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hoedamn-eron · 2 years ago

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doctor steven grant, phd - part 7 (finale)

You're miserable, and it's your own doing. You have to fix this.

Warnings: Age gap, but it is appropriate/legal. Steven may be a little OOC. Inaccurate depictions of DID (only knowledge from the show and some light research). Mentions of being in a bar, and drinking alcohol and being drunk. Pure fluff. Some swearing. Steven and Reader share a steamy kiss. Word count: 2,972 GN!Reader, no use of Y/N.

Final part to this series! Thank you for sticking with this and with me, even when I doubted every chapter and it came out later than planned! I know now for my next series not to post until I'm happy with it!

Sorry this is late, again. I had a guest stay over this weekend so I didn't find the time to post!

Part 6 ● Series Masterlist

Three weeks.

It had been three weeks since you stormed out of Steven’s flat, and you were sad. Scratch that, you were miserable. Dreary. Gloomy. You were feeling all of the negative emotions and it was eating at you from the inside.

You missed him. Steven. He’d given you the space you’d asked for; you hadn’t heard from him since he sent the apology text. He hadn’t contacted you, and you hadn’t contacted him, but good God, you wanted to. You wanted to know where you stood, if he still wanted to be with you or if he’d finally made a decision on asking you to become official.

Mostly, you felt like an idiot for the way you left things. After taking a few days to calm down and rethink the situation, you had acted irrationally (although you still think Jake was a major arsehole). You should have let Steven talk to you, like an adult.

“You’re miserable, he’s miserable,” your friend had said one day after work, where you both had needed a drink and had gone to the pub near her flat. You’d finally told her everything about meeting Jake and what he said, and how your dinner date with Steven went at his flat. “Just talk to him.”

You groaned and buried your head into your hands. “I can’t now, I’m too embarrassed.”

“His lectures aren’t nearly as enthusiastic as they were,” your friend said before taking a sip of her wine. “He just…seems to have lost his spark.”

If that didn’t make you feel anymore guilty, then you don’t know what.

You sigh as you push your own wine away from you, suddenly not feeling like drinking it. “I don’t know what to do.”

“Listen,” your friend said sternly, leaning forward. “I’m saying this out of love, and because you are so stupidly in love with this man, it’s pitiful.” She cleared her throat before sitting up straighter, giving you a hard look. “You’re acting ridiculous. I have to admit that I haven’t been his biggest fan since he stood you up that one time, but it was obvious he wanted to be with you afterwards. The guy is awkward and honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if you were his first serious relationship, which was probably why he was so nervous about asking you to be his person.”

You open your mouth to protest but hold your tongue as your friend holds up her finger at you.

“I think you’re projecting. This is also your first serious relationship and you’re panicking, thinking you’re not good enough, but you are. You deserve to be happy, so fuck whatever his brother said.”

“I am not projecting – “

“You’re projecting,” your friend replied. “And I’m not saying your feelings aren’t valid, but you’ve allowed his brother to get into your head and now you’re not letting yourself be happy.”

You bit your lip as you looked down at your hands. You knew you had panicked, especially after bumping into Jake. You had felt like everything was going your way and it was just too convenient. Of course you were your own worst enemy.

You sigh in frustration before grabbing your wine glass, deciding to finish it off in one large gulp. “I’m such an idiot,” you say as you a bit too forcefully put the glass back on the bar.

“A little bit,” your friend said, taking another sip of her wine.

“How do I approach him after this?”

Your friend shrugs. “That’s for you to decide.”

You go back and forth into the late (early) hours of your terrible love life, what you’re going to do about Steven and how you were stupid enough to listen to his brother you doesn’t even know you. Your friend told you he had lectures all week but he was going to take a few days off and that should be your opportunity to fix things with the ‘nerdy man who would probably end the world for you’.

You snort at her – in your opinion – silly declaration. As the night goes on, both of you eventually stumble out of the bar, hailing a black cab to take you both back to your flat, where your friend was going to crash on your couch. Your friend hung heavily (and drunkenly) on your arm as she mumbles to you about the pizza she knows you have left over in your fridge from the night before.

You tell her she’s free to have it as you both clamber into the taxi. You stumble your way through your address to the driver before sitting back, giggling as your friend struggles with her seatbelt before reaching over and helping her, struggling yourself a little.

“Listen, listen,” your friend says, as you fasten your own seatbelt, the car setting off. You look at her, your eyes a little fuzzy. “You love Steven. That’s why you’re feeling so shit.”

Your eyes widened at her. “No I don’t love him, I barely know him.”

Your friend snorted. “Please,” she lay her head back against the seat. “You’re head over heels, want to get married, grow old together, in love.”

Your breath hitches in your throat as you stare at your friend. No, she’s wrong; you don’t love Steven. You like him a lot, sure; he was kind and funny, and he always gets your favourite snack when you meet up, and sometimes he lets you borrow his books because he knows you’d enjoy them. Or you would have mentioned a title the week before and he’d find a copy because of course he remembered because he was Steven.

He went out of his way to that small coffee shop by your work to get that coffee you liked, because he knew it would make you smile and giggle with joy because you genuinely loved the stuff. He was always there to comfort you when you’d had a terrible day at work, whether he sat quietly and let you rant at him or when he wraps you in his arms and lets you cry.

He makes your chest hurt and your brain goes fuzzy when he’s around. You always feel butterflies in your tummy when you think of him and you feel stupidly happy whenever he texts you ‘good morning’ and about his plans for the day, whether he’s at work or not.

You’re smiling now, thinking about it.

He feels like a warm summer day all the time. He is warmth, and comfort, and oh God you love him.

You groan. “Oh God, you’re right.”

“I know I am,” your friend replied, her words slurring as she grinned to herself.

“What do I do?” you sigh, leaning your head back against the seat.

Your friend shrugged. “I don’t know. That’s something I can’t answer for you.” She let out a giggle. “Maybe you need to do a grand gesture.”

The taxi has pulled up outside your flat before you can answer your friend. You both fumble for cash for the driver before you both stumble out of the taxi, your friend talking to you about the pizza again. She warmed it up as soon as she stepped into your flat.

You wake up the next day with a mild hangover, and you mostly sleep most of the morning away. Thank God it was a Saturday, and you heard no sound nor any movement from the living room, indicating your friend had woken up and probably left to go to her own home (which she’d confirmed in a text to you when you had finally looked at your phone – she had a date with Claire).

You contemplate texting Steven but chicken out every time. By the time the day had come to an end, you had merely stared at your text thread, the soul crushing ‘I’m sorry’ text mocking you. You felt pathetic. How was one supposed to make the first move?

The rest of your weekend flew by, and your friend calls you on Sunday evening to talk to you about her date with Claire. She was going to meet up at the coffee shop by the university campus after her classes were done.

“You can finally meet Claire.”

And you did. She was lovely, blonde and bubbly, exactly your friends type. She made the effort to talk to you, not just solely focusing on your friend, talking to you about her job and how the two met.

You were honestly having a good time, until Steven walked through the door.

Your smile fell from your face as you watched him walk up to the counter, probably (definitely) ordering his usual tea. He was wearing his glasses, his phone in his hand, and he was wearing your favourite maroon jumper of his, the one that made you feel warm and fuzzy on the inside and it always look so good on him. His hair was messy, as per usual, and God, he looked as good as he always does. You tried to shy away, making yourself as small as possible, so he didn’t see you.

“Go and talk to him.”

You eyes snapped to your friend as she gave you a knowing look, Claire looking at you curiously. You shook your head. “No.”

“You’ve been avoiding him for weeks, and on Friday, you came to the conclusion that you loved him, so – “

“I am…doing it in my own time.”

“You’re so awkward,” said your friend. “Just go over and say you’re sorry or that you love him and want to marry him the first chance you get.”

“Stop it, he will hear you,” you hissed.

“What’s happening?” Claire asked, whispered between the two of you.

Your friend sighed in exasperation as she looked at Claire, her hand subconsciously landing on Claire’s thigh. “My friend here,” she said, giving you a nod. “Is in love with my history professor,” she nodded towards Steven. “And they’ve been going out since before Christmas and he hasn’t asked them to be official and they’ve ran off.”

“You’re missing half of the story!” you cry before you lean forward to explain to Claire. “I ran into his brother, who he doesn’t have a great relationship with, which is neither here nor there.” Claire gives you a slow nod. “And he told me that mine and Steven’s relationship wasn’t serious and that he was going to end it.”

“But you shouldn’t have taken his brother’s word for it.”

You open your mouth to retort but Claire interrupted you, “I think you should go and talk to him.”

You keep yourself from snapping that it was none of her business before you remembered you had invited her into the conversation. You sat back in your chair, glancing back at Steven as he stood waiting for his tea. “I can’t.”

Your friend rolled her eyes as Claire have you a sympathetic smile. “You’re not going to feel better or get any closure if you don’t.”

You stare at her for a minute before you look back at Steven, who was smiling at the barista as she handed him his tea. He turned towards the door, making his way out having not seen you. You watched him through the windows, seeing him walking back towards the university buildings, probably about to go to his last class of the day.

“Go and talk to him.”

You turn to Claire and your friend, weirdly feeling the urge to cry. “What if he wants nothing to do with me?”

“You’ll never know unless you go.”

You look back at him again, watching him walk further and further away.

What if he was ‘it’ for you? What if you were letting your own stupid feelings get in the way of proper happiness, when it was something you needed to establish with Steven, and you had thrown it all away because his brother was a prick and had apparently liked to see Steven squirm?

You were an idiot. A ridiculous, head over heels in love, idiot.

You bit your lip before giving a firm nod. “Okay.”

Your friend’s mouth fell open slightly before she gave you a large smile. “Okay!”

“Okay.” You stood from your seat, gathering your bag. “Okay. O-okay.”

“No, don’t chicken out now.” Your friend pointed at you. “He’s outside, right now, just as miserable as you are, and you’re not about to let this go before clearing the air.”

You take a deep breath before nodding, gritting your teeth as you quickly left the coffee shop, looking around and seeing Steven walking back towards the lecture halls. You took off quickly, your hand landing on his forearm just as he got to the door, causing him to jump and nearly spill his tea. He turned his head, his body stilling as he realised it was you.

You nearly stopped short at the sight of him. His eyes were the same, maybe a little more tired looking, but they were still that beautiful, warm brown that always made you melt. You wanted nothing more than to cup his face in your palms, feeling the stubble he probably had since he had to shave so often, wanting to kiss him until the end of days. It had been so long since you had last kissed him.

He breathed your name. “I…what are…i-it’s good to see you.”

“I’m sorry,” you blurted out. No, that wasn’t what you were supposed to say but it was a good start. “I messed up. I shouldn’t have listened to Jake, I shouldn’t have made those assumptions about you, about us. I acted irrationally and I shouldn’t have stormed out like I did.”

He called your name but you stopped him. God he looked adorable, looking at you like that.

“Please let me say what I need to say before I lose my confidence,” you said, looking at his stupidly adorable, confused expression. “You…are an amazing man and I am so lucky to have you in my life, whether you want it to be as a friend or more. I acted…I was…I am really stupid to believe a complete stranger over you, and I shouldn’t have done that, I should have come to you straight away. I want to be with you, and I want to spend the rest of our lives together because I…I-I love you, and you’re everything I’ve ever wanted in a partner, and you’re so kind and so, so thoughtful and I don’t deserve you and I understand, again, if you are happy to just be friends.”

You stare at him, your heart hammering hard in your chest. He was looking at you with a soft look on his face, almost relieved. You swallowed nervously. “Please say something, Steven.”

“You love me?”

Your mouth falls open slightly as your breathing became a little laboured. Had you taken it a step too far? You had just poured your soul to this wonderful man, but the ‘L word’ was just a little too much for him? You remember how he could overthink situations, and maybe you had just made him uncomfortable. He might not have been in the same place as you.

“Love?”

You’d taken too long to answer. You looked at him with wide eyes before you nod. “Yes. I love you.”

Steven breathed out a small laugh, looking down bashfully for a moment before looking back up at you. “I was…I was going to ask you that night, to be truly mine, and when you said about Jake…I thought I’d never see or speak to you again.”

“I’m sorry,” you said again. “I shouldn’t – Jake got into my head.”

“I don’t blame you.”

You give a small snort of laughter. “You should. I was a plonker. Not giving you the chance to explain, just telling you to go away and leave me alone – “

“No, love, I understand,” Steven said. “I could have said something – should have said something – instead I was stood there like a bloody git letting you walk away. I love you too, and I’m sorry.” He shook his head, taking a step towards you. “Stupidest thing I’ve ever done, that.”

“Pretty stupid of me to walk away.” You bring yourself closer.

“We were both stupid,” Steven said, so close you were both breathing the same air.

You lightly gasp as he leaned in, his lips meeting yours. You held back a groan; you’d missed this. His warmth, his hand on your waist, how breathless he made you. You’d kissed before, but not like this, this was electric. Your brain had gone all fuzzy, all you could hear, smell, and feel was Steven. You hands stroked up that jumper that you vowed to steal later, knowing that there will be a later this time, your hands landing on his firm chest, feeling him breathing against you.

His tongue was starting to glide along your lips with a deep moan from him, and before you could let it go further, prepared to drag him away from prying eyes in some abandoned classroom or office, a loud cheer caused you both to pull apart, Steven nearly spilling his tea. You both look to see Claire and your friend, your friend’s arms in the air in victory as she looked at you both with wide eyes and an even wider smile. Claire was trying to pull her away, giggling, and apologising to you both, telling you to ‘carry on’.

You both look away from the two, before practically giggling at each other. You should probably bring up Jake and his other brother, but that was for another time. This was about you two. You and your boyfriend.

Steven nudged his nose with yours. “Would you like to go on a date with me?”

You bit your lip, smiling. “I would love nothing more, Doctor Grant.”

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emmyhem · 4 years ago

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everything you’re missing (c.t.h)

a/n: hi everybody, i’m back with another post. this is my first calum piece and i’m so excited to finally get it up. this is once again unedited, i’m way too tired rn. it’s also the second smut i’ve posted so that’s pretty exciting as well. yeah i don’t really have much to say right now because i’m literally exhausted, my classes are really kicking my ass. anyway i hope you all enjoy this bff!calum piece. feedback and comments are always appreciated. hope you all are doing well and are being safe. thank you - emmy <33

pairing: bff!calum hood x fem!reader

summary: a drunken text meant for your ex shows up on calum’s phone and leaves him questioning everything he’s missing out on with his best friend.

warning(s): talk of a previous bad relationship, y/n’s ex body shamed her, mentions of alcohol, insecurity, smut, cursing

word count: 4.7k

You’ve decided that 3 glasses of wine is your happy medium, but even a sip into the 4th and there’s no telling what you’ll do.

