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qingxintea · 1 year

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the stars intertwine *ੈ✩‧₊˚

genshin impact

headcanons — aether, xiao, scaramouche

when you tell them you feel alone

AETHER ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

immediately, aether seemed to pick up on your mood. usually he wasn’t very exposed to you feeling down as you kept onto an upbeat show even if it didnt correspond to how you were truly feeling.

deeming the fact that you let it show this time to a point where he could genuinely pick it up, he determined it must’ve reached a bad point. he asked you about it.

“y/n? im sorry if this sounds weird— i just think that you seem a little down today. are you okay?”

he looked at you with the utmost concern and it almost pushed you into crying more. kinda like trying to not cry at school but someone asks “are you okay?” and u cry fr

“yeah— sorry,” you immediately apologize, feeling bad that you made him worry.

“nono, please don’t apologize; just tell me what’s wrong if thats okay,” he smiles gently and takes your hands

you stare intently for some seconds and then take a deep breath. “i just feel a little lonely.”

silence sits for a second but you could feel his hands tense a bit around yours.

finally, he speaks (:

“i’m sorry if i failed you accompany you today,” he blurts out in a rush, feeling responsible for your mood. “d-“

“what? no, aether,” you shake your head, “this is not your fault at all. its just one of those days. thats all.” you smile in reassurance.

he sighs gladly knowing that he was not involved in the issue. he knows about days where you simply just felt down— he had them all the time when he was finding his sister ):

he caresses your face and comes to a conclusion.

“then lets be alone together.”

skips his commissions and takes sick leave and spends the rest of the day never leaving your side

you tell him all about your week!

“work at liyue qixing is very busy this week, we had a lot of broken architect and paranormal cases as of lately. ganyu and keqing always work so hard so i took these extra cases for them.”

“i spent more energy than usual and spent less time talking to people i love, talking to you. everytime i return from work, i just sort of collapse.”

aether chimes in, “y/n, you’re so sweet to everyone. from now on i will rest with you when you return.”

and he does! aether always keeps his word to you— you really are thankful for him.

he even goes out of his way to solve cases and fix things for you while you’re sleeping and you never notice him sneaking out. he talks to little ming and asks her if she knows anything behind the cases, fixes broken stairs and elevators, and ultimately asking keqing and ganyu to look out of you as you’ve been passing out lately.

he even crocheted you a little aether plushie to hold whenever he’s not around! so you’ll always have a piece of him with you (:

on the weekly, he gets you flowers. this week he got you a bouquet of cecilias so you don’t suspect he’s been working in liyue for you

the next week, when you tell him that your workload in liyue has been elevated, he is extremely glad that his work paid off. of course, he never tells you anything though

cutie fr

XIAO ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳

xiao cant really verbally address feelings well and you know this. so initially you avoid telling him in general.

but he’s not oblivious to it— even though you don’t tell him, he can sense it. like that one time you made an extremely outrageous deal with a witch to take on his karmic debt and almost died LOL crazy

you also don’t tell him bc yk he’s lived for so many years longer than u that he’s lost so many people, probably more lonely than u

he can sense it through some of your usual offerings too! your cooking is corresponding to your mood and the almond tofu recently has been a bit bitter compared to your previous. its not that it tastes bad, it aroused concern.

he is scared to address it because he thinks he will be extremely awkward or insensitive. instead, he comforts you through acts of service and gift giving.

he picks up qingxin flowers for you and ties it with a vibrant red silk ribbon and leaves it on your doorstep. also gets u a green good luck amulet

now u have it on your nightstand and it helps u sleep better, the good luck amulet is always warn next to your vision YAY

he notices an improvement in your mood but it’s not to its original state.

eventually, he appears the next time you offer something and the two of you sit in comfortable silence until you break it.

“i’m sorry my offerings have been of lower quality recently. i am not feeling well and it shows through my work,” you apologize profusely. you think that him staying with you is a sign that he’s waiting for you to say something about recent troubles bc u always overthink LMAO

“don’t say sorry for something so minuscule,” he immediately responds but has no idea what to say after that.

but there is no need to add on because you know him so well. you know that when he says that it means he is more concerned about your well being than what you produce.

you nod slightly and the conversation ends there. he probably already realizes that you’ve been feeling lonely because you’ve been lacking in social energy this whole week due to your excessive work.

he stays with you for awhile and never gets up to get milk from the fridge or anything which is great

lowkey threatens your coworkers to keep an eye on you LMAOO so silly

SCARAMOUCHE ༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫ ▹▫◃ ۪۪۫۫ ༄ؘ

mention of medications and more sweating LMFAO

lowkey u just expect this guy to not care at all bc he’s emotionally constipated

BUT HE DOES HE JUST DOESNT SHOW IT BC HES SCARED HIS COWORKERS MIGHT MAKE FUN OF HIM FOR SHOWING EMOTION

so when he addresses it he makes sure ur in a completely ISOLATED SPACE so NO ONE FUCKING SPIES !!

“oookay, what the fuck is wrong with you y/n, have you not been taking your meds for the past month??”

LMAO he says it downright with no sugarcoat because he wants to get straight to the point

you get taken aback a bit bc it’s such a funny question

“no bitch i just feel like SHIT TODAY because im LONELY AND SINGLE 😭😭😭😭” you counter

“hoe, you are NOT SINGLE WE R LITERALLY DATING STUPID ASS”

“oh i forgot”

“r u fr.”

he brings u ur meds in like 2 pound crates and ur like “wtf”

he says it’s to compromise for your lack of meds the past month

“DUDE IVE BEEN TAKING THEM TODAYS JUST A CRAPPY DAY LMAO AND THATNIS NOT HOW IT WORKS????”

“??,??!!” he is so done HAHAHA “anyway why r u lonely wtf did tartar sauce say something mean to you AGAIN”

you laugh “ACTUALLY YEAH LOL HE WAS LIKE ‘at least i have a little brother’ AS A JOKE CUZ HE DOESNT KNOW THAT MINE WENT KABOOM 😵😵”

“BITCH U GOTTA TELL HIM SOON”

“SHUT UP”

the two of u end up playing super smash bros and u keep spamming villager rocket bc that’s ur favorite move and eventually u k.o. him with it even though he saw it coming, he forgot how to jump LMAO

he claims that he did that on purpose to make you feel better but u think he’s bs-ing because he’s a sore loser and embarrassed he lost by not dodging a whole ROCKET

“UNFAIR”

“LOSER”

eventually becomes a very heated roasting session because u two are the most toxic couple in all of teyvat that ur literally perfect for each other LMAO

“how does it feel to look 12 and 57 at the same time??? I BET U GET ID CHECKED AT 7LEAVES LMAO”

“PEOPLE ONLY NOTICE U WHEN U BECOME A PROBLEM”

“U LOOK LIKE A PURPLE BLOOD CLOT”

“COVID SWIPED LEFT ON YOU. FUCKING COVID”

“THE ONLY REASON YOU HAVENT DIED YET IS BC THE ARCHONS SAID ‘FUCK NO LEAVE HIM BACK ON TEYVAT OH MY GOD’”

no lonely anymore bc ur evil !

later when u don’t know he beats up childe for what he said LMAO “ARE U STUPID DONT BRING Y/N’S CRAPPY CRUMBLED FAMILY INTO ANYTHING” and childe never does it again

happy ending !

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

QINGXINTEA ONE YEAR RESSURECTION SO REAL

LIVE LAUGH AETHER

#genshin impact fanfiction #genshin impact x reader #genshin headcanons #genshin impact #genshin impact imagine #genshin comfort #xiao headcanons #genshin angst #xiao x reader #aether #aether x reader #world peace kindness end hate international day of pea #genshin smau #scaramouche

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quirkless-accident · 1 year

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Runaway/ homeless Danny saves Eri (with or without his sisters)

Danny could only go near to her only in ghost mode

(cant bring the dead back to life but she may revert him to before he got his accident)

Danny honestly doesn't know how he ends up here.

He's been on the run from months. The Guys in White are relentless. As soon as they found about him, kicking the door down with way to much force, he went along with them to keep his family safe.

The look in his mother's eyes still haunts him. Her cries, her grip being broken by agents in white, as she's separated from her baby boy. It hurt both of them.

After a couple of new guards had been assigned to him, it wasn't hard to get out. Well, it was because he was held together with nothing but hasty stitches and luck, but overall, it wasn't the worst experience he's ever had.

And now they're after him.

He escaped nearly four months ago. He managed to get the inhibitor collar off, and therefore is fully healed, at least physically. He's spent all of his time running from one end of the country to another, trying the skies and the roads and even the seas. The only place where they can't follow, he's found, is the ground.

He usually hides out in small pockets that are just big enough for his lean frame, or the sewer system, but that's more open so he tries to avoid it. He travels with his flight and intangibility, and if he's in the sewers he uses his invisibility as well. It makes covering ground-literally-a hell of a lot easier.

Or, at least it was supposed to.

He's lucky he's invisible when he flies into this new place he's found himself in. It's not a sewer or compacted earth. It's an underground base, with tall ceilings and narrow halls, and if the purple bird guy is anything to go off of, it's also run by bad guys.

His metaphorical kryptonite, if you will.

Bad guys mean danger, and danger means he has to protect, but before he can do any of that he needs to figure out what the fuck they're even planning.

He follows the bird guy. He's quite prideful, and he talks about his plans openly to his direct underlings.

"The test was a success against Suneater," bird guy, Chisaki, is telling someone. "However, it seems as though the effects were only temporary. If we want to make any kind of change, we need to adjust the formula to make the quirklessness permanent."

"Do you want me to receive the girl for you?" Chisaki's assistant asks.

"No, her body is too exhausted to do anything. I'll have to continue my tests tomorrow. But do get her something to eat."

Danny's core hums in discontent. He's only gotten a few pieces of the puzzle, but he can't put them together quite yet. If there's a girl here that they're using for this permanent quirkless bullshit, he needs to find her.

He follows the assistant to the kitchen where he picks up a plate of something pretending to be food, and then to a large, locked door. Inside is dark, with nothing but a large bed, a million unopened toys, and a small, small girl, trembling in fear as the assistant comes in. She can't be older than five or six, and her arms and legs are covered in bandages.

I'll have to continue my tests tomorrow, Chisaki had said.

Danny understands what kind of tests they are.

The flash of metal. The burning just beneath his skin. The feeling of his skin being pried apart, and the way the tools poked and prodded at his muscles, his tendons, his core. He'll never forget the tink tink tink sound that Agent O's tweezers made as he poked Danny's core. The painful sensations going down his spine, so painful he couldn't even scream.

The door closing brings his attention back to the present. Right. Girl. Tests. Quirklessness. He has to get her out of here and get her somewhere safe.

He pokes his head back outside, and once he's sure nobody is coming back in, he pulls the rest of himself back in and takes a deep breath.

"Hi there," he whispers. The girl's head shoots up from the slop that was given to her, eyes wide and terrified. Danny drops his invisibility, and she scoots away from him.

"Hey, no, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I just-I'm...A hero? I'm gonna get you out of here."

"You can't," the girl tells him. "No way out. Or they'll-they'll hurt the nice hero..."

"I promise I'll make sure the nice hero is safe, too. What's your name?"

"I'm...I'm Eri..."

"Eri. Such a pretty name. My name is Danny. And, look. I don't-I know what they're doing to you is wrong and scary. And I get it. Tests have been run on me, too."

"Really?" Eri asks, voice full of childlike innocence as well as the world weariness he's only ever heard from adults.

Danny doesn't want to freak her out, so he pulls his sleeve up to his elbow and shows her the bright pink surgical scar running from wrist to elbow instead of the autopsy scar on his chest. She puts her hands out, and gently touches the raised skin, before looking up at Danny with something that looks like hope.

Danny gently pulls away and pulls his sleeve back down.

"I can get us out. But if I'm gonna do that, I need you to be very, very quiet, okay? Can you do that for me?"

Eri nods, and with her permission, Danny gently scoops her up. He pressed a long finger to his lips, and she mirrors him as she nods her head.

"Okay, this is going to be a little cold, okay? Now, shut your eyes, and hold on tight."

Eri shuts her eyes and hugs Danny's neck, burring her face in his shoulder. He slowly, as to not startle her, turns them invisible and intangible before lifting them up through the ceiling, through the dirt, and into the fresh air. When he's high enough he looks down and makes a mental note of where they are before flying away.

"Okay, you can look now," Danny says when they're far enough away. Her face moves, and he hears a small gasp. He drops the intangibility as well, letting the warm night air flow through her hair. And though she's not smiling or laughing, she does relax more in his arms.

It's the middle of the night, so they probably won't notice her gone until the morning. He thought about taking her to the police, but he also just doesn't rust them. Not after they ignored complaint after complaint about the abuse he went through when he was quirkless. And he's not going to touch the Hero Commission as long as he lives.

But he does know one safe place. He had applied, but because of reasons he never had a chance to actually take the test to get in. It's full of heroes and hero students, and if anybody is going to take care of this girl it would be them.

It takes a little while to figure out exactly where he is, but when he does he's quick to change his course and head to the only safe place he knows.

U.A. High School.

When they get there the sun is just peaking over the horizon. He doesn't want to waste time or energy with whatever security system they've got going on, so he turns them both intangible once more. he flies over the gates, and through the halls of the school before he eventually finds what has to be the principal's office.

