically see her when she arrived at the beach, but he still knew she was there before she wandered down the dunes. He couldn’t help but glance over his shoulder, trying to get a peek of her. There she was, her shoes swinging by her side, her hair blowing in the wind as she walked. She didn’t look towards the group of her friends, instead, she scanned the beach and JJ found himself missing her gorgeous eyes. He watched her, her eyes slowly drifting towards the fire JJ sat at. In a spilt second, their eyes connected and JJ wished he could stay in her gaze forever, but her eyes were ripped from his as she breezed past the group.

 The girl under his arm laughed loudly, making him draw his eyes away from Y/N. He looked at the black-haired girl (Heather) donned in his sweater, clinging to him as she laughed at something John B had said. “What’s so funny,” JJ asked, trying to play off his absence. He didn’t really listen to John B’s recount. “Oh, must have had to heard it in the moment, I guess.” He mumbled, his eyes following Y/N as Jack, her co-worker from The Wreck ran towards her, a large smile on his face. He took in Y/N’s appearance, the sweater she wore was too big for her, it certainly wasn’t hers. It dawned on him like a lighting strike; it was Jack’s sweater. He felt a pang in his heart, remembering how she looked in his own sweater, the very sweater Heather wore right in that moment.

 He remembered how good Y/N looked in his sweater and how often she wore it after he had given it to her. On Heather, it was just a piece of polyester fabric, but on Y/N, it was much more than just a sweater. The day she gave his sweater back to him was the day he concluded that she didn’t like him. He couldn’t imagine how he even thought she would like him, he’s not even good enough for his father and he could barely stand himself. How the hell would Y/N want him if he didn’t even want himself? He didn’t even understand how Heather liked him.

 His eyes followed Jack as he ran off once again, obviously apologizing profusely to Y/N. Jack was everything JJ wasn’t: sweet, smart, hard-working, career driven, and loved. JJ wanted to hate Jack, but he couldn’t, he was too good of a person. He could see that Y/N and Jack would make a good couple, he could see why Y/N would have her gaze set on him. His dark hair, his tall stature, his boy-next-door smile - he was the complete package.

 Setting his eyes on Y/N yet again, he saw her sit down on a piece of driftwood, staring out at the ocean as the waves lapped up towards her barefeet. He let himself imagine that the sweater she was wrapped up in was his. He often replayed the December night he gave his sweater to her in his head, imagining that he had actually done what he wanted - kissing her. He liked to live in that alternate story at night, laying in his bed. He sighed, glad he didn’t kiss her in the long-run, for he didn’t know who he liked more: Y/N or Heather. “JJ, you should tell Heather about that one time when John B was high off his ass when CPS came knocking on his door.” Kie laughed, capturing JJ’s attention from the girl sitting on the driftwood.

 “Oh, uh, yeah, sure.” JJ laughed, remembering that day as he launched into his story. Though his eyes weren’t on her, Y/N still plagued his mind, having been there that day as well, skipping school to smoke with JJ and John B. He laughed as he retold the story, poking fun at John B, but leaving Y/n out of the story, not wanting to pull her into his fling with Heather, knowing there will be drama if he did.

 Though he was immersed in the story he was telling, he still noticed Y/N standing and walking along the beach, leaving the party before it even started. The bleeding colours in the sky made her skin glow with pink and orange, making her look like the figure of beauty. As she walked away, JJ could have cried. He didn’t understand how he, the boy who wanted nothing to do with the messiness of love, ended up in this situation.

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  The words Kie had told him earlier rattled in his brain like a single pill in a bottle. His mind played that moment back like a movie reel continuously playing. Once it ended, it restarted again. Like a painful torture device used to drive him to the brink of insanity.

 “I don’t get why Y/N keeps avoiding us! We never see her anymore, not since Heather started hanging out with us,” JJ groaned, plunking himself down on the couch dramatically. He had asked Y/N earlier at school (after cornering her at her locker) if she wanted to have a movie night just like old times, but she had told him she was going to study for a big biology test she had. “Why does she even need to study anyway? She’s at the top of her biology class, only second to Pope, of course.” JJ threw in the last comment, pleasing his friend who sat beside him on the couch, a freshly popped bowl of popcorn in his lap.

 “You guys do know why, right?” Kie asked, looking over her shoulder at them as she shifted through the DVD collection, the group deciding to go old school for the night. JJ shook his head while John B and Pope both nodded, making noises of understanding. JJ looked around, confusion clearly painted on his face.

 “Y/N still likes JJ.” Pope commented, tossing a handful of popcorn into his mouth, chewing it as if what he had just said was common knowledge.

 “What?” JJ asked, panicked, glad that Heather was hanging out with some of her other friends tonight instead of being with them. If she had been here, he would have never be given this piece of information.

 “You didn’t know?” John B asked, bewildered that JJ hadn’t picked up on anything.

 “Obviously not-” JJ cried, his eyes wide.

 “It was obvious, we all thought you had known by at least December third when you gave her your sweater, we thought that was you making your move on her finally.” Kie explained, shrugging.

 JJ still couldn’t believe that. If only he had seen how much she liked him, maybe he wouldn’t be praying for his eyes to catch her’s every time she walked by him. Maybe he wouldn’t want to cry every time they broke eye contact. Maybe he wouldn’t have assumed she likes Jack. He groaned, flopping around in the spare bed at John B’s, staring up at the dark ceiling as moonlight casted the window’s shadow onto the white surface.

 If he had known how much Y/N liked him that night, he wouldn’t be questioning who he liked more still. Maybe he didn’t like Heather at all. Now that he knew that Y/N likes him, he started to realize that maybe he didn’t truly like Heather, instead, only liking the idea of the distraction from the one he really liked. Though he realized this, he couldn’t do anything about it anytime soon. He had plans to eat lunch tomorrow with Heather and the group, he couldn’t break up with Heather at The Wreck.

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 Y/N was working today. That was the whole reason they were eating at The Wreck, to see her. John B and Pope missed her, Kie was able to see her during the shifts they shared or during shift changes, but the boys hadn’t seen her. JJ and Heather stood on the deck, leaning against the railing and JJ was giving the performance of his life. He couldn’t have Heather thinking that something was going on with him (he still had no idea who he liked more) so he was trying to act as normal as possible around her despite the fact that a war raged in his mind.

 He tried to keep his eyes on Heather as she talked adamantly. JJ nodded along, not really listening. Heather was beautiful and kind, but JJ grew bored easily. They had nothing in common. He was a surfer, she was from the city filled with concrete buildings and shopping malls. She just didn’t understand the joy in the little things. When JJ wanted to stargaze, she’d rather gaze at a TV screen. When JJ wanted to just sit on the beach and listen to the waves, she wanted to take pictures. When JJ just wanted to sit on his surfboard and let the waves roll under him, she didn’t want to ruin her make-up.

 Her hand squeezed his as she asked him about the stores he shopped at. He, not wanting to ignore her, joined her one-sided conversation and explained his mode of gaining clothes. She listened for the most part, but listening wasn’t really Heather’s strong suit. She loved to talk, not that JJ minded, but he would also like to have a conversation without being interrupted with a completely different story. He shot a glance in through the door, seeing Y/N at a table, talking with the costumers. She nodded, a shining smile on her face. JJ loved talking with Y/N. She’d listen, she’d talk. He’d listen, he’d talk. It was a perfectly balanced conversation with Y/N.

 He looked back down at Heather when she had asked him yet another question, but JJ wasn’t listening. “I’m sorry, what?” He asked, blinking. Heather giggled, thinking JJ was just a spacey type person who stared off in the distance, zoning out easily.

 “I asked about your shark tooth necklace, I’ve always wanted one.” She told him, the hand, that wasn’t in his, reaching up to fiddle with the shark tooth. JJ looked down at it, smiling fondly.

 “My friend made it for me with the shark tooth I found, I’ve never taken it off since they gave it to me.” He left out that it was Y/N who made it for him while she was going through her necklace making phase in middle school. She had made it too big originally, but it was okay since JJ grew since then.

 “Oh, well, maybe I could wear it sometime,” Heather asked flirtatiously. JJ gulped, not knowing what to say. He didn’t want to give it to her, but he didn’t want to start a fight before they ate a meal with his friends in public. Instead of answering, he pressed his lips to her’s in a lingering, long kiss. Heather smiled, giggling against his lips. Pulling away from the kiss, JJ glanced at the parking lot to see if John B and Pope were there yet, but his eyes came up with nothing. Heather shivered as a strong wind blew by them. “I’m a little cold.”

 JJ looked down at her, seeing that she didn’t have his sweater on. It was different, when Y/N had his sweater, she always wore it, or at least brought it, just in case she got cold. Heather didn’t bring it anywhere unless JJ asked about it. Wordlessly, JJ unlaced their fingers, dropping his arm around her shoulders, pulling her towards him. “I wonder if Y/N is cold? She doesn’t have a sweater on, only a t-shirt.” He thought, watching the parking lot out of the corner of his eye. He sighed, trying to clear his mind.

 “Yo! Let’s get some grub! I’m starving,”John B cheered, piling out of the van with Pope who cheered in agreement. JJ pulled away a bit too quick to play it off as normal while John B and Pope jogged up the stairs, their sneakers slapping the wooden deck. They walked right into the restaurant, leaving Heather and JJ to follow them. The bell above the door dinged, making Y/N and Jack look up from what they were doing. JJ looked up, seeing Jack leaning across Y/N, his shoulder touching her torso ever so lightly as he cleaned up spilt water. “Hi, Y/N! Where is your section?” John B asked.

 “Sorry, John B, I’ll have to take your table so she can get cleaned up, next time.” Jack told him, getting another dry towel to try and help her dry her clothes so she wasn’t dripping everywhere. JJ could sense John B’s disappointment, and he had to admit he was a little bit disappointed that he wouldn’t be able to hear Y/N’s sweet voice that he missed so much.

 “Thanks, Jack,” John B nodded his chin in Jack’s direction. “Maybe we’ll talk before we leave, Y/N.” Y/N looked back up from her shirt at the mention of her name, nodding. Their eyes connected as Kie and Heather jumped into a conversation. Every time their eyes connected, it was such a relief to JJ it truly was a sight for sore eyes. Much to his disappointment, their eye contact was gone as fast as it came when Jack interrupted.

 “That should be good, Y/N,” She looked from JJ’s eyes to meet Jack’s. The sight of her eyes connecting with Jack’s made JJ want to cry, missing that tiny connection that seemed to be the extent of their friendship these days. “You should go get changed, I’ll take these to the table for you, table four, right?” The group started to move, but JJ wanted to stay there, see if their eye would meet again before she disappeared to change, but he had to go with them. He was just out of earshot when she replied to Jack who carried the tray of drinks towards table four effortlessly.

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 He knew he shouldn’t have done this at school. He was kicking himself as Heather weeped, her face in her hands. “I’m sorry, Heather,” He whispered, nervously looking at the crowd watching them. They were stood next to the side of the building, the crowd gathering in the parking lot. He had tried to do it privately, but he also wanted a clean cut. When he saw his sweater in Heather’s hand, he had known that today was the day. “It’s just not working out.” He tried to console her, his fist gripping the sweater he held now.

 The group watching whispered, making JJ roll his eyes. Now he was going to be painted the villain, the heartless asshole who broke up with the girl in front of the whole school even though they just see her weeping and gasping, not the part where JJ was actually considerate for once. Normally, it was a harsh slap to his cheek and a few tears slipping past their eyes as they walked away, not full on sobs. Especially since they were only going out for three weeks - tops.

 Heather looked up from her hands, letting her arms swing at her sides as she glared at JJ. Black streaks of makeup cascading down her cheeks. With a final, harsh glare at JJ, she ran off, the group of people parting to let her through. JJ watched her run, his shoulders deflating at his ruined chance of keeping the break-up private. His eyes landed on one of the pairs of people Heather parted in her haste to escape: Y/N and Jack. They stood side by side, Jack holding both their books in his hands, both their bookbag straps on his shoulders.

 The group quickly dispersed, giving JJ a perfect view of them. He could see Jack say something to Y/N before she said something back, their eyes catching each other, once again making eye contact. JJ was so absorbed in her eyes that he didn’t notice the sympathetic smile she sent his way. It felt like forever as he stared into her eyes, her just staring back. He wanted her to stay, he wanted to stay, but he couldn’t just break-up with Heather and then turn around, rush towards Y/N, sweep her off her feet and profess his love for her - then he would be an asshole.

 “Come on, Y/N, let’s go. We can’t be late for our shift.” JJ heard Jack tell her, forcing her to break away from JJ’s eyes. He felt tears prick his eyes at the loss of their moment. His eyes never left her, once again hoping for their eyes to connect again, even though he had to watch her eyes connect with Jack’s which caused his heart to throb painfully. Watching her turn and walk towards Jack’s pick-up truck was the sight that made him want to die, then the pain in his heart would stop - right? The picture of her sitting in his passanger seat didn’t sit right with JJ. The thump of Jack tossing their books and bags in the bed of his truck made JJ flinch, but he still never took his eyes off Y/N, not even when Jack slipped onto the bench seat beside her, starting his truck and slamming his door.

 His pleas were answered when Y/N turned to gaze out the window, their eyes connecting once again in a fleeting moment before Jack slowly pulled out of the spot, exiting the nearly empty parking lot. JJ watched the truck as it drove down the road, waiting until it was out of his sight before he moved. He found out who he liked more. It was Y/N. It was always Y/N.

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[chimswae]

BTS Caretaker CH4

Summary: She may think she has Bangtan Sonyeondan wrapped around her fingers. She may think it is easy to love the members equally without hurting any soul. She may think the boys wont fall head over heels for her. She assumes it is okay to show a little love and affection towards the boys, what if she gets it all wrong? What if it only brings more complication to her already complicated life? Can she survive their charms? Will she be able to resist them? What if they just wont let her go?

- Pairing: BTS x Oc ( Yoongi x OC, Jungkook x OC)

- Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst, Romance, Idol!au

- Word Count: 2,833

- Author Note: I almost forgotten to update bcs too caught up with work :<

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Chapter 4

One month passed so fast, just like the blink of an eye.

Seul was getting used leaving early in the morning as early as six in the morning to Bangtan’s dorm to do the cleaning unless Manager Sejin notified her mother in advance of the changes in their schedule (which rarely happened). No one knew the fact that Seul filled in her mother’s position temporarily. It was her mother decision to keep it to themselves considering it was almost impossible to meet the boys and their managers there.

According to Mrs Hwang, as long as they didn’t get caught then there’s nothing to be worried. All these years, she had been doing her job silently like she never existed there. As much as the boys were eager to meet their caretaker but it was the lines which had been set by their company.

Rule 1: The caretaker is not allowed to have any form of contact with the boys except the managers.

Rule 2: The caretaker is only allowed to perform his/her job without the presence of the boys in the dorm.

Rule 3: The caretaker is prohibited to take any photos of their belongings and to only perform the task as listed in the contract that includes general cleaning and preparing meals for lunch or dinner is optional.

The job might appear exclusive to people out there but it was not as fun as it sounds. First, you had to clean after their mess, when we said mess, it was a REAL MESS. The boys were too busy and had little time in hand to clean their own rooms and clothes. As a result, Seul will be welcomed by the sight of their laundries every single day without failed.

Stack of laundries! We were not talking about three pair of jeans. It was just way too many. She wondered just how frequent they got changed in a day.

On the bright side, she could ease her mother’s burden as Mrs Hwang finally went to her treatment consistently without skipping any in a week. She just wished her mother to get better soon even though she had to work twice as hard than before.

With the help of Wongeun, she was able to keep up with her job at the bubble tea shop. Hence, since they opened around 8 in the morning every day, Seul could come later than her actual shift until she completed her work babysitting caretaking the boys.

“So, how’s life” annoying Ji Hoon sat up as he caught fatigue Seul walked pass him.

“Stop joking around Ji Hoon” she frowned, throwing her small body on the couch accompanied with a deep grunt. Working extras hard made her grumpier than usual. She was drained as hell today. Although, her body got used to perform two jobs in a day yet today was extremely extra in comparison to previous days.

His lips twitched upwards “Nuna, seriously you look super dead. What happen at work today?” he eyes rounded with a hint of concern.

“It was that time of the month when the shop is flooded with humans. Nothing special” Seul muttered with her eyes close. She needed a long bubble bath to get rid of this mental and physical exhaustion before she went gaga.

“Okay. How about Bangtan hyungs?”

“What is with them? And stop calling them hyungs, you don’t even know them” Seul sounded annoy just by hearing Bangtan Sonyeondan names. The names itself drained the last energy in her.

Hoon crossed his arm, turning his body to face Seul “They are my idols and yes I know them!” he responded feeling defensive.

“Ji Hoon being a fan doesn’t make you their friend, stop being delusional. You are seriously worse than their fangirls or those sasaeng in front of their building” Seul cringed at the thought of those sasaeng fans which she encountered every day before she entered the expensive building.

“Oh my god there are fans camp in front of the building!” he gasped dramatically as his breath hitched in process.

Rolling her eyes in annoyance, Seul shot her brother a dirty look “It is normal. They are celebrities like you never heard such cases on the internet” deep down inside she pitied them. How did they overcome those problems without getting annoyed or crazy over it? Guess they lived up to their names.

“Nuna… have you by any chance met any of them? Accidentally?”

“Are you crazy? Wasn’t it obvious I would only attend my job when they are not around”

“I know but isn’t there any slight chance in certain situation that you accidentally bump into them?” his brows perked up with so much interest. Hoon had always show his interest in her job as BTS Caretaker lately, and for an odd reason he would wait for her to comeback home every day just to get him updated.

Odd human being. Was every Bangtan fans acted like Ji Hoon or was it just him?

Seul inhaled deeply “That ‘certain situation’ will never happen. Ji Hoon I am not in the mood to entertain your weird antic, let’s be quiet and let me rest alright? Good night” with that she arose from her feet making way to her bedroom to get a good rest leaving sulky Hoon behind. Oh hell, it was not like she owed him anything? He was being dramatic as always.

Here goes another tiring day.

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“Don’t you find it is weird that Ahjumma’s food taste odd lately?” the youngest of the group murmured under his breath while he eyed the food in front of him. Not that he wanted to sound ungrateful yet all these years they grew immune to Mrs Hwang’s cooking. The slight change of taste in her cooking was noticeable to everyone.

Jin nodded along showing his agreement “Yeah, it doesn’t taste as good as before I wonder if she is too busy to cook for us and decide to buy takeaways instead?” he swallowed the last piece of meat in his mouth in delight.

“But there is no evident saying she bought it from outside and just enjoy the food, stop complaining. She works hard for us too” said the leader with serious tone.  It was his job to educate his members how to be grateful in any situation especially when it came to appreciate the fact that had food to eat in a day.

“I am just expressing my concern not that I am being bratty” Jungkook’s lips pursed into a pout.

Namjoon eyed the younger boy sternly “And I am just reminding you to always be thankful” he gave Jungkook a light pat showing off his dimple. He did not mean to cause any harm however it was their way of showing love to each other by being truthful in any occasion.

