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number-onekidqueen · 2 months

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𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞

Based on Moth to a Flame by the Weeknd & Swedish House Mafia

Post-tlt!Luke x Apollo!fem!reader

Angst - 3.1k

warnings: making out, Steve is a warning 💀, reader is cheating with Luke, SPOILERS FOR THE LIGHTNING THIEF AND A TINY BIT OF SEA OF MONSTERS.

It wasn’t him.

That was all you could think about as your boyfriend kissed you passionately in front of the whole camp. Sure, he was an excellent kisser, but it wasn’t as nice as it could’ve been.

If it was him, he would’ve known to leave the breathtaking kisses for private. Known that you hated to make a scene. Would’ve put your comfort before his lusty need to kiss you-

You couldn’t think that. He was evil. And he had hurt your terribly. You refused to say his name even now, six months after his departure. He had left you and betrayed the whole camp and was conspiring with Titans, trying to start a war.

Steve…. Wasn’t like that.

You liked him. He was nice and treated you like you should be treated. He was a spectacle to be around.

You still remembered all the drama from when he’d first asked you out. It was a story, all right, just like Steve liked.

You hadn’t been in a great place then. You cried every night over him - you still did - you avoided the Hermes cabin like it was a plague, and you just felt numb and empty every day.

And then he’d asked you out. Steve was from the Ares cabin, and after he had left, the red team had been having a lot of luck with winning Capture the Flag.

It had been another one of Steve’s victories, and he’d been triumphantly waving the flag around before he passed it to his teammate, and drew the camp’s attention.

“So, thanks to me, we get the best chores, best privileges. Thanks Chiron.” And Ares cabin roared as Chiron nodded awkwardly. “Still, I want one more thing. I have to have one more prize. Her. I’d like to ask y/n l/n to be my girlfriend.”

And your friends had talked about this for a while before, how they seemed to just know Steve had a crush on you - even though you couldn’t see it - and how they thought you guys would be perfect together. And how it would help you get over him.

You said yes.

And it was a fairytale from there.

Every time he won Capture the Flag, (which was every week just about) he’d pick you up and spin you round, kissing you. It became a tradition, a victory kiss. And they were long, burning, breathless kisses, and he would continue even when you tired and stopped. He was passionate that way, all about making your pulse quicken. But not as much as did when he-

At dinners in the pavilion, you would share a peck before every meal while you queued. He was always next to you, and although it was kinda dull having him dismiss your friends so he could talk to you privately, at least you had the company right? And you always shared your extra food with him when he was hungry, and sometimes he would try to feed you sandwiches teasingly, which everyone cooed at. You wished they wouldn’t-

On weekend nights, you’d come back with him to Ares cabin secretly, and he’d make out with you in his bed, telling you he deserved his girlfriend after a long and hard week. And you would kiss and kiss and kiss and your lips would be swollen, your head would be spinning and people would roll their eyes and talk about how stupidly in love the pair of you were.

Like a fairytale.

Except, it had a bit of a twist. When he finally tired of your body and lips, and let out a few gentle snores, then you would escape.

You started the habit the first time you couldn’t sleep after one of your make out sessions.

It was idiotic, but you couldn’t fight the way you were still loyal to the traitor you had called your lover, how you felt sick to the stomach each time you felt Steve’s arms around you, tighter and more cage-like than his had ever been. You couldn’t fight the way your mind flitted between the two boys, comparing and contrasting between them to the detail, draining you of your sanity as the night stretched on. Hypnos didn’t bless you with rest, and you cursed the god that had ever created overthinking.

You’d walked out, your arms huddled around you like his should be, and you stumbled in the cool darkness all the way to the beach.

And in the obscurity of the night, you would let your heart break properly, as completely as it needed to. You would sin, become the villain of your own fairytale.

You would whisper his name, over and over and over, as you would tell him everything that had happened to you. Every event that had transpired since he left. Eventually, you’d bring old Polaroids of the pair of you you’d hidden away, and an old flickering torch to view them with. A lot of the time you simply sobbed your heart out, whispering his name again and again into the sands, this beach the only place you could ever continue to love him.

Usually, you were out for a while, bathing in your midnight misery, sometimes until Apollo deigned to let the Sun give light to the sky.

It wouldn’t make you happier.

Once everything was visible, occasionally you stared at the ocean, spotting the distant specks that were ships. You wondered if any of them were his, stupid Princess Andromeda, with all the horrifying monsters aboard you’d heard about.

It was torture, thinking like that. That he was one call away, that you might scream across the waves and he would hear, and yet you were worlds apart.

Once the sunshine heated your skin, you would drown your love in the daylight, and head back to Steve, your… lover.

It was an awful, unhealthy routine. You knew that, and felt so many tremendous ways about it.

But it was also beautiful in a painful way you’d grown to love.

It was much the same tonight.

Relief like a tsunami washing over you, as you began to feel the sleepy inhales and exhales of your boyfriend. The fifteen minutes it took you to softly slip out of his embrace unnoticed, and how they dribbled by slowly. A quick check for harpies, a speedy walk to the beach down the faint path your careful steps had created.

Than the silence.

Agonising, serene silence.

The stars would hear his name again, as you spoke, the only witnesses to your traitorous actions.

You’d only said his name once, listening as it faded into the sounds of the night, the chirping of insects and breeze in the trees.

Crunching footsteps disturbed the peaceful aura.

Instantly, you were on your guard, cursing yourself for lacking in a weapon. No matter how heavy the clunky torch was, it would be no match for fangs or talons. You held it up regardless, circling around on your feet as you searched for the source of the sound.

“Is that a torch? Man, I’m outta here.”

You might’ve died. Your heart stopped. Your breath caught. Everything inside you froze.

It was him.

Him.

Your torch lowered as he approached, the moon casting a holy glow on his face and distinct scar.

He looked exactly as you remembered.

Tall, lean, eyes deep, dark and entrancing, curls the rich colour of cocoa.

Handsome as Adonis-

No. You raised your torch again, as you reminded yourself who this boy was, what he had done to you. No, you did not trust him, even if you missed him.

“It’s me. I’m not here to hurt you,” he reassured, approaching you softly as if you were the dangerous one, “you don’t have to be on guard.”

Being you isn’t enough anymore, you wanted to scream.

“What are you here for then? Are you planning some attack at camp?” You asked instead, horrified.

“What are you out here for? Are you planning to join me?” He whispered back, smirking.

“I- no, no. I could never do what you’ve done- what you do, no-“

“Yeah, yeah, I’m horrendous, I get it,” he interrupted, impatient, “but you’re still out here. And you were saying my name.”

The last sentence was almost… sensitive and hopeful. You didn’t like the way that vulnerability made you feel.

“I did not. I have not said your name since the day you left, the day you betrayed us.” You denied, shaking your head and backing away from him. He followed you, even as you feet moved left and right.

“Please, stop,” you begged, scared now as he continued to step where you stepped.

“No, I came back for you,” his expression and voice changed, no longer smug and smirky. He was desperate, genuine. “There hasn’t been a day I haven’t thought of you. I still love you, y/n, and the biggest mistake of my life was leaving you here.”

Your eyes welled at his words. This was all you’d ever wanted to hear.

“You can’t just say that, you- you-“ your voice broke, and you finally stopped your retreat as your back hit a tree. “You left me for six months. You can’t just come back randomly, if you loved me you wouldn’t have left and-“

There was only a foot between the two of you. And it was rapidly closing, each steady footstep bringing you nose to nose. You couldn’t stop it, and you didn’t want to.

“I-I- what are you doing, I can’t do this, whatever this is- I have a boyfriend and um, what-“

Your foreheads were almost touching. He was frowning, your guess was at the mention of Steve. Your eyes met, and you glanced away, knowing if you met his gaze once more you would give into anything he requested.

“If you loved your boyfriend,” he breathed, each word becoming hotter and breathier as it neared your lips, ”you wouldn’t be out here crying and saying my name like a prayer.”

It was impossible to resist. Your eyes met again, and it felt as if you didn’t have a choice as he leaned down to kiss you. Your body was just following what it yearned to do.

It was just as fantastic as you remembered.

Blazing, spectacular, thrilling fireworks all through your body. On both of your lips burning and tingling with electric attraction, as they moved at a seamless speed. On your shoulders, as he massaged the bones, his hands brushing the length of them. In your blood as every particle of you seemed to hum in joy and satisfaction. It was an eager, sweet kiss, and it was precisely what you’d been missing.

Why had you been trying to be a princess in a fairytale?

It was one of the only things you and he agreed on. You hated fairytales.

You preferred thrillers.

In sync you drew apart for breath, panting hard and grinning. After a short pause, you couldn’t hold it in anymore,.

“Luke,” you said.

It was like saying a dirty cuss word that held powerful meaning. A secret no one wanted revealed. This was the loudest you’d ever said it in months, and you felt glad at the release of his name from your heart.

It was the magic word for Luke.

Immediately his lips were on yours, and there was no restraint this time. If that kiss had been hungry before, these were starved.

Every ounce of anything either of you had felt was developed into that kiss. It was a myriad of different emotions, conflict and similar feelings rebelling and intertwining as your lips and tongues danced. I love you. I hate you. All I want is you. I’ve missed you. All I think about is you. I’ll never love someone how I love you-

“Come with me,” he begged, breaking apart as you shuddered for breath, and how could you refuse if he looked at you like that?

Luke beamed at you, seeing as you weren’t rejecting him and eagerly took your hand in his. The familiar warmth almost caused you to faint.

And then he was leading you swiftly away from the beach, into the woods, and towards another part of the shoreline.

You were almost giggly, as he pulled you along, over logs and past dense patches of lush shrubbery. It was like you were sixteen again, sneaking away from harpies and head counsellors so you could stargaze and kiss.

You made it to his ship soon enough, the Princess Andromeda.

It was certainly fit for royalty.

The style and size of the boat caused you to stop a moment, your jaw dropping.

Luke continued to tug at your hand, pulling you along and towards the deck before you could reconsider. You figured you were too far gone to turn back now. But you didn’t want to either.

“C’mon,” he urged, as you rapidly ascended the steps onto the ship. He led you inside, and down a few corridors, before he opened a door to what looked to be his room.

It was grand, stylish. A double bed stood in the centre, a desk and ensuite to the left, and a wardrobe and bedside table to the right. You knew then that this was probably bigger and better than anything he’d ever had in his life. You wondered if he ever got lonely in the large space, or simply always felt like a king.

Your thoughts were removed almost violently out of your head as Luke kissed you abruptly, pushing against you and using your back to close the door behind you.

“I missed you,” he muttered against your lips, his arms twisting around you and hoisting you up, as if you were a bride.

You laughed then, giddy, and said it back to him.

He placed you on the bed softly, grinning and giving you time to shift about and be comfortable before he climbed over you, hovering above.

The romantic assault ensued soon after. He tasted and smelled the same, and even though you were in new surroundings, it was like coming home.

“Your boyfriend,” he panted, laying heated kisses like freckles down your neck, “does he kiss you like this?”

“No.” The answer was breathy but definite.

You could feel his smirk on your collarbone. “He doesn’t know, does he? About what you do out there. Try and talk to me, look at photos of us, cry. I’m your secret.”

And he was exhilarated to be your secret it seemed, because the kiss he gave you then was heart-stopping and sped up, like all the love scenes in thrillers.

And then the kissing stopped, because you both stupidly needed to breathe, and he lowered his head to your neck, his nose brushing the hollow of it as he regained oxygen.

You sat up yourself, and while he continued panting, reached for the hem of his shirt. He froze, his eyes meeting yours in shock. He nodded insistently.

It wasn’t the worn edge of his camp t-shirt you were used to, but the smooth fold of a new, better-fitting, more expensive one.

You pulled it off, slowly, your fingers scraping against his sides in ways that made him shiver. It finally travelled over his head, and you tossed it somewhere on the floor, before cupping his face in your hands.

“I’ll never get over you. I never have. Steve is just Steve and you’re you.” You whispered, lovestruck.

You were sure he would’ve answered back something just as personal and romantic, but your fingers had found their way to his scar, the ridged line he’d loathed and you’d come to adore. All the words seemed to have evaporated from his mouth. You traced the length of the scar softly, before kissing every centimetre of it. His eyes had fluttered closed, and he was still. It was one of the only times his face looked so delicate.

He sank down into the mountain of pillows, yanking your shirt off and tossing it, and you hovered over him, tracing and smoothing your hands over the tense planes and valleys of his chest and shoulders. He inhaled and exhaled sharply, and you knew how much your care and adoration of him and his body meant to him.

He was even more muscly than before, somehow, and you marvelled at the strength and might of your beloved boy, as you began leaving a burning line of kisses from the hollow of his neck to his navel.

He shuddered, making little noises at each touch of your lips to his chest.

Once your lips had finished that journey, up and back, you settled into his side, tucking your head under his chin and on his chest.

His heart was racing, and as was yours, and the close, intimate feeling of it all was enough to make you beam. He turned his head to face you. His eyes were earnest, shining with clarity and joy.

“You’re the only good thing in this world. I love you.”

And the world seemed to stop once your lips met again, because everything was perfect.

Your heart, mind and body, all in the right place, cradled in his arms.

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Thrills only last so long before they wear off.

The sunshine that streamed in through the porthole was like a warning from your father, a reminder that your actions were against everything you loved. Everything you believed in.

A reminder that while you loved Luke, you loved Camp Half-Blood more.

You left your heart there, tucked between his sheets, nestled in his warm embrace. The loss of it tore your chest, as you tiptoed through the corridors, gasping at the monsters you could now see and swearing at yourself as tears flooded your vision.

Maybe you should’ve woken him, you thought, given him one final kiss.

You never would’ve been able to leave.

You settled for leaving a note.

You will always have my heart.

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He was awake.

Of course he was. You’d always been restless, while you overthought and he’d woken as you tossed and turned softly.

And he knew.

Knew then that you were going to leave him.

It was all over.