So, naturally you were finishing up your 5th glass on Friday night while angrily scrolling through your exes instagram when you got what seemed to be an incredible idea. It was simply too tempting not to, your mind was feeling hazy which made your confidence skyrocket, and you truly did just look good.

A day of pampering had left you in a black floor length silk robe with nothing but your favorite deep cherry red lingerie set underneath. Your face was bare and glowing after a refreshing and illuminating face mask, and your lips were left glossy and plump from a new scrub.

You had posed in front of the floor length mirror in your living room, giggling between snaps until you had taken the perfect shot. It was classy but provocative, the dressing gown slipping from your shoulders exposing the lace of your bra and a tasteful amount of cleavage. You had also left the bottom open, allowing a clear shot of your thighs and the curve of your ass from where you sat on your knees.

With a mischievous glint in your eyes you selected the picture into a message, typing a cheeky, “take a good look at everything you’re missing” and sending it off to your ex (or so you thought).

But you really couldn’t be blamed for your mistake, Cam and Cal were far too similar for your drunk brain to decipher the difference. You also couldn’t be blamed for the fact that you dozed off on the couch immediately after sending it, before you even had a chance to recognize your humiliating mistake.

You were awoken by the ringing of your phone at around 9:00 am, way too early for your liking. Before even registering who it was, you brought the phone to your ear and groaned a sleepy, “hello,”

“At your door.” a voice you recognized as your best friend responded.

“M’coming” you said, scooting off the couch. On your way to the door you registered that you were still scantily covered, the robe falling off of you as you walked. You clutched it around you as you swung the door open to a wide eyed, Calum Hood.

“G’morning.” he smirked, looking you up and down.

“Shh” you hushed, pulling him in by the arm. “Why in the world are you here so early?”

He lightly laughed while taking a seat at the kitchen table, eyes following you while you moped over to the fridge and pulled out two water bottles.

“Well,” he sighed as you handed him one. “I got a very interesting text last night and I figured I just had to come over and see, y’know everything I was missing.” he spoke in a teasing tone as he gestured a hand down your body.

You tugged your eyebrows together in confusion. There was something familiar about what he was saying, but not familiar enough for you to put the pieces together.

“What are you talking about?” you questioned bringing the water bottle to your lips.

Calum shrugged his shoulders, a smirk still glued to his face as he took out his phone and began looking for something. After a few seconds he extended his arm to hand you his phone. You accepted it and glanced down absentmindedly as your body slumped against the counter.

The second your eyes hit the screen it all came back to you, your mouth fell open and you straightened out, suddenly very awake, not to mention very mortified.

Calum on the other hand was buzzing. Actually, he had been ever since his phone dinged last night awakening him from his sleep. Well, buzzing and extremely, extremely sexually frustrated.

When he first opened your message and saw the picture that would now be making a regular appearance in his wet dreams, he had nearly choked on his own breath. He knew that it was most likely a drunken mistake, and while that slightly saddened him it didn’t stop his dick from plumping up at the sight, straining uncomfortably against his boxers. He seriously debated wanking to the tempting image but decided against it, thinking it would be a gross violation of your privacy since it wasn’t even meant for him. Oh how he wished it was. Unfortunately that meant he had been sporting an exceptionally sensitive halfie since then.

“Oh my god.” you groaned, sitting the phone down on the counter and covering your eyes in humiliation. “Cal I’m soooo sorry, I was drunk, and overly confident, and I meant to send this to Cam and now I’m just, I’m sorry.” you reiterated.

‘Hey, don’t apologize on my account.” he countered. “Plus, you should be thrilled you sent it to me and not that asshole, doesn’t deserve ya.”

“I know, you’re right. Doesn’t change the fact that I’m mortified though. S’bit ridiculous, get a little alcohol in my system and I have a god complex all of a sudden” you rambled, running your hands through your hair nervously.

Calum stood and pulled you into his arms, resting his chin on the top of your head.

“You think too much, y’know that?” he quipped.

You turned your head, pressing a cheek against his sweater clad chest and mumbled, “Yea I’ve been known for that.”

Calum softly chuckled at your words before pressing a chaste kiss to the top of your head and pulling apart.

“S’really no big deal, y/n.” a teasing grin plastered on his face. “Besides I can’t say I didn’t enjoy it.”

“Calum!” you scolded, swatting a hand at his arm.

He dodged your hit just in time and held his hands up in surrender before taking his seat again.

“Why'd you let that dick bother you anyway? Y’know you’re way out of his league.”

Your jaw clenched at the question, your mind wandering to every time you had come to Calum crying after your ex had done something to hurt you. Everytime he commented on your “stomach pudge” as he liked to call it, when you wore a tight dress to go out. Or when he would ask if you were really “that” hungry, even if you hadn’t eaten much at all. And each time you would feel absolutely wretched and end up sobbing in Calum’s arms, but refusing to tell him why you were so, so sad.

“He texted me the other day y’know?” you muttered under your breath, while fiddling with the coffee machine.

“Really? What’d he say?” Calum responded, watching your back with narrowed eyes.

“Uh, he saw me the other night, when we were at that bar with the guys.” you said, shaky fingers pulling out a mug.

“And?” he spoke flatly.

“It’s stupid really,” you sniffled, willing your voice not to break. “He said I put on a few pounds, that he was glad he got out when he did.” your bottom lip traitorously jutted out as you turned to face him.

“Fucking dick.” he hissed.

Calum wasn’t necessarily proud of the violent images that flashed through his mind at the thought of that asshole finding yet another way to hurt you but, the sad little quiver of your lip allowed him to reason without a doubt that they were fair.

Before you could even blink he was holding you again, arms impossibly tight around you. .

“He’s wrong, y/n. Fuck, I don’t know how to even...he’s just so wrong.” he said softly, his hand rubbing your back reassuringly.

“I know.” you whimpered, holding tears back.

He pulled back enough to look you in the eyes, arms still firm around your waist.

“No you don’t. It’s...It really fucking pisses me off that he makes you feel like this. It’s like-fuck you’re just like-” he moved his hands to cup your cheeks. “You really are gorgeous.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, and your whole body felt warm as you stared at his big brown eyes. His words felt sincere, everything about him felt so sincere.

“Thank you, Cal.”

He pulled you back into his chest, “Really wish I could just, like hug away all his bullshit.”

“M’used to it.” you mumbled.

“You don’t deserve any of it.”

“Yea, well what can you do.” you sighed, moving out of his embrace.

Calum’s eyes were still glued to you as you stirred a spoonful of sugar in your coffee.

“I hope you don’t let anything he says get to you.”

You let out a breath of exhaustion.

Confidence wasn’t something that you used to struggle with. I mean sure, there were spouts of insecurity here and there but you knew your worth, and you considered yourself pretty, hot even. That had all changed a few months into your latest relationship. First it was the backhanded compliments which quickly turned into passive comments, and then outright cruel insults. People really underestimate the toll their words take on others, especially when the person that’s making you feel so ugly and worthless, is one that you adore and who’s supposed to adore you right back, no matter what.

“I try but, he can’t just be making it all up.” you were ashamed. When did you become the girl that lets a guy affect how she sees herself? That just wasn’t you.

“He is. He’s insecure and a douche. He was probably trying to destroy your confidence to the point that you felt like you couldn’t leave him.” Calum assured. “But you’re way too strong for him, dumped his sorry ass anyway.”

You smiled gratefully at his words, taking a seat next to him.

“Yea, so strong I tried to send him half naked pictures for reassurance.”

Calum shook his head, “I wish you could see how hot you are.”

Your eyes widened at the compliment, your head dropping to avoid his stare as blood rushed to your cheeks.

“I’d be happy to reassure you whenever you want.” he continued, bumping his knee against yours under the table.

“Doesn’t count.” you dismissed, before sipping your coffee. “You're my best friend, you’re obligated to tell me I’m pretty.”

“Doesn’t mean I don’t mean it.” he muttered back quietly, his expression dropping slightly. He hated when you deflected his compliments. All he ever wanted to do was make you feel good, and you made it very difficult for him when you blocked every swing he took at the wall of insecurity that Cam had built around you. He would kill Cam if he could.

You let out an apologetic sigh, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face in his shoulder.

“M’sorry, you’re right. I love you for that, the only thing keeping me sane.”

Your heart squeezed as he hugged you back.

Calum was perfect, he was sweet, and funny, and quite literally your favorite person on earth. Not to mention you had been hopelessly in love with him since practically the beginning of your friendship. But as his best friend you had heard over and over just how uninterested he was in a relationship. Everytime you would ask about his love life he would just respond,

“I’m just not the boyfriend type, m’not cut out for it.” shrugging nonchalantly.

Which you thought was laughable because anyone would be lucky to have him as a boyfriend, in fact sometimes you would let yourself pretend he was yours.

Like,in a busy club with his hands on your hips, guiding you through the crowds. So close behind, you could feel each exhale on the back of your neck, as his eyes darted around the room to ensure there weren’t any potential threats to your safety, in the form of drunk overzealous flirts. Or after a night out when he got cuddly and clingy, and would find his way from the couch into your bed. You’d wake up with his cheek pressed against your chest and his arms snaked around your torso as he released soft breaths that caused goosebumps to rise on your exposed skin. You’d let yourself imagine that you had this every morning and that he would wake up any minute to smother your face in kisses and tell you he loved you. And of course, here he was again this morning being so thoughtful and kind and everything you wanted in a boyfriend. And here you were again swimming in his praises and physically having to restrain yourself from kissing him.

Begrudgingly, you pulled away and stood up.

“Gonna get changed.” you spoke.

“I’m making us breakfast.” Calum called as you walked away. You hummed in response and slipped into your room.

Once in the privacy of your own room you quickly pulled on a pair of leggings and a hoodie before scurrying to the bathroom sink and splashing cold water on your face in hopes of ridding yourself of any romantic thoughts towards your best friend.

Although you weren’t aware, Calum was doing the very same thing just a few feet away. Internally reminding himself repeatedly that it was never gonna happen with you. He wasn’t good enough to be anyone’s boyfriend, let alone yours. You didn’t want him that way and he could almost trick himself into believing that he was okay with that.

You hastily finished brushing your teeth before returning to the kitchen. You were greeted with the sight of Calum’s back, he stood over the toaster cutting an avocado and humming a song you didn’t recognize quietly to himself. He looked over his shoulder as your footsteps approached.

“Hungry?” he questioned.

“You have no idea.” you affirmed, as he fixed a plate for you both.

“Good. I was thinking we could watch something while we eat,”

“Fine with me.” you responded, hoping he wouldn’t notice the distraction laced in your voice. Your focus had easily been stolen from the conversation to how easy it was to see his back muscles flex through the thin material of his jumper.

But of course he did, it was Calum after all.

“Y’alright?” he said, handing you a plate.

“Uh, yep.” you rushed out.

“Not still thinking about Cam, are you?”

“No, not at all.” you answered honestly, walking to the couch, Calum trailing closely behind you.

“Then what’s got you all flustered?”

“You” you thought, taking a seat in the furthest corner.

“I’m not flustered.”

“Bullshit” he countered, sitting practically on top of you.

You let out a huff, and motioned to the other completely empty side of the couch.

“Is there a reason we aren’t practicing personal space right now?”

He laughed softly at your question and nuzzled closer into your side.

“Yea, you’re all pouty, looks like you need a cuddle.”

“I’m really fine Cal.” you shoved him lightly but saw no results, he just scooched in even closer and bit into his toast.

The two of you sat in silence while some newly released action movie played on your TV. Calum’s arm was wrapped around your shoulders keeping you tight to his side, and although you could’ve sworn that you had been in this exact same position hundreds of times, you felt as if this were the very first time. Every single one of your nerves were on fire and the warmth that had flooded your body was making you antsy.

Feeling overwhelmed by your senses, you allowed your eyes to flutter close with a deep inhale.

“You okay?” Calum whispered, dipping his head down slightly to reach your ear.

You opened your mouth to respond but didn’t trust your voice to protrude through your shaky exhales, settling for a subdued nod instead.

“You sure?” his words were long and drawled out, despite your eyes being closed you knew his proximity from the feeling of his breath just behind your ear.

Before you could speak up his hand secured itself just above your knee, and your muscles flexed involuntarily at the contact.

“Relax, y/n” he continued, his thumb beginning to run repeatedly over a spot on your inner knee.

Everything in your brain was screaming at you to excuse yourself, maybe even kick him out, anything to gain some space and hopefully some clarity from the cloud of sexual tension that was looming over the two of you and blurring boundaries at lightning speed. But you were essentially frozen in place, petrified that any movement would alert Calum to the way he was affecting you.

Your head lolled back to rest on his forearm which was lying behind you on the couch and finally peeled your eyes open, staring up at the ceiling.

He watched you from the corner of his eye, taking note of every rise and fall of your chest, every thick swallow of your throat.

If there was one thing Calum was well versed in, it was his ability to read you, he liked to think he knew you better than anyone else in the world. He could tell exactly how you were feeling just by watching you, your face, your breathing and he was more than shocked when he started getting the feeling you were no longer upset but something far more appealing.

Were you turned on? Right here in his presence? The thought made blood rush to his dick, which twitched in his pants when another breathy sigh passed your lips.

“What’re you thinking about, love?”

Everything in you urged you to answer honestly, just tell him the truth. “You, I’m thinking about you. I’m always thinking about you.” But you couldn’t do that, so instead you deflected.

“What’re you thinking about?” you countered, meeting his eyes.

Calum questioned his next words very carefully, debating whether or not he could recover if he was wrong about what you were feeling and you shut him down. It was pointless though, he knew he would never recover from your rejection. He also knew that spontaneous combustion wouldn’t look very good on his tombstone and that’s exactly what would happen if he spent one more minute not kissing you.

Fuck it.

“That pretty little set you had on last night.” he confessed.

That you weren’t expecting.

A quiet whine rang from your throat and you were far too affected to feel embarrassed.

And that did it, Calum was now impossibly hard in his pants, no doubt leaking precum onto his boxer briefs. He needed to get his hands on you, now.

His hand started to slowly travel up your thigh, goosebumps rising on every centimeter they passed.

“So gorgeous in red, aren’t ya y/n?”

“Cal,” you hissed when his thumb brushed the sensitivity of your inner thigh.

“Mm.” he hummed. “It’d be pretty hard fo’me to stop right now, but I will if that’s what you want. Is that what you want, love?”