When they arrive, said principle's head shoots up. He sniffs the air a couple of times before offering Danny a sharp toothed grin.

"If you're going to sneak in here you're going to have to try a lot harder than that," Nezu says, eyes the general area of where Danny is.

"Sorry, sir," Danny says as he drops his invisibility and intangibility. "I wasn't trying to sneak. Well, I was but not-anyway, never mind. This is Eri," he says, bouncing the sleeping girl on his hip. "I found her waiting to be experimented on by the Yakuza."

The explanation takes a while. Danny is protective and hasn't let go of Eri, but Nezu doesn't seem to mind that at all. At one point another hero joins them, and then two hero students who are interning under the guy who's spearheading the operation against Chisaki and the quirkless bullets he's been trying to make.

"This is all well and good, and we're thankful that you've rescued her," the older, dark haired hero says. "But what exactly were you doing there anyway?"

"I was just looking for a place to crash when I came upon them."

"In their underground base," the hero bluntly states, face emotionless except for the single, raised eyebrow. "Why not crash at home?"

"It's not safe. Not for me, anyway. I've been running from the Guys in White for months, and that's the first place they'd think to look for me."

The organization doesn't ring a bell for this new hero, but the principal sits up a little straighter. The hair on his back rises, and the smile he had been sporting is gone completely.

It opens up another line of questioning from the principal, who apparently has some personal beef with the organization. At some point Danny tentatively gets up to show him the surgical scars they've given him, as well as the autopsy scar on his torso. The hero students are sent out before that, though.

Danny sits back down, careful not to jostle Eri too much, but she ends up waking up anyway.

She doesn't recognize him. At least, not at first. But the panic takes over before her brain can stop her, and her quirk activates. Her horn is glowing, and Danny is trying to calm her down. It's affecting him. He can feel his body changing, but he ignores it in his attempt to get Eri to calm down.

And then, after what could only be a few seconds, it stops abruptly. Eri falls forward, exhausted from her quirk, and crawls back into Danny's lap before falling asleep again. When Danny looks back up, he's met with the glowing red eyes of the older hero. And, well, it doesn't take much more than that for a fanboy like Danny to figure out who he is.

"What was that?" Eraserhead asks.

"I have no idea," Danny answers. "This is the first time I've seen her use it. I feel...Better though. Not brand new, but not as tired as I've been lately."

"I have a theory," Nezu says, clapping his hands to get Danny's attention. "Danny, if you would please show us your chest scar once more?"

Danny once again gently puts Eri down on the couch before standing up and lifting his shirt.

"How fascinating," Nezu says. Danny quirks a brow, before looking down himself.

He's still got all of his ghost hunting scars. The burn from Skulker and the stab wounds from Technus, but the newest addition to his chest is gone. No more autopsy scar, as if it had never happened. Danny checks his arm, a little sad to see that that surgical scar is still there, but relieved altogether to find that he doesn't have to be reminded of what happened to him every time he looks in the mirror.

He pats his face, too. It feels less angular than it had been a few minutes ago. He hasn't been able to eat properly since being on the run, and he was only fed granola bars while under the custody of the GiW. But this, this saves him months of physical recovery. He's almost back to a healthy weight.

"It appears to not be a quirkless quirk, necessarily," Nezu says, "but some sort of rewind quirk. How interesting." Nezu turns to Eraserhead. "I'll contact Sir Nighteye. Please escort these two to Recovery Girl and have Lunch Rush make them something warm and hearty."

For the first time in months, as Eraserhead leads them both down the labyrinth of U.A., Danny allows himself to relax.

He knows, somewhere deep down that as long as he's under their care, he and Eri will be okay.

#danny fenton #danny phantom #giw #guys in white #ghost investigation ward #ua #nezu #eraserhead #eri #shouta aizawa #bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero acadeamia

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mortifiedatbeingknown · 8 months

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"An Odd Little Thing" (Pt. 7)

Masterpost:

She spent the rest of her day focusing on inventory, scrounging up the most valuable pieces of metal from around the workshop so that she could hopefully sell them off tomorrow. Once she got the rust off, they should get her a decent price, and she'd also get the chance to kill two birds with one stone and clean up the robot, too.

Right. That thing.

It was odd, how she could always feel it watching, even now when she had deliberately placed it so that its back was facing her. With one optic cracked and the other completely ripped put of its socket, he wouldn't have been able to see much, anyways, but that wasn't the point. It was the presence, the light that shone from behind those broken eyes as its motor softly whirred. It was the knowledge that on some level, no matter how basic, that android could think and feel. It could judge her. It was judging her.

And she could only imagine how low of an opinion it had regarding her.

Can't you scrap me now?

It had said it so matter-of-factly. As if it had been the only option available. As if she were stupid for not doing so sooner, for wasting its time when its decomission could have been quick and painless.

Can't you scrap me now?

Yes, she could. No, she didn't want to. That had been the answer she'd offered in reply, curtly and awkwardly. The robot had returned only silence, and if the answer was insufficient or unsatisfactory, it kept that to itself.

She was unsatisfied, however, and that she knew for sure. It was a weak answer, fuelled entirely by emotion, no cold logic or intelligent reasoning to back it up. It was entirely unlike her, against everything she ever stood for…

…and yet it was the only way her mind could explain itself.

She dumped the metal into a barrel full of cleaning solution, perhaps a bit more harshly than was needed. The liquid splashed and sloshed over the edge, and the android began to whimper.

"Your turn now," She said casually as she picked it up.

"Don't!"

"Oh, what do you want now?!" She grumbled.

"D-d-drown!" It cried. "C-c-c-c-cant swim!"

"You're not gonna drown."

The robot didn't even hear her. It's voice box was stuck in a repetitive loop of "C-c-c-can't…"

She held back her sigh. If she was practically blind, with all her limbs paralyzed, and about to be dunked in fluids who knew how deep, she would probably not be all that cooperative either. Still, that didn't mean patience came easily to her, far from it.

"Let's just take it easy, OK?"

She tucked the robot under one arm as she hunted around for a container that would be just the right size. Too big, too small… there. She dumped out its contents and placed her android inside, its head poking out. It was trembling.

"This is just a little something to clean off the rust. Nothing that can hurt ya, promise." To prove her point, she stuck a finger in the mixture and dabbed it against the robot's cheek. "See? How's that feel?"

Her only reply was a gargle of static. She could only hope it was a positive response.

"I'm just gonna let you soak for a bit. Easy does it…"

She grabbed a smaller container and scooped in the cleaning agent, one bucketful at a time. The liquid sloshed over the robot's ankles, then its knees, then it's waist, and…

"Don't"

She stopped just shy of his arm joints. A shame really. Those were in the most in need of it. She settled for wrapping them in damp cloths, and then doing the same for his neck.

"How's that feel?" She asked.

The robot hummed.

She kept a close eye on him as she got to work washing the other pieces of metal. It wasn't trembling and it wasn't crying, which was all she could say. If the android enjoyed the experience, it was impossible to tell. There it was again, always looking at her, with that blind, cracked, empty vision.

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"How does that feel?"

…

Does not compute.

The monster's touch had never been rough, he had to admit. Though it could, and it had by far enough strength to do so and much worse, his memory banks could not recall a time where it had taken advantage of such a thing. Throughout his entire stay he had not been yanked, or pulled, or thrown, or dropped, or crushed, and it had yet to lose a single limb.

But this? This was completely different. There was a word for it, one he was not familiar with. But the closest synonym he could offer up was "careful."

Careful.

Her hands whispered over his limbs as if they were made of glass, or porcelain, fragile and expensive instead of sturdy, durable plastic. The washcloth scrubbed against every joint, every crack, every divot, but it didn't hurt. No, no, the opposite. It made him feel cleaner. It made him feel more alive. It…

His programming stuttered as the monster gave one of his legs a gentle tug. And for the first time, the first time in…

Internal clock malfunctioning.

The joint moved. Easily. Just as if he were new, fresh out of manufacturing. Knee, ankle, hip, all of them. And then once again, as if to confirm that it hadn't been a glitch.

"There we go." The monster said. And just like that, it moved on to his other leg.

He found himself torn, wanting the moment to never end, but also desperately waiting for the return of his limbs' functionality. He wasn't brace or stupid enough to test if he could move on his own yet, but that didn't mean he wanted the touch to leave. One by one, his joints came back to life. He could move. He could walk.

You could escape.

The logic froze him stiff. A few days earlier, it wasn't a second thought, but now…

Does not compute.

The monster had picked him up… took away his pain… let him move…

Does not compute.

It didn't want to scrap him.

Does not compute.

It used its time to fix him when–

Does not–

Does not…

"That should be it." The monster declared, clapping its hands together. "Try stretching out a bit. I need to know if there's any internal damage."

First one leg. Then the other. Arms. Neck. And finally, all at once.

Perfect.

He'd never felt better. And it was all because of the being he had feared the most. The monster. His final punishment.

…

…Does not compute.

#robot whump #whump writing #whumpee #whump #reluctant caretaker #odd little thilng

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scaraberri · 1 month

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Celestial Symphony

[04: The past cant change]

[scaramouche x Fem!reader]

Word count: 1k

Note: hi

Eula, Sara , Kokomi , Noelle , Duchess (?)

Eula walked through the hallways of [l/n] manor. Its clear that duke [l/n] is quite a popular aristocrat from all the expensive art placed through the hallways, whether they were gifts or rewards. No matter what prestige he holds that never makes him a good father nor a good man…

The Knight opens the door to the room she had been searching, slowly turning the door knob.

“Lady Lawrence” the Duchess greets her, smiling at her

“Your grace” Eula slight bows her head but that’s all the respect she’s getting form her

They stand in awkward silence before the duchess speaks again “Please come have a seat” she motions to the empty chair Infront of her.

Eula closes the door behind her before going to sit next to the duchess.

“So how have her studies been” the duchess asks signaling a maid to fetch her some tea

“They’ve been going good actually, she’s a quick learner” Replies, the maid now having brought some tea and was pouring in into two cups

“I see so I’m guessing she’s now on par with most children of the aristocracy” The duchess said raising her cup to her lips…

The cup barely stops near Eula’s lips “Pardon?”

“Oh, its nothing” She smiles yet again “What I mean is it’s surprising a child like her even managed survive a month”

“What are you saying?” Eula glares at the duchess, she will not tolerate any insults thrown her way, especially if it concerns her student.

“I’m sure that someone of pure noble blood as your self can understand”

“Her existence is a pure mistake honestly it should be as if she never existed in the first place-”

Crack

“Lady Eula…” the duchess stares Blankley at the broken cup as pieces of glass slipped from Eula’s hand

“Apologies I understand that was some off your best Tupper wear” Eula stares at the shards of glass on the floor “I’ll make it up to you”

See doesn’t even spare a glance and quickly walks out the door

The maid hesitantly approaches the broken pieces of glass on the floor as she looks up to see the duchess’s expression

“Your grace”

“I’m fine Lenora….” She places her head on her hand

“I’ll convince her sooner or later”

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…

“Your grace” Noelle’s head pops into your line of sight blocking your view of the ceiling.

“Is something wrong?” you ask, barely moving a muscle.

“Should we perhaps go out on a stroll? I don’t think staying in that position for long is good for your blood flow…”

“…I don’t really feel like it” you look to the side…Noelle frowns at this…

“Your grace is everything alright?” Noelle asks her voice much quieter that it originally was

“Huh…oh…no I’m fine” you smile

“You’re not, why is it that every time you smile you seem so … tired?”

tired

tired?...

“[n/n] please tell me what’s wrong…I’m supposed to be your personal maid, I’m supposed to help your grace with any matter big or small…”

You sigh deeply catching Noelle by surprise

“I guess … I am tired” you start, Noelle gently holds your hand before you continue

“I’m so sick of this house, I’ve only been here for a month and I hate it. No one’s telling me anything … No one told me what I have to do now, that I’m an heir …” you hugged your knees burying your face in them

“I-…I want to know how he died; I want to know where he’s buried. He was my brother … the only one I had …”

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It was spring at the time. You were in your house’s backyard, picking up flower petals that fell in from your neighbor’s flower tree. Your mother was currently cooking whatever you were suppose to have for dinner, but your 4-year-old self could care less.

You messily held onto the petals, looking up at the tree they fell from. You lowered your gaze only to stop the person who had been stalking you from the bushes.

“…hi” The stranger said

“…” you just stare at, After all what else is a baby supposed to say?

The stranger stands up from the bushing tripping 3 times trying to get out of it…

You stare at the fallen stranger quietly, but to him it looked like you were having the intent of killing him with the silent stare.

He sits up, meeting your level “So…”

…

You pick out a flower petal stuck in his hair, and show it to him

“O-oh a petal” he hold it “haha .. I guess it got stuck when I was stuck in the bush”

He looks up at your small form

“you look so much like me…” he gently stretches your cheeks

“same hair color”

“same eyes”

“hmm” well that’s the first time he heard your voice with in your whole interaction

“What your name baby?” the young boy stands up

…

“[Nn]…”

“[Nn]??? Like…[n/n]???” god he cannot process a word your saying

“Yesh..” you give him a thumbs up…or at least you try to…

“So your [n/n]” he ruffles your hair, as he smiles to himself

The happy moment was however cut short with the taller figure looming behind the two of you…

“What. Are. You. Doing. Here.”

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Noelle shut’s the door behind her as she enters the study. “Lady Eula” She greet Eula who was sitting on her chair reviewing some papers.