He’d wanted to hold tight then, keep you as his, and never be parted from you.

But he couldn’t.

He knew he couldn’t even though he wanted to, even though he had promised himself he would never lose you again as you fell asleep entangled with him.

It was the hardest thing in his life, feigning sleep as you silently slipped away, as you brushed his cheek in goodbye.

You will always have my heart.

They would always love each other.

Always be torn apart.

He realised bitterly you’d each be moths, drawn to the heat of each other, but always scalded and sent back by the flames.

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boldlyvoid · 9 months

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Love Story

Spencer Reid x Fem Reader

Summary: About a week into knowing her, Spencer knew he wanted to marry her one day. So, for her birthday, at The Eras Tour, he kneels to the ground and pulls out a ring...

Warnings: allusions to sex, stupid couple fights, Spencer spoiling her, roadtrips, food and drink mention, talks of the future (future kids) proposals.

a/n: this fic is for my best friend in the whole worlds birthday. @reidsbookclub, i love you, i hope you have the best time at your concert tonight <3

Word Count: 6k

Set in the Sweet Nothing Universe

He’s been in Reno for 3 months and dating Y/N for 3 months now, too.

They practically live together now that it’s summer vacation for her. She took on some kids for tutoring, and she sees them a few hours a week whenever they have time. She mostly goes to their houses or meets them at the public library, which is right next door to his work. She brings him in a coffee or a snack whenever she’s in town, they have lunches together and she even stays a little longer in town so she can drive him home afterwards.

It’s been wonderful.

Everyone at work knows her, they call her Mrs. Reid as a joke and she thinks it's cute… Spencer, on the other hand, wishes she was his wife so, so bad. It’s way too early to ask her, even if he knows in his heart that she’s the one for him. So he’s waiting. He’s not sure how long he’ll wait. He doesn’t even know if she wants to get married one day. He still has some things to learn about her.

Her birthday is coming up, soon, he knows that much. He actually learned about her birthday when Penelope was first telling him all about her. August 4th, making her a Leo, the lion sign, even though she’s as gentle as a flower.

They haven’t planned anything for her birthday yet, it's still a couple of weeks away. He knows she’s told her kids that she’ll be busy from the 3rd to the 6th, taking 4 days just to herself, she wasn’t planning on doing anything. Spencer wants to treat her to something so bad. Be it a nice dinner, a gift she wants or a trip somewhere. So he takes those 4 days off too, he books it in advance with his boss, it’s approved and now he just has to plan something.

During one of his lunch breaks that she isn’t sitting in on, he takes out his phone and calls up Penelope. Having known Y/N longer, she’s the perfect person to discuss ideas with.

“Spencer my lovely! What are you doing calling me at 3pm on a weekday?” She answers full of cheer.

“Y/N’s birthday is coming up, I need your expert advice on what to get her,” he heads right into it, skipping all the niceties, he only cares about her.

“Taylor Swift tickets, duh!”

“I tried that months ago, they sold out way too fast,” he complains. “We missed the Vegas show 'cause I obviously didn’t know her in March, all she has left are the Seattle and California shows… but again, they’re all sold out and the resale tickets are insane.”

“Hey, six grand for 2 tickets with the love of your life is so worth it,” Penelope teases. “I might have a connection to the Inglewood show… maybe I can see if they have any last-minute tickets?”

“How do you have a ticket connection?”

“My brother's wife works for Ticketmaster, she said they save some tickets for important people until the last minute and if they’re not taken, they get released to the general public and you can get better deals if you call Ticketmaster instead of going online,” she explains. “I’ll give her a call, I’ll see what she can do.”

“Okay, call me back when you know more?”

“Will do, Spence-roo,” she says before hanging up, making him smile.

—

He goes home to Y/N’s apartment that night, they have a home-cooked meal together and they settle down on the couch to watch something on TV and just relax for the rest of the night.

She’s cuddled into Spencer’s side watching TikTok on her phone. She scrolled and scrolled and scrolled, barely watching anything for more than 30 seconds and then she stops on one. Spencer can hear the music and the cheering, it’s a tour video. He peeks over to it, watching as someone proposed to their girlfriend in the middle of Love Story.

She likes it, opens the comments and congratulated them. The next words out of his mouth are barely in his control. They just tumble out.

“Do you ever think about getting married?”

She smiles up at him, “To you? Absolutely.”

He pulls her in for a kiss. She locks her phone and tosses it to the side so she can climb into his lap and kiss him some more. His hands migrate to her hips, and she runs her fingers through his ever-growing hair. Making out with her on the couch, she lightly grinds against him, he hums into the kiss, breaking it to kiss her jaw along to her ear.

“I’d want to marry you too…”

She cups his face, staring him down, “Ask me whenever you’re ready.”

“It’s not too soon?”

She shakes her head, “No… I mean, people will probably think you knocked me up because of how fast we’ve moved but, it’s been 3 months. We know everything about each other, we sleep beside each other every single night, and I never want to break up with you. The next logical move would be to get married.”

He steals another kiss, “I think,” he kisses her again on her jaw again, making his way down her neck, “You’re right.”

She smiles, letting him go down to her boobs, “about people thinking you got me knocked up?”

He laughs against her, “I mean, we fuck so often—

“No, don’t even joke,” she pulls his attention back to her. “You can’t get me pregnant just randomly, I don’t have enough money to pay for my substitute. You’d have to knock me up so I can have the baby in the summer…”

He laughs, “You’re not serious, right?”

“I’m completely serious. I don’t get maternity leave, I have to have summer babies if I want to keep my job.”

“I have money,” he reminds her. “If we get married it becomes our money, you’d never have to worry about anything ever again.”

She settles slightly, her shoulders drop again and she stares at him so softly, “I’d still worry, you know me.”

He kisses her again, reaching up to brush her hair back, “I’m going to take care of you for the rest of your life… and if we ever had kids, you know I’d do the same for them.”

“Do you want kids, like genuinely?” She asks. “Cause I know you love Henry and you said that you thought about having them with Maeve but—

“I want you to have my babies… whenever you’re ready,” he tosses the phrase back to her.

That does it, she dives back in for another kiss, heating it up tenfold, he cradles her head and back, leaning down against the couch so he can hover over her. Working the button on her jeans open, he starts to tug on them when his phone rings. He wants to just let it ring, but it’s Penelope's ringtone. He hasn’t changed it, no matter how long he hasn’t worked with her, it’s still the same thing.

“Hold on,” he whispers, trying to pull away.

“Leave it,” she tugs him back in. She gets a few more kisses in and then he pulls back further.

“I can’t, I’m sorry, I have to take this,” he reaches out to grab his phone off the coffee table and walks out of the apartment to take the call.

“Hello?”

“Hey, sorry, I know it’s late,” Penelope answers. “But I have good news. We were able to pull some strings and I got you 2 floor tickets for the 4th.”

“No way?” He’s gobsmacked.

“Way!! I gave her your information, the tickets are in your name and they’re being mailed to you so you’ll have physical tickets. You can just pay me back.”

“What was the damage?”

“they were $1800 each…”

“That’s a lot better than the resale price,” he’s so glad. “Thank you, Penny, really, she’s going to love this.”

“Hey, she was my friend first, I’d do anything for her,” Penny teases. “Now go back to hanging out with her, I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“thank you, we love you,” he reminds her.

“I love you too!” And then she’s gone.

He heads back inside and she’s no longer on the couch. The tv is off, all the lights are out, and she’s retreated back to the bedroom. He knocks before he enters, “Hey… sorry about that.”

“It’s fine,” she says, clearly a bit upset. “I get it, works more important that me sometimes.”

“No, no it’s not… and that wasn’t work.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better? Cause it doesn’t.”

He timidly walks towards her, “Hey, hey, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have walked out on you like that. I know. But it was important… it’s for your birthday, that’s all I can say.”

She bites back a smile, looking him dead in the eyes. “Really?”

He nods, “You still have from the 3rd to the 6th off, right?”

She nods, “I do… why?”

“I’ll tell you more when the day gets closer, just, don’t plan anything, I want to make this special. This is our first birthday together, I want to celebrate you.”

“Okay, you’re forgiven,” she gives in, she rushes over to him and tosses her arms around his neck. “But next time it rings and you’re about to go down on me, it can wait.”

“It definitely can,” he agrees, picking her up, he tosses her onto the bed. “Let me make it up to you.”

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She watches the era’s tour live streams on TikTok every weekend, she favourites outfits that she’d want to wear and she tells Spencer all about the surprise songs that she’d want to hear live one day.

What she doesn’t know is that Spencer has memorized everything she’s said and he’s been using it to his advantage. He’s found her Pinterest board with eras tour dream outfits, and he’s made a playlist of her favourite songs so he’ll be able to sing along no matter what surprise songs happen. And he’s started to buy tour outfits for himself too.

He puts a lot of work into her tour outfit, too. It’s midnights themed, he got her a denim jacket with the back panel cut out and replaced with a starry lace pattern. He bought iron on paper and printed out her favourite lyrics to iron onto the arms and put stars on a pair of dark blue Converse. He’s even been making friendship bracelets while on his lunch break at work. He just hasn’t been able to decide on what to get her to wear under the jacket and with the shoes. Nothing seems to be perfect enough.

He’s walking home from work one night when he passes a window display full of sparkly dresses. He just doesn’t want to get her the wrong size. So he has the bright idea to take one of Y/N's dresses with him to the store to compare sizes. Trying to steal one of her dresses… that’s going to be difficult.

“I have a question for you,” he asks that night at dinner. “But you can’t ask any follow-up questions or anything, okay?”

“Alright..?”

“Can I have one of your dresses to compare to a dress I want to buy you for your birthday?”

She swoons, “Yeah… or you could take my measurements?”

“Either way, I just want to make sure it fits.”

And so that night she gives him one of her favourite dresses. She tells him the size she prefers in different fabrics and he makes a mental note of every single thing she says.

The next day, he brings the dress to work with him, people want to ask questions but they don’t. He makes it through the day, walks out of work with the dress and right into the store he saw yesterday.

The shop owner clocks him right away, noticing the dress, she thinks he’s making a return.

“Hi, how can I help you?”

“I’m surprising my girlfriend with Taylor Swift tickets for her birthday and I’m trying to plan her outfit, too, and the dress in the window is perfect! I brought in one of her other dresses, just to compare sizing so I get it right,” he explains.

“Oh my god, aren’t you the dream boyfriend?” She teases. “Can I see that?”

He places it on the counter for her, she takes a look at the tag and holds it up, “I think I have the window dress in this size… what era are you going for?”

“I made her a jacket in the Midnights aesthetic and her shoes are evermore,” he shares. “The dress in the window is kinda mirrorball-esque, I like it.”

“You know your shit,” she can’t believe it. “Do you have an outfit picked out?”

He shakes his head. “No, I can’t decide if I want to do fearless or lover…”

“You could do both, get a puffy Romeo shirt and some pink pants, that would be cute?”

“Yeah, yeah I like that idea… you know the Lover album cover, the heart she has around her eye? How would I do that?” He asks, he hasn’t had someone to talk to about any of this, so he’s taking a chance and asking everything.

She’s really helpful, she’s able to get him the dress in the right size, show him where he can get adhesive sparkles for the face, helps him plan his own outfit and even get some accessories too. He spends a fair bit of money in her store and he thanks her.

“I’m going to bring her back here after the tour, maybe she can get her engagement party dress here,” he suggests.

“Wait, are you going to ask her to marry you at the show?”

He nods, “During love story.”

“She’s one lucky girl,” the shop owner swoons again. She’s overjoyed for them. “If you bring her back here for that I’ll give you a discount, that’s the sweetest thing in the world. I really hope she says yes.”

“Me too.”

—

He stole a piece of her costume jewelry when she wasn’t looking, a ring she typically wears on her right ring finger and brings it with him to all the jewelry shops he goes to. Finding a ring that feels like Y/N is hard. He wants it to be perfect, he wants it to be big and pretty and something she’ll show off to everyone. He wants it to be a ring that will stay in style for the next 50 years, he wants it to last.

He’s looked at a million styles, every colour and cut imaginable… but nothing seems right. He knows the kind of rings she likes from her Pinterest, but even they don’t seem to fit what he imagines for them. This ring is supposed to symbolize their love and their relationship. It has to be perfect.

He finds the ring on Etsy of all places. It was his last chance to get a ring. There were only 2 weeks until her birthday and he had to make sure the ring was in his possession before they took their trip to LA.

The ring comes in two parts, one ring for the engagement and the other for the wedding. The wedding band perfectly encompasses the engagement ring, making the main ring look like it has little leaves coming out from around it.

He gets them in white gold, the main stone is a man-made, oval-shaped diamond and the stones around it are man-made opal, 4 on each side to be exact, shaped like little diamonds. The wedding band also has man-made stones, in green. Together, they look perfect. He has them expedited, he pays the artist top dollar to make sure they’re at his house by August 1st and he prays they make it.

—

She picks him up after work on July 31st and when they arrive at his house, there’s a package sitting on his front step. Part of him is furious that they just left it, they didn’t leave a drop-off notice and take it back to the UPS store for safekeeping, the rest of him is relieved that it made it. Y/N on the other hand, is nosey. She wants to know what he ordered. She’s curious as to why he didn’t want to open it in front of her, but she doesn’t bring it up again once he hides it in his room.

They’re in the middle of cooking dinner when she wraps her arms around him, stands on her tip-toes and rests her head on his shoulder to watch him stir around the pan. “Can I ask a question about my birthday?” She pries slightly.

“Depends on the question.”

“Do I have to pack a bag or anything?” She asks the first question.

“Yeah… I got us an Airbnb for the few days we’re taking off work,” he explains, not giving away too much.

“Okay, and what should I pack?”

“Underwear, pyjamas, comfy clothes,” he lists off a few things. “Makeup and whatever you want to do with your hair… I’m going to tell you what’s happening the day of, you’ll have a few hours to plan for each event.”

