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capriciouscapsss · 1 year

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pac: How Would Your F/S Describe You? ⚙︎

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these past couple of weeks have been hectic!! i've finally started to dwindle down on readings and i've completed a majority of them already (which i am so happy about, thank you so much for the support!) 💞 with that being said i am open to getting more readings again!! so ready to receive new orders and read for new people 💞 and i also wanted to quickly come forward to reassure you all that i haven't disappeared and that i'm still hereee doing pac/readings for you all. so yeah, book with me if you can! and now for the topic of today, i want to talk about how your f/s will perceive you and how they would describe you if they could. this can also be done with a special person in mind, the choice is yours! with that having been said, let's get started!

we have four piles; intuitively choose the one you're most drawn to. let your heart guide you, not your eyes.

Pile I. catwoman rolling in money

[8oC, 9oW, the hanged man, the chariot, KNoS, 9oS]

damn pile one 😭 you guys are really going through it and your person can see it loud and clear. i believe that your person won't have the best thoughts about you at the start. they believe that you're someone who runs away when the going gets too tough. i believe there could even be a point where they kind of test you and you fail? like they don't trust you anymore. they feel like you're too guarded. i get the image of you both in an almost grey interview where you both are being asked questions and they're taking their time to answer because they don't want to hurt your feelings but still want to be honest. the mood feels somber. almost like a fight/argument has just happened between you both. your person thinks that because of your unwillingness to disclose more of yourself you are unintentionally hurting and betraying them too. i hear that they would say that they know it's not because you mean to but because that's all you know to do. i honestly do think they're being a little hard on you, pile one, especially cause you sound more scared than intentional about this all. i believe that they also think that your head is your own biggest opponent. they describe you as being incredibly perceptive and intelligent but also can overthink to the point where you alone make things up in your mind (they said delusional, I said you have a vivid imagination okay? lmao😭). i think they believe that you also don't talk to them when you have a problem. you believe you alone are responsible for your emotions and while people can say that, they disagree with that 100% when it comes to you.

they want you to come forward and tell them about yourself. tell them about your problems. be frank and open with them, they hate when you box yourself in. I think that they also believe that you've had difficult experiences with being upfront and honest. they would say that you are someone that doesn't have experience speaking her mind and that they know that with time and effort you can come to be more open and that this relationship can be better. I also think that you both are people that have given this relationship a try after having been single for a long time. the only difference I'm seeing is different attachments styles. one having a more healthy way of feeling and the other taking their time to catch up and learn.

with time though, ask them and they'll talk most about how you've progressed. about how you have changed and how every day they meet you, they feel like they are meeting a different you. you're striving for growth, for something more. I believe that they'll talk about how confident and sure of yourself you become. about how much of a leader you've blossomed into.

Pile II. the earth goddess

[7oS, KNoC, AoC, AoP, 7oC, the devil R, the hanged man R]

pile two, trust me when I say that if someone would come up and ask them what they thought about you they would stay quiet and give just a sly grin before walking away. your person is someone very very private. they don't want to speak on anyone unless it's to their face lmao, like they really are someone who values boundaries so much that they only way they'd talk about you is if you were present when they did. they dislike talking about people without their knowledge that's for sure.

anyways I have no idea what your person is so worried about saying since it'd be all good things! your person is more likely to keep these things to themselves though (they would die if anyone heard their inner self cheesing about you). your person would only have positive things to say about you. it seems like you would make a good impression on them since the start since not one bad thing is sticking out to me. i do believe they'd comment on what they like about you.

the innocent way you love, without expecting anything in return. I hear a lot of "I" in this sentences so it's also a lot of talking about how you make them feel, what you inspire in them, more than your own qualities. they feel like you make them want to love. that you make them feel young again where they're receiving those dreaded stomach butterflies once again. I believe that they'd also talk about how healthy you are. they'd comment on how non toxic you are, and how you love in a way that isn't smothering. how you crowd them with love whilst still making sure they have their own space. they'd speak alottt on your way of loving. they'd applaud you for being such a forward thinker. i also believe they'd describe you to be someone that has such a wise mind. they think you're traditional in a way, someone who likes doing things the "right way". they've come to appreciate that a lot in you, you know, your way of loving that is freeing but in a way still comforting and not too far of from what they grew up on and have always known.

Pile III. sweet woman on the floor

[the magician, 3oW, 4oP, 10oS, KoW, the emperor, 7oP]

pile three, your person would struggle to find the words no joke 😭 I don't think that they wouldn't find you absolutely captivating in fact they'd struggle to find the words that would really fit to describe you. i heard "not one word fits you" and i believe them you know? because judging purely based of our cards, you are very very complex.

so lets start off. you are someone who is very grand. and they know this and recognize this. they believe that you are someone who knows what they want and they'd do anything to get it. "unmistakeable confidence in yourself" is what I heard. you have the confidence of something historic I feel, like you've been here for a long time so you know how the rules work and now they're working in your favor. they'd talk about how much of a leader you naturally are. you they've seen you whip people into shape around you with as little as a look. they'd describe how you make people want to better themselves by being around you. they wish luck to people who want to slack off around you. I believe that even though your energy is so fiery and literally just so big and something that packs a punch, you also have this calming aura to yourself that people recognize and love about you. they'd talk about how patient and understanding you can be and how you don't give up on people. I think this is a big one for them, they believe you'd never quit on the people you love. sort of like a king/queen with humility.

I think that's why they struggle to define you. you're almost like a pardox to them. the king/queen with humility really stuck out to me. like someone who is a clear leader and could choose to act better than everyone if they wished, but they don't. instead they act humble and with great care towards everyone. I believe they would also comment on how much of a hard worker you are. how you might have struggled a lot with possessions growing up but you kept at it and it's gotten you so far. they would describe you to be stubborn. someone who doesn't know how to quit. but they also in turn love that about you, because again, you never have people around you acting lazy and it makes them want to be better for you.

Pile IV. femme fatale with the g8n

[6oC, the wheel of fortune, KNoS R, the hierophant, 9oP, 5oW R]

I kept hearing the number five when I was channeling for you pile 4, so it could be possible that your person could think that a. you are super creative and you always know how to have a good time or b. you'd make the best mother/father.

and as soon as I saw our cards, I laughed. we got the six of cups which talks about both things I just mentioned. I believe they'd describe you as someone who hasn't lost their zest for life. someone who still sees the world with wonder. they believe that you remain always eternally youthful. they could even want to protect you for being somewhat naive at times. they would tell anyone who asked how pure hearted you are though. they still believe in the good of your heart and they think and would say that they've found the only person in this earth with a heart of gold. I believe they would talk greatly of your goodness. they value your kindness. they also believe your favored by the universe because of this. I can hear them telling other people that you always get what you want because you don't operate with malice. because you wish even your enemies well. lmao this is not what i expected to get when i was channeling for the pile with a pic of a woman holding a g8n 😅

I believe they could also talk about how sure you are of your decisions. like seriously all I'm getting is your person bigging you up. talking about how patient and serious you can be when you want something. like people could expect you, or even your reputation could imply, that you're slightly or someone that doesn't take stuff seriously. but that's not at all the case they'd say. they would talk about how focused you can be when you want something. how you can reach compromise for the sake of building something greater. they'd talk of your fantastic teamwork.

there's also you living in an abundance mindset which they'd admire. they'd speak about how much you have and how much you've helped them clear out their own mind and be better. there could even be talk about meeting you and things suddenly righting themselves in their life with your faith and confidence.

that was all 💞 forgive the mistakes, I was in a rushhh, love you all 💞 til next timeee 💞💞

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nevernonline · 8 months

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omg pls finish the members as dad’s ask you did the other day they were so so amazing 😭

dad! svt

hi, nonnie!! you and the nice people in my asks were so lovely about this ask. I figured instead of answering you all separately I would just post the rest of them members here 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 thank u all sm carat land is the happiest land

warnings: mentions of child nourishment, fem! partners.

also pls note I know the bare minimum about having a child and what taking care of one would ever look like <3

SVT's reactions to you seeing you taking care of your child in front of them:

jeon wonwoo

sweetest dad!! nobody can come for me over that

wonu is def one of the members that would know so much about having a child already because he was SO excited for the day his s/o was ready for it

would be so gentle while holding the baby!! i will say sweetest dad again

while you’re feeding he 100% is all about privacy for you he would make you both a comfy spot to rest and when your finished have your fav snack ready to go!!

has the baby trying in every pair of his eyeglasses because he’s nervous they’ll have to wear them when they grow up and that he got bad eyesight from him

lee jihoon

i feel like he opted to be the most PRIVATE father ever but failed

pretends to not care when people ask to see a picture of his kid but ultimately gets gitty when people yell him he has the most beautiful child

caught his s/o feeding for the first time while coming to visit him at work and made SURE the room was private for them and stood guard outside only to peek his little head in 24/7

only trusts him or wonu to hold his child nobody else is safe

xu minghao

hao as a dad makes me want to rip my hair out of my head bc he’s going to be so amazing if he becomes a father

has the most specific baby night routine for his kid and his partner ever

would draw you an amazing bath after feeding with such nice essential oils and candles as he sits next to the side of the tub to read you and your baby a good book

has an amazing rotation of healthy recipes for you to eat so you and your baby are getting the best nutrients

kim mingyu:

did somebody say dilf ?? (Srry)

def flexes his muscles pushing his baby stroller just in case you catch him!! he just wants to look good for his s/o all the time

he would be similar to hoshi where he wants to be involved in everything, so if you’re feeding he is right on top of you assisting with your baby

the first time he saw you feeding them he couldn’t help but finding himself giggling every time the baby would burp or smile into your chest

his heart would be so full of love he would be constantly gleaming with joy

def the dad to hold his baby bare chested when his s/o isn’t around so they always feel warm and comfortable :///

lee dokeyom:

constantly sharing the sweetest posts about him becoming a dad and sharing what it’s been like with a new born <3

started crying the first time you were feeding in front of him just because he was overwhelmed with the sight of his new family

the type to buy a puppy around the same time you gave birth to make sure his baby always had a friend to take care of

while you fed the baby he fed the puppy so he can be involved!!

boo seungkwan

dad! Kwan is so complete fr

can not even begin to smother with enough love

would be so AWKWARD in a SK way the first time you started giving your baby their meal in front of him, trying not to watch, trying not to make you or them uncomfortable

would fail really hard trying to quietly sneak in to give the baby a kiss before or after work and knock over something in the room only to wake them up from their slumber

keeps telling you he’s going to teach your baby a profanity as their first word as a joke and actually ends up doing it 😭

chwe hansol

lmao ofc he’s the silly dad all the kids would be so obsessed

prettiest baby ever possibly <3

he was really shy to become a father for the first time but was so naturally good at taking care of his kid

would always announce himself when he entered into the room while your feeding just so he knows you’re comfortable with him coming into your special time with his precious child

actually religiously enjoys watching all the new kids movies and tv shows with his kid like maybe more then they do

lee chan :

ahh chan as a dad would be so so so nice 😭

ik we’ve seen snippets of how he is with his family so I just know he’s so excited to further the lee line replicating what he had with them

does not care how young his child is he gets them started early dancing and being active with him even if it’s just him dancing with your baby in his arms around the room

his LAUGH when he sees you feeding for the first time like obviously not because it’s funny it’s just the cutest thing he’s ever seen

def gives you really sweet massages during baby dinner time too, no questions asked<3

definitely insists on any chance to take a nap with his child in his arms and you cuddling next to him on the couch

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alovesongtheywrote · 5 months

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Heyyyy I just read Nightmare Academia, and I LOOOOVE IT!!! You're such a talented writer!! 🩷🩷🩷

♥ Summary: I'm glad to hear that you're enjoying the fic :D In this chapter of Nightmare Academia, your author presents you a series of vignettes about you and Reid sharing an office. In other words- you and Reid share an office. Shenanigans ensue.

♥ Warnings: none? that i'm aware of?

♥ A/N: heyyyyy, what's uppppp, it's meeee. sorry this fic took 20 years, lmao. finals hit, im sure you understand. ANYWAY, enjoy the chapter. it's like, 3,000 words, i hope that makes up for it lol

♥ Word Count: 3,336

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Working out of Spencer’s office was strange. It wasn’t difficult, as one might expect. You did not struggle to exist in the confines of that office- if anything, the opposite was true. Working with Spencer was easy. Being in his space and working by his side was as easy as breathing. Despite the pranks, the general bitchiness, and your lingering guilt after the stabbing incident, you and Spencer were a good team. You could put aside your feelings and get work done when it mattered.

It was all very fucking weird.

That said, when it didn’t matter, absolutely no constructive work could be completed within your office. By inviting you into his space, Spencer had unlocked a new universe of pranks for you. You knew the password to his computer. You had the key to every cabinet. Everything you could ever dream of stealing was within reach.

You behaved accordingly.

Where most normal laptop-havers set their desktop images to pictures of family, friends, and/or big-tittied anime girls, Spencer left his desktop image on the factory setting. It was the same default shit that came with any piece of new tech- but this hunk of metal and wire wasn’t new. He’d had it for years and it was still the same image. Boring. Blank. Impersonal and unrevealing. Honestly, you weren’t sure if Spencer knew he could change the image, but that didn’t really matter. Whether or not he knew, you would take the liberty of changing it for him.

You had to move quickly and strike carefully. Despite being a technophobe, Reid wasn’t the type to leave his shit lying around. You had to wait patiently for an opportunity, and when one arose, you had to make the most of it. Spencer Reid would not have a sweet image of capybaras in an onsen. He would not get a desktop image of sweet sleeping dogs. That motherfucker would not be on the receiving end of anything wholesome or sweet.

You picked an image in advance. You waited patiently- and when the window of opportunity finally swung open late one Tuesday afternoon?

You almost missed it. It wasn’t your fault. When Reid finally got up and left the room, you were a touch busy stealing one of the books off the shelf behind him. By the time you noticed he was gone, you’d already placed some horny chunks of text bound by a tasteful cover in its place.

You could hear his footsteps down the hall. You had to move quickly.

Every inch of your body seemed to crackle with a sort of electricity. Your heart pounded in your chest, urged by the knowledge that you could be caught any second. Your fingers raced over the keyboard as you found your chosen image.

When Reid returned to the room, you were back at the bookshelf, scanning the titles and pretending you hadn’t done anything wrong. It was kind of hard to do when you were staring your smutty novels in the face, but still, you managed.

Your teeth grazed your lip as Spencer stepped into the room. You could hear him place something on his desk, but you refused to look at him. His eyes burned holes in the side of your head, you could feel it-

“Here,” he reached out to you, paper cup in hand, “I got you a coffee.”

“What? How? Why?” You stuttered out, completely failing to hide your shock.

Spencer raised an eyebrow, “Coffee. With money. Because it’s late and you’ve been working all day. You know, the traditional thing to say in this situation is thank you.”

“I- Thank you,” you accepted the coffee, wrapping your hands around it tightly as if you could squeeze out your shame.