“Are you guys ready? Manager hyung is here” Jimin blinked fixing the strap of his sling bag with a small pout. It came out of habit whenever he was concentrating in doing something, his lips would twitch unconsciously into a small pout. The cause of death to every Armys outside.

Jin stood up gathering the empty plates placing it inside the sink “How’s Yoongi?” Hoseok appeared cheerfully while snatching the past piece of toast from Jungkook earning a dirty glare from the younger boy.

“Hyung is sleeping. I don’t want to wake him up, or he will insist to come with us” Hoseok shrugged patting Jungkook’s head like a small puppy signalling him to get ready now.

Jungkook tilted his head “Will hyung be alright alone?” his brows creased into a frown showing off his concern for Yoongi. They were supposed to perform in an award show today but few day ago Yoongi got hurt. He was recommended to not participate in any activities that can cause irritation to injured spot. Nonetheless, Bangtan will be performing like they usually do without Yoongi this time.

Guilt took over Yoongi even though he was supposed to get proper rest but his members managed to convince him to shrug the thoughts off.  There were too many things in his mind like how it was unfair for others to work while he stayed at home mopping around. It was unnecessary really, being Yoongi it was not easy to wash off the uneasy feelings in him. He tends to overthink.

“He is a man don’t worry. Yoongi will be fine” Jin exclaimed with a genuine smile ending Jungkook’s worries right way. The boys were ready to leave the house an hour later than they usually did today since they would head straight to the venue for rehearsal. Jungkook, Hoseok and Namjoon left their dorms followed by Jin afterwards whilst Jimin was patiently waiting for Taehyung to show up.

Grinding his teeth together, he stroked his hair getting impatient “KIM TAEHYUNG! WE ARE LATE!” he hollered.

“Five minutes!” Taehyung flustered upon hearing Jimin’s chirpy voice calling out for him. He made sure to clean Yoongi’s injury spot one last time before finishing up the steps with a satisfied smile. “Hyung, we are leaving now! Take care” Yoongi grumbled sleepily with a slight nod and murmuring inaudible ‘thank you’.

Taehyung strutted to the main door with a foolish smile that never left his face, he ducked his head a little “Sorry, I was changing hyung’s bandage. LET’S GO!” he swung his arm around Jimin’s neck, dragging the smaller guy out before he could reply him.

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Dragging her body lazily, Seul sighed at the sight of familiar building few metres from where she stood. She noticed black van parked in front of the building blocking the path for people like her to move and some more there she saw familiar faces a.k.a Bangtan’s fangirls there squealing like a freaking dolphin. Tilting her head at the direction, she decided to use the side entrance to enter the building. It was a hassle to deal with such crowd this early and she didn’t like that.

“Seokjin oppa!” a girl squirmed in sheer happiness. One may think this supposed to be an innocent act as a fan, but Seul knew it better. The girl was not a fan but a mental sasaeng who invaded their personal space.  Fans should not act to the extent of camping outside their dorms. Don’t they have a life?

Seul attention was fixed on a guy in his baggy sweater looking drained yet he managed to crack a soft smile. It was interesting to watch something like this live and to be honest she had no idea who this Seokjin person was though she heard from her mother that Bangtan is not the only celebrities staying there. It must be another group that she was not aware of. Scratch that.

Burying herself under her grey hoodies, she pushed herself behind the fangirls making her ways inside. Seul looked into the bright lobby as she scanned the card against a scanner, and the door beeped open. To her utter astonishment, her body almost crashed against two figures who happened to be running like little kids to her direction.

“Shit” Seul cussed under her breath harshly and about to pick up the card that she dropped earlier due to the impact. Before she could bend down to pick it up, the guy with blonde locks was quick to apologize and handed the card with a deep bow.

“I am sorry…Here is your card” Seul made no effort to look at their faces as she kept her head lower taking the card from him with a deep sigh. It was still early for her to get worked up over this matter.

Taehyung looked as guilty as charged “Sorry we are in rush. Jims lets go manager hyung is calling for us!” with those last statement those two dashed past her, pushing the door open with their hip, ran for their life towards the black vehicle.

“Manager hyung? Jims?” she made her way along the hallway while humming to it cluelessly.

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Seul’s nose scrunched up, inhaling the remaining trail of manly scent from every corner of the room. Guess they just left. She mentally cursed herself for liking the smell. It was creepy but she had a thing for man’s cologne. According to Seul, the best smell usually came from a man’s cologne.

Slipping off her grey hoodie leaving Seul in her cream shirt, she placed it neatly on the couch along with her belongings before attending the first task of the day, laundries. Thankfully, it was not as bad as the day before so she could manage it in one hour. Until then, she had to do the dishes and cleaning off other mess that the boys did. She plugged her earphones and went through her playlist while doing her job diligently without slacking off. Every nook and cranny of this place needs to be clean.

Seul started off with the dishes, the living room and preparing side dishes for the boys to devour once they returned from their schedule. She talked about the significance of preparing food for the boys when they could have eaten outside or ordered for delivery. To her distaste, her mother insisted of preparing meals for them even though the chances of the food being dumped into the dumpster at the end of the day was high. She indicated it was the noble thing to do as their caretaker. It was not all about cleaning but as well as keeping them fed with love and affection. This seriously made her puke rainbows.

The noise came from the living room had awoken the sleeping Yoongi inside the room, now he was genuinely annoyed. He thought everyone had left for good, this called for a fight. Yoongi sat up with exaggerated reluctance, he rose and stretched, not to forget it was followed by curses after curses. He shoved the duvet off from his body and made his way outside groggily.

Yoongi’s nose was welcomed by the smell of food with the mixture of sweet laundry detergent. It was subtle which doesn’t bother him at all as it blends perfectly into the thin air. He came to the realization that it was the caretaker Ahjumma. Apart from them and the managers only the caretaker had the access to their place.

The smile crept farther across his face as he made his way to the kitchen, curiosity did kill the cats. Everyone was dying to meet this kind Ahjumma who had been working for good three years with them. Even though, it was odd to see her working with the presence of Bangtan members today he assumed his manager must have forgotten to remind her about it. They were aware of the nature of her contract with Bighit became the reason why they never had the chance to meet their caretaker.

It was his lucky day perhaps. He finally got to meet her after years and could thank her personally on behalf of others for all the yummy foods that she cooked for them.

Yoongi raised his eyebrows, scrutinizing the small figure before him carefully. Seul had her back facing him with her hair tied into messy bun ‘She looks young. Is she even the Ahjumma?’ Yoongi did not look convince after all. Judging from her back view, she appeared way too young contradicted to her title as and Ahjumma and some more he couldn’t see any wrinkle from her fair skin. He did not want to sound like a creep but it was the truth.

After gathering his courage, he walked up behind Seul carefully keeping a little distance between them not trying to scare her off “Excuse me?” he attempted in gaining her attention. Then he noticed the earphones plugged securely there with loud music could be heard clearly from it.

He tugged the earphone off from her ears causing her body jolted up in surprised. Seul turned to face Yoongi with her eyes wide open “What the fuck?” the words slipped out from her mouth. Unamused Yoongi, narrows his eyes in anger “YOU ARE NOT THE AHJUMMA!” his deep voice gravelled under his breath.

Seul found herself squirming under his scrutiny.

“Who…the.. fuck… are.. you?” Yoongi lurched forwards trapping Seul between the kitchen counter. Every word came from his mouth were dangerously low and disturbing. He cursed something low beneath his breath, something that she couldn’t understand. It sounded like a thick accent from Busan or Daegu to her. Whatever it was, she felt small in front of him.

The breath caught in her throat and her heart twisted at the stunned tone of his voice.

“Stay away from me…” she clutched onto the counter trying to escape from his gaze.

Shit, am I getting caught? She mentally slapped herself for her stupidity.

The corner of his lips twitched into a smirk “Who the fuck are you?” he inquired again this time the tone of his voice was harsher than a minute ago.

This work belongs to  Chimswae © 2020. All Rights Reserved.

#bts fic #bts fanfic #min yoongi x oc #yoongi x oc #jungkook x oc #jeon jungkook x oc #bts fluff #yoongi fluff #jungkook fic #bts series #bts idolau #suga x oc #jungkook idolau #btscaretaker #bts romance

[wizardessheartprincess]

two minutes (part 2/?)

prologue here (x) 

pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader

story warnings: none really

genre: idk man tbh

a/n; probably will rewrite this bc it’s 3 am here and while i really wanted to get something out, i’m not super stoked about how I wrote Bakugou here, yikes. taking constructive criticism bc I need to get my act together asap.

taglist: @dragonempress123

It seemed to face the whole eternal world for an instant-

The next day, you’re waiting in your lab after school - while it’s normally easy for you to get lost in the details, to forget about time’s relentless passage, today, you’re anxiously looking at the clock every fifteen minutes, even though you set an alarm. It’s becoming harder to brush off the comments of your classmates passing through - and you were even more thrown off earlier, when someone commented that you gave off the energy of a schoolgirl anticipating her first date.

… Right. 

You’ve already pulled out all the prototypes of the designs you sent him last night - though honestly, you’re not even sure if they’ll work. They work in theory, you’ve tested them under ideal (and not-so-ideal) conditions, and even with other quirks, but never with his - which was a stupid decision, considering they were expressly designed for his quirk and his fighting style. 

Unfortunately for you, the moment a shadow crosses the door and you look up, you manage to drop the box of screws you were holding, out of sheer surprise. 

Incredible, Y/N. He had an appointment, he’s perfectly on time, and you still managed to be startled into making a wonderfully competent first impression.

You’re torn between greeting him and diving under the table to clean up the mess you’ve made in an otherwise relatively organized workspace, never to resurface, but you settle for… both. Quite possibly, the worst possible option.

“... Hi.” 

You’re all too aware of what it looks like - some ditzy doe-eyed girl, kneeling in a freshly made mess of the lab she supposedly calls home, hair messily put up in a low bun that’s falling apart more every minute, just like her confidence in this meeting, hands scrambling to sweep up the stray screws threatening to roll away and towards his feet. Yikes.

He shoves his hands into his pockets, and stares down at you, obvious doubt starting to bubble up in those carmine eyes.

You pick up the pieces a little faster, scooping up screws and tossing them back into the box at an almost inhuman speed.

“... Hey.”

His voice seems a bit… annoyed? 

Though, you barely skip a beat, tossing the last of the (visible) pieces back into the box before you stand back up, carefully placing the box on the nearest table.

“Hi, um, sorry about that. I’m Y/N.” 

You finally dare to make eye contact for more than a fleeting moment, awkwardly shifting your weight around before you blurt out, “You’re here for the attachments I sent you, right? I have more if you want, or we can try those out first…?”

It occurs to you immediately after you finish speaking that maybe he’s here to tell you thanks, but no thanks, or perhaps you’re moving too quickly. As you walk over to the shelf where you keep the prototypes meant for him stored, though, you notice him start to follow you, taking in the sight of all the wires and test tubes and computers around the room.

As you start pulling up files, though, he speaks up behind you in that same viciously casual voice you occasionally hear in the hallways in passing - 

“Listen, how long would it take you to make the wave interference device?” 

Straight to the point - noted. You turn around.

“Um, I’m not really sure. I’d have to measure the average strength of your explosions to calculate how much interference it’d have to provide, but -”

Seeing his palms start to crackle, you nervously take several steps back, your own voice starting to devolve into a fast-paced squeal - 

“ - but I’ve ballparked the force from what I’ve seen on TV based on debris projectile arcs, and I think this should kind of work?”

You can’t seem to pull the container down from the shelf fast enough, hugging it to your chest as you practically run to the nearest open table and plop it down, already almost immersed in setting the device up before you realize he’s staring at you in disbelief.

“... You already have it… done?”

He walks closer for a better look, though you anxiously eye his hands - a fire in the lab would be a nightmare to clean up, even with the help of your quirk. Even if you trust him to not be that hot-headed, everyone knew he had to be restrained at his first Sports Festival awards ceremony, and if he damaged your workspace in any way, you’d be the first to restrain him yourself.

“Not done. I actually haven’t made any modifications to this in a while, since most of the calculations for it are gross estimates I haven’t been able to confirm.”

Until now, anyway.

Luckily, there’s still some battery life left in the device, and you grasp it with both hands, holding it out, offering to help him try it. Maybe you shouldn’t be so forward, especially with him so unusually quiet, but you can’t help but be excited - you’re finally getting to test some of your best work (in your humble opinion). 

He stares at you with some suspicion for a few moments, but slowly offers out his own arm - which is all the trust you need anyway. 

Almost gleefully, you fit the device to his forearm - which should be ideal placement to absorb shock, based on videos you’ve seen of his previous fights. Part of you is still worried about how quiet he’s being, but maybe he’s just tired from training, though you doubt that weak explanation. 

“How does it work?”

You gently tug on the device, making sure it’s wrapped taut around his arm - though his arms are a bit more muscled than you’d expected. Good to keep in mind for the future. 

“For you, it should activate automatically, since it’s triggered by a chemical reaction with the nitroglycerin when it’s ignited… want to test it outside?”

You’re almost bouncing in excitement from the prospect of getting to finally run some real trials with your inventions, especially since he doesn’t seem to have negative feedback yet. 

“Is it too tight?” 

He rotates his arm around, flexing and unflexing slightly. 

“No.”

He lets his arm fall to his side, though not before crossing and uncrossing his arms - a force of habit, broken only by the foreign object around one arm, you assume. 

He starts walking towards the door - and it’s only a moment before you follow. He seems to be walking faster, now, and you can’t help but let your hopes soar that he’s just as excited to test your work as you are. 

You pass a few other support students in the hall, but you’re too thrilled to take much note of the knowing looks they give you - and soon enough, you’re finally outside. 

Still following behind him, you see him take several long strides into the courtyard… before he stretches his hand in front of him, at an angle directly facing the sky above the school gates, and you’re about to panic-yell at him to be mindful of the direction of his explosions, but…

Just as the late evening sky detonates in fumes of orange and grey and yellow, you realize - while you saw the explosion, you barely felt it - just a barely-there tremble of the air around you, despite being only a few feet behind him. 

The realization hits you just as it seems to hit him, and that’s the first time you’re awed by Bakugou Katsuki’s smile, grinning up at the sky, at his still-outstretched arm, the way light is reflected in those glimmering ruby eyes despite the bright explosion having dissipated already. 

#bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #bnha fanfiction

[fatechica]

sneak peek???? just a crumb bcs you love us

Y’know, for a moment, I was gonna post a sneak peak that would have had y’all freaking out and you would have hated me for it. But, I don’t feel like being that level of troll today, so you’re gonna get a different sneak peak - still cute and mileven-y, but not as taunting as it could have been.

(and if anyone’s curious what I was almost going to post for when you read the chapter once it’s out, pay special attention to the chapter opener and you’ll know what I mean....)

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El waits until they’re out in the empty hallways before she turns to Mike. Mike’s still fidgeting with his backpack strap, trying to get it to lay flat after his haste to get it on his shoulders. Her lips twitch in a smile as she looks him up and down. Today, he’s wearing acid washed jeans and a navy t-shirt with an unbuttoned flannel on over it. It makes El want to slip her hands inside the open ends of the flannel and wrap her fingers around the curve of his ribcage, makes her want to slide her hands up his chest to his shoulders so she can push it down his arms… makes her want to steal it off the floor for herself and surround herself in him.

She just wants and it feels endless, this yearning deep inside of her, raging low and quiet like a thunderstorm that’s miles out. She wonders what it’ll feel like when that storm finishes blowing in, when it’s no longer raging low and quiet, but is instead wild and tempestuous. She wonders how she’s going to resist him.

She wonders if she’s going to even try.

All in due time, El thinks before she shoves the thought (and the urges it brings) to the back of her mind so she can focus on the present. After all, it hasn’t even been a full day since he came over to her house and they finally cleared the air between them, so to speak. This is still all really new.

“You know, you really didn’t have to hurry back there,” El says as Mike finishes adjusting his backpack.

Mike looks over at her, a sheepish smile on his face, and shrugs. “I know. I just….”

“Wanted to get out of there?” El guesses, grinning softly. 

“Yeah,” Mike nods. “My friends were giving me shit and there’s only so much of that I can take.”

“Oh, that’s a mood,” El says as she leads them through the hallways towards her locker, where her backpack is stashed.

“So, um, what did you want to talk about?” Mike asks, shifting even closer to her as they walk. 

El can feel him brushing up against her from her shoulder to wrist and she almost shivers as tingles run up and down her spine. “Nothing, really,” she says, smiling up at him. “Just looked like you could a rescue.” Her smile turns into a wide grin as a thought occurs to her. “Though, if you want, we can go sit somewhere and talk about our project.” She shrugs. “Or anything else, really. I just like talking to you.”

A blush creeps up Mike’s face, but he’s still smiling, so El figures he’s not too overwhelmed of anything. “My hero,” he says, murmuring the words a bit.

They approach El’s locker and she stops to open it, focusing on putting in her combination. “What were they giving you shit about, anyway?”

El glances at Mike out of the corner of her eye, looking at him long enough to see him start squirming as he looks down at his toes, like the embarrassment of it is too much. “Oh, they were just….” He trails off, gulping. “They were giving me shit for staring at you.”

El grabs her backpack and lets out a huffed laugh. “Well, that’s rude.” 

Mike’s head snaps up to look at her, eyes wide and gaze full of panic. “Oh, um, I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to stare, but-”

El can’t stop the giggle that escapes her. “No, Mike, I was talking about your friends making fun of you, not that you were looking at me.” She shoulders her backpack and closes her locker. “You’re allowed to look at me as much as you want.”

Mike’s eyes narrow, gaze almost skeptical as he tests out the sincerity of her words. But his lips pull into a small frown, a moue of confusion. “So… you’re ok with that? Just wanna be-”

“Mike,” El says through another giggle, this one breathless with affection. She holds out her hand, palm up, just like she did last night. Only, this time, she just gives him an arched eyebrow and waits – no need to tell him what she’s wanting him to do. He’s smart, he’ll figure it out.

Mike’s mouth snaps shut, whatever he was gonna say cut off by El’s interjection. He glances down at her hand for a split second before he moves to take it. There’s a brief pause right before he does as he checks up and down the hallway, like he’s making sure they’re alone before he grabs her hand.

El’s heart gives a little warning pang at the motion, hoping this is a temporary hang-up, that he’s not scared or embarrassed to hold her hand in public.

But mostly, El’s just thrilled that he’s holding her hand again, both of them shifting their hold so that their fingers are entwined once more. It just feels so right. 

“Remember?” El says, voice gentle. “Holding hands means not mad. I want you to look at me if you want to look at me. I don’t want you to hold yourself back or do anything you’re not comfortable with, got it?”

There’s another long pause and Mike’s expression shifts so that he’s looking down at her with gentle eyes and a soft smile, his face warm and welcoming, and, oh, the way El’s heart skips a beat at the way this beautiful, amazing boy is looking down at her, like she’s everything he ever could want. “Promise?” he asks, smile quirking with humor that is some how also desperate in its insecurity.

