#I’ve already given away a bracelet to my mom

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Safe Place to Land: Part 1

—A Frankie Morales Series—

Summary: Hi friends! It’s finally here. I was inspired to write the story of Frankie and his love starting at high school graduation, through the events of Triple Frontier, and beyond. With a stretch of time that big, I’ve got a lot to work with. I’ve already completed 6 chapters and have much more to cover. Here’s chapter 1, I hope you enjoy it!

WC: 3300

Warnings: none, this is pure fluff, friends to lovers, maybe light language?? No use of y/n

Rating: T, won’t go beyond that, I don’t write smut but there are some ~spicy~ moments, no explicit descriptions of sex though

Part 2

I’ll always be there when you call. Forever yours, Frankie class of ‘03

You shuffled through the papers on your desk to find the stack of graduation party invitations you had collected from your classmates. Just a few remaining before the end of summer. Tonight was Sadie’s, your best friend since fifth grade. Sadie had gotten into the NYU theater program. Her flight leaving in less than a week. She was magnetic, vivacious, the center of your graduating class, the roots holding you all together. You knew tonight would be crowded and you dreaded it, but if anyone was worth putting on a brave face for, it was her.

You chose a yellow sundress and sandals, throwing your hair into a high pony to keep it off your neck. The Colorado summer heat crept late into the evenings so you weren’t worried about catching a cold. Your wrist jangled with the charm bracelet Sadie had given you as a going away present, the sound filling your heart with a bittersweet feeling. Plodding downstairs you kissed your dad on the top of the head on the way to the front door. “Sadie’s grad party is tonight,” you said taking your keys off the hook, “I’ll be staying at her place.” “Have fun,” your dad smiled sweetly. “Let her know we’re sorry we couldn’t make it,” your mom said exiting the kitchen and wiping her hands on an apron before giving you a kiss on the cheek. “She understands,” you said quietly, squeezing her hand before picking up your backpack and slinging it over one shoulder.

She only lived about 5 minutes from you making for an easy drive. The sun was just beginning to sink lower in the sky painting everything with that quintessential orange summer glow. The line of cars was backed up all the way around the neighborhood so you parked at the pool house and opted to walk. The pavement warm beneath your thin sandals, the sounds of sprinklers and laughter coming from up the street. The August air wasn’t too heavy for as warm as it was. Your skin glowing with a thin layer of sweat already.

You followed the sound of pop music coming from a set of outdoor speakers right up to her back gate. The Beck family’s house was massive with a back yard to match. You saw dozens of your classmates and teachers mulling around in groups. The buffet table looking sufficiently dented with enough food to feed another suburban army in the kitchen you were sure. Right on cue, her mother flew out of the double glass doors carrying a plate of sandwiches. You were quickly by her side, “Need any help mama?” you slipped your arm around her waist as she refilled a tray. She smiled warmly and said, “This is for you too. Go have fun!” You were secretly wishing to hide in the kitchen. The amount of overlapping conversations you were catching at once was dizzying. Just when you felt your breathing catching up to you, you felt a hand on the small of your back and heard a familiar voice say, “Hello beautiful.” You smiled ear to ear and turned to face your friend. “Hi Frankie,” you said in a sing song voice, “You always show up right when I need you. How do you do it?” “My spidey senses were tingling,�� he joked tickling your arm. “You okay?” he asked more seriously, shoving his hands in his pockets. His big brown eyes were so earnest, his mess of waves spilling out from under his hat like always. “I am now,” you replied simply, “I never know what to do at these things. I need a social situation partner since mine is currently busy,” you said glancing at Sadie as she floated around the yard grinning and laughing and hugging everyone there. The sunset had nothing on her glow. Damn you were going to miss her.

“Well I’d love to be a stand in for the evening,” he said offering you his arm. You gladly took it. “Let’s get some food and hide,” you said with a twinkle in your eye. Minutes later, you found yourselves camped out on the front porch away from the noise, two plates of finger food between you. You weren’t kidding when you said Frankie had always shown up at the right time. He was there in 7th grade when you got your first period in P.E. He gave you his hoodie to tie around your waist and urged you to keep it after you washed it and brought it back. He was there at your freshman pool party when someone pushed you in fully clothed. He helped you out and gave you his towel even though it was cold and he was wet too. He was there in the audience at the talent show last year when a traffic accident had held your parents up and you didn’t think you could do it without them. He talked you down then winked at you from the front row while you sat to play your piano piece with trembling hands.

Most recently though, he rescued you on prom night. Jason, the quarterback you had had a crush on since you were in diapers, was in between catty girlfriends and asked you to be his date. You were flabbergasted, of course you said yes. You wore a beautiful black dress with a poofy skirt, got your hair and makeup done, the whole nine yards, just for him to ditch you two songs in when his ex showed up. He only brought you to make her jealous. You ran broken-hearted into the hall, tears streaming, feeling like a fool. Frankie found you crumpled in half in front of your locker a few corridors down from the auditorium. “Now that’s not fair, I can’t see how beautiful you are all curled up like that,” his voice drawing you from the hiding place in your arms. You gave a weak smile and opened your mouth to speak. “Sadie told me,” he knelt down offering you a tissue, “That guy’s a dick, he should’ve never used you like a game piece to get back at her. What do you say we go get a few good dances in?” he offered you a hand. He had started growing his beard out, and though it was a little patchy, you thought it made him look grown up, not the same kid with glasses you met all those years ago. A small smile turned up the corners of your mouth, and you followed him back to the twinkling lights and generic music. He held you close for as long as you wanted, swaying quietly, just enjoying the comfort of his warmth. He looked so handsome without a hat on, and you wished you had the courage to tell him.

When you were ready to go, he drove you home, stopping for milkshakes along the way. You could barely remember the way the night started by the time you were waving at him from your front porch watching him back out of your driveway.

And here you were again, on the verge of a small panic attack, but Frankie, always on time, coming in to make you forget the rest of the world.

“Ew what is that,” he exclaimed with a grimace bringing you back to the present. “Oh, looks like you found the tofu nuggets,” you said stifling a laugh as he tossed the other half into the bushes. “Let the raccoons have that mess,” he continued sticking his tongue out in an exaggerated way. The conversation was light. Talk of summer jobs, other graduation parties you had each been to, who was going to what school. He was in the middle of telling you about a burnt popcorn mishap from the theater he had been working at when you interrupted him. “When are you leaving?” His face fell, fingers ripping at the edge of a napkin. “Saturday morning,” he said looking at the ground. It was Wednesday night.

Frankie was going to flight school. He had enlisted and no one could talk him out of it. He had talked forever about being a helicopter pilot. Your heart was in your stomach. One more person you weren’t looking forward to letting go of, only this was a bit more high stakes than your friends going to school out of state. You willed your tears not to fall but that didn’t stop them from building up at your lash line. He said your name softly and scooted across the porch floor until he was next to you, his arm over your shoulder in an instant. “I’m so happy for all of you,” you sniffed, “Really, you have to know I am. Going off to chase your dreams. It just makes me feel like I’m never getting out of here, like I’ll be stuck in this town forever,” you said quietly. He absorbed your fears and rested in the quiet of your confession. “Do you trust me?” he asked tracing his fingers up and down your arm. You looked up at him through bleary eyes and nodded. “Come with me on Friday night, I’ll pick you up at the skate park at 5. Can you get Sadie to cover for you?” he asked turning your chin up to face him and you nodded. “What are you planning Morales?” you questioned with a small smile. “You’ll see,” he grinned.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” you asked Sadie nervously. “One thousand million percent, go get your boy,” she urged over the speaker of your flip phone. He had told you to dress comfortably so you chose a pair of baggy jeans with your favorite high tops, a simple grey tank top, and you tucked your favorite cream colored cardigan over the slouchy bag hanging from your shoulder. Your parents thinking you were spending the night with Sadie, you didn’t want to wear anything too nice and raise suspicion. You pulled into the skate part at 4:36. The butterflies in your stomach on autopilot causing you to arrive early. You and Frankie had never explicitly talked about this thing between you. Sometimes you were convinced you imagined it. Whether or not this was a date or led to a confession, you knew you loved him and would be sad to have his comforting presence gone from your life. Before you even parked, you saw him leaning up against his smooth black camero seemingly trying to fix his hair in the side view mirror. You couldn’t help but smile. He was in light wash jeans and his faded, white Aerosmith tee shirt that you loved so much. Atop his messy head head sat an equally faded bass pro shops hat. He smiled warmly at you as you parked one spot over from him. Your door opened for you and a soft hand extended to help you out. “You look beautiful,” he said closing your door behind you. “I look like I do every day,” you dismissed, unable to hide the flush it brought to your cheeks. “I know,” he said earnestly.

His trunk popped open to reveal a picnic basket, a blanket, and a longboard.

“What’s this for?”

“I wanted to take my best girl on a proper date before I left,” he said matter of factly piling the items into his right arm and offering you his left hand. Your fingers tangled with his without hesitation. You tried to savor this moment instead of thinking how much it would hurt to let go.

He picked up sandwiches from your favorite deli, fresh fruit, chocolate covered strawberries, everything you could think of. You both gushed over the mango he picked out. Slicing off pieces to hand to each other. You had settled in a patch of grass on the edge of the park off to the side of the walking path that wound through the woods just behind you. After you ate, he took your hand and walked you through the basics of riding a longboard. His steady hands on your hips, both of you laughing.

After about thirty very wobbly minutes and a lot of encouragement from Frankie, you felt brave enough to take off. “That’s it! You’ve got it!” he cheered as you zipped down the path making it about 20 feet before hopping off into the grass. “I think that’s as good as it’s gonna get,” you laughed stumbling back to retrieve the board. “I just remembered you saying you’ve always wanted to learn so I figured I’d give you your first lesson and a good board, maybe something to keep you busy when you’re feeling down,” he said reaching out to squeeze your shoulder. “Frankie,” you said softly, “This is too much. This must’ve cost a fortune, and the food too—“ but he cut you off. “Please let me spoil you like I’ve always wanted to,” he pleaded earnestly. “Now, we have much to do still,” he said clapping his hands and turning to clear the mess from the picnic. “There’s more?” you gasped jogging over to help him fold the blanket and empty the trash in a nearby can. “So much more,” he winked.

You turned to Frankie with a grin as he pulled into the parking lot of the town’s arcade. You had a love of all things 80’s from the music to the silly games waiting for you on the other side of the door. And of course Frankie knew that, he knew you better than anyone you were starting to realize. You got lost looking at the lights while he purchased some tokens handing you a cup. “Go crazy, princesa,” he whispered to you with a smile. You grabbed his hand and pulled him behind you laughing. They had all the classics like Pac-Man and Donkey Kong, but your favorite was Galaga. The two of you laughed blasting aliens for what felt like hours.

“Are you ready for your next stop?” he asked leaning up against a console, his hands in his pockets, hat turned backwards. He looked too good to be true, your heart ached as the clock crept forward to your inevitable goodbye. You held out your hand, “Lead the way, Morales.” He smiled and took it gladly, lacing your fingers together with a squeeze as he led you back to his car, only letting it go as you lowered yourself into the passenger side. He shut it gently behind you.

It was nearing 9:30 by the time you pulled into the theater parking lot. Instead of stopping at the ticket counter though, he walked right past. His two coworkers winking.

“What are we seeing?”

“You’ll see, hermosa,” he replied leading you to the concession counter.

You grabbed a popcorn and an icee to share before he led you to a theater on the very end. There was no one else in it.

“Pick anywhere, it’s all ours,” he smiled at you. “Pulling out all the stops I see,” you replied choosing the very back row under the projector. It was a small room, only fitting about forty seats. You guessed it was for the less popular releases.

You two nestled into your seats propping your feet up on the row in front of you. Frankie lifted up the arm of the chair that separated you two and you gladly tucked yourself into his chest tilting your head back to look at him. His beard tickling the top of your head. “Hi,” you smiled, your cheeks flushing at the proximity. “Hi princesa,” he breathed back smoothing your hair gently. The movie came on suddenly so you straightened a little bit to face the front as the opening credits for the Phantom Menace started playing. “Frankie!” you exclaimed and he chuckled. “I remembered it was your favorite,” he pressed a kiss to your temple.

Truthfully, you were glad that he chose a movie you had already seen so you didn’t feel bad stealing conversation and savoring your last few hours together.

You watched in silence for a while, hands brushing each other in the popcorn bucket, pressing pieces to the other’s lips. “You can’t do this,” you said quietly sitting up and pulling away from his embrace to look him straight on. “What do you mean?” a look of worry on his face. “This. All of this. Give me impossibly high standards just to leave,” you whispered, your voice cracking on the last word. The tears were back, this time spilling over with no hesitancy. “Hey hey hey,” he said cupping your face in his hands. Your name rolling gently off his tongue like it had for the last almost 10 years. “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.” He hesitated before continuing.