He smiled, smug and smarmy. Your shame immediately dissipated. This fucker deserved the cursed bullshit you’d set on his screen.

“You’re welcome, (L/N).”

He turned away from you, switching on his laptop and entering his password. You watched him, silently sipping on your coffee. It was perfect. He’d memorized your coffee order. Of fucking course he had. That didn’t mean anything, right? Spencer could memorize anything, it was all a part of the eidetic memory package. He probably memorized every coffee order of every person he’d ever stood behind in every coffee shop he’d ever been to. The fact that he knew your order meant-

“GOD-” Spencer pushed back from the desk, almost pushing his office chair right into your leg. You looked up, a grin crossing your lips as you saw what had caused his outburst.

A hydra-like creature with a long fleshy body, several long slender necks, and multiple Furby-style faces stared out at you from the glowing screen of Spencer’s computer.

It was the worst thing you could find, a terrible monster from the very depths of the internet- and it had the intended effect! Spencer glared at his screen with horror and confusion, his face contorted by whatever rush of emotion he felt upon seeing the cursed thing in front of him. A sense of euphoric joy spread through your body, burning away all the shame and confusion you felt.

“You really can’t act like an adult for two seconds, can you?”

“Apparently not. Thank you for the coffee?”

Whenever Spencer got on your nerves, you reorganized his files. You hid folder upon folder of paperwork in the wrong place. You switched files with other files on purpose. You didn’t re-label anything- you weren’t a monster- but you did create such a mess that Spencer had to stay late for a few nights. He didn’t mind, really. In messing up his files, you had made a little mystery for him to solve. He liked little mysteries.

Besides, on the nights he had to stay late, you stayed with him.

On the floor.

That wasn’t too uncommon, honestly. Reid’s office didn’t come with two desks- therefore, when one of you needed space, the other usually offered to take the floor as their dominion. Re-arranging files took lots and lots of space, hence, you often found yourself on the ground.

One such late night, you sprawled yourself across the floor and angled your head to get a better view of Reid’s sorting. His eyes darted across the page at a speed that some would call inhuman. (You wouldn’t call it inhuman. You would just call him a speedy boy.) As he flipped through the papers before him, those eyes of his turned to you.

“Hi!” you greeted, “How goes the search?”

“You know you don’t have to stay late, right?”

“I know! But I like watching you work. Besides, the floor is comfortable.”

“I doubt that,” Spencer said, turning back to his sorting, “If you ask me, you’re here because you feel guilty for making me stay late. I told you it’s fine, I-”

“Yeah, you like a paper trail, I know. But I promise, Reid, I do not feel guilty.”

“Then maybe you just enjoy my presence?” He looked back up at you, a shit-eating smirk painted on his face. You wanted to smack it off of him. Or maybe kiss it off of him? However, if you were to kiss it off of him, you would definitely do so with unnecessary aggression. Perhaps violence.

You let out an unconvincing laugh, “That’s ridiculous. Be less ridiculous, Reid.”

“I don’t think I’m being ridiculous. I think you’re in denial, (L/N).”

“Pft, denial. You’re silly. You’re a silly little guy,” you stood up, pulling yourself up and brushing yourself off. You didn’t notice the way Spencer’s eyes followed your every movement, didn’t catch his gaze lingering on the small patch of skin that revealed itself as your shirt rode up.

He almost snapped his neck when you turned back towards the desk. He couldn’t let you catch him staring the way he was.

“My dear, dear Spencer Reid, I do not stay with you because I feel bad for making you work late,” you placed your hands on the desk, “Nor do I stay because I enjoy your presence.”

You pulled yourself up onto the desk, perching atop it. This time, you noticed where Spencer’s gaze went and how it lingered on your thighs. You had never felt more powerful in your life. With a smirk, you reached out and placed two fingers beneath his chin, forcing him to look at you. He took a deep, nervous breath, and you could feel him breathe beneath your fingers.

“So why-” he choked, “Why do you stay here? Just to try and flirt with me?”

“No,” you said, objectively flirting with him, “My darling doctor, I stay here because the floor is really fucking comfortable. And I have work to do.”

His brows drew together as the cutest little pout crossed his face, “I don’t believe you. There’s no way it’s that simple, I am sure you have an ulterior motive.”

You did. You had several. You felt bad for making Spencer work late, and you enjoyed his presence, and above all else, you wanted to make sure he got home safe and un-stabbed. You weren’t gonna let Spencer know about that, though.

“Aw, pretty boy. If I have any ulterior motive, it’s that I get to watch you suffer,” you lied.

With a huff, Spencer pulled his face from your grip and returned his focus to the mess you had made for him. You smiled, but the grin on your face was nothing more than plastic, porcelain, fake material posing as real joy.

“I still don’t believe you.”

Fucker.

“If you want to live in a world of delusion, that’s your decision. All I can do is sit here and watch.”

He smirked, “Wow, (L/N). I never pegged you as a voyeur.”

You responded to his quip like any reasonable mature adult would- you made a little sound and swatted some of the papers off of his desk. Spencer just smiled and let his eyes move to a new paragraph.

You were going to kill that man. Not that night, nor the nights that followed, but you were sure. One of those mother fuckin nights, Reid would meet his end by your hand. Or maybe by your thighs.

Spencer Reid might’ve been a renowned doctor with multiple PhDs, but he still wasn’t smart enough to hide his property from your thieving gremlin hands. Before you had moved into his cozy little office, your acts of petty theft were limited to small things. Mugs, for example. Or books. Now, though, you had access to all his worldly possessions- or at least all the worldly possessions that he kept in his office.

You’d taken his keys a few times. The first time you’d done that, he practically kicked down the office door in a panic. He’d searched the office desperately, throwing papers around and checking every drawer, only stopping when he saw your smiling face.

The most recent time you took his keys, he’d just sighed and stared at you expectantly, his hand open and waiting. You were super tempted to lick him, but you held back. You just gave him back his keys.

Mugs, books, and keys weren’t the end of it, though. You stole chess pieces, office supplies, a desk lamp, and at one point, you nabbed one of Spencer’s fucking degrees. (It was just hanging on the wall, taunting you. You had to take it.)

Your favourite incident of theft, though, was a scarf. During the colder months, Spencer usually wore a purple scarf, but this one was different. He didn’t wear it as frequently- it was long, generally tan with stripes of orange, purple, and green. The wool that made it up was unbelievably soft beneath your fingers. You never wanted to let that scarf go. So you didn’t.

You took it.

And you kept it.

You were cold, your neck was scarfless, and he left a lovely soft scarf right in front of you for you to grab. So you grabbed it. And you wore it. And you looked hot. And you were hot- literally.

It was a good thing that you’d nabbed the scarf when you did. The very next day, the heating system that kept the campus warm during the colder months mysteriously broke down. You came into work expecting the usual warmth only to find that everything was fucking freezing. You were fortunate. You still had the scarf in your bag.

Without another thought, you wrapped it around your neck and curled up into a tiny ball behind the desk.

Spencer was not so fortunate. You see, dear reader, our sweet former FBI agent hadn’t realized his scarf had been kidnapped. Upon returning home the night before, he noted the lack of scarf and assumed that he’d left it in his office. That’s right. The man with the eidetic memory just assumed he’d forgotten something- not just something. The nerdy scarf that he’d spent months working on.

Please forgive him, he’s secretly like, half a himbo. A half himbo in disguise. A halfbo incognito. Anyway.

His assumption left him scarfless, and that morning, Spencer burst into the office, desperate and searching once more. And then, he saw you wearing his scarf. The Doctor Who scarf. The scarf he’d knit himself, the scarf that had spent hours and hours in his hands, that scarf wrapped around your neck. He froze. The panic he had felt in the moments before faded away to nothing.

No. Not nothing. It just faded to a different kind of panic. An, “Oh my god, my cute co-worker is wearing a scarf I made,” type of panic. A, “Holy shit, my mortal enemy is wearing something rope-like that I made around their neck what kind of day IS THIS,” type of panic.

An, “Oh god, oh man, my cute co-worker is wearing something I made around their neck to keep warm in the cold,” kind of panic.

Put another way, Spencer went from one kind of panic to several kinds of panic, all before you looked up from your paperwork to catch his wide-eyed gaze.

“Good morning, Dr. Reid,” you said, reaching up to tuck the scarf tighter around your neck, as if you could hide it with such a simple gesture, “How are you?”

“I-” he stood there for a few moments, staring at you and willing the blush on his cheeks to stop burning. It didn’t. It burned harder. Finally, Spencer choked out something, “Is that my scarf?”

“Perhaps,” you drew out the word, curling further into the chair and away from Spencer, “Why?”

“Well, first and foremost, the temperature is thirteen degrees lower than normal-”

“Did you check the thermostat?” Your words were quiet, mumbled underneath your breath as an expression of genuine confusion rather than a petty, bitchy quip.

“Secondly, my scarf- my scarf that looks suspiciously similar to the one you’re wearing now- is missing. At first I thought I misplaced it, but then… well,” he gestured vaguely to you, to the fabric draped around your throat, “I managed to put the pieces together.”

You pulled back further. Spencer just rolled his eyes and stepped into the office. He slapped his hands down on the desk, letting a loud bang echo through the room. He smirked at the tiny squeak that escaped you. Fucker.

“Well?” you asked, voice quiet and hands tight around the scarf, “Care to share, profiler boy?”

He scoffed, though the smile on his lips was genuine, “It wasn’t that difficult. I came to work missing my scarf and the first thing I saw was my scarf wrapped around your neck.”

“Ah. The case solved itself,” you paused, biting the inside of your cheek. Another shiver ran through you, “I suppose you’ll want this back?”

Before you could move to remove the scarf, Spencer held up a hand to stop you, “Keep it. At least, for now. It’s cold, and I’ve got a sweater around here somewhere, and you-”

“Are a sweaterless bitch, yes, that’s an accurate take.”

Spencer choked and spluttered, his pink-toned cheeks burning an even darker red, “I- I wouldn’t put it like that-”

“That’s cool,” you shrugged, unfurling your body from the confines of the office chair, “I put it like that. I am a bitch sans-sweater. Sweaterless bitch.”

He put a hand up to his face, covering his eyes as he whispered a tiny little curse word. You just smirked, pulling the scarf tighter around your neck as you stretched your legs out beneath the desk.

Spencer was pretty sure he was going to combust at this point. You weren’t aware of this- but even so, you still managed to make his day harder.

“So, where did you get this? It’s soft as fuck, I want, like, fifteen of them.”

Somehow, Spencer managed to avoid choking again, “I, uh, I made that.”

The smile that crossed your lips was blinding, “No shit? Fuck. You’re more talented than I thought, Dr. Reid.”

“Thank you?” He paused, awkwardly shuffling into the room and setting up for the day, “So, do you watch Doctor Who?”

“Oh shit,” you looked down at the scarf as it cascaded down your body, “Is this a Doctor Who thing?”

“It’s a replica of the scarf worn by Tom Baker who portrayed the fourth doctor from 1974 to 1981. The original scarf was actually twenty feet long- the woman who made it wasn’t told how long the scarf needed to be, so she used all the yarn she was given. It was only shortened slightly for the show’s production, but overall, the end result was very well loved by- oh,” he cut himself off, “Sorry. I’ll-”

“Wait, why did you stop?”

Spencer raised an eyebrow, “Because I’m rambling? And I’m sure you have work to do? And you don’t watch the show, so-”

“Work? Work is boring. Give me the scarf lore.”

“The scarf lore for a show you don’t even watch?”

“Yes! Look, I’ve always taken a more Rocky Horror route when it comes to sci-fi, but I might have to get into Doctor Who because of this.”

“You should!” Spencer lit up, practically glowing with excitement as he took a seat on the desk, “Especially the newer stuff, I think you’d really like what Russell T Davies has to offer as a showrunner.”

“Do you?” you leaned forward, trying not to grin, trying not to show that you were just as excited as he was. You failed, “Tell me more, then.”

He did. The two of you whiled away that morning, ignoring the cold in exchange for an impromptu lecture about British television.

A few hallways away, Professor Belker (the head of the criminology department) sat at her desk. Before her, in two chairs, sat professors Peters and Evans.

“So…” Evans began, rubbing his arms as a weak defence against the cold.

“So,” Belker agreed. None of them needed to state what they were agreeing upon. Peters stated it anyway.

“Spencer and (Y/N) are fucking, right?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“It’s practically a guarantee at this point. You don’t share an office with your mortal enemy unless you and that enemy are having… relations.”

“Wow, ‘mortal enemy.’ That’s intense, Belker,” Evans’ eyes got wide.

“It is. I’m quoting them directly,” Belker replied, her body weighed down in a way that told the other profs that she had heard that quote a million times.

“Well, it was a good move to shut the heat off. I saw (Y/N) with Spencer’s scarf, so…” Peters gave a large and unsubtle wink.

“I didn’t shut the heat off. I thought about it, but-”

“It couldn’t have been you, Belk,” Evans interrupted, “I saw the preliminary report. The power shut off in the middle of the night.”

“Huh. That’s odd.”

“Odd indeed.”

A few more hallways away, a book fell off one of the many shelves in your office. Your office. The haunted office. The ghost was getting her way, and lord help anyone who tried to stop her.

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paper rings / mick schumacher

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day 28: rings (part of one-word november prompts!)

world count: 1.7k

summary: the four times mick jokes or talks about proposing, and the one time he finally does.

authors note: this took me awhile! had a lot going on between finals and I got too into the wc lmao but here it is! i think it's cute and it's the longest I've written! inspiration from certain dialogues comes from here, although I tried to make it special somehow. hope you like it! <3

loosely inspired by

being the new kid at school was never something good. after moving and changing schools too many times due to your dad's job, you had grown to notice that children were cruel when somebody new entered class. especially now, being 14 years old, it seemed like everyone had their close circle, and there wasn't a chance that they would let you into their small bubble. thankfully, for the first time ever, you weren't the only new kid in town. a tall, blonde boy with a thick german accent was called by the teacher to stand up and introduce himself to the class. that's how your learned that his name was mick. fast forward a few months, you two grew closer, drawn together because you were the new kids that didn't quite fit in.

one cold morning, while you two were sitting on a bench together, watching the other kids run around during recess, you noticed that your blue-eyed friend was quieter than normal, like he was thinking about something. "what is it, mick?" you asked, gently nudging his side to get his attention. "just thinking about things" he replied, straight to the point. he normally wasn't too talkative, but you two used to exchange a few words during the break, even if you were the one talking and he just answering to you. you decided that if he wanted to tell you, he would eventually, so you dropped it.