He was sure he’d cry if he had to let go of you now, but he needed to hear you say it.

“No, don’t wanna stop.” you whined, turning your body flush to his.

“Whaddya want then, baby? Hm?” You could feel his every word on the flushed skin of your neck as he leaned into the crook.

“Want you.”

He could’ve came then and there.

“Then I’m all yours.” he admitted before crashing his lips on yours.

Your heart was in your stomach as his tongue entered your mouth, explorative and eager. He was too busy memorizing your taste to notice your fingers tugging at his sweater. You attempted to push it up desperate to feel his skin under your hands. You were able to pull the fabric up about halfway before they were blocked by his arms that were holding you close against him.

Calum laughed when you pulled apart from the kiss, giving him a disappointed look.

“Want it off?” he teased.

You couldn’t bother to be embarrassed when you nodded eagerly in response. He didn’t waste any time peeling the fabric off of his skin, and you were quick to lightly run a finger across the ink feather just below his collarbone.

Now it was his turn to tug on your clothes, “Level the playing field?”

You nodded, lifting your arms and allowing him to lift the sweatshirt over your head leaving your chest completely bare. Calum groaned at the sight of your tits, his hands quickly finding your waist and tugging you down to lay on your back in one swift motion.

Once you were laid out in front of him he took the opportunity to explore the new skin. His hands left a lingering warmth as they dragged across your stomach and despite the kind words and endearing demeanor that he always upheld with you, you found yourself shying under his gaze, wanting to curl away from him. As your hands began to wrap around your stomach in an attempt to cover yourself up he quickly pushed them away, locking them in place on either side of you.

“Wanna see everything baby, all of you.” he cooed in your ear before nipping at the lobe.

His kisses began to travel down your neck, sucking a few marks to your collar bones and the surrounding areas. When his fingers grazed over a fresh bruise in the dip just between your neck and shoulders you hissed lightly.

“You look so pretty marked up for me. All mine, aren’t you baby? Not Cam’s, mine. Say it.”

“Yours, Cal.” you admitted, feeling your body sink further into the couch. You had never felt drunk off of someone’s words before and the experience was leaving you sputtering, completely compliant to your best friend.

He hummed contently at your confession, his large hands gripping at your hips, before slowly peeling your leggings off.

“Y’feel so good in my hands, like you were made for me.” his thumbs poking at the soft skin, just beneath your panties.

The feeling of his hands so close to where you needed them, but not quite there was driving you crazy.

“Cal, please.” you begged.

He groaned before tugging at the cotton covering you. “Cam’s a fucking idiot, y’know that? He had the prettiest girl in the world and treated her like shit. I’d never do that, wanna worship you baby.”

It was ridiculous how overwhelmed his words were leaving you, all desperate and squirming. As his fingers met the soaked expanse of your cunt you couldn’t hold back the throaty moan it elicited.

A pornographic sigh followed close behind, one that made Calum want to pinch himself to ensure he wasn’t in the midst of a haunting dream.

“Soaked f’me darling.” he mused, running his fingers up and down your folds to completely coat you in your arousal. You whimpered at the feeling, bucking your hips up desperate for friction.

Tutting while shaking his head, he used one hand on your lower stomach to press you back down to the couch.

“Stay still for me won’t you, love?” he cooed, continuing to run his fingers over your core lightly.

When you bobbed your head up and down in agreement he lifted your leg to his mouth, pressing a kiss to your calf.

“Hm, good girl.” he praised, softly laying your leg back down.

Calum hovered above you, dipping his head down every so often to peck at your chest, his fingers still unrelenting. The knot in your lower stomach tightened every second that passed and you felt like you could scream at any second, yearning to be full.

Calum felt like he could burst any minute himself but was determined to make this experience the best of your life. He wanted to give you something to remember, a reason to want more.

Your soft moans and frustrated grunts alerted him to your neediness and he was just about ready to give in for the both of you.

“What do you need from me, baby?” he said against your shoulder before peppering kisses across your collar bones.

You could only respond with an airy moan when his fingers found your clit.

“Hm? My fingers?” You shook your head aggressively. He knew exactly what you wanted, the tease.

“No? Want my mouth?” he teased further, leaving an opened mouth kiss in between your tits.

“Cal,” you sighed. “Fuck me, please.”

He groaned at your words, nipping lightly at the skin before ridding himself of his pants.

“You’re a fucking dream, y’know that?” he praised, desperately searching for a condom in his pants. When he finally located one he held it up to you as if it were a prized possession, smiling proudly at his own preparedness.

He hastily freed himself from the constraints of his boxers and rolled the condom on, never once taking his eyes off of the blissful expression on your face.

“Ready?” he questioned, his tip lightly pressing at your entrance. You nodded and sucked in a breath, bracing yourself for the stretch, your eyes falling closed in the process.

When a few seconds went by and nothing happened you opened your eyes to find Calum staring down at you in awe.

“Cal,” you whined. “what’re you doing?”

Your words seemed to break him from his trance, he shook his head and muttered an apology to you.

“Sorry, fuck you’re pretty. You’ve got no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.”

“Then stop waiti-” your words were cut off by a sharp hiss that couldn’t have been prevented as his length finally pressed into you.

“Fuck.” Calum groaned his head falling back. You felt too good around him, seriously he was fucked, completely ruined for you.

You felt the exact same as your silky moans filled the room. You had never been filled this good and you questioned how you had gone so long without this.

“M-move” you sighed, clenching around him.

You could hear his breath catch at the feeling and he grunted out a strained, “Need a minute.”

He held himself in place for a few more seconds until his breaths began to even out once again before pulling nearly all the way out and slamming back in.

You yelped, pulling your lip between your teeth in hopes to drown the sound.

He continued slamming into you at an unrelenting pace, taking notice of each time your eyes would roll back when he brushed against your g-spot. He could write a book about how good you looked all fucked for him.

As his thrusts grew closer together you could feel your release creeping up on you.

“Cal, need’ta cum.” you stuttered out.

His hands tightened around your hips, pulling you even closer to him as his head poked at that spot again.

“Go on baby, let go.” he encouraged, willing himself to hold out a little longer as your walls fluttered around him.

Once you had came it only took him about three more thrusts before he was painting the condom with his release, groaning your name as his hand searched for yours to intertwine them as he came down from his own high.

His body flopped next to yours on the couch, both of you struggling to fit next to each other in such a small space, not that either of you minded the close quarters.

Your fingers remained laced together as you caught your breath, Calum peppering kisses to your shoulder and mumbling praises into your skin.

“You’re an angel. God, I just- I love you.” he said, causing your head to snap in his direction.

He looked like a deer in headlights when you asked for him to repeat himself.

“I love you?” he obliged.

“Is it a question?”

“No, I’m just not used to saying it.” he admitted, vulnerability clear in his eyes.

You wanted to kiss away the worried crease in his forehead but instead pressed your lips to his, pulling apart a fraction of an inch to speak after a few seconds.

“I love you too.” you ensured.

Calum eyes widened, not expecting you to say it back, at least not so soon. He had so much he wanted to say to you but figured all of it could be summed up by another kiss to your soft lips. So he closed the distance once again, using a bit more force this time in hopes it would convey the strength of his feelings for you.

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pbelfz · 3 years ago

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Hello captain PB!

I have questions about chapter 8! Bc idk if I’m interpreting the text correctly.

It’s been alluded to by Izuku (I think in chapter 2 or 3) that Katsuki has issues with drinking. It wasn’t a comment on the frequency per se, but his temperament/ attitude intensifies when he drinks.

At first glance, you would think Izuku being upset in chapter 8 is justified, if his comment from the previous chapter was true reality. But Katsuki doesn’t seem all that bad after a couple of drinks. The behavior he displayed was pretty controlled and civil. He seemed more fit to make decisions than Y/N (then again three glasses of wine is going to look different on him than her). So is Izuku being upset about them drinking together coming from a place of genuine concern bc of things Katsuki has done in the past, or is it about control? Specifically the way Izuku exercises a need for control in his relationship.

Also, why did Katsuki suggest calling Izuku so late? While I fully understand they had been drinking his behavior and actions prior suggest that he may have been more sober at this point. Was he making some sort of display or statement to intentionally get at Izuku, or was he really was just “taken with wine”?

Maybe it’s me bc I hyper focus on behavior of others and I’m distrustful of…everyone, but do I spy the being stages of potential love bombing at the start of chapter 8? What are those grand gestures and why does it makes me uneasy 🤨

Anyways chapter 8 was great! I can’t wait to analyse the next one! Hope you’re well ��️ and be confident in your writing skills, you’re amazing!

TW: alcohol

Great observation!

What exactly does "issues with drinking" imply in the situation with Katsuki? And what can that look like in real life?

Does someone with "drinking issues" drink too much? Do they get angry when they drink? Do they become a different person? Does it make those around them uncomfortable? Or are their drinking habits just beyond the preference of their social circle and that's what makes it an "issue"?

Let's think about what alcohol does to a person, so we can dissect why Katsuki appeared to still be generally the same while tispy.

Everyone's heard of an angry drunk, sad drunk, etc. Drinking obviously affects every part of your brain. Your prefrontal cortex, which controls decision-making and personality, is located at the front of your brain, so imagine there's a barrier on your forehead blocking all of your negative emotions, like anger, sadness, jealousy. Just stuff we don't typically show to the public, but we might be thinking about in our head. Alcohol lowers that barrier; so, if a person who is already angry, sad, jealous, but kept it hidden, drinks, they will most likely now be honest about those emotions. With this in mind, no one is an "angry drunk" or a "sad drunk" every time they drink.

So!

How does that apply to Katsuki?

He and (Y/n) were just having a good time. Katsuki definitely has a higher alcohol tolerance than (Y/n), so he wasn't really affected by the wine.

And no, he wasn't trying to provoke Izuku by calling him, LOL. Hearing (Y/n) say she missed their partner, his tipsy mind was like, "Oh! I know how to fix that!" and blurted out a response before thinking about how Izuku would feel about them drinking or considering it was 2 AM.

#gives a whole psych lesson #tto is so hard bc i cant answer a lot of questions yet #TTO theories #alcohol /

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rainpudding · 3 years ago

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Hey! I just wanted to say your works are lovely! May I request angst alphabet with Kaeya? Letters: a, f, i, m, w. Thank you very much! <3

note; I DO NOT romanticize toxic relationships, they're not cute or "romantic" this is just angst and the relationship is mentioned multiple times as unhealthy!

note; ty for supporting me ily!

ANGST ALPHABET | KAEYA

alcohol flustrated injury mistakes weak

tw; alcohol,injury, unhealthy relationship,kaeya being manipulate and emotionally abusive jerk, violence mental breakdown and more mentioned,sadism...

Injury (how do they react when you’re hurt?)

Kaeya isn't really scared of you getting hurt, he knows you're strong and he trusts you as much as he can. If you're also a knight of favounius he will try going onto missions with you! If you're not he will just try to ask Amber or someone who often clears the hillicurl camp to make sure you're okay.

If you come home with a small cut he will probably just tease you. A few words to see your flustrated expression. He doesn't really mind tho, he knows that getting hurt is part of your work. He will most likely just give you patches and on top, a short loving kiss.

However, if you came with a big injury his goofy mood would drop instantly. He would grow very worried his brows slightly furrowed. He would quickly help you sit down and start cleaning your wound. You would sit in uncomfortable silence waiting for him to finish. He would be very angry (opposite of a childe who would be very sad and whiny) you just shivered as you could feel the dark aura surrounding him.

Later he would sit in front of you looking you into eyes, his hands holding yours as he is silent. You feel awkward the wound was very big. You knew the domain was dangerous yet you still risked it.

You tried to look away but you could still feel him staring, waiting for you to explain to him why do you have a gigant scar on your belly.

When you started to talk he just sighed, he took you to bed and peppered your face with kisses while whispering how he can't lose you.

Frustrated (how do they act in a fight?)

( i already did how he acts in fights in fluff alphabet! But because this is angst let's make Kaeya more toxic/sadistic :))

- Fights are not something you want to experience with Kaeya. He loves seeing you mad, the way you just scream at him trying to keep your cold attitude. Trying to not break in front of him. As you wipe your tears so he can't see you cry. It really makes him entertained. Pushing you to your absolute limits he counters how much more he has to continue for you to explode.

- Seeing you like this, shouting and crying as you're waving your arms. He keeps teasing you and joking making it seems he doesn't care. Like your opinions don't matter. Like It's nothing to him.

- He just keeps insulting you and making fun of you, his shit-eating grin never fading and his cheeky laugh pissing you off. Soon he even starts ignoring your arguments. As you're trying to solve it he just ignores you laughing at your stupidy. Thinking about more words that could hurt you, even using your doubts and insecurities and other sensitive topics.

That keeps going until he touches something that hurtful that it makes you shaky and your knees drop. Your head starts to hurt as your vision is blurry. Like you're stuck in the labitinth of your own sick mind. Looking at your hands who are now more like s/c smudges you're shaking.

Kaeya's actions depend on how unhealthy your relationship is;

1; he would immediately stop realizing what he did, he would hug you tightly apologizing over and over. What an idiot he is. He feels ashamed and disgusted with himself. He tries to calm you down.

2; his smile becomes even bigger, wow he did it. He completely broke you. In a few minutes! How many Uhm- was it five? That's a new record. He laughs at your pathetic form.

Alcohol (do they drink too much?)

This again depends on how much your relationship is unhealthy! I would say it would go two ways;

Unhealthy relationship; Yes, kaeya drinks a lot. He drinks that much you're worried about his health, you trust Diluc that he will keep eye on him. But you're worried, but Kaeya doesn't listen to you. He calls you overdramatic.

Every time he comes home drunk just to go right to sleep, he can't keep balance and he looks sick. But if you talk to him he starts yelling and shouting soonly collapsing unconscious. And when he is sober and you try to talk to him about the drinking problem he just smiles.

Slowly leans to your ear and whispers how easily he can leave you, and how you can't stop him.

Somehow healthy but not so strong relationship; Kaeya drinks a lot. Sometimes collapsing in the tavern so Diluc calls you and helps you get him to Kaeya's and your shared home.

He wouldn't get abusive but he wouldn't stop.

Mistakes (make up after fight)

Interesting question! Again two ways;

Unhealthy; no, he wouldn't sorry to tell you. He wouldn't break up with you since he somehow sees you as some kind of trophy for his personal gain. He just loves seeing you cry and the way you come to him apologizing even though he was the one who hurt you. The way you have those big puppy eyes? So adorable! His sick mind and sick behavior, he just finds it addicting to see you cry.