“Look, I’m all in. It’s always been you. It will always be you. I’m sorry it took me so long to say anything, I was afraid of losing you, but now that I’m going, I had to say something. I had to know…” he trailed off.

“If I feel the same way?”

He nodded.

“Of course I do,” you sniffed placing your hands on his face, mirroring his hold. “Frankie, no one knows me like you. No one treats me like you,” eyes falling to the floor.

He paused before responding. “I’m not going to ask you to wait for me, but please wait for me. I promise in a few years I’ll be making good money and I can fly you far away from this place,” his voice thick with sincerity and kept promises.

You looked into his brown eyes once more, they were lined with tears now too.

“Let me take care of you,” he pleaded.

“Frankie it’s not even a question, I’ll wait as long as I have to, as long as I know you’re coming back to me.”

“Nothing could keep me away,” he drew a hand away from your face to link his pinky with yours.

“Please kiss me.”

“Yes ma’am,” he pulled you into him, kissed you slowly and tenderly, like it’s the only thing he’s ever wanted to do, the only thing he knew how to do.

You had kissed a few boys before, but never like this. Never like Frankie. Your hands tangled in his messy hair knocking his hat off. He never faltered, just held you close.

You eventually pulled away from each other and you settled back into his chest. His arms around you tightly.

“I love you, you know?” he murmured into your hair.

“I know,” you nuzzled into his chest.

You dozed off like that, nestled against his heartbeat, his scent enveloping you. You awoke to him whispering your name softly, “Baby, we gotta get going. They’re locking up in a minute.”

You peeled yourself from him, stretching and stifling a yawn. “What time is it?” “Almost one,” he replied finally picking his hat up from where it had fallen earlier. “Do you need to go?” you asked quietly. “I don’t want to,” he responded. “I’m sure we can find something else to do,” you smiled.

You ended up back at the skate park. Using the camping hammock you kept in your trunk and the blanket from the picnic, you hung yourselves a little bed in a clearing of the woods. Almost a perfect circular opening in the trees giving way to the stars above you. You slept nestled together feeling like the only people in the world.

The sun’s rays crept into your haven signaling it was time to go. Even though you had spent all night in his arms, it wasn’t enough. The goodbye was tearful on both ends, full of whispered promises. “I love you hermosa, I’ll be back before you know it,” he pressed one last kiss to your lips.

“I love you, Francisco.”

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A Memory From the Past

TW FOR HEAVY SEXUAL LANGUAGE, STRONG LANGUAGE, MANIPULATIVE PAST RELATIONSHIP, SMOKING MENTIONED, ACE BASICALLY GETS CALLED A WHORE, JAY GETS CALLED A BITCH, MENTIONS OF SLEEPING AROUND (If I missed something let me know!) 

“An incubus?” Ace nodded his head as he happily did his eye shadow with Jay staring him down. “How did you manage that? They don’t mix with non-humans since it’s harder from them to feed off of them.” Ace just shrugged as he lightly bit his bottom lip.

“Don’t know. He was the one who came up to me. We talked and well he asked to go on a date.” Jay wrinkled her nose as she made a small noise, she barley knew this guy and she already didn’t trust him. Ace finished his eye shadow and turned to her. “Ariiii, it’ll be fine! He seems so nice~” He cupped her cheeks squishing them together while she glared at him. “Now do my eyeliner, I always mess up.” She sighed but nodded, the worry in her eyes still present as worked on his eyeliner.

Ace and Jay were both in Ace’s workshop. It had been a couple of weeks after this new man, Ryzon had asked Ace out. She was still iffy on the taller demon’s intentions with her best friend but he seemed happy. “I hope he likes these...” Ace mumbled as he took a minute to give his magic a rest as he looked at the bracelet he was making. He smiled fondly at it as Jay just just stared at him before shaking her head.

“I thought yoy guys were supposed to hang out today.”

“He said he got busy.” She just hummed in response before seeing his phone notifications. 

‘My King of Hearts~’

‘I’m back, I miss you :(’

‘You should come over, I have planned that I think both of us would enjoy ;)’

She frowned as she little growled as he quickly turned off the phone stuffing it in his pocket. He flushed not looking up at her as she spoke. “Are you sure he isn’t using you?” 

He didn’t say anything.

“He said sorry. He promised he wouldn’t do it again.” Ace said as he sniffed and rubbed his eyes. Emilia looked at him worried with a sigh as Jay was sat next to him jaw clenched in anger. 

“That’s the 100th time he’s said that but here we are. Him calling you for sex while he goes off with other people.” Jay said as Emilia glared at her. 

“Jay.” Emilia said in a warning tone as the younger girl just scoffed and shook her head. 

“You know as much as me that it’s true. He’s just a booty call to him. Not his boyfriend and Ace is just letting him walk all over him like he needs him or something.” Emilia was about to tell her to leave to cool off until Ace snapped, standing up and glaring at her.

“What would you know? You’ve never fallen in love. He said he loved me, he just needs to work on somethings. You’ve never heard that before, hell your own mom didn’t want you, León!” He panted as he processed what he said fully. He swallowed before shaking his head. “I-I’m sorry Ari, I-I didn’t mean it, you know I didn’t...” 

“Save it. You said what you had to.” She said voice cold, hurt evident in her eyes. “I hope you’re happy being his boytoy.” She spat as she stormed out, leaving scortched foot prints behind. Ace looked at Emilia, her just sighing softly and hugging him.

“Just give her some time, you hit two sore spots and called her by her given last name, she’s going to be pissed for a couple days.” 

Ace just nodded as he clung to her as he decided what his next steps were going to be.

“My King of Hearts!” Ace froze as he heard the old nickname. “It’s been forever since you slipped away from me!” The next thing he knew a pair of strong arms wrapped around his waist pulling him close to them. “I’ve missed you~” Ace swallowed thickly as he pushed the arms off of him, shaking his head quickly nose wrinkling at him. 

“No...I left you...you can’t be back...not now.” He shook his head as he stepped back from the man. “Go away. Now. I don’t need you here! I’m happy with my partners, go back to sleeping around with whatever walked. You ever loved me, you just wanted someone to cry to about your stupid little problems and fuck!” Ace spat glaring up at him as the other man just poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue, anger evident on his face. His tail swished agitated behind him.

“So what I heard is true, you’ve been whoring yourself out.” Ryzon said as he bit his tongue. “And here I was keeping myself from seeing anyone or mating to get better for you.” He hummed as he picked at his claws. “One of them is a human, right? Might have to meet him, get a taste, cut him out of the picture.~” Ace was about to say something before Ry gripped his jaw pulling his face closer to the demon’s. “The other one left you behind, didn’t she?” Ace shoulders dropped slightly before he shook his head and glared up at him.

“Leave them alone. Don’t you dare touch them.” He spat pulling the hand away from his face as his eyes flashed a hot pink. 

“Awe, my little king is all fiesty now. Hot~” Ryzon smirked as he hummed. “But I can’t just leave you now that I got you back, your little boyfriend should watch his back.” He said before he was being yanked down by his hair. He hissed lightly before getting a face full of cigarette smoke. “Ah~ The bitch is still alive.” He said as he glared down at coal black eyes.

“Yeah and you’re still here trying to get your dick sucked, what of it?” She snapped back. 

“You know if you got laid, you wouldn’t have that attitude.” He growled back pointed ears flattening slightly.

“You’re like a big dog.” She snorted as she blew another puff of smoke into his face before pulling him closer to her face, her eyes flashing red. “Be careful with what you say and do. Your life is in my hands, I got my scythe yesterday, it’s offical and you know exactly what I mean~” She hummed as Ry froze slightly at the news before growling again pulling his face away, looking at Ace.

“I’m not giving up.” He said before he stormed away plans of how to find the human running through his head. 

This wasn’t over.

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august 2024 book wrap up

Twilight by Stephanie Meyer ☆☆☆☆☆

Daughter of Smoke and Bone by Laini Taylor ☆☆☆☆☆

People We Meet On Vacation by Emily Henry ☆☆☆☆

Malibu Rising by Taylor Jenkins Reid ☆☆☆☆

Sharp Objects by Gillian Flynn ☆☆☆☆☆

Once Upon a Broken Heart by Stephanie Garber ☆☆☆☆

I'm actually extremely surprised by how much I've read this month, given it literally feels like it sipped away like a bottle of wine. How is it already over? Probably, it feels that way because of my internship, which made me almost end it all, and Taylor's concert that I didn't even have time to get depressed about. And then suddenly, summer's nearly done. I hate how it always ends so quickly.

Anyway...

First, I read Twilight. I was obsessed with it about 12-14 years ago, but that was before my huge reading phase. Back in junior high, I was obsessed with everything vampire-related except for books (though I did read The Vampire Diaries at some point). I vividly remember sitting in a school corridor with my friend, who was reading Twilight, and me just sitting next to her, occasionally glancing at the book (I hated reading back then). Before the final movies came out, my mom bought me Breaking Dawn, so I read that (yes, without reading the previous parts. I was 12, okay?). So, I had to catch up. After watching all the movies (while making friendship bracelets), I downloaded those bad boys to my eBook, and I am obsessed. I knew I would be. Is it kind of dumb? Yeah. Do I care? Not at all. 5/5. Bella is so real. I need Edward badly. That’s all I have to say.

Daughter of Smoke and Bone - I’ve had a copy since I was like 12. I read it back then, but all I remember is not understanding much and a scene towards the end that broke me as a young girl. For some reason, I never continued. I had to go back and reread it because I was curious about what affected me so much. Now I know. I will continue the series. It’s a solid YA novel. I’m not surprised I didn’t get it at the time; I don’t think I had the imagination or brain power to comprehend it, even though it’s YA. It seems very different and unique compared to other things in this genre. Also, I love Prague as a setting. It’s not far from me and has similar architecture to where I’m from, so it was easy for me to visualize everything. Love it.

People We Meet On Vacation isn’t my favorite Emily Henry book. Still good, just not my favorite. I think her books hit harder when you can relate, and I am nothing like the main girl. Alex, though, is very much like me. I love friends-to-lovers stories, and this one was very well done. Unfortunately, every time I read Emily Henry, I get extremely sad for a while because this will never be me. I will be alone forever. Not relatable content, unfortunately.

Malibu Rising was okay. So much drama. Taylor Jenkins Reid writes her books as if she has already signed a movie contract, and I’m not sure how I feel about that. Some things are meant to be books, and some are meant to be movies. This feels like it’s supposed to be a movie. If you’re writing a book, make it worth being a book. I don’t know if anyone understands what I mean. At the end of the day, it was solid. I liked it. (I started reading it on the 27th of August, which was really weird. I got scared. I didn’t know before.)

I finally finished Sharp Objects. I started reading it in July, and I just wasn’t in the mood, but I wanted to finish it before summer ended. I don’t have much to say. I liked it a lot. I watched the show when it first came out, but I don’t remember much, so I’m rewatching it now. I still kind of saw everything coming, but I didn’t mind. It’s a great weird-girl book classic. As a fellow woman with a complicated relationship with her mother, who feels depraved and disgusting and maybe has a drinking problem, I felt quite seen.

Once Upon a Broken Heart was cute! Was it the best thing I ever read? No, but I loved the vibes and Evangeline. I know people complain about her naivety, but I actually enjoyed it. I’m tired of all the fantasy female main characters being the same. It was a nice change to follow a character who is honestly just a girl who believes in fairy tales. I will be continuing the series.

this is my first time including a photo because I have more physical copies. I usually read on my ebook. Also, if you were wondering about those weird words, the titles are in Polish.

my other wrap-ups, my goodreads

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Never Been Kissed ~ P.P

chapter seven: baby, can we dance

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On the night of your prom, you stood in front of your full length mirror in your prom dress. Your makeup was already done and had taken you a full hour since you wanted to look perfect. You stared at your body in the mirror for a long time and felt like someone else was looking back at you. You tilted your head to the side and look at your reflection curiously. You slowly reached out to touch the foreign reflection in the mirror, yanking your hand away when you heard your bedroom door open. You turned around and saw your mom in your doorway with a jewelry box in her hand.

“Hi sweetie. I just wanted to bring you this.” She said and shook the box. You nodded and she shut the door behind her. She opened the box up and took a diamond necklace out of it. You instinctively moved your hair as she placed the necklace around your neck.

“Your daddy got this for me on our first anniversary. That’s what you need to find, sweetie. A man with the means to buy you the finer things in life.” Your mom said as she clasped the necklace. You stared at the diamond pendant for a minute before your eyes flicked to the bracelet on your vanity. It was made of string and beads of your favorite color. The middle of the bracelets had beads that spelled out Peters name. He had given it to you for your one month anniversary and you’d been wearing it everyday.

“Can you zip me up?” You asked once you looked back in the mirror. Your mom nodded and zipped up yoru took dress in the back. It was a dusty rose color that you had picked up months ago. You had loved it back then, but now you didn’t like the way it hung off your body like a hospital gown.