A gasp sticks in El’s chest as the word promise rattles in her brain. There’s so much implied in his question, the word heavy with meaning. Does she promise to not be mad at him, to let him do this at his own pace, to be with him every step of the way? Does she promise to always be there for him?

Does she promise him all of those things and more?

A smile, small and tremulous, takes over her lips and El finds herself drowning in Mike’s hopeful gaze, warm and vulnerable and everything she’s ever wanted. “Promise,” she says, the word spoken with utmost tenderness, voice thick with all the things she wants to say but neither of them are ready for.

They stare at each other for a long moment, unable to look away, unwilling to even try.

But, El knows they can’t stand here and stare at each other forever, so she grins, tugging on Mike’s hand as she guides them down the hall. “Now, c’mon. Let’s go find somewhere to hang out before class starts. We still have, like 20 minutes to kill.”

“Whatever you want,” Mike says.

And, god help her, El believes him.

#the life of a fanfic writer #stranger things #mileven #be brave and kiss the girl #they're so cute in this chapter it makes me wanna die #y'all are in for it now #Anonymous

[thefallons]

Origins --> Scotia&Charlie

Discord Transcript Timeline Points:

- Charlie finds out Scotia has a son (Charlie is 33, Scotia is 34, Jensen is 2) - Charlie confides in Dex about how to proceed - Charlie breaks up with Scotia, believing he doesn’t fit into his life - Dex confronts Charlie about how miserable he’s been - Charlie tries to win Scotia back, but first, be honest with him about wizardry - Scotia and Charlie agree to spend the night together, but in Scotia’s home - Charlie meets Jensen for the first time

It's been 10 months since they started seeing each other, Charlie is a regular at Scotia's bar and then one day Scotia’s babysitter doesn't show up. Scotia brings a two-year-old Jensen to the bar with him because his boss truly does not give a fuck. As long as the place isn't on fire the owner hardly cares and the staff basically runs it. But Scotia puts Jensen high chair at the end of the bar and lets him color some pictures. And then Charlie walks in and Scotia's heart skips a beat, his ears go red.

SCOTIA:

Scotia says nothing until Charlie notices the child and brings it up and even then, he hesitantly says, "That's uh...my son. Jensen. He- his babysitter had something come up so...he's with me today." Looking at Charlie like ...this is a bombshell...I know...think about it while I get you wine to process better. Jensen is just at the end of the bar, scribbling with some crayons, a sippy cup nearby. He's a child who isn't even fully aware he's in a bar because dad's in a rough spot.

CHARLIE: Charlie would be so confused. He would drink a glass or two, way faster than normal, and keeps throwing glances from Scotia to the boy. He thinks to himself, "Of course he has a son, he could even have a wife or a husband, who knows! You don't know him, what you have with him is just for fun, right? It's not like they're in a serious relationship so yeah, it shouldn't matter if he has one or ten kids hiding behind the bar, right. Right? So this is just an affair, I hope he isn't cheating anyone, though because I do not want to get involved with drama.”

SCOTIA: Scotia definitely notices that Charlie downs his drinks way too fast and as soon as Scotia can get away from his customers for a minute he comes up by Charlie with a third glass of wine for him. But Scotia takes a big sip of the wine before setting it down in front of Charlie and asking him, "Are you freaking out a bit?"

Charlie: Charlie literally just gives him a wide-eyed look because it's better than saying "YA THINK??"

SCOTIA: He's trying to keep his own cool and smile a little bit on the inside, he's like this is it this was good while it lasted.

"I-" he licks his lips when he sees the look like ok that was a dumb question, "There didn't seem like an appropriate time to go hey, by the way, I gotta run, I only have the babysitter till midnight. Would it have made it any better if I told you earlier?"

CHARLIE: "Yeah... That would've. Been... huh. For once I have no words."

Charlie gets up and grabs his jacket, trying very hard to remain cool and looking at the kid and then Scotia. "Listen– I think I need some time to-" gestures towards his head and sighs. "We can talk about this some other day?" he offers while asking himself the same, was that a good idea?

“For what it’s worth, he seems like a nice kid." And then he leaves.

SCOTIA: Scotia's face gets a little red at how Charlie is shutting down. He's literally already so stressed out, is at work, and now his object of feelings is making THAT face. He runs a hand through his hair and goes, "This doesn't change anything between us. You don't /have/ to go."

Charlie blasts through Dex's door and pacing from one corner to the other, trying to think about what just happened. Charlie had previously downplayed how involved he was with Scotia, only mentioning that he'd met this guy at a Muggle bar and that was where he vanished to some days of the week. And how Scotia was able to keep Charlie's attention because they both know how impersonal Charlie can be with some of his hookups, but no, this guy was actually interesting.

CHARLIE: "He has a kid, Dex." and just that throwing his arms up

DEX: Dex is wide-eyed. It takes him time to put 2 and 2 together that Charlie is talking about his hook up cause he's not sure why Charlie is so worked up about it. "O...kay? What's he, trying to get you to pay child support? Oh. Oh is he fucking married, Charlie, are you back to your homewrecking ways?"

CHARLIE: Charlie just being like this and he has to laugh, of course even when he isn't trying to do anything stupid, he still does it. "Dunno, Dex. All I know is that I walked into the bar and his son was there because the babysitter left."

"I wonder if that didn't happen, would I even find out? Who knows. Guess it really was supposed to be just a fling."

DEX: Dex's brows are still raised bc he can't believe. "Uh...what did he have to say about it?"

And then sits up suddenly and is like, "Wait, was this not a fling? Is this- did we shift gears somewhere there, Charles, do you have something to tell me?"

CHARLIE: Charlie stares at his friend for a full minute because hello can you please join my meltdown? Screw you, Dex. "Maybe. But I don't think there's any future for that now, so forget it."

DEX: "Wait, wait, wait, wait- back up. Did you want to know sooner? Did you want him to like you enough to tell you sooner?" Dex looks surprised as hell because does his friend have feelings? Charlie never has feelings this is absurd and he's not going to let it go, Charlie can hit him if he wants to. "Charlie, I am clutching my chest, I cannot believe you."

CHARLIE: "Yeah well. I can't believe some of the information I've been given tonight either so."

DEX: "What the hell's the story? What's his deal, why didn't he tell you about the kid??"

CHARLIE: "I know it's hard for you but shut up Dex. It doesn't matter anymore, okay? So pour me a drink. I've been vulnerable enough for one evening. Time to get hammered"

DEX: Dex sighs and lets it go for now. He pours Charlie a stiff drink and then pours himself one and lets loose, fully intending to circle back to this once they're plastered.

Meanwhile, Scotia types out about 7 different versions of a text to Charlie over the course of several hours but deletes all of them. It's probably late at night and Charlie is probably super drunk when his phone goes off and it's a text that just says, "Can we talk?" And Dex certainly snoops over his shoulder.H e's not subtle about the snooping, he never is, he and Charlie have so few boundaries.

CHARLIE: Charlie and Dex lie on Dex's bed but Dex is facing one way and Charlie is another. They're both drunk and Charlie feels tired, he needs the rest but he's still kinda upset. Then he sees the text Scotia sends him and oh. He lets the phone drop on his chest and finally says, "I like him. I think I have for a while but. I don't know. We don't really know each other, we fuck at a hotel and sometimes we have breakfast together before he has to go."

"And it was easy and fun, I wasn't paying attention to how long has it since we started or even how he kinda became part of my routine but today... Going to the bar and he seemed scared when I asked him about the little boy. I don't think he wanted to tell me."

"I don't think he wants more than what we have right now. And I respect that, I actually wished I felt the same, but still. Realizing there's a possibility that he actually has a whole family out there and I'm the dirty little secret– That's not. I don't want to get involved in that..."

"I've had enough of romantic drama for the rest of my life. I should break this off before it gets more complicated."

DEX: Dex is quiet for a few beats even after Charlie finishes speaking. He blinks a few times because his heart literally hurts for his friend, he'd go to the ends of the earth for Charlie and this is him in rare form. "Do you think he's this sad too?" He whispers finally. "Like right now, in this moment?"

CHARLIE: Charlie shrugs and says "Can't say, I don't think I know him as well as I thought. Perhaps he's just embarrassed to be caught in that situation where his lover and his son are in the same room."

DEX: Dex finally shifts to he can turn to his side and lean on his elbow and actually look at Charlie. "You don't want to know for sure? You'd just be content accepting your place as the dirty little secret forever? What if he has some kind of crazy story to explain and you just never know about it? Would you really just be okay drifting into the night forever and never finding out?"

CHARLIE: Charlie mirrors the movement to look at his friend, "Crazy story? That's what you're trying to convince me? I don't think I'm betting on that and even if it turns out to be true, it's better if I leave him alone. Could you imagine me being a stepdad? Because I can't."

DEX: Dex definitely talks about it with Charlie for a little while longer and tries to convince him to at least get closure for the sake of his own sanity. Tells him to not ghost Scotia solely to put a cap on his own feelings and deal with the heartbreak in a slightly more productive way. He doesn't care how convincing he is, just says his piece, and pats his friend on the shoulder like sleep it off, buddy. We can debate more in the morning if you need to.

Charlie agrees to meet Scotia again, even if he thinks he's going there to end things. He'll text him back and try to meet Scotia the following day, he wouldn't want to drag anything. He still likes Scotia enough that he wouldn't want to leave him hanging.

SCOTIA: Scotia feels lighter but also burdened all at once when Charlie texts him back. He'll want to meet at the bar because it's common ground but not when he's working because he doesn't want their conversation to get interrupted. He likes Charlie and he wants to set this right, he doesn’t feel good when they’re not talking.

Scotia probably tells Charlie to come in towards the end of his workday so he can get off the clock and give him his undivided attention. His heart literally skips a beat when he sees Charlie and it shows in his face. But when he finally gets out from behind the bar and finds a table for them to sit at, it's with a glass of wine for Charlie as a gesture of peace. "I missed you last night," he'll tell him quietly but then shakes his head a little because he knows that was stupid. He knows Charlie doesn't want to hear that right now, he just couldn't help himself. He takes a deep breath before Charlie can respond and add, "I didn't tell you I had a kid because that's not sexy. It's not sexy being a single dad who has to carve 2 hours out of the day for himself to do one thing that he enjoys. It's messy, a lot of what I have going on outside of us is messy but things are real good when it's just us and I think you think so too so I...didn't want just us to get messy too. Okay? God's honest truth. I just didn't want you to feel like you had to shoulder my burdens...." He hesitates, looks like he might say something else but he doesn't. Just licks his lips and sips at his water cause he's nervous and rambled. He didn't have to explain himself but it all just tumbled out.

CHARLIE: Charlie feels so conflicted, he understands Scotia's reason but he still stands by the idea that it's better for them to break up now. Charlie thinks their relationship ending is inevitable, also because of the whole secret wizard world he's hiding from Scotia.

"I'm a mess too, I get it. Ask anyone that knows me. Ask my brother, he'll hand you a list of all my major fuck ups so far and it would all be true." He pulls his hands back to his lap, clasps them together to keep them out of Scotia's reach, "But I don't wanna screw this up as well... I'm not ready for this, I'm sorry. I'm- I'm really sorry, Scotia."

SCOTIA: Scotia’s face falls when he realizes he’s being broken up with. This is hard and the opposite of what he wanted, the precise reason he hid his child, to begin with. His face shows his heartbreak and he can’t even hide it. Scotia has feelings for this man who is literally rejecting his child; his son is such a big part of his life. How is he supposed to beg for someone who can't handle his life in the long term?

"You're not gonna screw this up unless you do exactly the thing you're trying to do to not screw this up," Scotia tells him hoarsely. He literally cannot contain the crumbling in his eyes, "Right now, my son doesn't have a bearing on what we have. If you want it to stay that way it...it can stay that way." He says the words but they hurt because he wants more. If he didn't know it before, he knows it now that he wants more with Charlie.

CHARLIE: Charlie getting up too fast, knocking his chair behind him and moving to the other side of the table to reach Scotia. He's kissing the side of his face, his forehead, his neck and whispering he's sorry and that he hates to see Scotia crying. "I wish I was better for you."

SCOTIA: Scotia is so startled by the movement but when Charlie comes close to him he moves a hand to touch the younger man- to grip on to whatever part of him he can. It crushes him to hear the words but Charlie seems so sure and Scotia is a man of pride. He feels as though he's already begged and he's not going to grovel to someone who is determined not to be with him. He just bows his head to his chest and takes a shaky breath and takes in the closeness for as long as he can have it before Charlie leaves him.

Charlie tells Dex he went there to the bar to talk to Scotia and they're over now and it fucking sucks but Charlie believes it's better this way. So he'll just have to deal with it, it was his choice.

Dex waits for Charlie to show any signs of improvement but Dex doesn't enjoy it when Charlie acts fake with him. He calls Charlie out on his bullshit a few weeks later. He's like okay drop the act because you know this Charlie isn't for me. It's for the rest of the world. Try again.

CHARLIE: "I'm angry. I'm so angry, Dex, I don't know how to suppress this, I want- I hate feeling this, I hate how much I still think about him, I hate how attached I've gotten without noticing. I fucking hate it."

DEX: "Angry at what?" Dex looks so concerned because honestly, he wouldn't have called his friend out if he couldn't tell that he was about to blow. "Dude, you didn't even give yourself a chance," he continues the casual calling out. "If you're frustrated it's cause you quit without trying. And normally, in day to day...you're not a fuckin quitter, Charlie. You're a damn Ravenclaw, you see things through." Dex had observed how fast Charlie went from finding out something he didn't like to cutting and running and already was like uh oh, this is gonna hurt and be bad

Narrator's voice: Dexter was correct.

CHARLIE: "I fucking know, Dex, and that's why it feels so... Stupid! I am so convinced I'm not the type of person he needs I already bailed out! He doesn't need me not knowing what the fuck I want and risk getting his kid involved with someone like me." Charlie wants to punch something and given their history there's a chance he'll punch Dex just because he's the only one there. It's not the first time it happened and he knows Dex will forgive him or maybe punch him back if necessary, "He's... Just a guy I met at a bar." he tells himself, "He doesn't even know that my means of transport from here to his bar is my mind and my wand. He thinks I'm a Muggle... We don't know each other, so why is this so hard?"

DEX: "Someone like you? What the fuck does that even mean Charlie? Have you murdered someone lately? Punched a kid? Tossed someone off a building? You tried to break up with him because you thought he was married, you didn't even want to homewreck his imaginary relationships! What does someone like me even mean? You gonna talk down to Scotia's kid like your dad did to you? You gonna tell that kid he can do better no matter how hard he tries? You gonna shut him out, kick him around, break his ability to talk about literally anything?" Dex is nearly huffing at this point, he's so mad because Charlie is mad. They're just feeding off each other's energy. "Because unless that's your plan, I don't think your someone like me is valid. You're you, Charlie. You're not half fuckin bad, actually." He certainly looks and sounds angry despite his complimentary words.

CHARLIE: Charlie still looks crazy but he stays silent before saying, "You're so embarrassing, Dexter, did you just hear what you said?" Because he has to deflect, he doesn't want to admit what Dex said is true. There is a lot of self-loathing within Charlie but he wouldn't admit it or carry it as a flaw.

"Do you think- Should I call him? Will he even pick up?"

DEX: "You could sit here and wonder for another three weeks. Or you can just follow your gut and do it and see where you land. How much sadder can you possibly get at this point, right?"

Dex is still pretty hopped up on adrenaline from their level of emotions. He’s struggling to even be supportive without being aggressive.

CHARLIE: Charlie sits down and just breathes for a few minutes. He knows what he has to do, as painfully awkward as it will be. On his way out he hugs Dex from the back and tells him "What would I be without you, Dexter D'Angelo! Wish me good luck."

DEX: Dex definitely enjoys the love and tells Charlie he'd be a sad loser but not to worry because he'll never leave him so they'll never see that fate.

Charlie lands on the spot he always used to and feels like he fucked up the apparition because he feels so nauseous out of the blue. He knows it's still working hours at the bar, so he stays there thinking of what he wants to say until there are only 5 minutes until closing time. Only then does he walk in, slowly making his way to the bar and waiting for Scotia to notice him.

SCOTIA: Scotia damn near drops the three drinks in his hands when he sees Charlie's face. His mouth goes dry and he delivers the drinks. He almost tells the bartender he's working with to cover him the last few minutes but he takes a deep breath and tells himself to maintain his cool. He has the other person he's with bring Charlie a wine though while he waits. Just the dumb, cheap kind that Charlie likes.

CHARLIE: Charlie thanks the other bartender and tips but he doesn't drink any of it this time, just let it rest in front of him while he waits for Scotia

SCOTIA: Scotia's coworker is so up in his business too, like isn’t that the guy who used to just hang out during your shift all the time? Where has he been? Look at him, is he okay? And Scotia is like shut up and let me finish chasing these drunks out so I can take care of some business.

Scotia's al nerves though, he literally cannot imagine what Charlie wants with him all these weeks later. But he cleans up a little bit and then walks over to Charlie's table, face neutral but heart thundering in his chest. He literally cried in front of Charlie last time and that's so out of the ordinary for him, he's pushing himself so hard not to seem weak, not to seem like he can be taken advantage of. "Hi," he just says, sitting down across from him. He notices the untouched wine and gestures to it, "Not your brand anymore?"

CHARLIE: Charlie watches Scotia approaching him and part of him feels excited to be there, but his pessimist side reminds him there's a good chance they won't get back together.

"I wanted to make sure you knew that I was completely sober," he answers knowing Scotia didn't expect a real answer for that, but it was true, he needed Scotia to believe what he was about to say.

He pulls his wand from the inner pocket in his jacket and places on the table in front of them, taking a deep breath he speaks, "I haven't been honest with you either, Scotia. This," he nods at the piece of wood in front of them, "Is my wand. My wand that I use.... For magic." he's probably trying very hard not to come out as funny although it sounds ridiculous.

"I'm a wizard, Scotia. A real one."

SCOTIA: Scotia shrugs when Charlie turns down the drink and pulls it towards himself to take a big sip. He raises a brow at the item that's placed between them, dismissing it as a tree branch at best. "Excuse me?" He damn near chokes on the wine. "Charlie, honestly, of all the excuses to come back here after getting spooked from meeting my kid- no, you didn't really even meet him, actually. You glanced at him. From a distance. And then ran. And you never really came back. So for this to be your reasoning behind it. It- it's not amusing." He grows increasingly red in the face, leaning back in his chair to run both hands through his hair. He lets out a deep breath, eyes darting back and forth as he looks at the ceiling for a moment because he can't believe he let himself think or have hope that Charlie had really come back for him. Don't fucking cry again he tells himself. Do not

CHARLIE: Charlie isn't sure if Scotia is mad at him for not coming right out of the gate telling he wants to get back together or if he truly thinks Charlie is making a very convoluted excuse to explain why they broke up. He squints his eyes, trying to figure out if he ever made a joke so absurd that it would be possible for Scotia to believe he is lying about that.