Somehow healthy in?; Kaeya would def take his time before he apologizes. He would sit down with a glass of wine thinking and thinking alone in corner of Diluc's tavern. He feels guilty so guilty. And he tries to get this disgusting feeling off him by drinking wine, hopefully forgetting what he did to you. Expect to be wakened at 3 am with drunk Kaeya who is crying and hugging you. Peppering your face with kisses with still vine glass in his hand.

He is really overdramatic as he is fully drunk. He even gets to his kneees begging you not to break up.

Weak (they break down in front of you)

"Y/n Y/n Y/n I'm begging you," he cries, kneeling on the floor his hands clasped together. His eyes are full of tears as his hair is messy. The air is cold from the open window near the bed. You who are trying to calm him down cupping his cheeks. "Shhh Kaeya, I already said It's okay we will not break up!" you spoke. Your voice is quiet and calming. His eyebrows scrunched together," I don't want to break up," he said carefully. "Pinky promise," he took your hand. You smiled kissing him on the cheek. "I'm so sorry so sorry," he mutters with a sadness in his voice. " You deserve so much better," he quietly whispers. "Can I get a hug?" He asks you his eyes lighting, but as soon as you get your arms around him ready to hug he falls asleep. ; healthy relationship drabble

MASTERLIST

#genshin kaeya #genshin impact #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x you #kaeya icons #kaeya x reader #kaeya alberich #kaeya x you #kaeya angst #genshin angst #genshin impact kaeya #genshin impact angst

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the-bau-quinjet · 4 years ago

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Nice to meet you, where you been?

Chapter 2 of In Breakable Heaven!

Summary: Reader becomes acquainted with some members of the BAU.

Warnings: none that I can think of!

Word Count: ~1900

Penny came back out to the foyer, handing you the oversized t-shirt and shorts you left here last time you slept over. You pulled them on quickly, following Penny to the living room where you instantly realized, it was more than just you, Penny, and the tall man in the apartment. You stopped moving as you took in the additional new faces. You had never met Penny’s team before, but she had talked about them a ton. You blushed again thinking of how you must look a mess right now.

“Everyone, this is Y/N! She is my very best friend and she is very sad so we are going to cheer her up.” Penny started the introductions. “Y/N, this is Derek Morgan, Jennifer Jareau aka JJ, and Emily Prentiss.” You took in the names as Penny went around the room. Eyes bouncing between a very muscular bald man and two of the most attractive women you’ve ever seen. “Oh, and for a more formal introduction, this is Dr. Spencer Reid, although you two met at the door.” Your eyes attempted to meet his again, but he was staring at the ground. You couldn’t help the whisper that escaped your lips “Doctor.”

Either the profilers didn’t hear it, or chose to ignore it, along with the blush forming on your cheeks yet again. You looked around the room again and couldn’t stop yourself from speaking your thoughts. “God, is it a requirement to be hot as hell to work for the FBI?” Everyone laughed as you threw your hand over your mouth, eyes widening. “Oh God. That’s embarrassing. It’s true though, what a good looking team.” That earned more laughter form the group.

It was clear they were all wondering why you had just sobbed into their coworkers adorable sweater vest. You waited a beat hoping someone would say something. But since they were all staring at you, and you hate awkward silences, you couldn’t help but blurt out “today was my 3 year anniversary with my boyfriend,” Not noticing the slight frown appear on Spencer’s face, you continued “but I went over to his place and found him in bed with another woman. So now I am very drunk.” Their faces all softened, offering slight words of encouragement as you sunk into the sofa and picked up the bottle of white wine from the table. Not even bothering with a glass, you started drinking again. You drank nearly half the bottle before taking a breath.

“Woah” you heard someone say, but honestly you didn’t know who. “Why don’t we play a game or something? Maybe switch to water so you don’t completely hate yourself tomorrow?” You realized it was JJ talking. “I am always down – hiccup – for a game. I must warn you, I am extremely competitive though. Plus, I don’t get hungover so I’ll be fine.” You looked at their disbelieving faces. “Fine” you muttered, annoyed at having to explain this again, “I’ll switch to water for a bit. But only because I want to win.”

Penny went to get the cards, confirming your statement “Y/N is right ya know. She has never been hungover. I’ve seen her drink countless tequila shots, chase them each with a wine cooler and clean her entire apartment before 8 AM the next day.”

“Impressive.” Derek smirked as he looked at you.

“What can I say? It really boosts my productivity.” The room chuckled as the hot doctor chimed in.

“Your liver is responsible for breaking down all the alcohol you consume into an enzyme called acetaldehyde, the toxin responsible for hangovers. Recent studies have shown about 23% of people are able to break down the acetaldehyde much faster resulting in little to no hangover symptoms. Whether or not you experience hangovers is based 45% on genetics.” You looked over to him, wildly impressed with the first words you’ve heard him say.

“What’s the other 55% based on?” You asked, intrigued to finally know why you don’t actually experience hangovers. He looked surprised as he met your eyes for the first time since you entered the room.

“It’s actually a mixture of volume of alcohol, water, and food consumption.” You chuckled as he said this.

“Well, it must be genetics for me because there are a few times I remember making very bad choices…” You felt the thought slip away as Dr. Spencer Reid smiled at you.

“How can she even do simple math right now? Based on the story she’s had 10 drinks in the last 3 hours?” Emily whispered to JJ and Derek. They exchanged glances as Penny finally sat back down with the cards.

“What should we play?” She asked the room, but mostly you. You could already feel your competitive edge creeping in as you tore your eyes from Spencer’s to suggest one of your favorite group games. “Egyptian Rat Screw!” It should be especially fun since you were all drinking. Nobody seemed to know the game though, so you quickly explained the rules as you took the cards to shuffle and deal.

“Remember, whoever gets all the cards wins. Slap sandwiches and doubles. Royals have the special rules we just talked about. If you slap and there’s nothing there, you have to put a card in the bottom of the pile.” You said as everyone got situated around the table unsure what to expect. “Ready?” you asked, a mischievous grin on your face.

After winning the first two games you couldn’t help but tease everyone “I am definitely the drunkest one here. I thought a group of FBI agents would have better reaction times!” You giggled as everyone laughed along with you. You dealt the cards into five piles, one for each agent. “No cards for you?” Derek asked. “Nope.” You popped the “p” as you took in their confused faces. “I’m going to start with no cards and see if I still win.” There was a clear competitive glint in your eyes, with a matching smirk. They seemed disbelieving that you would pull out another win, but continued along with the game.

You hadn’t even tried slapping the table until there was only Spencer and Derek left with cards. Emily, JJ, and Penelope were chatting aimlessly, having lost interest a few minutes ago. You sat up and stared at the ever growing pile of cards. The whole game was basically memorizing the order of cards, or at least the general timeline. You knew as soon as Derek played his jack, Spencer would follow with an identical card. As you spotted the first jack hit the pile, Derek taunted Spencer “Haha pretty boy, one chance to get a royal or I’m pulling in the big pile.” The two of them seemed to have forgotten that you could get back in the game. Spencer smiled as he flipped over what you knew to be a jack. It was clear from the smirk on his face he knew it was a jack as well. What he didn’t count on was your cat-like reflexes slapping the pile before he could finish laughing at Derek’s sad face.

The two of them looked shocked as you picked up the cards, readying them for the next set of flipping. “Damn girl, I thought you forgot how to play.” Derek laughed at the smug grin you were wearing. He only had two cards left. Easily knocking Derek from the game, he joined the side conversation being had in the kitchen as he resigned to another round lost. You turned to Spencer, almost whispering “Looks like it’s just you and me, Doctor.” Spencer looked up from his cards stating, “you sound pretty confident considering your opponent has an eidetic memory and knows the exact order of both our hands.” You stuck your tongue out as you placed your first card. “Not fair.”

Minutes passed as the game drew on, neither player really making an advance. You yawned as you flipped another card onto the table, losing focus for just a second. Reid recognized the pattern emerging, getting ready to slap after your next card. You forgot to look at the potential for a sandwich, playing your next card. You noticed it a second to late as you slapped your hand down. Spencer beat you too it though, and when your hand landed it was on top of his. You didn’t move at first, shocked to have lost so many cards at once. Spencer was gloating as you picked up his hand and put it on top of yours.

He finally looked down to see you pulling the cards toward you before jumping up to get them back. You held the cards close to your heart, faking the offense you felt at his suggestion that you would cheat, despite your very obvious cheating. When he reached for the cards, you backed up into the couch, holding them above your head. He knelt over you, leaning forward to reach your outstretched hand, forgetting for just a second that he really didn’t know you at all and being this close should make him uncomfortable.

You shrieked as he tickled your sides to pull the cards in. He was gloating yet again as he pulled them from your grasp, not realizing how close the two of you had become. The two of you froze yet again as you felt that same magnetic force as earlier pulling you closer as you looked into his eyes. He cleared his through as he sat up, returning to his seat to finish the game.

The two of you continued the game until you only had a few cards left. “It appears as though your winning streak is quickly coming to an end.” Spencer joked with you, playing a queen. He was clearly trying to ease whatever tension was lingering from your couch experience. You glanced at the cards in the middle of the table. It must have been 45 cards in the pile. You switched tactics to playing the cards as quick as possible to prevent another mistake.

A queen meant playing two cards in a row. You knew you had two sevens in a row in your hand, so you were ready to take him down. You glanced up stating “Rule 1: The Doctor lies.” You stated matter-of-factly as you flipped over your first seven. “Oh, and don’t blink.” You said, playing the second and slapping it before he finished comprehending your two Doctor Who references. You just had an instinctual feeling that Doctor Who would distract him.

You finished the game with relative ease as the others made their way back into the room. You celebrated as you took the rest of his cards, completing the game and adding another tally to the mental scoreboard you had in your head. As everyone sat back down, you put the cards away. It was now 12:30 in the morning and suddenly you were exhausted. You rose from your seat, putting your coat back on your shoulders. “I should go home” you said, earning stares from everyone.

“You are completely welcome to stay the night here!” Penelope said as you continued preparing to leave.

“Thank you, Penelope, but I already feel so much better.” You chanced a glance at Spencer to see him staring right back. “I want to go home and lay in my bed and throw all his stuff out the window. Plus I could really use some fresh air right now.” Everyone started to verbally object now. Sometimes you forgot what Penelope does for a living and how much she’s seen. “No really, I’ll be fine.” You continued, “I live in The City Block, it’s only half a mile from here!” This did nothing to satisfy the worried looks on the five faces staring back at you.

“That’s on the way to my building.” Spencer stated. “I’ll walk with you, okay?” You looked up, surprised. Slowly a small smile appeared on your face. “Okay.” Somehow that was all you could manage. Everyone said their goodbyes as you and Spencer made your way out of the apartment and started walking down the street.

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soft-for-them · 4 years ago

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cogs turn ♡ caleb widogast x reader

anon: Romance? Caleb widoghast? Telling him he IS worthy of love? Mayhaps?!!

gender neutral reader (anyone can read), this boy needs all the hugs! not proof read,

couldn't find a gif to match the fic so just imagining hugging caleb like this,

‘Caleb?’ you whisper with trepidation as you watch to man you’re in love with sit on the edge of the tavern bed, his head in his hands and the cogs in his mind very loudly clicking in thought.

You are leaning on the door frame of his small room, a small goblet of wine in one hand and a plate of food in the other.

The Nein had all had a nice hearty meal in the small tavern, alcohol being drunk like water and smiles all around. Well, everyone had a smile except Caleb.

Caleb Widogast . The man you have slowly but surely fallen in love with over the course of the Nein’s journey. You had both become friends very quickly due to you also being a wizard, though at the time of meeting you weren’t the best only really knowing basic healing magic.

Though whilst you can say you are quite similar to Caleb in most respects you know that you don’t overthink as much as him.

‘Caleb.’ You say again but louder.

His face peers up to you and for a moment it looks like his face buffers. His hands fall to his chin and his eyes widen and dilate, the cogs still clicking away in his brain.

‘You hardly eat your food so I thought…’ you trail off but you raise you hands up to show him the food and drink.

‘You didn’t have too-‘ he looks up to your face to see your concern, ‘-but thank you.’

He sulks up, one hand rubbing his eyes which are red in irritation, his over hand takes the plate from your hand.

‘Nott stole some of the best wine for you.’ You try to cheer him up, passing him the goblet.

Caleb mutters another thank you and sits back down in his place on the edge of the bed, the plate on his lap and the cup being held in both hands. He sniffs the wine and grimaces at the overly pungent smell. He places the cup down on the ground.

‘Most expensive wine doesn’t mean it taste nice?’ you try to joke, stepping into the room.

‘It smells too sweet.’ he plainly says whilst looking down at his food, ‘It’s my favourite.’

His smile, the small smile that disappears in an instant, blooms on his face.

‘A bit of magic and voilà!’ your hands move in awkward movements as you edge closer him, ‘I asked the tavern owner if I could use her kitchen in the back.’

‘You’re too kind (y/n).’

A long silence drowns the room as Caleb begins to pick and eat at his food, you don’t know if you should leave or stay. You’re kind of in a limbo standing awkwardly in the middle of the room.

Though he is eating Caleb still seems off, his brows more knitted together and his back hunched over.

‘Do you want me to get Nott?’ you suddenly ask, knowing that the goblin woman is probably better at comforting him.

Caleb shakes his head in a ‘no’ but he does pat the spot next to him on the bed.

‘Come sit (y/n).’ With quick and long steps, you place yourself down next to Caleb with just enough room that he still has room to move.

You pat down your baggy high waist trousers and puffy sleeved shirt, more for something to do with your hands then to actually smooth the folds in your clothes. Your wizard robes have long been discarded once everyone had started eating so you feel a bit exposed.

Normally you’re drowning in plush purple robes with many pockets and buttons to fiddle with.

Caleb stops eating and focuses his eyes on your hands, which are now fiddling on your lap.

‘Are you ok (y/n)?’ you lift your face to look at him, his face snapping up to connect his eyes with you for a short moment.

His eyes are dilated so big, it reminds you of a cat.

‘I’m totally fine Caleb, are you ok?’ you press hoping that he’d talk to you.

‘I-‘ he pauses then places his plate on the floor next to the wine, ‘I been thinking a lot.’

‘It’s all you ever do Caleb.’ You slide closer to the man, ‘I can practically hear the cogs turning in your head.’

You both look up to each other, eyes not parting this time, a small dusting of red appearing on your cheeks.