“You came later than expected, did something happen”

Noelle thinks back to when you had cried about how you felt isolated within the dutchy but chose not to bring it up yet.

“There were some extra errands that I had to run within the dutchy that’s all-”

“Now don’t be rude” Noelle is caught off guard, a familiar voice cuts her voice…

“Aren’t you going to greet us?” Sara crosses her arms, while kokomi sips tea sitting beside her

“Ah- Lady Kokomi, Lady Kujou-! I didn’t notice you-” Noelle bow’s

“You don’t have to panic Sara was just messing with you” Kokomi chuckles

“Don’t take it to heart” Sara adds…

Noelle stays silent for a minute “Why was I called here?”

“No reason, The marchioness just wanted to see you” Eula tosses the papers she was reading on to her desk

“Oh, so that’s what you were reading” Sara get up from her seat on the sofa…” The missing reports that Viscount Loske was Struggling over, I heard they went missing…so you stole them?”

“Of course, not what do you take me for, it was a package, I have yet to find the sender”

“Guess the shame of the Lawrence clan wouldn’t stoop so low”

“Oh, keep it to yourself you ill-bred witch”

Sara scans over the documents “There's notes too” she flips through the pages

Noelle just stares at the two when kokomi motioned her to sit next to her, Noelle slowly makes her way to the marchioness and sits next to her

“How has [y/n] been?” kokomi asks, but with the look Noelle has on her face its doesn’t seem good…

“She said she felt isolated … that no one was telling her anything and it made her feel unimportant”

“I can only guess as much, unlike mine her situation much more different from so I’m not sure my advice can be helpful … has she made any friends yet”

“She hasn’t left her room enough to do that yet” Noelle mentally sobs, burying her face in the palms of her hands “I don’t want my lady to turn into a shut in!”

“Don’t worry Noelle she won’t” Kokomi pats Noelle’s back “I’m sure she’ll be fine with such a dedicated maid by her side” That alone is not enough to rest Noelle’s worries.

The two shift their focus onto the other two bickering Infront of the desk

“It’s detailed” Sara comments

“Isn’t it a felony if you steal Documents from the tenryou commission” Eula asks having her arms crossed

“It is, but who care right now, look at this. Whoever did this clearly had the intention of helping”

…

“You who know it is, don’t you?”

Sara hums in response “I’ve seen this handwriting before”

Eula only scoffs, of course she knew

Kokomi finally stands up from her seat walking towards the two, Noelle following her behind slowly

“Let’s leave it at this for now, we have other matters to discuss, beside we can’t crack the case without [y/n] being here”

“You want to bring her into this?” Eula asks

“It’s only fair, After all this is her brother we’re talking about”

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Masterlist:

#wanderer x reader #wanderer x y/n #scaramouch x y/n fluff #scaramouche x reader fluff #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader fluff #kunikuzushi x y/n #genshin scaramouche #beryl.is.free

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I was not ready to read about Lilah and Lexa's complicated relationship 😭 I understand why Lilah thinks and behaves the way she does as she constantly compares her two moms and prefers to spend more time with Jenny since she's cooler and less restrictive than Lexa. How many times has Jenny upset Lilah with another broken promise? How does Lexa comfort her sad daughter? Is there an event where Lilah gets an epiphany that Jenny might not be the best mom? I want all of them to have a happy ending

Both kids, but especially Delilah, have Jenny on a pedestal. She's a journalist who's constantly traveling all over the world, she brings them cool gifts and for the one weekend a month she has them she lets them eat and do whatever they want. I mean, what is a boring primary school teacher next to an international journalist, right? The kids just don't realize the reason Jenny can have that life is because she barely has them with her. They dont realize that the reason they went from seeing Jenny every 2 weeks to once a month was because Jenny requested it and not the other way around. But Lexa also knows how much her kids adore Jenny, and they already have her talking shit about Lexa, so Lexa refuses to talk shit about Jenny back. But that also means Lexa is the bad guy when anything happens and Jenny is the savior who can give the kids everything they want as long as she isn't taking care of their daily needs.

Jenny is constantly promising both kids stuff she doesn't keep. And granted, most of the time it's work related stuff she can't refuse but it is still putting her job and her wants in front of the kids and it does break them heart everytime. Alex is used to it, or at least he pretends he is okay with it but Delilah always takes it so hard. She adores her mom. Because she never lived with Jenny full time except when she was a newborn, being with Jenny is always so exciting, its like having a cool aunt who takes ever everywhere.... because thats almost what Jenny is, an aunt that comes around once a month, hell, even aunt Anya sees them more often!

Lexa always does her best to comfort Delilah particularly, who wil cry and sob and slam her bedroom door when she learns they aren't seeing mom this month. More drawings Delilah did for her are added to the pile for next month and she just misses her you know? She tries, she really does. And luckily Delilah tends to be receptive to that comfort, the cuddles and take out dinner, going bowling or to the movies just to get their heads out of it. But then there are those times where Delilah blames it on Lexa. A part of her always blames Lexa every since Jenny told her she wanted to stay together as a family but Lexa asked for the divorce. For Delilah, Lexa broke their family apart before Delilah even got to be a full part of it. Alex gets it so much better. He was small but he remembers the screaming, he remembers Delilah only a few months old crying while Lexa struggled to deal with her and Alex and get the house in order while keeping up with her job. He remembers the look of sadness on Lexa's face that would disappear for a few minutes when she had both her babies in her arms when everything else seemed to be falling apart.

Luckily, when Delilah has the realization that Jenny was rather neglectful during their childhood, Jenny as turned a page and become more involved. And Clarke is the big reason for that. Because she is the one who screams at Jenny with tears in her eyes that she's hurting these precious kids and that Lexa is constantly picking up the pieces when she says she cant see them again and yet she has the time to fly in and try to tell Lexa that she can't date a woman so much younger than her simply because she she says so and use the kids she barely sees as an excuse.

A bit of a spoiler but Lexa and Clarke adopt a kid of about 12 when Alex is in college and Delilah is ending high school. And I think that's when Delilah fully realizes the shit Jenny put her through. Because while Clarke's income surely helps a lot when it comes to the financial burdens Lexa had, Delilah sees Lexa be the mom she always was to her and Alex and realize how much she ignored Lexa's efforts to elevate Jenny's who where barely efforts at all. And how Clarke is nothing like Jenny, how it becomes clear that her mom was never the problem but her other mom was the one who wasn't set to be a parent and instead blamed her short comings on the parent that tried her best for her kids.

Lilah has a talk with Lexa a bit before she leaves for college and apologizes for all but Lexa tells her she has nothing to apologize for. Lexa should have fought agaisnt Jenny harder and while she's glad Clarke made her see how she was treating her kids and her ex, Lexa feels like she should have been the one to have the guts to tell her all of that. But she was tired of constantly fighting and they were divorced and Lexa was scared that now that they were older and asked with who they wanted to be with they would both choose Jenny. Lexa can handle losing everything, but not her kids. They have a good cry about it and whiwl their relationship was so much better now, it really healed some wounds for before :)

#letter opened #au: milf!lexa #oof thats a long answer 😅

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lvxybby · 9 months

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Music Ties (kurt cobain x fem reader) (pt4) WARNINGS: drug usage ------------------------------------------------

i rolled around im my bed, my hands covering my face. "oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!" i yelled as i rolled side to side. i was fangirling over kurt. i just met him and hes my new boss! its all happening way too fast. maybe im just confused. but when i think of him i get butterflies. i think of his giggles and his shining smile. i think of his beautiful blonde locks dangling in front of his beautiful sculpted face. his ocean blue eyes that look like saucers that can take you anywhere you can imagine. his hands. his arms. his waist. every single detail about him was perfect. oh god. i do really love him. but i cant stop thinking of his face...i need relief. i sigh before looking at my end table. i open the small drawer to reveal a pipe, lighter, grinder, and baggie of weed. i take out a bud and put it into the grinder. i twist the cap a few times before opening the bottom to show perfectly grinded weed. i take some and put it in my pipe. i set my grinder on the small table and take my first hit. soon i loose track and end up smoking 4 or 5 bowls. im so high i cant tell if anything is real. i set my pipe and lighter down and crawl under my blankets. i snuggle against the layers of covers and pillows. i pull one of the pillows to my side and start to cuddle it. i didnt even realise i was thinking of kurt while cuddling the pillow. i grew tired and i was so curious to look at the time but i was too lazy. i slowly drifted to sleep. i woke up to the light peeking into my window. i sat up feeling very well rested and checked the time. 10:34. i grunted while starting to get dressed

Kurts pov: "dave get the fuck up! we gotta clean this shit!" i yelled at him. he groaned before standing. "fine..." he said starting to pick up the trash on the table. the apartment was now fairly clean...mostly since ive been cleaning since 6 this morning. i look over at all my guitars scattered in a corner instead of being put up. Y/N would think bad of that...she takes good care of her stuff unlike me...im trashy and whiny. i take them and start to put them on stands. except for the broken ones. i throw them in the closet. i look into my room. Extremely trashy. torn posters everywhere. pipes and bongs and it reeks of weed...i wonder if she smokes... soda were cans scattered on the floor along with chip bags. my bed was messed up. clothes sticking out of drawers, on the floor and under the bed. my notebooks were messed up on my shelf. and there was paint materials everywhere. i sigh before i start picking up everything. dave was busy cleaning the small kitchen we shared that was also a mess. it was disgusting. expired food. dirty counters. muddy floor. and for some reason there were clothes in there. i put all of the dirty clothes in my laundry hamper that was almost full to the brim. a scrub the dry paint off the walls and floor i put all my smoking things up in the very top of my closet. i pick up every single piece of trash and take the garbage out numerous times cause of it. i fixed my books, took down torn posters and made my bed. by this time it was noon and i was so tired from it. dave finished with the kitchen and swept the apartment. finally everything was clean. besides the smell. "dave do we have any candles or air fresheners?!" i shouted from my room. "yeah i think in the...bathroom cabinet!" he replied from the living room. i sprinted into the bathroom and opened the cabinet and snatched out the only Air Wick we had. i lit it and set it in the living room. soon all the smells of marijuana was gone.

Y/N pov: i was finally ready. i did my makeup and got dressed. im ready to leave. i got in my car and began my drive to kurts place. it was a 45 minute drive so i best hurry. the drive was nice and peaceful. i was prepared to do this. and make it forever..the question is...how am i gonna tell my current band mates im leaving them...that doesnt matter now. i was about to reach kurts apartment and i dont need to be upset. i pull into the steep driveway to his apartment. it was a 2 story building and kurts apartment was on top. i walked up the metal spiral stairs. i prepare myself to see him...will it be obvious i like him?. i take a deep breath before knocking.

#krist novoselic #kurt cobain #kurt cobain x reader #nirvana #dave grohl #part 5 soon

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moonchildstyles · 2 years

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How do you think Aster H would react to a news along the lines of Angel getting hurt!?

Like maybe he's at the tattoo parlour busy with a client when Niall/Louis/Liam/Zayn just barge in and let him know that his phone kept ringing on the front desk and it was a call from the hospital for Y/N who has him listed as the emergency contact and they've asked him to come there. I feel since they don't disclose what happened to her over the phone he'll be panicking and reaches the hospital and is overall agitated because he doesn't know what's happened and they won't let him get to her quicker because of all the details and stuff. But like it's a relief when he gets to her and knows its nothing serious but maybe a sprained ankle or a broken bone at the worst. And she's a bit teary eyed and sniffling and he's just so happy to find her in one piece albeit a bit worn down and hurt but still his sweet Angel!!

omg like normally h doesn't leave his phone up front so he doesn't get the calls at all but then her emergency contact also had the shop number on their and when Niall picks up the phone there and its the hospital and they cant disclose details bc its not harry who answered and all but just that they needed to notify him and all the things so its like a little bit of a panic bc what the fuck happened that the hospital had to literally call them to tell h to go see y/n like what but as soon as he tells h like its like everything changes in a split second like he can't even concentrate like he has to stop tattooing an he barely gets out a sorry and that the boys will take care of them or idk he literally can't think hes just got his phone and his keys and hes gone leaving like everything else there and hes literally frantic trying to get there and youre right like a little agitated by the time hes at the hospital and trying to figure out where she is and what happened and just !!!!!!!! theres so much happening and he swears his stomach is trying to eat his entire body bc theres so much anxiety and fear in him over this:( and I can almost see :( like since they won'y let him see her right away for some paperwork reason :( that it just like slips :( and he calls her his wife :( even tho they aren't married or anything :( but omf the second he sees her and shes just got her ankle wrapped up and a pair of crutches off to the side of her bed and one of the nurses going over aftercare and all the little things w her and an x-ray light up on the wall of her ankle and shes all teary and he can tell shes just not okay and so scared like he just knows her so well and its just :( and the second she sees him she starts crying again and the nurse just lets them have that moment when h wraps her up and lets her cry into him and he gets teary too bc he was sosososos scared he assumed the absolute worse and as much as it hurts him to see her hurt at all at least shes okay and awake :( and I can see him sitting w her and being there and asking the nurse all these questions about how to take care of her ankle and just being so :(((( the best for her :(

#anon #ask #aster inspo #concept

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uniquezombiedestiny · 7 months

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oh who would design such a useless machine..... (thanks bean :3 this song is so fucking good. me song* tbh.)