"ever thought of getting married to someone?" he said, seemingly out of nowhere, when the bell indicating that the recess was over ringed. you shrugged, never really giving the topic much thought, even though you were currently immersed in reading books that were all about love and happy endings. you never considered that's how life could go for you too. you asked mick, a bit confused this time "who would I get married to?". his cheeks went red in an instant after hearing your question, and his blue, beautiful eyes were fixated on the floor while you two walked back to the classroom, side by side, only connected by the shy touch of small hands brushing against eachother. "i don't know, maybe a friend?".

at sixteen, it seemed to you that everyone had already met the love of their life. at first, you didn't mind it, but when the girls you hanged on with at school started to forget about you, too wrapped up in their teenage flings, you were done with it. poor mick, always the listener, found himself the receiver of every complain you could have about boys and your failed love life. every boy you seemed to like always ended up being an asshole, and the blonde boy warned you everytime, but you wouldn't listen.

"i'm so sick of this, why is it so complicated? i won't ever marry, end of story. i'ill end up alone forever" you had concluded, after being too disappointed due to yearly school ball that was ocurring tonight but you refused to go, given that you didn't have anyone to ask you to go. "I wouldn't mind being married to you" mick, almost too soft for you to pick up, had said. you smirked and jokingly replied, always diminishing his efforts, telling yourself he didn't really meant it, but that he said it anyways to make you feel better. "obviously, I'm a catch."

he grunted, mad that you weren't taking his sayings as truthful. "i'm serious, y/n" he told you again, now looking into your eyes. "so am i, mick".

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you never quite like big parties. and you never would have agreed to go to the one you were invited to now, if it was up to you. but mick, sweet boy mick, couldn't say no when corinna invited you to celebrate new years with them after some months without really staying in touch with your best friend. you thought that it was for the best: having recently discovered about your feelings towards the german boy, and being sure that it wasn't mutual, you decided that staying away would help the feelings disappear. but apparently, whatever "absence makes the heart grow fonder" shit they said was true, or so you learned to agree on, since you couldn't remember a day where you didn't want to talk to him and go back to the way things where before

"it's the sixth one you try on, y/n. everything looks great on you anyways" the boy said, seated on the sofa that the store provided for those who weren't trying on clothes. even if you didn't detect any frustrations in his voice, she apologized for how long the seemingly easy task was taking her. "that isn't true, mick. i'm sorry for being annoying, should have brought gina with me."you quipped. mick frowned as he heard you favouring his sister over him, and quickly replied "hey, no, you're not annoying. i didn't mean for it to sound like that." you smiled at his fast reaction, careful to not get into your bad side knowing how quick you could get mad. still, you were in a playful mode, and continued with the banter, even if there was a bit of truth in your statement. "i don't know how you put up with me, honestly." you sincerely hugged him, absorbing his heat and perfume.

"maybe it is because I've been hopelessly in love with you since we were kids."

you broke the hug when you heard what he said, trying to hide the goosebumps that appears in your skin, and the effect his grazing breath had on you. almost as if it was second nature to you, you put on the joking mask, again, afraid to let him see the hopeful look in your eyes that, maybe, just maybe, he felt the same for you. "ha! that was a good one, schumacher. almost had me going with that serious expression." you signaled to his face, jaw locked and confused eyes. "forgot i can read you like a book."

after getting tired of seeing how every partner you had never lived up to what you deserved, your best friend -until then- had decided that he had to step up. that's how you two had end up together, just as your two families always talked about. at first, you were quite afraid that, after all these years as friends, becoming something more would damage the relationship you already had, but gladly it surprised you for the better: mick and you worked well together, easily passing from friends to partners. after finishing school you started to work in a garden center, and now aged twenty and with some help from your family, you were thinking about opening your own shop. the only thing stopping you was the fact that you still couldn't figure how you would name it.

"why not using your last name?" the blonde boy suggested, while walking through the rows of plants that almost engulfed him. you huffed, already considering that idea due to it being a family business, but not quite liking how it sounded. "not everybody has a cool last name like you, schumacher" you joked, and the blonde boy smiled at you, slowly making his way towards you to hug you from behind. "you could have it too if you wanted" he advised, whispering in your ear. it sent chills down your spine. "y/n schumacher, sounds cool, doesn't it?" mick said, with a confident smile painted in his lips. your cheeks reddened at the idea of sharing his last name. it wasn't the first time you two had talked about marriage, and even when you agreed it was still too soon, just thinking about sharing his last name left you feeling warm inside. so, you did what you always do best: deflect with humor. "can you just ask me to marry you like a normal person?".

it was another rainy day at home, and due to the boredness creeping in your bones since you had woken up far too early and couldn't go back to sleep, you had resolved to spend your time scrolling on tiktok. at least until it was an acceptable time to start making breakfast, or until mick woke up. whatever happens first, you thought. but after a few minutes laying still, only paying attention to the media displaying in your phone, you ran across a crafting video of some sort, that taught how to do paper rings. being the absolute biggest fan of taylor swift on planet earth, you couldn't contain the excitement of trying it out, so you slowly left your boyfriend's arms to go look for the required things.

"why did you woke up so early?" the croaky voice of your boyfriend due to the sleepiness still towering over him startled you, not expecting him to wake up so soon after your departure. "i'm sorry, love." you replied, pouting, and standing up from the table to hug him, hiding in his chest. "did i woke you up?"

his full, pink lips warmed your heart when you heard what he said. "no, i just missed you", followed by an eye rub to dissipate the sleep that remained. you grabbed his hand, and rushed him to join you at the counter where you were working at. "i just came across a video and wanted to try it out. look, i made you a paper ring" you said, grinning like a child who just got gifted what she asked for christmas. mick reciprocated your energy, seating beside you while asking "can you teach me how to do one?".

after teaching him how to fold the paper correctly and endure multiple paper cuts, you left him alone to continue the task while you went to make tea since the weather outside continued to be awful and grey. too focused on the task at hand, you didn't hear when mick stood up and got on one knee, until he reached for you waist, saying "liebling, can you turn around please?".

your breath got stuck instantly when you turned to face him, as the tears came crashing down your face. being together since you had turned twenty, now aged twenty-two, and having known him your whole life, it clicked instantly that this was how it was meant to be: you two, together, at home, without shiny things but filled with endless amount of love from both sides. "will you marry me?" he finally said, with tears brimming from his clear blue eyes.

"about time you'd ask, schumacher".

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madame-fear · 2 years

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somniate | lucerys velaryon x fem!reader

summary : every night, Lucerys finds a way of making you peacefully fall asleep: and that is, by reading to you in High Valyrian.

genre : fluff.

characters included : lucerys, rhaenyra (peeping through the door lmao), reader/you.

a/n : this was inspired by a message i received on my ask box regarding Luke reading to the reader in High Valyrian, and also, inspired by my dear @countsmoon comment in that post. Also, big thanks to my dearest @marvelfics134 for the inspiration on the small tickling scene! 💞

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The hooting sound of the owls and the mild cricket chirping were the only things that could be heard at such late hour. As well, as the nightly wind softly hitting against your window. You, having been already awake on your bed for quite some time, you found it to be rather peaceful, instead of disturbing.

Awkwardly shifting on your bed and fully covering your body with the warm sheets, you – quite impatiently – waited for your boyfriend, Lucerys, to silently sneak into your chamber with a book on his hands, the same way he did every night to read to you as you fell asleep. It wasn't that your sleep was disturbed without having him by your side while getting into the realm of dreams, but you had gotten so used to your little discreet nightly routine, and feeling the warmth of his body holding you, that you couldn't easily find sleep anymore without hearing his voice reading books in High Valyrian as he held you.

Your lips formed into a rapturous smile at hearing a soft knocking on your door: one that indicated that your boyfriend had finally arrived to your chamber's door. The door creaked as it was being leisurely opened, provoking a small unconscious flinch on your faces at the inconvenience of the noise. Luke closed the door behind him; a contented smile was seen on his rosy lips as he made his way towards the free side of your bed, where he usually laid. Your eyes lit with excitement at the sight of him holding a candle on a small plate and the hefty, antiquated crimson-coloured romance novel he's been reading to you the past nights – the golden coloured stripes on the front, back, and sides of the book graciously shined with the reflection of the moonrays. Out of all the books written in High Valyrian he's been reading to you, this one was the one you most preferred, and if given the chance, you'd read it thousands of times withour growing bored.

From what Luke had explained to you – since you were still rather new at understanding and speaking High Valyrian – the novel was about a young Prince who had fallen in love with a common-born girl, and the two of planned a runaway to create a new, free from royal responsabilities life they had desired for so long. You could quite relate to the story, so it immediatly became your favourite so far.

As always, he greeted you with a quick peck on the corner of your lips. “Ready for our nocturnal reading, my love?” His voice tone expressed a warm feeling of content as he spoke. In response, you happily agreed by nodding your head; the overjoyed smile in your face never leaving. Placing the candle on your nightstand and taking off his boots – leaving it on the ground – he positioned himself on your bed: covering his body with a bit of the sheets, and bringing you closer to the warmth of his body as he lovingly wrapped an arm around you. Your head placed it's full weigh on his shoulder as he opened the book, searching for the page you last read the previous night. Quietly, he began reading the High Valyrian-written book, as your eyes curiously scanned the foreign words – the warm flame of the candle and the bright moon being the only things able to bring some light to your reading.

The soothing sound of his voice, accompanied with his hand rubbing your arm up and down as well as the warmth the sheets provided to you, was comforting to you, to the point where it never failed to strangely make your eyelids heavy. The way he so smoothly spoke in High Valyrian, was something that oddly made you feel even more attracted to him. You could barely get an idea of what the book said, knowing so little of the High Valyrian language, but you simply couldn't get enough of it. Your eyes started fluttering shut, as a sudden wave of sleepiness took over your body – your head weighing even more on his shoulder. Of course, he immediatly noticed that, and a sly smirk appeared on his face as he looked on his side, to see you with your eyes nearly shut; failing to stay open as you eventually closed them. The sound of his voice suddenly faded, making you believe that you were already captivated into your deep slumber – but you were far from it.

“You know,” Luke quietly spoke, interrupting his own reading, your eyes slowly opening at noticing he was now talking to you. “You look certainly very adorable when you fall asleep on me.” Teasingly, his fingertips made his way towards your neck, and tenderly tickled a certain soft spot in it. Your eyes widely opened in shock at the sudden contact, an unwanted giggle gently coming out from your lips as you immediatly got into a defensive position. “No, stop it!–” as quiet as you tried to be, he certainly enjoyed seeing you so overwhelmed with giggles, as a huge rosy colour tainted your cheeks. Most of the time, he was usually quite shy, and silently admired your sleeping self keeping his love for you to himself – but he felt as if he needed to tease you a bit for being so charmingly delightful in any way.

Unknowingly for you, as he teased you a bit with his fingers grasping your sensible tickling spots, it seemed to be that the door wasn't really well closed, since Rhaenyra peeped the two of you through the partly opened door; a smile softly forming on her lips at seeing her sweet boy being so hardly in love with a precious, and caring girl. Lately, she's noticed the two of you occasionally sharing glances and staring for too long at each other, smirking and smiling, being particularly too close, and even, flirting with each other. Rhaenyra merely thought of it as her son having a crush on you, because she wasn't even aware the two of you were secretly dating – and she wasn't even mad at it. In fact, a sense of joyful pride filled her chest as she watched the two of you giggling, and cuddling with each other. She wanted her son to have as much happiness in his life as he could, and he knew that with you, he'd certainly have that happiness.

“Luke, stop it! We should be quiet, unless you want someone finding you in my chambers.” you said, nearly breathless from your useless attempts at quietly laughing at the teaseful tickling on your sweet spots. Lucerys playfully rolled his eyes to you, as he went back to properly positioning himself on your bed. “Just keep reading to me, please... I love how you sound when talking in High Valyrian.” Mimicking his own actions of re-positioning himself on bed, you threw yourself on him, arms wrapping his body, as you placed one of your hands on his chest in a loving way. A warm, reddish colour took over his face at seeing how cuddly you often were with him; it never failed to make him melt under your sweet touch.

“As you wish, my princess.” He shyly mumbled at you, a bang of curly brunette hair slightly covered his face as he lowered his sight to go back to his reading. His arm once again tenderly covered your body with the bed sheets, and made it's way to your waist like he had previously done. You comfortably snuggled in his shoulder as he began reading to you – the way he spoke gave you an odd sense of comfort and satisfaction, despite understanding only a few words of it. The sound of High Valyrian being spoken was delightfully beautiful, and especially, when it was spoken by him. Having already been quite sleepy previously, the heaviness on your eyelids was felt once again as he was focused reading to you; his arm tenderly rubbing your back.

Slowly, you weakly began blinking your eyes rather quickly yet leisurely, until eventually, you couldn't help but close them. Luke knew when you faded asleep into a deep, tranquil slumber, as a familiar heavy sensation of your head weighing more than usual was felt. Looking at his sides, he found you peacefully sleeping, a gentle snoring sound coming from your lips – a satisfied, joyous smile showing on his lips once again. He softly placed the book on his lap, and the hand that was previously holding it made it's way to your face, which was being softly hit by the bright rays of the moon, and he couldn't help but think that you looked so graciously pretty that way as a sense of loving sensation arose on his chest. His fingers gently began caressing your soft cheek, and eventually, they ended tracing your jawline in a very delicate manner – his eyes scanning every single one of your features.

Carefully, as to not wake you up, he turned around towards your nightstand, and blew the candle; extinguishing it's flame, and only being left with the vivid lightening of the moon. Luke gently closed the book, placing it next to the candle, and once again turned around to your sleeping self. His fingers delicately – and carefully – removed some strands of hair that had fallen into your face, as he placed a soft kiss full of loving admiration and warmth on the corner of your mouth, as he sweetly whispered to you:

“Avy jorrāelan, vēzos qēlossās ñuho.” (“I love you, my sun and stars.”)

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215-luv · 2 years

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How about JJK CHARACTERS doing normal jobs other than fighting curses?

// tw: curses/cursing, mentions of drowning

Saleslady!Nobara who is a pro at knowing what clothes matches your complexion and body figure or what accessory would match well with your aura. but will brutally talk shit about you in her mind when you pick up a dress that’s really really bad lmao, she’ll be looking at you and the dress back and forth with an expression that screams, ‘really?’ but don’t worry!! as soon as you ask for her advice, she’s already have 10 planned outfits just for you and a paper with her number on it sliding right inside of your back pocket (without you knowing ofc).

Waiter!Yuuji who never fails to brighten up his customers day with just a smile as he takes their orders and serves their food. the whole restaurant is doting on him lmao they adore him so much that the once mean customer suddenly turns nice under his presence?? the manager definitely gives him a raise for that. he approaches you with a paper and pen on hand and then is taken aback when he sees you because omg you’re so pretty?!??!! he’s all blushing and wide smiles and when comes the time he serves your food he’d mention some stuff like,, “a special dish for a special customer right here” “enjoy your meal, m’lady/my lord *winks*” he’s goofy and extra, i love him.

Librarian!Megumi is the quiet boy who everyone goes to the library not to actually read books but to check him out… i mean, who wouldn’t? he’d have a cardigan as his usual fit, hanging around on his usual place on the front counter while being occupied with a book. when he hears the bell ring from the front door, indicating a customer coming in, he lifts his head up and he sees you—a regular who comes by to actually read books and not make him uncomfortable with the stares, and suddenly his day is complete. you’re probably the only person who he smiles at and nods in greeting. and as for the other people,, well,,, he doesn’t spare them a single glance.