“You look beautiful. You’ve never looked better.” Your mom smiled at your reflection in the mirror as she fixed your hair. You looked at yourself again and put your hands over your stomach.

“Mom?” You asked quietly and she made eye contact in the mirror.

“Mom, I haven’t eaten in three days.” You whispered. You held eye contact with her in the mirror as your eyes glasses over. Her eyes, however, showed no emotion. She blinked just only before throwing on a smile.

“Pretty hurts.” She said simply.

“Pretty is killing me.” You said as your voice cracked. Your mother blinked again in the mirror and seemed to be remembering something.

“I did the same thing in high school. I counted every calorie and went way more than three days without eating something. And now, I get to look back at my prom pictures and feel like I looked perfect. Don’t you want that? Don’t you want to be perfect?” She said finally.

“I don’t know anymore.” You shook your head and stopped looking at your reflection. Your mom noticed your face and her smile faltered a little.

“I was prom queen, you know.” Your mom said with a smile to change the subject.

“I know. You’ve told us many times.”

“Do you think you’ll win tonight?”

“I don’t know. I think it’s stupid anyway. It turns a fun night into a competition.”

“Life’s a competition. And prom queens get ahead. Look at me. I was prom queen and I’ve never been happier.” Your mom smiled widely after she looked at herself in the mirror. You looked at the necklace your dad had given her again and frowned.

“Are you?“

“Am I what?”

“Happy?”

“Yes. Of course I am. Why would you even ask that?” Your mom laughed like it was the most ridiculous thing she had ever heard.

“Then why did you make me suffer the way you did?” You asked her as you made eye contact in the mirror. Your mom gulped a little and looked away from you, pretending to be interested in the frame of of the mirror.

“Look at me, mom. Look in the mirror.” You whispered desperately. She stopped looking away and made eye contact with you again as you clutched your stomach.

“Where did I go?” You asked, mostly to yourself. Your mom stayed silent as you reached over and grabbed a photo off of your vanity. It was a picture of you and your mom from back when you lived in California. You were just a little girl in the picture, sitting on your moms lap with the biggest smile in the world as she held you close. You both looked completely different then you did now.

“Where did you go?” You asked as you stared at the photo. You looked back up in the mirror and could swear you saw your mom wiping a tear. Before you could say anything else, the doorbell rang.

“That must be Peter.“ Your mom threw on a smile and wiped her face again. She walked out of your room without another word and went to answer the door. You grabbed the bracelet Peter had made you off your vanity and slipped it on before leaving your room as well. You walked to the front of your apartment to see Peter and May talking to Archer. Peter and Archer were dressed in similar tuxedos but looked very different. Peter looked up when he heard you come in and his jaw dropped.

“You look….there are no words for how you look.” Peter said breathlessly as she stared at you with soft eyes. You smiled shyly and looked down at your dress.

“You don’t look too bad yourself.” You told him.

“Get together for pictures!” May excitedly urged and motioned for you to get together. You walked over to Peter and kissed him hello before getting into position. He held you prom style as Archer and his date did the same. May and your mom stood back and took a bunch of pictures of the four of you as you posed.

“Sweetie, suck in your stomach.” Your mom called from behind her phone. A silence filled the room and everyone looked at you with a mixture of shock and sympathy.

“She doesn’t need to. She looks beautiful.” May said it cut the silence.

“Yeah, mom. She looks beautiful. Just take the pictures.” Archer said as he looked angrily at your mom. They went back to taking pictures and May could tell that your smile was significant dimmer. Peter held you closer and leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“I think you look beautiful.” He said so only you could hear. Your smile widened again and you leaned into him.

You all left in Archers car and arrived at prom with the rest of your class. You nervously clung to Peters hand as you stepped into the gymnasium. You spotted your friends by the food table and waved to them. They all screamed in excitement and ran over to you. Peter stood back as your hugged your friends before they went to hug him as well.

“Hey Brittany. I like the all black.” Peter complimented as he looked at Brittany’s black gown.

“I’m half white.” Brittany replied.

“No, that’s not what I - okay. Sure.” Peter decided it was best not to engage and just moved on. MJ and Ned eventually joined you in your small circle, both wearing suits. You all mingled for the first hour as party music blasted behind you. As time went on, you felt yourself starting to disassociate. You stopped participating in the conversation when people started to sound far away. You looked around at the party lights and started to feel woozy. You fanned yourself a little and clung harder to Peters arm to keep yourself up right. You looked over at the food table and figured you probably needed to eat something to feel better.

“Are you hungry?” Peter asked when he followed your eye line.

“I’m okay. I ate before I came.” You lied and shook your head. Peter frowned a little but didn’t want to start another fight at prom. Before he could say anything else, a slow sling started to play.

“May I have this dance?” Peter asked and held his hand out to you.

“You may.” You smiled at the gesture and took his hand. He led you out to the center of the dance floor before assuming the position you had taught him just a few weeks ago. You slow danced in the way you practiced as the music blasted from the speakers. The loud music combined with the lights was starting to make you feel worse. You felt hot and cold all at the same time but kept a smile on for Peters sake.

“I can’t believe I’m at my senior prom with you.” Peter said with a soft smile. “I’ve always wanted this. I just never thought it would happen.”

“I know. MJ might’ve mentioned you having a crush on me.” You teased him.

“Well your friends might have mentioned you being totally obsessed with me.” Peter taunted right back. You playfully rolled your eyes and stepped closer to him. Peter looked into your eyes for a minute before leaning to kiss you. You tightened your grip around his neck and pulled him as close as possible as you kissed him back. You both knew what prom night meant. Your graduation was the next day and that meant your fake relationship would be coming to an end soon. You were going off to separate colleges come August and by this point in your relationship, you didn’t have much left to teach each other. You felt yourself getting emotional as you kissed him and pulled away. You rested your forehead against his and let out a shy laugh. The song came to an end but you stayed in each other’s arms.

“I’m gonna check my makeup in the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” You smiled sweetly at him before going to the ladies room. Once you were out of the gymnasium, you sat down on the closest bench and put your head in your hands. You felt like you were about to pass out and needed to get some air. Your stomach growled loudly and you let out a little whine.

“One more night.” You told yourself. You tried to get up but felt light headed and sat back down.

“Hey. You okay?” Brad David asked as he came up to you.

Elsewhere, Peter was in the gym waiting for you to come back. He felt like you were taking an unusually long time and decided to look for you. He got you some fruit punch before going out into the hall. As Peter walked up to you, he saw Brad walking away.

“Hey. I got you some punch.“ Peter said and handed you a plastic cup full of bright red fruit punch.

“Oh. Thanks”. You smiled weakly and took the cup. You looked back over at Brad just as he was going back into the gym and frowned a little.

“What’s wrong?” Peter asked and looked back at Brad too.

“Um, Brad just asked me out.” You said and laughed a little to ease the blow. Peter felt his heart stop and looked at Brad again.

“He did?”

“Yeah. He said he’s like me for a really long time and that you told him that we weren’t together.” You said as you kept your focus on Peter. You wanted to see his reaction, but he was still looking over at Brad.

“Did you really tell him that?” You asked quietly as you stared at Peter.

“He asked.” Peter shrugged. He didn’t mean to use such a harsh tone with you, but he was panicking. One of the most popular boys in school had just asked you out right when your fake relationship was coming to an end. Peter could tell he was about to lose you and was starting to lash out.

“Peter-“

“He asked me and I told him the truth.” Peter cut you off. “What’s wrong with that?”

“Peter.” You tried again. You could tell he was beginning to spiral and wanted to diffuse the situation before it got out of hand.

“You know what? You should do it. You should go out with Brad. That’s what we prepared for, right? This is what all the lessons were for. For you to go off and get a real boyfriend. Not a fake one, like me.”

“Peter.” You whispered and stepped back from him, feeling hurt by his words.

“I think that sounds like a great idea, actually.” Peter laughed sadly. “Go date Brad. He’s practically perfect for you. He’s a good guy, he’s popular, he’s rich, and he’s an athlete. Did you know he was on the football and the basketball team? Thats two more teams than I’ve ever been on. He’s got money, popularity, a large friend group, a basketball scholarship to NYU, and now he’s got you too. He’s living the dream. Good for Brad freaking Davis.”

“Peter.” You said, angrily this time.

“What? Why do you keep saying my name?”

“Because I want you to calm down and talk to me. You’re freaking out over nothing. All I said was-“

“All you said was what we planned for all along.” Peter cut you off. “We said we’d stop once we graduated and we graduate tomorrow. We have nothing left the teach each other so you don’t have any use for me anymore.”

“Use you? Are you kidding me?” You laughed in surprise. “We said this would be mutual from the beginning and it has been. We even said we’d continue this into the summer if we wanted to. Can you just stop feeling sorry for yourself for a second and talk to me like a normal person?”

“I don’t really want to talk to you right now. Because if I talk to you, all I’m gonna think about is you using the lessons I taught you to be a perfect girlfriend for Brad Davis. You’re gonna let him put his hands where mine used to be and go on dates with him and let him sleepover and it’s gonna be fine because that was the plan all along. That’s why you and I started this in the first place, right? It was always with the intention of gaining experience so you could get into a relationship and know what you were doing.”

“I don’t get why you’re freaking out over this right now.” You said as you rubbed your eyes. “You don’t get to be mad at me because someone else asked me out. Especially since you practically handed me over to Brad.”

“Handed you over? What are you even talking about?”

“Brad said you told him to “go ahead” when he asked you if he could ask me out. He said that you told him “she’s all yours”. You practically gave me to him as if you couldn’t wait to get rid of me. How do you think that made me feel?”

“Oh my God. That is not how I meant it.” Peter groaned. “What was I supposed to say to him? What would you have said?”

“I would’ve said that we were together. I would’ve told him it was real. Because if the roles were reversed and some girl asked me if she could ask you out, I’d tell her no. I’d tell her you were mine. Because up until now, I thought I was yours.” You said as your voice cracked.

“You were never mine.” Peter insisted as his eyes welled up with tears.

“I wanted to be.” You smiled sadly. “But not once since starting this have you suggested that we should just date for real. You’re always the one to bring up the fact that it’s just pretend. Meanwhile, this whole time I thought the only thing we were pretending about is that fact that we’re pretending. But maybe that’s just me.”

Before Peter could say anything else, he heard the principle take the microphone as the music died down.

“Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention.” Your principle said into the microphone.

“You’re right.” Peter stated. “I was never pretending. I have been in love with you since forth grade. You never liked me back then and it’s no different now. It was never going to be different.”

“Our 2022 Midtown Tech Prom Queen is…”

“You never even asked me what I said to Brad after he asked me out.”

“Well what did you say?”

Just as you were about to respond, you heard your name called on the microphone. You frowned and looked past Peter as someone opened the gym doors. Inside, everyone was looking at you as a path cleared for you in the crowd. You looked back at the crowd in shock before looking back at Peter, who had tears streaming down his face.

“This was never going to work.” He said tearfully. “You and I are from two completely different worlds. We always have been. You’re the freaking prom queen and before I met you, I had never even been kissed.”

“And your prom king, Brad Davis.” The principle continued into the microphone. You looked back at the crowd before looking at Peter again. You both had tears in your eyes but yours were the only ones to fall.

“Yeah? Neither had I.”

You slipped your bracelet off and handed it to him before bumping his shoulder as you passed him. Peter watched your dress drag on the floor behind you as you made your way through the crowd. Brad held a hand out and helped you into the stage as Peter watched through the open gym doors. You stood center stage next to Brad as crowns were placed on both your heads. You gulped and tried to hold back your tears as you stared out at the dozens of blinking eyes that stared back at you. The brought lights and the heat were really getting to you now. You felt dizzy and the corners of your vision were beginning to dim. You had zoned out so hard that yu had ent even realized Brad had been giving an acceptance speech. People were cheering for him as Peter silently stood back and watched. You looked out at the crowd and made eye contact with Peter as a bouquet of flowers was placed in your arms.

“Would our prom queen like to say a few words?” Brad asked into the microphone before stepping to the side. You faked a smile and stepped up to the microphone stand before looking out at Peter again.

This time, Peter was gone.

You felt a wave of nausea hit you again and stumbled back a little. You held onto the microphone stand for support and gave the crowd an embarrassing smile.

“I-“ You said into the microphone, seeing feedback throughout the gymnasium as people plugged their ears. You gulped in embarrassment and looked at the principle, who gave you a weak thumbs up. You looked back at the crowd and touched your crown with your free hand.

“Thank you for this. I’m so grateful that you voted me to be your queen.” You smiled weakly as you took the crown off of your head. You looked down at it in your hands but it was blurry. You felt weak in the knees again and sucked in a shaky breath.

“I can’t thank you enough. My whole life, all I wanted was to be prom queen.” You said into the microphone as you continued to stare at the crown in your hands. You were determined to see it without the blurriness, but you couldn’t seem to focus. You need to see it for it to be real. This is what all of the pain was for. All the nights you went to bed hungry was so that you coudk look perfect when you stood on stage as prom queen. You need to see the crown now to know it was all worth it, but you couldn’t get your eyes to focus.