“Each event?” She picks that out.

He just nods, “You’ll find out more later.”

“Fine,” she sighs, resting her chest against his back now, she holds him tighter. “I’m going to go all out for your birthday too, you know.”

“I know… we’re kind of obsessed with each other,” he teases.

“I think it’s called love,” she reminds him.

“You’re right… I do love you a lot,” he says as he spins around in her grip and hugs her close, kissing her neck gently. “I love you so much.”

She hums happily, “I love you too, sneaky man. It’s killing me that I don’t know what’s happening but I trust you.”

“Good,” he pulls back and cups her cheek. “How would you feel leaving late on the 2nd instead of early on the 3rd?”

“We can do that, I know you prefer driving at night,” she knows him well. “We can pack after work and leave once we’re done.”

“I will be packed the day before,” he teases. “I’m not a last-minute man.”

“Oh, I know, you don’t do anything lightly, but I might need help packing,” she reminds him. “You can help me pick out accessories and shoes to match whatever you got me.”

“You think I didn't get you shoes and accessories? Have you seen me?” He teases, that’s one thing she loves about him. He’s always matching.

She just laughs, “Of course you did.”

—

Spencer walks from his apartment to hers with 2 suitcases, one for his own things and one just for their eras tour outfits. He has her second key fob, so he unlocks her car when he arrives and puts his things in the backseat and heads up to her apartment. He knocks once but ultimately lets himself in. “Babe?”

“Bedroom!” She calls back, letting him know where she is.

“Hey…”

“So I’ve played out a bunch of outfits, what ones will be good for what you have planned?”

“Anything is good, I have your outfit for the main event planned, the rests are dinners, brunches and us driving to and from California.”

“We’re going to California?” She can’t believe it… but then she clues in. “Oh my god, Spencer, why are we going to California?”

He shrugs, “I don’t know, you tell me?”

“I’m going to lose my mind if we’re doing what I think we’re doing,” she explains, rushing to his side, she places her hands on his shoulders, “I’m going to go nuts.”

“I have no idea what you’re referring to…”

She can’t believe him, she just hugs him and holds him there, “Oh, you’re so cute when you try to lie to me, I love you so much.”

“I love you,” he hugs her back, kissing the top of her head. “Now, hurry up and pack, we can check into the Airbnb after 10pm tonight, if we leave now we could be there by midnight?”

And so they pack her up, they check the apartment to make sure everything is off and all the widows are closed and they head out. She locks the door, he brings her suitcase down to the car and she lets him drive. He’s a lot more comfortable on the road at night, he takes them out of Reno, down Highway 695 towards Carson City. They see Bridgeport, Willow Springs, Mammoth and Crowley Lake, Big Pine, Independence, Long Pine and then they stop for gas and a snack. He drives from Long Pine to Ridgecrest and then they pass through Mojave around 11:30.

They’re in the home stretch now. She knows exactly what’s happening when they go through Santa Clara. She can see on their GPS that by taking the 405 south they’ll end up in Inglewood in just a few minutes.

He got them a cute little Airbnb just a stone's throw from the stadium, they’d be able to walk to and from if they wanted to. Once he parks outside of it, she turns to him with tears in her eyes. “How did you manage to do this?”

“Penelope,” he says with a smile. “She knows someone at Ticketmaster, they got me really good tickets for the 4th. I bought you an outfit, I made myself one, too… I know how badly you wanted to see her so I made it happen.”

“You really are the man of my dreams,” she swoons. “Thank you.”

“I’d do anything for you,” he reminds her. Meaning every word.

“I know… now let’s get all our shit inside so I can give you a proper thank you.”

—

They spend their first day there just looking around. They have brunch at a cute little spot she’s always wanted to try, they visit the National History Museum and Exposition Park. It’s a lovely day where they just get to hold hands and be together. They order dinner to their Airbnb and eat while watching TV and then they spend another night in bed together. It’s perfect.

When they wake up on the 4th, Spencer smothers her in kisses and wishes her a happy birthday… they don’t leave the bed for a while after that.

He orders her breakfast and while they’re waiting for it, he shows her the outfit he has picked out for her. The dress, her jacket, the shoes, a cute little clear purse for the stadium and a lot of sparkly makeup options for whatever she wants to do.

“Spencer, this is perfect?” She’s amazed by it all. “How did you know?”

“I found your Pinterest,” he shrugs. “and you always show me cute outfits on TikTok, I took a lot of inspiration from what I knew you’d like and your favourite songs to make this… and these,” he pulls out a ziplock bag full of bracelets. All handmade. All perfect.

She spreads all the bracelets out on their bed, and she reads each and every single one. He has sent titles, lyrics and abbreviations, even quotes from Taylor that he’s memorized from how many times she’s watched Miss Americana on her days off. “Spence, how am I going to part with these?”

He shrugs, “Don’t trade your favourites? Maybe leave any special ones here?”

“Yeah, I guess I could do that… I can’t believe you went through all the trouble of making these just for me, seriously, when did you have the time?”

“On my lunch breaks,” he laughs to himself. “I had no idea what I was doing and then Keesha, our undercover girl, showed me how to make them better.”

“Everything is perfect, Spence,” she stands and wraps her arms around him, holding him close. “This is going to be the best night of my life.”

She really had no idea.

“I was thinking we could maybe go get our nails done,” he says as she pulls away. “We don’t have to be at the stadium till 6, I think it would be nice to get some eras nails done? I might even get some colour?”

“Yeah, that sounds amazing!” She agrees, not thinking anything of it.

He really just wants her to think her nails are pretty when he slips the ring onto her finger later tonight.

He already made the appointment with a local nail salon for 1pm, giving them enough time to head back to their Airbnb and get ready for the show and maybe even get something to eat before they go. He’s such a planner. She loved every second of it, it made her less stressed to know that he already knew everything that was going on and he was confident about it too.

He gets his nails done as well. He’s always wanted to but never had the chance to. He gets just basic gel while she goes all out with a shorter acrylic shape, she gets sparkles and stars all in the 10 different album colours and she loves them. She keeps staring at them the whole walk home, she loves how they sparkle in the light and how pretty the shape makes her hand look.

The ring is going to look even better on her hand now.

They shower together back at their place, Spencer watches in awe as she does her hair and her makeup and it’s not until the end that he hands her the adhesive sparkles and asks her to help him put the lover heart around his eye.

“What did you plan for your outfit?” She asks while carefully sticking each sparkle to his face.

“I got some bright pink pants, like, highlighter pink, bright,” he smirks. “I also bought a puffy shirt like Romeo… I wanted to go for Lover Story.”

She laughs, “Oh you’re going to look good.”

“I also bought cowboy boots…”

“You didn’t,” she can’t believe it. “What colour?”

“Pink.”

“Oh my god, Spence… really?”

“well like you said Lover and Midnights go together like they were planned to be back to back and you’re my other half so I wanted us to match… and then I’m partly fearless which came after Evermore which is on your shoes, so, it all matches.”

“I love you,” she cups his face gently, “like it’s insane how much I love you.”

“It’s not insane. It’s the perfect amount,” he teases, pulling her in for a kiss.

—

She doesn’t know they have front-row seats until they’re at the stadium getting their tickets checked. The best part of her reaction at the gate is that she thinks this is the last surprise… she’s so overjoyed with the thought of being that close to Taylor Swift that she can’t even fathom him proposing tonight.

From all the Tiktok's that she’s watched since March, she knows that the best time to go to the merch stands isn’t before the concert. It’s during. So, on their way to their seats, they simply buy some overpriced drinks and trade a couple friendship bracelets before heading towards their seats. She looks around with her mouth agape, amazed at how big the place is and how much of the stage takes up the floor.

At their seats, she shakes her head and lets out an exasperated laugh, “I can’t believe you got these?”

“Only the best for my girl,” he teases, wrapping his arm around her, he brings her in and kisses the top of her head. “I love you, Happy birthday.”

“I love you,” she smiles up at him. “Thank you for this, really. I’m going to thank you a million times.”

“You don’t have to,” he waves it off. “I wanted to come too, you know, she’s a big reason we’re together in the first place.”

“If only we could tell her thank you,” she laughs.

“We should’ve made a sign,” he teases.

“We should’ve…” she agrees. “Maybe I can just put big text on my phone and hold it up to her?”

“That could work.”

So that’s what she does, sitting in her seat, waiting for the opener, she drafts a few things to say while the stadium starts to fill up.

It takes a while before someone behind them actually shows up. Spencer worried there for a moment that the seats behind him didn’t sell and thus part of his plan for tonight would be ruined… but then a couple girls, in their teens, show up just before HIAM comes out to play.

Spencer takes something from his pocket, pretends to reach between their seats to the floor and turns back to one of the girls. “Um, I think you dropped this,” Spencer says to the girls behind them, he hands them a note and a $5 bill. Y/N watches him hand it back to them and then turns right back to watching the openers play.

“Oh thanks,” the girl says with a smile. She opens the note and her eyes widen as she reads it.

‘Can you please record me and my future fiancé during love story? I have an important question to ask her and I want to remember it forever.’ And his number at the bottom.

She looks at Spencer with her eyes full of tears and nods, mouthing “I can do that.”

He gives her a thumbs up and turns back to watching the show. HAIM are a band he’s heard Y/N play before, he’s surprised how many words he knows just from being around her. They’re amazing and he knows that because they’re on the tour now, that means their song with Taylor has been added to the setlist. He really likes that one, even if it is about premeditated murder.

He knows the setlist like the back of his hand. It starts with Lover, the intro is a remix of all her eras names over top of the song Miss Americana and The Heartbreak Prince, the dancers wear these big sheets of fabric, peacocking around the stage and then they cover the middle of the main diamond stage. Once they lift the sheets back up, however, Taylor emerges onto the stage and the crowd goes wild.

He’s seen the show on Tiktok live so many times that he’s okay with missing it in person, instead, he watches her. He watches the way she stares at Taylor like she hung the stars and the moon herself. Like she’s some sort of god and everyone here is blessed to be in her presence. She cries, shaking her head in disbelief, she chants the words back to her and doesn’t even realize Spencer has been staring at her the whole time.

“Look how close she is,” Y/N bumps his shoulder and points. “She’s literally right there.”

“I know,” he smiles, so in love with her he couldn’t even pay attention to Taylor.

When Cruel Summer starts, she screams so loud, Spencer’s sure she’s going to lose her voice tomorrow. He finally starts paying attention to the show now. Singing along, he knows all the words. He actually really loves this song. And the man. He loves everything from Lover simply because he’s so deeply, deeply in love.

Post-lover, Taylor heads in for a costume change and thats when Spencer starts to feel anxious. He’s 2 songs away from his big moment. He checks his pockets, he still has the ring, in its box staying safe, it’s right there and ready to go. He almost blacks out for most of Fearless, he snaps back into it for You Belong With Me and the first note to Love Story gets his heart beat racing a million miles a minute.

He looks back at the girl behind him who has her phone out already she smiles at him, nodding like she’s ready to go and he takes a deep breath. Taylors walking down the catwalk, she’s going to be literally right in front of them when he gets down on one knee… he doesn’t think she’s seen a proposal this close and in person yet on this tour? Maybe she’ll notice them?

He sings along, genuinely loving the song and it steadies him a little. Y/N is singing too, jumping up and down and pointing at Taylor during all the best parts. She’s having the time of her life… she has no idea what’s coming.

The second chorus comes and he reaches into his pocket, he’s holding the box in his hand and his heart is in his throat.

“And I got tired of waiting… wondering if you were ever coming around, my faith in you was fading! When I met you on the outskirts of town!” Y/N sings along. “And I said Romeo save me I’ve been feeling so alone I keep waiting for you but you never come is this in my head I don’t know what to think, he kneels to the ground and pulled out a ring and—

She notices then that he’s dropped to one knee, following the song, he holds open the little black box and she screams. Everyone in their section is screaming. “Marry me, Juliet, you’ll never have to be alone I love you and that’s all I really know!” Spencer sings along to the song.

She’s frozen, can’t believe this is happening and real but she looks at the ring and then at him, her eyes full of tears. “Yes!!! Yes, I’ll marry you!!” She gets down to the ground with him and pulls him into a kiss, he smiles into it, happier than he’s ever been in his whole life.

When she pulls back he takes the ring from the box and slides it onto her ring finger. He helps her back to her feet and all she can do is stare at it. “Holy shit?”

“I love you!” He shouts, loud enough for everyone to hear. “I want to love you forever.”

She pulls him into another hug, not even noticing that Taylor did see it. She pointed at them, she got excited and there was footage of it from a million different angles that she’ll get to see later. She finishes the song, running back to make her mark and then she disappears once again to get ready for Evermore.

Y/N snuggles into his side, her left hand resting on his chest, she keeps pulling her hand back to look at it. There’s just enough quiet between eras that she asks, “Where did you get it? It’s beautiful.”

“Etsy,” he says with a smile. “It was on my doorstep the other day when you came over.”

“No way?” She laughs, “how long have you been planning this?”

“Since I asked you how you felt about getting married one day,” he admits.

She stands on her tiptoes and leans in for another kiss, “I Love you.”

“I love you,” he reminds her. “Forever and always… but I actually mean that.”

She laughs, “god, you really are the number 1 fearless stan, aren’t you?”

He’s about to reply when the girls behind him poke him in the back, “Hey!” They both turn around. “I texted you the video and my friend got the other angle of Taylor's reaction!”

“She saw it?!” Y/N freaks out.

They nod, freaking out with her, “Yeah!! She pointed at you guys and she was so happy!!”

“Holy shit!” Y/N shouts for the second time. “This is the best day of my fucking life, how does it keep getting better?”

“I don’t know man, but congrats!” The girl says. “You guys are so cute together.”

“Thank you,” they say at the same time.

She looks at him this time like he hung the stars. If you told him just 4 months ago that he’d find the love of his life and get engaged to her at a Taylor Swift concert of all places, he would’ve laughed… now he can’t imagine his life going any other way.