*us song bc ash is hopeless lmao (not in a bad way!! im just dragging her to have hope!! -? [lol -a])

thinks about owen and bella as this song. man.

lenme get some good lyrics rq o7

it could be better off as one or the other, but combining it is fun. id say this is primarily an owen song.

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I messed it up

I did my best but sometimes that’s not quite enough - bella <3 shes trying so hard but it seems meaningless after so long tbh. just not quite enough... yet, right? shell just work harder

Siena says it’s not my fault, but I don’t know

I moved too fast and when it came time I could not let go - both of those are owen as fuck (this ones bella too tbh. she cant let go of her childhood yet...). hes never moved on from the "wow the horrors! guess ill become jaded and cold and closed off" phase

And I try to explain but I can’t spell the words right - owen and bella, while varyingly intune with their emotions, find it hard to describe them.

It’s a useless machine, it’s a black car with no headlights - sounds like a description about bella from someone in t589.

And I try and try to fall asleep - owen. depression moment. he wants to dream and sleep forever

Cause things feel fine inside my dreams most of the time - bella <3 shes a big dreamer! she has high hopes where itll all be okay

I can’t tell the difference - owen's kinda muted the world. its all the same to him. bella, atleast right now/in the training team, can ignore the cold reality and live happily here with her training team friends.

And what a waste

A hundred days and change, I threw it all away - owen's stayed the same all along. he's degraded.

With all the progress that I made, I messed it up - from the feeling, moving kid he was to an unfeeling adult.

And when the bed is empty, why do I wake up

If I just think about the different ways to die? - theres so so much violence, so so so many ways to die every day. why is it so on his mind (the timeloop he keeps dying in the timeloop [and the past trauma <3])

And I try to explain but I can’t spell the words right

It’s a useless machine, it’s a black car with no headlights

And I try and try to fall asleep

Cause things feel fine inside my dreams most of the time

I can’t tell the difference

My head’s got a feeling, but what does it mean? - both of themmm. owen tends to not look into his feelings but i dont think he understands them well tbh. this could be fc!bellas dissociation and c127!bellas general feelings of rage and wanting to kill the alternate.

I stay in the water, I never feel clean - both of them @ eachother. they think the others hands are clean (they arent. they both feel guilty)

If I can’t find meaning then why should I dream? - owen. he's never been as much of a dreamer as bella is. there's not much meaning to be found in it. but tbh he is a dreamer he just suppressed it bc its all just some fantasy shit right? its never happening so..... why bother

Oh, who would design such a useless machine? - he designed himself. he thinks its his fault hes becoming "useless."

My body is broken, I can’t even eat - depression... 2! this ones owen baby.

When the going got tough, you decided to leave - this ones fun. this could be actually vengeful bc bella distances herself from others as her story goes on (and owen does the same!! so it could be them @ eachother), but i think this is both of them @ themselves. theyre so guilty <3

So why keep on going if I can’t succeed? - bellas dreams being shattered and such, and owen just... not being happy. hes fine just. fine forever.

Oh, who would design such a useless machine? - they both crashed and burned. why were they made this way?

But enough’s enough

Because there’s no one else to pick the pieces up - bella and her broken dreams. pick them up!!! theyre still there!!!

And I’ve got nowhere else to fall - owen and himself generally. the only way to go now is up.

Because I’m spending too much time asleep

Cause things feel safe inside my dreams - these two are owen too (this ones bella tho!). its safer to just rot away and pretend to be control but theres better ways to live than that!! the light and hope are right there!! the "dreams" could even be c127 itself.

But there must be a difference between the ceiling and the sky - owen, since this is about c127 only. there's more to life than this, isnt there? there has to be. he'll find it himself. the ceiling and sky are the l corp containment unit ceiling and the city's sky, or the sky outside the library

And I try to explain but I can’t spell the words right

It’s a useless machine, it’s a black car with no headlights

And I try and try to fall asleep, but I can’t outrun anything - there's no giving up now. even if he tried, the librarians wouldnt let him

Or anyone till I run out of life - he has to save his friends!!! he could never truly go on without them. if he left them to die/remain distorted forever hed never outrun the guilt

And that’s the only way to die

And that’s the only way - hope is the only way forward.

#owen #bella #fc!bella #lc ocs #oc lyrics #bing bang boom all the tags!

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I love that Isla is pro Harry and Hera! And wants them to be happy together. It makes me so 🥺🥹 that she was the person both Hera and Harry called right after they broke up. She is the best friend ever.

The way she said she’s going to reach out to Anne and Gemma to keep those relationships open!!!

I love how he just put it all out there on the table. So that he didn’t shove his feelings down and leave feeling worse about it.

I don’t like how Hera reacted simply bc I want them back together. BUT. I get why she reacted that way. And I’m still obsessed with the paragraph of Hera talking about Harry when they were together! And then him calling Isla right after again 😭

Hera going to Gemma!!! You are trying to kill me!! A friend and big sister 🥹 I love their relationship and how comfortable Hera feels having this talk with her. Knowing that this family only wants what’s best for her and to be happy. I feel so bad that Hera feels selfish. She’s not at all and I’m glad Gemma told her that. “Don’t let me disappear” 😭

And I say it again, Isla is the best friend. I love their relationship so much!!

I CANT WAIT FOR THE DATE!!!! I feel like I’ll be blushing and kicking my feet the whole time!!

Side note:

I know you have it all planned out already and I’m probably wrong lol but I’m getting exes to friends to lovers vibes. Idk why. I feel like after this date they’ll become friends again. And grant starts to have insecurities around that. It will cause a fight with grant. And then Harry will be there to pick up the pieces and they’ll get back together. Idk idk idk. Just thoughts lmao

(i’m going to comment on everything you commented on because i also have lots of thoughts! thank you so much for your message, it means the world to me!)

isla seriously is the best friend. she’s been there for hera through everything and after working with harry and being around him for so long when he was dating hera, she subsequently became his best friend, too. after the break, she really was the only person they both could call. it was painful for all of them, in that moment. hera really needs to reach out to anne and gemma. they were her family for a very long time and when you build connections like that, it’s very hard to get rid of. harry really just said it. blurt it out without any hesitation. and i think, as much as it hurt to hear it in that way, it’s what they both needed. for all those pent up emotions and words to finally be said. out loud. the paragraph of hera telling harry everything he means to her will forever be one of my favorite things i’ve ever written. his call to isla. heart broken. hera and gemma used to be so close, and i think we will be seeing more of that as time goes on and things progress naturally between her and harry. again, isla is the best and i can’t deny it. and yes, the date! it’s going to be very special, let me tell you. i think you all are going to be shocked when you see what he has planned and what happens, and what doesn’t happen. the angst and drama and love awaits!

thoughts on your side note: i cannot confirm nor deny how easily hera and harry will get back together, but you all know me and you know i love a happy ending, it’s just a matter of how long it takes to get there and what issues may arise.

#delicate point of view asks #ask matildashoney #i got imagines for a heart #submit to matildashoney

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mlem2460 · 1 year

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marvel au: good cop thor n bad cop loki

everythin basically same set up, but all opinions on loki n thor dynamic? public speculation. jealous loki, prideful thor, n sibling rivalry turned tragedy? rumors started by asgardian equivalent of gossip columns. people talk bout em like they the kardashians. sif n the warriors three major attitudes? palace servants takin lil things way outta proportion.

thor uses his naturally sunshine puppy look n personality to gauge peoples intentions, surprisingly good for intel gathering. no major change, hes still a jock, just one with a golden heart n sum tricks picked up fr his mastermind lil bro. strong leader, relies on each friends specialty n makes final calls. believes in fairness n honor.

lokis the group strategist; first to suggest takin advantage of public opinion to their favor. he respects older bro cause thor values his insight. hybrid wine aunt n mom friend. will fret if u arent eating well, will also laugh n help u avoid consequences for starting an international incident while everything burns around em. self sacrificing, gets on frens nerves.

sif cast as hypocritical misogynist that hates loki as her opposite, when really they r thick as thieves n casually overturn the patriarchy after brunch. self care w loki after beating sexist pig appointment at twelve. regular appointments to salon loki to touch up her roots n bitch bout judgmental cis hets. is blunt brute force, straightforward attitude often misinterpreted. not close to many, but love fiercely those she comes to care for. shes here to kick ass n laugh w her frens while doin it, get out her way.

fandral seen as quippy air-headed man whore, actually soft boy guarding himself w sarcasm but falls in love way too easily n consequently gets his heart broken on the regular. sif once told him to cry her a river. now he randomly crashes their patriarchy pummeling brunches to bitch bout his latest 'true love.' it vexes sif, but she wont tell him to stop cause she needs to kno how these unworthy pieces of crap treated her shield bro; overprotective but wont admit it. loki thinks its hilarious n asks fandral questions that fire him back up every time he starts to calm down. when necessary, fandrals a master actor who can play any part n blend in anywhere. well traveled n smooth talkin, very diplomatic.

they say hogun is grim cause of his mean right hook n grunts that often act as dialogue with few words sprinkled in. quick, forceful, n sever r words strangers use to describe him. n theyre accurate... for his fighting style. personality wise? poor baby has social anxiety n neurodivergent enough to have trouble making eye contact. hes not dismissing u, he just cant get the words out. hes not lookin down on u or aloof, hes focusin on what ur sayin its just hard for him to make eye contact. once he feels comfortable w u, he still doesnt talk that much, but more cause he dont kno how to not be straightforward n prefers to use physical touch or wordless sounds to communicate. actually, his frens understand his 'language' more when he isnt straining to use words. hogun expresses himself a million different ways; walk, volume, facial expression, stims, humming, etc. but in front of strangers? blank slate. no thoughts, head empty, panic mode on. frens presence soothes enough for a few words but no more than that right now.

volstagg is deemed irresponsible glutton ready to laugh at a joke hes unaware was made at his expense. honestly he... doesnt kno how he got here. he married the best cook in asgard that he loves even more than her signature pies! they have quite a few little ones running around as proof of that. so howd he end up here? after hed given up his job on the battlefield to watch the babies while supporting his wife pursuing her culinary passion, how the heck did he end up in an actual fren group that wasnt his kids friends moms. maybe when his bold lil girl managed to get a magic lesson fr a prince to pass her upcoming test? or when thor showed his son a new sword technique that hes never even before? no, the moment he recognized that his princes, futre of the realm, treasures of asguard, masters of their fields, were the smartest dumbest people in all the nine. u kno those best frens that r smart individuals, but once they get together do sum of the dumbest shit uve ever seen? thor n loki everyone. n how was a jolly house spouse that commands a small fleet of children supposed to look at these reckless troublemakers n not half adopt them?? his childen gains uncles n auntie while his wife kicks out the house every once in a while to 'go have fun w ur frens.' dad fren, scolds n frets n compliments. is always right n is too nice to say so but everyone knos anyway. prob most mentally stable one of the fren group, resident therapist/advisor. lives in the silver lining n laughs a jokes made by strangers bout him cause he thinks it hilarious how wrong n ignorant they r. wont n dont got to explain jack to nobody bout anythin, so he mind his business n loves life.

heimdall is constantly exasperated but doesnt get paid enough fo dis

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cold-arrow · 1 year

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Doctor’s notes, Book 5 part 13

| Skyward / The Icespires | summary, things of note since last entry: boarding ship, destination broken gift, Sir Angelo's insights dwarven city, the king and his double directions, A visit from Varan. the Yak-Folk | 1 / 6 | its been quiet. too quiet for a while now. Even with Sir Angelo filling some the of the deafening silence. it feels… foreboding. I still wake up each morning, if not in the middle of the night, terrified. But I don’t even remember any of my dreams, or nightmares. I am… concerned to say the least. If When – She -- comes back again. I… don’t know what I am gonna do. Or if ill be able to even do anything usefull. Our audience with the damned king only further proving how useless I am. I try to keep myself busy, but I don’t have much to do or distract myself with. I… I just have to keep going. I can not stop. Even it the weight… It just gets heavier. by the day. Even if the others lessen the burden. Still want to do something to return th apqklkgsht maybe that’s something I can preoccupy myself with.

| 2 / 6 | things went better then expected when we boarded the ship. The crew was… still distant as expected. but… it didn’t feel, or seem as bad as last time. Lym, has been staring daggers at her brother though it feels like. Or... it’s hard to tell. She hasn’t talked to him yet. And kept quiet thusfar for the most part. Just waiting and observing. … I gave our directions to the captain. Though it was a bit of an awkward conversation. I don’t know if that’s just me though. or how I am. Or my scepticism, of everything being deceptively alright on the ship. Or… I don’t know. Everything “seems” fine thusfar. But I guess only time will tell, once we’ve actually set sail. and settled in again on the ship. * the captain was a bit confused by the lack of direction or specifics for our destination. I… tried to be as clear as I could, and that we atleast needed to go to the Icespires, northeast of Sundabar. But, without knowing the exact location, It’s a bit difficult appearently. I will have to either discuss with Baras or send him to the captain instead, as to what were gonna do once we arrive the mountain range. And where we’re gonna go, once we get there. The prophecy wasn’t really specific as id like it to have been in hindsight.