Lawyer!Maki who isn’t afraid to call out and talk shit in court that leaves everyone, including the judge, shitting on their pants because the raging aura she has lmaoo. BUT when you became her client, she suddenly becomes extremely patient and sympathetic with you that leaves her co-workers (the second years) dumbfounded?? like where is maki and what did you do to her?! they all watch as she tells you something with a soft look on her face, “don’t be afraid, alright? i’m here to protect you.” & their jaws drop.

Dentist!Gojo who is the finest dentist you’ve ever seen in your whole life that it leaves you frozen, completely baffled under his presence it makes you want to pass out or turn around and find another clinic, there’s no in between. you lay there while he inspects your teeth and he goes, “mmmmmmmm it’s a mess back here sweetheart..” and never in your life did your mood drop so fast you suddenly think, ‘nvm he’s ugly’ lmao

Hairdresser!Inumaki who is a pro at getting the EXACT look you want for your hair as the one you showed him on your phone. he’s not like one of those hairstylists who gets barely half of the hairstyle you want done (which is annoying, fr). but this man however, will definitely take hairstyling to a whole new level. he’s the type to not talk alot. he simply takes a look at the hairstyle you like and then he’s already got them hair dye and scissors ready. he’s not the mean type, definitely all cute and jolly even though he’s wearing a mask that covers his lower face because his eyes tells you everything, they’re so expressive that you almost giggle by the way his eyebrows were furrowed and all concentrated when he’s trimming your strands. and plus, the way his hands are on your hair is so soothing n gentle, you’ve almost fallen asleep halfway through the treatment lmao

Car Mechanic!Toji (aight here me out,,) is HOT. and i mean you go to his shop with your car and park at the front,, when you roll down your window you nearly passed out when you’re met with the sight of a handsome man wearing a tank top with a scar on the edge of his lip that forms a smirk the moment he sees your pretty face. and he goes, “gotta problem with that engine sweetheart?” and bullshit, because he’s completely right about that darn engine. you’re definitely poking holes on your tires when you get home tonight.

Nurse!Nanami who visits your room at any time of the day to make sure you’ve been drinking your medicine. he’s always there to assist you, asking you if you’ve been feeling any pain lately, and if you mention about having back pains, he quickly has his hands on your back, gently going from area to area and asking where does it hurt specifically, then goes to massage a particular area and asks, “is this alright? do you feel any discomfort?” but then there are also those times where you rebel and leave your room at a late hour (which is prohibited for u). so after his rounds around the floor, when nanami sees you sitting on one of the couches on the waiting room, he sighs. and when you greet him with an innocent smile, “hi, nanam—“ “get back to your room. now.”

Daycare Teacher!Yuuta who is the sweetest rookie ever. he’s also the youngest & the only boy among the old ladies who were working at the daycare. he at first was really awkward around kids, but that doesn’t stop him from adoring and caring about them with all his heart. the first time he met you, you were bringing your niece to the daycare and he’s baffled—you were so beautiful he couldn’t just seem to be aware of his surroundings!! and,, well, he bumps into one of the kids.. which was your niece who was actively running to the entrance that she ended up bumping into his leg lmao. a million apologies later, he faces you with a blush on his face, “i-i’m.. really sorry.. how could i make it up to you..?” and you know, you were also surprised bc he was asking how he could make it up to YOU??? like you were the one who bumped into his leg and not your niece hahahah,, but that’s okay! you weren’t gonna waste this chance anyway,, so why not suggest a date?? :DD

Lifeguard!Geto who the girls couldn’t help but gape at on a day at the beach. he stands on the shore where he gets a view of the people, especially at sea. on other days he either wears a tank top or goes topless with a whistle hanging around his neck. he sometimes walks around the shore, smiling politely at people—who swiftly becomes head over heels for him. he meets you when he saves you from a drowning accident. while you were still in the midst of fear, he’s got you in his arms as he lowers you to the ground and he instinctively consults you, “hey hey, i’m here. it’s okay. you’re okay, you’ve got me.” and when you do get a bare grip of tranquil, your eyes meets his, and then suddenly your breathing calms down. of course, geto notices it, earning a relieved smile forming on his face as you felt his thumb gently rubbing against your skin.

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cyberphuck · 3 months

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ROYAL ASSASSIN ABRIDGED: PART ONE My friend Razz wants to understand my shitposting about Robin Hobb’s Farseer Trilogy, but they don’t want to actually have to read the books, so I’m summarizing it for them (and you)! When we last left Fitzy-Fitz, it was a really fucking long time ago, sorry, I stopped going to church and learned to chainsmoke (and this book is LONG, I mean it’s LOOOOOOONG, so I kept avoiding getting started on Abridging it, lmao). You can brush up on the frankly insane amount of different characters here at the Royal Assassin Cast of Characters post, or find the links to the rest of the Farseer Trilogy Abridged series here at this link here.

- Fitz awakens one fine October morning in a bed at Jhaampe hospital, where he's been recovering from being poisoned and poisoned and bludgeoned and kicked and drowned. At first he was having eighty seizures a day, but now that it's down to only twenty-five seizures a day, he and Burrich figure it's high time for the two of them to skedaddle before they get snowed in.

Then, exactly like that scene in Attack on Titan where Eren reaches for a spoon and accidentally turns into a Titan, Fitz drops a spoon and accidentally turns into a seizure. It's a lot less cool. He wakes up hours later back in the same damn hospital bed with Jonqui the King's Sister and now healer sitting beside him.

"This sucks," he whines.

"Time heals all wounds, Pull-Out Fail," Jonqui says sagely.

"Shut the fuck up. I'm fifteen and obviously know a lot more than you about healing, and I've decided I'm never going to get better."

Burrich strides healthily into the room with a swanky new skunk stripe in his hair where his skull was recently cracked open. "What-ho, Lil Accident, are you ready to go back to Buckkeep?"

"No. Everybody's gonna make fun of me. You go back without me."

"So long as you wear that collar," Burrich says solemnly, "I must follow you."

Fitz touches the black collar with the word DADDY on it in gold letters. "The way you followed my father?"

"Yes."

"Was it like, a sex thing?"

Burrich, who has enough hidden piercings to set off a metal detector at twenty paces, asks, "Are we going back to Buckkeep or what? I'm getting kind of bored sitting here watching you do the Harlem Shake."

"Also, I heard that Molly's candle shop was foreclosed on and she had to go live with relatives in a town that's about to be raided by Vikings," The Fool says from under the bed.

"Gosh, I wish I could talk to King Shrewd or the Fool or find out what's happening to Molly," Fitz sighs, then sits up as the room fills with the wavy lines and harp glissando of a dream sequence.

"Wake up, King Shrewd," the Fool says. He's sitting on a chair, not under the bed or in a hay bale for once, and Fitz finds it extremely disturbing.

"Fool? What are you doing here?"

"Oh, King Shrewd and not Fitz, I have to be here because you're sick and old," the Fool fools. "Here, let me fluff your pillows and feed you soup."

"This is so weird," Shrewd-Fitz says. "I feel like... oh, the Skill line is ringing. What? Vikings are viking Siltbay so late in the fall?"

"You know, it's creepy when you talk to yourself like that," the Fool mutters.

But Shitz (Shrewd-Fitz) is already on a Skill video call, watching the Red-Ship Raiders pulling up onto the coast. Vikings run through the town, viking everything in sight. The raiders are wading through blood up to their knees, people are running around headless and on fire, it's awful. The raiders aren't even stealing anything-- they're just wrecking stuff, which anyone who's been to a Raiders game can attest to (go Cowboys).

"Fool," Shitz says. "You can see the future, right?"

"This is a weird time to reveal that particular nugget of information, but sure. Let's see... ah, yes. I see a bard who can't fucking read the room trying to find a rhyme for 'dismembered child.' That is not something Jaydee made up, it's a real line from the book."

"Thank you, Fool, that's extremely fucked up," Shitz says. "Oh wait, who's this on the video call... It's Molly! Oh SHIT, it's Molly and Vikings are going to vike her!"

But Molly wasn't called Molly Nosebleed as a kid because she's a trembling little violet. A Viking tries to vike her and she stabs him to death, whirls around and shouts "WHO WANTS SOME, MOTHERFUCKERS?!"

Then a house falls on her.

"Oh god, oh fuck," Shitz says, panicking. "Fool, use your future vision and tell me if Molly's okay!"

"A bunch of women died in a bunch of horrible ways," the Fool says. "Do you want me to list them?"

"No," Shitz says, and so the Fool doesn't spend two pages describing the graphic sexual assault, murder, and maiming of a bunch of townsfolk. Shitz sits back in his bed. "Run off and let Verity know Siltbay is being viked."

Ever loyal, the Fool cartwheels down the stairs. Then Shitz sighs and says, "Man, being old sucks."

"Yes it does, so quit your fucking whining about your little seizures and come home," Shrewd says, and ends the Skill call.

The next morning, Fitz-Fitz packs up his stuff and heads out with Burrich and Hands to make the long boring trip back to Buckkeep.

The return to Buckkeep sucks especially hard because they have to take the 99 instead of the I-5 like last time, and Fitz is getting carsick. Along the way they keep having to stay in incredibly sketch Super 8s, which wouldn't be that bad (free soap and free weird smells!) but Burrich and Hands overhear someone standing out in the hallway talking loudly on their phone about how much King Shrewd fucking sucks.

"Yeah he keeps raising taxes to 'defend our country' or whatever but Vikings are still viking the beach towns as much as they want," had said the Buckboi in the hallway. "You know who rules, though, Prince Regal!"

"What towns did Buckboi say were viked?" Fitz asks.

"A town no one cares about," Hands answers solemnly, "and the one where Molly had a house fall on her."

After that incident, Burrich decides that they're gonna make the rest of the trip using surface streets and driving through people's yards. "If Regal finds out you're out here, he'll send someone to kill you," Burrich explains. "Verity's definitely not gonna protect you."

"Is that because he consistently sees me as a tool first and a family member and human being second?"

"Look," Hands interrupts. "I see Buckkeep-shaped lights in the distance." They ride up to the gates, which are guarded by a kid who was born a thousand years too early to be the squeaky-voiced teen working at the drive-thru. “Halt,” he squeaks. “Who the fuck are you?“

Burrich scoffs. ”Who the fuck are YOU?“

”I asked you first!“

”I asked you sec—“

”All right, all right, who's holding up the line?“ The last book had a rich and exhausting cast of random extras murmuring in the background, but this one used all of their budget on talking CGI wolves, so they had to fire most of them and give almost all of their lines to Blade, The Guard Captain. His job is to appear at important moments and say things like 'hear, hear!' and 'how big WAS she?' “Holy shit, it's Burrich! Twitter said you and Chivalry's Post Nut Regret were dead!”

“It's called X now,” Fitz says, emerging dramatically from the shadows.

“Oh.” Blade says, while four of the other guards die of secondhand embarrassment. “H-hi, Chivalry's Pos... I mean... Fitz. You uh. Did you have a nice trip? Hey, you... did something with your hair, it looks... it looks good!”

“Prince Regal was going around telling everyone I was dead, wasn't he,” Fitz says flatly.

“Sometimes I can still hear his voice,“ Regal sighs from somewhere in the castle.

”What? No. What?? No! What?! No!“ Blade laughs as six more guards thud to the ground. ”No, of course not! It was just, you know, like, you know. YOU know. You know. I didn't really believe you were dead, I did retweet the link Regal posted but I commented with 'big if true,' so it wasn't really...”

Fitz smiles. “Ho ho ho, Captain, don't worry your sweet little tits about it. Everyone falls victim to misinformation from time to time, and I accept the apology I assume you were about to provide me. Do carry about your business.”

Halfway up to the stables, Burrich pulls Fitz aside. “Listen, Lil Accident, we're not at Grandma's house anymore,” he hisses. “You can't talk to people like you matter or Regal's gonna get his panties in a knot about it.”

“And then he'll choke me,” Fitz agrees.

“What?”

“With his knotted up panties.“

”I'm also still alive,“ Hands offers after a long silence. ”Fitz, you're too weak and pathetic to wax your own horse, let me do it.“

”But...“

”Come on, Fitz, let Hands, my new favorite child, take care of the important work.“ Burrich takes Fitz's arm. ”Now go on up to the castle, that collar is making everybody question their sexuality.“

”What's a sexuality?“ Fitz asks, just before he's shoved into the castle, screen door banging behind him.

Inside, Fitz looks around and notices that the place looks cleaner than it had before he'd left on the world's worst road trip. All the beer cans and ash trays have been cleaned up, someone's taken down the band posters and put up tasteful watercolors of succulents, and the 'NICE COCK' that had been scrawled above the toilet has been replaced with 'live laugh love.'

”Wrow,“ muses Fitz as he passes a sign on Verity's door that reads 'IF THE WARSHIP'S A-ROCKIN', DON'T COME A-KNOCKIN'. ”I'm kinda gonna miss the crusty sock smell. Good thing my room still reeks like teenaged boy.“

#rote #robin hobb #fitzchivalry farseer #ra abridged #this one's a little rough but I promise I'll warm up

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kybelles · 3 months

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for the choose violence ask game: 10, 16, 18!

HELLO BABY!!! sorry in advance since this is all about DAMEN DAMEN and DAMEN cause duh... ik it's not a trendy expression anymore but he really does live rent free in my head 💔

10. worst part of fanon

OH DEAR..... yk i'm trying really hard to not sound deranged and delusional but i feel like there are so many skewed interpretations of damen even though the books are literally from his pov. here are some of them:

a. "damen is an unreliable narrator" i've literally gone to battle with people over this take cause NO HE'S FUCKING NOT?? you say 'damen didn't see laurent's good qualities and was overly judgemental of veretians' i say damen not fucking with his captors who's been nothing but awful to him doesn't mean he was unreliable!! it wasn't like laurent was a golden angel and damen willingly hated on him for nothing. book 1 laurent treated him horribly and damen had every reason and right to not trust him or find him honorable.

b. "damen was a fuckboy who discarded the people he slept with the second he was done with them before laurent" breaking news: if someone sleeps with a lot of people that means he has no respect for them and is bound to treat them like shit! the lack of canon evindence doesn't matter!

(if the take is about damen not being in love with his partners before laurent then i'm on board!! it's the implication that damen was an inconsiderate sex partner that boggles my mind cause... did we read the same books?)

c. "damen is actually bad at sex" is a take/joke(?) i've seen MULTIPLE times and it never fails to make me think what a fucking stupid thing it is to say ❤️

d. "damen learned empathy from laurent" ????? lmao. anyways...

e. "damen was lazy and kastor picked up his slack" is everything ok with your eyes? when's the last time you've seen an ophthalmologist?

f. "theomedes neglected damen" damen literally spends page after page reminiscing about his father's words, advices and their last days together. he also says theo was the only parent he knew all his life and since someone needed to raise him to be this fascinating gentle giant... 1+1=3???

g. any interpretation where damen is some sort of neanderthal who is a selfish spoiled and clueless oaf who needs to be educated by girlypopboss laurent OR where he lets laurent walk all over him and has no agenda of his own. just... no.