"It's not- That's not why I walked away that day. But you heard me right? I'm a wizard, I'm really not fucking around. I'm actually a professor at a school of witchcraft," it does sound like crazy talk, "Scotia, listen, please." Charlie wants to calm him down so bad so he can just see he's telling the truth. "You're right, okay? About me getting spooked seeing your kid, I was terrified and I still am! I still... Believe it's not a good idea for you to add me to your personal life, because I am good at screwing things up and I know you'd never forgive me if I hurt your son."

"That's why it's so scary, that's why it feels like this is beyond what I can take. But I've spent the last weeks trying to move on but turns out I can't get over it. I can't get over you and I... I don't know when it happened, but I like you. I like you a lot. So. I wanted to tell you the truth of my identity as well and see if. If even with that added to the list of weird shit we'd have to deal with if you still... Wanted to be with me."

SCOTIA: "My kid, whose name you don't even know, Charlie, you didn't even bother. You-you just left. I get it, you were scared but..." Scotia narrows his eyes, "You could have at least tried to ask? You saw him and I was suddenly not good enough for you anymore and that-" He takes a deep breath, realizing he's getting louder and riled up. "Charlie, in my pants is in my fuckin person life. Too late, you were already there. You could've stayed on the other side of the bar from me forever and saved yourself the trouble of all this that way. But you already crossed that line, you were already in my personal life." Scotia clears his throat, unable to even focus on the crazy wizardry part anymore past his intense emotions related to their relationship- or lack thereof. "You cannot just walk in here and tell me that you want to be with me but that you won't be good for me if we're together. You cannot be unwilling to change to be better and stronger if you don't think you are those things now. If you don't feel like I'm worth at least trying to be good for then you have no place here tonight, Charlie."

CHARLIE: "I'm sorry for not asking your kid's name right then and there if it wasn't clear I was panicking beyond reasoning, Scotia. You say now that I was already in your personal life, but that's not how it felt. Up until a few weeks ago, I thought you still saw me as a good fuck and costumer. And I thought the same, as cruel as it sounds but it's true. For all I know, if it wasn't for your babysitter failing that day, you wouldn't have told me about your son at all. And it hit me that... I didn't know you. You could've been married with kids and having an affair with me just because.

I wouldn't even have the right to be upset, because we never talked about us. I didn't think there was an us to even talk about... So it took me all of that shit happening to see how much I wanted you, yes, is that fucked up? Maybe but that's how I realized.

And if me changing or becoming someone better suited for your life is what you need from me, then you're right, I don't think I'll have to be better, so why waste both of our times.

I guess I really have no place being here tonight."

SCOTIA: Scotia's shoulders deflate with the way Charlie comes at him. The longer the man goes on the more his desperation becomes clear and suddenly, when Charlie finishes rambling his thoughts, Scotia simply blurts out, "Thank you...for telling me all that." He licks his lips and takes a deep breath, not a panicked, and frustrated one this time. His voice is quieter when he speaks, trying to make Charlie actually listen to him instead of just hearing his words, "I didn't tell you about my son because I thought you thought this was just a good fuck, Charlie. You're right, we didn't talk about this but we should've. I don't just have breakfast in the morning with everybody- actually nobody, I haven't had breakfast the morning after with anybody since my kid was born and you can hear that whole story, plain and true if you want to. But I'm willing to bet you don't just come and sit in bars waiting for people's shifts to be over so you can get a good lay either. So...we should've talked about it."

Scotia shakes his head, his fingers fiddling with the wine glass in front of him but he doesn't take a drink, he can't bring himself to stomach a thing. "I don't want you to change to be suited for my life. I don't know who's asked you to do that in the past but it's not me. I want the exact opposite, I want you to realize you don't have to change to be with me. You keep telling me you're no good and you're gonna be bad for me but I haven't seen any of that in the last year." His last words are nearly a whisper because he can't fathom how else to make Charlie understand, "The only time you hurt me is when you tell me you're going to."

CHARLIE: Charlie hates every second of the honesty they threw at each other's face. It was necessary but it hurt and chances are it will hurt for a while before it gets better.

But he wants the other man so bad. Was it always like this? He knows he's always been attracted to Scotia from the start, but this ache of being apart... When did it become so real? Charlie didn't allow himself to get involved with anyone like this since he was young, engaged and so naive.

He also knew that like Dexter, Scotia didn't seem to be able to see all the ways Charlie was flawed beyond repair. Maybe they had a point, Charlie wanted to believe, maybe he isn't the bad guy he thinks he is.

Or maybe that's exactly who he is and that's why despite it being selfish, knowing only their determination to be together won't be enough, he wants to be with Scotia. He wants him, even if he believes it will end terribly.

"Stay with me tonight, please. We don't have to fuck or anything, I just. Don't wanna be away from you anymore."

SCOTIA: "Okay, yeah," Scotia nods instantly, "Just- let me make a few calls, I'm sure I can get a hold of someone-" He hesitates and then, "Unless...you want to come home with me?" Scotia clears his throat, "He'll be asleep by now. You don't have to talk to him, be with him unless you want to. It can still be just us."

He licks his lips and then adds as an afterthought, in the interest of them talking about things now, "This isn't a test, you can say no if you want to."

CHARLIE: Charlie doesn't hesitate, just nods and reaches out to grab Scotia's hands. "Let's go."

SCOTIA: As they walk out of the bar, Scotia tells Charlie to prove he’s a wizard, circling back to the untouched matter at hand that he certainly had not forgotten, simply prioritized under the well being of their relationship.

CHARLIE: Charlie doesn't say it out loud but he's definitely thinking "How the fuck am I supposed to apparate us safely when I feel like I can't even stand right now?"

"I... I've never been there, so I can't take us there but. Is there like ah famous monument or street near your home?"

SCOTIA: Scotia is so blown away thinking to himself, there's no way this is a thing so why not play along right? He tells Charlie the name of the main road that's a five-minute walk from his house looks at Charlie like he’s nuts.

CHARLIE: Charlie thinks hard if he's ever been there and knows the place well enough, before pulling Scotia close and saying, "Hold on and don't let go. Really. Don't let go."

SCOTIA: Scotia puts his arms around Charlie tightly and hides his face into the crook of Charlie's neck, thinking, I'm taking a leap of faith with you, you crazy son of a bitch. And a snap, crackle, and pop later, he’s doubled over on the sidewalk, throwing up all he’s got onto the street. Now he’s hoping Charlie still thinks he’s cute after this new milestone.

CHARLIE: "The first time is always rough, isn't it?" Charlie laughs when Scotia's face goes green, "You said you wanted me to prove it." He shrugs

SCOTIA: Hearing Charlie’s laughter and teasing, Scotia shoves Charlie’s side despite being kneeled over. “Don’t make fun of me, you’re the one who did this! My God...you did this…”

CHARLIE: "You look like you're about to pass out, we need to get you to your house. Which direction, honey?"

SCOTIA: Scotia does not answer him, wipes his mouth, stands up, and just goes, "What the fuck was that? Is that how you-" He steps back. "Charlie, what?"

But then has to step towards Charlie again anyway to put a hand on his shoulder because he needs to steady himself.

CHARLIE: Charlie holds back his laugh, he doesn't wanna get shoved again. "So pet names are your weakness, huh. I'd so kiss you right now if your mouth didn't smell so bad, ugh, let's go, Scosh."

SCOTIA: It's hard not to believe Charlie after that so Scotia asks a hundred questions on the five-minute walk back to his place. 

"What the hell else can you do?" "What...happened to you?? Or are there more people like this" "I'm not gonna wake up and this is going to be an elaborate prank, is it?" "Charlie, did you fucking do that every time you wanted to see me?? That's absurd."

CHARLIE: "Yep, I literally bent myself in time and space just to see your cute face."

SCOTIA: Scotia stops to grin when Charlie says that. It brings him back to earth a little bit after the wild experience of apparating but as he finally finds his legs to walk again, to lead Charlie towards his home, he slips a hand into the younger man's. They rarely hold hands outside of the bedroom, let alone in the streets so it's new but Scotia doesn't want to make Charlie nervous by drawing attention to it. "Charlie, whatever you do- magic- whatever...it's never dangerous...right?" He asks hesitantly, still feeling crazy just saying it out loud.

CHARLIE: Charlie takes a quick glance at their hands together and the image of the last time their hands were like that flashed for a moment.

Scotia on top of him with his hand tight around Charlie's, pressing him into the mattress, kissing his collarbones, making him feel amazing–

Scotia's sad expression telling him "I missed you last night–

Charlie, you didn't even bother, you just left–

If you don't feel like I'm worth at least trying to be good for then you have no place here tonight–

"Right?" he heard and came back to reality. What did Scotia ask him just now? Danger in magic, okay.

"Hm, I think it's much like your type of society. We are capable of being dangerous, but we have rules, penalties, and conscience to know we shouldn't act or have those types of desires."

Charlie holds Scotia's hand tighter in his hand, wanting to reassure him it wasn't something he should worry about. "I've got an easy life, very privileged, even by wizards' standards. So I'm safe. I'm very safe here right now actually, with you holding my hand." he says, giving Scotia a wink and a smile.

SCOTIA: It's hard for Scotia not to be soothed by Charlie's smile and his easy words, the charming demeanor he presents despite himself. "Don't be upset if I ask you all of this again in the morning," He takes a deep breath, "You'll have to forgive me for wondering if I dreamt up most of it..." He gives a dry chuckle hearing about this side of Charlie's life he never knew about. "Charlie, the fact that you're here, right now...when you can do that and whatever else you can do..." He takes a breath, "It's kind of unbelievable. What I mean is that it means a lot to me. You are safe with me. You've always been."

When they get back to his place Charlie will get to watch Scotia let his babysitter go, give her a chunk of the tips he got from the night out of his pocket because she had to watch his kid for so long. But he'll show Charlie to the bedroom and tell him to make himself comfortable while he checks on Jensen real quick. Charlie will get to look around the small room that's so different from how he lives. It's an intimate look into Scotia's life but when Scotia does come back Charlie gets cuddled so hard. He'll hold him like he used to weeks ago when they were still doing this regularly. Kiss the back of his neck and try to relax him because Scotia knows even if Charlie isn't showing it, he has to be wound up about this to some extent.

CHARLIE: Charlie definitely reciprocates, even with all the things hovering in his head, reacting to Scotia's body still wins over everything He'll kiss Scotia until their lips hurt, fit his legs between Scotia's and smell his skin and let himself do what he's wanted for weeks.

SCOTIA: He loses himself in that touch, he revels in it. He missed him so much and between their kisses, Charlie will hear it. Breathlessly candid. But Scotia can lose himself in the moment and in the way they literally hold each other all he wants. He can escape their reality for a few hours and a blissful night's sleep. But the fact of the matter is he'll have to untangle himself from Charlie early in the morning because his toddler wakes up early. He'll have to tend to obligations of his life that he wants Charlie to be a part of so bad but without overwhelming him.

CHARLIE: But for once, Charlie wakes up first because he kept waking up in the night.  And one of those times, he gets thirsty and goes to the kitchen to grab some water. He basically wakes everyone up in the neighborhood almost screaming when he feels something touch his leg… And it's just Jensen

"Oh... Hi?"

Charlie's first interaction with the kid is almost him swearing and yelling. He stands there and the kid is looking at him with a tilted head clearly confused. Charlie is so awkward and scared. He'll do a childish wave with his hand and say, "I'm Charlie. You're Jensen, right?"

They end up hanging out on the couch between the kitchen and the rooms. Jensen clearly still sleepy but he was the one that climbed that first, Charlie just followed him. Charlie grabs the remote control and almost turns the TV on but Jensen's eyes went a bit wide when he touched that so Charlie felt like maybe he should not do that.

Charlie grabs one of the books on the coffee table and it's Jensen's and has thick pages filled with animals and simple scenarios. So he brings it and starts flipping through it. Not that he's interested but he has no idea what else he can do, he can't just go back to Scotia's room and leave the kid there right?

Jensen gets closer to look at it together and sometimes points and says a word, usually the names of the animals. They make their way through that book and two others before Charlie sees that Jensen isn't pointing or babbling anything more because he's basically asleep.

And now he panics again because what does one do now? He calls Jensen’s name a few times and pokes his cheek, making the boy frown, "Don't you want to sleep on your bed?"

And instead of getting up and walking back to his room, the boy raises his arms expecting Charlie to take him. He awkwardly takes Jensen back to his room and breathes relieved. F

Charlie goes to drink another cup of water and goes back to bed, close to Scotia.

SCOTIA: When Charlie comes back to bed Scotia is a sleepy bear who puts his arms around him and just tugs him close, just assuming he went to the bathroom or something. When they do get up for good Charlie will get to watch this little boy climb into his dad's arms like they are each other's worlds and that's so obvious in the way Jensen says dad and the way Scotia literally looks at his son while brushing back his hair. The way he talks to him and holds him.

Scotia literally chokes when he's talking to Jensen, trying to make introductions, "This is my b-" before aggressively clearing his throat.  "This is daddy's really good friend, okay?" Mostly because he doesn’t want to alarm Charlie, but. But the moment Jensen lays eyes on him, he shouts “Charlie!!" And Scotia is thrown off by his son knowing the name already.

CHARLIE: Charlie makes fun of Scotia for that one, "You can call me your boyfriend, you know. I think it's better than being daddy's good friend. I'd never want to be just friends with you." He leans to give Scotia a quick kiss.

When Jensen calls his name all excited, Charlie just nods like "Yep. That is... My name." He’s still getting used to this interaction with a child thing.

SCOTIA: Scotia gets all red in the face for being called out about that. Licks his lips after the little kiss he's given and tells his little son this is his boyfriend. And Jensen doesn't care because he's tiny but it means a lot to Scotia, his heart is racing.

Honestly, Scotia is just glad that Charlie didn't freak having to interact with Jensen in the morning. He doesn't question it too much. He'll put Jensen down at one point and Jensen brings that book from the coffee table to Charlie and Scotia chuckles and tells his son, "Maybe Charlie can read to you a different time, buddy. We've gotta have breakfast so Charlie doesn't run late for the day okay?" And Jensen just looks between the two of them like ...but

Scotia tries to talk a little more over breakfast but he treads lightly because he doesn't want to overwhelm Charlie first thing in the morning.

CHARLIE: Charlie pulls him by his waist and tells him quietly, "We're okay, right? I thought I could go to the bar tonight."

SCOTIA: Scotia easily moves to Charlie and holds him. He doesn't answer the question directly, rather touches his forehead to Charlie's and tells him, "I love that you're here right now. Right here, in my shitty apartment, with my decent kid. I love that. I..." He swallows as a lump of emotions seizes his throat for a moment. "I really wanted that for a while. I just didn't know how to ask for it. It'll be so much easier for you to see me now that you've been here- now that you're okay being here. I'd love to see you at the bar tonight."

CHARLIE: Charlie wants to ask why didn't he say something sooner but knows that it will lead to a whole different discussion that doesn't matter anymore. Scotia seems happy and that's what's important to Charlie. He gives Scotia a not so innocent kiss and takes a few steps back, "See you later, honey.”

He winks and apparates right there out of Scotia's house.

-FIN

#jfc here it is lmao for future shyma and carol's benefit to have this storm of emotions regarding that one time we accidentally broke our #softest ship and had to stay up ALL night to fix it lmao #scarlie #c: Jensen Fallon #c: Scotia Fallon #o: Charlie Vogel #I wish I had a family tag for them? I can't use Fallon Vogels I fcking tainted that for myself in the butterfly effect drabble lmao #JensenxCharlie #my writing #other writing #transcript #scarlie transcript #how many things can i tag this as so i don't lose it lmoa #canon

[kimjoongs-main]

soulmate au - mark

↳ requested by: no one

↳ type: bullet scenario

↳ warning(s): angst...just....angst...please proceed w caution

↳ a/n: @ mark stans,,,,,,,,,,pls don’t come for me after reading this thanks i’m looking at you nic

you hated the soulmate system, you hated it for taking away your father, you hated the tattooed words on your wrist, you hated it all

you hated it so much that you even went to the length of covering up your tattoo whenever you went out in public, bc seeing the very last words your soulmate says before they die...it hurts to think about

especially considering the words your soulmate is going to say....it’s not exactly an easy thing to hear

and you’ve also heard of people who had blank wrists, meaning that they will never get to hear the last words their soulmate will say to them before they die...because they’ll die first

your father had a blank wrist, and the last thing he said to your mother before he passed was “i love you, take care of our child” ....and those were the exact words that were inked onto your mother’s smooth skin

you never told anyone what your tattoo said, not your mom, your other family members, and even your best friend mark

however, in your defense, mark never told you what his was either, so ig you could say you two were even

unlike you though, mark was really into the whole soulmate idea, he loved it!

the fact that there’s someone out there waiting for him and him only makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside

and you, despite your utter resentment towards the idea of soulmates, you didn’t wanna make mark feel bad so you just kept your mouth shut

and that actually worked pretty well.....until you reached senior year that is....

the thing is,,,mark’s had this huge fat crush on you ever since the sixth grade when you played w him all the time at recess

he’s always wanted to tell you how he felt but was too scared of ruining your friendship if things didn’t turn out the way he wanted

mark knew you hated committment, for reasons he didn’t know of, and when he asked you just shrugged and said “i just don’t like committment, simple as that”

so he knew if he confessed, he’d lose his best friend, so he’d rather keep his feelings to himself

but like i said....that method worked up until senior yr

ahh yes, your last year of high school has finally come, and w graduation only a few months away, it was safe to say you and mark were busy bees

you two would go out on study dates pretty much every single day, and since you two got distracted easily, you guys made an agreement to hold each other accountable; whoever went off topic and got distracted first was to buy the other person dinner afterwards

and for the past few times, mark’s had the unfortunate displeasure of losing and that night wasn’t any different :’)

this time, mark decided to buy you sushi and you two ate in the back of his pick-up truck

it was rlly late at night so the weather was super chilly and you kept shivering, so mark, being the absolute gentlemen he is, takes off his hoodie and gives it to you

you reject it at first but then he’s like it’s fine i’m not cold, just take it he was totally freezing but whatever thanks mark

so you put his hoodie on and when you do, you get a whiff of his cologne and your heart just,,,,does this weird thing,,,where it skips a beat and you’re like wtf heart calm down there buddy—

once you two are finished eating, you both decide to chill for a bit before going home, and that consists of you two playing so music and having a deep conversation

deep convos w mark weren’t unusual, you always found yourself (whenever you two were alone) talking about serious topics w mark bc he was so easy to talk to?? and he never judged you so you could say what you wanted

however,,,the topic mark touched on tonight,,,made you slightly uncomfortable,,,

“y/n...i know you refuse to tell me about your tattoo, but i’m just curious as to why?” and he looks at you w that look on his face and you’re just like shit what am i supposed to do??

so you decide to throw the question back at him “you never told me the reason why you’re hiding your tattoo either ya know?”

and he laughs bc yah you’re right,,,,and then he shifts so that he’s directly facing you, and you gulp at the serious look on his face

“how about this..if i tell you the reason why i won’t show my tattoo, will you tell me yours?”

you gape at him, jaw dropping and eyes widening

one part of you was telling you to say no, but the other part, the curious part of you, was urging you to say yes...and you were always a curious person so you succumbed to it

you nodded meekly at his proposal and mark smiled, clearing his throat before he shifted closer to you and locked eyes, your heart skipping a beat again

from this close proximity, you could easily admire the tiny details of mark’s face, especially under the light of the moon; his long lashes, his perfectly sculpted cheekbones, his sparkling doe eyes, you could see it all

“well...i guess i should just come right out with it...please don’t freak out okay?” he then lifts up the sleeve of his thin sweater, revealing his wrist......which was perfectly clean, no black-inked words in sight

you gasp and mark smiles sadly, covering up his wrist once more

almost immediately, you recall the meaning of a blank wrist and your vision blurs w tears

bc this boy, mark lee, despite knowing the fact that he’ll die before he got to hear his soulmate’s last words, he was still in love w the idea of soulmates and thought they were beautiful

“at first i was scared when i found out what a blank wrist meant, but then as i thought more about it, i realized that...maybe it’s better that way? i know it sounds crazy, but since i have the blank wrist, then that means my soulmate doesn’t, and that means they’ll be able to hear my last words to them.”

you listened carefully as he explained, but you couldn’t help but say “...you’ll never get to hear what your soulmate’s last words are to you tho..”