| 3 / 6 | I havnt heard any yelling from Lym, or her brother yet. Which, is a good sign. And he still seems to be in one piece. So… judging by how Lym seems to be in a much better mood. Or at least not as worried as before, i guess things went well (?) for the most part. -- I expected sir Angelo to be sea sky-sick, the moment we set off. and I prepared some nausea meds for him just, in case. But, he’s made of sturdier stuff that I thought. And mostly is just excited and curious about the whole flying cart thing. He’s been haunting the gnome twins relentlessly, and bombarding them with questions every opportunity het gets. But… I don’t think he’s realized yet. That there are actually two of them, and that when one gets tired of his endless stream of inquires, the other one takes over. I am… unsure if I should tell him. -- I think I should be able to utilize either the ship’s onboard forge, or the fire elemental engine, to start working on the small gift I had In mind. I should have everything I need, and ill probably opt for the elemental to help me out, since it seems kind of appropriate. -- it broke. I don’t know whether – She – somehow manifested and did that. Or if she;s just forever cursed my luck. But… it broke, beyond repair. And I cant even fix them. I… was hoping to – do and take care of -- this small gesture. As a thank you. But I guess im not even allowed to do that. I could buy a new later perhaps. Start again. But… It felt important, atleast to me, to do it now. I guess it will just have to wait.

| 4 / 6 | Lym managed to cheer me up a bit ( bless her heart.) She probably picked up on the fact that I was even more depressed then usual. So she offered to try and teach a bit of Infernal. Which I very much welcomed the distraction of. It’s… quite a challenging language to learn it seems. Possibly because it’s feels like the complete opposite to celestial. Like in almost every linguistic aspect. And I’m having a hard time following her explanations sometimes as well. her teaching style is a bit more… intuitive, then logical. Perhaps its because she grew up learning the language. Unlike me, who is just some middle-aged bloke, with more tools then words for a brain unfluent in pretty much any language besides common. But, Im taking good notes. And her instructions on pronunciation are actually quite a bit more intuitive then I would have thought. I dread our future lessons of grammar however. but ill see when I get there. -- had a… curious interaction with Angelo. Which was Infuriating and amusing at the same time. We tried to… “edecuate” feels like the wrong word. enlighten him? Or provide a different perspective on why unmarried woman aren’t inferior or weak at all. or lesser. though he seems good natured and usually intends well. The years of doctrine that he’s seems to have been subjected to, from those in Gauntylgrimm. They are tenacious I guess. We tried: Explaining it to him. Which went about as well as you might expect, he… isn’t the brightest fellow. So, I thought I should perhaps give him a demonstration instead. And gave him one of my alter-self elixirs. Once he’d drank it, I simply told him to think of a woman in his live. And… he changed into pretty much a female copy of himself. His mother apparently. I guess her bloodline runs pretty strong. (including herself.) He changed into Lym as well, at somepoint. And I suggested maybe doing some physical exercises, to prove that woman are equally strong if not stronger than men. But…. It didn’t really get the point across sadly, I don’t think. And he actually agrees that woman are in fact strong So I still don’t understand why… or what exactly the belief or issue is. Is it the unmarried part?? *ah! …. I forgot Baras knows infernal as well. maybe I could ask if both of them could perhaps teach me some stuff from time to time. Cause I fear that Baras’ approach might be a bit too logical, in his explanation. So maybe the both of them cancel each other out?

| 5 / 6 |

not much happened on our journey to the icespires. I havnt really done anything either. Don’t even know What to do after the ??? broke The main question is, where to we go from here. Do we just land the ship and go by foot, and try and look for tracks or something. Or do we just hope we get lucky and maybe spot a fire giant heading down to their forge.

I don’t remember who it was ( been particularly tired the last few days, but someone suggested we should perhaps visit a nearby dwarven settlement. Or city. I think Citadel Adbar was the name of it

Sir Angelo seemed once again, impressed by what the surface dwelling dwarves had built. But he still claims that I could never compare to his home of Gauntylgrimm as well. I… guess he has A lot of pride for his city. Once our airship landed. We were greeted by some guards. Who actually seemed to recognize us somehow. Actually addressing us with “The Giant slayers” and all that. But also messing up Omrick’s name again. which is ironic, heh. They were slightly disappointed to learn that “Omrick” was his actual name, and not the heroic one that they’d initially made up or misheard. But they nevertheless led us to the city, and mentioned that the king and his council… would like for us to have an audience with them. (I… was having flashbacks to how our previous invitation went, and was a bit hesitant.) But it went better then expected ( ? ) it definitely was a… strange interaction. Baras mentioned and told us a bit about the ruling body of the city, or the “Kings” as he put that. And what we could expect. (But, it did seem like he was holding back on something.) When we actually arrived. We were… enthusiastically greeted be a, rather young King. And a gathering of crotchety advisors, who were trying to lead and guide the most conversation, the best they could. But, were constantly interrupted and “silenced” by the king talking over them. Who was barging ahead with the conversation as he pleased. he quickly asked us to deal with the fire giants, and retrieve their fellow dwarves, and captured citizens. Promising us great wealth and powerful magical artifacts should we succed. Lym, who lead most of the conversation, quickly and cleverly guided us to an agreement. So… right then and there we agreed to the king’s offer, to something we were already gonna do. I guess we just profit? The advisors kept trying their best to delay the conversation. And try to arrange for a follow up meeting, so they could take some time to discuss things. But the king immediately agreed to it all, before any of that could really happen. And he simply told us we could come back later, to talk a bit more about the details of our assignment. Until then, we were to be given a tour of the city. Something which the advisors initially wanted to use, as a moment to discuss things. But we quickly left them to their squabbling, and took a quick glance around the place.

…

Angelo handt joined us thankfully, and was send out on an early tour of the city. Ans was led to a decent tavern. Where he had been drinking with some new “friends” he had made. Who were clearly just using him for his money and free drinks. It seems that he is loaded. and has no really concept of money or of being frugal.

but we managed to chase of his drinking palls, and enjoyed a nice warm meal, before going back to the king and receiving a bit more info on the whereabouts of the fire giants. Including a few maps of the area, and info on where their scouts had last been seen and disappeared.

which im a bit concerned about.

we didn’t stay long in the city after that. And quickly headed back to the airship to set sail once more. But in the meantime, Baras had informed us that Apparently… the actual King had died. And that this was just a doppelganger, placed there to replace him. Temporarily? The uh… the old king had died in some great battle, along with both of his twin sons. But the official story, was that one of the sons had survived and was now the new ruling king. One to be puppeted, and controlled by the advisors. Which is kind of morally ambiguous ill admit…

But what the advisors didn’t realize, and is secret that Baras had found out through Dave. Is that the replacement king is not just a lookalike. It is a actual Doppleganger. As in the shapechanging monster….

I am not really sure how to feel about this. Both the puppet king placed there by the advisors, that now want to rule the city. And the Doppleganger that is disregarding their instructions, and doing his own thing. But atleast… the dopple is, or has good intentions? It seems ?? like, at least they are trying to help, and have the giant issue taking care of. And wants us to safe the people of his city at all cost. Unlike the advisors, who seem to be more worried about who actually rules the city. for the most part. So… I think I prefer the dopple over the other one. I mean… as long as their intentions stay good, that should be fine right? I… guess we’ll see once we return. Perhaps.

| 6 / 6 | so Varan dropped by. he seemed to be in a hurry though and didn’t stay long. After an impressive entrance, and dropping of a letter for Baras. (from Dave I presume ) he quickly departed once more upon his Griffin. But not before almost sweeping Lym of her feet. This might also be the first time that Lehel has actually met the guy. And even with the scarf, he didn’t seem…. too enthusiastic. Which is kinda ironic. I quickly shouted my thanks him as well, for retrieving my stuff and all that, as he flew of on his Griffin. But he mostly just seemed to be there for Baras ( and Lym. ( who is surprisingly Popular I realize. Good for her though. It is very much heart-warming to see, in my opinion. Though I do somewhat pity her brother. ) ) … whilst we were arguing about something, either about the village of yak-folk or its where-abouts or whatever. We didn’t realize it at first when sir Angelo mentioned that he’d spotted – these rather large, individuals. Or large Yaks? Asking us how tall and yak-like the people actually where, that we were looking. A bit confused, but soon realizing that he might have found or the spotted the village. We quickly headed over to the railing of the ship as well to try and spot the large Yak and the people he was pointing out. I uh... I understand his question now. the village of yak-people, or yak-folk. They are actually, Tall. Humanoid. And Bipedal Yak-Folk... Not too dissimilar to minotaurs in all honesty… I guess the prophecy was quite literal in hindsight? We are about to land and meet with them, but they don’t really seem hostile yet. We just have to make sure that they do actually become hostile, once sir Angelo… Fuck. He has already jumped of the ship We havnt even landed yet!

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fallenfromtoohigh · 1 year

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its been a year since it started, since you broke down, now since it ended, and i never stop thinking about it and i apologized so many times, to you and to myself, and i still regret everything because thats when all this started and maybe if i hadnt done that everything would be better and we could be happy but how was i supposed to know? you wanted to have fun and so did i but i did it wrong and we broke so badly and did you know that i cried all morning at school the next day? did you do that too? i was so wrong and i didnt even know what could happen i never even asked anyone else i never thought about you i just wanted to do the stupid fucking thing. you know he helped me start it, but he doesnt know what happened, i never told him how much you got hurt, i never told him anything. she doesnt know either because i showed her the poems and the apologies but didnt tell her who or why or what or anything and they both dont know. so im holding it inside here and no one knows, not even you, do you even remember? you joke about it sometimes. do you remember the pain and the tears and how you yelled through the typed letters in my screen and how i silently cried all night not even telling you and how nothing was ever the same. october 21st and i thought i was going to be the thing that ended your life, not on purpose, just a game, just a story, just my words and my stupid ideas hurting you to the point you ended up breaking, through that screen so many miles away while i silently fell into pieces on my bathroom floor. and then after that everything changed, because you were fine (or pretended to be) and i was fine (but not really) and everything was fine (but so broken) and it kept on happening except now it was never my fault because i took so much care so much effort so much time to make sure it wouldnt be and i picked my broken pieces off the floor and tried to glue them back together with yours but now you arent really here and im never there even though i always am and its been a YEAR. and its still happening. and i cant even save myself so why could i save you

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literaila · 3 years

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you are a PHENOMENAL writer bless your soul good lord. anyway if you could do a Spencer Reid x Reader where the reader is Spencer’s girlfriend or something and like Cat takes her or something to get back at Reid? idk i just thought you might be able to do this justice. totally up to you! thanks for considering <333

how to play the game

spencer reid x gn!reader

warnings: criminal minds things, cat adams, vivid injury description, angst.

a/n: this would’ve been so much easier from spencer’s point of view. hope you enjoy.

“ouch.”

they’re the first words you say, the first things you hear. the first and last things you feel.

before the light turns on and you’re blinded again.

“do you need an alias, spencer reid?”

his eyebrows quirk at the way you say his name. he's smiling, but only a little. you know it's so you can just barely see it. his lips are stained red from the wine.

“only if you’re trying to use a pick-up line on me.” it's soft, he's leaning in, you almost don't notice.

“how’d you know?”

he smiles, bigger. leans back in a way you’re not used to. “you always scrunch your nose before you tell a joke.”

you lean back, too. smirk. “no i don't.”

you don't say anything else. you don't move because you don't know where you are. you don't move because your body is frozen, locked into place, the tiniest of frozen pieces.

you have no idea how you got here.

and you cant see. because, you know, when you’ve grown accustomed to the dark, you become blinded by the light. you can't see because it's so bright in here.

but you can hear, now, and you do.

“oh, good, you’re awake.” the voice is unfamiliar, the place is unfamiliar, the feeling in your stomach has been there for months.

you gasp, because, you can feel a hand running up your arm. it's cold and soft, anything but okay.

you still can't see. it's still dark in this room full of light.

“i’d love to see your eyes,” the voice says, a hand caressing your jaw, a chill going down your spine. its almost a threat, almost a compliment. your head is buzzing.

the only word you can get out is “what?” it's broken, strained from how dry your throat is. you still can't see but you hear a chuckle.

“don't worry,” the voice says, promises. it's a comforting voice, one that is absolutely terrifying you. “it'll get better.”

but you still don't know where you are.

“what do you mean?” you ask, and the words are calm.

your voice is calm but your mind is reeling on lack of sleep, your mind is spinning in circles and you don't understand.

“he didn't put your name down.”

it's not what you want, and so you ask again, expecting a different response.

“what do you mean?”

“who are you?” you ask next because that's the sensible thing to do. that's the normal thing to do, instead of thinking about the dark and why you still can't see. you think, maybe, that's what he would tell you to do, anyway.

get all the information you can, you think, but then there's an itch crawling up your throat and you can't think anymore.

you gasp again but this time you can't feel any hands on your skin. you just can't breathe.

“you really don't recognize me?” the woman asks, stringing her words together in a taunt. like you’re supposed to know what that means. like you're supposed to understand.

are you?

you don't know, you can't breathe. you want to cough but there's no air in your lungs.

“i can't believe he didn't tell you,” she continues, walking now, you know because you can hear it. you can hear the anger in the voice, but you throw your head back before you get the chance to really think about it.

to think about the 'he' she's talking about.

you throw your head back because you can feel the pain in your leg now. you flinch, you hadn't felt it before. it's pinching at you, making you want to scratch it off.

you try not to move it, but that must be impossible because you do.

the woman laughs.

“what?” you ask, instead of screaming like a rational person. instead of thinking about all those things you learn in school, all that advice random strangers give you about what to do in a situation like this. you’re supposed to be doing something, it feels like, but you can't remember what.

he would tell you to ask, maybe, but you can barely remember your own name.