16. you can't understand why so many people like this thing

any setting where laurent is downright cold and rude towards damen FOR NO APPARENT REASON and yet damen is still obsessed with him, again for some mysterious reason??? not to sound like some know-it-all condescending bitch (tho i suspect to some degree i'm already infamous and some ppl dislike me bc of it 🥺 oh well...) but i think most people forget damen only started giving laurent the time of his day once laurent started showing him basic deceny during pg. i really don't think he'd be interested in someone who rebuked him at every chance and showed no interest at him.

(some ppl give jokaste as an example to excuse this but damen only says jokaste wasn't easily courted aka she didn't immediately jump into his bed (which is admirable omg... i wouldn't be as strong...) he never said she aloof towards him)

18.it's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on...

THE FACT DAMEN IS A HUGE NERD!!! seriously, who listens to FOUR HOURS of poetry in one sitting... we all tend to focus on his martial insterests but ik my boy is also a sophisticated man 💅

#TYSM FOR THIS ASK!! i sincerely apologize if i talked too much 🥹#also sorry for committing no doubt a ton of grammatical errors lmao #captive prince

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countdown to 2024 @choicesfandomappreciation

deadlines? we don't know her😗💅🏼 so many works to shoutout- so brace yourselves gang- this'll be a long one

now- without further ado- here are some writers that made my year:

🖤@thedistantshoresproject

sending love to the whole team on board who are working tirelessly to finish this magnificent project. i was so excited to read the demo this year! knowing how long the journey has been and reading the updates each week- i realize how weary yall must be and hope that i can convey my gratitude for bringing back our favorite pirates in one awesome sequel 🖤

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🖤@bloodboundsiege

another demo for the books- and another fanmade project that i am rooting for; i personally have only read through finn's demo but i'm already in love with all the characters. plus- who wouldn't be excited for the chance to romance gaius??? there is a ton of lore in op's blog for all the new lis that i 100% recommend to read through. excited to see what's in store in the new year!

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🖤@hashiedraws

the way i ran to play this story when it dropped😭 if yall are fans of ilw- then you may know that one of the artists released this wonderful vn this year. it's a story that keeps on serving 🎾 the artwork is incredible and the accompanying story is an absolute treasure. i was on the floor- in tears- jaw-dropped. trust me- it was an experience. one i recommend yall take too 😊

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🖤 @lovehugsandcandy

the queen of colt- and tbh- one of my literary muses. your writing is such an inspiration to me and having you back on the dash this year for blades was definitely a highlight 🖤 a snippet from one of my favorite fics this year:

read 'bound' here "Of course. We have plenty of time for that... don't we?" “Because you’re not leaving?” He squeezes her hand. “I’m not leaving.” It’s a whisper more powerful than any rope.

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🖤@jerzwriter

the heart you have is so warm and inviting- and it shows with each work you've shared🖤 i've cherished reading your works for trystan x carolina- picking one to highlight seems cruel but i'll give it a shot lol. their banter/dynamic is so beautifully portrayed and never fails to bring a smile to my face:

read 'tricks and treats' here “There is no Trystan,” he snickered, playfully pulling her close. “Only the Big Bad Wolf..uh.. no.. I mean Grandma! I’m Grandma, trust me.” “Grandma? What big paws you have!” she beamed as he nuzzled into her neck and playfully growled. “The better to paw you with, my dear...” “Well, you can paw me once we get to the party. We’re very late.”

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🖤@theoriginaltortuga

your four part series- 'responsibility, rage, and recent resurrection' was such a good read and deserves some love. it ain't a secret i'm a big ilw fan- and a sucker for bonus scenes. reading a more fleshed out version of connor's eventual turning was *chef's kiss* immaculate- i shamelessly go back to this fic from time to time:

read 'responsibility, rage, and recent resurrection' here Grief and terror had been a part of Connor since the night Devon died. The feelings came and went, but they never left completely and Connor worried that he would never feel peace again. With Devon alive but unconscious, a massacre set for a few days, and the man who’d killed his mother on the loose; those feelings were more overwhelming than ever. Not to mention the anger that had been festering in his chest since his mom was killed. All of it led back to one simple thing: Westchester wasn’t safe.

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🖤@linkysmommy

mother lincoln- i wanna thank you for blessing me with not only ilw itself but ilw fics (and some other works of yours i've recently had the pleasure of reading😉) though, imma pivot real quick from ilw and actually give some praise to another project of yours- and the reason i downloaded storyloom in the first place- open heart: a toxic situation. what a story full of mystery, romance, and ✨bryce✨ (there are multiple lis to choose from- i just really love bryce lmao)

read this beauty right here

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🖤 @saibug1022

the angst legend- i go to you for the hurt lmaoo. but really- it is a talent to write the way you do and i'm lucky to reap the benefits of reading your work. the time you put into crafting your mcs- making them fully fleshed out blorbos- then giving the most heart-wrenching scenarios to deal with- incredible✨ here's some love for the villain stories out there:

read 'a funeral of faith' here “I had no place in Undermount while humans and orcs treated me like an outsider. I was kidnapped and tortured while my friends and two of the men I loved gave up on me and left me to die. And the other man I loved used and betrayed me for power and disappeared when I still forgave him.”

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🖤 @professor-abeloved

prepare to be adored, admired, and appreciated- your mcs are everything to me. the way you write is so special and uniquely you- and i love your work dearly. i've got your fics seared in my brain- here's one of the many (bc we as a fandom silently agreed that linc angst just hits different):

read 'lincoln's bad day' here “Sorry,” Ro called out for what felt like the nth time with an awkward grimace. “You okay? I can get an ice pack or a salonpas or—” “It’s fine,” Lincoln says, clutching his aching jaw. In some weird way, it’s surprisingly… therapeutic? There’s something about a being confronted with such raw, unimaginable Power that has the capacity to utterly destroy you if it chooses, but instead it’s draping a small, lilac cardigan over your shoulders as it looks you over for bruises. read 'lincoln's bad day' here “Sorry,” Ro called out for what felt like the nth time with an awkward grimace. “You okay? I can get an ice pack or a salonpas or—” “It’s fine,” Lincoln says, clutching his aching jaw. In some weird way, it’s surprisingly… therapeutic? There’s something about a being confronted with such raw, unimaginable Power that has the capacity to utterly destroy you if it chooses, but instead it’s draping a small, lilac cardigan over your shoulders as it looks you over for bruises.

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🖤@mydemonsdrivealimo

bless your beautiful, magnificent brain- atp your hcs are my canon lmaoo. bryce and jensen are so special to me and it's no secret how much love you've poured into them through your work. slowly but surely, i'm getting around to reading all the fics of theirs. the ones i have read were amazing. time to shower praise for your most recent work (also i'm rooting for you- writer's block is a biatch):

read 'halloween' here “Hey, sorry,” Bryce said, giving his waist a quick squeeze before unceremoniously flopping into one of the chairs, the force sending it back enough that Jensen had to pull him closer. “You’re lucky I didn’t lock you out and eat it for you,” Jensen said with a quick wave to the food in front of him, taking a seat in his own chair. “M’fucking starving.” He was already shoveling crab rangoon into his mouth, ignoring the steam coming off of it.

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🖤 @aria-ashryver

a ray of sunshine- you deserve the world and more🥰 one thing on my to-do list for the new year is to finally sit down and read SICSIG. from the snippets i've seen, i know i'll treasure the heck out of it. when i do- i apologize in advance for the person i become lmao (give it up for the poly romance yall)

read 'snow in crimson, starlight in gold' here

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🖤@me

self-love, amirite? reading through old works is either a hit or miss for me lol- but the process of writing has been a welcome journey of mine. from the frantic word vomit to staring at a blinking cursor- it's been a ride. and i'm thankful to everyone above for inspiring me to keep moving forward 🖤

read whatever yall want here

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this list could go on and on and i'm definitely missing some people- but to the writers out there: you are the heartbeat of the fandom and we are lucky to have you 🖤

#playchoices #choices #choices countdown to 2024

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Scar headcanons ....

In my heart I know scar loves to draw little cartoon jellies all over blueprints,,,, but also be surprisingly good at still life/realism and it catches other hermits off guard lmao

Scar would absolutely buy those goofy plasticy cartoon bandaids. You know the ones

I think scar wears skirts and dresses just as often as he wears pants. Idk he just gives that vibe

Scar doesn't read books often but he loves those bird identifying/tree identifying/flower identifying books. If you give him the chance he will correctly identify every flower in a 50 block radius

I FEEL LIKE SCAR WOULD HAVE SO MANY MISCELLANIOUS HOBBIES... he'd see one thing and go 'oh that looks cool' and then just keep trying at it until he's actually pretty good. He's very resilient in the way that he's not afraid to be bad at something new, and when he fails he laughs along with everyone else because he truly believes that it's better to laugh about these things......

In the same category of idea, scar would learn a bunch of these hobbies/skills from other hermits. Like cleo teaches him sewing and puppetry, gem teaches him different braids- I can't think of others right now but I could probably go through the list of hermits and come up with some more lmao

With the exception of. Redstone. (Sorry scar I can't give you that one) I think scars a jack of all trades with a bunch of miscellaneous skills. Terraforming and building he excell at, but we all know that one already

I also think he wouldn't feel the need to tell anyone about his wide variety of skills. So in the once in a life time situation where someone's looking for something with, embroidery or something, scar goes 'oh I can do that !!' And everyone's like hwuh

To only my best blorbos I give the highest of awards I can bestow.... the ability to learn all cottagecore hobbies

YES ALL OF THIS AW

The dresses and skirts things is so true I need to draw him in some funky clothes

#stiff talk #asks #gtws

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the perfume on the shelf. pt. 2 | bangchan

Pairing: Bang Chan x Fem!reader

Summary: Falling in love with your best friend was never a part of the plan. So you end it up. But does he want to put a stop to it, too?

Warnings: AU, mentions of cheating, profanity, Chan being completely oblivious, a cliffhanger in the end

Author’s note: this is Chan’s POV; the change from “she” to “you” seems very poetic to me as the story progresses lmao. There are a lot of flashbacks, they are highlighted so that you don’t get lost. hope you enjoy! Tell me what you think!

Disclaimer: the names and appearances of real people are used for inspiration and writing purposes only. I do not claim anything, everything belongs to its owners.

Part 1 | Part 3

The first time Chan ever saw your face was at a book fair six years ago.

He attended with his friends and girlfriend at the time; she was keen on adult novels so much, that she could never miss the opportunity to buy and read something new.

You were exactly were the girlfriend wanted you: at the “18+ novels” stand. Telling people about books, suggesting different stories to buy, and laughing at even improper jokes some customers were making.

His ex-girlfriend got an invisible hold on you, becoming the customer who seized your attention for the next twenty minutes. Every book was described in such details, that even Chris got involved and bought one. Not that he ever read it, though — he was more a fan of detective stories.

But his girlfriend? Bought a copy of each book. She spent so much money at the fair, and had to ask her parents send a little bit just so she wouldn’t die of starvation. Yeah, being a student was his favourite time, surely.

The book fairs at the campus happened every six months, so in a half year he was there again, that time volunteering at the children’s section. Only then he found out fifty percent of story collections and books were written by the students themselves. He didn’t see you at the fair that time, but he definitely saw an opportunity.

Three days later he was at the writers’ club gathering, having collected all his poems in a green binder. Chan was never socially anxious, making friends and new acquaintances anywhere he went, but that time was different. He felt out of place, thinking everyone was (or at least, looked like) really smart and he? He never felt that way. His, by that moment already ex, girlfriend had always been making fun of him for almost failing his maths classes. She used to say, “If someone is failing maths, they’re not good at anything”. Weird shot, but okay. It’s not like he was a genius, he reminded her and himself, and maths was pretty hard, too.

Was Chan’s not being a maths genius the main reason she cheated on him? Who knows, she blocked him right after he found out about her affair. Good for him. Good.

The breakup rediscovered his long-forgotten talent — writing poems. He had so much of them he didn’t know what to do. Before the writers’ club. Maybe here he’d find a way to show his true self to the world.

As he sat down in the corner of the room, at the back of the hall, he noticed just how many people were apart of the club. And they were all friends, too. “I’m not here to make friends”, Chan shook his head, “I’m here to get published”.

Suddenly the seat near him was taken. A girl with a pink binder, who, as Chan noticed only by a quick look at her face, was displeased with something. Maybe her book or story idea got rejected?

“Hey”, Chan started, slightly turning his torso in the girl’s direction, “d’you know how to get published?”

The girl’s eyebrows raised, eyes darted to him. “Shit, what did I even do?”, the wave of panic rose from his feet right to his head the moment he saw the look in her eyes. Dark, full of anger.

“You came here just to get published?”, despite the way she presented herself, her voice sounded pretty nice. “You have to get through professor Martins first”.

“Literature professor, yeah?”

She nodded. For some reason, Chris found her features… mesmerizing? No, that was too much for a person he’d just met. “He put me through nine circles of hell before even considering publishing. Change this, rewrite that, the characters are too unrealistic — yeah, like, he would know, how real teenagers communicate”, she wanted to say something else, but quickly covered her mouth with her palm. “Anyways, he knows if your work is worth it”.

“Did you get published?”

“Yup. I literally had to die and come back to life for this to happen”.

Chris raised an eyebrow. “Literally?”

“Literally, dude. Everyone here has done it, at least once”.

Later that night he carried two binders in his hands — the girl was kind enough to share her works with him. Professor Martins absolutely destroyed Chan’s poems (and will to live as well), stating,

“They lack in grammar. It’s too simple”.

And it was the nicest thing he said. Chan had never, even years after graduating, felt another sudden urge to weep in his car like it was that evening.

“Is he always like this?” he asked the girl, back at his seat.

“Did he brutally murder your dream of becoming a writer?”

Chris nodded, letting out a shaky sigh. The girl’s lips curved into a soft smile, and she patted his shoulder, a sympathetic look in her eyes. “Yeah, I know. You’ll ignore the next few meetings, but will come back, eventually. Martins’ like that horrible ex you keep coming back to, y’know?”

Such a pretty smile. It was somehow similar to his, Chan admitted, while staring at the ceiling of his dorm room: dimples on full display, and her left one deeper than the other, mirroring his prominent right dimple. Chan didn’t realize that a smile, so similar to his, would be as magnificent as it was.

And he’s been thinking about it since then. Only for her dimples to be shown more rarely the further the time went on; he hadn’t seen mush of them recently. Just her regular, half-smile to whatever jokes he was telling — even her favourite ones didn’t do the trick.

“A man walks into his home to find out all his lamps were stolen. D’you know what happened to him?”