‘What are you thinking of Caleb.’ It’s not really a question per say it’s more of a thought said out loud whilst you’re being distracted by his bright but puffy red eyes. You can see the sadness on his face now that you so close to him.

‘He’s been crying.’ You think, your eyebrows knitting together and lips going into a small frown.

‘You don’t want to hear about my worries.’

‘Caleb.’ You tentatively place your hand on his arm, ‘I am here for you… Please tell what’s wrong.’

He can see the pain on your face but you are unsure if he knows that you like him a lot and that seeing him so sad makes you feel sad too. You don’t want him to feel sadder because you now feel sad but when you’re around Caleb you just can’t control your emotions.

You’re like an open book when around him, you just hope that he is able to read you.

You can feel his arm twitch at your touch but then relax, the hairs on his arm are raised. Your other free hand goes and takes his hand on the same arm. He immediately grasps onto you.

‘I’ve just been thinking too much.’ he can see that he can tell you anything and you’ll keep it a secret till the day you die, he can trust you, ‘I’ve realised that I don’t deserve love.’

Your hand clutches around his and you move right up so your sides are touching.

‘Caleb Widogast !’ your voice is more shocked that loud, it sounds like you’re about to cry then and there, ‘You deserve all the love in the world!’

Your thumb rubs his knuckles as your eyes begin to water.

‘It’s don’t d-‘

‘It is not true!’ you can see that his eyes are watering too, ‘You may not feel like you deserve love but you do! Anyway, you can’t really decide if you deserve it or not especially is someone already loves you.’

‘But no one loves me.’ A tear runs down your face.

‘All the Nein loves you and I love you.’ The sentence is merely a sob that lets the dam of tears free from your eyes. Caleb’s tears also start to flow but his face covey utter confusion.

The cogs in his brain tick as he thinks once more but eventually his face turns into a soft smile, not the sad face he had before.

‘You can’t.’ the sentence is a knee jerk reaction; he is overwhelmed with confusion and happiness from your words.

‘I bloody well can love you.’ You choke out through the tears, ‘And I understand if you don’t like me back but you need to know that you are loved so much.’

Once again Caleb pauses but his mind has only one thought.

He loves you too.

There is still the voice in his head that is telling him that he doesn’t deserve you but at this moment it’s so easy to ignore.

He tries to stutter out a coherent sentence but he can’t, all he does is lean over placing his forehead against yours.

‘You are worthy of all the love in this world.’ You mutter as you take your free hand and place it on his cheek.

Much like a cat he nudges his cheek more into your hand and you are happy to stroke his face with your thumb, wiping away the stray tears.

‘Can we stay here like this for a while?’ he asks.

‘We can stay like this forever if you want.’

Nott is atop of Jester’s shoulders, the both of them drunk off their asses on the sweet but stolen wine. Nott is in a rare overly happy drunk state whilst Jester mutter old songs as she stumbles to Nott and Caleb’s shared room.

‘Shhh, we need to be quiet!’ Jester slurs very loudly as she lowers Nott down in front of the bedroom door.

The women both laugh a drunk laugh as Nott open the door. She slowly shuts the door ajar and turn to Jester.

‘Can I stay in your room tonight?’ she asks.

‘But (y/n) is in my room.’ Jester states.

All Nott does is drag Jester to the crack of the door to see a sleeping Caleb and you in the dim candlelight.

Caleb’s arms are wrapped right around you, his face nestled in the crook of you neck. Your head is on top of his and your legs are wrapped around him. It may seem comfortable but the two of you are in bliss as you both sleep, neither of you letting go.

‘Awwww!’ Jester coos.

‘I knew it!’ Nott cheers.

‘Come along Miss the Brave we do not want to wake the love birds.’ Jester Drunkenly says pulling the goblin, who is as happy as a mother can be about Caleb and you.

GIVE.HIM.ALL.OFF.THE.LOVE.IN.THE.WORLD

anyhow, i’ve been trying to make my fics gender neutral unless the request says otherwise, so i hope i haven’t left any gendered thing in here.

request for critical role are open (just not i’m not fully up to date...)

#caleb widogast x reader #caleb widogast #critical role #critical role x reader #the mighty nein #the mighty nein x reader #nott the brave #jester lavorre

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letters-from-eros · 4 years ago

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I know you don't have rules for that already but can I ask for relationship hc's for Chuuya and Dazai with a fem or gender neutral s/o?😳❤

A/N: Am I foaming from the mouth for my first BSD request? Maybe. I hope this is good though. I added in a short part on how they asked you out cause I wanted this to be different and unique from most dating HCs.

Pairing(s): Dazai Osamu, Chuuya Nakahara x GN!Reader

Warnings: Slight mention of suicide in Dazai's, cursing

Form: Headcanon

Also: These ran super duper long I'm so sorry

You managed to cuff the suicidal maniac, huh?

Well done, my friend, well done

It took him so long to ask you out, and even when he did it wasn't planned. In all honesty, he never planned to tell you about his feelings. The excruciating part for him is that he did fall pretty fast, and realized he was falling even faster.

He didn't deny them, that wouldn't make it go away. He knew that. He sat and let it festered, hoping it would just disappear at some point.

Had the mindset of anything he loved he'd lose, y'know? Sad but so.

The way I'd imagine it happening is that you both are either working late at the ADA (with just the two of you there) or just at his place hanging out into all hours of the night.

Both of you are laughing at some dumb joke Dazai made and as the laughter dies out he feels.. Bittersweet. You make him feel genuinely happy, like there's no need to put on any mask or facade. That was not a feeling he had with anyone else.

Once silence fully overtakes you both it slips out of his mouth, purely on accident.

"I love you"

"More than suicide?"

"Y/n I'm serious!"

From that night forward you had the pleasure of being the partner of Dazai Osamu, with his feelings being released in an extremely cliche coming-of-age-movie way.

Okay, onto actually dating Dazai

Still goofy as all hell. Honestly the only thing that has really changed is the he lets you in a lot less hesitantly on small things. Its easier to put cracks in his walls, per se

Unbothered by PDA and will probably make out with you in public and not see why that isn't a thing that should be done or why you wouldn't like it.

(Just tell him if you don't, he'll get over it eventually)

Will kiss you everywhere, doesn't exactly have a favorite place, but where he does end up kissing you the most is your forehead for convenience. He'll kiss your wrist if he's holding your hand, too.

Clingy as all hell, always wants to be touching you in some way and becomes the biggest dramatic bitch when he can't be around you.

Kunikida will actually punt him if he says he'll die if he's away from you for another second. For the tenth time

No more suicide attempts once you two are dating, and doesn't ask for a double suicide with you because he knows it'll upset you quite a bit

He flirts with you like he's trying to get you to date him lmao he will never ease up, especially if it gets you bashful.

Dazai would NOT be dating you if he did not trust you a whole lot, so thats something that is pretty vital to the relationship.

That being said, please be understanding of the pieces of Dazai he keeps locked away to never see the light of day again and trust him just as much as he trust you. Its important especially if you don't want the relationship to be one-sided

Also with the high amount of trust he places in you, he doesn't get jealous easily. I mean he may get pissy that you're not giving him any attention but jealous is never the right word to use

Mf finally washes his fucking clothes once he starts dating you. Doesn't smell like the bottom of the ocean on a regular basis anymore.

Dates are always chill and rarely super extravagant. Park dates are often but Dazai's truly preferred date is snuggling inside, watching a few movies and slipping in and out of naps.

Belladonna is his go-to petname for you, of course, but he may bounce around with other petnames for kicks.

He will start calling you weird shit if you ignore him for to long.

Never raises his voice at you unless its in some joking manner. On the rare occurrence that you two have an argument he would need to get extremely riled up before he resorts to raising his voice. He tries to have patience and usually succeeds.

Dazai gets SO soft and SO loving sometimes, and it can be out of no where or something minuscule could have sparked it. All I know is that its nice and cute 🥰

He's usually pretty vulnerable himself when he gets like that so match his energy, alright? If you don't he might end up a little sour for some short amount of time and be more hesitant to get like that

10/10 Lover. This is by no means an effortless relationship, its a constant battle of figuring out boundaries, running into walls and respecting them. Dating Dazai isn't toxic if you treat him right and when you do? It definitely pays off.

(This got so long. I've had so much pent-up Dazai love and all around BSD love and I finally had an outlet to completely let it out)

HUSBAND. THE LOML

Okay, sorry. But this man is the love of my life, and he will be yours as well.

Took him a while to really figure out his feelings for you, or to better put it, it took him a while to label the feeling he had towards you "love"

But ONCE HE DID mans was practically whipped before you officially started dating omg.

You could notice the shift in attitude when he figured out his feelings. He got nervous, went stiff and blushy all against his will. Maybe a tad bit more snappy.

He'd try to keep his cool and then just eat shit and become a babbling angry mess.

After every encounter and interaction with you he'd end up overthinking all of it and when he catches himself doing that he gets so upset with himself. It's really when he realized that he won't be able to keep his feelings a secret forever.

Definitely started avoiding you when planning on the 🌈perfect🌈 way to ask you out and blamed work if you asked him why he was avoiding you.

Anyway, the way he asks you out was almost as calculated as a proposal.

He asks you to meet him at the port and dress comfortably towards the end of the day

When you get there, Chuuya has a nice place set up for you both. A blanket and a bottle of expensive wine because we all know he's lowkey an alcoholic along with a very nice view of the ocean/port.

Chuuya made sure it didn't radiate too much romantic energy to give his plans away; also, he wasn't that nervous. Once he gets truly determined to do something, he doesn't let something like anxiety get in the way of it. The idea of being rejected was essentially an afterthough

Made an effort to make sure he didn't drink too much and neither did you. He didn't want to take advantage of the possibility of you being drunk by the time he asks you out and he knows he himself has a low tolerance

Once the sun began to set is when he asks. Stutters a little bit towards the beginning but smooths it out.

"Y/n, I uh.. I brought you to tell you that I love you."

"Have you drank too much already, Chuuya?"

"No! I'm completely sober!"

It was overall super cute and unforgettable, just as he planned.

Honestly, being in a relationship with this boy is just 🥰

Spoils you so much. You'll deadass be dripped out head to toe purely in stuff Chuuya has bought you.

Dw, he has an alright sense of fashion

Don't try to discourage him, that'll only get him to buy more stuff.

Chuuya's short and the concept of a size difference doesn't bother him at all, he'll find a way to kiss you regardless lol

On the topic of kissing, his favorite places are your lips and hands

He takes of his gloves whenever he's with you and let me tell you his hands are the softest things ever. Albeit his knuckles are a little calloused sometimes.

If you're anything like me, you'd want his soft hands on you 24/7 and y'know what? Chu would happily oblige.

He isn't like the biggest fan of PDA but certainly isn't against it. He'd rather keep things behind doors as much as he can. Holding hands and small kisses on the cheek are very fine by him.

He isn't like the biggest jealous type? He doesn't become overly irate or anything but certainly doesn't take any pleasure in watching you talk to other guys.

Chuuya does have some form of self restraint when it comes to that. Him getting a lil jealous is one of the only things that'll have him completely make-out with you in public or smth

Chuuya is very snuggly and touchy behind closed doors. He practically becomes Dazai but a lot less goofy

Oh yeah he definitely rants about how much he fucking hates Dazai now n again

Isn't huge on petnames but definitely calls you them every now and again.

Princess, babe and baby are his top few.

Chuuya definitely has a morning voice where it drops 2 octaves and its just 🥰

Never yells at you, its pretty shocking. The only times he's ever raised his voice with you is when its very obvious that he's not genuinely upset with you. Almost for comedic affect because it is angry short boy Chuuya

One may think arguments are often with Chuuya, but they're sort of not. He may be a pretty stubborn individual but he never argues to argue unless its Dazai-

He always works towards and agreement to end the argument as soon as possible. He keeps his cool and will never raise his voice. You can barely call them arguments because of how much he tries to keep his cool.

When he's stressed or had a bad day he gets extremely quiet because he doesn't even want the opportunity to open his mouth and take it out on you. The only words he'll say to you while he's in that state is that he's stress and you didn't do anything wrong just to make sure you're not worried over it.

All and all? Chuuya is the best and there's no way around it. He has his faults but always tries to improve and be his best self for you :)

(I had even more pent-up love for Chuuya and it got even longer, whoops-)

#bungou stray dogs x reader #chuuya x reader #dazai x reader #chuuya nakahara x reader #dazai osamu x reader #dazai headcanons #chuuya headcanons #gn!reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #bsd headcanons #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs headcanons #bungou stray dogs headcanons #hopefully thats enough tags. i hope you enjoyed my bsd debut

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haikyuu-boys-headcanons · 4 years ago

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𝙷𝙰𝙸𝙺𝚈𝚄𝚄 𝙱𝙾𝚈𝚂 + 𝙳𝚁𝚄𝙽𝙺 𝙷𝙲𝚂

𝙺𝙰𝚁𝙰𝚂𝚄𝙽𝙾 𝙴𝙳𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽

QUICK NOTE <3

hello!! starting a hcs series, please let me know if you have any ideas, my request box is always open :)) , TW for drinking

𝙳𝙰𝙸𝙲𝙷𝙸

a responsible drinker

he knows his limits, and he doesn’t tend to cross them since he usually has to look after everyone else afterwards

definitely a beer guy, i can just tell

oohh, but wait till he’s had more than 4 beers. the limits we were talking abt before? ye fuck them he crossed it

manic laughing and surprisingly very loud??

but beware, he can go from happy daichi to scary daichi in seconds

has gotton into a few bar fights here and there, always happens to blame it on the booze

𝚂𝚄𝙶𝙰𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙰

a musical drunk

you already KNOW if there’s karaoke in a bar, drunk suga will happily scream sing any song

has no concept of money and just buys everyone shots

the type of guy to wrap a shaky arm around your shoulder and sing his heart out to any song that’s playing

verrryyy persistent on the idea of starting a band when he’s drunk

“daichiiii please! you don’t even have to know how to play the drums, you can just pretend!”

overall, 10/10 best drunk vibes <3

𝙰𝚂𝙰𝙷𝙸

a self reflective drunk

it only takes asahi 3-4 shots to get him slumping at a bar stool, reflecting back on the time that he walked past those girls in 1st year and they pointed at his shoulders and laughed

“since when are shoulders funny? what is it about my shoulders that made those girls giggle?!?!?!”