“open your eyes, y/n,” she says it and you're still frozen to your seat.

you try to move, try to breathe, try to open your eyes. but somehow, you can't feel anything.

the voice says. “open your eyes and you’ll see.”

“were you scared?” you’re playing with his hair, nervous to hear his response. you hate days like this, when he really needs you.

you love them for maybe the same reason. you hate yourself for loving them.

“yes,” he says, quiet, against your neck.

you hum in response because you know there's more, because you want to give him the time. you want him to feel safe, now.

“she was getting so much out of me,” spencer’s voice is soft against your skin, but the words spark that nervous flame in your stomach. “i was so scared she was going to get more.”

“more of what?” you ask, heart pounding in your throat.

“more of me. you.” you think maybe his voice breaks, but you also might be imagining it. and you want to squeeze him, hold him until he can't breathe, but you know how much he hates it.

so you don't. instead, you bring your fingers to the space under his eyes, rubbing the circles you can never seem to get away.

anything to keep him here with you.

“you don't need to be scared, love,” you promise, kiss his forehead even though it hurts your neck, even though the words might not be true.

“if she had found out about you…” spencer stops, squeezes his eyes closed. his body is still tense, even though you’ve both been in this position for the last half an hour. ever since he got home. ever since he grabbed onto you, sent you a message you didn't need to decode.

you knew from the moment you saw him. you probably wouldn't be enough tonight.

“she didn't, she won't.”

“but if she did-” spencer swallows, and that's how you know it's bad. that's how you know it's more than what he’s saying.

“it doesn't matter now, spencer,” you rest your head on his, breathe in deep enough so he can hear it while he's against you. “you won.”

“i won?” he asks, and his voice is shaking, his calm is breaking, and you know exactly how he needs to be held up.

“i’ve got you, love.” you promise, again, you fill the silence with your voice. “i’ve got you,” you say again.

“jeez, all that time and he never even told you?”

“who are you?” it's a demand this time, but it's a demand in your strained voice and it means nothing. you think maybe you can't feel anything, but the pain in your leg is shooting up to your chest. it's ringing a bell inside of you that you can barely hear.

you open your eyes. and, and, well.

you recognize that face.

you were walking through the store, completely void of everything. your house was empty, it had been empty for weeks and you couldn't stand it any longer.

you couldn't stand the lack of his presence, his warmth, his voice, his face, his words.

everything was lacking, and there were only two people who were updating you. and neither of them was him. neither of them could fill that void in your bed.

so, you were walking through the store. you didn't look at anything, you didn't touch anything. you just walked, just walked, and tried to feel like you were doing anything but sitting around.

last you’d heard, spencer was upset. last you’d heard, something was going on. there was always something going on, but you didn't always hear about it.

you were trying to feel grateful but all you could feel was shame. you missed him so much, you missed him too much and there was nothing you could even do.

you were just a block, just a toy he didn't have the time to pick up. a helpless toy that couldn't go this long without him.

but he was in prison, so, you knew it wasn't his fault. you were still irritated though, and you didn't even know why.

you were just walking through the store, just walking, not touching, not looking. walking.

and then you got a text. and you stopped.

the next time you gasp, it's because you can see her clearly.

because you know that voice now, and you remember those things that spencer told you.

because you've seen her picture before, but she never looked as scary as this.

"lover boy talks about me?" she's delighted. shes smiling at you, cooing at your face, laughing for no apparent reason. and then, she turns away, goes to grab something from the table that is sitting in front of you. you cant see what's on it, your vision is blurred.

so, you look down. notice the handcuffs on your wrist. further down, you see the reason for the pain in your leg. you realize why you can't breathe.

there's a knife in your leg.

you can't seem to remember how it got there. it makes you want to gasp again. it makes you want to jump out of your seat. your eyes beg to close again, but you refuse. you look back up at her, watching, waiting.

you don't dare move, now that you know.

spencer told you how scared he was of her.

the memory of his face, of his words, of his worry, makes you grit your teeth. you swallow the bile making its way up your throat, wait for her to turn around before you say "only when he's had a nightmare," it's barely a whisper.

there is fury in your chest, fury that isnt your own, pain that should have never been there.

you still can't remember how you got here. you can barely remember how to take a breath in.

you do though, and despite the frown on cat's face, you manage to speak again. "what am i doing here?"

she clicks her tongue. she's too calm for this. "well, since spencer likes playing games so much," there's a sinister smile.

she knows that you know what that means. she knows, and you don't know how.

"i only assumed he wouldn't mind inviting a few other players."

and no, you think now, he didn't win.

you don't mean to stare, you think, but your eyes cannot move away.

he hasn't noticed yet. he hasn't even peeked up at you since you both sat down.

but you're stuck because you want to tell him now. you want to let those words slip, want to grab onto him until you've molded his skin with yours.

you want to tell him, but his eyes look so sweet, his face is so relaxed.

and you think you know how it might go. you think you're sure of the reaction you'd get.

but he hasn't noticed you staring yet, so you continue. you wish for this moment to stop, you wish for time to freeze.

you think there isnt anywhere else you'd rather be.

i love you, you think.

you cant think now. a game?

you're not like spencer, you've never been very good at games.

you cant see what she's grabbed, but suddenly, you think, suddenly you understand why you're here.

this isnt even about you. this isnt about anything you've done.

you can't breathe, because, suddenly your leg is pounding. your heart is pounding and there is fire up your throat.

it would be terrible to cry now, you think, it would be terrible to let her know how scared you are.

so instead, you swallow your anger, you swallow the helplessness you've been feeling for so long, and instead, instead, you speak again.

"what game?" you ask, staring at her eyes, trying to understand something that you've never understood.

what would spencer do, you wonder. what would he want from you if he were here? would he want you to play, or would he tell you to give up?

you can barely remember the sound of his voice now.

"apparently, spencie didn't tell you how this works." her voice is much too loud for her proximity, and you want to wince at the sound of his name, you want to scream because you can feel the pinching in your throat, in your leg.

but you just stare. wait. don't dare breathe.

she scoffs, trails her hand up your leg. "spencer and i like to play timed games," she started, smirking at your wince.

"did he tell you that?"

her hand stops. her face shifts. then, in one swift movement, she pinches the inside of your thigh a centimeter away from the metal sticking out of it.

"he didn't need to," she promises, and she moves away. you try not to moan, try not to breathe, you're just trying to figure out what to do.

the cuffs are digging into your wrists now, the pain is burning, you can't think anymore.

you have to keep going, though. you can vaguely remember something spencer might have said. god, you miss him.

you close your eyes, and she's close to you again.

"have you missed him, while he's been gone?"

the words are too sharp.

"how did you know that?"

she laughs.

"what do you want me to do?" you're demanding something, and it only makes her laugh harder. you don't want to feel this anymore, but you don't even know where you are.

"oh, sweetie, this isnt about you."

then, the knife digs deeper into your muscle.

when you can open your eyes again, when you can finally take the effort, when you can breathe, she's staring right at you.

you can see the bloodthirst in her eyes. you know how much she's enjoying this.

"i know," you say, taking the time, taking the moment of anger to fuel your lungs. you sit up, enough so that the cuffs are burning. she doesn't seem to care. "whatever problem you have with spencer has nothing to do with me."

its a lie, but, at least it makes her laugh.

she clicks her tongue again, sighs at you like you're a child. "no, but spencer decided to make it about you."

she walks towards that table again and you lift your head to see anything. but you cant. shes too far away now.

"he made it about my father, he decided to break the rules," her voice gets louder with every word, and maybe if you were a profiler you could figure out how to calm her down. how to get her to let you leave.

but you're not, and you'd never done this before.

“now it’s my turn.” her voice is a needle, waiting for the perfect moment to stick you.

you're about to say something, about to throw something else at her, but she smiles again.

"so, now, it's about you." she's close again. she's walking towards you again and you think that maybe you can see what's about to happen, you can already feel the burn some more.

she places just one finger on the knife. its enough pressure to make you hiss in pain.

it must satisfy her because she decides to move that hand to your face again.

"you really are just a doll, aren't you?" it's condescending. it makes that anger clear in your voice.

"what do you want?" you move your hand, push her hand away with your words.

it's not enough, though. you can still feel the burn. and she's still laughing.

it's then that you notice the hand she has behind her back. it's then you see her begin to move it.

you almost think that this is it, that you're going to pass out before you get any answers, but, it's just a water bottle.

there's a straw.

you quirk an eyebrow, let your worried eyes meet cat's.

"don't worry," she consoles, she comforts. and then, she forces the straw past your lips.

any other time, you would've taken a moment to consider the thousands of things she could have put in it. you would've been worried about poison, about lethal drugs, about anything and everything.

but you've only just noticed how thirsty you are.

it's only when you take a sip that she begins talking again.

"you didn't get the chance to hear the good news, did you?"

you try to move back but she uses one of her hands to keep your head there. she keeps her eyes on you. you try not to react.

"spencer got out of prison," she says, she teases as she whispers in your ear.

it sends a flash of pain through your leg, it sends a flutter of hope through your heart, and your eyes are twitching at the impact the five words have on your body.

its been almost ninety days since you've seen him.

and somehow, she knows that. she lets your head go. you can see the spark in her eyes, you can see the pleasure rattle through her body.

she tilts her head when she says the next words, "such a shame he didn't want to see you."

the words almost hurt more than the knife. you take a breath in, quickly, quietly, but she still notices.

"don't worry, doll, i'm sure it's not about you," the sarcasm is clear in her voice, and her innocent eyes shift. "prison can do a lot to a person."

spencer would tell you that it's just a taunt, you shouldn't read too much into it, but you can't let that go. you've been worried like this for months and there's no way to ignore it now.

"he's okay?" you ask. you don't really think she's going to tell you the truth, or even answer, but the words slipped. but you can barely think when it comes to him.

"how sweet. you're worried," she rolls her eyes.

its answer enough for you. he's fine, you're sure. he's fine, you think, and take another breath in.

something seems to click in the back of cat's mind because she's smiling again, she's tapping her chin like shes unsure.

"we should probably get to the fun part, hmm?"

you don't know what that is, but your body is curling in on itself. if anxiety was enough, you're sure you'd be dead already.

"what do you want?" it's the fourth, fifth time you've asked. she doesn't care about that though, she just turns away.

she turns back to the table, she grabs something.

there's the clicking of her high heels, and then you can see. it's nothing but a phone. only a phone.

"i'm going to let you make a little phone call," she says. cat clicks a button and the screen comes to life, flashing onto your face.

"why?" you ask, though, you can barely speak. you're staring at the picture of spencer on the screen. it's the same one on his FBI id.

cat scoffs, moves the phone away from your face. "well, i'm not an idiot." you want to argue but she continues. "spencer's going to be looking for you, so..."

you can almost hear the words before she says them.

"you're going to put an end to that before it ruins all the fun."

and, yes, you know. you've never been very good at games.

"you're cheating,"

"it's simple math" he promises, reaching over the table to take your chips.

"it's cheating,"

he raises his eyebrows, just a little, and tilts his head at you. "would you prefer if i let you win?"

you roll your eyes, pick up the cards you threw on the table.

"yes," you say and he laughs.

"i'm calling spencer?"

cat laughs, she moves around your chair, touches your head, and plays with the collar of your shirt. you try not to shiver at her touch.

"must be a dream come true for you,"

you don't understand.

"and you're going to let me say whatever i want?"

and then, with a blink of an eye and a strain of a voice, the real game begins.

you almost wished you hadn't asked the question.

"not quite," she says, she smiles at you. "you're going to tell spencer all about your feelings."

there's fake sympathy dripping off her skin.

"you're going to tell him all about the time you spent without him."

there's blood dripping down your thigh.

"you're going to talk about the things you miss, and the things you don't."

there's a feeling in your chest, one that's been crushing you for months. there's a pressure there that you can't seem to let go of.

"you're going to tell him that you're done."

pause.

"done?" you repeat, opening your eyes even though you hadn't noticed that you'd closed them. and you look at her. shes still smiling.

"done with him," she confirms.

you freeze.

you think, reflect off the request, of the months you've spent away from him. he doesn't even know you're gone yet, and you're about to leave him for good.

maybe forever, if you could remember how scared spencer was only a year ago.

the thought is terrifying.

"and if i don't?" you barely get the words out, you can feel the sweat trickling down your forehead, can feel the request pounding in your brain. someone else would know what to do, someone else would know how to trick her, how to get themselves out of this.

but you're not someone else, and you've never done this before.

"well, there is just one more thing."

there always is. you breathe in.

cat leans closer to you, bends down to your level. you can feel her breath on your ear, can feel her body heat on yours. it's disgusting, it makes you want to gag.

you breathe instead, there's a cruel feeling on your tongue, a cruel feeling in the air.

"we've got mama reid."

your heart stops. you’ll die from this.

"if you don't break spencie's little heart, she dies." she tsks, rubbing her thumb across your cheek. "and we both know that if that happened, his heart would break anyway."

you gasp when she moves away. it might've been relief a minute ago, but now it's fear.

she smiles at your response. "and," she continues, looking like anything but a monster. "if you do it i'll take the knife out of your thigh."

you can't breathe.

she laughs. "it's a two for one deal."

and then she gets up, moves away from you, and leaves you alone.

you feel the fury, feel the anger in your chest, tearing you apart. because she's right. you don't know how she knows, how she could've figured any of this out, but god, she's right.

spencer would never forgive you. you would never forgive yourself.

of course in a battle between your life and hers, you'd save her, of course, you would.

how could she have known that about you?

you don't need to think about it, but you take a moment anyway. you let the tear roll down your cheeks, let all the things you've learned in the past few minutes roll over you.