“I’m sorry, I’m just trying to see something.” You said into the microphone as you continued to stare at the crown. You heard snickers and confused murmurs from the students and felt your face go hot with embarrassment. You ignored it and continued to look at the crown until suddenly, it cracked in half. You heard shocked murmurs spread throughout the crowd and you felt your entire body heat up in embarrassment. You looked up and out at the crowd, but you couldn’t see anything since your eyes had teared up. You dropped the two halves of the crown and the clattered to the floor, making a sound that echoed through the dead silent gymnasium.

And with that, you took off.

You picked up the end of your dress and pushed your way through the crowd until you reached the emergency exit. Cold air hit your bare shoulders after being inside the hot gym for so long. You could feel tears running down your face and ruining your makeup as you ran into the night.

Meanwhile, Peter was sitting on a bench in front of the school. He had his best pout on as he played with the bracelet you had given back to him. He remembered the night he had made it for you and how excited you had been when he gave it to you. You were someone who owned designer clothes and fancy jewelry, but you said it was the nicest thing you owned. Peter smiled a little at the memory before remembering your fight. He sniffled and wiped his face when he heard the school doors opened. He looked up and saw Brad Davis in his prom king crown, making a chill run down his spine.

“Dude.” Brad said as he approached Peter.

“Oh God.” Peter gulped and slid down on the bench.

“What gives man? I thought you told me you and Y/n weren’t dating?”

“We aren’t.” Peter said quietly and looked back down at the bracelet.

“That’s not what she said.”

“What do you mean?” Peter asked as he looked up.

“Well I asked her out and she totally turned me down.”

“She what?” Peter asked, a new hope growing that you might be able to repair your relationship.

“Yeah. She said she had a boyfriend that she was “very much in love” with. I’m assuming that’s you?” Brad asked and folded his arms. Peters eyebrows raised in surprise and he couldn’t help but smile.

“She said that?” He asked hopefully.

“Dude, you gotta talk to her yourself. And while you’re at it, try to figure out what the hell is going on between the two of you. Because it seems like you’re on two completely different pages.”

“You’re right. I gotta find her.” Peter said as he stood up.

“Good luck with that.” Brad mumbled.

“What do you mean? Isn’t she inside?”

“No. She broke her crown in half and then ran off the stage. You didn’t see that?”

“No. I was out here.” Peter said as a panic rose in his chest.

“Well she left the building a little while ago. She could be anywhere by now. You’re probably not gonna find her.” Brad told him. Peter immediately thought of the Spiderman suit he had on under his tuxedo and nodded his head.

“I’ll think of something. Thanks Brad.” Peter patted Brads shoulder before taking off inside the school. He undressed himself as he ran through the halls until he found his secret hiding spot. He grabbed his web cartridges before stuffing his tuxedo under his spot under the lockers. Then, he took off into the night. Peter shot a web at the nearest building and ran up the side of it. He leapt from rooftop to rooftop, calling your name all over the city. When he didn’t see you anywhere, he called your phone. He knew you wouldn’t pick up after the fight, but he figured it was worth a try. To his luck, Peter heard your phone ring somewhere in the distance with his enhanced hearing. He immediately swung towards the sound until he found it a few blocks away. Peter dropped down from the rooftop and walked down an alleyway but didn’t see you anywhere. Peter frowned under his mask and continued to search for you, he tripped over something. Peter steadied himself and looked back to see what he tripped over. What he didn’t expect to see was an arm. Peter pulled his mask off and followed the arm until he found the body attached. Your body.

“Oh my God. Are you okay?” Peter dropped to his knees and rolled you over. You had a cut going across your entire face that was bleeding heavily. Peter gulped and looked up, seeing the pipe you must have scratched your face on. He quickly pulled you into his arms and shook you.

“Come on. Open your eyes. I need you to open your eyes.” Peter pleaded as he lightly smacked your face. Your eyes fluttered a little but didn’t open and Peter felt his panic grow. He stood up with you in his arms and slipped his mask back on, noticing how much lighter you felt. Peter knew he couldn’t swing with you in his arms, so he took off running instead. He ran all the way to the nearest hospital and burst through the doors.

“I need some help over here!” He exclaimed. A few doctors and nurses came over to him as someone wheeled over a bed.

“What happened?” A doctor asked as Peter gently laid you down on the bed. You let out a groan and clutched your stomach in your unconscious state.

“I found her passed out on the sidewalk. I’m not sure how long she’s been unconscious.” Peter told them as he took your hand and squeezed it to let you know he was there.

“Can you tell us her name?” Another doctor asked.

“I don’t know her.” Peter lied. “Her ID is probably in her purse.”

“Okay. We got it from here.” The doctor told him. Peter looked down at you in the hospital bed and felt a physical pain in his chest.

“Sir?” The doctor asked, getting Peters attention. Peter didn’t realize he had been gripping the railing of your bed as tight as he was and let go.

“We got it from here.” The doctor said again. Peter reluctantly let go of your bed as the doctors pulled you away. He stood in the noisy ER and watched as you disappeared while tears slid down his face under his mask.

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Trip to Germany w Bf Eren (Hcs reupload)

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*this is the re-uploaded version (third-time bc of a tumblr glitch). To read the original click here.

Prompt Requests are open

You two have probably been together for a while 5+ years so the relationship is kinda serious by this point.

So you probably took the summer off and Eren surprised you with a very heartfelt gift. Bc he thought he should let you meet his family (grandparents) and show you his culture bc you literally mean the world to him and he just wants you to be a part of his world.

“This summer is going to be boring I can see it.” You’d crossing your arms.

“Hmm, how about a trip?” He'd ask, back hugging you.

“Oh like a road trip?” You’d smile feeling Eren’s lips against your neck.

“No silly, a vacation.” He’d say kissing your shoulder and trailing up your neck.

“Mmm, what kind?” You’d say bashfully as he’d continue to kiss you.

He’d look up at you, “I’m thinking somewhere new, far away from everyone, and somewhere where we can do this.” He’d grin pinning you on the bed whilst kissing you.

“Eren!” You’d Yelp, being underneath him within the blink of an eye. You’d feel yourself giggle at this and have your feet curl in excitement by his constant kisses.

He’d stop to give you a second as he smiled down at you before asking, “How about Germany, my hometown?”

“You’re hometown? Idk Eren that’s like expensive though. And besides, we have to book a hotel and—“ you’d ramble on only for him to stop you.

“Babe, my dad's a doctor and I’ve been working hard to make up the money and he said we should go. And we can stay with my grandparents.”

“But Eren we shouldn’t bother them they need privacy.” You’d frown.

“They own a loft in the same neighborhood we can live there, just the two of us. I’ve already talked to my parents and grandparents and they said it’ll be fine.”

“Yeah but the language—-“

“Babe I speak German and I can get us around and I’ll take you to Berlin, not just my hometown near the Black Forest, okay? So just yes baby it’s that easy.”

“Eren.”

“Yes?”

“You planned stuff without me just so I could say yes to you about this trip, didn’t you?”

“Did it work?” He’d look at you hopefully and with a smug grin.

“Yes.” You’d smile bring him into a kiss.

Okay, let’s talking about packing yes I know I’ve talked about this before but for Germany it’s a little different cause we’ll Eren is worried you’ll be homesick, although Germany is well developed.

But you know he worries for you like he literally will bring some of his shirts and hoodies just for you to wear cause he knows you feel a little better with stuff from home being with you. He probably even brings you little things that you keep like a hair clip you always wear or your little bracelet your mom may have given you, like whatever.

He’s in charge of everything and just tells you to relax and just pack your clothes and to not worry. And the airport is pretty much the same too, he worries about everything. And you two are staying for a month so it’ll be a long trip.

When you both land he’s going to be worried of if you’ll get lost so he holds your hand so that it doesn’t happen. And he tells you to not let go of his hand even if they get sweaty.😂😂

All in all you have a rental car drive to a hotel since well you two are in Berlin first and so you two will be staying there for a few days before visiting Eren’s family. Plus you the Black Forest is only 7hrs away by car from Berlin so Eren figured he’d just drive there after showing you around Berlin.

Now from what I’ve read the beds in Germany are different. So like a queen size bed has two built-in mattresses, yes you heard me right to mattress have a crack in the middle of the bed for a partner's privacy. And if one sits in the middle of the bed it means they wanna do it. But you didn't know that and nor did you know that Eren was full of surprises.

When he explained to you the reason for separate mattresses was privacy you kinda thought it was weird but honestly didn’t pay much mind to it. So you ended up sitting on the bed after you showered and Eren saw you sitting in the middle of the bed and he just became such a perv.

“Wow, I didn’t know you were in the mood, Y/n.” He’d smirk, climbing on the bed in seconds, looming over you.

“W-what?” You’d look up at him blushing.

“By sitting in the middle of the bed you’re telling me you want me, whatta naughty girl.” He’d laugh pressings his body weight against you.

“But I’d didn’t know—“

“You’re so honest for me—cute. I’m gonna make you wake up the neighbors.”

“E-eren wait—“ you’d be cut off by him giving you hickeys on your neck.

So yes there’s that moment of him being intimate with you. But it didn’t go very far considering you were probably tired.

At the hotel since the tv remote and any papers or whatever are in German so you don’t touch anything bc well you can’t read so your just sitting there confused until Eren helps.

He honestly forgets he has to. Like he thought it was weird how you didn’t turn on the tv and then you told him.

“Babe, you’re not going to watch anything?” He’d look at you as you sat on the couch just looking around the place.

“Uh well, I can’t read the remote.” You’d smile looking at him.

Realizing this he’d come by your side and put you in his lap to guide you on the controls.“oh crap, I’m sorry. here press this and then this is the home button.” He’d smile giving you a kiss on the cheek whilst his hand was over yours as he guided you.

Of course, tho you’d have to read subtitles cause everything was probably in German and idk y but I could see that the first channel you both open the tv up to is like a sex scene in like a heavily erotic movie and your just so embarrassed and even Eren is a little taken back.

“Okay-Woah! That’s too much.” He’d say taking the remote to change the channel for you to something like a romance movie.

“Sorry Y/n, I should’ve shown you how to change the channel.”

“It’s okay.”

You always look for Eren if the maid is at the door and says she wants to clean and if he wants to order room service or call the main office for something since they may or may not speak English.

But he doesn’t mind doing that for you even if you tell him you feel bad for always needing his help.

Anyways he'd show you around Berlin and he'd be holding your hand a lot because he doesn't want you to get lost since he has like this irrational fear of you getting lost. Plus the train station there is kinda big and it's a common thing to take the train to get somewhere. So yes Eren get's worried about losing you if you get distracted or if you just get lost in the crowd cause I mean that could happen.

It's honestly very funny to you and you tell him not to worry but I mean there was one incident where you actually did get lost mostly cause of the like crowded place and you turn your focus to something else for only a minute and then you are no longer with Eren since he’s walking and he just freaked cause he doesn’t want something to happen to you. And so he panicked a little and you kinda did and tried to see if you could find him in the crowd but you honestly couldn’t.

Seeing this Eren would call you on your cell to get a hold of you. And I mean he did but it took a little bit.

“Babe where are you!?”

“At one of the sidewalks, I was about to cross the street with you remember?”

“Shit, What’s the street name?”

“I don’t know It has a bunch of crazy letters.”

“Okay don’t leave, I’ll find you. And don’t hang up.”

“Ok.”

Rather than him finding you, you found him and of course hugged him to surprise him.

“Eren!” You’d shout running over to him and embracing him.

“Gosh, you had me worried!” He’d scold, accepting your hug and picking you up so he could carry you.

“Eren, it was only a few minutes.” You’d smile kissing his cheek.

“Don’t do that again.” He’d still be a little annoyed at how you gave him a scare but you honestly thought it was funny.

“Okay, I’m sorry. And I promise I’ll stay closer.”

“Yeah, no kidding I’m carrying you the rest of the trip. I should’ve bought you one of those kid leashes or one of those trackers that squeak for kids.”

“Eren.” You’d whine.

“Do you think it’d fit you?” He’d ask with a grin.

“Eren!”

“Okay, okay I’m just kidding.” He’d laugh still having you in his arms.

There are a lot places that only accept cash and so Eren told you that beforehand but even so he’d still buy you everything but you might be a little upset since you tell him he can’t buy you everything.

“Babe it’s fine.”

“No Eren, I need to pay for stuff on the trip.”

He just wouldn’t let you pay and you get upset. Which leads you to be mad at him a little and he wouldn’t notice till you two stopped to sit on a bench so you could take a break from walking.

“What’s wrong babe?” He’d notice your frown whilst he pinched your cheek.

“Eren, why do you always do pay for everything? I should pay for something on the trip.” You’d turn to him.