This is where he was always supposed to be.

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 2 months

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WIBTA if I asked a coworker who works in a different department to leave my partner's family alone. I work at the same place as my partner's cousin's ex fiancee. He is the definition of creepy. To get one reason why I think he's creepy let me tell you that my partner's cousin is either 22 or 23. He's 34 or 35. There is a 12 year age difference, and they got together when she was around 18. The family thought it was okay because, "She has been in worse relationships before." And he's autistic, so a few family members say that he's mentally her age anyways. Which is ablest, I know. But, they broke up before Thanksgiving Dinner due to him telling her to not talk to him for weeks. (But he can text her, she's not allowed to text him. It was very confusing.) And he thought he could show up to dinner unannounced after telling her to not talk to him back. She tossed him out to walk home alone. Before they broke up though, he had a habit of cheating on her with mainly coworkers. He told her that she wasn't enough for him. And blamed her for his cheating whenever she went out with friends or family. That's another reason why I think he's creepy. He's also creepy for explicitly talking about the sexual activities he has done with her around family. Piss, feet, only fans, threesomes, everything. Everyone knows what they did because he doesn't keep it to himself. I also think I'm letting my emotions get the best of me, because he also doesn't keep his mouth shut over how he finds my partner attractive. And making requests for my partner to dress up as sexy characters like Rogue the Bat from Sonic. My partner, who is 21. Younger than their cousin. The person he has known when they were a minor. He also at one point dragged me into their relationship drama by accusing her of using to me and my partner to stalk him at work. (To be honest though, she had a habit of stalking him at work to catch him cheating. To the point where a cop was called to stop her, she got dropped off at a mental health place because she spat at the cop. I sort of understand why he accused me of that. But it still pisses me off that he would drag me into this while barely knowing me at the time. All of that because I asked for my partner to come get me ibuprofen on my lunch, and he happened to cross paths with us at work.) Anyways, point aside. He keeps trying to talk to the cousin, and she keeps flip flopping between rationally knowing that she shouldn't and saying that she deserves him. Even though within a month of breaking up, he asked out 5 COWORKERS to dinner. He is actively treating her like a side piece. But it's obvious she's gonna try getting back with him the moment he can't get anyone to sleep with him. I don't want him in her life again and by proxy my partner's. My partner is scared of him, and I feel protective. Would I be the asshole to tell him to please make up his mind and stay out of the cousin's life. I feel like it would be unprofessional to bring up family drama into work. He has a higher position than I do, and is friends with my bosses. I could risk my first job. But I hate how scared he makes partner.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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Christmas Surprises | Tee Higgins

Blogmas Day One: Tee Higgins x Reader

Summary: Y/N was hoping to spend Christmas with Tee, but he was flying to his hometown and she would be staying in Ohio. Unless her family had other plans.

Warning(s): mentions of big family, written in "your" context, tee x you.

This is short and I apologize, I have been busy with finals this week and next. I will try to make the next ones longer!

The snow fell down in the city of Cincinatti, the Christmas Eve dinner around the Y/L/N's house made the house smell of turkey and Ham. Originally, you had planned to cook dinner at your house so you could invite Tee's mother (and other family) and your family. It was easier to have dinner with everyone at Christmas time than traveling to many different locations. You and Tee were going to let his family crash with you all and celebrate in Ohio instead of flying down to Tennessee.

Unfortunately, Y/N was in Cincinatti with her family and Tee had flown down to Tennessee to spend it with his mother. She had hoped that they would spend Christmas together and in their shared home, but she knew that it was unlikely to be able to see him before the 27th of December.

"Y/N!" Your aunt called as she walked up to where you were helping your family member cook. "Where's that handsome man of yours?"

You gave her a smile, but the question still made you yearn for your man more. "He's spending Christmas in Tennessee this year, it's where his family is."

"I'm sorry, dear. He still treat you well though?" She asked.

You nodded with a soft smile, "Yes, he's perfect." you promised before excusing yourself to cool off on the back porch. All the family members in the medium sized house, cooking, and talk of your boyfriend made you feel closed in. It was clear to you and anyone that knew you, how much you loved him. You had never loved anyone the way or as much as you have loved him.

After taking some time to cool off and clear your head, you went back in to help finish the cooking. The faster the food got done, the faster everyone ate, and the night would carry on. Hopefully you could get your mind off of your boyfriend for a few hours and not think about how much you miss him.

"I think we're ready to eat." Your mother spoke as she laid her Christmas plates and silverware out. She was a very proper person, always have certain table sets for certain occasions. Right as the kids started getting their plates the doorbell rang, "Oh, honey!" your mother spoke as you were helping your niece/nephew get a plate of food. "Can you answer the door, I invited some friends over as well." your mother explained as she took the kids plate from you.

"Sure." you smiled softly as you made your way through the crowd of family and towards the front door. You pulled the door open, doing a double take as you opened the door. Your eyes widened as you felt your jaw drop and tears come to your eyes. "Oh, My." You started at a loss for words.

"As much as I would love to let you gawk at me, it's cold." Tee mumbled as he gently walked you backwards so him and his mother could enter your family's house. "Merry Christmas baby." he mumbled as he wrapped his arms around you and gave you a squeeze.

"You're here." You spoke in disbelief that your boyfriend had somehow pulled off bringing him mom to Ohio and surprising you. Your arms wrapped around him so fast once your shock wore off. "This is the best gift ever." You whispered to yourself as you refused to let him go for a moment.

"Your momma invited me." Tee's mother spoke up as you turned to face her. You gave her a warm smile before greeting her and moving away from Tee to give her a quick hug. "I figured you'd want my son on this holiday." she finished with a smile before walking towards the kitchen to go meet your mother and the rest of your family.

Nothing could wipe the grin from your face as you stayed in front of your long-term boyfriend. "I cannot believe that you did this." You spoke in honesty. Usually, Tee sucked at surprising you. So that was the main reason you were shocked.

"It was all your momma." Tee shrugged as he slung an arm over your shoulder and led you to the kitchen where the food was waiting for you two.

Dinner was great, with everyone getting to know Tee's mother and getting to know your boyfriend better. He got to bond even more with your nieces and nephews, which they loved to have another person interested in what they liked. After eating, you helped your mother clean the kitchen and do the dishes. During this time, you made sure that she knew how thankful you were for her inviting Tee and his mother, also the fact that you hoped she understood how much it truly meant to you.

Your family loved Tee and you thought and hoped that his family loved you as well. Because you would do anything for that boy, even up and moving if something happened and he did not stay in Cincinatti. After helping the house get cleaned and calming the kids down, it was time for presents.

"I'm sorry that I left yours at our home." You told him full of remorse, you hated that Tee didn't have your gift for him to open right now. "I thought you were in Tennessee, and I didn't want to see it under the tree, so..." you trailed off so he would know how sorry you were and the reason why you did not bring the gift with you.

"It's fine." Tee shrugged it off before placing a kiss on your forehead and helping your mother hand out the presents that was under the tree. The kids had more than everyone else, but it was always how your mother had done Christmas. "Here babe." he got your attention and handed you two presents, which you sat down knowing that they were from your family.

Your mother ended up handing Tee's mother three presents just for her and three for Tee. It was common for your mom to buy everyone joining three gifts a piece and then give the kids at least five a piece. It was how your family had always done Christmas and it was a tradition that they wouldn't change unless they absolutely had too.

It didn't take the kids long to tear into their presents and start playing with whatever they had gotten. The rest of your family was exchanging thanks, your mother and Tee's conversing over who knows what, and just overall having a good night. It was just the way you thought it should be. Of course, some of Tee's family was missing but it was as perfect as it could be.

"What's this?" You questioned when Tee handed you a small wrapped box. You looked at him, not knowing if you should open it or not. Simply because you had forgotten his gift.

"Part of your gift." Tee shrugged as he kept a smile on his face. "Open it." he urged.

You hesitated for a moment before carefully opening the wrapping paper and then opening the box. The box contained an ornament that read, "Tee and Y/N, engaged 12-24-23" Your eyes widen a bit at the ring in a box ornament and looked up from the box to notice Tee on one knee in front of you. All the eyes of your family were on the two of you.

"Y/N, since I have known you, I have known that you were a special piece of me. You complete me and I hope that you will agree to marry me. I love you so much and there is no one else that I would rather have by my side. No matter where the coming minutes, days, months, years, and football seasons take me. I know that you'll be a constant in my life. Will you please do me the honor of marrying me and becoming Mrs. Higgins?"

"Yes, of course." You whispered as you started nodding your head because of the tears that spilled down your cheeks. Tee slipped the beautiful ring on your finger before standing up and pulling you into a hug. "I love you so much, I cannot wait to spend forever with you."

It was safe to say that this year's Christmas was full of surprises and you were ending the year the happiest you have ever been.

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THE FAVORITE GIRL

Summary: You, Negan's favorite ''wife'', have been captured after trying to escape. Now you have to face the consequences of your actions.

(Little disclaimer: English is not my native language, but I try my best, I promise x.)

It had been a week since Y/n had escaped; a too-long time for someone like her to survive alone in the woods. Although all her effort was useless in the end, since she was captured by a search party anyway.

She was Negan's favorite woman, after all. He wasn't going to let her go that easily. He knew very well that she would not get very far by herself. And he was right...

Two of his men drag her to Negan’s office, where he has been waiting for their reunion for a while.

‘‘Well, well, well... Look who's back!’’

He says, as he immediately sets down what he was doing and jumps up from his desk to greet her with a triumphant grin. When he's right in front of her, he motions for his men to leave, and so they do. Both are left alone.

He smirks, looking her up and down, and lets out a mocking whistle before speaking again.

‘‘Well, my dear, it's good to see you again, still in one piece. You look terrible, though. No offense.’’

He grabs her chin and tilts her head up. ‘‘Tell me, Y/n, where were you?’’

She glares at him, ‘‘away from you.’’

He grins and pulls her closer to whisper in her ear, ‘‘you know you can’t escape from me...’’

‘‘You’re an asshole...’’

Negan rubs his face against hers. She can feel his hot breath on her skin.

‘‘You should be grateful, y’know? I saved you from the life you were living,’’ he stares her down. ‘‘I’m the reason you had three meals a day. I’m the reason you slept in a warm bed. I’m the reason you’re breathing right now.’’

‘‘I don't want any of those things anymore. I don’t want anything from you.’’

He steps away a bit, surprised by her attitude. He remains serious for a few moments, analyzing the whole situation before his eyes.

‘‘You wanna be the dinner of one of those dead pricks, darling? Is that what you were looking for out there? ‘Cause, you know, all this little mischief of yours has been stupid as hell. You know that, right?’’

He stares at her as if she’s the stupidest person alive, and she stares at him back as if he's the worst.

‘‘I'd rather be one of those monsters' dinner than yours.’’

The playfulness disappears from his face; he looks at her with a dead stare this time.

‘‘You must be joking...’’ his cold, dead stare last another few seconds, then he laughs.

‘‘You’re just like every other woman in this world, aren’t you? You say one thing and do another. You agree to be with me, and then you just run away like a scared puppy.’’

He tries to get a more passionate reaction from her; he wants to provoke her to put an end to this new cold attitude of hers that is starting to make him mad.

‘‘Think what you like...’’ is her only response.

‘‘Oh, I know you’ll come back to me’’, he kisses her cheek, ‘‘...because you have no choice, right?’’

‘‘We’ll see.’’ She is willing to face the risks.

A look of disappointment slowly creeps across his face.

‘‘If you wish to be treated like the rest, fine. I’ll remove you from your pedestal and treat you like everyone else. No benefits. No special status. Nothing at all. Is that what you really want, Y/n?’’ He pauses a moment, while uncomfortable thoughts arise through his mind. ‘‘Just because of a little... misunderstanding?’’

She nods, impassively.

‘‘Very well, then’’. He nods and puts his hands on his hips staring at her sternly. ‘‘You are on bathrooms cleaning duty starting tomorrow.’’

He is willing to make her life as difficult as possible from now on as punishment for running away and, of course, to get her back to him.

‘‘...Fine.’’

‘‘And one more thing, Y/n. If you ever try to run away again...’’ he puts a finger under her chin, lifting her head to look at him. He leans in, close to being nose to nose, ‘‘you’re dead. Got it?’’

She nods.

‘‘Good girl.’’ He leans in and speaks in her ear: ‘‘You’ll come back to me, honey. You'll see, you'll see’’. His words come out in a husky whisper.

Negan kisses her cheek before letting her go.

#twd #the walking dead #twd imagines #twd x reader #negan smith #negan x reader #negan imagines #negan smith x reader #negan smith imagine #jeffrey dean morgan #negan one shot #negan smith one shot #twd one shot #twd fic #fanfic #negan fanfiction #negan fanfic #negan fic

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London Boy

James Potter x Reader

word count: 1319

warnings: none

Inspired by the song london boy by Taylor Swift

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You are an American witch. Which means you go to Ilvermorny, but in your third year your father was transferred to the ministry in England. In turn you had to transfer to hogwarts. You were fine with it besides the fact that you had to go with all the first years to be placed in your house. That's embarrassing.

You're standing with all the first years waiting for yourself to get called up. You could feel people looking at you strangely because you were very clearly not a first year student. Soon that would be cleared up as Dumbledore starts talking.

“Welcome students to another year at hogwarts. Before we get into the sorting for the first years we have a student transfer from america. She's in year three and I hope you all treat her with the utmost respect and kindness. Make her feel welcomed. Miss y/n y/l/n please step up.” with that you slowly walk up to the stool as everyone stares at you. You smile at McGonagall as she puts the hat on your head. After a few minutes of you talking to it it decides.

“GRYFFINDOR” the whole table erupts in cheers and you can't help but smile. Walking over to the table you sit in the closest open spot which happened to be by 4 guys.

“Say something” a guy with circle glasses says.

“Huh?” you look at him very confused.

“You're not British, say something” he says nodding at you.