'we' she said. you open your eyes. stare at her even though she's turned around.

there's someone else. someone has diana, so she must be missing also.

the dots are connecting your head, and somehow, you can hear spencer's voice in your ear, telling you to keep going.

an entire phone call, a way to tie the loose ends cat had left behind.

your body is frozen.

cat turns around, you don't have much longer. "so, what do you say, doll?"

shes still taunting you. but she's won, she knows.

so do you.

"okay," you say and take another breath in.

as the dial tone plays in the room, you cant think.

you haven't even heard spencer's voice in months, you haven't spoken to him since before he was arrested.

you weren't allowed to go see him at the prison, and you couldn't get there fast enough to see him before.

you haven't uttered a word to him, and there's been nothing but silence in return.

but now, sitting in front of a serial killer, you're going to speak to him for the first time.

you can't breathe, not when it's been one second. not when it's been two.

not when it's three and the receiver clicks.

your heart beats against your ribs. you're almost sure you can hear it. almost sure you can feel it.

and then, "y/n?"

it's his voice and a tear rolls down your cheek. he knew it was you before you said anything. you don't look up at cat but you know she's smiling. why wouldn't she be when she's hurting you this much?

"spencer," you say, barely getting the word out. cats hand falls on your knee, a not so gentle reminder. it's then that you know you have to do this.

"where are you?" he asks, but you don't have the chance to answer before he's speaking again. "this isnt your number."

"i-" you pause. you pause and cat is staring you down, shes threatening you with just her presence and you have to collect yourself. "i just got a new one." you say, and it's anything but convincing.

she doesn't move her hand though.

"oh," he says, and it sounds curious. its been so long since you've heard him like this and you cant take it.

"i'm just calling to tell you that i'm leaving, spencer," you say, you gulp out. it doesn't sound right in your voice, and the slow, grainy breathing you can hear from the other end doesn't sound right either. "i don't want to do this anymore."

"what?" spencer asks as if he just hadn't heard you. as if the connection was bad.

"i want to break up," your resolve is breaking, you can feel your breath start to speed, but then a hand sneaks further up your thigh. she's telling you to say more, and so you do. "over these past few months i've realized how unhappy i am with you,"

the words are cruel, but then again, so is her smile.

"i hate listening to you," spencer starts to speak but you don't let him. "i hate how clingy you are."

it's cruel, it's an open wound. you keep going.

"i hate that the only time i'm content is when you're away for work and i don't have to constantly deal with your hugs every second of the day,"

your eyes are burning, the pain in your leg is so powerful. it's not enough.

"i hate being with you in public, and how you're constantly turning me down, playing games with me and cheating, and then leaving afterward." you spit the words out, trying to feel anything but the desperation in your chest.

"what-" spencer sounds breathless, he sounds like he's gotten the wind knocked out of him. "i don't-"

"i'm done, spencer. i don't want this anymore."

the knife could be twisting in your leg and it wouldn't hurt as much as this. as these words.

"i'm only sorry it took me so long to figure it out."

and then, and then you have to hang up.

because you can feel the words, the three little words, the truth slipping out of you, and you know that if you wait any longer you won't be able to hold them back.

you cant do that to him, and you won't let cat do anything to anyone else.

and so, you hang up.

and his voice, and his pain, and spencer, is gone.

cat removes the knife from your leg, pulls it out with one swift movement.

something is burning, but you don't know if it's from your leg or your heart.

it doesn't matter, because the pain is so blinding that you pass out without another thought.

when you wake up, it's only been a few minutes.

cat is humming, now sitting in a chair in front of you. she greets you with the same words from earlier.

"oh good, you're awake," she smiles, and despite the ache in your throat, you want to scream at her.

it's a few moments of staring at each other before: "that performance you gave? breathtaking, really." she stands up, clicks her tongue. you make note of the bloody footprints all over the floor.

your blood, you suppose. you can feel the ache in your leg. you don't dare look down. you don’t have the strength.

cat laughs then and distracts you from your thoughts. "you're a really bad liar,"

somehow, you have to say something. "it's not every day a serial killer tells you to break up with your boyfriend or she'll kill his mother." the words don't mean anything to you, you think that maybe you can't feel anything.

maybe she’s already killed you.

cat laughs again. you think that maybe you'll never get the sound out. you’ll hear that, forever.

"should i kill you now?" she taunts like she's trying to get under your skin. but she's already done that enough, and it won't work. "or should i let you bleed out?"

"spencer said you don't kill for sadistic reasons," it’s almost a reminder. you swallow, look around for anything.

your hands are tied. you can barely see.

"did spencer also tell you how long a person can survive with two liters of blood gone?"

shes angry now. you're not sure why that's funny to you. you can't even tell if you laugh out loud, or if you just think about it.

"i'd give you an hour," she promises, she's closer to you, walking towards you. you don't mind though, because, somehow she isnt scary anymore.

she’s already done enough, you suppose.

you feel delirious. you feel like you're on the verge of insanity and you're not sure how to make it stop.

you're trying not to think about the weight on your chest, but it's pushing up, it's forcing you to feel it.

you don't want to think about what you said to him.

"spencer's not coming, anyway," you say, croak, to her. you wish you knew how much longer this would last. how much longer you could feel this way before you die.

"that's right," cat says with her sinister smile. "he's not."

even though you'd just said it, you swallow the words with a bitter taste. you think she must know because she's in your face again. maybe you're already dead and she is too.

"i'm going to go now," she says as a mother would say to a child. like she's trying to console you.

you don't say a word.

she smiles anyway.

"i've got a game to win."

and then you're alone, again.

"i love you," you promise.

you're holding onto him, not tightly, just enough to make both of you happy.

months ago, he would've cowered at the words. now, he smiles back.

"i love you, too," he says.

and then he's gone.

it's minutes, and then you're sure you're going to die.

it's minutes, and you can feel the illusion creeping in.

it's minutes, and you know that you've done something wrong.

spencer didn't understand, and now he'll never have the chance because you'll be dead in moments. after all, cat was right about everything else, so she would be right about this.

you're going to die. that's why she left.

that's the only reason why you were ever here.

death comes with ghosts, doesn't it?

you could hear the voices, and horns were sounding outside of this room, and there was movement somewhere else.

you weren't alone anymore, and that was how you knew that this was the end.

you remembered spencer telling you about hallucinations, about death, about strange things that people see.

blood loss can cause hallucinations.

that's why you're seeing spencer now, that's why the door opened.

that's why he was here.

because maybe death was taking sympathy on you because maybe this was it for you. and so you got one more chance to see him, one more hallucination of the thing you'd want to see last.

but then he's touching you.

and you gasp.

the next time you wake up, you cant see.

the light is blinding.

everything is so bright when you wake up, everything is bright and you don't know where you are. you can't feel anything, you think.

you think, you think, you think, but then. something is on your hand. someone is holding onto your hand.

it feels warm.

you feel your chest expand, you feel the air make its way to your lungs, and you feel the hand on yours.

and then you hear a voice.

"y/n?" the voice says, shaking you by accident you're sure. the hand on yours is gone in an instant, and you feel another one reaching towards your face.

you try to open your eyes but you still cant see.

"y/n, open your eyes."

the words are familiar, but then again, so is the voice.

and so, you do.

and, god, you recognize that face.

"spencer," you gasp, you try to move your hand to clutch at him, try to grab him before he disappears, but he stops you, he grabs your hand before you can even move.

he's smiling, and you know that face.

you haven't seen that face, the one he's giving you right now, the one that tells you you're doing something right-- you haven't seen that face in three months, and you haven't seen him smile like that for longer.

the tears rolling down your cheeks are completely involuntary.

spencer moves anyway.

"hey," he says, wiping one of them away with his thumb. his voice is so soft, so different in person than over the phone. it only makes you cry more. "what's wrong?" he asks and leans in closer to you.

the moments are rushing in, the past several hours, the months you spent alone, the nights, the days, all of it.

but you can't look away from him. his brown eyes, his longer hair, his tired cheeks.

"you're here," you say, it's soft. your voice is still broken, still strained from all the effort you'd put on it before, but the words make spencer smile.

they make him kiss your forehead.

he smells different, you notice, but he smells the same. he's himself and he's not, but he's here and that's all that matters.

"emily told me-" you start, thinking back, curious now that you're not breaking, wondering about him while he's been gone.

spencer stops you though like he knows what you're going to say. he stops you with his eyes and he trails the thumb on your cheek down to your lips, softly grazing over them in a boyish wonder you thought you might never see again.

his smile is small, but you've come to know it as your favorite.

he leans in before you can think anything else, presses his lips to yours in an expression you almost forgot.

he's gone too soon, after. he falls back again and his name is on your lips. his lips were on yours.

you breathe, and the air is sweet.

"are you okay?" he asks after another moment of staring at you, another moment of his enchanting gaze and distracting eyes.

you've almost forgotten everything.

but that'd be impossible, so you frown. spencer's thoughts seem to follow yours.

"i'm so sorry."

you look down, observe yourself in this bed that you now recognize is in the hospital. you're in the hospital and you hadn't even noticed.

your leg is in a cast, your wrists are stained red.

you can see now.

"how-" you take your hands off of spencer, you move them to your face, you trail them down to your leg, you feel every inch of your skin and you barely remember the pain. "how did you find me?" you ask, look back up at him scared to hear the answer. "how am i alive?"

the words must take the air out of you because suddenly it's harder to breathe.

you feel like you're there again, you remember the last thing, you remember her words and her face and her smile-- and you can't breathe.

but spencer is there, and he grabs your hand again.

"it was you," he tells you with a soft voice, his other hand is holding your chin up and you can tell that he's purposefully exaggerating his breathing. "you mentioned something about a game, but i knew that it couldn't have been about me."

yes, you think. you remember that, you remember knowing that it wasn't right. you hoped she wouldn't catch on.

"my mother," he swallows, like the words are hard to get out. "my mom was already missing, so when you didn't answer your phone we knew there was something wrong. when the number called, i had penelope track it, thinking it might be about you or her."

he knew it was you before he answered.

you only notice that you've looked away when you turn back to him and his eyes are so focused on you.

"your game clue was actually what helped me figure out that it was-" he's almost hesitant to say the word, like he's worried it might hurt you. "cat."

you nod, you think he must know that it was enough, that it was time to stop. he squeezes your hand, his warmth flowing through you like honey. it's sweet, the air, and his eyes.

you think of something else then, to get you away from the hours alone.

"you didn't let me come see you," you say, maybe it's a question, and maybe you're angry. spencer's eyes seem to draw back at the words. you look away. "for three months i wasn't allowed to go see you."

this time, it's a question. an accusation.

you don't see it, but you hear spencer shift. you can almost feel the downturn of his lips, the thoughts he can't seem to collect fast enough.

you know he will though, and he does.

"i had to protect you, i- i didn't want you there around all that..." the words are quiet, softer. "evil," he finishes and it's a reality neither of you want to face.

so you squeeze his hand, hold onto it like he's holding yours.

"i was scared," you admit. "i thought maybe you didn't think i was strong enough to deal with it. that, you just didn't want me there."

he close to you, so you feel his body relax.

"i was, too. thats all, nothing else."

you nod, nod, and hold his hand more, cling to his warmth. this moment is stagnant but spencer is here so you want to live in it, you want to lay in it until the sun goes down.

spencer clears his throat and you look up at him.

"is your leg okay?" he asks, gesturing towards you, seemingly concerned. you feel something else though.

"i think so," you say, moving it only slightly and feeling nothing, just a pulling sensation.

"can you stand?" he wonders, and you're starting to understand, but when you look up at him the look in his eyes is still something you're not used to.

instead of an answer, you shift your body. it's tense, it's hard to move after being still for so long, but spencer is there, guiding you.

it takes a moment, but you're stepping onto your good leg and spencer is holding you up. you wince when you put your other leg down, but you don't give in to the pain.

spencer is gripping you tightly, and it's enough to keep you upright.

you smile at him when you're finally settled, and he smiles back, eyes mischievous.

and then, without a moment's notice, he's pulling you into a hug.

he's gripping onto you, breathing in the scent of your forehead, clutching his hand to the back of your head, making sure you're standing straight and making sure you're holding him up all at once.

it takes your breath away, but you're not scared this time.

you laugh into his ear.

"there was something else you mentioned," he says and you laugh again. you remember and you understand.

you hold him tighter, unbothered with the fact that you've never been able to do this before.

he's so warm.

you wait a couple of seconds, breathe him in, try to hold this moment to memory. and then, because you know him, you try to move back.

he doesn't let you.

"you hate hugs," you say, trying to push away from him, laughing when he shakes his head against your neck.

"not anymore," he promises, kisses the skin exposed. "not after today."

it's a sentiment you'd never thought you'd get, it's an 'i love you' you've wanted since day one.

you've never hugged him like this before.

you scrunch your nose though, trying not to lose yourself, and chuckle against him. "how will i let you know that i'm lying next time if you no longer hate hugs?" you ask, rubbing the skin on the back of his neck with a gentle finger.

you're shocked when he pulls back to stare at your face.