“yeah you’re right about that, but it’s better than them not knowing my last words to them”

and he smiles sadly once more and your heart aches; mark lee, the one who’s destined to leave this earth, is still thinking of the people he’s leaving behind

you sniffle, which makes mark chuckle and he carefully reaches out and tugs you into his chest, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and rubbing your back

“hey don’t cry y/n, it’s okay. i promise you i won’t leave before you do”

and you start crying just a little bit harder, forgetting that it was now your turn to tell him about your tattoo

the days occuring after mark’s shocking revelation were surprisingly very normal

mark still kept his wrist hidden and so did you, and not once after that night did he ask you about your tattoo, which you were grateful for

and if you didn’t already hate the soulmate system, you absolutely detested it now

first your father and now your best friend? the universe rlly loves to fuck up people’s lives doesn’t it?

mark urges you not to treat him any differently bc that’s now what he wants but you can’t help it, knowing that any day your best friend could be taken from you any day now hurt so much

but mark, oh mark, as usual he put others feelings before his own and made it his goal to cheer you up whenever you were sad

he’d take you out for ice cream, or to the movies, or if you were in desperate need of cheering up, he’d even invite yukhei to tag along w you guys bc he never failed to bring a smile to your face

and you appreciated his efforts, you rlly did, but the idea that mark wasn’t gonna be around to do those things in the future absolutely broke your heart

you made sure to remind mark how much you lovee him, just in case, and he would just get this goofy grin on his and say “i know”

but one day,,,you were out with your mom and hadn’t seen mark once

while you were out at the mall, you received a phone call from mark and when you answered it, you could tell he was pouting

“y/n you didn’t tell me you loved me today i’m offended”, you start laughing and roll your eyes

“sorry sorry, i love you mark...there happy?”

you heard a muffled shuffling sound and giggled, mark probably nodded his head and realized you couldn’t actually see him “very, thank you”

there was a pause on the line before mark spoke again, however this time he spoke very quicky before hanging up, and you were barely able to catch his words”

“i love you too y/n”

then the line went dead and you stood there for a few minutes, confused

and that’s when you felt it

a sharp sting of heat spread all across your arm in instant, sending you into a state of shock

the pain was so excruciating that you fell onto your knees and let out a loud shriek

your mother immediately kneels down, panicked and afraid, and is about to ask you what’s wrong when she sees it

you’re clutching your wrist

her eyes then glance over at your phone beside you, mark’s contact name still displayed on the screen

connecting the dots, your mother’s heart drops as she gently reaches out and takes your arm, ignoring the scared look on your face, and pulls down the sleeve of your sweater

once your eyes focus on the five little words on your wrist, everything stops

the pain stops, your heart stops, time stops

bc there...written on your wrist in perfect, neat cursive, are the words i love you too, y/n

#nct #nct dream #nct scenarios #nct dream scenarios #nct au #nct dream au #mark scenarios #mark au #mark

[ohmyteez]

Ten

This is part one, find part two here, three here, four here, five here, epilogue here

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: Out of nowhere, Spencer’s girlfriend disappears from her apartment and the only lead is what the surveillance footage shows. The team is given 10 days to find her, only that the first five were already used up by another case. Will they be able to find her in time? Or is it gonna be too late?

Warnings for all chapters: IF YOU’RE UNCOMFORTABLE READING STUFF LIKE THAT I SUGGEST YOU SKIP THIS FIC!!! Angst, mention/description of kidnapping, mention/description of sexual assault, mention/description of starvation, mention/description of beating, loads of sadness, fluff

Word Count: 1.5K

Requested: No

Note: I AM BACK ALREADY with something new. something sad bc Spence having happy and good things happen to him apparently isn’t a thing. 

You would’ve appreciated waking up on your own on a Saturday morning, but Spencer’s phone apparently had a different idea. The constant beeping of it ripped you out of your deep sleep and Spencer groaned as well, sleepily reaching over to grab his phone from the nightstand. 

“Please don’t tell me it’s what I think it is.” You mumbled groggily and buried your head deeper into his chest. Spencer let out a sigh and closed his eyes shortly, hand reaching up behind your back to stroke your hair.

“Unfortunately it is.”

“But it’s supposed to be your weekend off. What time is it, anyway?” You asked and rubbed your eyes, turning Spencer’s phone around in his hand and making it light up, showing you the time. 7:13am. 

“I’m sorry, love.” Spencer said and started to slowly get out of bed, but not before he bent down and placed a kiss on your lips, waking you up a little more, “You can obviously sleep some more. I’ll check in with you whenever I can, and you just text me when you’re awake. Okay?”

You just hummed in response and pulled him down for another kiss, savoring the moment before he had to go get ready for work. That kiss turned into a tired make-out session, making him groan before he pulled away and stroked the side of your face with a tight smile.

“If we keep doing that I might not leave at all. I would love to continue this, but they really need me.” He said with a chuckle and you nodded, finally stretching your body while laying in bed. 

“Mm, I know. Go overwhelm everybody with your brain, I’ll talk to you later then.” You responded, earning a laugh from him. He placed one final kiss onto your head before he fully slipped out of the bed and into the bathroom to get ready. 

Not even ten minutes later, he emerged and called out an “I love you” to which you responded the obvious “I love you, too” before he left your apartment. You turned around and got back into a comfortable sleeping position, deciding to just nap a few more hours before starting your day. You were in no way a morning person, at least not on the weekends, and you valued your sleep a lot. But you also knew that something like that, being woken up early on a weekend because Spencer was called into work, was possible and happened often. You just wished your boyfriend would get a break. 

In the six months you’ve been dating, you’ve maybe had three full weekends together because the BAU needed their genius. You never complained because you understood, of course, but it made you a little sad knowing you’d never really be able to go on vacation or take a trip longer than a day without him being called to work. You thought about joining him on cases plenty of times before, but then again, you wouldn’t be able to see him much then either, although it would allow you to travel so much more. You’d talked to Hotch about it, too. He’d told you it wouldn’t be a problem for anybody if you tagged along, as long as you wouldn’t distract Spencer and/or the case. You might do it someday, but today wasn’t that day as you were way too tired from staying up late last night with Spencer, having done movie night with some wine and sex in the middle of the night. You were always surprised how he wasn’t tired after nights like these, but Spencer was a morning person so you didn’t question it. 

Sleep came over you fast and you were asleep in no time, getting some more well-deserved rest. What you didn’t know was that Spencer had opened the window in your living room prior to leaving, wanting to vent out the room so you could have a cool and non-smelly apartment when you wake up. That was the perfect opportunity for a hooded figure to slip in from the fire escape and tiptoe through the room, quiet and steady so they wouldn’t wake you. They slipped through the slightly open door and saw you on the bed, calm as the night and sat down on the armchair in the corner of the room, just watching. Your vulnerability and calmness drove them wild and the fact that you were wearing nothing but your underwear and Spencer’s shirt had them know that choosing you was the right decision. 

After some time of looking around and taking in your room, they spotted the security camera in one corner of the bedroom and took this as the perfect opportunity to give whoever would see the video a chance of saving you. They walked out the room and went through drawers in your desk out in the living room, looking for a blank piece of paper and sharpie to write with. When successful, they scribbled onto the paper and stuffed the sharpie into their pocket, not wanting to leave anything they’d used behind, even though they were wearing gloves - but better be safe than sorry. With the paper in hand, they walked back into your bedroom and pushed the armchair across the room and under the camera, the commotion making you stir. They stepped onto the chair and held the piece of paper up in front of the camera until they heard you whimper softly and shift in your bed.

“Spence?” You called out softly, making the person whip their head around and stare at you. You opened your eyes slowly, eyes searching the room for any sign of Spencer before they landed on the hooded person. You were suddenly wide awake and scrambled out of bed with a gasp. The person wasn’t too worried, making sure to send a slow and creepy wave into the camera before they jumped off and caught you from behind just as you were about to run out of the bedroom. They reached into their pocket and pulled out a cloth soaked in chloroform, forcing it onto your mouth and waiting patiently for you to inhale it and fall unconscious. They then picked you up and carried you out of the room, removing the hood to seem less obvious when carrying you through the apartment building. 

After they successfully maneuvered you and them out of the building and into their van, they drove off, tires screeching in the process. 

It was now almost 12:30 and Spencer was starting to get worried. He knew you liked to sleep, but you never slept past 10:00 and he hadn’t heard from you since he left. He’d called and texted but nothing came back. 

The BAU was in Colorado, their case being one of what seemed to be ritualistic murders in Superior. There were two victims so far, all of them with their hearts missing and eyes gouged out. The Unsub seemed to go up in the age of his victims, the youngest so far being 12 and the second one being 18. 

Spencer couldn’t keep his mind straight though, making it difficult for him to work the geographical profile as Hotch had ordered on the jet. That also caught the attention of his fellow teammates Derek and Emily. 

“You okay, kid?” Derek asked as he noticed no progress on the board. Spencer turned and pinched the bridge of his nose. 

“No... I don’t know. Y/N hasn’t responded to any of my calls or texts and that’s unlike her. I don’t know if I’m overreacting, but I’m really worried.” Spencer explained while his friends pursed their lips in thought. 

“Do you want Garcia to check in on her?” Emily asked and Spencer nodded slowly. That was until his phone made a “ding”, meaning that he got a message and he whipped it out of his pocket and sighed in relief when he saw it was you who finally responded.

Y/N: Hey! Sorry for only replying now, I slept longer than I thought I would. I must’ve forgotten to set an alarm! I’m doing good, heading out to grab lunch soon. How’s the case going? Do you know when you’ll be back? Love you.

“She just responded.” Spencer announced with a smile, texting you back quickly. 

Spencer: Hi! I’m surprised you slept that long, last night must’ve really tired you out ;) Happy to hear from you though. Working on the geo profile, it’s a tough one and we’re in Colorado! If all goes well we should be back by Tuesday, I’ll keep you posted! Love you too.

The person, who identified themselves as a male, smirked as he locked your phone and put it into the pocket of his pants. He stepped closer to your sitting form on the tiny mattress placed on the floor and then squatted down. He reached his hand out and brushed the hair out of your face, your head immediately flinching away from the unfamiliar touch. 

“Why are you doing this?” You whispered as he rose. 

“Everything happens for a reason, my love. Everything happens for a reason.” Was all he said before he turned around and left the room, the heavy metal door shutting behind him with a bang. You whimpered and hugged your knees, tears spilling freely from your eyes as you thought about Spencer, and if you’d ever see him again. 

#spencer x reader #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer x y/n #spencer reid #mgg #criminal minds #cm #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid imagine #fanfic #imagine #fanfiction

[kpoptionate]

skz ➾ boyfriend!jeongin

stray kids masterlist // official masterlist

07.27.18

requested: anon: hello! could you do a boyfriend! jeongin thing? thankssss 💖

a/n: this got kinda long boiiii but thank you for requesting !!! jeongin has such a big soft spot in my heart uwu

woojin // bangchan // minho // changbin // hyunjin // jisung // felix // seungmin // jeongin

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y a n g  j e o n g i n

ghjs okay

he is literally the cutest lil bub ever

he knows you from school, he recognizes you and all

but y’all don’t talk very often

mostly bc he’s too shy bc he thinks you’re so cute and funny and !!!!

so the semester’s almost over

he really like really really wants to spend time with you during break

but ofc he’s suuuuuuuuper shy about it so his plan is to just not ask

because if you actually wanted to hang with him you’d say something, right ?

his friends are not having it tho

so these little hoes decide it’s gonna be a great idea to go talk to you for him !

“hey, y/n ! you know jeongin, right ?”

and they tell you all about how he likes you but he’s too shy to ask you out and all that good tea stuff

you tell him that hey ! you actually think jeongin’s pretty cool too !

so his friends freak out and you all plan that you’re gonna ask jeongin to hang

y’all are in the same class, so in between teachers ? you walk up to his desk and lean on your hands

“so jeongin, i was thinking maybe we could hand out this weekend or something ? i really wanna get to know you”

!!!!!

this boi !!!!!

his heart goes boom boom and his brain goes what what and his mouth goes “uhhhhhhhhhhhhh”

cause he doesn’t know what to say

his head kinda shoots up when he snaps out of it after you stare at him with a confident grin

“y-yeah, i’d love to !”

so y’all meet up at the park at like noon i almost spelled it newn smh

he gets there earlier than he was supposed to just in case

and he starts freaking out a little bit when he sees you skipping up to him with the cutest smile on your face and like the cutest outfit ever

y’all don’t do much for a bit, just kinda sit on the swings for some time, getting to know each other

it ends up with the two of you running around like children chasing each other

getting mixed reactions from the people around you

most with adoration because aw ! young love, how could one not

some with annoyance bc y’all are literally like seventeen acting like you’re five, grow up

y’all just goof around for hours

before y’all know it the sun’s setting

i really need to stop saying y’all, y’all come help me please

wiping your sweat from your foreheads and laughing, you decide to go to a little diner in town

you guys get some burgers and a big ass basket of fries to share

he really wants to do something cliché soooo

he orders a big ass milkshake too !

with two straws !

he’s lowkey kinda embarrassed about it but you giggle and say it’s cute so you guys share the milkshake even though you just got to really know each other today but it’s okay because it’s jeongin, who wouldn’t

after about another two or so hours and it’s officially dark outside he wants to hang out more but also wants you to get some rest

so you agree to let him walk you back to your place

now here’s where it gets even more cliché

when you get up to your doorstep you hold his hands in yours cue him struggling to hold in a scream and tell him that you had a great time tonight

he’s all “yeah i did too”

he really wants to ask you the big question™ but is really nervous because again, you just got to know each other today, so he keeps his mouth shut

you bid him a cute lil goodbye and kiss him on the cheek before you turn to go inside

which f l u s h e s his cheeks like you wouldn’t believe

his heart’s pounding like there’s a stereo in his chest

and at this point he’s not even thinking, his body’s moving on its own as he grabs your wrist and turns you around

cups your cheek

and s h o v e s his lips onto yours

it’s with a little more force than he had meant ? but he quickly softened it up

the kiss was kinda long, not in a bad way though

he nervously smiled into it a few seconds before he pulled away, staring into your eyes trying to hide a huge grin

“so, y/n, do you, um . . . maybe wanna go out with me ?”

of course you said yes

so you pecked his lips one last time before smiling and going inside

leaving him staring at the door dumbfounded with the biggest, cheekiest grin on his face

so

that was long, but now you two are the cutest couple ever !

veryyyyy cliché if you didn’t catch that already

probably gets you lots of cute things like flowers and stuff

if you’re lucky on your ann. he’ll get you a puppy :D

doesn’t usually buy you things, though ? he prefers showing you how much he loves you through emotions and words rather than physical items

that being said, he definitely waits months before saying i love you

mainly because he’s shy, but also because you’re probably his first real relationship and he wants to be ready, he doesn’t want to scare you off

and when he finally does, he’s not the first one to say it

again, because he’s shy

he gets really flustered when you say it first and he lets out a quiet “i love you too”

and you’re all “what i can’t hear you”

and he goes “i saiD I LOVE YOU TOO DAMMIT”

probably without the dammit bc he doesn’t come off as someone who cusses but i mean who knows ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

after that expect him to say ily a million times a day

even though he still gets really red every time but it’s super cute

dates with him are small and cute

lots of ice cream dates and trips to the amusement park

probably takes you to the n. seoul tower at some point

as much as he likes going out to have fun with you, he’s also perfectly okay staying back at the dorms

like a movie’ll be playing while y’all run around and chase each other with water guns it usually ends up with both of y’all slipping and bustin your asses on the floor

afterwards you probably make like brownies or something

usually ending up not cooking anything at all because you got it all over each other or ate the batter before you could put it in the pan smh

really loves cooking with you, especially big meals for the members

speaking of the members they absolutely adore you

they think you’re just too cute !! they can really tell how happy you make jeongin he never stops talking about you, sometimes to the point where it’s annoying but it’s heartwarming either way

you’re like a little sister to them

they tease you guys a lot and take lots of pictures because what else would parents do

they’re usually of you two sleeping or cuddling

which you guys do a lotttttttttttt

cuddling can go either way with jeongin

sometimes he likes to be the big spoon, he likes the feeling of your back pressed against his chest

especially when you sit in between his legs and you lean your heads on each other’s shoulder, you playing with his fingers as his arms are draped around your waist

other times he likes to be the little spoon, he needs affection and to feel loved in order to function properly what a cute bub

loves laying his head in your lap while you play with his hair

especially late at night when you’re by yourselves in the dorm and you can talk about anything

your nights usually end up with you two like that or lying down in that one position you see in the movies a lot

where you’re opposite vertical but your heads are right beside each other and your hands folded over your stomachs

like 7L but with the L shifted upwards if any of that makes sense

anyway

y’all’ll lie like that and talk for hours about everything and nothing

it’s usually only one of you guys talking though while the other person listens

it’s mostly about your day and stuff like that, but he also isn’t afraid to talk about you guys’ future

if you’re there with him, he can’t sleep without being beside you and holding you in some way

whether it’s just lacing your fingers together or full on cuddling, he loves it

usually he likes to lie face to face because he just loves looking at you

he’ll brush your hair out of your face while whispering how beautiful you are, hoping you can’t hear it

but you do don’t tell him though, you’re gonna embarrass the poor thing

doesn’t like to fall asleep before you

so once he notices that you’re breathing’s slowed into a rhythm he’ll scoot closer to you and hold you, burying your face into his shoulder as he rests his chin on top of your head

sometimes he wakes up before you, sometimes not, depending on how much sleep he’s gotten lately or if he has to work in the morning

if he does he’ll help one of the guys make you breakfast for when you wake up

if nottttttttt

then y’all are sleeping in til dinner

you usually wake up before him and brush his hair, back admiring his features

his beautiful forehead, long eyelashes, plump lips, prominent cheekbones and jawline

like his facial structure has changed soooo much since the show like he literally looked like a baby and now he’s getting so much older looking ???