“James shut up and leave the girl be” he turns to you “im remus welcome to hogwarts.” he holds his hand out.

“Thank you and well you heard my name y/n” you say shaking it and smiling.

“Holy shit your accent is hot!” the one with the glasses says again. You turn to him bright red and shocked.

“Uh, I don't know what to say to that.” you tilt your head in question.

“Don't mind him love he's an idiot i'm sirius black” he also holds his hand out. You blush again but this time because he called you love. You shake his hand but as you're about to pull away he pulls it closer and kisses it. Your eyes widen and you chuckle.

“Is it normal to kiss hands in britain?” you say running it through your hair.

“No it's not he's just trying to flirt with you” the little one on the end says. “I'm peter it's nice to meet you” he doesn't hold out his hand he just keeps eating his food. You chuckle at that.

“Okay you guys seem kind of okay though i think i like peter and remus the best” you laugh at the look on sirius and the other guys faces.

“What, how do you like them more?” the nameless guy says.

“Well I still don't know your name and right off the bat you called my accent hot. I'm sorry that's just a little strange and Sirius just seems like a playboy” it looked like Sirius was about to protest but then quieted down and nodded. The whole time Remus and Peter are just laughing.

“Ok ok sorry my name is james potter welcome to hogwarts” he said holding out his hand you take it and smile. “Though i wasn't lying your accent is very hot” you shake your head laughing.

“Thanks yours isn't too bad either, London boy” everyone chuckles at james’ red face. After eating dinner the boys show you back to your dorm thanking them you head up and get ready for bed greeting your new roommates.

The next morning you head to breakfast excited for your first day in the new school also with hopefully some new friends. You sit down near the end of the table and start grabbing some food to eat when you hear laughing. You turned to see all the boys laughing together except for james. When they saw you their smiles widened and they headed over to you.

“Hey y/n how are you?” Remus asked, sitting next to you.

“I'm good, how are you all?” smiling at him and the rest of them they all said good but james.

“I'm good now that you're here” he smirked.

“Okay London boy calm down” you laugh everyone joining in.

The next week passed by like this. You get used to a new school, getting closer to the boys and James constantly flirting with you. You never took james’ flirting to heart, you just guessed it was his personality until one day you're in the library trying to do some work when a red headed girl comes up to you.

“Hey your y/n right?” you look up at her and nod.

“Yeah I am and you are?” you hold out your hand.

“Im lily and i just wanted to talk to you about james” she shook your hand then sat across from you.

“What about him?” you close your book giving her your full attention.

“Before you came here he was really into me like he would ask me out everyday and i would always say no. but since you came here he hasn't asked me out once. I guess what i'm trying to say is james is really into you and if you like him you should put him out of his misery” she chuckles a little and you join in.

“I guess i never really thought he was into me i thought flirting was just his personality” you run a hand through your hair smiling fondly.

“You should ask him out” she smiles at you then you hear a voice.

“Ask out who?” It was James. He sits next to you guys.

“She thinks I should ask you out, London boy, what do you think?” you smirk at his red face.

“I think she's right you should” his face turning even more red and lily leaves.

“Okay wanna go out london boy?” you tilt your head with a smile.

“Very much yes” he nods aggressively, you both laughing. You start packing up your stuff.

“Meet me in the common room after hours” you walk away after kissing his cheek. You were excited.

Sitting on the couch in the common room waiting for James you're just watching the fire. When you hear walking you look up and see James coming towards you in a sweatshirt, jeans and red converse and you chuckle.

“James dear you do have american style” you laugh at him he just looks confused

“How?” He looks down at himself.

“The chuck taylors” you nod at his shoes. “Everyone in america has at least one pair” you point at your own

“Oh that's so cool” he looks at yours and his “wait how many do you have?” he questions you.

“You don't wanna know” you laugh at his worried face. “Oh i thought we could go to the astronomy tower and star gaze” you smile shyly and he nods

“Yeah sounds fun lets go” you and James head up to the tower and just lay together in silence.

“I'm glad we're doing this, it's fun, your good company” you blush.

“As are you i just have one question” he looks at you and you nod telling him to ask. “Why do you always call me London boy?” This makes you laugh.

“Because of a song called London Boy, it's about loving London boys. I guess I didn't know I'd just liked you from the start and it reminded me of the song” you shyly look away from him embarrassed.

“Aww you're so cute” he teases, pulling you closer to him. You go to push him away laughing and facing him when you look up and see how close he is to you and you blush. Slowly he leans down and kisses you. A kiss that caused a spark to light inside of you. “Don't worry love i fancy you”

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vanzuris · 3 months

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i don't know if this may be a kinda weird idea but i thought about it last night and it's been eating me alive, follow me on this one:

kyman as cats au. yes.

(sorry if it’s poorly written, english isn’t my first language)

so, kyle is a slim orange cat who's been living with the marshes since two weeks after he was born. they found him on the side of the road during a family trip, dirty and tiny and loud, and randy was outnumbered; he had zero chances of convincing stan, shelly and sharon to not keep the goddamn cat. and as time passed he successfully gained everyone's heart. they loved him. even sparky (rest in peace) and specially stan who considers him his super best friend because kyle is a very chill and nice cat.

and it has been just him in his territory for a while.

so it's just natural that he can't help but stare in confusion when shelly comes back home with a fluffy, fat brown cat with big brown eyes and a red collar, alleging that she saw him around all by his own for a few days now and decided to take the poor thing to their home. stan, who just loves animals in general, finds him adorable and reaches out to pet him. that motherfucker immediately starts to purr, just to bite stan’s hand seconds later and then act like it was all in good fun. and he doesn’t quite know what is it, but there's something about him that kyle just... doesn't like.

whatever, it doesn’t matter because then it happens. while eric (as printed on his collar) rubs on stan’s legs, he notices kyle for the first time. he immediately starts to approach him, ears and tail up communicating his curiosity. the family just stands there, wanting to see how this will turn out. first they smell each other, and then proceed to make a kind of staring contest before eric raises his paw and hits kyle on the face.

“oooh, i would fight back if i were you, buddy” says randy.

but they still let eric stay after posting pictures of him on social media in case there’s someone out there looking for him. the week goes by with loud meowing from both cats, and it’s a bit annoying but funny, because it’s like they’re arguing in their own little language all the time. kyle tries his best to avoid him: staying in stan’s room for more time than he’s used to, resting on the tallest step of the cat tower, going out of the house to hang out more often with the neighbor’s cat, but he still gets involved in these “arguments” that sometimes even become physical and end up with shelly and stan having to separate them.

and it certainly doesn’t help that eric spends 50% of his time sleeping in shelly’s bed (his favorite human of the four, because she’s always petting him, treating him like he deserves (yeah, like a king) and even bought a nice plate to feed him) and the other 50% trying to start fights with kyle. seriously, what’s wrong with him?

okay. they hate each other, right? kyle must be angry because this cat came out of nowhere and invaded his territory and even dared to try to start fights with him. that’s what it looks like to the whole family.

so it’s just natural that stan has to rub his eyes five times to confirm he’s not insane and seeing things when one night he goes to the kitchen to get a glass of water and catches both cats curled up together, incredibly close, on the couch.

“i think kyle is gay”, stan shares his thoughts with the rest of the family three days later during dinner, after constantly catching the two cats getting along and being… clingy? when apparently they thought no one else could see them.

“sparky was gay, what’s the possibility of our cat being gay too?”

stan doesn’t know, but he’s sure he’s right. of course he had to be a fucking orange cat. no one believes him, though, because the cats continue to be gay in secret.

and it’s all fine until one day a blond guy in an orange parka shows up to their house, claiming that eric is his cat that ran away two months ago.

shelly and stan look at each other, knowing damn well that they both started to love that rude cat and don’t want to give him back. but it doesn’t matter, they eventually would have to.

eric greets kenny with a loud purr and even louder meows, happy to see him again. shelly asks kenny to please take his plate and newly bought toys with him so eric can remember her, and then they leave.

the whole week after that is a torture between shelly talking about how much he misses eric and kyle meowing at the door, waiting for the brown cat to come back.

and on a tuesday, stan wakes up to find the two cats curled up on the couch again. oh my god.

he calls kenny, who comes to pick eric up and stan explains how their cats are… lovers? apparently. kenny laughs, but believes in his word and promises to take eric to visit his cat-boyfriend sometimes.

it’s not necessary, though, because eric keeps coming back on his own, but eventually learns the way back home with kenny so that’s not a problem anymore.

the only option the marshes have now is to accept their cat’s sexuality and eric’s presence too, whenever he shows up.

whether they like it or not, he’s part of the family now.

#can you tell that i’m going insane #kyman #eric cartman #kyle broflovski #south park kyman #shelly is on sabbatical in case you were wondering #aaahqjejidbwjenwkdnsn #i love them #i kinda wrote this on a rush #wouldn't it be funny if kenny and stan bonded over their gay cats

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weixuldo · 11 months

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Enigma// ch 13

anakin x reader

a/n: sorry for the wait!!! i started a summer job and i’ve been hellllllaaaa busy lol- dw tho, im still writing!!

You have a relaxing dinner with Ahsoka until the end of the year approaches

warnings: cursing, cannon disabled character, insecurity, mention of periods, possible pregnancy mention,

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More time passed and you prepped for finals; luckily this year you were able to exempt most of your sit in exams and instead only had one big project and a 20 page thesis due.

You had been feeling nauseous for the past few days but the 20 page paper’s deadline was looming over you, so it was probably the stress from that. You also hadn’t had much time to eat, so you could also just be hungry.

You ignored the feeling and went back to typing.

The paper was almost done, only two more pages then you were free for the weekend.. Just two more.

Ring Ring

Ahsoka was calling, you finished the sentence you were on before picking up the phone.

“Hey”

Hey hey! Are you busy tonight?

“I should be free after one more page of this thing”

Damn! Congrats! You've been at that shit since mid terms! I think that deserves celebration!

You laughed, hopefully she wasn’t proposing a party because you weren't quite feeling up to that.

“What do you have in mind?”

I dunno… wanna just grab take out and eat it by the koi pond? I kinda just want a chill night before I have to start practice for nationals.

“That sounds wonderful”

Cool! I'll see you at 6:30?

“Sounds good to me!”

Oki bye bye!

The end of the line clicked as she hung up and a small smile settled onto your face; even though you hadn’t known Ahsoka that long, the two of you just clicked and were almost always on the same wavelength.

Some of you wanted to tell her about Anakin, but you just felt like at this point it would add drama to the already stressful end of the year.

You were seen as the baby of the friend group, so you wouldn’t know how they would feel if you and Anakin officially confirmed the relationship…Also Ahsoka could be a little dramatic at times and you were afraid she would become too involved and make jokes or treat you and Ani differently.

And you had known Anakin long enough to know that those small changes would piss him off and he might accidentally take it out on the relationship.

You got back to your computer when you got a really bad cramp in your abdomen.

Oh fuck, you hadn’t gotten your period on its normal week so apparently its deciding to come now…great, something else to add to your delightful week.

You finally finished your paper and let out a long groan as you stretched your back. You grabbed your keys and headed down to meet Ahsoka outside the dorms. Once the two of you met up and got your food, you walked to the koi pond on the northern side of campus.

The sun was setting and the sky was a mixture of beautiful oranges and pinks; you took a seat on the iron bench that overlooked the gardens surrounding the koi pond.

“This is so nice, I needed to chill,” Ahsoka said, breaking apart the cheap wooden chopsticks that came with her bento box.

“Yea, I feel ya” you said opening the box of lo mein you ordered.

“Ya know, I cant believe i’m gonna be graduating in just a few weeks… Like what the actual fuck, I swear I was just a freshman like two weeks ago” Ahsoka baffled as she watched the fish swim laps around the pond.

“Oh yea, I wanted to get a brunch with all of us next sunday before I have to go to nationals, would you be able to come?” she added.

“Yes! I’d love to” you responded, before remembering that would be one of the last times you would see her before her graduation.

“I’m going to miss you so much Ahsoka” you said sadly, “Will you keep in touch?”

“Does a fish need water? Of course y/n!” she smiled; “you’re my best girl friend; sure sky guy and Ben are nice, but they're not another girl. And I like Satine alot, but she's older and in a totally different place in life than us, ya know?”

“Yea, I’m glad we met too” you smiled.

You conversed over random topics and future plans-

“Do you think you’ll party a lot next year?” she asked you

“Hmm, I don’t think so”

“Why not? Don’t you wanna find a partner or atleast a hook-up?” She asked, biting down on her last California roll.

“I’m actually pretty content, I think most of my party phase was exhausted freshman and sophomore year”

“Yea, I get it, I really only kept going out cause the team likes to go to the big parties. Kinda changing topics though, are you interested in anyone this year?”

You froze for a split second before bringing the noodles to your mouth, “Not really, I mean I’ve been seeing this guy off campus, but I wanna keep it on the dl and so does he” you responded (you didn’t have the heart to completely lie to her).

“Ooo, is he cute? How old is he? What's his name? Does he have socials? I gotta make sure he’s good enough for my girl”

“Hah, that's a lot. Umm, I think he's cute, he doesn’t use social media much, and he’s just a bit older” (yeah right, more like twice your age).

“Ok….what's his name?” she asked again, a devious grin on her face.

You smiled and looked away, “Ahsoka, I love you, but I can't tell you, I promised him we’d keep it under wraps… He’s a very private person”

“Do I know him?” she definitely was gonna guess it if she kept at the questions.

You took all the power you could to construct a final lie, “no, I met him on a dating app”.

“Oh, never mind I guess, I’m happy for you!”

Phew.

You were not practiced in lying.

“Thanks, I really like him… I think I may be in love…I’ve never felt this way before” you smiled.

“That’s amazing, y/n. Will I meet him some day?”

“Of course”

The rest of dinner was pleasant, until your stomach started hurting again.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I think I'm just gonna get my period soon” you said.

“Wait, shouldn’t you have gotten it like two weeks ago?”