becomes very introverted and quiet

eventually, he’d warm up and begin to debate with the people sitting next to him about life and death

this boy is very intrigued by the idea of life and death, he is jesus after all

𝚃𝙰𝙽𝙰𝙺𝙰

a chaotic drunk

after a few drinks, tanaka would start forgetting he had a drink in his hand in the first place and end up dropping it on the floor and just casually walk away

the ultimate hype man

always trying to hype up the quiet bitches to let loose (tsuki i’m looking at u)

this bitch would dare himself to do a keg stand and end up severely regretting it in the morning

100x louder than usual, it’s like having two tanaka’s in one

𝙽𝙸𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙾𝚈𝙰

a kinetic drunk

have you ever seen a toddler on acid? yeah that’s practically noya drunk

a 5′2 beast speeding around the bar, either dancing or running away from people he ‘accidentally’ started fights with

all that moving isn’t good for his stomach though, soon he’ll be running to the nearest sink/bathroom

would puke his entire guts out for approximately 5 minutes and then go straight back to partying

unsurprisingly, he’s always in the middle of the crowd attempting to do a handstand and fails miserably

𝙺𝙰𝙶𝙴𝚈𝙰𝙼𝙰

a competitive drunk

would not hesitate to start bets with people on how much he could drink

this boy clearly doesn’t know his limits, which explains why he’s the first and only one of the group to accidentally get alcohol poisoning

like asahi, he’s also a debater yet he only wants to debate about volleyball

even when he’s drunk, volleyball be on his mind >:(

would probably go to the doctors for having a hangover

𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙰

a lightweight

how would i explain this? hinata would angrily take down shots, wondering why the effects haven’t hit him instantly, and then instantly regret taking even one shot

♫ you got me tripping, oh stumbling , oh flipping ♫

slurring his words, just fumbling all over the place trying to find something or someone to grab to balance himself

like noya, he’s a puker except hinata would not able to bounce back as easy

once he’s at the toilet, that’s where he’s gonna be for the rest of the night

𝚃𝚂𝚄𝙺𝙸𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙼𝙰

a drunk bragger

after a couple drinks, you would find tsukishima crouched in the corner with yamaguchi, just slurring out drunk thoughts

“i... i am so smart. how- how did i get to be th-this smart?”

even a man as organised as tsukki would not be prepared for the effects of the booze, like he would completely forget about hangovers and he’d have the audacity to blame his hangover on sleeping too late

would not be phased by the things he usually is phased by

“hinata and kageyama got trapped in the wine closet? oh that’s cool i guess”

𝚈𝙰𝙼𝙰𝙶𝚄𝙲𝙷𝙸

an emotional drunk

now, being emotional doesn’t necessarily mean being upset, yamaguchi just gets at the most minor things

for example, seeing a stray kitten outside the bar

wow, tears

we honestly don’t know if those are happy tears or sad tears

“just.. the kitty wants to get drunk and have a good time but he can’t! *insert sobs* because he’s just a kitty”

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demoiselledefortune · 4 years ago

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Post canon sangcheng fic recs for @runespoor7

(wooohoo that’s only 25 fics haha)

Silence by inberin

https://archiveofourown.org/works/17441771

a conversation in the snow.

Wonderfully nuanced characterisation. It hints at whole relationship and dynamic with a lot of delicacy.

Windrose by offlight

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18997546

Nie Huaisang is forced into a coma to stop his qi deviation. Jiang Cheng is tasked with waking him up.

There’s a lot of intriguing dreamscapes in this one, and I love Jiang Cheng (and in the background Wei Wuxian)’s desperation and obstinacy.

All the innocence we give by shamiran

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18864910

Learning to renavigate the ground between them is easier than Nie HuaiSang expects. It's also harder than he could have imagined.

Just a sweet story.

Taste the wine off your lips by ExNihiIo

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20129245

A light pat lands against his back, and a cup of water is pushed in front of his face. “Not even Zi Shi, and you’re already tipsy?,” asks a teasing voice, while a thin hand puts down the cup. Jiang Cheng coughs a little more, shaking his head, and sends a dirty look at his host. “I am not tipsy.” “Hm, and yet your cheeks are all red. What would your disciples think, if they saw you in this state?” “They’d think about running away while they can. I can break legs more easily than I can drink alcohol.” A smile curves the edges of Nie Huaisang’s mouth, and he closes his fan with a curt jerk, sitting across the table. He’s wearing lighter clothes, Jiang Cheng notices, compared to the ones he had during the Discussion Conference. Where those had been tight and rigid against his body, these now fall softly on him, the large sleeves sweeping delicately as Nie Huaisang moves to pour himself a cup.

I like the melancholy tone of this one.

The light of autumn: you will not be spared by crooows

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19901467/chapters/47138221

Nie Huaisang arrives a week early for the conference which will be held in Yunmeng to discuss the position of chief cultivator.

[Title is from a poem called "October" by Louise Glück!]

A bit funny, a bit melancholy

You can run but you can’t hide by ThirtySixSaveFiles

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21119297

Nie Huaisang has noticed something about the way Jiang Cheng takes compliments; Nie Huaisang has a theory, and he intends to test it out.

Just Huaisang figuring out Jiang Cheng has a praise kink. Established pairing.

Evening Bloom by dragonofeternal

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20958518

Jiang Cheng is spry and lithe well into his twilight years, living well off Wei Wuxian's stolen youth; Nie Huaisang's golden core, on the other hand, has always been poor- he blacks his hair with ink and dyes, hides the pudge of indolence and the wrinkles of age behind the latest fashions and the finest fans. Perhaps for their peers, finding the space to be vulnerable came easy, but for them it's taken this long to maybe think of letting someone in.

I have a big weakness for stories about old people falling in love and this is one delivers very sweetly.

Four Days in Lanling by Halotolerant

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21722695/chapters/51817036

Nie Huaisang looks at him. ‘You are confusing me, Clan Leader Jiang, perhaps I misunderstand, but…’

‘You didn’t misunderstand. You don’t misunderstand. You understand all of it.’ For six months Jiang Cheng has been mulling this over, and now with Nie Huaisang in front of him he can’t figure out if he most wants to knock him down or kneel at his feet. What he does is try and breathe. Clench his hands at his sides. ‘And now I am going to ask you to do something for me. You have to do something for me. You have to help Jin Ling.’

Ok so perhaps it’s misrepresentating to call this a post canon fic since most of the action is mid-13-years-of-WWX-death but the fairly important framing part is post canon. Also it’s one of the best sangcheng fic out there and a must read.

Shadow eternal by rynleaf

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23162944/chapters/55439032

“You want me to distract the Chief Cultivator from the Annual Cultivation Conference, so you and other sect leaders can… what. Sign contracts without adult supervision?”

“If Jiang-zongzhu is amenable,” Sect Leader Ouyang repeats with a nod.

Jiang Cheng pinches the bridge of his nose. The pressure he felt building behind his eyes all morning is swiftly coalescing into a bitch of a headache. “Just what do you all think I’m capable of?”

Sect Leader Ouyang bows with a cheerful smile. “We have utmost faith in Sandu Shengshou’s abilities.”

In which a night hunt ends in disaster, Jiang Cheng catches a glimpse of Nie Huaisang's heart, and feelings are discussed after a certain fashion.

One that’s between sweet and angsty.

The way is shut, and we cannot go back by saltedpin

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23592523

One month since Guanyin Temple, and some people are coping better than others (or not).

This one is a mostly sad and bitter take on Jiang Cheng reacting to Nie Huaisang’s plot (and being very drunk).

Living memory by ghosthouses

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24827980

Once Jin Guangyao has left, he gives himself two indulgences. The first, a day to scream in his rooms made soundproof with a talisman. The second, a physical list written in code, to keep his older self, who will have let the pain dull with time, accountable for what must be done.

It has only two commandments:

He will die.

and

He will know.

Nie Huaisang puts it in his sleeve with the intention of keeping it with him at all times, to be added to but never reduced, a living memory of his task.

This and its prequel which you should also read is quite short but probably one of my favorite depictions of their dynamic (and probably one I find most plausible).

What’s Left of us by cangse-sanren

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24979081

“Well,” Huaisang tries hesitantly, “both of us seem to have a rather fraught relationship with things like older brothers and the concept of betrayal. And regret,” he adds as an afterthought. "Perhaps you just understand me more than most."

Yet another that dwells into Jiang Cheng reacting to Nie Huaisang’s plan. I really like that take although it’s barely shippy (and quite short).

Descending by lightningwaltz

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25296595

“I want to… to not be embarrassed.”

“To not be embarrassed during what?”

“During sex.” There. Jiang Cheng can say it. “In general. Also with you right now.”

“Very good.”

“When did you become so authoritative?” Jiang Cheng wants to sound irked, but can’t quite manage anything beyond nervous curiosity.

Very interesting fic and in many ways unusual. I’d say it’s hypnosis kink, but it’s much more character driven than that. With a context of established FWB arrangement between Jiang Cheng and Nie Huaisang.

Tell him that I miss our little talks by xiaolongbaobei

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25232023

the post-canon fic where Jiang Cheng becomes the Chief Cultivator, realizes that it's not too late to fall in love and learns to ask for what he wants

Longish fic exploring Jiang Cheng as Chief cultivator working with Nie Huaisang and slowly falling in love with him. I adore this one, and not only because I love fics that explore the idea of Jiang Cheng as chief cultivator.

Blind for Love by manamune

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25760272

Jiang Cheng is poisoned with an aphrodisiac and needs to orgasm repeatedly in order to flush it from his system.

The first person he thinks of going to for help is Nie Huaisang, who does what any good friend would do: he shoves his three decades worth of feelings for Jiang Cheng deep into the recesses of his mind, locks them up so he can pretend they don’t exist, and then fucks him so hard that he passes out.

Mostly a long smutty piece, but with a lot of fun character bits along the way.

A Tight-Knit Family by aldalin

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25500481/chapters/61862899

“Jing Ling, we need to talk.”

Jin Ling has too many uncles, and he’s about to get another.

Sect Leader Jiang announces his marriage to Sect Leader Nie.

A fairly different take, more focused on Jin Ling and Wei Wuxian reacting to Jiang Cheng and Nie Huaisang’s relationship.

A trip to Qinghe by Scorpiwriting

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26974741

An unexpected hunt forces Jiang Cheng to leave the Lotus Pier a bit earlier than he had anticipated, so he decides to send Jin Ling to Qinghe, for the sake of not sending him back to Lanling so soon: it turns into a learning experience for the young sect leader, who gets to peek into the life of the Headshaker.

or.

Jin Ling learns that not everything people say is true and that perhaps there is some merit to art. He also learns that loneliness is a dark beast and that his uncle should definitely do something about it.

Another one more focused on Jin Ling’s reaction to it. Honestly more of a gen piece about Jin Ling and Nie Huaisang, but an interesting one.

Silver bracelets on their wrists by mercurious

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25797715

“Can’t I find excuses to visit an old friend?”

Ok so this one is a bit fucked up in interesting ways. It combines Chief Cultivator Jiang Cheng and explicit longing about Wei Wuxian, and BDSM as catharsis. It’s a fascinating piece.

Welcome to love by amphigoric

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22412866/chapters/53549794

Desire, Jiang Cheng learned, flourished even in love’s absence. It surged hot and fast through his veins at the sight of Nie Huaisang’s spread thighs, marks still lingering from the last rendezvous they had. He felt it burning through his chest as Huaisang raked lines down his back, breaths coming in short, desperate gasps: “Jiang Wanyin, Jiang Wanyin, please, please.”

It’s a little bit clumsy at times, but also very passionate and intense in a way I still find compelling. Featuring a lot of self sabotaging Jiang Cheng.

When your stitch comes loose by heyninja

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27868454/chapters/68234434

Sometimes people see you for who you really are. Sometimes because you let them. Sometimes whether you like it or not.

A triptych of collisions between Nie Huaisang and Jiang Cheng.

Only the last part is post canon but it’s the most important part, isn’t it?

Peel your heart like a pomegranate by Izumi_silverleaf

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29458974

"It's an extraordinary feeling when parts of your body are touched for the first time. I'm thinking of the sensations from sex and surgery."

Sometimes you just need to read a very hot guro fic. It’s a weird fic but it’s a cool one.

If you give a Nie a cushion by LesbianLazerOwl

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29470236

Prompt: Long enough After Canon that everyone's mostly okay these days, Jiang Cheng and Nie Huaisang get drunk and wind up comparing masturbation habits; each is aghast at how the other spends their personal time.

Funny and hot

To Distraction by isozyme

https://archiveofourown.org/works/27763816

It’s the third night of Yunmeng’s kite festival celebrations. Nie Huaisang has come visiting, eager to partake in the food, the arts, and Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng wants to forget. Nie Huaisang has some new lube and wants to see if he can put his whole fist in somebody’s ass.

Established pairing in which Nie Huaisang fists Jiang Cheng. It’s hot.

Safe in Your arms by Dragon_scribe

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30070503/chapters/74058315

In the aftermath of a night hunt gone (very) wrong, Jiang Cheng wakes up to find himself in the Unclean Realm. As he recovers from his injuries, he and Nie Huaisang grow closer and as time passes, their friendship begins to shift to something more.

Very sweet/sappy and hurt/comfort orientated, with a small bit of reconciliation dimension too.

#mo dao zu shi #sangcheng #jiang cheng #nie huaisang #fic recs

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purpletaecup · 4 years ago

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5 ☾ i don’t want you to hurt me anymore

note: fully written chapter this time! no social media pics, but in this chapter, we see a little bit more of yoongi and yn’s relationship, or at least the bit of it when they fell apart. it’s sad. :-( once again, not edited lol.

note 2: feel free to message me about the story, or ask my characters anything hehe. my account is also open to fake text requests/imagines <3 i’m bored these days lol

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At the doctor’s surprising news, both Yoongi and Jungkook froze. Yoongi did not know what to say, so he turned to the spot next to him, only to realize that Jin, who had left to go to the nurse at the reception, was not there. He didn’t know how to react, especially when Jungkook was the one standing by him right now.

Jungkook himself was much more confused than he looked. He looked at Yoongi questioningly. How were you pregnant when he knew that your relationship was on the rocks before your divorce even happened? He thought the worst case scenario and blurted it out without thinking.

“She cheated on you?” He asked.

Yoongi and the doctor both turned to him in shock at his question.

Yoongi furiously shook his head. “No, she couldn’t have.” The silence after that was deafening.

“How far along did you say she was?” He turned to the doctor.

The man looked scanned through his clipboard again to make sure he had the right timeline.

“We estimate that she’s about two months along.”

2 months. That’s around the time they were completing the divorce procedures. Yoongi tries to think back on how you could have ended up pregnant. Your started becoming distant some time around August when he was getting closer and closer to Yura. Your intimacy lessened as time passed, but he knew that you couldn’t have cheated on him. What had happened in the beginning of September?