i’m telling y'all he’s gonna have one of the biggest glow ups in kpop history

like he’s so beautiful now imagine how he’s gonna be five years from now holy shit

“it’s kinda creepy to stare at people while they’re sleeping, y/n”

his voice startles you which just makes him give you a lazy smile and hug you close to him

his morning voice is also probably pretty damn woah like honestly

when he pulls you closer he’ll plant a long kiss on your forehead and y’all just sit there for a while til one of y’all has to pee and can’t hold it anymore

forehead kisses

he does that a lot

kiss your face

your cheek, temple, nose, forehead, hands, you name it

your lips as well, of course, but not as often

like i’ve said a gazillion times already, he’s shy

so unless it’s like a peck or something short and sweet, you’re not gonna get lip kisses a lot

when you do tho

it’s so sweet

he’ll gently cup your cheeks with his hands and peck your lips once or twice before giving you a longer kiss

it’s very light and cute

he’ll do that a few times before finally giving you a longer kiss

holding your face closer than before to deepen it

he tries to make it more like other people do but he’s innocent, not that it’s a problem of course

y’all probably don’t run out of breath, he doesn’t go that far

when you guys finally pull away he gives a few more playful pecks before bringing his lips to your forehead and then your nose

then pull back to look at you, presenting a cute dimpled grin from ear to ear

he’s probably embarrassed at how red he is but it’s okay because you both are and it’s cute

okay so jeongin is super super cute and sweet and adorable and loveable and ashfjkdshfs

he loves taking care of you but you have to take care of him too

he love love love love love love love love love love love loves you to the end of the galaxy and back

and isn’t afraid to show it

well he might be nervous and shy

but you get the idea

please love him as much as he does you

okay i’m done

i love you

<3

#stray kids #stray kids imagines #jeongin imagine #boyfriend!jeongin #jeongin boyfriend #stray kids reactions #jeongin #yang jeongin #i.n #i.n stray kids #stray kids jeongin #jeongin stray kids #kpop #kpop reactions #kpop imagines #stray kids scenarios #kpop scenarios #jeongin scenarios #stray kids headcanon #stray kids headcanons #kpop heacanons #jeongin as your boyfriend #i.n. as your boyfriend #stray kids boyfriend #stray kids as your boyfriend #boyfriend!stray kids

[cleverbroadwayurl]

The Lady of Shalott (Connor Murphy x SlightlyFem!Reader)

Word Count: 2692

A/N: Me??? Writing Connor Murphy like Chloe Price from Before the Storm??? Yes. Also! I implied a little bit of fem!reader, and I did ask if anyone was against that, and no one said no, so uhhh here it is! I tried to make it not so tough to read but it’s hard to do that when you’re talking about the Victorians who were kinda snooty. Also! This is a real poem! I have a love of it, and the paintings are absolutely stunning! Just do a quick Google search to find them! And uhh if you want to be tagged in all of my work, you need to let me know bc I don’t know about that right now. 

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of marital assault, mentions of assault, mentions of Victorian era laws (which are horribly sexist), some dickwad, bad ending, language IF I MISSED ANY PLEASE LET ME KNOW

Connor rubbed his eye with his hand before checking the analog clock once again. 7:28. Fuck first period. With a glance at the board, he was met with the empty white surface. A hint of dread rose within him. Ever since his British Literature teacher said that everyone from the Romantic Era had died by the time the Victorian Era came around, except of course, for Connor’s least favorite poet, he’d been preparing for the worst ever since.

He hadn’t done his homework from the night before. It wasn’t like he wouldn’t normally do it—he typically liked English. His dad on the other hand, he did not like. Connor scoffed at last night’s fading memory, the image of Zoe’s cookie dough ice cream wrapped into his arm, a spoon in the other, while Larry went batshit about “stealing your perfect sister’s ice cream” for the fifth time that month. It wasn’t like he was taking it. He just wanted something sweet at 2 AM instead of sleeping. It wasn’t like he could sleep anyways. He was out of weed anyways. Fuck sleep. Fuck Larry. Fuck Perfect Zoe’s ice cream.

“Alright let’s get started,” Mr. Rand called out, picking up his anthology and flipped through the pages. “The Lady of Shalott. What do we think?”

Wait a minute. Connor had read that poem. Well, not read. No, Connor had enjoyed that poem, which was a first, especially ever since the bastard Wordsworth came into his life. He was silently thanking whoever he could—fate maybe—that it wasn’t that pretentious dick who loved nature so much he thought that “God himself has created Heaven on Earth” or some dumb shit. No, this was a fairytale poem about a badass lady who looked out her window, saw an attractive man, and then was banished to death by a curse that was placed on her years ago. It was like a really dark fairytale. And Connor had a soft spot for the original Brother’s Grimm stories.

And, on the bright side, he wouldn’t have to lock himself in the bathroom for getting so fed up with Wordsworth’s outlook on life (well, that and his classmate’s discussion) and how everything would be perfect if we all just loved nature. Yeah, Connor tried that. It didn’t work even a little bit. If anything, it made things worse for him. Being alone with his thoughts was not a good phenomenon, to say the absolute very least. So a break from the nature-loving freak himself was like walking under a waterfall into a right of passage.

“I think it’s like a fairytale!”

It was going to be one of those discussions. Alright. Fine. Connor took a deep breath and hoped that the conversation would get a little bit more exciting before he would leave and chill in the silence of the bathroom while everything around him remained still. It was the one thing he could control; that he could keep calm. He decided he’d give it another 20 minutes before leaving.

He chose to zone out a little bit, his pencil doodling a little boat, scarves and rags coming out of it. He’d draw the actual Lady of Shalott later. It was now that Connor wished he’d gotten a coffee from literally anywhere to help him stay awake and fight off his usual headache of not sleeping. When he’d been open about his head hurting before, kids started to laugh at him; mock him for being “too hungover to even talk about poetry”. The truth was that he was never actually hung over—extremely hungry, yeah, but that was kind of a given. And that was another thing that the coffee he so desperately craved helped with. He knew it was too late to get it right now, though. His drawing was just only getting started, guidelines still very prominent.

His black nail polish hit the paper, and he stopped for a second, assessing the damage that had been done. He liked it. Yeah, it was a new wave of hurt, it could symbolize the violent calmness of the Lady’s death. Connor made a few more marks, giving the image a real feeling of rage and empathy. He liked it. It was more than pretty. It was telling of what he assumed deaths of this caliber were like.

“Let’s talk about some Victorian history, okay?” The teacher queued up his PowerPoint before walking back to the front of the class, adjusting his blazer just slightly. Why was this teacher so pretentious? He was always way too chipper for this time of day; it was like he’d just swallowed a spoonful of straight caffeine. Connor rolled his eyes before pulling out a pen for the accents of his drawing.

“Now, in the Victorian era, women were typically referred to Angels of the Household. They did practically everything in their power to make the home perfect and ‘just so’ for her husband.

“Another term came along with the Angel of the Household, however. That term was Fallen Angel; or a woman who did not do the chores she was expected to and would also often commit adultery. Now, adultery was a pretty common thing among men, especially since divorce was so unheard of and frankly only for the exceedingly rich. And if the woman committed adultery, the husband and the rest of society would shun her, causing her death or causing her to be exiled. The deaths were a lot more frequent and usually were water based. Women would jump off bridges or purposely drown themselves in some way or another. Given this new information, what can we say about the Lady of Shalott?”

“She got what was coming to her.”

Connor rolled his eyes. He had to restrain throwing his pen at that one kid. He didn’t know names, but knew that that kid was more annoying and ruder than Jared Kleinman. Connor watched as the kid smiled smugly as the teacher tried to continue the conversation with the class, leaving that comment out. While the comment was a joke to the kid, Connor knew that there was truth behind it. He refocused on his drawing.

“I think we should also talk about some laws women had to follow.”

For some reason, Connor thought of his sister. Maybe it was the events from the night before or something. It dawned upon him after a minute or so: Zoe would totally raise her hand like the dumb overachiever she is and state something completely true and wonderful about women today before giving harsh criticism to anyone else who still believed in it. He had to chuckle a little bit. While he was still definitely upset at his sister and often fought with her, sometimes fighting to purposely get a rise out of her, he kind of missed the bond they’d had before. It was weird. Connor dismissed the feeling.

“Women weren’t allowed to file any kind of lawsuit without her husband’s or father’s consent. That includes divorce. And, if they somehow got the money and consent, women couldn’t divorce based on adultery alone like men could.”

Connor turned back to his work once more before he could hear the discussion around that. He didn’t want to hear the discussion around that. If he did, he’d have to leave for the bathroom, and he still had 5 minutes to stick it out before making his final decision to skip or not. So, instead of listening to the cringeworthy conversation, he chose to add medallions to his boat and begin the figure of the Lady of Shalott.

“Good question, Ellie! Women were legally obligated to submit to their husbands. As in, martial assault was completely legal and encouraged. It wouldn’t be many years until that law was changed.”

“Wait! So like assault was legal?”

“No! Not at all, actually! Let me give an example of this.” Connor hoped he wouldn’t be picked. If Mr. Rand used him in an example where he was the bad person, the class would break out into laughter and his entire day would be ruined. He’d have to leave, he’d have to find a new way to cope with this bullshit because his fucking dealer wasn’t getting back to him. Everyone called him a freak now, he couldn’t imagine what it would be like if the teacher called him something like a predator to an entire sex.

“Let’s say Jenna and Erik were married, and Erik assaults Jenna. That’s legal in this time period. But now let’s say Connor and (Y/N) were married—(Y/N) being the feminine figure in this situation” FUCK “They live a very happy marriage, love each other very much, and neither have done anything wrong. But let’s say one day someone forces (Y/N) into a situation they don’t want to be in. That would be illegal because (Y/N) and their assaulter aren’t married. Does that make sense?”

Connor suddenly met your gaze, each of you embarrassed as the other. You quietly eyed your pencil quickly after, a blush ever prominent on your features. You looked up after a solid thirty seconds, refocusing on taking notes on the class’s discussion. Someone else spoke up about you as your eyes met your notebook again, not shifting up this time.

“So if (Y/N) wanted to file a lawsuit, they’d need Connor’s consent?”

This was just getting worse and worse by the minute. Connor counted. He’d been here past the 20 minute mark a while ago. He had 10 minutes left before he could escape. Connor wasn’t going to the bathroom, though. No, he was going home. This was too much for him and his lack of sleep.

“Yes, that’s correct! And I’m sure Connor would gladly give it, as two people in this time period generally love and care for their spouse, even if this time period’s art don’t depict that.”

Connor didn’t need to see your face to know you were beet red. He kept staring at you until he made eye contact again. He shot you a look of sadness. Connor knew what was coming. The kids around you would start calling you a freak, would start making fun of you for this teacher’s dumb move. He had never talked to you, but knew from various things he’d heard around the school that you just kind of kept to yourself and were generally a nice person. You didn’t deserve to be harassed for something that was out of your control. You didn’t—fuck was Connor turning into Zoe?

“Would Connor even do it? Because how does he know that (Y/N) isn’t lying about their acts of adultery?”

Now Connor couldn’t hold it in as he watched  your face meet the light and contort into utter horror. You scooted your chair away from this kid, eyes fixated on your desk as you did so. Even from his seat across the room, he could sense your discomfort and your attempts at distracting yourself from the thoughts that oh-so-obviously clouded your mind. He could see how you held your breath. The tighter that your inhale became, the tighter that Connor’s fist and jaw clenched.

“Because unlike you, I actually believe in the people who come forward about a very personal and traumatizing experience, asswipe.”

“Language, Mr. Murphy.”

Connor’s face turned red and slumped into his seat. Although, he had been victorious. You were staring now, pencil not moving as he could see your heavy breaths take over. He relaxed a little bit at that, but not enough to stop crumpling the drawing he’d created at the beginning of class. His eyes shifted from you to that one kid, fight blazing in his heart.

“Connor is right, though,” Mr. Rand continued, “He would believe them because why would you lie about that kind of thing, especially when that’s your spouse? You wouldn’t. Studies have shown that even in today’s society, you can’t even pay people a million dollars to lie about being assaulted. So, why lie? No one does, Mr. Bernstein. You’re just trying to justify your own actions.”

But the kid—Bernstein apparently—smirked at Connor, happy he’d gotten a rise out of him. Bernstein didn’t even listen to the speech that Mr. Rand gave so eloquently and wonderfully, but to be fair, Connor didn’t either. No, instead each of them were staring at each other, one in victory and the other in pure plotting. He knew that he couldn’t get revenge on this dick now, but soon. Yeah, Connor would beat the shit out of him soon.

“Hey, Connor, right?”

Connor didn’t even notice that you’d stepped up to his desk, he had been so involved in making that one kid fucking pay for his actions. His eyes were now meeting your nervous ones, and Connor tried his hardest to seem less intimidating. It probably didn’t help that he’d chosen to wear all black and was staring at Bernstein like he was going to kill him. And a part of him knew that he couldn’t help being intimidating—rumors spread around this school almost better than cholera had in the Victorian age. To you, and everyone else, he was scary and unstable, ready to strike at any moment. He wished it wasn’t like that, especially with someone who was as needlessly as nice as you. And now, he had proof that the rumors were true.

You were making an effort to at least be nice to the poor kid who sometimes can’t keep his feelings in check. Yeah, he has outbursts, he just wished they weren’t as often as they were. And you knew that—or at least, he assumed you knew that. And yet, you were still talking to him, like he were a real person and like everybody else in the entire school didn’t treat him like some zoo animal that they didn’t even pay to see.

“I just wanted to say thank you for like…defending me back there. That kid deserved it.” You smiled nervously, shifting your feet as you stood in front of his desk.

“Yeah. No problem.” He stated, trying to be as not scary as he could be, “Human beings need to be treated with respect, you know? Plus, that one kid calls me a—”

“Hey freak!”

Connor’s hands balled up and his breathing became staggered. He quickly packed up his stuff before walking off, giving you a small nod as he continued on with his day. It was almost like for a moment he’d forgotten he was in this shit school with people who commit fuckery at all hours of the day. He stepped into the bathroom; choosing to at least try to go to second period. But he’d have to be late. Yeah, he needed to calm down from that encounter and he just…he couldn’t take anyone with that shitty sense of humor at the moment.

^^^

Connor rubbed his eye with his hand as he walked into the classroom. 7:28. Fuck first period. With a glance at the board, he was met with the empty white surface. A hint of dread rose within him. Ever since his British Literature teacher said that everyone from the Romantic Era had died by the time the Victorian Era came around, except of course, for Connor’s least favorite poet, he’d been preparing for the worst ever since.

He hadn’t done his homework from the night before. It wasn’t like he wouldn’t normally do it—he typically liked English. But he’d lost the motivation to the night before for some reason. Maybe it was because he could hear Zoe playing guitar and humming along through the wall until about midnight. And by then, he decided he wasn’t going to do it.

Connor looked up and started for his usual spot, but it was oddly surprised to find you in the seat next to his, pulling out your notebook and offering a soft smile to him. He offered one back before sitting in his spot, careful not to accidently bump you or something. He settled, class started, and for some reason, Connor felt like first period British Literature might just be okay.

#Connor Murphy x reader #connor murphy imagine #deh x reader #deh imagine #dear evan hansen x reader #dear evan hansen imagine

[getallemeralds]

Fix-it Leo: Katie / KG

welcome to something im tenatively calling “fix-it leo”, where i take my really old OCs and try to make sense of them! i’ve previously done this with Shadowy, which you can read here. seeing as im redrawing & “bringing back” a few other old ocs i figured id make this a series of talking about things! unlike the Shadowy one this doesnt have pictures beyond the initial ref bc i dont want to murder my hand and im also not sure how to draw some of this

today’s subject: Katie! also known as KG.