Huh?

“Yea, remember, we’re kind of synced, You’ve been starting yours half way through my cycle since like September”

“Oh, I think it's just late from the stress”

“Hopefully so” she laughed, “Wouldn’t want that mystery man to have knocked you up”.

She was joking, but something in you became worried… it had been a long time since your last period… and you and Anakin had been pretty busy…but wait

Anakin couldn’t have kids.

The doctors said so.

But what if…

You shook the thoughts from your head and asked Ahsoka if she would come with you to the drug store to pick up some tums for the stomach ache.

She went off to go look at the shampoo because she needed some more and you sneaked off to grab a pregnancy test.

While you were in line you decided to update your boyfriend on the night’s conversation

“Hey babe, just fyi Ahsoka was asking about who i was seeing so i lied and said a guy from tinder, just wanted to lyk”

In no time your phone buzzed

Alright, thanks for covering, have a good night princess.

“Goodnight my love”

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The week went by and you only had the project to finish. Most of your academic stress was subsided, but your personal stress grew by the day.

You hadn't opened the pregnancy test you got last week… you couldn’t bring yourself to.

Maybe it was because you hadn't had time…

oh who were you kidding?

You were scared.

But if you were pregnant, you should probably find out soon. Right?

Right.

You went into the bathroom and locked the door.

This was it.

The moment of truth.

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a/n: so this ch was more of a filler to get to the next few chapters…. the plot is thickening and i hope your interest stays!! ty again for reading :)

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baurbiediv · 1 year

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beetlejuice

bolded italics = song lyrics

italics = flashbacks

bittersweet, beetlejuice

bitter me, how sweet of you to

ask if i’d be your muse

and go and paint me blue

labels were something you’d never been interested in while on relationships.

you thought they were pointless, if you were truly in love with someone, why slap a label on them?

when jack had first had his sights on you, it wasn’t a physical interaction, more so he just so ‘magically’ was scrolling through instagram and your account just so happened to appear on his explore page.

from then on you’d exchange messages and even escalated to exchanging each others number. any normal person would’ve thought that this was some sick joke at first, but something inside of you told yourself to give him a chance.

the more you talked to jack, the more head over heels you became. between the ‘good morning’ texts and late night facetime calls, you couldn’t have possibly asked for anything more from a guy, especially someone who was frequently seen in the limelight from time to time.

of course, he wanted to keep you on the low as he didn’t want anyone anyone to invade your personal privacy or your own personal life.

you gladly respected him for that, he treated you like you deserved to be treated.

the first time he came to visit, he voluntarily flew to your hometown of atlanta and stayed with you in your apartment for two weeks, and not to over exaggerate, you considered those two weeks to be the best of your life.

it was bittersweet when he had to go back to louisville, but nonetheless you enjoyed his company while he was there.

from the small walks in the nearby parks to the dinner nights to the nights you both stayed in and ordered take out and had a small game night with just the two of you, you felt as though your life was going perfect.

nobody had ever made you feel the way that jack has, you wonder from time to time if someone had put some kind of love spell on you that you were never aware of.

neither of you or jack had paid any attention to the tv while it played a some corny rom com as it has been long forgotten while the two of you had been lost in conversation.

“do you think your life would be any different if you found someone other than me?” you asked jack while you twirled his hoodie string around your finger.

he responded without any hesitation, “i do think that quite literally everything would be different. i mean my attitude would be different, don’t get me wrong i ain’t no grouch or anything but you bring the best out of me y/n, and i mean that.”

you rolled your eyes and smiled.

“don’t get all mushy on me mr. harlow.” jack chuckled at the statement, “i’m serious though y/n, any time i see your face it just makes my day 10x better. i mean it when i say this, i love you.”

suddenly the world came to a halt and you felt stuck. hearing those words fall from his lips made your heart skip a beat. “i love you too, jack.” you smiled as jack kissed your forehead.

now here you are present day, still just as in love with jack as you were when you shared that endearing moment on the couch with jack.

you could’ve sworn in that exact moment that you would’ve married him in that moment. you were so in love with him, and he was so in love with you.

there were times where you thought that living without jack had to be the most difficult thing of your relationship.

although he had priorities, you were his priority as well.

of course you wanted to go with jack anywhere he went but it was pricey, albeit he promised to take care of you himself but you didn’t want him spending all that kind of money on you, which you reassured him was okay.

the daily facetime calls weren’t cutting it anymore and you started missing him more and more. you’d been laying around in your apartment all day when you got the urge to call jack, but much to your avail, he never picked up. so you called him a few more times, but he still never picked up, and so ultimately you left him a few messages just to make sure he was alright.

to: jack 🫶🏽💘

hi baby

just checking in, i love you so much 💘💘

call me when you can

the next few days flew by, and still nothing from jack.

this was starting to send you into a frenzy, not hearing anything from him was starting to make you worth and even make you feel sick.

you felt a little crazy for the way you’d been feeling.

to try and take your mind off of things, you took to instagram to see what new recipes you could find and what new styling choices you could make.

but when you swiped over to your homepage, you saw jack posted up with some girl on his lap with his arms around her along with the caption, “Glad to be in the city with her. ♥️”

but the last time i seen your face, was in atlanta

and i knew that she had took my place, because you vanished

we grew distant like you left me on an isolated planet

i’d rather die than be abandoned by you

'cause you know I didn't love you for the money

only your sugar and my honey 'cause it was so sweet

admit you never even loved me

your head was spinning and your chest started feeling heavy. the only thing that you were even remotely able to do was lay down and cry. why would he do this to you? there would only be a short amount of time before people found out the truth about jack.

and you.

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#jack harlow x reader #jack harlow #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow concepts #bf!jack #jackharlow #jackman thomas harlow #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow angst

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ieatsmallorphansnamedtom · 1 year

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Harvey Proposal Headcanons

Wow I'm still here. Huh. Think of this as like, me being dead, but not dead. As in I haven't touched this blog in months, and it's started to decompose but then some necromancer came along and reanimated it. Idk. Anyways here are some headcanons to prove I'm still here.

^ Old author's note. This has been sitting in my drafts for too long and I need to get it out. Requests are still closed for now, but I'm trying to clean things up in here.

TW: food implied (restaurant)

Harvey was very nervous to propose. He had spent months planning it out. But no matter how well he prepared, it seemed there was nothing to calm his nerves.

He had decided to take you to a restaurant. It was your favourite place. You guys had been there a few times before, but not much recently as he didn't want to bore you of the place. He had put in a reservation for the best seat a few weeks beforehand. He had considered paying extra so there would be nobody near you two, but decided it would hopefully make you two more comfortable if he didn't do that. He also wanted to keep the surprise unknown until the moment came.

The majority of the evening was peaceful. Of course, this is Harvey's luck, so there were a few disputes from other tables, but you guys were just fine. The two of you talked about anything and everything together. Though, there were moments of awkward silence as Harvey debated if he should ask you yet.

Eventually, though, he decided to go for it. You two had just finished dinner, and were wrapping up to get ready for dessert. The waiter had walked over to the two of you, asking if you wanted to order anything else. Harvey politely shooed them away before looking to you.

"Y/N, I, um, I have something to ask you," he mumbled. You looked at him intrigued as he spoke. "We have been together for a while and I love it, I really do. You're my everything; my sun, my stars, my moon, and I was wondering if you would like to, um, be more official."

"Harvey, what are you saying?" you asked.

He gulped, "Y/N, would- would you marry me?"

You were... Shocked. I mean, you probably should have expected it with how nervous he was acting. And when you went to go to the bathroom you did see him fiddling nervously with something in his pocket. But it still managed to fly past you. How could this be?

The answer was obvious, though.

"Yes, Harvey, I would love to," you replied. Harvey let out a relieved sigh and leaned back in his chair, only to realise the gravity of the situation. Anxious, but excited, you two leaned in for a kiss.

The waiter walked back over, asking if you'd like to order dessert. The two of you said yes (resisting the urge to do a 'one of everything!'), and soon you were digging into your favourite treat foods without a care, looking up at each other ever so often and giggling.

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Aboboubobobuip FINALLY. It's done! This has been causing me stress to say the least. It's not a request, but hopefully I'll get to those too. Thank you to everyone who stuck around (if anyone did)! As I said, requests are still closed, but I'm working on the ones already there!

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worksby-d · 2 years

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Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x fem!Reader

Warnings: None 🥰

Word count: ~1,100

a/n: Happy Halloween 🎃 *places a soft!ransom in all of your treat buckets*

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He barely notices you standing in the doorway of his office at first, keeping quiet for a second in case he's busy.

Letting out a small laugh, he looks up from his screen to give you his full attention, letting you know he noticed. “Hi, pretty girl.”

“Hi,” you smile. “Are you busy?”

“Never too busy for you.” He pretends to give you a scolding look. He's told you that so many times before. “Are you done putting up those decorations you wanted?”

Unpacking your stuff, you came across your Halloween decorations from when you lived alone. You begged Ransom to let you decorate his–your–house. He reluctantly told you yes, knowing he had no good reason to not let you. He just didn't want any part in it.

“Yup,” you answer proudly. You know you've gotten him to crack when he brings a hand up to his face to hide his smile. “I think you're gonna like it.”

He scoffs. “I'm sure.”

“I think I'm missing a few things though.” He looks confused. “Yeah, some pumpkins would tie it together, I think. Maybe… We could go to a pumpkin patch and get some this weekend.”

You unconsciously hold your breath after introducing the idea knowing he could draw the line at going to a pumpkin patch. He already did a lot by allowing you to decorate.

“Why would we go there when we can just go to the store?”

“Well, I don't know.” You shrug, slouching yourself against the doorframe. “That would be the best place to go, I figured.”

“Those places are for kids. We don't have kids.”

“No, yeah.” You’re trying not to show how let down you are, but he can tell a little by how quiet you get. “I just thought it would be kinda fun.”

Watching your eyes focus on anything in the room but him, he tries to backtrack. “I mean, we can if you want.”

“No, you don't want to though,” you shake your head, putting on as much of a smile as you can muster. “It's okay.”

You wish he would push it a little more and insist one last time that you go together, but he doesn't. So you give him one last smile and silently leave him to his work.

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A few days go by and you've been quiet since that evening.

Coming up behind you while you cook dinner, Ransom slips his arms around you, pressing a soft kiss on your shoulder.

“What's got you moping around the last few days?” He laughs a little, but his voice is laced with genuine concern.

When he hears you sniffle, he steps back and gently turns you toward him.

Locking eyes with him, you can't keep it in anymore. You break down, falling into his arms.

Whatever it is, he didn't expect you to start crying over it. He doesn't ask again though, just holds you and rubs your back until you're ready to talk.

When your tears subside, you let out a deep breath. “I miss my family.”

“Oh…” He can't help his sudden reaction. Not being able to relate, he never would have guessed that's what was affecting you this much. “I know you do. I'm sorry.”

You have to let out a few residual sobs before you can talk to him again.

“The other day when I asked you if we could go to a pumpkin patch–” You hiccup, trying to put together an explanation. “I've gone with them every year since I can remember, but I have no one to go with now that I moved away from everyone.”

“Oh, God…” It all makes sense now, and he feels like a jackass for not getting it sooner. “I'm sorry– We can go. I'll take you.”

“No.” You're quick to assure him he doesn't need to, finally lifting your head off his chest to wipe away your lingering tears. “It’s okay. I don't wanna go just because you feel sorry for me. I'm over it, it's fine. I promise.”

He stays silent, holding you in one arm still as he lifts a hand to your face to help wipe away some smudged makeup. Not wanting to push you, he lets it all go for now.

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Saturday rolls around quickly after the emotional week you had. Your plans don't involve much more than your bed and the heated blanket on top of you.

That's why you groan, immediately waking up when you feel your blanket being pulled off of you.

Feeling for it to pull it back up, your hand meets Ransom’s instead. “What are you doing?”

“We’re going to the pumpkin patch,” he whispers, leaning to give you a quick kiss on your forehead. “Gotta get up.”

“No– Ransom.” You yawn and turn over to press your face into your pillow. “I told you we don't have to.”

“But we're going to.” He wonders if you've already fallen back asleep when you don't respond. His hand rests on your back, rubbing softly to keep you awake. “Please, I really wanna go with you.”

Peeking an eye open, you look up at him, searching his face for any sign he's fucking with you.

“Really?”

“Of course,” he promises. “Come on.”

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Once you get there, you have to suppress a laugh as you watch him look around. A subtle look of disgust occupies his face while he takes in the sight and sounds of children running around and screaming.

“So… what do we do here without kids?”

“Everything they're doing,” you shrug, taking his hand to pull him toward the corn maze you saw in the distance. “Follow me.”

After you've dragged him along to every activity, made him buy you apple cider, and forced him to help you pick out a few pumpkins, he gladly agrees to a hayride, seeing it as an excuse to finally sit, if nothing else.

Tired after all afternoon too, you rest your head on his shoulder. “Thank you for bringing me here.”

“Of course,” he murmurs, turning to leave a kiss on the top of your head. “I'm sorry for not realizing how important this is to you.”

“It’s okay. You had no way of knowing.” Closing your eyes, you let the sound of the gravel crunching underneath the tractor’s wheels and the weight of the pumpkin in your lap nearly lull you to sleep right there. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

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dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night · 7 months

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Eden Vampire AU part five

TW: loneliness, anxiety, captivity, unwanted affection, ruined hope, referenced blood drinking, referenced forced intoxication, implied sleep deprivation, vampire whumpers, human whumpees, multiple whumpers, multiple whumpees

When Michael and Demyan abandoned their drinking game and returned downstairs, Ezra and Liam carried Leo back to their bed. They were passed out, either from blood loss or from the booze, and the best treatment was rest.

Ezra tucked their red hair behind their ear, glad to see that they were still breathing.

It was a quiet night after that, with neither Liam nor Ezra knowing quite what to say. Jun and Flora were nowhere to be found, and Liam was unwilling to leave Ezra on his lonesome for more than a few minutes.