After a minute or two, his eyes widened after he finally realized what happened between them that was most likely the conception date for the pregnancy.

He remembers a warm night in the beginning of September, where he came home late and you were waiting on the couch with a finished wine glass on the table.

Flashback

By the time he had gotten home, it was obvious that you were drunk and the drunk you had a lot of words to say. He couldn’t really tell what you were saying because you started crying as soon as the words came out of her mouth, but he knew that you were upset at him. So upset that you had broken down on the floor sobbing. He’d knelt down on the floor and cupped your cheeks and lifted your face up to meet his. Your eyes were bloodshot and teary and all he heard from you at this point were sniffles and sobs.

“What’s wrong, baby? Why are you crying?” He asked, wiping the tears falling down her cheeks.

Those words had only made you cry harder.

“Because you don’t love me anymore.” You cried out in between sniffles.

The look on Yoongi’s face was a mixture of shock and hurt, but you couldn’t tell why. You were the one who was hurt, so why was he showing you a face like that?

“No, no, no baby. Who told you that? Why would you ever think that? I love you so much.” Yoongi had said to you as he desperately tried to wipe the tears that continued to flow from your eyes.

“It’s true, though, isn’t it? You don’t love me anymore and you’re with that girl from your company. You take her to all of your parties, you take her to dinners with your friends. You don’t have me in your heart anymore. Your friends don’t like me. Especially Jungkook. I don’t even know why. I’m sure even your parents don’t like me. Why do you guys hate me so much? Why does God hate me? Why would he do that to me? Am I not enough? Am I not worthy of receiving any sort of fucking love in this life?” At this point, you were practically yelling. Your lungs burned from crying and talking so much but you couldn’t really tell because the alcohol made you focus on your tears and dizziness and the man in front of you instead.

Yoongi’s eyes softened, then his brows furrowed, as if he was confused. What was there to be confused about? He hurt you, but he looked like he was the one who was hurt in this situation.

“Why do you look like that?” you asked. “Why do you look like you’re the one who got your heart broken when I’m the one who’s waiting at home for you and you don’t even have the decency to tell me where you are, or who you’re with or what time you’re coming home. Why do you get to fucking look like you’re hurt when I’m the one who has to watch you and all your fucking friends and family swoon over that woman. I’m your wife! And all I can do is sit at home and wait for you to fucking care about me. This is not how I want to live, Yoongi. I don’t deserve to be hurt like this. Not after what happened. Please, I’m so tired. It hurts so fucking much, Yoongi. Why are you doing this to me?” The crying only continued until you couldn’t breathe anymore.

Yoongi pulled your form into a tight hug, and held you like it was his dying wish. You didn’t know if you heard it properly but you thought he was crying. And he was. There were tears in his eyes because he knew that what you were saying was valid. Extremely. And he couldn’t really refute it because it was true, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t love you.

He stroked your hair until you calmed down a little more and that’s when he finally got a word in.

“Baby, I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry that you had to go through that. I love you so much that it hurts my heart when I think about not having you in my life. You’re my everything and you were with me from the start, of course you have a place in my heart. You own it. I’m sorry I made you feel that way but please don’t ever doubt my love for you. Yura, she’s nothing. She’s just my friend. And you said you didn’t want to go to the parties. Jungkook and Yura are friends and they get along so that’s why I bring her. She’s become one of my closest friends but that’s just what she is. A friend. I love you, not her.”

You and Yoongi both know that he wasn’t being truthful, but you let it be because he was saying things you wanted him to say. He was reassuring you of his love for you, and even if it wasn’t true, it still gave you some temporary relief.

He put his face on the crook of your neck and muttered a million ‘sorrys’ before you moved to put your hand on his back.

“You hurt me. I don’t want you to hurt me anymore, Yoongi. I love you so much that it makes me hate myself. You made me suffer so much these past months.”

“I know, baby, and I won’t do it again. I love you so much. I’ll try harder, okay? I’ll go home earlier and I won’t go to the parties anymore. I don’t want to give up on our marriage. I want to be with you.”

The night of crying and venting out the hurt and shame and tears had ended in the both of you tangled up in bed all night, probably making up for the pain that was caused. Yoongi didn’t remember much of that night because it hurt him to think about it, but of the amount of times you had made love that night under the moonlight, one of them undoubtedly got you pregnant. He never used protection with you and that was only because he knew you were on birth control, but he had never thought about you getting pregnant, especially not after the fact that it was only a week and a half later when his lawyers brought the divorce papers to you.

End flashback

Being reminded of that night made Yoongi feel queasy. In his heart, he knew that he had told you that truth when he said he loved you and that he wanted to save your marriage, but he was tired. And you were growing distant. Both of you. He could never bring you out anywhere and you always got mad when he went with someone else, or when he was with Jungkook. Yura was there and she was so nice and bubbly and happy, and being with her made him happy. Though you both tried, the arguments increased and his frustrations bubbled until he finally decided to tell his lawyer to draw up the divorce papers.

Yoongi snapped back to the present and looked up at the doctor.

“Yeah, two months sound about right. How is she doing? How is the baby doing?” He asked.

“The fetus is doing pretty well considering the accident. We’re surprised she didn’t suffer a miscarriage because of the impact of the crash, but I guess this can be considered a miracle. To reiterate, Miss y/n is okay, just suffering from a head wound and multiple lacerations and bruises. For the next couple of days, bruises might become more prominent. We’ll be doing MRIs to check on brain activity, especially because of her head wound. Just to check if everything is okay. We don’t know how long she’ll stay unconscious for, but we’re hopeful that she’ll wake up within a couple of days, a week at most.” The doctor stated.

Yoongi nodded absentmindedly. He was quiet for some time until Jungkook spoke up.

“Are we allowed to see her?” He asked.

The doctor nodded. “Yes, you can see her. I think they’ll have wheeled her into her room right now. You can just go through that door. It’s a hallway that winds around so you’ll end up on the other side. I believe she’ll be in room 3. We only allow one visitor to stay overnight.”

“Ok, thank you so much, sir. We’ll wait for her cousin first before going to see her.” Jungkook stated.

“Thank you, doctor.” Yoongi said with a small but dull smile on his face. He truly was thankful. He didn’t know if he would have ever known that he would be a father if it wasn’t for this accident and the doctor. As sick as it sounds, he was somehow grateful that he was your emergency contact.

“It’s no problem at all. Since you are her emergency contact, we will be updating you on her progress and if anything should happen, but right now, things are looking up. Don’t worry too much. She’s alive and so is your baby. It’s a miracle.” The doctor smiled at Yoongi before waving goodbye.

Yoongi and Jungkook sat back down on the chairs trying to sink the information into their heads.

The accident. You. Near-death and pregnant. It all seemed like some sort of crazy movie plot.

“So, she didn’t cheat on you? That’s your child that she’s carrying?” Jungkook’s voice rang in Yoongi’s ears.

The accusations are ridiculous, he knows that. That’s his child that was in your belly. There was no doubt about it, and yet, for some reason, it made him feel strange.

Yoongi nodded to answer his question.

“I thought you said you guys weren’t close leading up to the divorce?” Jungkook questioned.

Yoongi shook his head. “Not for a while, but something happened. I don’t really want to talk about it in detail, but it was emotional and it got the better of both of us. It was the week before the divorce papers.”

“Oh, when you stopped coming to the parties after work, huh?”

“Yeah.”

Silence followed and stayed until the both of them heard heavy footsteps coming up to them. They look up to see Jin fast-walking to them, with a nurse trailing behind him. The same nurse who had led Yoongi here.

“She told me that they were letting visitors in for y/n, now. Did the doctors tell you anything?” He asked.

Yoongi’s face blanked. Jungkook looked at him and back at Jin and nodded.

“Let’s head to her room first and we’ll tell you what he told us.” He said.

The three of them followed the nurse around the hallway to the other side of the operating room. The walk was short, but the silence dragged on until the creaking of the door opening was all they could hear.

Yoongi walked in first and the moment he saw you, he felt sick to his stomach. Your body, pale and bruised, was covered in bandages from head to toe. Half of your head was wrapped in gauze. For the head injury, he’s assuming. There were multiple wires and needles connected to your hands. He had never, ever seen you, or anyone like this before. And it broke his heart, and then the guilt started to seep in.

He walked up to your unconscious body and took your hand, covered in all sorts of wires, in his. Somehow it felt unreal, but as the seconds passed and as his eyes passed over your still form, the reality of the accident and the pregnancy settled on his mind and in his heart.

He felt someone come up behind him and from his peripheral he can identify Jin. He looked about ready to cry, much like how Yoongi did at this moment.

“What did the doctor say?” Jin asked.

Jungkook stayed back, leaning against the door. He waited for Yoongi to answer but his eyes were locked on your body, so he decided to just speak up in place of his hyung.

“The doctor said she’s ok and is expected to wake up in the next couple of days or a week at most. No heavy damage, apparently.”

Yoongi mumbled something as he stroked your bruised fingers. Jin turned to look at him.

“What?”

“She’s pregnant.” Yoongi said, louder this time.

Jin’s eyes widened almost comically. “Pregnant, how in the hell is she pregnant? I think I would know if she was having a kid with somebody.”

“It’s mine.”

“No. There’s no way. You are divorced, and you hurt her. She would have never let you touch her when you hurt her as much as you did.” Jin’s voice got louder and louder, and the guilt that was planted in the pit of Yoongi’s stomach bloomed.

“Yeah, I know. It was one time and we were both emotionally wrecked. I made promises to her that I couldn’t keep and now here we are. But that’s my fucking kid, you can’t tell me otherwise.” Yoongi tried to keep his tone respectful, as Jin was older than him and was one of the most prominent people in your life, but he could only take so much criticism. Jin’s talked to him as if he ruined your life. As if he killed you.

“It’s her child. When she wakes up, she won’t want anything to do with you. You hurt her beyond anything you could probably even imagine in your little brain. You were off doing god knows what when she was suffering at home. That’s not your kid. It might be yours biologically, but you ruined all the chances you had of being a dad when you broke y/n’s heart.”

Every word Jin said was like a knife to his heart. It fed the flower of guilt and made it grow. When he thought about it, he couldn’t really argue because what he said was true. You were a unit before, but when he had promised to try harder, he didn’t and now you’re divorced and pregnant and you hate him and you two will be parents but in a broken family.

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wittykitty21 · 3 years ago

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Falling Together

//Shanexfarmer HarveyxFarmer Sebastianxfarmer??

TW !! Talk of self harm, suicide, drinking, abuse, death!!

Chapter Two; Warm and Cold Welcomes

As I walked into the Stardrop Saloon, Emily immediately ran over and hugged me.

“You’re here!! You’re really back! I knew it was you the second I felt your energy hit the earth here.” She beamed. I hugged her back, I felt so accepted and warm here. She began introducing me to everyone, including a hot lean alternative guy with black swooped over hair, grey eyes and dressed all up in black along with a girl with purple hair and dressed in a black shirt with a frog printed on it. I assumed he was Robin’s son she had previously told me about.

“Heyyyyy Guns n Roses, nice taste. I’m Sebastian and this is Abigail. Abigail smiled and waved a little shyly at me. Sebastian continued,“ Sure mom’s told you about me. What’s your name?” he looked flirtatious towards me, but before I could tell him, a flash of blonde hair ran over to me and i was immediately lifted at least two feet off the ground into a hug.

“EVIEEEEE!!!!! I can’t believe its you!! We have so much catching up to do since we last made mud pies together. ” He smiled and put me back down. Me being slightly startled from his energetic golden retriever personality. Sebastian was laughing at the startled expression I had.

“Awww Sam, missed me pushing you over and you crying when I beat you in video games? “ I smirked.

“You know it! I’ve gotten pretty good over the years, you owe me unlimited rematches. And - Hey, I don’t think you’ll be able to push me over anymore, short stack. “ Sam was around 6′0 ft, and I had stayed at a measly 5′3 and a HALF since I was 13. I was happy Sam was the same overly optimistic ray of sunshine he had been since a kid.

“Jeezzzz Sam give her some breathing room. Sorry about him, he’s always like this” Abigail chuckled.

Sebastian slid back into the conversation, “So, Evie, is that your real name or is that your nickname?”

“Oh, yeah. I just go by Evie. My full name is Evangeline Eliza Jones-Destriu. I hate how long my name is.... and the fact my parents chose to hyphenate my last name.” I smiled weakly.

“Well a cute name to match a super cute girl with awesome fashion sense! “, exclaimed Abigail. “You have to show me where you get your clothes from.”

“As long as you show me where you got that frog shirt from, frogs are like one of my favorite animals.” I said excitedly.

After playing a little bit of pool with my new friend group, everyone else from the town started pouring in. I went up to Marnie, who was talking to Lewis. As I approached she immediately recognized me and hugged me.

“Evangeline!!!! Oh my goodness. You’ve become quite the beautiful young woman. You look so much like your grandpa. I’m sure hes so proud of you for taking over the farm. I’ll be here to help you as much as you need getting started. When Shane gets here you should say hello to him.”

“Shane? “ I squinted a little, confused.

“My nephew, you two were best friends whenever you spent the summers here.” she said a little worried. She noticed the bruise too, I tried to hide it behind my hair but I was starting to think it was inevitable.

“I’m sorry Marnie, I have memory problems. I’ll talk to you more about it in private when we catch up, but if you point him out to me I’m sure I’ll remember his face. I’m just not good with names. “

Marnie seemed a little sad that I hinted at the fact life hadn’t been very easy for me. “He’ll be here in a bit, he’s almost always at the saloon after work. He’s usually over there near the fireplace and bar. If you want you can come over for dinner on Sunday, I’m sure you havent had a good home cooked meal in a while since living in the city.”

I smiled widely “I’d absolutely love that. I was just telling Lewis today about how much I missed your cooking.”

As I said that, a man in a tattered up hoodie, dark black-purple hair, who was quite broad shouldered and had a dad body walked inside the saloon. He looked void of emotion and tired. Emily wasn’t phased by this, she smiled and treated him like everyone else in the warm happy way she did. He looked almost angry at her for her being nice to him. That’s when Marnie said “Well there he is, that’s my Shane.”

Maybe he just had a bad day, I thought. I thought about getting him something to eat to maybe cheer him up a bit. After all, I knew all about having bad days. So I walked over to Emily, and he peeked up at me, seeming annoyed. This built up anxiety in me, but my therapist said I needed to overcome my fear of upsetting people after all I’d been through. So I asked Emily,

“Hey what’s Shane’s favorite food?”