KG’s from 2010-ish, so some time after Shadowy but before the Shattered Worlds rework. to be as specific as possible, he’s from a RP setting that people that have known me closely have at least heard mentioned, if not seen snippets of it outright: KL, the massive crossover including any character and setting me & my friends wanted to RP.

as a self-insert character in crossover hell, Katie is VERY weird.

it was really hard for me to find info on Katie, because i actually had a bunch of OCs using that name that were my direct self-inserts for RP & story purposes both in and outside of KL. the unifying idea was that he was kinda just Me but in a fictional universe... and, apparently according to what info i DID find, all of the various Katies were. actually the same person, just in various conflicting situations with various conflicting backstories? so me stitching it all together got kinda weird. i did find a starting point though, so, uh... here we go!

as a general overview, Katie is pretty much just me. autistic, ADHD, likes videogames and art, bad social anxiety conflicting with desperately needing validation from everyone around him. he also has a very short temper and no volume control, which was usually a comedy thing but could also lead to him lashing out and doing/saying things he regrets, mostly hurting his friends. as a result he was kinda unpopular in his hometown... except for a small handful of friends he went to school with.

one night, he decides to go camp out with his friends to watch a meteor shower cause hes pretty fascinated by comets & shit like that. one of his friends, Elson, was acting pretty weird about it but Katie’s too excited to take much note of it up until the meteor shower “starts early” and Elson runs off into the woods. confused and startled, he gives chase. then, uh, the fucking apocalypse happens.

a lot of plot happens that im skipping over bc this is gonna be long enough as it is, but it gets revealed that Elson is actually an incognito alien named Elohim and an alien invasion is happening and wiping out civilization, and Katie is just. running out of sanity. being a main character SUCKS. he has a tragic backstory now, his friend (who he kind of had a crush on?) is an alien and is partially responsible for his tragic backstory, they join a rebellion after confirming “yeah your family’s dead as hell” and go to space, and finally find out that the leader of the aliens got a case of “jewelry makes you evil”.

they save the day obvs, with the help of some other people they ran into, and Katie has a moment of “well, fuck” bc his hometown is still extremely exploded and his family is still extremely dead and he’s like .5 miliseconds away from a mental breakdown. he then has a conversation that goes roughly like this:

person that helped them bust out of alien jail: hey, i think i know someplace you can stay katie: my house exploded person: cmon trust me

and then it turns out that that guy is actually Ninten and he’d just helped save the world with a fictional character, and before he has any opportunity to go “wait, what” he gets pulled through a portal by him and ends up somewhere totally different. more specifically, he’s now in the Earthbound universe, and his brain is going “[dial up noises]” a whole lot bc its not like his life was weird ENOUGH now he’s just... ditched his home reality??? with Ninten’s help??? and Ninten’s taking all of it in stride and ends up explaining the multiverse to him and that he’s one of the guys who ended up with the ability to worldhop and had stopped by Katie’s universe because he knew the possessed alien guy. he’s also apparently used to having to help people acclimate to massive paradigm shifts caused by multiversal fuckery.

so Katie’s just kinda trying to wrap his head around this, but takes Ninten up on his offer to go get to meet people and he goes to the Nowhere Islands! which was like, basically the hub location of KL. and then things get EXTRA surreal for Katie, because like... he used to write fanfic, and come up with story ideas that he daydreamed about a lot before everything exploded, and he bumps into Kurousu who is his OC. and there’s a lot of “UHHHH”-ing but he plays it off and befriends her, and its finally starting to sink in that yeah, he’s hanging out in this super weird crossover reality now, and he tries to make the most of it!

then some... weird things start happening. Tank, Joseph, and Vince make a jump to the Persona universe to do some plot stuff and run into Katie there, where he’s apparently joined SEES? except the last time they’d seen him, he’d been acting as a lackey to one of the arc villains because of a FMian from the Megaman universe screwing with him and taking advantage of his trauma to create a “new” Gemini Spark. and they start to write it off as “well i guess he’s like Tails where there’s some AUs of him running around” except... he recognizes them each time? but looks different and has different backstories and nothing really adds up. the next time a protagonist sees him, it’s Artemis post-getting turned into a Nobody finding Katie’s Nobody, Teixak, who apparently was very excited about getting to meet Roxas... despite, according to himself, having been living in Twilight Town for as long as he could remember. while also being very aware and very confused that that contradicts everything else about him.

teixak: eeee you mean i get to meet roxas?! he’s my favourite kingdom hearts character!! >w< rasemtix: ...you do realize you just told me youre from this universe, right? you were just explaining to me about how you lived here with leixand until the shadows attacked you two and stole your hearts. teixak: eh..? hm. ............Hm. but.... hm.

meanwhile on Katie’s end of things, he gets his heart stuffed back in his body and he reconciles with his externalized FMian-induced evil side and various other things from various other worlds, but everything feels weird and disjointed. he remembers attending school at Gekkougan, but also remembers living in Echo Ridge, but also remembers Twilight Town, but also remembers living in a boring world that got invaded by aliens where also all of this was just videogames and books and animes and OCs. and then things start getting weirder for him. he makes a joke to Artemis about “hey, remember when we got in a big fight cause i hit you with a sign?” and he doesn’t remember it. he teases Ninten about something personal and Ninten freezes up and asks him how he knows that, and Katie gets confused because he told him. he has an even more personal talk with T1, and then has  the same talk later but with slightly different words. and it’s starting to look like it’s not just “various Katies”, it’s Katie also dealing with various... varieties of everyone else, and he’s pretty much spinning a wheel on “what version of events am i in today?”

he finally gets an answer after a while-- something went really weird and really wrong when Ninten first brought him into the KL multiverse. the Katie that told Gomess about the Andromeda Key is the same Katie that joined SEES is the same Katie that got his heart stolen is the same Katie that got rescued from an apocalypse, but he’s sort of... existing simultaneously in different realities with slight “adjustments” to his personal history depending on what universe he’s encountered in. he also exists “outside of canon”, so some of the weirder memories he has are from rewrites or scrapped plotlines or noncanon moments that sometimes clip into canon when theyre not supposed to. apocalypse!Katie is the “primary”/original Katie, and that’s where all his weird meta knowledge comes from.

it’s... really confusing, and nobody really “gets” it, least of all Katie himself. he just knows that he’s ended up with a bunch of cool powers, although he’s not  really sure what he’s doing and has been a villain at least two universes. he also has a severe case of main character-itis (hence getting a Persona, getting his heart stolen, etc), and still isnt sure how to tell if he’s interacting with the “canon” versions of everybody or not. he’s at least unable to cause weird bizarre paradoxes by interacting with himself; trying to visit one of the universes he has an “echo” in just causes a perspective switch to the resident Katie. Katie also has access to all of his abilities as long as he’s not in a universe with a resident Katie; apocalypse!Katie has no abilities at all, starforce!Katie only has his FMian transformation, kh!Katie can only use his Keyblade, etc. this only starts being a thing after he “clicks” with his new existence.

he also has various outfits and aesthetics depending on universe, with the one i drew being his “outside canon“/default one. he gets cat ears! and Outsider eyes. Katie also has a bad habit of stealing things from universes he visits, and as a result has a collection of random things that he really shouldnt.

#txt #leo chirps #leos ocs #fixit leo #oc: KG

[marklineson]

Lost in a Loop (#02)

Kim Jongdae x Fem!Reader

You keep losing your memory every time you fall asleep. Is it possible for someone like you to live a normal life and experience a romance that lasts a lifetime?

Word Count: 5.1k

Genre: Fluff, Angst; 

Title Track: To Reach You (Memory Control, PD48)

Warning: lots of occasional swearing bc idk, they’re all stupid kids and need help with their anger management (war of hormones, otl) & a bit of violence & drinking; also lots of cringey moments;         -Rosy out;

#02 Enchanting.

- May 05th, 2018

“You're up late today, son.” Jongdae winced under the stern glance of his father, fastening his steps as he made his way through the living room, with the kitchen as his destination.

He had ended up falling asleep around 5 in the morning, and now, five hours of nightmares and uncomfortable twisting and turning later, he had decided to get up and call it a night. He was sure you had already gotten up, not remembering a letter of the conversation you'd had with him, but he was worried.

Why did she do that?, he constantly questioned himself as he poured himself the rest of the instant coffee his father had prepared for breakfast, Why did she ask me about my feelings? Is she interested in me? He felt a tiny spark of hope flare up behind his sternum, but then again it also could have just been the heat of the beverage in his cup.  

He flipped the case of his phone aside and opened said conversation, shaking a bit when he saw your profile picture next to your name.

Do you love me?

I don't know, he kept whining in his head, How am I supposed to know? I'm eighteen years old, for fuck's sake. Frustrated, he slammed the phone shut again and sat down with a bowl of cereal in hand. I must have been out of my mind when I said yes- let her reread our conversation and she'll think I'm a creep. Shit.

~

As if on cue, his father stepped into the room the moment Jongdae hat put the last bit of milk in his mouth, spoon still hanging from his lips when the bowl was snatched away from him.

“Ey! Dad!”, he exclaimed, his father gifting him with another stern look.

“It's Saturday, Jongdae.”

“I wanted to at least eat some breakfast before I meet up with the guys and-”

“Didn't you promise me to help out today because you got home late yesterday?”

Ah, true. Detention had caused him to get home late yesterday. He mentally kicked Chanyeol, but then again, his friend had gotten the worst punishment ever after school in form of his harpy girlfriend.

“So... you really want me to help out at the clinic today?” His father simply nudged his shoulder, ignoring the pout on his Jongdae's face.

“Money is earned through hard work, son- especially when it comes to part-time jobs.”

“Uh-huh”, Jongdae answered, gulping down the rest of his still hot coffee -Seriously, how long had he sat down for breakfast? Five minutes?- and got up to follow his father through the entrance area and the white door that connected the living space of the house with the vet clinic his father owned.

“So, what can I help you with? Did the supplies arrive yet?” His father blinked at him, obviously impressed, nodded and motioned for Jongdae to go outside where the packages stood. “Nice. Let me stash them away for you.”

The elder nodded, a hand on his son's shoulder before he went back into the clinic. “If you need help, you know where your good old dad is.” But Jongdae quickly sent him back inside, happy to have something to do that would occupy him.

~

I must have been out of my mind.

Jongdae wondered if he had actually hoped to be able to forget about last night, or if he had wanted to reminisce in old memories when he'd told his dad he would take care of the delivered supplies. The more he got used to his task, the wider his thoughts trailed off into the distance, and whenever he set a foot into the storage room, all he could think about were the many times the two of you used to hide in there when you played hide-and-seek with the others.

He was sure that tending to the customers as they waited inside would have been much more effective than stashing away pills and cat food.

Do you love me?

“Morning! Nice weather, isn't it?” He greeted you, making his voice sound extra cheerful. His father snickered from inside the clinic. Oh, shit.

But his face fell for a moment when he saw you simply standing there, watching him with your eyebrows up, slightly chewing on your bottom lip. Another oh, shit moment, taking into count how pretty you looked with your hair down and your white skirt swaying in the gentle breeze.

Jongdae did his best to regain his confidence by clearing his throat.

“What? Cat's got your tongue?” He laughed, mentally shitting himself when he didn't see your face lighting up.

“Oh, good... morning”, you muttered, starting to shift under his intense gaze because it made you feel awkward, “I just didn't know we were... close enough to greet each other in public.”

Ouch.

“Of- of course we are, we're classmates. We should always greet each other, in and out of school!”

You mustered him up and down, making him feel like he shrunk down to bite-size under your earnest expression. “...I see. Well, are we done here? Since we greeted each other?” He released a sigh that fit his deflated expression and merely nodded, seeing you smile at him with a slight bow and starting to walk on, when-

“Please- wait, there's actually something I gotta ask-” Jongdae was relieved when you turned around on your heels and blinked at him, the edges of your mouth rising once more. He felt his stomach twist as the heat crept up his cheeks, unstoppable and cruel.

Do you love me?

It's either that or the sun's finally getting the best of me.

~

“You should have told me about the project for chemistry earlier! I could have grabbed my books and made my way here right away.” You exclaimed as Jongdae's father handed you a glass of juice, ice cubes clinking gently when you took a sip. “Chemistry is important to you, isn't it? Only if you still want to become a scientist in the future, that is.”

Jongdae nearly choked on a cube he was chewing on when he realized you had actually memorized a fact that was related to him, but his hopes where crushed right away when you mentioned you had skipped through your last year book because you had gotten curious about your friends' wishes for the future and had read about him there as well.

“I...”

He scratched his neck, obviously thinking of a smart remark he could surprise you with, when the voice of his dad came to his rescue.

“...So, Y/N, how is Nemo doing these days?” Mr. Kim directed his curious eyes at you while filling his own glass. “I haven't seen him strolling around our house for a while now.”

“I actually thought of paying you a visit with him today- he hasn't been eating at all today, but my  mom said he's never been that much of an eater, so it might be the weather?”

Jongdae furrowed his eyebrows, clearly remembering you telling Yeri about Nemo gobbling down a whole bowl of cat food within a minute. He also remembered you asking your mom for your allowance in advance because you had to buy him more food, and when she said no, you had begged Jongdae to gift you with cat food for your birthday four years ago.

“Well, Nemo's about 15 years old, after all. It could be the weather, or it could be that he's just becoming more lazy as he becomes older, but maybe you should bring him here regardless of that- you were supposed to come here for his yearly check-up in June, anyway.”

You nodded at that, visibly happy to have such a great vet to take care of Nemo, your furry best friend. “I'll try to pay you a visit with him on Monday, then.”

Jongdae, who had been getting more or less lost in his memories, his gaze fixated on your beaming face, shrinked a little when you suddenly directed your attention at him again.

“So, do you want to start with the chemistry project right away? I could go home and get my things for-”

Yes. Yes- Say yes for god's sake! An unknwon voice kept screaming in his head, screaming at him to give in to what seemed like his chance to spend some time alone with you, but the feeling of his heart thumping so fast that it seemed to be about to burst caused him to do otherwise.

“I, eh- Sorry, but I already have plans for today.” Jongdae was sure of his mind playing tricks on him, because, for a mere second, he thought he'd seen your face fall- but he was sure he'd been wrong when you smiled at him and his dad as you got up- obviously, you were getting ready to leave.

“In that case, I'll be on my way to the grocery store. It was nice to chat with the two of you- Mr. Kim, Jongdae.” You waved at them before grabbing your bag and exiting the back of their clinic.

Jongdae's gaze followed your swaying hair when he was suddenly nudged by his father, making him groan. “Dad-”

“I already told you when you were ten and I know it made you cry, but I'll disown you if you don't make her my in-law, Jongdae.”

Blushing, Jongdae got up, his dad handing him some money before he practically ran out to follow you.

~

“Didn't you say you were a bit short on time because you had plans today?” You eyed him curiously, raising your eyebrows a bit at the large smile that had been plastered on his face ever since he'd managed to take you to this ice cream parlor a few minutes away from the grocery store.

“Yeah, I mean, I don't think we'd have had enough time to finish the project today because of that.”

“Who are you meeting up with, by the way?” Jongdae took his time before answering, his mind fully captivated by the redness that was crawling up your neck and, finally, cheeks, or the sight of you fumbling with the hem of your dress to avoid eye contact.

“I'm... going to meet the guys- Chanyeol, Baekhyun, and a few others you might not really know.”

“Oh. I see... like a guys' night out?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “Not really- Y-you could even tag along if you want. There will be other girls you could chat or play with.”

Something in your chest stirred, causing you to look anything but pleased.

He had known. He'd noticed how perfect -well, regarding your actual relationship- everything had been going today. He'd been seeing you in town on your own a few times, greeting you and sometimes even chatting with you, but sooner or later, there'd always been something -someone- to distract you and pull you away from him. Today had been the day, and he wouldn’t have been Kim Jongdae if he hadn’t known how to ruin it for himself.

“What's up?” The burning sensation of his palm on your shoulder made you stop mid-action, your eyes darting upwards to meet his. Jongdae felt somewhat intimidated by the expression you were now gazing at him with, but it didn't make him feel uncomfortable at all. It was the first time in two years, he realized. The first time ever since his birthday two years ago, ever since you’d caused him to think you were feeling the way he did

Why did I even answer you? I should have apologized, nothing more. Stop getting so sentimental, Jongdae.

“I don't know if I should be honest with you, Kim Jongdae.” Your eyes darted back to the floor, head shaking merely as if to support your thoughts, negativities he wasn't supposed to hear. “I don't know if I should really trust you that far-” His breath got stuck somewhere between his nose and his lungs when you suddenly grabbed one of his hands with yours, and gosh, were they small. And soft. Jongdae would have bet on them even smelling good-

“But despite everything my friends keep telling me, despite everything that's written about you in my diary, I feel like I want to trust you.”

“You...” He barely withstood the urge to hold on to your hand, but he managed to gently push it away in the end. “I don't think you should be trusting someone like me, Y/N.”

“My diary says so, too- but somehow, meeting you like this made me feel otherwise.”

The boy scowled. He’d thought he’d heard wrong before, but- “Your... diary?”

You blushed, but went on either way. “Yes, well, it's rather something like a notebook I use to keep up with the most important details of my daily life. To remember the things I... I forget about.” It was weird for you to talk about something so... private, but it also felt good to have someone listen and you had to admit that, different from what your diary had said, Jongdae seemed to be a nice person- and a great listener. “I wonder what my friends would do if they saw me opening up to you that much.” You laughed a little, but stopped when you saw Jongdae's face darken.

“I'm sure they already would have pulled you away from me, just like they always do.” It was your time to furrow your brows. “They seem to think I'm a bad influence for someone like you- and they may be right, I don't know.”

“What makes you think that?” You wondered what he -someone like Jongdae- could have done to be pushed away by your small group of friends, who were both also kind and caring enough to take someone like you in. Instead of eagerly reaching for his hand, you grabbed the string of your bag for something like... an anchor in the midth of the mess that was your head. “Did something happen between our friends? You and one of the girls-”, you paused, taking a deep breath to calm your own nerves-” or even us?”

Jongdae felt your eagerness giving him goosebumps. Despite whatever he had thought before, he was sure that something deep, deep inside of you wanted to get close to him again- and seeing how you were seemingly pulled to him made him feel indescribably soft. Like the matching poles of two magnets someone kept pulling apart. He could practically feel his heart swell with every word of honesty you spoke- because lying, he guessed, was something you were not capable of. “I... Honestly, I don't know.”

He didn't want to risk hurting you by accidentally making you try to remember anything about yourself too much, but he had to admit he was just as curious as you. He still remembered the last day the two of you hung out freely, the last day he had made you laugh and carried your backpack. He had thought about it over and over again, but had never managed to find a reason for you to leave his side when he had thought that you'd -eventually, if only the heavens had been on his side-

felt just like him. “We stopped being close two years ago. Believe it or not, but I have no idea why.”

He saw your face fall, shoulders hanging, and it took him all of his self-discipline not to step up to you and engulf you in a hug. He could have easily done so, maybe you even wanted him to- and yet, he would have felt as if he was taking advantage of your situation. Jongdae was no coward (just sometimes, he secretly was), but taking your situation into count, he still wanted to leave the first steps of whatever the two of you were heading up to to you. He had been used to matching up to your pace, and he had promised himself he would never throw himself right at you (unless you wanted him to, and heck, how often did he catch himself thinking back to the old times, where you'd tug on his shirt for a hug)- he wanted to give you the space and time you needed to get used to him again, no matter how long it'd take.

So instead of getting closer, he shifted around awkwardly, his shoes causing the earth beneath them to scrunch a little. He nodded over to the parlor you’d been sitting next to for the time being. “So... you wanna go get some ice cream?”

But all you could do was shake your head. “I'm not sure if I'm still in the mood for ice cream...”

Jongdae bit his lip, this time unable to hold his hand back as it reached out to you on its own, a gentle pat on your back causing you to smile. “We could share? Eating something delicious may brighten your mood. What's your favourite flavour?”

You smiled at him, and his heart skipped a beat.

How could you not feel happier again, when Jongdae was trying so hard to cheer you up?

~

“You want to know about... what?”

You patiently waited while Yerim and Sooyoung looked at each other as if you'd just told them you'd move away tomorrow and never come back.

“I don't think there's anything worth knowing, sweetheart.” But Yerim's furrowed brows told you otherwise.

“I would like to know what happened between me and Jongdae”, you started, casually sipping on your shaken sweet tea. “ Something must have happened. I feel like we'd be much closer if it didn't- and he said he's clueless himself.”

You saw your friends scoffing in unision.  “He's what?!” Sooyoung slammed her hands on the table, half of the customers in the small café you'd met up in looking at her in shock. “He's a fucking idiot, Y/N, a fucking idiot! He's just as evil as his friends are!-”

“When did you even talk to him?”, Yerim asked as she yanked Sooyoung's butt back into her seat.

“Today. We met in front of his house and spontaneously went for ice cream.” You tried your hardest not to smile, but the glow on your face was impossible to hide. “I thought that if anyone would know, it should either be you or his friends.”

“Sweetie...” Yerim took your hands and gently pressed them while Sooyoung huffed and threw her head back, cheeks puffed in anger and frustration. “You know, it's not like we don't know about your feelings for Jongdae, but...”

“Yeri, stop. I don't want her to get close to these three pieces of garbage ever again. I gave Chanyeol another chance, and you saw what he made of it-”

“Why is this about you again, Sooyoung? Does each and every conversation have to revolve around you and that wanna-be-punk?”