“What?” If he had paid more attention, he would have noticed the flatness in her voice, the shaky breaths and head pressed into the pillow.

“He was delighted”, Chris giggled, expecting the same reaction from her. Dad jokes were her thing, something she snorted to whenever the chance was given. But then it was nothing. Just her humming to him in response.

“Goodnight, Chan”.

He didn’t say anything. She had told him previously she had some problems at work, so he assumed it was the reason for her putting distance between them.

“You should get more sleep, tiger”, Chan put the strand of hair behind her ear, his hand staying on her cheek, gently caressing her under eye by his thumb. She leaned into the touch, but he didn’t notice. He never did.

“I hate that nickname”, she mumbled.

“I also hate being called “shawty”, but it never stops you”, the corners of her mouth quirked up, her lips uttering yet another nonsense.

“It’s ‘cause you’re short”. The first time she said that Chan’s jaw dropped in disbelief. Six years later it was just a regular thing to hear from her. Being 4 centimeters taller than him, as she firmly believed, gave her a right to point out their height difference on every occasion.

“And you still have that ridiculous tiger costume”.

“Like it’s a crime”. She huffed and left his soft embrace, marching into the kitchen. “We all make mistakes when we’re young, you know that, right?”

“Mistakes don’t get engraved into a memory of twenty people. People trying to striptease in a tiger costume do”.

A flush creeped across her cheeks, and Chan couldn’t help but smile. Making her embarrassed about something was his ultimate favourite thing. She cleared her throat, trying to reply, but instead Chris only heard the buzzing. Shutting and opening his eyes twice to check if it was real, and the sound only intensified.

The reality hit him immediately. Jumping on his bed, taking the phone from the nightstand — failing miserably, as it slipped from his hands and fell on the floor — “Shit, shit, shit”, picking it up in panic (the screen wasn’t damaged) and sliding across to answer the call.

“Chan, we need you at the studio. See you in an hour”. Lee Know ended the call before Chris could even open his mouth. Great. Another day off ruined.

Chan laid back in the bed, his head hitting the headboard. “Ugh, shit”, he winced, rubbing the back of the head. What’s next? He’s going to get up and break his leg?

His idea to scroll through the news was interrupted by a text. From her, three hours ago. Did he forget something at her place?

“I’m tired of this bullshit. We r not a thing anymore”.

“Oh and yeah. What’s this between us? This bullshit? It’s no friendship. We stopped being friends the moment you decided to fuck me. You know I have feelings for you, all these months you knew. And you didn’t give a fuck about it. So why should I? So yeah, that’s it. Leave the spare keys under the rug. Never call me. Because whenever I hear your voice or see you face… Whenever you’re around, I just feel more alone. Bye, Chan”.

And he jumped from the bed.

“Hey, your button”, Chan took her pants in his hands and observed the troubled area carefully.

“Yeah, it’s barely holding. Every time I sit, I think it’s gon’ fall”.

“Why haven’t you fixed it?”

“Argh”, she scratched the back of her head, looking everywhere but at him. “Don’t have the time”.

“Bring me the needle and a thread”, he sat down on the bed. She went though all stages of something that time: scratched her ear, rubbed her rosy-colored cheeks, sighed and moved onto rubbing her neck.

“You don’t have to…”

“Now”.

“Okay, boss”, she mumbled, almost flying from the room.

“I can do it myself, y’know”, she was observing him sewing the button too carefully. Her standing right in front of him — overshadowing the light — didn’t help at all.

“Sit down, Bob the Builder”.

She complied, but with a heavy sigh and a violent plop on the bed, which made Chris jump involuntarily; if he hadn’t been holding her pants and the needle as tightly as possible, it all would have been on the floor.

“Every time you say ‘I can do it myself’, you end up breaking something. The nail, the shelf, the hand”. She groaned in response. “Stop bouncing your leg, it’s distracting”.

“Jeez! Stop bossing me around, Miranda Priestly”.

“I thought you like it when I tell you what to do”. He was too concentrated on fixing her button to see, but he knew. Her ears turned red as she covered her face, and then — bam! — smacked his shoulder. The regular routine of embarrassment.

“Ouch”, a little blood spot on his finger — the needle went into his skin right through the fabric of the pants.

“Oh shit”, she almost fell down from the bed, but ran to the kitchen to get her fist-aid bag. Chan smirked; it wasn’t like he’d been in pain — worst things happened to him during dance practices — but to watch her nervously going through the bag, to see her look for everything she needed.

And there she was. Sitting on her knees in front of Chan, applying something on his tiny wound. A pinched expression on her face — as if it was his fault — and her touch, half aggressive, half gentle. And in this last half, Chan swore on everything he had, in this half of tenderness he could drown, voluntarily jump from the cliff just to lose himself in the soft silk of her feelings. It was always so difficult to read her emotions, no matter how hard he tried or what he said — it seemed impossible.

She never said anything either. The fact, that Chan caught her crying in his bed, startled him so much he couldn’t even bring it up. Sometimes he was convinced she wasn’t able to feel anything except for positive emotions; and what’s worse, even the good ones were expressed rarely. In the six years he’d known her, he kept asking himself, when did she ever speak about her feelings?

Something about her dad’s emotional unavailability becoming her trait, too, as she blurted out once. And that was it — no other explanation. She spoke in actions, Chris knew that too well; however, hearing something about her feelings, at least once, would be a great idea. But she never did. And whenever he got in trouble, she scolded him, drove her car, sighing annoyingly too often, and then treated his bruises and scratches on the couch; or let him fix his broken heart by crying in her embrace. Her words were awkward (to her), but to Chan, hearing her utter under her breath, “I’m here with you, and for you, and… And I’m just here. I’ll always be”, was the only thing he needed.

“But when she showed her feelings, when she cried into your pillow, with your hand on her waist — were you there? Did you tell her that?”

“That’s it”, she put a bandaid with small pictures of Iron Man on his fingertip and blew on the covered wound. “Shouldn’t hurt you anymore”.

“It didn’t”, Chan cleared his throat for some reason. And when she got up from the floor and sat down next to him on the bed, his throat was dry again.

She looked at him — so… Lovingly? He couldn’t quite read the glance; not because of the usual reasons, but ‘cause it was the first time he noticed it. He didn’t quite know what to do. Bang Chan, the chief manager in the Affection Department, what would he do?

The palm of his hand slowly landed on her cheek, moving her face closer to his. His nose brushed hers in a swift touch, lips leaving a peck on her forehead. If she was saying something, the sound of the heartbeat, drumming in his chest, deafened Chan completely.

Chan touched her forehead with his, eyes locked on her eyes, dazzling in the dim light of the bedroom. Were they always this peerless? Or was he just blind his entire life, his blurry vision cured by her shining?

“Thank you”, he whispered, still focused on her eyes and unsteady breathing.

“You palm is sweaty”, she mumbled under her breath, and he chuckled, expecting to hear this kind of nonsense from her.

Staring into the wall in front of him, Chan wiped a tear from his cheek.

“I have feelings for you”. And you’re saying it through a text? A fucking breakup text?

Maybe, just maybe, consider asking about his feelings too, huh?

Yeah, and what would he say?

Chan didn’t quite know. He couldn’t wrap his head around the strange tingling in his chest whenever you were near, whenever you were laughing at his lame jokes, whenever you played with his hair. Whenever you did fucking anything. He ignored the feeling, putting it into a cage deep inside of his heart. You were his best friend, after all, a person he confided in. Wouldn’t it be wrong to fall in love with you?

“Whenever you’re around, I just feel more alone”.

That’s the reason for crying? That was it this entire time? Did he really make you feel this way?

Too many thoughts were spinning in his head, and he wasn’t able to catch at least one by the tail — they were slipping away, only to circle around your name and face, and hands, and smile, and fingers intertwined with his, and cold feet attacking his warm ones under the covers, and… Only you.

To never call you? To stop seeing you? Did you really think he would listen to your commands?

Throwing whatever clothes he found on the floor, putting on mismatched socks and sneakers, he ran down the stairs, calling Lee Know simultaneously.

“You’re on your way, I hope”.

“Answer one question”.

“What’s with the voice? Are you jogging or something?”

“D’you think I’m in love with her?”

‘Her’? Minho knew right away. “You dumb fuck. Took you long enough”.

“It’s that obvious?”

Minho rubbed his eyes with extra annoyance at that moment. “If I see you two staring at each other and then denying it one more time, I swear to god, I will kill you both. Romeo and Juliet style. Shut up and come to the studio already”.

“I’m gon’ be late”. Chan knew exactly what Minho’s next words were — not that he was willing to listen to them.

Shit, he panted on the street, the car keys were on the kitchen table. Running back would be too long, Chan thought, so the taxi he jumped in should be perfect.

The windows were open, wind blowing in his face — and even the air outside was filled with your scent. Floral perfume, that always reminded him of late spring nights spent with you.

“You don’t mind if I change the route?”, the driver asked. “To overtake the traffic?”

“Yeah, no problem”.

Five minutes later they were on the empty highway, going round the city to get to the neighborhood you were living in. Chan ignored the driver’s occasional texting — not his first rodeo with such people. It’d be better if he didn’t, though.

The next thing Chan remembered was his head hitting the back of the passenger seat.

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havecourage-darling · 2 years

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Firsts: I love you

First I love you.

Part 3 of 12 (each chapter is a standalone)

<< First panic attck, part 2 || First song, part 4 >>

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female Henderson!Reader

wc: 7.4K

warnings: cursing, poorly written (i tried lmao) light ish smut, S4 spoilers at the end

A/N: y'all are really killing me with your comments, asks, and messages. thank you so, so much! this one got away from me so there's bound to be typos. Eddie might also come off as ooc a little in some parts, whenever I write from his POV I can get a little lost lol hope you like it!

Eddie knew very early into his relationship that he loved you. It was just a fact of his life.

The sun was bright, jocks were morons, his campaigns were unbeatable, Metallica was music from the Gods, and…he loved you. Fuck, did he love you.

He loved the way you smiled in the mornings when he was the first thing you opened your eyes to, excited to see him. He loved your scent, Jesus fucking Christ, did you smell good. He loved the little noises you made whenever he kissed the base of your neck, a sharp inhale like you were just as hungry for him as he was for you. He loved how you spoke – about anything. Your classes, the news, the book you’d read in class, shit, the weather. The way your eyes brightened and your hands moved passionately, accidentally smacking into him half the time, as you included him on whatever ran through your mind.

He loved how bold you were, how you never failed to match his sarcasm and teasing, how even if you could swear with the best of them, you’d get flustered at sweet compliments. He loved how it didn’t matter where you were, and who was watching, every time you saw him, you’d completely light up. Unabashedly kiss him in stores, at the movies, in front of your friends, at work – anywhere. Like he was something to be proud of.

For how simple, and easy, it was to fall in love with you – he couldn’t say the words.

Now, in his defense, he didn’t exactly know how. Ugh, he rolled his head until it smacked against the wall.

His family wasn’t exactly what one would consider normal. He knew that. You knew that. Everyone knew that. His mother had been sick for as long as he could remember. She’d have good days, and those days were great. But the bad days were filled with him calling his uncle because his mom hadn’t gotten up from her bed in days and he didn’t have any mac and cheese left and he was hungry.

His Uncle Wayne had been the only constant in his life. His father had gone out to work when Eddie was five and hadn’t come back. He knew, out of all his sob story, that was the part that angered you the most. He loved watching you get so indignant on his behalf, your eyes flashing furiously. No matter how much he’d assured you that his father was a wound that had already scarred over, you would always be ready to fight for him. Another reason why he loved you.

Love…hadn’t come easily in his life. His mother had been the only person who ever said it to him and after she died, there was no one left. He knew Wayne loved him – he had to; Eddie had put him through too much shit for him not to – but no one had said it out loud in a long time.

Which is why it felt like someone had dropped a fucking anvil on his throat the second he came anywhere near close to saying it to you.

“Eddie?” Your voice brought him out of his head.

He snapped his head up and watched as you ran a hand down the new dress you’d bought earlier today. “What do you think?” You asked, looking down at yourself, unsure.

“Are you kidding?” He snorted, making his once over obvious, and delighting in the flustered expression that followed. “You’ll be the hottest girl at the party.”

A smile blossomed onto your face, lighting you up from within and Eddie felt his pathetic heart try to claw its way out his chest. It didn’t belong to him anymore and the longer it took him to say those stupid three words, the harder his heart seemed to fight him.

“Are you ready?” You asked, stretching out your hand to him.

Eddie smiled, hopped off your bed, and intertwined his fingers with yours.

Home. You felt like home.

His heart jabbed him once more and he ignored it again. “Come on hot stuff,” he said, “we’ve got a college party to go to.”

Eddie had started to get a little nervous on the ride over. He usually was the one to drive you both places but you’d insisted on driving. You wanted him to be able to drink if he wanted, and you weren’t much of a drinker – Halloween night aside. He didn’t know what to do with his hands. Eventually, when you arrived, you’d given him a long kiss and took one in yours. He shoved the other one into his leather jacket and let his usual persona take over.

“I promise,” you said, seeing under the mask, “it’s a small party. I know almost everyone who’s coming and they’re all really cool people. Steve said he’d try to make it but he had a shift.”

“God forbid Harrington miss a party,” Eddie joked, biting back a laugh when you rolled your eyes. You pulled him into the large dorm suite. The lights were dimmed low, most people wearing glow sticks around their necks. You grabbed a few from the entrance table and stuck one in his upper pocket. Eddie snapped his teeth at your fingers and you grinned.

“Come on, let’s introduce you to a few people. I’ve been talking about you all semester,” you said, brightening.

Bracing himself for the usual distain, Eddie was a little floored when all your classmates welcome him warmly. He met too many people to remember but they all had friendly smiles and interesting stories. There were theater majors, pre-med students, engineers, foreign exchange students, and every single one of them seemed genuinely excited to meet him. A few of them teased you, wondering if ‘that perfect boyfriend of yours really existed.’

Eddie almost burst out into laughter then. Perfect and Eddie didn’t belong in the same sentence.

At one point, you’d grabbed him a beer and pulled him towards a loveseat in the corner. An Asian girl sat, twirling a straw absently, her eyes darting around a group of people nervously.

“Hi you,” you said, greeting her happily. “I thought you weren’t coming.”

“Yeah, well, Brian insisted, you know how he gets,” she said, eyes catching Eddie’s. “Oh my God, is this the mythical boyfriend?”

“Why did everyone think I was lying? How the fuck would I have given myself those hickeys you all gave me shit for?”

“Listen, I’m not judging, you could’ve been out there living your life – he just seemed a little too good to be true,” she grinned widely, reminding Eddie of a Cheshire. “Hi, by the way, I’m Angela. Your girlfriend’s favorite classmate this semester.”

“I’m Eddie,” he said, shaking her hand.

“I’ve heard,” she said, tone suggestive as she ran her gaze down his body. You groaned to the side of him, slapping your hand to your head and Angela laughed. Eddie grinned, he liked her. “Calm down, astronauts could see he’s only got eyes for you. You’re both disgustingly cute.”