"this is never happening again, y/n," his eyes are hard, his voice is not soft. you can see the differences, but somehow, you're in love with them. "okay?" he says and it's an assurance.

he's going to protect you, he's saying.

you smile at him, let your eyes soften. "okay," you repeat, promising the same.

spencer, seeing your wince, watching your face, lets you go gently, pushing you back to sit down again. he's checking your leg, looking at your eyes to make sure that there's nothing different about them.

"hey, spencer reid?" you ask. your face is twitching.

spencer, stares at you for a moment, before sighing. he trails his finger down the center of your face. "you always scrunch your nose before you tell a joke."

“no i don’t,” you smile wider, but you wait.

he smiles back. "yes, love?"

you peck him on the lips.

"i must be falling for you because you are giving me a protracted cardiac arrhythmia."

he laughs and kisses you back.

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Valentine’s Day

Summary: Y/N receives a special candy gram on Valentine’s Day.

Genre: Valentine’s Day Fluff with Middle School Band Teacher!Harry

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: Hi my valentines!!! There’s about 30 minutes left of Valentine’s Day for me and I finished this piece right in time!! Thank you to the angel herself @tbslenthusiast for beta reading this for me and I cant wait to hear what you all think!! More of my writing can be found in my Masterlist and I would love to hear some feedback!

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Valentine’s Day was never fun for you. You dreaded this day every year.

Valentine's Day in a middle school was full of teddy bears and flowers purchased by someone’s mom and having to tell 12 year olds to stop kissing in the hallway. You also knew that you would be inevitably interrogated by your students about your love life before getting any of them to listen to your lesson about the industrial revolution.

And every year, your answer stayed the same.

“It is none of your business,” you would begin with a teasing sigh. “But if you all have to know, I am happily single.”

And every year, you were met with a chorus of disappointed whines.

Your students were always desperate to wiggle their way into your personal life, a side-effect of being one of the youngest teachers in the school. You were closer in age to them than to some of your coworkers and they took advantage of that fact constantly, creating an open and honest dialogue with their favorite history teacher.

“But do you have a crush, Miss Y/L/N?” Jenna, one of your favorite students, piped up this Valentine’s Day from the front row. You couldn’t help but laugh at the way she raised her eyebrow at you from her desk, inquisitive and adorably curious.

“How about this?” you started, raising your own eyebrow to match her’s. “I’ll tell you if I have a crush, if you can tell me why the printing press was so important to the industrial revolution.”

Your heart started to drop as you watched the massive smile stretch across her face, exposing a mouth full of braces with pink rubber bands. They weren't supposed to learn about the printing press for another week.

“It made information more affordable and easier to access which bridged the information gap between the rich and the poor,” she answered like she had the textbook right in front of her. She crossed her arms triumphantly and leaned back into her seat while the class oohed and ahhed around her, knowing she had kept up her end of their deal.

You felt your cheeks heat as your classroom descended into giggles as your flustered face. “Nice job, smarty pants,” you let out with a nervous giggle.

“Remember, honesty is the best policy,” another student shouted out, pointing towards the poster on the wall of your classroom next to the world map that read the same saying.

“Okay, okay, okay,” you conceded, raising your hands in surrender to the classroom full of seventh graders. “I do have a crush.”

Your students erupted at your admission. Whos, whats, wheres, whens, and whys were thrown out by the class, but only a gentle smirk rested on your features, refusing to relinquish any more information to the children demanding it.

“You aren’t getting anything else than that!” you raised your voice to settle the rowdy classroom with a laugh. You moved from the front of the class back to your desk, listening to the gentle click of your heels on the white tile and gathering the stack of worksheets for that day’s lesson. “Now, pass these around and stop asking questions,” you playfully scolded.

“That’s not what your poster says, Miss Y/L/N,” Jenna spoke up again, pointing out another poster on your wall.

Never stop asking questions! was written in bold rainbow colors on the wall and it was now staring back at you.

You let out a chuckle and shook your head at the floor, knowing they had caught you once again. “I’m going to take down all my posters and you’re going to have to learn in a boring classroom soon.”

“We are just looking out for your love life!”

“You deserve a boyfriend!”

“Or a girlfriend!”

“Just someone who loves you!”

You smiled wide at the class full of endearing faces in front of you. They had nothing but good intentions and were sweeter than Valentine’s Day candy. You loved these kids like they were your own.

“Guys, I appreciate your concern,” you confessed. “But I promise I have it under control.”

After that, they began to settle down, eventually letting you give your lesson on the industrial revolution and scientific advancements of the period.

But you knew you had told them a lie.

You did not have it under control, at all. You were hopelessly in love with the kind man with curly hair and green eyes down the hallway in the band room and had no idea what to do about it.

Harry was one of your first friends when you were hired last year, volunteering to show you around the school and fill you in on all the workplace gossip. He had flecks of cheeky mischief in his eyes as he told you about the gym and spanish teachers’ affair and how the coffee machine was broken by one of the math teachers after a bad administrative evaluation. You had listened adoringly, like he was explaining the meaning of life, and you hadn’t been able to shake your crush since.

You brought each other coffees on the daily and were always in and out of each other’s classrooms. He always made sure you were a chaperone on his field trips and you always made sure he was one on yours. He had even convinced you to let your classes come to band practice once a month so they could play music from the time period your classes were currently studying.

He was endearing and kind and charming and so so good with all the kids. He was also incredibly sexy, which made it even more difficult to control yourself around him. You had the fattest and most uncontrollable crush on him, but he was your friend and you didn’t want to ruin that.

The ring of the bell that signified the end of the class period brought you out of your Harry induced haze, waving goodbye to your students and shouting after them to do their homework and to stop kissing in the hallways. You stood against the door frame of your classroom and watched their little awkward bodies skurry towards their next class, but your attention was soon caught by the tall man who’s chocolate curls stuck out high above the sea of middle schoolers that surrounded him.

“Good morning, love. Happy Valentine’s Day,” he smiled wide, dimples appearing like they were inviting you to poke them, as he reached your classroom and your heart fluttered at his affectionate pet name.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Harry,” you beamed back at him, hoping he and the passing students didn’t pick up on the adoration that was becoming very hard for you to hide.

“Oi, stop that,” he called over your shoulder, slight disgust showing on his face. You turned around and were met by two kids sucking face behind you. “Guys, just go to class,” he exasperatedly sighed when he was met by their shocked and embarrassed faces. Once they were gone, the two of you descended into a fit of giggles.

“They have no shame!” you laughed.

“Absolutely none!”

“Why are you over here? Not that you aren't welcome, but don’t you have a class to teach?” you teased gently as students began to gradually fill up your own classroom.

“I thought I would stop by and wish you a happy love day.” He smiled wide at you and spoke sweetly. If you weren’t reading into it too closely, you thought he might even be blushing a bit. “And it’s okay,” he waved off his class, clearing his throat and his voice returning to normal. “They’ll survive a few minutes alone. I trust them.”

“You shouldn’t,” you giggled again.

“Yeah,” he nodded with a chuckle. “I probably should get back, but I wanted to invite you to come to my classroom and get some cookies whenever you get a chance today.”

You felt your heart soar at his invitation, no matter how friendly the proposal. “I am free next period.”

“I know,” he winked, and your heart nearly jumped out of your chest. “I will see you then,” he grinned as he began to walk backwards down the hallway, maintaining eye contact for as long as he could, before spinning down the hall just as the bell rang to start the next period.

You tried your best to focus on your lesson about the renaissance with your sixth graders, but your mind kept floating back to the delightful man who had invited you for cookies.

Had he invited all of the teachers for cookies? Or did he ask just you? Was he just being nice? Or did he actually want to see you? Had he been flirting with you?

The lesson was interrupted when there was a knock on your classroom door. You opened it up to find one of your students, Matt, dressed in a giant heart costume holding baskets full of labelled chocolate bars.

“I’m here to give out Valentine’s Day candy grams, Miss Y/L/N!” Matt exclaimed, his face barely fitting into the far too large hole cut out for his face. Every year the student council set up a candy gram fundraiser and the kid in the suit never got any less cute. You let out a chuckle as you looked down at him, opening the door further and letting him into the room.

You watched with a smile as he called out students’ names and the genuine surprise and flattery that passed over their features. Cheeks turned red and shy smiles played on their lips as they made their way to the front of the room and retrieved their candy from the giant pink heart.

You were caught off guard when you heard your own name be called. Matt held out the meticulously wrapped pink candy bar out to you as the class let out an “ooh” and your cheeks heated with embarrassment. Your cheeks heated even further as you read the label.

To: Miss Y/L/N

From: Mr. Styles

Will you be my valentine?

Your heart fluttered in your chest and you had a very hard time holding back the large and toothy grin that wanted to appear in front of your students.

“Who is it from?” one of your students asked excitedly.

“I don’t ask who your Valentines are, do I?” you teased, but held the candy bar close to your chest over your heart. You could feel your heart racing underneath your hands.

The giant pink heart standing at the front of the classroom finished distributing his candy and your class led a chorus of goodbyes as he left the room, onto the next classroom to spread some more innocent young love. You impatiently watched the clock tick down the seconds until the bell rang and released both you and your students out into the school.

And just when it felt like it might never come, the bell rang through the school and your students were off into the chaos of a passing period. You followed closely behind after you gathered your things, the candy bar slid carefully into your bag. You flowed along with the flow of children that carried you down the hallway, heart racing as Harry’s classroom came into view, your feet quickly matching it’s tempo.

Your footsteps echoed on the tile in the acoustics of the large room, your voice bouncing off the walls as you said hello. He had been tuning a guitar when you came in, his attention flashing up from the instrument in his hands to you.

“I was promised cookies,” you teased him. “They better be good.”

“I promise they are. They’re my nan’s recipe.”

“Of course they’re your nan’s recipe,” you sighed with a chuckle.

“What’s so bad about using my nan’s recipe?” he asked incredulously, grinning as he settled the guitar back into its stand and moved towards you.

“Absolutely nothing,” you sighed adoringly. “I just think it’s very sweet.”

“You haven’t even tried them yet! You can’t say they’re too sweet.”

You couldn’t hold back the giant smile that was so wide it made your cheeks hurt, chuckling at his cheesy joke. He made you feel warm when he moved closer to you, like someone had just turned up the heat in the large room.

“I meant that you were sweet, silly,” you tried to joke, but it came out genuine and soft. You bit on your lip nervously, replaying the affectionate tone in your head over and over.

“Thank you, sweetie,” he smirked softly at the pet name and you felt like you were soaring.

He was close to you now, having crossed the room and standing only a few feet away from your body. You wanted to close the space between you two, to kiss him with all your might, to tell him you would love to be his valentine. But just as you built up the courage, he stepped away towards his desk, retrieving a cookie for both of you.

The cookies were shaped into small perfect hearts with a coarse pink sugar pressed into the soft biscuit. The cookie melted in your mouth and the sugar granules crunched between your teeth. You had to hold yourself back from releasing a moan at the taste. They were dainty and delicate and you could only imagine how much time he had put into them.

But you weren’t shocked. Harry was like that. He was gentle, taking care and measured precision with everything he did. He spoke to the kids with tender care, making them feel talented and successful, and was always there to lend a helping hand whenever one of them needed it. And he spoke to you the same way.

“Harry-” you began softly, but he cut you off before you could finish.

“-Yes, I would love to.”

“What?”

“I would love to be your valentine.”

Your heart jumped in your chest, flattered heat rushing to the surface of your cheeks, but you also looked at him with a slight confusion. He had asked you to be his valentine, hadn’t he?

As you looked at him in slight shock, you noticed the small and meticulously wrapped pink candy bar that sat on his desk. Oh my god, they didn’t, you thought.

You could only imagine the confusion that fell onto Harry’s features as you moved away from him and towards his desk, picking up the candy bar and reading the writing on the wrapper.

To: Mr. Styles

From: Miss Y/L/N

Will you be my valentine?

Oh my god, they did.

“Harry,” you chuckled, looking back towards him and holding the chocolate bar up. “When did you get this?”

“I got it this morning when the kids delivered it,” he said dumbfounded. “Why?”

“Because I didn’t send this.” You walked over to your bag that you had left near the door and retrieved your own matching candy bar. “And I’m assuming you didn’t send this either?”

You handed the pink package to him and he read the label closely, eyebrows furrowing even further, then relaxing as you watched the puzzle fall together in his head as it had in yours.

“The kids sent these to us from each other, didn’t they?”

“I believe they did, Mr. Styles,” you nodded.

His cheeks turned a bright red, embarrassment flooding his features. “I’m sorry about before then,” he stammered out. You watched the panic on his face as he searched for something to say that would cover his tracks, but you cut it off when you connected your lips to his.

His lips were soft and velvety and he tasted exactly like the sweet sugar cookie he had gifted you. Your lips moved gently over each other and you slid your hands up to play with the curls that rested at the back of his neck, pulling him impossibly closer to you as his hands found their spot on your hips. You couldn’t help the smiles that fought their way into the kiss and you broke apart moments later, both flushed and flustered, small giggles leaving both of you.

“I would love to be your valentine if you would have me,” you said breathlessly as you looked up to him.

“It’s all I could ask for.”

“This is the best Valentine’s Day ever,” you said softly against his lips, already pulling him back in for more.

“We’re just like the kids in the hallway.”

“They’re not too bad. I understand it now.”

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