“Because you’re my baby. Now don’t worry about it.” He’d smile before pulling you into his lap giving you a kiss.

I really see that if the weather is cold you might feel a little chilly since you might not be used to it so he’ll find it cute how your face is cold and that you just shiver.

Which leads him to give you his sweatshirt and he’d even wrap a scarf around you if needed cause he doesn’t want you getting sick.

“You're so cute, you know I can make you warmer at the hotel.” He’d wink, making you blush.

I really feel like he wouldn’t have sex with the girl he’s serious about until it’s been a while and he might even wait till marriage if she wants to and I could really picture his gf being that type of person cause I mean I see he has a preference to shy girl which obviously means she’s probably less likely to have sex with her bf. (Just saying) plus I have an idea if his gf is a virgin up ahead.

Anyways he should you some neat places in Berlin, like some history and then things that are different but to be honest there is more to see in his hometown so just stay tuned for that cause we are jumping into it right now!🤩

Okay so you two were in Berlin for a little bit Eren planned to mostly stay at his home town Schiltach, Baden-Württemberg. Which is just basically a village near the Black Forest, it’s one we see above in the photos (with the houses w the river) I chose it cause I'm a cottagecore hoe tbh

Now I know Eren would have family there but his parents have a small cottage there too that’s like a loft where you can stay and so bc he wanted to have some privacy and bc his grandparents live in a small home and his dad told him to check on the home he just figured you’d to stay at the loft. And it was probably just so cozy and cute. And you live right by the river.

So anyways Eren went to see his grandparents who lived there and they were very happy to meet you. Even if they didn’t know English. You both spent a good amount of time with them seeing they missed Eren and wanted to catch up with him. And they also showed you around.

They even invited you over for food lots of times and you and Eren had to go bc you didn’t want to be rude. But the only you weren’t a fan of is needy Eren could be in moments like this. For example, I picture that his grandma is asking you both to help her and you do but Eren puts his hand on your ass in a discreet way. Especially if his grandma leaves to get something he comes up behind you and caresses your ass.

And as much as you want to get snappy with him you don’t because you don’t want to make a scene. “Eren seriously, cut it out.”

“Then why did you have to wear these pants.” He’s so horrible ik.😂😂

Drinking is a big thing in Germany so you will see Eren drink but he refuses that you do bc he doesn’t want you to get drunk and plus he doesn’t want you to do something you regret.

Like I really feel like he is just to overprotective if you tried to drink with friends or something cause if you’re drunk he doesn’t want you being taken advantage of like he worries to much especially if you're like a crazy or perverted drunk and then that’s not your actual personality he doesn’t want you to be drunk like that. He worries over you too much.

But I do think you got to try some beer or whatever and when Eren let you try it I could just picture him laughing at your face after you tasted it. Seeing he made you try something that you weren’t into he gave you apple juice instead to compensate.

Anyways I see that bc it’s a small village they probably have some festivals and stuff and since his grandma took a liking to you she probably made you a dress (it was a dirndl) and she styled your hair with flowers and wanted to have Eren see and also to brag to others that you were “Eren’s wife” even tho you weren’t and you had no idea that’s what she thought.

Anyways Eren thought you looked cute in the outfit and took a picture of you and probably took you to the festival they were having (his grandma insisted) and he just couldn’t help but admire your beauty and the way your braided hair and flowers looked on you and just everything.

That night I’m thinking you two had a lot of fun and didn’t go back to the loft until late bc you two were just to all over each other. And I see that you two are walking back and since your by the river you tell Eren that you wanna sit by it to rest and so you two do. But before you know it you’re feet are in the water and the next thing you know you two are splashing water at each other and getting completely wet.

“Quit splashing.” He’d laugh but you of course didn’t stop.

“Hey! Alright that’s it you’re getting it.” He’d smirk making you scream and jolt at the fact that he tackled you down on the grass field, both of you with compeletly soaked clothes and he just has his forehead rest against yours before kissing you roughly before he gradually became passionate about it.

I really see that you start getting into your make out and Eren is trailing his hand up and down your sides. (If his gf is virgin I really see that she ends up having sex with him the first time in Germany but not literally out in the open of course.)

So seeing how it’s becoming you tell Eren that you want to go home.

“Mm, Eren not here.” You’d mumble breaking the kiss.

“It’s fine, it doesn’t matter. Nudity’s a normal thing in Germany.” He’d say kissing down your neck. Though as much as Eren was in the mood it was all killed when the police came by and asked the both of you what was going on. (It wasn’t that they cared they were just around and you know how cops are if they see intimate couples)

You both stood up and looked at him and Eren of course answered in German. “Sorry officer. My wife and I are a little drunk.” He’d lie to be let off the hook which he surprisingly was seeing that cop only told him to not be so carried away next time but because Eren mentioned that you two were married they just let you go and thought you both were some crazy love struck newlyweds so they let you two be and only said to get home.

And as soon as you two got there you both instantly got into another make out session. This time though Eren started to unbutton the three buttons on your blouse leaving you kisses and hickeys in your chest and neck area.

He for sure had you up against the wall and looked at you for consent of course and you just nodded your head a little and he continued to take off your clothes. And you two had quite the passionate night for the first time (if it was his gfs first time anyways, I think it would be a cute concept if it was.)

The next day you’d wake up finding your hair still in the braids and flowers but being completely naked in bed with the blanket wrapped around you. And Eren was just admiring you seeing he came back from the shower. He’d sit on the bed only to lean over and give you a kiss to greet you.

“Good morning my beautiful princess. Did I wake you?” He’d smile at you kissing your forehead too.

“Good morning, and no. I just got up.”

“Oh good, I want you to shower while I get everything ready for breakfast.”

“Your cooking?”

“Not exactly, but don’t worry about it just shower.” Seeing you’d standstill with the blanket wrapped around you he’d tell you to get up and is just sitting there watching you not move.

“Well?”

“Eren. I’m naked, turn around or something please.”

“Alright, alright. But how was last night?”

“Eren!”

And so he left after you yelled at him and so he made you try a lot of good food his grandma probably made and brought to you cause she wanted to and she made Black Forest (chocolate cake with 🍒 and its really good) cake so you know it was all gonna be fine.

You came back with curly hair from the overnight braids. And you were happy to see him do all these things for you and honestly didn’t want him to spoil you this much.

“My grandma wanted to make us food and so she came by give me all this.”

“Oh she’s sweet, but she didn’t have to.”

“Well she insisted and I forgot she also made Black Forest cake. And if there’s something you should know is that you can’t have better Black Forest cake then this.” He’d smile setting the cake down in the middle of table.

“Oh I see.” You’d look at him as he approached you with a smile, pulling you into him.

His hand running through your curls as he rested his chin in the crook of your neck. “You smell so good you know that?” He’d say planting small kisses on your neck as he’d tickle your skin.

“Eren—“ you’d giggle about to push him away.

“Kinda like last night, you were so beautiful.” He’d mumble whilst attacking your neck with kisses.

“Eren, mm stop—what’s gotten into you? Ahh!” You’d Yelp at the suddenly contact of his hand groping your ass.

“I don’t want you giving this to someone else, ever.” He’d hum squeezing your ass with his hand.

“Eren quit, mm not right now. Please, I wanna eat. We’re gonna miss breakfast.” You’d giggle pushing his hand away from your bottom.

He’d pull away from your neck looking up at you he’d smirk tilting your chin up for him to kiss you. “I’m not missing anything if you’re the only meal I wanna eat.”

“Eren!” You’d say playfully hitting him. Only for him to chuckle.

“Okay, okay.”

You’d sit down next to him at the table eating together. But it’s never peaceful seeing he’d give deep eye contact when your eating or just doing anything.

You usually look away or tell him to stop but he never does tbh.

And he tries to feed you even if you shy away from him.

And he’ll ask you if you like the food any time you are trying something different.

Though I could totally see that his gf probably wouldn’t like some foods or ingredients like say for example something like sauerkraut. (Gosh I really hate that fermented cabbage😂😂)

So when you got to try it once you just made a face and he laughed finding it funny. And now he’s just gonna try to kiss you whenever he has that flavor in his mouth.😂😂

“Ewww Eren, stop.” You’d move away whilst he inched closer to you.

“C’mon let me kiss you.” He’d grin pulling you into his lap to keep you still.

“No.” You’d turn your cheek to avoid him only for him to move on the opposite side.

“Y/n, give me a kiss.” He’d laugh trying to get you to kiss him whilst you hid your face away.

“No, your mouth tastes like that thing.” You’d whine struggling in his grip.

“It doesn’t, I promise. Babe I love you, now come here.” He’d lie enough to have you believe.

You eventually cave and let him kiss you only to hit him on the shoulder for lying. He’d laugh at you seeing your grimace at him.

“Eww.” You’d whine.

Anyways I see that he likes to show you around and stuff on his own and so you can go to Lake Titisee cause you can hike there and there’s like a market where you can by things.

And he’d definitely take you there to go and see there famous handmade cuckoo clocks and the shops that make them. He’d even buy you a small one seeing you Like them so much, he’d tell the man in German “I’d like this one for my wife.” Of course you wouldn’t catch on to anything since you didn’t know but everyone kept thinking you were his wife/going to be in this village for some reason. He addressed you as his wife bc the man mostly likely told him “there’s plenty of good clocks for newlyweds.” And so he had like no choice but to like just say you were his wife, plus he liked the idea tbh.

But overall you tell him not to get it for you but he does anyways cause he loves you so much. It was a small one but it was cute in detail and the little bird was probably the prettiest thing about it.

Eren took you to a waterfall that’s near the forest that people go to, to swim in and you two of course thought about getting wet and to not ruin your clothes you both went under the water naked for sure. Once you saw him taking off his shirt and you couldn’t understand why tho.

“Eren what are you doing?” You’d approach him.

“Well if we wanna go in we don’t want to get our clothes wet do we?” He’d say taking off his belt.

“But Eren isn’t it illegal if we—-“

“Shh it’s not if we don’t get caught. Now c’mon take ‘em off.” He’d grin playfully playing with the waistband of your shorts. His hands fumbling with your button and zipper.

“Eren I don’t think we—“ You stop at the feeling of his fingers hook in and pulling your shorts down.

Blush creeped up on your cheeks “Eren!”

“Sorry babe you’re taking to long.” He’d laugh.

“It’s embarrassing!”

“No it’s not, now c’mon it’ll be fun I promise.” He’d smirk lifting your chin up for him to kiss you.

So you agreed and yes stripped down and got under the water with him and had fun for sure. And there was defiantly a make out scene. But mostly just messing around.

Of course it was just the two of you and your laughter and just the both of you having fun but Eren took the time to admire you, not your body, but everything about you just like that time by the river he got that same feeling in him again. He felt so happy and he honestly didn’t want the trip to end soon. He enjoyed seeing you smile the way you did.

In Eren’s hometown there are also flower fields and you two had a picnic outside one day and were just relaxing and enjoying yourselves and what not till you got a little playful from all his gentle touches on your shoulder and waistline.

You were wearing a thin white cotton dress and that was a little transparent and Eren couldn’t take his eyes off you.

So you decided to stand up and walk around till a idea got in your head about teasing him.

“Eren.” You’d smile lifting the hem of your dress up exposing your thigh and lacy underwear to him on purpose.

“Alright that’s it.” He’d smirk playing along and getting up to chase after you in the field.

It didn’t take long for him to pick you up and plant kisses on your shoulder. He’d even growl a little and bite your ear to have you scream.

Overall he’s tickling and kissing you all over to have you laugh and jolt in his grasp all cause you provoked him.

Eren just won’t let you live down the moment at all. And now you really have him hooked that way.

Now you learned a lot throughout this trip and he taught you about the culture and you both experienced a lot of different things together but that was soon coming to an end. And Eren finally came to the decision of wanting to marry you so he defiantly asked you on this trip. He couldn’t wait any longer to ask you.

So I see that he probably had plan of some sort but it honestly went unexpected and it was nothing like he planned.

You two went back to the loft in the evening seeing that Eren thought about relaxing a little seeing you both hadn’t done that in a while.

So you were both planning to eat some cake that you still had cause well why not and you were looking for the cake cutter in one of the drawers but couldn’t find it. So you switch to the other drawer to see if it was there.

“No y/n it’s not in there—“ he’d stopping mid sentence as you stopped seeing the small velvet box in the drawer.

You took the small box in your hands showing it to Eren with some confusion.

“Eren, what’s this?”

“That was supposed to be a surprise.” He’d sigh walking over to you take the box in his hands.

“Why would—“ you stopped mid-sentence seeing him open the velvet box with a ring in it.

“I was gonna ask you to marry me and this really isn’t the way I pictured it.” He’d smile looking up to see you surprised.

“Wait you’ve been thinking about marrying me?” You’d blinked still not believing this.

“Yes! . . . Gosh your so silly sometimes.” He’d laugh teasing you about your cluelessness.

“Sorry, but are you sure about this, Eren?” You’d look up at him being serious.