Eddie sat down next to her at your urging and pulled you into his lap.

“Ooh, Angie, tell Eddie what club you started on campus,” you said, grinning down at Eddie.

“Ah, yes,” Angela said, “I hear I’m in the presence of another dungeon master.”

Eddie straightened, his eyes coming back to hers and she laughed. “No shit?” Eddie said. “I started a club in our school too. It’s where we met, kind of.”

“You play?” Angela asked, brows rising up.

“No,” you snorted, “I do not have the mental capacity. Eddie has tried – Dustin has tried. Shit, I think Lucas and Mike have tried. It doesn’t stick. I’m a great cheerleader though.”

“She is,” Eddie laughed, kissing your jaw.

“Ugh, you’re going to make me sick,” Angela teased. You rolled your eyes but he felt your hand squeeze his arm three times. He looked up at you but you were lost in the conversation.

Angela talked about her current campaign and the group she played with, offering him a spot if he wanted one. Eddie explained what he was planning – he had a major campaign coming up before spring break and he was sure his team was going to cream themselves. He went to turn to you but blinked when he realized you’d disappeared. Eddie straightened, not having noticed that you’d gotten up and left, his eyes glancing around the room.

“Henderson’s by the food,” Angela said, pointing you out to him. When he caught your eye, you were mid-bite and nodding along to something the theater major was saying. You smiled brightly at him and scrunched your nose. He smiled back at you, heart skipping, and turned back to Angela.

“Sorry,” he said sheepishly at her look.

“Don’t be, it’s cute,” Angela said, sighing. “I wish I had what you two do. It seems nice, you know?”

Eddie’s eyes trailed back to you as you threw your head back and laughed, your hand coming up to hide your smile. He nodded. “I want to say we’re not usually like this…” he said, smiling at the memory of the heated kiss as you’d parked the car outside.

Angela grinned. “But you both can’t keep your hands off each other and you’re head over heels in love?” She rolled her eyes, completely unaware at the panic that had surged in him. “It’s alright, rub salt into the wound.”

“Come on, there’s gotta be someone you’ve got your eye on,” Eddie laughed, shaking off his panic, watching her face turn an alarming red and her eyes darting to the left side of the room.

“No,” she said, unconvincingly.

Eddie followed her gaze and grinned when he saw a tall black girl with long braids swaying to the music. Her eyes were closed and she had one arm up in the air as she twirled around.

“What’s her name?”

“Sienna,” Angela said with a wistful sigh. “I’m bisexual.”

Eddie glanced back at Sienna. “Is she interested?”

“I have no idea,” Angela groaned, dropping her face into her palms. “She’s in my organic chemistry class and she sat next to me in our first semester. She’s just – she’s got the prettiest fucking smile. It’s like I can’t breathe around her and I stumble over my words, it’s mortifying.”

“I get that,” he said, taking a long sip of his beer.

“You?” Angela huffed. “You’ve got Henderson as a girlfriend and look like you just walked off a stage at a rock concert.”

Eddie laughed so hard he almost snorted beer out his nose. “You’re hilarious, I’m literally called Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson.”

Angela rolled her eyes. “High School is a shitshow. People who peaked then end up trapped in a marriage with a cheating partner, two point five kids, and a dog that prefers your neighbors.” She took a deep drag of her cigarette. “And a shitty job.”

“You know, Angie, I like you,” Eddie said, laughing. Is this what it felt like to have people not judge him before he’d even opened his mouth?

Angela winked. “Back at you, Freak.”

A warm hand trailed across Eddie’s shoulders and a familiar voice cut through the music. “You two seem to be getting along.”

“Why’d you hide this one from us for so long?” Angela asked, snuffing out her cigarette. “I’m this close to stealing him from you.”

You laughed, carting a hand through Eddie’s hair. He closed his eyes and leaned into your touch. “I’ll give him to you for your notes for Psychology,” you said, “and a week’s worth of your famous cookies.”

“Hey!” Eddie protested. “I’m worth at least two weeks’ of baked goods.”

Angela squinted. “Chocolate cake and test notes only.”

You shook your head. “No deal!”

Angela snapped her fingers. “Looks like we’ll have to settle for friends, Munson, it wasn’t meant to be.”

“Might be for the best,” he said with a pointed look to the dancing girl.

Angela blushed and you leaned in. “Oh, secrets already, come on – tell me!”

“Sienna,” Angela sighed.

“She’s here?” You straightened and followed where Eddie had glanced. “Please, please, let us find out for you. She’s in my American Classics class and she’s amazing.”

“You’re both as subtle as a bus,” Angela snorted.

The song faded into a new one, couples bouncing onto the makeshift dancefloor. Eddie heard the familiar guitar notes and dramatically groaned when you snapped to look at him.

Can you hear me calling out your name?

“Oh, Eddie, please,” you plead, widening your eyes and sticking your lower lip out.

“Go on, dance with your girlfriend.” Angela waved you both off.

“He loves this song,” you told her, pulling him up. Eddie shot you a narrowed look and Angela laughed.

“I didn’t have you pegged for a Fleetwood Mac guy,” she said, lighting another cigarette.

“It’s our song,” you said, winking at Eddie. He hated the fact that his entire chest felt like it would burst at your smug look.

“Of course, it is,” Angela groaned, tossing her head back. “You both disgust me, go be romantic somewhere else.”

Before Eddie could protest, you’d dragged him to the center of the mass of swaying bodies. You turned around, pressing your back to his front and he immediately brought his arms around you. He leaned his chin over your shoulder and smiled when you shivered.

“This isn’t our only song,” he said into your ear, “you’re giving me a bad rep with my new friends.”

“Methink thou doth protest too much,” you whispered back, squeezing his arm and swaying with him. “You agreed to a truce. This and KISS.”

He had, because how could he not with you?

“I know you know the words,” you said, nipping at cheek. “I know you can sing, I've heard you.”

Eddie sighed, pretending to put up a fuss to see you roll your eyes. Hiding his grin in your hair, he flipped you around and pulled you into his chest.

“You better make it soon, before you break my heart,” you sang softly, your eyes softening when he looked down at you.

Fuck. He wanted to drown in you.

“Oh I, I wanna be with you everywhere,” he sang to you, relishing in the grin that split your face. He smiled and kissed you, because there would never be a version of him who didn’t give you what you wanted. You smiled up at him, your eyes roaming around his face before you cupped his cheek. Eddie nipped at your palm playfully, your eyes flashing.

I want to be with you everywhere

“Thank you for coming, I know this isn’t your favorite thing to do,” you told him and Eddie��s chest clenched. He pulled you tighter against him and shook his head.

“I’m sorry, princess, for not coming the other times,” he said, “your friends are cool, I don’t know why I thought otherwise.”

“Because you’ve never known anything but judgmental assholes on an ego trip. They don’t get you, not the way I do – the way these people could,” you said, frowning in indignation for him. Eddie’s heart all but stopped. Shit, he loved you so much he could explode with it.

I want to be with you everywhere

The words climbed up from his heart, to this throat, and stalled at his mouth. He exhaled, frustrated, and kissed your forehead instead. “Besides, they’re our friends now. Angie and Carlos said they’d come to your gig next week!”

“Really?” He asked, rearing back his head. His inner turmoil taking a backseat.

“Yeah,” you said, beaming. “I think Carlos’ girlfriend had actually heard you guys before. She said you were good and now he’s convinced he’s gotta come check it out. I wouldn’t be surprised if Angie’s D&D group came too.”

You motioned for him to get closer, looking around you cautiously. Eddie leaned down and you whispered: “I’m inviting Sienna too, that way maybe Angie will grow a pair and talk to her!”

You smiled, glancing back at your friend and sighed. “She deserves to be happy. She’s had a bit of a rough few years. She loves love and I want her to get it, you know?” Eddie’s throat closed in on itself.

“Yeah,” he croaked, “I know.”

/////

Eddie was sure that the craving he had for you, the desire and desperation, would never fade. He’d be old and grey and you’d still turn him on at the drop of a hat.

“Eddie, please,” you breathed, your voice high and desperate. “Eddie!”

He loved the way you moaned his name. He loved the way your nails dug into his back, leaving reminders that you craved him just as much as he did you. Eddie loved the way he fit in between your legs, the way you fit together, and the way it chased away the darkness around him.

Eddie tugged your leg up further and you both groaned at the new angle. He choked when he felt you tighten around him. “Holy fucking Christ, sweetheart, you’re going to kill me.”

You laughed lightly, head thrown back, and legs tensing as he pumped into you faster. “You shouldn’t – ah – take the lord’s name in vain,” you teased and Eddie huffed a laugh.

“He understands,” Eddie panted, his pulse pounding, kissing your neck sloppily. “I’m sure he doesn’t mind.”

“Oh,” you sighed, your legs tightening further his waist, your hand looking for his. Eddie intertwined your fingers together, knowing it was your sign that you were close. He closed his eyes, concentrating on chasing his own and felt it begin at the base of his spine. Your hand squeezed his and right as he felt you both at the edge, your other hand came up to his face. Eddie opened his eyes, surprised, and you were looking at him with a soft smile.

Your eyes darted between his and a slow smile grew on his face. He felt his chest cave in at the adoring expression you wore openly. He squeezed your hand back and almost jumped in surprise when you bared down on him suddenly, your eyes closing, and your grip become steel. You moaned into his ear and in your mindless search for him, reached up and tugged his hair just shy of painful. He groaned, stilling as he felt a flash a white and a constellation of shooting stars behind his eyelids.

With a wet exhale, he collapsed on top of you. He waited until he could feel his limbs before rolling you both over. You squeaked when he wrapped his arms around you tightly.

“I missed you,” you said after you’d both caught your breath.

“I missed you too princess,” he said, kissing your temple. “Three days was too long.”

“I’m sorry,” you said, trailing your fingertips down his arm, “finals kicked my ass.”

“I’m a great study partner,” Eddie said, bringing his other arm to the back of his head.

You snorted and he feigned hurt. “I’m offended.”

“I’m sure you are,” you snickered, “doesn’t make it any less true.”

“Wooow,” Eddie huffed, “I wine and dine you and this is the treatment I get?”

“You opened the door and we barely made it to your bed,” you said, shooting him a look.

“Right, and who’s fault is that? I drove all the way to your favorite restaurant, laid it all out, a whole night for m’lady. With only the purist of intentions, I welcomed you into my home. Then you jumped me,” he teased, “clearly you only want me for my body, daughter of Satan.”

You laughed heartily and Eddie let it wash over him, warming him. “I did jump you,” you admitted, surprising Eddie with the lack of argument or quip. “I just…feel like I can’t be fully happy without you there. Like a piece of me is missing. I was jumping out my skin and when I finally saw you, it felt like my heart was going to explode. Ugh, doesn’t that sound corny?”

Eddie’s pulse pounded in his ears. It was corny, especially for you, who despite loving the cheesiest things he said to you, you rarely indulged him back. Eddie looked down at you, to reassure himself that you weren’t a figment of his imagination.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you said, hiding in the crook of his neck. Your light laughs and warm skin made all his nerves stand at attention.

This one, his heart thumped. He opened his mouth, the words on the tip of his tongue, when he felt you bite down onto a fading bruise from the week before. He jerked, surprised, and couldn’t help his laugh at the sight of your triumphant, mischievous smile.

“So,” you grinned, thrusting your hips down to his and Eddie was suddenly acutely reminded that he was still buried inside you. His body, however, was completely aware by the feel of things. He couldn’t keep a groan in, his entire body coming alive at your touch. “Ah, how about you jump me this time? I promise to let you lead.”

You waggled your eyebrows, your expression silly and comfortable, and delicately brushed some of his sweaty hair off his forehead. Eddie smiled, ignoring the lost opportunity – besides, what kind of asshole said it for the first time during sex? – kissed you and fell a little more in love.

He was pathetic.

/////

Eddie was having a shitty day. They were rare, being a ray sunshine like himself, but they happened.

Wayne knocked on his door and Eddie grunted. He didn’t try to hide the scent of the joint in his hand, just glanced over at him.

“You should go see her,” Wayne said, not forceful but stern. “She wasn’t the best but she was still your mother. She loved you the best way she knew how.”

Eddie nodded, not sure if he’d make the drive up to the cemetery but he didn’t want to start an argument. Not that Wayne would force him but, Eddie hated the idea of disappointing Wayne any more than he already had.

“Alright, I left you a burger in the oven if you want it,” Wayne said, sighing. “I’ll be back by tomorrow night. Why don’t you call one of your friends?”

“They’re busy,” Eddie lied.

“What about your girl?”

“She’s got a test tomorrow,” Eddie said, which was the truth, he’d watched you start studying yesterday – you were frantic and sure you were going to fail. You always said that though, a chaotic usual for you.

“I love you kid,” Wayne said quietly, “if you need me, uh, you can call me at Sam’s.”

Eddie didn’t know if it was the joint or his uncle’s once a year display of affection, but he felt completely gob smacked. He was sure his expression showed it because Wayne made a quick departure.

Great, now he couldn’t even say it to his uncle. Quite literally, the only family he had left.

Turning back to staring at the ceiling, Eddie heard a muffled knock at the front door. Wayne’s surprised voice quickly followed and a short laugh.

“Be gentle with him today, honey. He’s in a mood,” he heard Wayne say. Eddie frowned. There was only one person Wayne ever laughed with.

He heard a knock at his door and you peeked your head in. “Hi hot stuff.”

“What are you doing here?” Eddie asked. “Didn’t you have a study group tonight?”

“We both know I’ll probably ace the test anyway,” you said lightly, stepping in and closing his door softly. “You know, it’s considered a little rude not to answer your phone when your girlfriend calls.”

Eddie glanced at his phone. He’d managed to accidentally knock it off the receiver with his bag.

“I’m joking, in case that’s not obvious,” you said, hopping onto the bed and patting your thighs. Eddie laid his head on your lap and let the comfortable silence settle. Closing his eyes, he let the smoke furl within him, relaxing his shoulders.

He felt you trace the shape of his eyebrow, your fingers light and the action familiar. It helped dull the ache in his chest, like a balm he could never apply himself.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You asked him.

Eddie looked up at you, your expression open and eyes on him. Sometimes, in middle school -- when the bullying was at it’s worst because his growth spurt wouldn’t hit him until freshman year of high school. Even then, he still couldn’t punch for shit but at least he was taller than most of his classmates – Eddie would wonder if he’d ever get the chance to have someone who loved him again. Everyone else had parents, siblings, and cousins. He had Wayne; who, to give him credit, tried his best. He worked two jobs and long hours so it was inevitable that he wasn’t able to be around much. Eddie had only had himself growing up, and his abundance in energy, to rely on.

“Today’s my mom’s death anniversary,” he said, still a little numb.

“Hmm, okay,” you said, running your fingers through his hair methodically. “Do you want to talk it through, be mad about it, or distract away from it?”