They ate dinner in the early hours of morning, before the sun had set. It was a nice meal of rice, apricots, and warm apple cider. Exactly the kind of thing Ezra would have prepared for himself at home, but Liam proved himself a far better cook.

Christopher returned in the middle of their meal, around the time of night he had promised to return home from whatever business he was on. He sat down beside Ezra, ignoring the look of horror on Liam's face.

"How has night treated you?" he asked. "Kindly, I hope."

"Pretty good," Ezra lied. "Not much has been going on. Liam is nice though."

"I'm very pleased to hear that."

Liam sighed softly in relief. He held a fork in one hand, clearly wanting to continue eating, but unable to get over his anxiety to do so.

"Your brothers are awful though," Ezra continued, flinching as Liam dropped his fork in shock.

"What happened?" Christopher gently put his arm around Ezra. "Are you hurt?"Ezra shook his head.

"I'm not. But Leo-"

"He walked in on one of Michael and Demyan's drinking games," Liam interjected, his chest rising and falling with rapid breaths. "He didn't take it well, sir."

"Oh my." Christopher shook his head slowly. "Perhaps I should check in with poor miss Leonarda. I don't know how much tighter of a leash I can put my brothers on. They're always getting into some trouble or other."

Ezra wasn't sure how Christopher counted actual torture counted as getting into trouble, and he didn't ask. What on earth went on in this hellhole? And, more importantly, what was going to happen to Ezra in this hellhole?

"I am going to sleep," Christopher said. "I recommend you both to do the same. We will talk more this evening."

"Good night, sir," Ezra said. "Wait, I mean good morning. Sleep well."

Christopher kissed Ezra on the cheek before leaving the room. It took all of Ezra's self control not to flinch away from the affection. Christopher's footsteps faded into the distance before disappearing entirely while descending the stairs.

"Word to the wise," Liam hissed. "Don't tell any of the vampires that you have a problem with their siblings. Christopher might have taken it well just this once, but that doesn't mean you can't get in trouble."

"Right, sorry." Ezra yawned. "I'm just sleepy. Not really thinking straight. It's been a long night."

"Christopher is right about one thing. You need some sleep. It's winter, so the days are short. I'd recommend sleeping them away. Only time you won't be interrupted by the vamps wanting a snack."

Ezra finished his meal and cleared his plate, leaving it in the sink to wash later. Liam did the same, scraping what he hadn't eaten into the trash.

"So, when does the whole blood drinking thing start?" Ezra asked, as casually as he could manage. "It's been two days. I thought it would have happened at least once by now."

"Most vampires only feed once or twice a week," Liam explained, avoiding looking at Ezra. "My guess is that it'll start tomorrow, maybe the day after. It hurts like a bitch, but there's no point complaining."

"Yeah, I can imagine being bit doesn't feel great. I'll try not to scream too loudly."

Ezra didn't feel particularly anxious about the whole thing. In fact, his anxiety got worse when he was out of survival situations. At least now he had something tangible to dread. The slow tigers chasing him had been replaced with very very fast ones.

"I'm glad you're taking the time to hang out with me," Ezra said cautiously. "It's nice. I think I'd get lonely really quick without you."

"No problem, kid." Liam put a hand on Ezra's shoulder, in an almost fatherly gesture. "We can't fight with each other. Not when we've got a common enemy. Flora and I decided that a long time ago. Now, you should get to bed before the familiars start bothering us. They do clean up during the day."

"I thought vampires having familiars was just a thing in bad television. Like in that What We Do in the Shadows movie or whatever."

"Nope, they're real. And annoying as all get out. Running around in Ren Faire costumes and trying to earn enough favor to get turned. The ones in this house are mostly twenty year old Russian-American guys with nothing better to do."

"If they're free to come and go, why would they help us?" Ezra knew the answer, but he still couldn't help but ask the question. "That doesn't seem right."

"They just don't care enough to. It's as simple as that. No one from the outside is going to help you. I thought we could get help from a vampire hunter once, when he came to call. But he just ended up in bed with one of the vamps." Liam sighed, looking as world weary as a man ten years his senior. "You can't trust anyone but your fellow prisoners. The faster you learn that, the easier time you'll have."

"I've never trusted anyone but myself," Ezra admitted. "At least I have you to confide in now. I can't remember the last time I had a… friend."

Liam ruffled Ezra's hair, a sad smile softening his scowl lines. "Off to bed now. We'll talk more tomorrow. The daylight won't last long, and it isn't safe to sleep during the night. I can't wait for summer."

Ezra did what he was told, walking silently to bed and tucking himself in under fur blankets. He wished he was brave enough to hug Liam, but even calling him a friend was pushing his comfort zone to a breaking point. The blankets were comfortable, and the room was warm. So, he soon drifted off into sleep.

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shadyruinskryptonite · 6 months

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Titan Bending, Chapter 3

Warning: Violence consistent with cannon, NSFW so MDNI, language, major character death (both consistent with canon of both AOT and ATLA as well as diverging from canon), so much trauma literally everyone is so traumatized, very much slow burn, a little enemies to lovers, SO MUCH ANGST, hurt/comfort, hurt and delayed comfort, AFAB reader

Chapter Warnings: Language, violence and implied violence, Levi being a dick, please let me know if I missed anything

WC: 2600

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Masterlist

I’m given no formal introduction to the soldiers, but Hange does take me around. I’m trying so hard to pay attention to what she’s saying because I think I could be friends with her, but I find myself zoning in and out of the conversation.

“You’ll technically be on Captain Levi’s squad but much like Eren you’ll be running a lot of experiments with me,” Hange says.

“Wait, hold on. I thought we agreed that I was allowed to kind of be my own free agent? What’s this about squads and experiments?”

She waves me off and says, “yes, yes, you have your independence still. But for the sake of our strategy and planning, we have to know roughly where you’ll be located. And as for experiments,” I swear I see her vibrate with excitement, “we also need to understand your abilities and how we can best utilize them.”

I’m still a little apprehensive but I ultimately nod. Eventually, I quietly mumble “I refuse to call that little shit ‘Captain’ though.”

Hange bursts into laughter, so uncontrollable that it starts to draw the attention of other people milling about. Once she collects herself, she says “I can’t wait to see you two interact more. You’re either going to be his favorite or he’s going to hate you with every fiber of his being.”

“That’s…reassuring,” I say wholly unconvinced.

Our tour around the barracks comes to a close at the mess hall just in time for dinner. I join Hange in line and continue to listen to her describing the quality of food. “It’s not the best but it’s not the worst either. They do what they can with what little resources they have. We don’t often get meat though so I hope you’re not strictly carnivorous,” Hange laughs at her own joke and I smile.

“Honestly, a hot meal that I don’t have to hunt or catch myself is a welcome change,” I lament.

“You said something similar about sleeping in a bed even though the dungeon beds leave much to be desired. If you hate living out there so much, why did you choose to live out there?” she ponders.

I smile again as food is added to our trays and we slide along. I don’t know what a lot of the items are so I just pick up all of the same things that Hange does. As we look for seats, I explain, “Well, truth be told this experience wasn’t exactly what I was anticipating. When I’ve lived on my own previously, I had the option to go into villages and I did so a few times a week.”

She sits down and I don’t pay much attention to our surroundings as I finish my story. “Sure, I was completely self-sufficient before but what I liked was that life seemed so simple. I did odd jobs for people, made art, and played music when I needed extra cash. I was expecting the same thing here but obviously that’s not what I got.”

Now that we’re sitting, I take my first bite and nod in contentment. Hange was right - it’s not great, but I’ve certainly had worse. It’s only now that I take a moment to look at the people near us and realize we’re being stared at. Before I can get too self conscious though, I notice the boy that I treated on the cart is sitting just up the table from us.

I grin, happy to see a familiar face, and I wave enthusiastically to him and say “Armin! It’s nice to see you again!” He seems embarrassed so I just turn back to keep talking to Hange.

We finish eating and she shows me where to return my tray before changing the subject. “Okay!” she says with a clap. “Now I just need to show you to your room!”

The surprise must have been evident on my face because she laughs again and says “What, you thought we were going to make you sleep on the ground?”

I snort and respond, “no, it’s not that. I honestly thought I’d stay in the cell or be put in some kind of communal housing. I’m surprised I get an actual room.”

The humor drops from her tone as she says, “we did consider that, but both for your safety and that of the other soldiers, we decided it was best to keep you on your own.” I let her words sink in and I nod knowingly before she continues. “Plus, your room is right between the Captain’s quarters and my lab, so we can keep an eye on you.” When she says this, she almost seems like she feels guilty for not trusting me.

We stop in front of a door and I turn to her, trying to reassure her. “Hey, I get it. You guys have been really accommodating as it is, I totally understand that you’ve gotta watch me. I’ve said it before, but in your shoes I know I certainly wouldn’t trust me either.” With that, her smile returns and she opens the door to an admittedly very small room.

Hange sheepishly says “it was converted from a storage closet so it’s-”

“It’s perfect,” I say with a smile, cutting her off before she says anything negative. “Whether it’s a closet or a cell or a blanket on the ground, I’m honestly just grateful that you didn’t opt to execute me.”

The backpack I took with me as I left the forest is sitting at the foot of the bed and there’s a small chest of drawers with a lamp on top. It’s not like I have a lot of things as it is, so this is more than enough. I open my bag and begin to put things away, and Hange’s voice cuts through my thoughts, “Even though your room is situated among the officers, you will still have to use the communal bathrooms and showers that the enlisted use. Sorry about that.”

I laugh, saying something similar to my previous responses, “I’ve been bathing in a river and rubbing flowers on myself so I don’t smell like a dead turtle seal. If it’s water and soap, I have no complaints.”

It seems like she has a question, but she just turns to walk out, only adding “I’m experimenting with Eren in the morning, so I’ll plan to see you just after lunch. Captain Levi and I want to test the extent of your abilities.” I nod and bid her a goodnight, hearing her mumble to herself as she closes the door, “what the hell is a turtle seal?”

When I wake up, I can barely make out what’s on the clock. I have no concept of time because my little closet doesn’t have a window so I flip on my light and instantly regret it. As my eyes adjust I see that I’ve missed breakfast so I decide to shower before I start my day. I fold my clean clothes over my arm and grab the towel and soap from the bottom drawer. As I walk towards the bathroom, I see what looks like a field of kids training.

Wow, Armin was right, most of them do look like they’re only about 15.

I shower quickly and peacefully, getting dressed before I step in front of the mirror to braid my hair. As I’m standing there, a girl with jet black hair walks in. I glance at her from the corner of my eye and recognize her as someone that was sitting with Armin the previous night. As I’m about to greet her, I realize that she’s merely glaring at me so I quickly decide against it. Walking back to my room I also realize how strange it would be to introduce myself to someone in a bathroom.

To kill a little bit of time, I go for a quick run to get my blood pumping for the day. It seems like everywhere I go people are staring at me.

This will be hard to get used to.

I cut my run off early when I came across Hange running an experiment with who I’m guessing is Eren. As I approach she spares me a glance before doing a quick double take.

“Are you wearing the same thing you wore yesterday?” she asks, now looking at Eren again.

I glance at my outfit before looking at her and blinking slowly. I answer with my own question, “you wear a uniform every day, does that mean they’re the same articles of clothes you wore the day before?”

“Touche, but you’re a civilian, why do you have more than one of the same thing?”

“Because I like it?” I say, a little perturbed. “It’s comfy, I can fight in it, and it’s all black so it’s good for concealing myself.”

“Okay, okay. I appreciate how early you are! Your enthus- wait! You are early right? I didn’t miss lunch again did I?!”

I chuckle a little, “relax, yes, I’m early. I was just going for a run before lunch. You didn’t miss anything.”

She heaves a noticeable sigh of relief and returns to her work. I decide to make myself comfortable and watch.

As I’m watching the scene unfold, I hear one of the only voices I’ve come to recognize.

“Oi! Y/n! If you’ve got time to sit you’ve got time to train,” Levi calls to me.

I sit up straighter, but I don’t look at him, afraid that if I do I’ll just lunge at him. I take a deep breath before I slowly turn to look at him. His expression is stoic as ever. I take one more calming breath before yelling back, “I train on my terms, remember? Plus, it’s almost lunch anyway.” I turn back to Hange and Eren and see him crawling out of the titan’s neck.

Holy shit, so there’s an actual person in there.

Once he’s been pulled out and the two start to head towards me, I offer the exhausted looking kid a smile.

“I’m Y/n, and you must be Eren.” I stick out my hand but his big green eyes only look at it before looking back at my face. Somewhat coldly, he says, “yeah, I know.”

Rather taken aback, I slowly lower my hand and opt to look straight ahead as I offer a weak apology, “sorry, I didn’t realize you don’t shake hands with people when you meet them for the first time here.”

“Oh no,” Hange quips and I turn to her. “We do, he’s just being rude.”

I open my mouth to say something but I’m too stunned for any words to come out. At least she told me the truth. I hear Eren mumble something about not being rude under his breath and I realize I recognize his voice too.

Before I can stop myself, the words come flying out, “Oh! You’re the kid that I could hear whining when you were in the woods the other day!” As soon as I say it, I want to suck the words back in but Hange laughs and, like a ghost, Levi seems to appear on the other side of Eren and snort too.

I can see the kid’s temper flare as he yells back at me “Oh yeah?! Well you’re the freak that uses magic bullshit to ‘heal’ people! I think it’s a crock of shit and I think you’re dangerous!”

I smile at his outburst as we enter the mess hall. The four of us get in line and I can see that he’s flustered by the fact that he didn’t get a rise out of me. I shrug and say, “Well, you’re at least partially right. I am dangerous, but I have no intention of harming you or anyone else here,” I wink at him as he stares blankly. “There’s nothing ‘magical’ about my waterbending though. I simply manipulate water the same way people have done for thousands of years.”