“100% my silly girl. Now, what’s your answer? Do you wanna be Mrs. Yeager or not?” He’d grin, hoping you’d say yes.

“I’d really like that.” You’d smile as he’d lean in to give you a kiss.

“Good, 'cause you don't how much I've wanted to own this ass." He'd smirk smacking your butt.

Anyways you two loved the trip and had a very fun time and Eren’s grandparents liked you a little too much tbh and they were excited about your engagement.

Also you ended up figuring out that he kept addressing you as his wife there and you ended up getting mad at him for it.

"Eren seriously? What if I said no in the end?"

"But you didn't."

"But if I did?"

"You wouldn't besides what does it matter when this ass belongs to me anyways?" He'd smirk pulling you in to have you bent over his knee.

"Eren!"

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[pink-imagines]

snow day

request: Hi hi! Can I get a headcannon of needy Todoroki were Todoroki is in the ~mood~ 😏but his s/o is out shopping. But when they get back he’s all on them and pretty much attacking them w kisses and cuddles.

a/n: let’s just say for this fic’s sake covid never existed!! (stay safe ppl, try to stay at home as much as possible!) also hi! i’m back, i literally have no excuse now but i’ll be posting a bit more soon hopefully. (you can probably tell that i started writing this back in january)

warnings: mentions of something smutty that might go down but no smut and no other warnings!

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The snow couldn’t seem to stop falling. It had already been snowing for the past few days, but the weather didn’t change. It stayed the same and the snow piled on and on. You quite liked this kind of weather, somehow seeing people wrapped up in their scarfes with beanies dragged far over their ears made you feel warm - despite the cold weather.  Today was your day off work, so you had a wonderful lazy morning with a bath and eating breakfast while watching TV. The only thing you could think of that would make this better was if Shoto would be here. He was, unlike you, out doing work. You remember teasing him lightly about it yesterday, that you got to spend the day at home while he had to be working out in the snow. In reality you worried that he’d become sick or catch a cold, even though you knew he stayed safe.  Either way, you decided to treat yourself today with some shopping. It had been so long since you could actually go out to shop, so despite the cold you wanted to go outside.

You took the train to the mall and walked through the stores. The only thing you were planning on buying was a sweater, considering that you had been frequently stealing more and more of Shoto’s hoodies so you should probably get some of your own. When you saw the little jewlery shop you stopped dead in your tracks. Knowing that your wallet would start screaming if you walked in there you decided to keep it to window shopping. Earrnings, necklaces, bracelets... but most importantly rings. The memory of your mom straight up asking Shoto when he was planning on proposing came to mind. A smile grazed your lips, he had been so flustered that he choked on whatever he was eating. You had been trying to tell your mom off when he put a hand on your thigh and lightly brushed his thumb across your skin there. “No, it’s fine.. we’ll see in the future.”, he had said and had given your mom a soft smile. If it weren’t for the fact that people were around you would’ve started giggling, but you held yourself back and kept glancing over the rings. One in particular caught your eye, a simple silver one with a smaller diamond. You knew you couldn’t wear a lot of jewlery for your line of work so it seemed so perfect. For the sake of the memory that your brain decided to pull out from the dust, you took a picture of it and sent it to Shoto. -So... when’s it happening? :P You snickered to yourself and started walking again but your phone buzzed quicker than you expected. -You’re starting to sound like your mom A laugh escaped your lips at the message. However, it did surprise you that he could be texting you back so quickly since he was at work. -I was just joking.. aren’t you supposed to be working right now? The text bubble that indicated that he was typing appeared immediately. -Not on patrol today and I just finished my paperwork. I’m about to go into a meeting though -Is that a warning or a challenge? -Y/N. Do. Not. Yet another laughed made it’s way up your throat and you put your phone away again. He usually sounded cold over text, but you could always see right through it. Maybe that’s what four years spent together does to you. 

The hours passed by as you walked around in the mall. It was actually quite pleasant, as not many people were there considering the fact that it was a weekday. As you were trying on clothing in yet another store you found a sweater that you really liked. It was an oversized black sweater that went down you your mid thigh and the collar was a bit wider, almost creating an off the shoulder look. You smiled at yourself in the mirror. Under the sweater you had the black bralette you had tried on moments before. Both of the items fit you perfectly and together it created a very cute look. Without thinking you sent a picture to Shoto, asking him if you should buy it. Thinking he probably had his phone off during the meeting, you put your phone down and changed back to your clothes. When you had just finished up putting your pants back on you looked at you phone again to see Shoto’s messages... you forgot his messages are connected to his laptop as well. -Y/N I told you I was in a meeting! -I mean you look very pretty, I like the sweater.. but if you’re going to send me pictures while I’m at work please put pants on. This was not a funny situation, is what you tried to tell yourself... but that didn’t stop you from smiling at the thought of his ears going red in the meeting room. -Sorry, I forgot! I’ll make it up to you by making you soba, okay? It took a while for him to answer so you went out of the dressing room and put away the things you weren’t going to buy. -... fine. I’ll be home after this meeting, so maybe around 5. -See you then ;) Were you being cheeky? Yes, but it wasn’t anything that he hadn’t dealt with before. 

After making your purchase you looked at your phone and saw that the clock was nearing 4:45 pm, this meaning that it was time for you to go back home. You went over to the trainstation only to see that the train you were taking home was delayed by 20 minutes due to the snow. With a sigh you sat down on the nearest bench and took out your phone. Because of the 20 minutes it would take to arrive at your home station and the 5 minute walk home, you’d be home in about 50 minutes. Knowing Shoto, he’d probably already be home by now as he most likely managed to cut the meeting short - what was the meaning of staying longer when you had already gotten to the point? Even so, you decided to not call him just yet in case he actually still was in the meeting. 

Time passed and as soon as the clock struck 5:00 pm you got a call. “Hey, are you okay? I’ve been waiting for a few and you’re still not home...”, Shoto’s voice was slightly distorted over the line due to your bad connection but you were still relieved to hear his voice. “The train got delayed, can you believe it?”, you sighed heavily. “Yes I can actually, it’s been snowing all day.”, he said calmly, “Do you need me to pick you up? I can be there in 10 minutes.” “No it’s fine, the train should be here in 5 and then I’ll be at the station in just 20 minutes.”, you stood up and looked by the track for the train. “Are you sure? The train’s probably gonna be packed.” “It’s fine, I have headphones with me so I won’t even notice.”, you smiled at his tries to come get you, “Besides I can practically see the train by now.” “Okay... then I’ll meet you at the station.”, he answered, as if it was nothing. “No, baby, you don’t have to do that. You’ve been at work all day just rest please?”, you reasoned. “I’ll see you in 20 minutes, sweetheart.”, he hung up on you. You were taken aback by the usage of the nickname, he barely ever called you by petnames. Before you could think to much of it the train arrived and you put in your earbuds and got on quickly to find a good seat.

The train wasn’t as packed as Shoto had thought. Though there was a crying child in your cart. The mother who frantically tried to calm her baby down gave you an apologetic smile. You made sure to look friendly back at her to make sure she understood that you didn’t mind. The poor woman was trying to keep her child from screaming while also balancing groceries and a stroller at the same time.  “Do you need any help?”, you asked and took out your earbuds. “Please.”, the woman gave you a relieved look. You took her grocery bags and balanced them against some empty seats. Then you took the stroller from her hands so that she could properly care for her baby. “He’s just a bit hungry...”, she said and took out a bottle to give to the young boy. “... I’ve never understood how parents always know what their children want like that.”, you said mostly to yourself but the woman answered anyways. “I guess it’s an instinct.”, she said with a warm smile, “Thank you for your help. My husband’s working late so he couldn’t take care of the groceries tonight.” “Ah... I understand.”, you nodded. “Are you married?”, she asked and when she saw your shocked face she quickly apologized, “Sorry I didn’t mean to pry, I was just trying to make small talk.” “It’s alright.”, you stifled a laugh, “I’m actually not married... not yet at least, my mom’s been pressuring my boyfriend for a while now so who knows.”, you joked. “Oh, you have a boyfriend. Have you two been together for long?”, her demeanor had changed back to the kind and warm one from before. “A few years, actually.”, you nodded, “He’s a very sweet guy and-... that’s him actually.” Your phone started buzzing and Shoto’s caller-ID flashed up on the screen. His picture that you had chosen was of him holding a puppy husky that you had been thinking of adopting. Sadly, you ended up not doing that since you were both to busy to take care of a dog - let alone a puppy. You excused yourself to the woman next to you and answered. “Hi, babe, is everything okay?”, you asked. “Yeah, I just wanted to say that I’m by the station. Was the train packed?”, he spoke softly, which made it clear for you that he was in fact outside. “Not at all actually, it’s quite roomy. I told you that you didn’t have to wait for me though...”, you sighed. “I wanted to. It’s fine.”, he said and then added in a whisper, “Then I get to see you sooner.” Your face flushed up in all shades of pink as he said that. He was never usually this affectionate, but you couldn’t deny that you absolutely loved it. “You’re cute, Shoto.”, you chuckled. “Don’t laugh at me.”, you heard him huff slightly. “Sorry, sorry.”, you smiled, “I’ll be by the station in a few minutes if I’m lucky, okay? Thank you for waiting for me.” “No problem... see you soon.”, he said and hung up again. When you turned back to the woman sitting beside her you could tell she was holding back her excitement. “That was the sweetest conversation I’ve ever heard. That sounded like it was straight out of a story!”, she realized what she said and quickly apologized again, “Sorry! I didn’t mean to eavesdrop!” “It’s no problem, we all do it sometimes.”, you tried to control the blush that was creeping across your face but it was near impossible. “I bet he’ll propose to you soon.”, she said and looked back at her baby, “I hope he does.” “Thank you.”, you smiled and looked down at the baby, who was staring back up at you. You waved at the child and he let out a gurgling laugh that had your heart melting. Today was certainly a special day.

You and the woman just happened to get off by the same stop so you helped her get her grocery bags out of the cart. When you saw Shoto standing by himself you waved and called his name. He turned to you and smiled softly, almost longlingly. “He’s handsome too... wow, you’re lucky.”, she smiled to you, “Thank you for the help, miss.” “No problem!”, you smiled back and watch her walk away before turning your attention to the man walking towards you. “I haven’t seen you all day.”, he embraced you with a sigh. Hugs were normal for the two of you, but absolutely not in public. Your body stiffened in shock before settling in his arms and hugging him back. Eventually he let go of you and took a step back. “Who was that woman? Do I know her?”, he asked. “No, I just met her on the train. Let’s get home, it’s freezing out here!”, you said and took his arm in yours.

The two of you walked in silence, as you usually did, but there was one thing that was running around in your mind. “Do you ever think of having children?”, you asked out of the blue, your breath forming white clouds in the cold air. Shoto stopped in his tracks and looked at you. It wasn’t until then you had realized what you had said, maybe not directly but the question was floating around your heads. “Children, huh?”, Shoto took a deep breath. You peered up at him through your eyelashes, afraid that he’d look disgusted or even scared. He didn’t. His mind was somewhere else, you could tell by the far away look in his eyes. Shoto’s face was dusted pink but, just like yours, you couldn’t tell if it was because he was flustered or cold. “I’ve never thought about it, actually.”, he looked at you which made you look away, “Not against the thought of it though. Let’s talk it through some other time.” He said it so casually. As if this was obvious and not a huge step in a relationship. Then he just kept walking. If it wasn’t for your arm that was still wrapped around his, you would’ve forgotten to walk along with him.  “Don’t be embarrased about it, please.”, he said suddenly, “It’s good to bring up these things.” “I just thought about it... you know... the woman on the train and everything...”, you muttered. “Sweetheart.”, there was the nickname again, “I told you not to be embarrased about it.” After a few years you’d think he wouldn’t be able to make you weak in the knees anymore. That was wrong. You hummed in response to what he said and leaned your head against his shoulder. There was an urge in you to feel a sudden intimacy between the two of you and that was the first thing that came to mind. “Are you cold?”, he asked. “Not extremely...”, you looked up at the clear sky, “... maybe it’s not the best time for cold soba though.” “It’s always a good time for cold soba.”, he answered, completely serious but you still laughed. You laughed because it sounded like him. You laughed because it would ease the excitement stuck in your stomach from what he had said before. You laughed because at that moment you felt so incredibly wonderful - and who wouldn’t laugh at that?

When you got home you made yourself a cup of tea while Shoto stuck to heating up by the radiator. “Are you sure you still want cold soba? We could always make warm soba.”, you suggested as you poured the hot water into your cup. “I say we make cold soba.”, Shoto shrugged as he kept his hands on the warm radiator. His nose was still red from the cold. “Then we make cold soba.”, you nodded.