Eddie glanced up, surprised. What little people knew always apologized, or worse, said she was watching over him. Guiding him. Which was bullshit because if she was supposed to be guiding him, she wasn’t being a better mother in death than she was in life.

“Can I choose two?”

“You, Dungeon Master, can choose whatever you want. This is your game,” you said, tracing his lips.

Eddie smiled and turned his face into your stomach. “She wasn’t a bad mom, she was just – not mentally checked in. She tried her best but it wasn’t good enough and I hate that I feel that way.”

Your hands ran up and down his back slowly, a soothing motion, the knots untangling themselves. Eddie watched you reach for his arm and squeeze it three times in a row. It seemed to activate a part of his memory because he turned to look at you. “You do that sometimes, with my hand, does it mean anything?”

He watched, a little surprised, as you startled. “Oh, I didn’t even realize,” you looked down at your hand, as if needing proof, and flushed.

Interesting.

“It’s a habit leftover from my dad,” you said, smiling at the memory, “Dustin was too young to remember but, he was super affectionate. He was always hugging us, holding our hands, giving us compliments. He loved seeing my mom light up or Dustin giggle at the attention. One day, I must’ve been like six years old, I told him that I felt bad that I wasn’t as loud or open with my affection like Dustin. I didn’t want him to think I didn’t love him, you know?”

Eddie nodded; he could imagine you as a little kid. Serious, protective, and a little badass.

“So, he told me that whenever he was holding my hand and I squeezed it three times, he would know that I…” Your eyes darted down to his and away quickly.

Love. That you loved him. Eddie’s heart sputtered, begging to be let out so it could jump into your hands. It wanted to go home.

“Um, he would know that I cared too,” you finished after clearing your throat. “After he died, mom, Dustin, and I just kept up the habit. It’s dumb, I know, but-”

“It’s not dumb,” Eddie interjected, hating the way you wouldn’t look at him. He felt the answer in chest. He knew now, that you felt the same – at least on some level. “It’s not dumb at all. It’s pretty fucking cool.”

I love you.

He wanted to sing it to the world but the words wouldn’t come. He felt caged and frustrated at his inability to just fucking say it. Your hand pulled him from the slippery slope of insecurity and he looked up at you.

“I…I care about you a lot. I just, want you to know that I know you care about me too,” you whispered. “Don’t stress, okay? At least not on my behalf. I’m not going anywhere.”

His blood froze. For some reason – whether it was his mother, his fucked-up childhood, or simply to prove everyone wrong, he wanted to be the first one to say it. He wanted to be able to scream it from mountains and for you to never doubt that you were so, so loved by him. It’s what you deserved. He just…wasn’t ready and you knew that. Somehow, you knew. You always knew. Maybe there really was a God, and maybe his mother had guided you to him. Luck, circumstance, religion, a club campaign, whatever it was – he’d never be more grateful for anything.

“Three was my mom’s favorite number,” Eddie said, the memory floating up to the front of his memory, “she said it was divine number. Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. She used to drag me to church ever Sunday. I hated it. She thought it’d help with my energy or put me on a good path.”

“Clearly, it didn’t work,” you joked. Eddie pinched your thigh and you laughed, smacking his hand away.

Eddie continued to tell you stories about his childhood, about his mom. Her good days and bad days. How he’d sit with her on the bad days and sing to her because whenever he was sad, she’d sing to him. She was the first person to teach him that music was healing.

You listened, attention completely on him, and he reached for your hand. You smiled, letting him play with your fingers while he spun his stories. Feeling brave, he squeezed your hand three times. You returning smile was blinding and Eddie couldn’t help but think that sometimes, being brave was worth it.

/////

Eddie was obsessing and spiraling. Two things that should never go hand in hand when it came to him. It created a chaos even he didn’t know how to climb out of.

Enough was enough, Eddie berated himself. He had to stop dicking around and tell you.

What if you didn’t say it back? He smacked his head. Idiot, you already knew and were taking it at his pace. Isn’t that what you’d both alluded to last month?

Your six month anniversary was next weekend. Eddie would do it then. Gareth had already handed him the key to his uncle’s cabin in the woods this morning and it was burning a hole in his pocket. Eddie almost had enough money to buy that kickass necklace he saw at the mall. He knew you’d love it by the way your eyes had stuck to it when you’d walked by the store.

Eddie groaned, anxiety still thrumming in his chest.

He had a plan, goddamn it. He was going to buy roses, the necklace, and enough condoms to last a fucking apocalypse. He was going to tell you over dinner, because it was the truth and he was making a big deal out of nothing. Of course, you loved him back. Didn’t you show him every day? Eddie wanted a future with you, he’d all but admitted that to you already. He was going to graduate in three months, start working at the record store downtown, and finally ask you to move in with him. He was going to stop being a goddamn coward.

A knock at the window startled him so hard he smacked his head. Fuck. He glared at your laughing expression and unlocked the door.

“You did that on purpose,” he groaned, rubbing his head.

“Maybe,” you laughed, breathless from your jog over to the car.

“Hi sweetheart,” he said, turning to you.

“Hi,” you greeted back. You leaned across the center console and kissed him. Eddie grabbed your collar, held you in place for a minute, and deepened the kiss. “What was that for?”

Eddie grinned. “Can’t I be happy to see my lady? Even after she tried to scare me to death?”

You rolled your eyes. “You saw me twelve hours ago and it’s not my fault you didn’t hear me the first two times I shouted your name.” Your hand tangled with his and his chest lightened as he felt you squeeze his hands three quick times. He brought your hands up to him and kissed your knuckles. He squeezed back and you beamed.

“Okay, so you wanna hear about what happened with Sienna and Angie?” You asked, settling into your seat as he started the car.

“Always,” he grinned, pulling out the lot.

After including him on your day, Eddie let you know about his. He loved this part, the intimacy of it. “Ah, and Gareth gave me the keys,” he said, fishing the key ring from his pocket. “we’re good for next weekend.”

You grinned, bouncing in your seat a little and Eddie laughed. Your excitement was contagious. “I’m so excited! I’ve never been to that part of Indiana. Maria said it was beautiful, that there’s a lake nearby we could swim in.”

Eddie smiled, nodding along to your growing list of plans for that weekend. The light in your eyes and wide smile was wreaking havoc on his ability to keep it together.

The urge to blurt it out now was strong but Eddie gripped the wheel tighter. You deserved better. It was one week until spring break. He could last one week.

/////

Eddie really, really should’ve told you earlier. In his defense, he didn’t think that shit was going to hit the fan this badly. He was supposed to be in a cabin, two hours north, blissfully in bed with you. Instead, he was on this God forsaken lake, watching Harrington get pulled under the water.

"Don't you dare," Eddie growled, his hand gripping your wrist desperately. You couldn’t be thinking about jumping. He couldn’t let you.

"He's my best friend," you said, desperately, expression decided. "Eddie, he's been my best friend since I was three. I can't - I can't let him drown. I'm the next best swimmer, I was the other co-captain. I'll be right back okay sweetheart?"

"Henderson," he exclaimed, his panic clawing at his throat, "don't do this to me."

“You’d jump if it was me,” you said, peeling off what he knew was your favorite jacket and tossing it to the bottom of the boat. You reached over, grabbed his hand, and squeezed three times. Eddie’s anxiety shot through the fucking metaphorical roof. There was no way he was letting you go. Who knew what the fuck was down there? “Eddie, you wouldn’t let me drown.”

Eddie heard his voice hitch a touch too hysterically. “Because I want to marry you some day! I can’t do that if you’re jumping blindly into God knows what!”

“I know, but it’ll be okay,” You kissed him and Eddie tried to tighten his grip on you but you slipped away and jumped into the water quickly. Eddie dove to the side of the boat desperately.

“You can’t just kiss me and leave! Don’t Han Solo me!” Eddie let out a frustrated shout. "I can't fucking believe this," he grunted, standing at the edge of the boat without hesitation.

"Are you jumping in?" Nancy asked, her tone surprised and gaze frantic as she searched the water for the two of you.

Eddie glared at her. "She's the love of my life, of course I'm jumping in," he huffed, "Harrington better be fucking alive or I’m going to kill him myself."

Did he just admit to Nancy Wheeler, of all fucking people, that he loved you? He wanted to slap himself. After half a year, the first person he said it to -- wasn’t even his girlfriend. The panic in his chest didn’t let him dwell on it too long. You could be dead at the bottom of this stupid lake for all he knew. That thought sent him in a downward spiral. The memory of Chrissy’s body flashed across his mind, freezing his entire being. You couldn’t be dead, you couldn’t -- he wouldn’t survive it. Eddie Munson wasn’t a hero but he’d be damned if he stayed behind while you went headfirst into danger.

He felt a hand grab his and he turned to see Robin's determined face. "Let's go," she said, taking a deep breath. Eddie nodded, trying not to think about it too much, and jumped down the rabbit hole.

/////

Eddie was pretty sure his heart was ripped from his chest when the first thing he heard after falling through that weird ass portal was your screaming. It was guttural, primal, and worst of all - painful.

He angrily swiped the water from his eyes and found you — and what a magnificent sight you were. You had a broken oar in your hands, using the splintered end to stab through a demented looking bat. Alive. You were alive.

Scared and turned on, again. Damn if this wasn’t a cycle with you.

Without wasting another second, he ran towards you, picking up the other end of the oar from the ground.

His heart almost stopped again when he saw one land on your back, its claws ripping at your sweater. “Get the fuck off her!” He screamed, grabbing it by the tail and flinging away.

You whirled around, oar cutting through the air, and smacked it into the ground. Without hesitating, you jumped up and slammed both feet onto its head. Eddie winced as the bone fragments – holy shit what was his life – splintered under your feet. You flipped your hair out of your face, sweat beads across your forehead, and beamed at him. “Thanks sweetheart,” you said, spinning around and hitting another like you were passing out homeruns for free.

Eddie had three seconds to realize two things. One, he definitely had a boner. Maybe he should see someone about that. Two, he was never going to love anyone else as much and as deeply as he loved you.

“Duck!” Nancy screamed and Eddie hit the floor, knees scraping against the ground. He watched her smack another creature with her flashlight and he joined the fight.

Within minutes, Steve ripped the last one apart, spitting out a worrying amount of blood. Eddie watched you steady him and Steve caught his eyes. Eddie was surprised to see a glint in them.

"If you say anything about being turned on right now, I'll kick you," he said dryly to Eddie.

"You found it hot too?" Eddie said, unable to keep the touch of hysteria out of his voice. "Don't sexualize my girlfriend like that man, not cool."

Steve chuckled, moaning immediately after and you pinched the bridge of your nose. "You're both idiots." Robin pointed to the portal but soon, more screeching came from the skies.

Nancy herded you all towards the trees. "We need to hide, come on!"

Eddie came up to Steve’s other side and helped him limp into the refuge of the woods. You all covered a fair amount of ground quickly, everyone stopping to duck under the same rock he’d hidden by a few hours ago as a group of the bats flew by.

You and Nancy had ripped a few pieces of your shirts to tie around Steve’s oozing wounds. Eddie swallowed around a lump in his throat and reached for you when you’d stepped back.

“Are you hurt?” He asked, hands running down your body.

You shook your head at him. “Just a few bumps and scrapes. This isn’t my first rodeo Munson. You should’ve seen me last time,” you said, reeking of exhaustion and terror but still joking. He was pretty sure you did it to put him at ease.

Eddie felt his entire world tilt off its axis as he stared at you. You were dirty, bloody, and were still clinging onto the broken piece of oar like it was a deadly weapon. He thought back to you a few minutes ago and smiled. He guessed it was deadly. Eddie reached out to you and you immediately turned to his touch. You sometimes reminded him of a sunflower, always turning towards him. You never left, never judged, and never expected more than he could give.

This one, his heart thumped. Eddie felt adrenaline rush through him once more, the world disappearing around you.

"I love you," Eddie blurted out, wincing at the way your lips parted in surprise, "I'm sorry I'm finally saying it when we're in this hellhole and you're bleeding but we might die."

"I sincerely hope not," a Robin-sounding whisper muttered behind you both.

"I had a plan, in the cabin this weekend, I was going to - that doesn't matter anymore," Eddie's felt a surge of determination. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you, as long as you'll have me, so I can't continue onward looking for Wheeler's guns - which, when the fuck did someone like Wheeler have guns? Although I wouldn’t have pegged you for being strapped either and then you stabbed those things like a goddamn warrior queen – which was hot by the way-”

"Eddie," you said with what looked like tears in your eyes, guiding him back to his original point.

"Right. I fucking love you princess. So don't be the hero, at least not without me," he said. "Wherever you go, I go, in this monster hunt, okay?"

Eddie watched as you said nothing, your eyes welling up and your grip on him tightened. After a few beats of silence, you spoke. "I love you too, Munson. So much."

"Yeah?" He said, tension bleeding out of his shoulders.

"Of course, how could you ever think otherwise?" You said, peppering his face with kisses. "I willingly listen to that awful band when you drop me off for work almost every week."

"Woman, do not insult Metallica in my presence," he grumbled, kissing you anyway. Eddie was pretty sure you could upend his entire life and he’d still follow you like a lost puppy. "Since we're airing things out, might as well go for gold - when we're out of this shithole, move in with me?"

You beamed. "Took you long enough to ask."

"I was going to ask this weekend!"

"Mhmm."

"I had a whole plan. Moving in was penciled in right after the second round, when you were all distracted, boneless, happy, and less likely to argue with me."

"I never argue with you," you huffed.

“What are you doing now?”

Eddie felt his entire body beam at you when you wrinkled your nose, huffing. “We’re discussing, Eddie.” God, he loved your haughty I-know-better-than-you voice.

"Princess, you're arguing with me about arguing with me."

"I'm not."

"Jesus, is this their foreplay?" Nancy muttered. You turned to glare at her.

“Yeah, kind of,” Eddie answered, smirking when you whipped your glare to him. “Well, at least I’m turned on.”

At that, Steve snorted and while you fought your smile - shaking your head – he could see it slowly growing.

"This is cute and all and I’m for you," Robin called out, "but we really need to keep moving."

"We're right behind you," you yelled back, loosening your grip on Eddie. He watched you reach up and bring your mouth to his ear. “Let’s get the fuck out of here so we can finally get that weekend away.”

Eddie’s blood thrummed, like it always did when you teased, and he reached out for your hand. “After you, m’lady.”

You both lagged a few feet behind the trio, your grip on his waist tight.

“Eddie?”

“Yeah?” Eddie turned to you, keeping an arm around your shoulders.

“I would’ve waited for you to be ready to say it,” you said quietly, “I never mind waiting for you.”

This one.

“I wanna be with you everywhere,” you sang softly, snorting when he shook his head at you. He really did love that damn song, not that he’d ever tell you that. Although, he’s sure you knew.

“I know,” Eddie said, and he did. “That’s why I love you.”

“I love you too, goof,” you said, grinning at him.

Eddie smiled and squeezed your shoulder three times.

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