“Oh, he loves pepper poppers. Um.... Evie, hes a little..... rough around the edges.” she smiled “but he has a good heart. He has a goddaughter named Jas, and he took her in.”

I nodded, and she handed me a plate of the spicy food. I walked over cautiously to him, he smelled like beer and whiskey. I slid the food beside him and he looked up at me kind of dazed, probably from the alcohol.

“Hey, I’m new in town, I don’t know if you remember me but I’m-”

“What the fuck do you want? I don’t fucking know you, so piss off and leave me alone.” He spat at me and didn’t even look me in the eyes. I stood back shocked, feeling tears well up. Emily went pale, Marnie, Sam and Sebastian saw the look of hurt on my face. I immediately turned around and went back to Emily.

“Hey you okay? I’m sorry, he’s not normally that harsh. Here,” She said as she handed me a bottle of wine. “its on the house. I should’ve told you he’s uh, an angry person.”

I couldn’t speak, the feeling of panic and tears welled up in my throat and I knew it was visible on my face. I just looked at her and nodded. “I’ll be alright, thanks Emily. I just wasn’t expecting that. I’m gonna head home.”

I took the wine and Marnie tried to stop me and talk to me, she saw the tears starting to come down and gave me a quick hug. As I turned to leave I felt like i was being watched, and I locked eyes with him. A sudden wash of recognition and regret hit his face. He saw he made me cry and i knew now he knew who I was. He put down his beer and looked like he was about to walk over. I almost ran out the door, and started sprinting towards the forest with the wine in hand. As soon as I knew I was out of earshot, I broke down. I looked for the pond my grandfather used to take me to when I was sad.

---Back at the Saloon while Evie is in the woods, Shane POV--

Marnie walked over to Shane. “What has gotten into you? You grew up with that girl!!!! You made her cry after she wsa just trying to be nice to you.”

“I-I didn’t recognize who she was until she left. I’m going to find her and apologize, I’m sorry Marnie. I’m just--” he sighed. God. I always fuck up. He thought.

Marnie patted him on the shoulder “I know Shane. Just-- try to remember you’re not the only one who’s been through a lot. Okay?”

He nodded and left the Saloon to find and apologize to Evie.

--Back to Evie in the woods, Shane POV--

I sat down at the edge of the pier and downed the entire bottle of wine. I hadn’t imagined something so small would make me relapse. The alcohol made me feel warm so i took off my long sleeve shirt and kept on my large band tee. The bandages and stitches itched with my mistakes. So I took them off. They probably needed a little air anyways. The vertical cuts that were held together with thread still looked pretty bad and they bled a little as I unraveled the wrapping, but they were at least mostly closed up with scabs. Around the wounds were bruises from Daniel, my ex -fiance. I could still see the finger marks were he had grabbed me on my arm. I cried somewhat loudly and just laid and looked up at the stars for a while. I started feeling dizzy, and tired. And the comforting numbness washed over me as everything faded into darkness. I thought I heard someone walking towards me but I didn’t care. They could kill me and I’d die happy right there.

--Shane’s POV finding Evie--

I knew where she was going, the same place she went when she snuck out of her gradfathers when she missed her dad. I heard loud crying, like someone was in pain. It had to be her, I was already tipsy and quickened my pace towards the loud cries. Suddenly it stopped. Oh Yoba. Oh no. Why did it stop?

I didn’t want to frighten her, so I tried to walk a little loudly. I saw a figure laid out on the pier, close to the edge of the side, she was about to roll off into the pond. “Evie? Hey.”

No response. Oh fuck. As i got closer I saw the empty wine bottle, and i felt a pang of guilt and worry.

Wait. What the hell? I turned on my phones light and shined it on her, she passed out from drinking. But- what was......

I saw cuts on both her wrists that were obviously a previous suicide attempt, they were stitched together, but she also had dark bruises of all colors on her arms, and she had cried off her makeup, revealing a darkened eye as well.

I felt like I had just walked in on a crime scene. I never thought I’d meet someone more messed up than me, much less a childhood friend. What the hell happened to her? I tried shaking her awake and calling her name but she didn’t wake up. More panic and anxiety came over me. I picked her up gingerly in my arms to bring her to the clinic, she was so small and soft. She smelled like strawberries and vanilla. Shane studied her features. She had the same freckles, same button nose, same long eyelashes and dark hair as he remembered her having as she had when they were little. She was gorgeous too. How could anyone hurt such a beautiful fragile girl? What the hell is wrong with me? Why am I thinking this way? Get a grip Shane.

I called Harvey, “Hello?” A groggy mans voice answered.

“Hey uh Harvey, the new farmer girl, she’s actually a childhood friend of mine. I found her passed out drunk on a pier and she looks like she’s already been in bad shape. I can’t wake her up, I’m bringing her as we speak. She already has stitches and-- She’s just in a really bad way.” Shane’s voice quaked a bit at the end of his sentence.

“Okay, oh Yoba, thats not good. Hurry here as fast as you can okay? I’ll get things ready for her so I can immediately work on her. Is she breathing? “ The words Harvey said made me panic more. Fuck. I didn’t even check to see if she was fucking breathing. I looked down and she was breathing gently and normally.

“Yeah she is, I think she’s just really drunk. I’m not sure.” I said back.

I carried her in, set her down on the hospital bed. Holy fuck. I hadn’t noticed how bad she really was hurt. She hid all of it with clothes and her long hair. She looked like she had been beaten over and over again over the past month. Even her eye and jaw had small bruises that had healed. Who did this to her? Then I saw the cuts. They were worse in the florescent lighting. Those were definitely on purpose.

Harvey looked pale at the sight of her. “Okay, here, see if she has any emergency contacts on her phone. I’m going to get fluids into her. Aside from that, looks like all of this was from previous incidents.” and he closed the curtain leaving shane in the little area next to the room. She didn’t have but a few contacts saved. One of them was Daniel, as I selected his contact I noticed the number had been blocked. The picture of him was a guy with blonde hair and blue eyes, the athletic type. Looked like a general douchebag. A text came in from a random number.

“What the fuck? You think you can just run away from me? Restraining order is just a piece of paper. I’ll find you. I know you’re probably shacked up with some scumbag, you whore. Not even your father wanted you, your mom died and its your fault. You’ll never find anyone better than me.” It read. That had to be him. The whiskey helped fill me with rage, I typed the number into my phone and left to the lobby to call it.

It rang a couple of times before a condescending voice answered,

“Come crawling back already psycho? You should’ve done a better job at trying to off yourself bitc-”

I cut him off, “Don’t contact her ever again. Or I’ll fucking kill you.” I hung up. And blocked the number. Why was I doing this? She was practically a stranger to me now.

I shook my head and left her phone with Harvey. I needed to sleep. I’d have Marnie call Harvey tomorrow to check on her. I looked at her one last time before I left, I remembered we’d have sleep overs, and she still slept curled up on her side.

I went home and told Marnie, she shook her head.

“I’m sorry, Shane. I should’ve told you. Her father deserted her, he mother fell into drinking and killed herself. Evie found her when she was 18. Her grandfather died the same year. She has no one. I don’t know why she has bruises, but I suspect thats why she came here so far away from the city. Please be kind to her. ” She looked worried.

“I-I...... yoba. I had no idea. She hadn’t-” I said then Marnie interuppted me.

“She didn’t come here probably because I wanted to run away from whoever hurt her that bad.”

I hardly slept that night, I got up for work in the morning and looked at the clinic on my way.

I’m so sorry Evie. I need a fucking drink.

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Operation: Cheer Up Buddy || Jian & Minjoon

When: May 7, 2021

Where: Jian’s apartment, Santa Monica, California

Featuring: Minjoon Song (dialogue provided by Katie @minjoonie-song)

Triggers: Drunkenness

Joonie dropped his phone on the couch where he’d been laying around after Jian’s last text, making a checklist of things as he dove head first into Operation: Cheer Up Jian. Hm. Scratch that. Operation: Cheer Up Buddy. Code name: CUB. During his internal rambling, that admittedly did make him smile, Joonie grabbed one of his favourite blankets and threw it into the dryer to make sure it was warm when he took it over. After steps two, three and four of his amazing plan; put on pants, gather food and get the blanket out, Joonie was using his foot to knock on Jian’s door, hugging the blanket to keep it as toasty as possible.

Jian was laying on the floor of his living room, three drinks in. Who would’ve thought Mike’s Hard Lemonade would actually taste good? Not Jian. His co-worker Stanley was right. But now Jian was drunk and thinking about his ex. He remembered that he was dumped by the person he thought was his soulmate two years ago to the date and had to throw himself a pity party to celebrate. As he heard a knock on the door, he groaned and rolled around before getting up and answering. “Minjoon, hi...” he said, realizing in that moment that he was wearing Christmas penguin pajama pants.

Joonie greeted Jian with a smile and a quiet hi as he set down the picnic basket so he could drape the blanket over his shoulders. “Warm and soft always makes me feel better.” Minjoon smiled, retrieving the basket again and patting the lid lightly. “Food too. I brought things to make you either the best mushroom risotto you’ll ever eat ever or the best pizza bagels you’ll ever eat. Depends on how soon you feel up to eating.”

He blinked at Minjoon in confusion, almost forgetting about the texts he had sent not long ago. “I, uh, I’ve never had pizza bagels before,” he admitted. His parents considered it to be junk food, and they never kept much junk food in the house. As an adult, Jian internalized their lessons about healthy eating, but he occasionally went to drive-thrus after long days at work. “Have you ever had Mike’s Hard Lemonade before? My co-worker said it was tasty and I didn’t believe him, but it does taste like lemonade!” He snuggled up in the blanket, bringing it closer to his face. “This smells nice.”

“Pizza bagels it is! And they’ll be the yummiest you’ll ever eat ever and they’ll ruin all other pizza bagels for you forever.” Minjoon nodded confidently. He may have been biased, considering he’d made both the bagels and the sauce he brought over. “Um.. nope. I can’t say I have. I like making cocktails because it’s about flavours and that’s like my one skill. I mostly like wine though because of how well it pairs with food and I love food so that’s mostly what I drink if I’m at home or a friends.” He felt his face flush when Jian commented on the blanket. “Ah, that’s my uh.. I have a pillow mist? It’s lavender, jasmine and sandalwood. I put it on my blankets too because it’s supposed to be soothing.”

“Oh. I guess I’m trying new things today.” He was genuinely interested to see how this would turn out. “I don’t like too many alcohols because of the taste. I liked the cocktails you made that one time because they tasted like fruits. Every beer I’ve ever tried tasted like wet bread. I think I tried wine once and didn’t like it.” Most of his alcohol-based misadventures occurred during college. He tried a bunch of different things but disliked most of them. “Your pillow mist is nice. You’re nice.”

“You’ll have fun, I promise. If not fun, you’ll at least have a full tummy.” Joonie put his hand on Jian’s shoulder to guide him back slightly and let himself in so he could close the door behind himself. “We don’t want the little ones escaping. Ollie, really. Reggie will probably take some time but better safe than sorry.” Minjoon could only nod in agreement at the opinion on the drinks. “Yeah, I’m not really a beer drinker. I don’t really like it but cocktails that don’t taste like alcohol are the best. Except for the fact that you can just drink them like juice and get drunker than you want to. Do you really like it? I can get you some.”

"Having a full tummy is a good idea. I didn't eat dinner yet." He didn't have any plans for dinner and was most likely going to eat leftovers before Joonie arrived. "Reggie is in his tank. I'm not sure where Ollie is. He's probably asleep on my bed. Or in my laundry hamper." If he was awake, he would have already darted for the door. "I don't think I need any more alcohol. I'll just become more sad." Too much alcohol made him sad and he never figured out how to fix that.

“This won’t come as a surprise but I’m full of good ideas when it comes to food. Mostly because my ideas just involve eating and that’s always a good idea.” Joonie nodded when Jian explained where the pets were, not quite sure where Jian’s room or the hamper was so he couldn’t try and peek to wave at Ollie. “No, I don’t think you should drink any more unless it water or juice.” He paused slightly, looking at the bags he brought before he set them down where he stood and opened his arms. “Do you want a hug?”

"You do love food... I don't mean that as a bad thing. Just an observation. You make good food and you have good taste." The last thing Jian wanted was for Joonie to think he was insulting his weight or eating habits. When asked whether he wanted a hug, he hesitated. He knew a hug would feel very nice and comforting right now, but he was afraid he'd start crying if he was hugged. He didn't want to be perceived as a pathetic baby, even though he felt like one on the inside. After a moment of silence, he caved in, burying his face in his friend's shoulder.

“I really do. It’s always been that um.. Like a constant? It’s always been a source of comfort for me.” He wrapped Jian up in a hug when the other leaned into it, his crooked fingers stroking the hair at the nape of his neck before he was massaging it the way that always helped soothe him. “I’ve got you.”

“My computer and my gaming consoles have been my source of comfort since I was young. If I feel lonely or sad, I can play a game and become someone else for a little while.” As soon as he finished saying his thought aloud, he realized just how sad it sounded. He thought to himself, ’I really am pathetic.’ He took a few deep breaths, trying to keep it together as his friend touched his hair, until he finally snapped and started crying into Minjoon’s shoulder.

“That’s the same for everyone, isn’t it? Why we have so many games where we’re the hero? Where at the end of it, we’re the ones who save the day and everything is okay.” He hoped his reassurance came across as exactly that, a reassurance, and not him trying to invalidate Jian’s feeling of comfort. Joonie understood how hard it can be to open up, to spill secrets no matter how big or small. He wrapped his arms tighter around Jian, rest his chin on his shoulder and held him closer; another quiet “I’ve got you.” leaving him.

“I— I guess so. I haven’t put too much thought into it.” He wanted to be able to save the day and make everything okay in his own life, but he didn’t even think he was the main character of his story. If anything, he was the villain who ruined everything. “Why are you so nice?” he mumbled, squeezing Joonie even tighter.

“And that’s okay too. Not everything has to have a reason, you can enjoy things simply because they’re enjoyable.” Minjoon spoke softly, trying to be as gentle as possible with Jian so he knew he was in a safe space. “I’m not so nice, I’m Minjoon.” Even with the joke, he kept his voice light but still, the corners of his lips curled up slightly in amusement at himself as he squeezed back.

Jian sniffled, asking, “Like Animal Crossing?” He truly did play Animal Crossing just for the sake of playing it. There was no winning or losing in that game, just colorful animals. “No, but you really are a nice person. I don’t know what I did to deserve a nice friend like you.”

#self para #Minjoon Song

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