“He's not- I mean, of course not”, the taller girl exclaimed, irritation washing over her face and revealing her inner state. “You know that all I want is to protect our friend from getting her heart broken over and over again- Park, Byun, Kim, they’re all the same kind of idiots. Insensitive, unbelievably mean and-”

“Girls, girls, girls- I fucking love him! ”, you threw in, both of your friends now looking at you, eyes wide and mouths agape. “This is my life, after all. I am a part of this group. I feel like I have every right to know about whatever happened between all of us.”

“It’s all in the past, sweetie, we should all calm down and think about what’s ahead of us, I guess”, Yeri patted your hand while Sooyoung raised her hand to order another round of tea and coffee for the three of you, but even the sugar-coated cookies she demanded as well could distract you.

“Sooyoung. Yeri. Please. You know me- my past, my future, everything’s unknown to me. The two of you are my number one source for everything that’s happened to me in the past years. What do you think I should do if even the two of you stop backing me up? What should I do with my future if I don’t even know who I am because my past is nothing but blurry?” Ugh, how you hated it to play that card- but it seemed to work just fine. 

“Sooyoung, I read about your break-up. Heck, I don’t even know how to comfort you because I barely even know what it’s like to love someone, to be loved, or to be broken up with and miss someone- I want that, too, no matter the outcome.” You leaned over to them, a pleading look on your face. You felt like crying, andeventually, it showed- because even if you had just started to act like a kicked puppy to convince them, it was true. You were scared of your future- but what scared you the most was spending your present without living. You still wanted to go out and have fun, live and love like everyone else. You were convinced that even for someone like you, romance was a possibility as long as your partner was someone who cared. Someone who tried- someone like him, you added in your head.

Just this once, please.

You saw the two of them exchanging glances, with Yeri biting her lip and Sooyoung blinking a tad bit too fast, trying to hide her watery eyes. “Fine, but... please don't swear again. Sooyoung's rubbing off on you way too much.”

“Stop babying me, Yeri. You're younger than me!” 

“Who cares about two months-” Sooyoung interrupting her by smacking the blonde's head made you crack up.

“What did you just say? I didn't hear you, Kim Yerim, I guess your bad hearing's rubbing off on me!”

~

Jongdae's mind was a freaking mess. With the memories of the past years and today all mixed together, the moments of tension that had practically drained him, he didn't even feel like attending Baekhyun's small party anymore- he would've rather spent time alone to think, to remember.

But he'd promised after all, and he had also said yes to band practice being set up for today due to the detention he'd gotten because Chanyeol'd behaved like a fucking caveman in class. He smiled, eyes crinkling in delight. He was reall walking through heaven and hell with that boy, but he was living for it- they were friends, after all.

“Yo, guys! It's me!”, he exclaimed as he opened the door to the small wooden hut in the Byuns' backyard, “What's going on?”

The guys immediately handed him a can of beer -Baekhyun's dad was a seemingly sad example of a single father, allowing the boys to drink at home to “man up” (when in reality, he rather had them drink at home than somewhere else, but how uncool did that sound)- and immediately discussed which song to play as an opening for tonights party and some new stuff Chanyeol had come up with, when Baekhyun put an arm around Jongdae's shoulders and slomped down next to him on the old, red leather sofa that had been a part of the Byuns' livingroom until three years ago, when Baekhyun had somehow managed to burn a butt-sized hole into one of the seats.

“I guess something good happened today? You're pretty much thrilled up today!” Jongdae sent a silent toast to his two friends and emptied his can before speaking.

“Well, you could say so. Nice weather-”

“-nice skirt, you mean.” Chanyeol took a seat in a blue armchair opposite to them. Baekhyun eyed them curiously, while Jongdae tried to hide in the collar of his shirt, immediately getting the hint.

“Your date was wearing a nice skirt today- a bit too long for my taste, but you've always been the conservative one here- Ey!”, the giant exclaimed when Jongdae's beer can collided with his head.

“Date? You were on a date?! Why didn't you tell us you had a girl wrapped around your little finger? Who is it? Spill the tea already!!” Baekhyun nudged Jongdae's side, obviously proud of his buddy.

Jongdae opened his mouth to speak, but before he could make sure that whatever answer he was going to give seemed solid, Chanyeol rolled his eyes and, holding his head, added “Naw, just kidding. I saw him in town with Brainy. They were eating ice cream. Should've seen them, Dae was so much into acting all lovey-dovey and sharing with her, I thought he was going to feed her at any moment- AH!” He tried to hold back his laughter, but failed miserably and ended up stubbing his toe at the coffee table.

“Serves you right!”, Jongdae happily yelled, before turning around to get some nice comment out of Baekhyun. “Doesn't it- hey, what's up? Someone stole your tongue?” He furrowed his eyebrows, repeating his friend's past action and nudging his shoulder playfully- but all he got was Baekhyun shoving him away and off the sofa. “Ey, what the fuck was that for?!”

“So, you're seeing her now?”, Baekhyun growled, head hanging low enough for his bangs to hide his face. “You're seeing each other? You're finally dating that sad excuse of a bitch-  Fine, congratulations.” He made an attempt to get up and walk over to his keyboard, but Jongdae was faster- he jumped up from his position on the floor and pushed Baekhyun back to the couch, making him trip over his own feet and causing him to fall backwards with his back hitting the leather first. “Jongdae, what the fuck?!”

“What's your fucking problem?”, Jongdae yelled, throwing his hands up in the air to express his irritation, but also ready for a possible fight. “I told-”

“-I think I should be the one asking you two just that”, Chanyeol threw in, getting between the two smaller guys to prevent any more damage. “Jongdae, lower your fucking butt and then talk it out!”, he shouted, causing the other two to shut up for a moment and get back to their senses, realizing he had usually been the one they had to calm down and aid him with his anger management.

“I definitely didn't intend to make the two of you scratch each others' eyes out when I made that stupid joke.”

Jongdae huffed once, twice, and eventually a third time before laying his eyes upon Baekhyun again. “So? I'm waiting for your answer, dumbass.”

“What's there to wait for? I already wished you well, asshole.” Baekhyun wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, facial expression still falling a mile a minute. “I hope you and that annoying little piece of crap will live well and experience your happy ever after.”

“What reason do you have to treat her like that? I remember you telling us you liked her, Baek!  Whenever you talk about her now, it's like you've become a whole different person! Did some kind of ghost get a hold of you and tell you to treat her like shit from one day to another? Or-”

“That's the fucking problem, you dumbass!” Chanyeol grabbed his chest in surprise, as Jongdae stayed unfaced by their friend getting up and slamming his hands flat on the table, their bottles jumping in unision.

“To be honest”, Baekhyun's voiced seemed forced and compressed, as if he tried his best to withstand the urge to talk, “I... like Y/N.”

Silence.

It was a weird, maybe even comical moment, with the rapid exchange of eye contact between Chanyeol and Jongdae, the latter feeling the hair in his neck standing up one after another, while Baekhyun shifted in his seat as if his blonde friend was a bomb that was about to explode. Unexpectedly, Chanyeol was the first one to regain his ability to speak.

“You what?”

“It's true. I've been in love with her for about... four years now”, Baekhyun started, elbows now resting on his knees, his face hidden in his hands to hide the embarrassment that started to show on his face.

“I... never knew”, Chanyeol mumbled, something like awe showing on his face, but he was too scared to drag things into a humorous direction just now. He'd never seen his friends in such a dead-serious moment, though he somewhat felt like this was all part of either a hidden camera prank, or some kind of cheesy romance novel.

“Well, me neither”, Jongdae growled, too overwhelmed by his own feelings of Baekhyun suddenly stepping up as a potential rival in a fight for your heart (though it was very unlikely that Yerim or Sooyoung would let you get close to any of them after what happened).

When Baekhyun realized his friends had nothing else to add, he continued, keeping his face low as he shifted awkwardly on the old red sofa beneath his butt. “I thought that, if I kept humiliating her, I would at some point start to believe in my own words, that I would like her less, maybe even dislike her someday- be able to let go and move on- but it's not that easy.” His gaze shifted to Jongdae, who was still furious, his whole body shaking from anger and irritation. “Whenever I hurt her, I saw your eyes, the sadness it pushed you into- and I knew that, while my head told me to stop this, my heart had made the right choice. She may be weird, but if someone like you falls for her, Y/N must be one hell of a girl- a rare catch, like a diamond.”

With his gaze still resting upon Jongdae, he missed the way Chanyeol furrowed his eyebrows and mouthed something along the line what the fuck?, falling into a trance as he slowly started to realize the direction this was taking.

“After a while, I noticed I like it when she cries or shies away from me- it's cute, but-”

“-Wow, you're one fucking asshole.”

Baekhyun sighed and nodded, eyes carrying a small glint of sadness. “True, Dae, I was going to say exactly that. I'm an asshole for making her feel so down, and I possibly hate myself the most for it- but I'm also your friend, and so I decided to start over. I promise I'll behave-”

Chanyeol regretted only waking up from his trance the second he heard the crack caused by Jongdae's fist hitting Baekhyun's nose with full force.

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Changed Feelings (Chenle)

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word count: 2278

An au where you two went from strangers to decent friends

You basically go to the same school as the dreamies

Though you’re closest to Jeno

Bc he’s your best friend

BUT you mainly have the same class as Renjun

Hella confusing i know

Honestly the only class you guys DON’T have together is art

ART OUT OF ALL CLASSES

Ok before i get out of hand with your school life

CHENLE

He’s in your little friend group, but you don’t really talk to him

Heck your locker is next to his too

He’s in some of your classes but again, you don’t talk to him

Renjun tried to get you to talk to chenle but it never works

Jaemin also tried to get you to talk to him

Yet you still refused

Of course you eventually did

But it ended up you two hating each other

It wasn’t to the extent where you both would get in trouble

You guys would just write your hates on sticky notes and put them on each others lockers

Chenle would talk about how much he hates you while you’re not around

You just keep it to yourself

Apparently something caused both of you to hate each other

Knowing you, renjun probably thought it was something serious

Yet knowing chenle, it was probably something stupid

It lasted for months

Literally how?

The thing is, renjun and jaemin caught chenle spilling compliments about you as he was complaining about you one time

“YOU LIKE THEM!!!”

“NO I DON’T, WHY WOULD I?”

“DON’T LIE.”

Then chenle would spill how much he hates you

But they know he had a crush on you

They can feel the regret from him every time he complains to them

Soon you had a project to do, and you must be working with a partner

Literally everyone else was taken but chenle

YOU CAN’T BELIEVE RENJUN BETRAYED YOU FOR JAEMIN

You two needed to pick a topic but you guys ended up spending two days trying to pick one

Apparently you guys can’t agree on a topic

“How about music?” your teacher suggested

You both ended up being silent as you both were about to argue again

“You know you guys just can’t keep arguing.” your teacher sighed

You just stood there while chenle crossed his arms and looked away

“Why can’t we work alone?” you asked

“Well….” your teacher knew you work better alone, but i guess she wanted you to get used to working with other people

“Is it so Chenle gets an actual grade?”

“Hey, at least i’m passing!” he protested.

“Chenle, you may be passing, but your test scores is quite something…. Failing this project can result in you failing this class….”

“Ms—“

“Chenle, I’m trying to help you pass.”

You rubbed your neck while the conversation was going on

Even though you kept a straight face, you wanted to laugh

After the whole conversation with your teacher, you guys ended up doing music

Just the different types of music is what the assignment is

Honestly you thought someone took the topic, but people might actually want to do something new

Music isn’t something new to the both of you, but at least it makes things easier

Well you hope

Now you guys need to find the time to get together and actually talk about it

Except you guys ended up being silent

Heck you guys didn’t even bother to exchange phone numbers

Luckily your teacher lets you work on it in class

Everyone sat next to their partner and working together

Then there’s you and chenle, working independently

Well, it looks like it’s just you who’s working on it

Your teacher was about to scold chenle for not working

But to everyone’s surprise, he was actually working

It’s almost like you two use telepathic powers to split the work

Unless you two ACTUALLY talked about it

Yeah right

It looked like he actually started the day before

But you eventually got the same amount of work done in a span of 45 minutes

Your teacher walks up to you and crouches down by your desk

“Y/N, I think you should talk to Chenle, especially about the project.”

You looked at her as if she’s insane, and she gives you a look, causing you to sigh

When she walked away, you looked where Chenle was sitting and finding out he fell asleep while working

Guess he wasn’t used to working this much

You were actually debating, but eventually you left a sticky note on his desk

When he woke up, he saw the sticky note

Here’s my number, and it’s only for the project, got it?

Honestly, who knows if he’s gonna text you

Later today, you got a text

Is this Y/N?

Oh, he actually did

Yeah, so this is chenle?

Yep!

He seems happy to text you

Why?

It’s just for the project

Is there you want to talk about the project?

Probably something you both don’t want to think about, but you had to

You were expecting a quick reply from him, since he was replying fast earlier

But he left you hanging

Oh well, you weren’t mad

A couple hours later, you were working on the project, looking through the information you found

Your phone vibrated on your desk

Of course it’s Chenle texting you back

Do you want to hang out at a cafe sometime? So we can actually talk about what we found and how we’re going to put it together.

For once, he’s not wrong

Sure, I’m pretty much free everyday, so you can pick the day.

Is tomorrow fine? Since it’s the weekend and all.

Already? I thought it was thursday.

Well you thought wrong.

You were going to smile at his words, but your thoughts on how annoying and loud he is stopped it

You looked at his recent text

So tomorrow then?

Yeah.

Now you just hope no one from school sees you

Alright! I’ll see you at the school doors then?

I guess, yeah.

And that was that.

Skipping the night, it was time to actually meet him

you just wore casual yet cute

it was a nice day, so you wore a dress, carrying a bag with all the work in it

hair up in a ponytail so it wouldn’t get in your face while you work

when you saw him, he was wearing shorts, with a vest and short sleeves, and a brown beret

and of course, a laptop case

you covered your mouth and chenle pouted

“Now is not the time to make fun of me!”

“sorry, you look like a five year old.”

“Do not!”

“then someone has looked at the mirror.”

you two could go on for hours on your argument, but you both know that’s not what you’re here to do

“come on! the faster we finish, the earlier we get to go home!”

he started to drag you

“You’re the one that wanted to work at the cafe!”

“because it’s better than waiting for a text!”

again, he’s not wrong

you guys finally reached the cafe, and lucky it wasn’t packed

you both entered and picked your seats, getting your things out

you ended up sitting in silence for the past 10 minutes

you looked over your work while he played with his thumbs

out of the blue, he got up

“do you want anything to drink?”

you paused at his sudden request

“ice tea, please.”

with that, he went to order, and while you waited, you looked at your papers

it looks like you didn’t do much, but your handwriting is just small

chenle returned with two drinks, turns out that he got juice

he caught your gaze as you looked at his juice

“i can't stand coffee, it’s so bitter.” he clarified

“lattes exists you know.” you say as you drink your tea 

“then why didn’t you get coffee then?”

“because i hate the taste of coffee in general.”

now you know that you two have something in common

he pulled out his laptop, logged on and showed you the progress he made

you looked back and forth at his screen and your paper, crossing out any information you wrote that he already added

while you were doing that, he just stared at you, as if he was realizing how beautiful you are

until the door to the cafe opened and someone familiar showed up in his vision

you didn’t bother to see where he’s looking

“Hey, it’s Y/N and Chenle!” said a familiar voice

yep, that took your eyes off the screen and paper and shifted to whoever talked

it was renjun and jaemin, how nice

it seems like they were going to work on their project here too

“How are you two doing?” renjun asked

“i don’t want to hear from a betrayer.” you said and went back to work

“ouch.”

Chenle was going to complain to jaemin, but seeing you focused stopped him

for once, he was trying to be quiet and let you work

that surprised jaemin and renjun

“come on, jaemin, let’s start working.”

jaemin pouted, he obviously doesn’t want to work

skipping to a couple hours later

chenle fell asleep again after all the working

you sighed and drank the rest of your tea and went to throw away the cup

as well as chenle’s empty bottle of juice

you guys were close to being done, and you guys could be done by now, but you didn’t want to finish too early

you went back to your seat just sat there in silence, while jaemin and renjun are still talking about their project

honestly, what do you do with a sleeping chenle?

instead of waking him up, you waiting for him to wake up on his own

you scrolled through your phone

you found yourself looking at the conversation you and chenle had

it was short and simple

though you didn’t think much about it, because things were gonna go back to the way they are after this project

you took off his beret, so he doesn’t have to wake up to his hat falling off

checking the time, you guess that you’ve been here for four hours

and you two have been surprisingly productive

you didn’t argue at all, which is a record

even though you were so close to

when you realize the cafe closes pretty early today, you had to wake him up

“wake up, the cafe is going to close soon.” you said in the most soothing voice

even renjun was surprised at the tone of your voice

chenle slowly sat up properly and tried to be awake

when you guys put your stuff away and got ready to leave, he basically clung onto you

that caught you off guard because you never really experienced this

but hey, the boy’s tired

at this point, you figured out about renjun and jaemin

it’s ok, you’ll kill him on monday

now back to clingy tired chenle

he didn’t want to let you go

but you also didn’t know where he lives

and vise versa

what are you going to do with this boy?

by the time you got to the school gates, he let go

now he’s wide awake and energetic

“I can't believe we were so productive today! we should do this again on sunday!”

now he’s acting like he never hated you before

“if you don’t sleep on me again, maybe.”

“hey, this time i didn’t sleep that much last nig—“ he instantly covered his mouth

you shoot him a look

“How much sleep did you get?”

“Like an hour… ow!”

you flicked his forehead, even though it wasn’t even that hard

“you’re taking this project too seriously.”

“i need to pass!”

“health comes before passing, you idiot!”

the fact that he’s putting passing over his sleep is not right

even if you hate him, you know that is something to worry about for a fact

you cross your arms

“if you get enough sleep tonight, then we’ll do this again on sunday, but you can’t lie to me.”

“alright, alright.”

“Now, see you sunday, maybe.”

and you guys part your ways

Now Sunday came by and you met him at the same spot

But you don’t see him anywhere?

Then you see a small figure running towards you

“Sorry, I overslept.”

Well honestly, he didn’t look like he was running late

“It’s fine, I didn’t wait that long.”

Really, he said to meet you half an hour ago but you kinda figured he would be running late, so might as well be late too

“At least fix your bed head.” you said as you brush his hair

He got embarrassed and covered his head

“Now let’s go! I promise I won’t sleep this time!”

“You better.”

Now, this time you guys actually finished your project

Luckily, it wasn’t a project you have to present, because that would take too much time

And too much arguing

You guys had time to spare, and you spent some of that time sitting in silence

Then you feel someone sliding into the same seat as you

“Renjun-hyung!”

Well chenle seems surprised about his appearance

“I came to see how you guys were doing!”

He seems happy, but you feel like something fishy is going on

Also chenle seems like he stopped hating on you

At this point, he’s treating you as if you’re his friend, but it’s one of those where he hardly interacts with, only in classes you guys have together

Sooner or later, you started to feel the same

Though, you’re still going to kill Renjun and Jaemin for setting you two up

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