My dismissal seems to shut him up. I see that he grabs different items than Hange and so I try to copy him. When we sit down, Levi disappears again and this time some kids sit with us, I’m guessing friends of Eren. Armin sits directly across from me and I grin at him again.

Hange can’t sit quietly for long, so she starts in “you say people have been bending water for thousands of years? Who was the first water bender? How did people discover they could do it? How did the first people learn?”

I smile as I listen to her questions and take a bite of my meal.

Hm, I think I like Eren’s picks better than Hange’s. I’ll have to remember this.

I look up, about to start, when I see multiple pairs of eyes on me. I chuckle and begin answering Hange’s questions.

“Well, it’s kind of complicated. Each of the elements learned from what we all call the ‘original benders.’ For earth benders it was the badger moles, for fire benders the dragons, and for air benders it was the flying bison. Water bending is weird in that the original bender isn’t an animal but rather the moon. People learned to water bend by mimicking the push and pull of the tide and since this is controlled by the moon’s pull on the earth and the ocean, people were basically just copying the moon. For that reason, water bending is actually stronger at night and strongest during a full moon. Conversely, I lose the ability to bend at all during an eclipse.”

When I look back up, everyone looks at me confused. “Okay, which part was unclear? I can explain something better depending on what you don’t understand.”

Hange answers immediately, “Y/n, nothing you said made sense. It sounds like you were speaking a different language. Dragons aren’t real and what the hell is a ‘badger mole’ or a ‘flying bison?’ And once you explain that, do you mind telling us what a tide is?”

Before I can start, Armin excitedly speaks up, “A tide is the ocean water hitting land! I’ve read about it! Are you saying you’ve seen the sea?!” His childlike curiosity makes me grin again.

“Yeah, you’re exactly right. And yes, not only have I seen the sea, I’ve been swimming in it more times than I can count. I’m from the Northern Watertribe. It’s the farthest North you can go…or at least, that’s what people from my world think. We also think the Fire Nation is the farthest West you can go but I ended up here somehow so clearly we don’t know as much as we think we do.

“Anyway, badger moles are basically these big blind idiots that live underground. They use earth bending to feel their way around and it basically acts as their eyes. Flying bison are almost extinct, but the one that’s left belongs to my friend. His name is Appa and he’s probably as big as this room. He’s extremely fluffy and has six legs and a tail that can generate as much wind as a tornado.

“As for dragons, they definitely do exist. It was thought that they were hunted to extinction by firebenders at the beginning of the 100 year war but my friend Aang - the same person that owns Appa - encountered and learned from the last two dragons in the world.”

It seems like I’ve managed to mesmerize these kids and even Eren seems to have completely forgotten his anger towards me from moments ago.

With a slap of her legs, Hange declares, “Alright! Enough talking! Y/n, you ready to show us what you’ve got?”

And with that, we stand up and head to the training field.

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palabraasinnecesarias · 4 months

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if you stay i would even wait all night or until my heart explodes

ao3 | ff.net ship: ranma/akane rating: T+ words: 3,868

summary:

If there was anything Akane knew better than anyone in this world, it would have to be that Ranma’s insensitivity wasn’t on purpose. And it wasn’t that she wanted to justify the fool, she just felt that she had a better judgment when it came to pinpointing all his flaws, especially the ones that made him a jerk. Crushing on your childhood friend should be fine, as long as you don't act upon it, right? What happens when you do?

When Ranma texted Akane that he was on his way to her apartment so late in the evening, she didn’t bat an eye to reply by leaving the text bubble pressed to tap on the thumbs up, not only because she knew he hated that, but because Ranma barging into her apartment any time of the day wasn’t abnormal. Her response simply was to let him know that yes, she was home.

It wasn’t that late, a few past nine, except it was a Saturday, and he usually went out with his girlfriend – whoever that was this week. Not that she cared; just curious. They were always pretty, based on their social media pictures, and she knew that was usually the only thing he cared about.

The light knocks at her door brought her to her feet, dragging her slippers in a quick stumble as she opened the door to be greeted by the mischievous, cheeky grin he always seemed to have just for her.

“I brought dinner!” he offered, lifting a corner store bag filled with goodies, which she swiftly snatched from his hold to inspect. Her own childish smile overtook the corner of her lips as she snagged a canned milk tea, still cold, and one of the two strawberry sando, hardly considering it a meal. More like a treat.

“How did you know I was craving something sweet?” she asked in a lively mood, encouraging him to follow her bouncy steps into her living room. It was a small living room containing a hand-me-down loveseat she washed senselessly, and a very sturdy coffee table where they'd be having dinner, per usual.

“Well, you know me, ‘Kane,” he grinned, “I always know what women crave .” His egoistic remark earned him a very dramatic eyeroll as she plopped on the floor and snapped her drink open.

Akane scoffed, chuckling insensitively at him, “Whatever you need to tell yourself to help you sleep at night.”

Ranma followed suit, opening his own drink and gulping almost half of it down in one swing. She couldn’t help but stare at him a few seconds longer, tracing the wrinkles on his furrowed eyebrows with her eyes, holding back a scoff of his own. He seemed dressed for a night out, sporting a red windbreaker jacker over a simple top underneath, his scruffy hair intentionally messy.

“So, what are you doing here?” She asked too directly, reaching for the sandwich, slowly and careful not to get her fingers dirty as she unwrapped it.

“Too cool for company?” He teased, his smirk never faltering, and she chuckled at that.

“I’m always too cool for you.” She glanced up at him, blinking a few times before looking back down at her meal.

“I was thinking we could watch a movie, or something. Ya’ know, hang out.”

Akane bit down, her mouth full, pondering with a nod as she chewed. “Jeez, somebody missed me tonight,” she joked after swallowing, and it was his turn to roll his eyes at her, shaking his head gently as he continued to look at her. “What happened to, what was her name ? Why aren’t you with her?”

She could see him swallow nothing in particular, rather a lump lodged in his throat, and she decided to ignore the buzzing at the back of her mind telling her to shut up.

“We broke up.”

“Another one?” Akane wanted to laugh, and her statement rather than question came out almost like laughter, as though it was funny even when it wasn’t. There wasn’t anything particularly funny about her best friend continuously dating new women every few months under the false pretense that he wanted something with them. In fact, she didn’t like it. Sometimes she felt bad for these women.

She hardly ever met them, and she wasn’t offended that Ranma didn’t bring them along or rushed to introduce them; glad, was more of the descriptive word. Even back in high school, she hated tagging along when he would hang around new girls.

There was a moment of silence, Akane taking another bite to use as an excuse as to why she wasn’t talking. But he still wasn’t talking, and she hated it when he did that – hide behind awkwardness. They could share silence, not talk all day and it wouldn’t offer any sort of discomfort, but he wasn't good at hiding his own distress. And she could sense it.

And maybe she shouldn’t have, but her inquisitiveness dragged the question, “What was it this time?” out of her. She was prying now.

“This time?” He asked back, his black thick eyebrow darting upwards in his own offensive stance.

“There’s always a reason to your break ups.”

“Other than not feeling the vibe, there is not.”

“Uh, yes there are.”

“Name one.”

“Okay, last year,” Akane began, shifting her sitting posture as though war was about to begin, and she needed to ensure her tactics weren’t overthrown, “you dated that girl that worked at the ramen shop, the one with purple hair. Dumped her after, what, three weeks because she adopted a kitty.”

“No, wait! That’s not fair, I’m allergic.”

“You are not!” Akane laughed loudly, shaking an accusing finger at him, her arm stretched out forward enough that she could almost bop the tip of his nose had she wanted to. But instead, she retracted, her dull fang showing through her toothy grin.

“Well,” Ranma sighed, “I don’t like cats.” She could give him that one.

“And then!” Akane exclaimed, reclaiming her aha moment as she easily remembered another one, “that gymnastic girl. You only lasted like two days with her.” That one was absurd to her.

“Okay, that one was loony.”

Akane laughed, nodding in agreement, remembering the inane things he endured to get her off his back. She couldn’t seem to accept that he didn’t want to see her anymore.

“And then the ice skater chick,” she spoke mindlessly, more to herself, thinking out loud, “man, you were into athletes that summer, huh?” She hadn’t expected to see him get as flustered as he suddenly did, and all she could do was flash him a cheeky smile. What a goof.

“I said one, ‘Kane.”

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1 - When was the last time it snowed where you live? Do you like snowy weather or is it just a pain? Uh... Anyway, cold weather is definitely preferred. We're reaching high 40s now and will still go up to the 50s in May, and it is not only uncomfortable but also starting to get very inconvenient.

2 - Are you expecting any parcels in the mail right now? Not for a while. I ordered J-Hope's album but was already informed in advance that I probably won't get it until June since my shop ships stuff from Korea in bulk. Which is fine. With BTS on hiatus I've considerably calmed down when it comes to merch lol.

3 - How long is it until your birthday? Do you have any plans for the day? Like, 363 days haha. I just celebrated my 26th last Sunday, and all I did was watch a Spongebob movie with my sister in the morning, slept all afternoon, then went to my favorite hotel buffet for dinner with my family.

4 - What was the last thing you had to drink? Coffee. The Spanish latte I got tonight had a cracked lid so my jeans are now all soaked.

5 - Do you need to do any laundry right now? Yup.

6 - Who was the last person you got a notification from on social media? Is this person a close friend of yours? That would Alex, just a dude related to work. No, I wouldn't call him a friend but he is genuinely one of the nicest people I know.

7 - Do you regularly buy things on credit? If so, how much do you owe on credit cards right now? No. I got a surprise credit card in the mail a few weeks ago (I say 'surprise' because apparently I said yes when I got surveyed years ago...? then I just forgot about it I guess LOL), but I absolutely refuse to use it. It's not even activated yet. I don't want to form a habit around paying things on credit.

8 - When was the last time you got a call from an unknown number? Did you answer or call them back? Can't be bothered to check when exactly, but I know it was a few weeks ago. I probably answered it because at the time I knew it would be someone work-related calling.

9 - When was the last time you got off work early? What was the reason and did you do anything fun with your extra free time? I don't do that, I always do the full 8 hours. Earlier this month though I did file a morning leave to attend a watch party for Wrestlemania.

10 - What do you typically eat for Christmas Dinner? Are you the one who cooks or does a family member do the cooking? My family is never consistent when it comes to Christmas spreads lmao, it's always different meals every year! For the longest time it was my mom and grandma who did the cooking; but now that I could afford to treat my family (and can't cook hah) I buy platters and trays of all kinds of stuff so that everyone can get what they want.

11 - What time did you wake up this morning? Did you get out of bed right away? I needed to wake up earlier since I already had a meeting scheduled for 9 AM. I think I started to wake up around 7:30.

12 - Do you have any plans for the weekend? Are these plans typical for a weekend or are you doing something different? Saturday will be for rest as I have back to back events on Sunday. I'd say at this point it is pretty typical for work to eat up what little free time I have - it also comes with the higher role - but I'm hopeful this phase would stop soon. I have no weekend events booked yet for May onwards so that's looking like a good sign.

13 - Would you like to work a job that involves going in and out of other people’s homes all day? (Like care work, painter, decorated etc.) That'd be cool, but I wouldn't know what kind of related job would fit me best. I did always have an interest in interior design – I like trying to look into people's living rooms when we drive by them in the village (but tbh this is also because I live around rich people and they all have super big minimalist mansions lol), and when I was younger all I wanted to do in GTA was to have a cheat code that would let me in people's homes lmao.

14 - When was the last time you had an injury? Was it a minor cut/scrape or something more serious? What happened? Sprained my ankle two years ago. I had one drink too many and ended up tripping in a bad way over some steps on my birthday, hehe... 15 - Do you ever watch movies or TV shows that require you to read subtitles? I mean I like having subtitles around in general. It's obviously helpful when watching foreign-language shows/movies, but even for English I prefer having them turned on because I hate it when actors mumble or have too-thick accents.

16 - What accents are your favourite? Don't have any.

17 - How many people have you texted today? Are these people friends, family members or something else? People I've messaged today, outside of work, would be Angela, Lei, my mom, and sister. 3 out of 4 of these people are family.

18 - Are you any good at DIY? What was the last DIY project you finished? I'm not good at any DIY or arts or crafts, period.

19 - When was the last time you had a haircut? When was the last time you dyed your hair (if you ever have)? Hair cut: Year and a half ago. Dye: Around six months ago.

20 - Do you prefer wearing tight-fitting or loose-fitting clothes? I prefer the baggy/oversized fit now.

21 - Are you currently warm, cold or just right? Is the heating or air conditioning on to contribute to that feeling? I'm quite warm, but it's not as bad as the TERRIBLE weather earlier today. It's evening so it's a lot more manageable, but that's not to say I've stopped sweating because I still fucking am.

22 - What was the last piece of good news you received? Was it expected? Pharmacist licensure exam results came out today and I saw that my cousin passed. Yes, I always knew she was going to kill it.

23 - What colour socks are you wearing right now? Maroon.

24 - Do you prefer hot coffee or iced coffee? What about hot tea or iced tea? Iced coffee, iced tea.

25 - What are some of your favourite Christmas songs? What time of year do you start listening to Christmas music? Christmas Love by Jimin :) Kelly Clarkson also has that bubbly song but I'm blanking out on the title. I usually start to listen around the 2nd week of December, then go into overdrive between the 24th and 25th haha.

26 - If you see cats wandering about in the street, do you stop and fuss them? No.

27 - Speaking of cats, do you own a cat? Are they a particular breed or just a moggie? Would you ever want a specific breed of cat at all? No.

28 - When was the last time you moved furniture around to clean behind or underneath it? Do you need someone’s help in order to do that? Just a few weeks ago. No, it's just a decorative chair in the living room so it's easy to move around.

29 - Do you have any medications that you need to take daily? Is this something you’re going to have to do for the rest of your life? I don't.

30 - Do you know how to start an open fire and keep it burning without using loads of wood? Is this a skill you use on a regular basis at all? I don't know how to start fire.

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