After eating and cleaning up you sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. Since you usually sat with a bit of space in between the two of you, you did so. However, this time Shoto scooched closer to you and put your head on his shoulder, only to then wrap his arm around your shoulders. “Is this okay?”, he asked quietly to not disturb the show playing. You could care less about the show, your heart was beating loud enough for you to not even hear it. No words would come out of your mouth so you hummed as an answer to his question. He had been acting very lovingly the entire night, something that he didn’t always do.  “Are you okay, Shoto?”, you asked suddenly, “Did something happen at work?” “Why do you ask?” “You just seem... more cuddly?”, you looked up at him, catching him staring but he didn’t look away. “I just missed you then I guess.”, he said, “... and you sent me that picture and that wasn’t very fair.” He looked away and now he couldn’t blame the cold on his reddened face. That’s how you remembered your sweater that you had bought. “Right the sweater!”, you exclaimed, “Can I show you?” “Sure.”, he said and watched you get up, “You seem very excited about this sweater.” “Yes! And you should be too, because now I won’t be stealing yours anymore!”, you took your bag and walked over to the bathroom. “But I like it when you wear my clothes...” “Then...I won’t be stealing your clothes as often anymore!”, you smiled before closing the bathroom door behind you.

You walked out of the bathroom, dressed just like you were in the picture, and walked up to him. He looked over at you, looked you up and down, and then stood up. “What do you think?”, you smiled as he pulled you closer by your waist so that you could wrap your arms around his neck. “I like it more when you wear my clothes... but this is also very nice.”, he leaned down and kissed you quick, “Let’s go have that talk about having children...”, he whispered and started guiding you to the bedroom.

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[give-seconds]

Sweet Lies

Summary: Sungchan wants to tell you something but is scared to do it face to face. So, he decides to write you letters telling you everything he wants to say.

Paring: Sungchan x female reader

Genre: Angst 

Warnings: cheating

Word count: 2.3K

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Hi y/n,

I don’t know if you’re ever going to get these. I mean, as of right now, my intention isn’t to give you them. I guess these letters, like the reason they even exist, are for me. Through these letters, I hope to tell you everything I wish I had the guts to say to your face. I wish I could say this was all a mistake and that I could man up and beg for your forgiveness. But it isn’t a mistake. This is a conscious decision I made once and am continuing to make again.

Maybe you’ll even forgive me.

Love,

Sungchan

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Good morning y/n,

You were gone when I woke up this morning. You wrote me this cute little note about how you had some special surprise planned for me today. I’m sorry, I’ll have to cancel. I already have plans today. I already know what I’ll say to you. I’ll say something about how my work assigned me to a special project and that I have to work late to help design the framework or something like that. Really though, it’s her birthday today, and I promised I’d spend it with her.

I wish I hated myself enough to stop.

Love,

Sungchan.

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Hi y/n,

It’s kind of funny, actually. Today, you were telling me about a song you found that “is making its way” to becoming your favorite song. It’s a song from the cheater’s point of view. After you played it for me, you said you didn’t know if you could ever forgive someone who cheated on you. That you should be enough for someone, and if the person you’re dating doesn’t realize that, then they’re not someone you would miss.

After that, I was so stressed, I called her as soon as I got home. Her voice is the only thing that can calm me down when things like this happen between me and you.

I’m sorry,

Sungchan

—

Hi y/n,

Today the guilt I felt was too heavy. I called into work sick and spent the day stuffing everything you’ve ever given me into a box. It was too loud. One of the last things I put into the box was our undergrad graduation photo. It’s only been two years since then, but we look so young. Maybe it’s because I look at that photo and think how soon after that, we started our relationship. Back then, you were the only person I could see myself with.

Five months ago, I met someone who made me feel like that again. Those feelings are still there for you—I hope you never think I lost them. I just found someone who holds an equal part in my heart as you do.

Know I love you,

Sungchan

—-

My Dearest,

You showed up at our front door crying. Judging from the frantic knocks on my door from Jungwoo, you scared him pretty bad. Not many can scare Jungwoo like that; he must really like you.

Anyways, after a cup of hot chocolate, you told me what was wrong. You said your dad had another kid with another woman and that he’d never told you about it. That when you were young, he used to have “conference meetings” with the other higher-ups that lasted a few days.

He was really visiting his other family. Your mom even knew about it; you were the only one who didn’t know. You said that you’ve never been hurt by a lie before. While drying your eyes, you decided lies were the worst thing. That from here on out, you are going to live as honestly as you could. You then asked me if I was hiding anything from you and begged me to tell you if I was. “I can’t handle any more secrets, Sungchan. So if you have anything you’re hiding from me, please, please just tell me. I need to get it all over with now.”

I almost cried when you said that, and I’m thankful you couldn’t hear the lie in my voice when I said I wasn’t keeping anything from you. There have only been a few times the bracelet she’s given me felt like it was burning my skin. At that moment, when you begged me to tell you anything I was hiding, it felt like my wrist was on fire. As soon as you left, I practically ripped it off.

I love you, and I’m so sorry,

Sungchan

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Hey love,

I was looking through these letters today before I went to bed (I’m writing this one as a spur-of-the-moment thing before I go to sleep), and I realized I’ve only been writing about how I hate what I’m doing. And while that is true, I don’t want you thinking that’s the only emotion I feel. I know what I’m doing is wrong, and I don’t deserve to be anything close to the good guy. With that being said, I owe you the truth. But if hearing me talk about my relationship with her is too painful, I suggest skipping this letter.

I met her about six months ago at a flower shop. It’s the shop I bought the flowers I got you for your birthday. She helped me pick them out. Now I don’t know what came over me, but when she asked me who I was getting flowers for, I told her they were for my mom. Before I left, she gave me her number. I almost threw it away, but right before I let go, something stopped me.

I felt something for her, and I still do. It felt like what I felt for you when I first started realizing I liked you. The immediate feeling of comfort that comes when I hear her voice, the blinding smile, the beautiful personality. It was all the same as when I met you.

I’m not trying to say she’s you; she’s more emotional when it comes to watching movies (I still want to find one that’ll make you cry, I know there’s one out there), and she’s a bit more hyper than you are. But the point I want to make is, the things I feel for you, I feel for her. I don’t know how much that’ll mean to you when (if) you read these, but know I feel so much for you. You were the light of my college years, and you continue to brighten my day.

But so does she. She knows things I don’t and can open my mind to a whole new world. She’s unlike anyone I’ve ever met, and it’s frankly amazing.

I’m trying hard not to talk too much about her in this—I don’t want you to think she’s better than you. I just want you to understand that no matter how many times I talk about how much I hate myself or the guilt I feel, I continue to tell you and her lies. As long as I have you two by my side, I’ll continue telling lies.

You both mean so much to me,

Sungchan.

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Hey y/n,

This letter will be pretty short; I just wanted to tell you what a good day it was today. We spent the whole day together, which always feels therapeutic. I bought us lunch, we went go-carting (I beat you because you were too scared to go fast, it was great), and we looked around at different shops before we went back to my apartment to have dinner with Jungwoo.

It just feels right being with you, and I can’t thank you enough for being in my life. I think we’re a good fit, and so do you. It’s nice to be with someone who thinks so similarly to me, and I can’t get over how well we fit together. I mean, when you left, Jungwoo couldn’t stop talking about how lucky I am to have found someone who fits me so well.

I’m kind of rambling at this point, but I feel so much love for you right now that I wanted to put it down somewhere.

Thank you for being the person you are and loving me like I love you,

Sungchan

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I’m so sorry,

I thought it was important I let you know right off the bat that I am sorry. Yesterday, I forgot about a date we arranged. We were out looking for a birthday present for her younger brother and got distracted looking at all the different shops. I never even heard the phone ring when you called. You called me five times before you texted and told me you were leaving. You had even tried to make a joke sending me a text that said: “at least we didn’t make reservations.”

Then today, I bought you flowers and told you that I was busy showing the intern around. That I had to do it on a Saturday because he’s from our office in Japan and takes Korean lessons on the weekdays. We do have an intern from our office in Japan here, but I’m not the one showing him around. You told me it was okay and that you understood, but I could tell you were still really hurt.

I feel like an idiot. I know cheating is bad, but I told myself that when I got into another relationship, I would never forget a date with either of you. That was the only standard I was trying to hold myself to, and I failed.

I’ll try harder to never forget a date again,

Sungchan

---

Hey y/n,

I think this is the last letter I’ll get to write to you. Well, I don’t think, I know.

You came to me today, asking what I was doing last night. I lied and told you I was at home watching TV. If there’s anything I will never forget about that conversation, it’s how you looked at me. You had smiled, nodding your head as you looked at me with teary eyes. You looked heartbroken.

When I tried to hug you and ask what was wrong, you shook your head no and backed away from me. Now that truly broke me. So I asked you what happened and you told me about how someone you knew saw me at the movie theater with a girl. You asked me to tell you who the girl was, and I begged you not to do this. I said that if you did this, it wouldn’t end well. That all the memories we had made together would be tainted.

You laughed and told me it wasn’t your fault the memories would be tainted; it was mine. You then asked me again to tell you who the girl was, and I told you what I had done.

I’m not sure when I started crying, and I’m still crying as I write you this letter. You were crying too as you told me we were over. I asked you to listen to me, and you just shook your head. As you walked to the door, you told me you would come by tomorrow to give me the stuff I keep at your house that I should pack up everything of yours. That’s how I’m going to give you these letters.

You also told me that if I’m still a decent person, I would tell the other girl about you. Believe me, after seeing your reaction I want to. But I can’t lose you both. Maybe soon, the guilt I feel when I look at her will make me strong enough to tell her.

Believe me, I know how selfish that is. I just can’t bring myself to do it.

I’m so sorry, and I love you,

Sungchan

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Sungchan,

I couldn’t even bring myself to say something like “hi” or “dear,” you’re not dear to me anymore. That’s not to say this doesn’t hurt; I still can’t believe you did this to me. I mean, I thought I knew who you were.

I’m not writing this to tell you it’s okay or that I understand you through these letters. I’m mostly writing this because I don’t think I can face you right now. Again, I will never understand how you could do this. I thought I knew you. We’ve known each other for four years, two of which we were dating, and I still can’t believe I don’t know who you are. So while I don’t blame myself for this, I can’t help but wonder. If I knew you better, would you have been able to lie to me for so long?

I hope you know you’re not the hero here. You wrote that one letter about how you didn’t think you deserved to be the good guy, but you wouldn’t be writing these letters if you didn’t think you were justified in some way. You were in no way a decent person, and I hope you remember that.

You also tried to say you loved me throughout your affair. If you loved me, we wouldn’t even be having whatever this is right now. If you loved me, you would have told me about her when I asked you to tell me if you were hiding anything. If you loved me, it would have been you who told me about your cheating and not a coworker. Do you have any idea how embarrassing that was for me? This lady who I only talk to on occasion now knows my boyfriend didn’t value me enough to be committed to our relationship. She only knew what you looked like because she happens to follow me on Instagram and saw all the photos of us I had posted. You don’t love me, and I hope you can stop lying to yourself.

And you’re right—you are being completely selfish by not telling her. So I decided I had to be the bigger person, once again, and tell her myself. I swallowed my pride and asked my coworker to look through your followers with me until she found the girl she saw you out with. I sent a message to her explaining the situation, and guess what? She believed me. You should be hearing from her soon—that is if you haven’t already.

Goodbye cheater,

Y/n

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Thank you all for reading! I’ve been listening to Sweet Lies by EXO a lot lately, so I decided to write this. Thank you to @jiwvnie and @pastelsicheng for proofreading this for me! 

I would love to know what you thought about this, and I hope you all have a great day/night!

Masterlist

[hellfire-munson]

Looking Up Luke x Reader Pt 1

Pairings: Luke x Reader (Briefly at the end), Julie x BestFriend! Reader

 Warnings: Fluff, Brief mention of sad memories.

Word count: 2211

This is My first post so bare with me. I’ll get better at the edits and stuff as I learn my way around Tumblr. I also took inspiration from Paramore and the reader was strongly based on Hayley Williams in my mind but you can make her in your image. I don't own Paramore or their music. The song I took inspiration from is Looking Up.

     “Jules, you and Flynn are coming tonight, right?” You ask while you and your best friend throw you school books in your locker after your last period. Julie looks over and smiles at you.

     “Of course! The boys were wanting to tag along especially after I told them how you were in a band of your own. They wanted to know why you denied their offer after Luke heard you shred the guitar solo during that one rehearsal.” She says.

      “If he thought I was shredding that guitar, just wait till they see what I really got going on. Right now all they know and all anyone knows and thinks is I play guitar for the band. Also Luke wanted me to join so he could see me everyday.” You smile.

      “Wait, Jackie walked?!” She screamed excitedly.

      “Yeah, after her and I got into this huge argument about the upcoming shows and letting me actually sing vocals for MY songs she walked away, and someone had to take her place. I wrote this new song we are going to play tonight, you’re going to love it.” You smile at her.

      “Y/N this is amazing! Our mom’s would be so proud of us.” She smiles longingly.

     “Maybe we could collaborate one day, I know you’re a bit more popish than what Paramore is but we could make something work!” You smile at her. She jumps up and down loving the idea of the whole thing.

    “Yes! That would be amazing! Let's head home, we have to get ready for tonight. Oh how will we get in? I thought the venue sold out in minutes?” She asks turning to look at you as you two walk through the doors to your car. You pulled 5 vip lanyards out of your bag and handed them to her.

    “I got you covered girl, don’t worry.” You smile unlocking the door. The drive back to your house was filled with you blasting all your bands old songs and singing along. You were lucky enough to live in the same neighborhood as Julie and the boys so you often carpooled to school but the boys had things to do after school before the show so they went their separate ways. Julie was trying to help you choose your clothes for tonight but with you two being so entirely polar opposite it was hard. If anyone was to help you it should have been Luke since you two share almost the same fashion sense with a hint of Reggie mixed in. You eventually settled for an old cut up Sunset Curve shirt you “borrowed” from Luke with a lace bra underneath and you paired that with your highwaisted, ripped black skinny jeans and your studded Doc Martens. What you decided to do with your hair and makeup will come to you once you hit the venue. You gathered your things to pack into the car while Julie made some final accessory details to your look. She handed you your chain to attach to your jeans along with an assortment of rings and bracelets. Everything was looking perfect for your first big performance as the lead singer.

    “Okay, I gotta head to the venue for soundcheck. You, Flynn and the boys should be there around 6, the show starts at 7:00.” You smile, dropping her off at her house. You see the boys sitting in the garage waving at you. You smile and wave back before backing out of Molina's driveway and head towards The Orpheum.

           Soundcheck went perfectly and it left a little time to grab a light snack before you had to get ready. You knew not to go to the street dogs stand after the incident with the boys that ended their lives 25 years ago before they met Julie and you and somehow were brought back by the two of you. Your drummer’s  girlfriend decided to have catering come out with healthy choices which you were enjoying as we speak. Heading back to your dressing room the security guard stopped you saying there was a group of people here to see the band.

    “Oh that’s my friends from school, you can let them on back. Thanks Alan!” You smile popping a strawberry in your mouth.

     “You didn’t tell me you were playing the Orpheum!” You hear Flynn yell causing you to turn around with a piece of cantaloupe hanging out of your mouth.

     “Well you didn’t ask.” You say chewing the part that was in your mouth.

“Okay smartass. Also when did you change your hair color?” She asks pointing to your now orange hair. You smile slyly at her.

      “I did last night, but I wore it up in a hat today so people didn’t see it until now.” You say getting up to hug your friends. The boys are just standing at the door staring at you.

    “I don’t bite, you can come in.” You joke ushering them in.

“You’re playing the Orpheum tonight Y/N how does it feel to make it big?” Alex asks.

     “I’m not sure yet, maybe I’ll know after the show. Which speaking of that when you guys head down to the floor just find Alan and he’ll take you to the spot that’s reserved for you guys.” You smile at them.

    “Your hair is so bright.” Is all Reggie can say making everyone burst out laughing.

    “I can’t wait to see you shred the stage tonight. That day at rehearsal when you and Julie were goofing off… Holy shit, that was sick!” Luke says jumping up and down.

     “It runs in the family to be honest. Our moms were in a band when they were our age and my dad is a world known rockstar so I learned at a young age.” You smile winking at Julie.

     “Well we should start heading down so you can get ready. We are going to dinner after this to celebrate just so you know.” Julie says smiling at you. Once they left you started getting ready to meet up with your band to do your before show ritual handshake.

    “All right guys, this is the Orpheum. The place is packed with execs. This will be our big break. Let’s rock it!” Andrew says putting his hand in the middle as the rest of you follow. The opening band finishes their set signaling your time to go. The band runs out causing the crowd to erupt in screams of your name. You stay back to surprise everyone as they begin playing your new song.

    “Los Angeles! Are you ready!” You scream from backstage as the beat picks up.

Things are looking up, oh finally!

I thought I'd never see the day

When you smile at me.

We always pull through, oh when we try,

I'm always wrong but you're never right.

Oh you're never right!

       You run out causing everyone to scream as you work the stage to the music. Luke, Flynn and the boys look up in awe hearing your voice for the first time. The way you rocked out was breathtaking to Luke.

Honestly, can you believe

We crossed the world while it's asleep?

I'd never trade it in, 'cause I've always wanted this!

And it's not a dream anymore!

No. It's not a dream anymore!

It's worth fighting for.

     You interacted with the audience as you sang the lyrics. You shot a wink over at Luke when you noticed his jaw nearly dropped to the floor. Julie looked over at him and knew right then and there he has fallen in love with you even more than he already was. She smiled at her bandmate. She saw the smile break across his face as he began banging his head to the beat.

Could have given up so easily

I was a few cheap shots away from the end of me

Taken for granted, almost everything that I would have died for

Just yesterday,

Just yesterday

Honestly, can you believe

We crossed the world while it's asleep?

I'd never trade it in, 'cause I've always wanted this!

It's not a dream anymore!

Oh. It's not a dream anymore!

It's worth fighting for.

     You interacted with your bandmates as they played their instruments, dancing around the stage as you had the time of your life. Jumping and head banging with your guitarist.

God knows the world doesn't need another band, (whoa, whoa!)

But what a waste it would've been! (whoa, whoa!)

I can't believe we almost hung it up (whoa, whoa!)

We're just getting started (whoa, whoa!)

Honestly, can you believe

We crossed the world while it's asleep?

I'd never trade it in, 'cause I've always wanted this!

It's not a dream anymore!

Oh. It's not a dream anymore!

It's worth fighting for.

        You stood there smiling, taking a breath letting the crowd think you were done before you jumped off the drum stage singing the final line of the song.

I can't believe we almost hung it up!(whoa whoa)

We're just getting started! (whoa whoa)

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

       You dropped to your knees as you held the final verse as the lights went out sending the crowd into a fit of cheers and screams. You smile to yourself as you hold the microphone in your lap. The lights come back on letting you see the crowd still cheering you on. The surreal feeling you had was causing your heart to sing and you were pretty sure you saw a sign off in the distance of the audience that let you know your mother was proud of you. Composing yourself, you finished the night with 6 more songs.

    “Thank you guys for coming out to support a small band from this sleepless city. We are Paramore! Good night!” You said before running off backstage. You are met with your friends and a very starstruck Luke.

    “Oh my god! That was amazing! I mean we knew you could sing but that was epic! Why haven’t you fronted before?” Flynn asks.

    “Jackie wouldn’t let me. The band was my idea back when I was slowly getting back into music but I was still wanting to stay back and play. I wrote all the songs and let her sing them. When I finally said I was ready for a shot she threw a fit and when the rest of the band sided with me she walked.” You say taking a swig of water.

    “So this is why you refused to join us?” Alex asks.

    “That and your style isn’t my style of music. It’s to pop centric but I told Julie there might be a chance of collaboration in the future.” You smile seeing Reggie get excited about the idea.

    “And then we can do a country album!” He yells causing your bandmates to start laughing at your reactions. During your laughter you didn’t see a man dressed very businessy walk in.

    “Y/N…” Julie says tapping your shoulder pointing to the doorway.

    “Oh, hi!” You say walking over with your band to meet the man.

   “I’m Eric from Capitol records. Are you Y/N?” He asks.

   “Um, y-yeah I am.” You say reaching out to shake his hand. Your friends are eavesdropping behind you while pretending to hold a conversation of their own.

    “I’ve seen many bands here, I’ve scouted some of the biggest names in music but the energy you displayed tonight is something we’ve never seen but have been looking for, for our label. Capitol records would be happy to have you join. Here’s my card. Give me a call and we will set up a meeting with the head of the label and get you signed.” He says handing you his card.

    “Oh my, wow! Thank you. Also if you don’t mind me spreading the word but I know of another you might be interested in. I’ll send you their latest video if you’re up for it.” You smile sneaking a look over at your friend and her bandmates.

    “Of course, we are always looking for new talents.” He says before exiting the room.

    “Was that?! YES!” You scream jumping into Luke’s arms. Everyone starts dancing around cheering.

    “We are being signed to Capitol Records!” You yell into the air as Luke holds you close to him. His eyes never leave your smiling face. He throws caution to the wind when you look back at him and he crashes his lips onto yours making everyone stop and gasp.

    “Well it's about damn time!” Alex shouts as you two pull away.

    “Well damn Patterson, if that’s what I get for getting signed I wonder what I’ll get after I tell you I sent your video to him as well.” You smile.

   “YOU DID WHAT?!” The band screams together.

   “We’re all getting signed.” You smile.

    “I’m going to marry this girl.” Luke says kissing you once more with more passion than the first. Everything was falling perfectly into place and you couldn’t wait to see what the future holds for you all.

I don't know how good this is, it sounded good and looked good when I was writing so I’m throwing caution to the wind and going for it. 

@parkeret​ I promised I’d tag you in my first one, I hope it doesn't suck!

@issaxcharlie thank you for also pushing me to do this as well!

@cookiebuba

[hopeshoodie]

Part 7 of my Pros and Cons of dating the different islanders (yes I’m finally coming back to this :P) 

Gary

Cons

He doesn’t have a whole lot of thoughts about things that he’s not actively excited or annoyed by, and he doesn’t really feign interest. If MC buys a new top, or is invested in a new show, or anything that Gary doesn’t really care about, he’ll really disinterestedly say “that’s cool babe,” and make her feel like it’s unimportant. He’s not patronizing/embarrassing her on purpose, he just doesn’t have a lot of tact. You would have to really talk to him and work with him to get him out of this habit, because he doesn’t see how it’s hurtful or care that much to change.

He gets really defensive. If you call him out on his behavior or point out how he’s really stubborn, he’ll argue with you without really considering if his behavior is bad. Arguments with Gary suck because it gets to a point where he’s not hearing you and will just say “whatever” and refuse to engage. The best way to change Gary’s behavior is some pavlovian shit- you need to offer positive reinforcement without him really noticing. When he communicates really well, shower him with affection. When he picks up after himself, tell him how much you appreciate it. 

He’s very willing to walk away from things that challenge him instead of trying to grow as a person. We saw that with him and Lottie- whenever she or MC offered valid criticism of his behavior he would just walk away. That applies to most areas of his life- if he tries a new hobby and isn’t good at it immediately he’ll drop it. He doesn’t really like trying new things or going to new places, and if something challenges his worldview he’s more likely to ignore it than engage.

I’ve said this already but he buys MC heart shaped jewelry and pandora charm bracelets...

Gary’s a lad. While he doesn’t intend to hurt anyone’s feelings, he never really engaged with social justice issues and he hasn’t done the work needed to be anti-racist. He’ll laugh along to sexist, racist, homophobic, and ableist jokes without really thinking about the implication. He’s loath to call anyone out. If MC points out ‘hey that thing you/your friend said is hurtful,�� he’ll get defensive and say “why are you ruining a good time? It was just a joke” If MC sits down and explains to him how the things he says are actively hurting her, he’ll internalize that and not do it. But he’s really hesitant to say the same to other people- he doesn’t want to ‘ruin the mood’ and get made fun of for being ‘PC’. 

Gary’s super dense. He doesn’t really pick up hints very well, so MC needs to explicitly tell him “I need you to compliment this dress” or “we haven’t gone on a proper date in awhile and I’m feeling undesired, can we go out for dinner tomorrow?” I firmly believe that the reason Gary tolerated all of Lottie’s passive aggressiveness was because he didn’t pick up on it, so MC needs to be direct. 

He doesn’t appreciate all the effort it takes to get all dolled up, even though he loves it when MC goes all out. I know he SAYS he doesn’t like high maintenance women, but in canon when given the choice between Hannah (seemingly low maintenance) and Marisol (very outgoing and done up), he chooses the higher-maintenance option. Every woman he dated on the show was a glam kind of girl- MC, Lottie, Marisol. So while he loves when MC has a full face and outfit done, he complains about how long it takes her and how she always sneaks away for touch ups during the night. He’s one of those dudes who is like “wow you’re so pretty without makeup” but you’re literally wearing foundation, contour, eyeshadow, eyeliner, mascara, blush- he thinks the difference between makeup and not wearing any makeup is red lipstick. This is super annoying because MC puts a lot of effort into her look only for him to downplay that effort but still enjoy the results. 

Building off of the above, Gary severely underestimates how much effort it takes to do “domestic work” like cooking, cleaning, and administrating for the household (I imagine pre-MC he forgets to do the basics like renew licenses, register to vote, schedule appointments, etc). So if MC points out how she spent the whole day cleaning, he’ll be like “that seems a bit much? You just cleaned the kitchen?” and doesn’t really get it until MC breaks down “I swept and washed the floor, I disinfected the dishwasher, I ran cleaners through the sink link, I cleaned out and organized the fridge, I dusted and sanitized the chandelier, I organized the spice drawer,  I wiped out the cabinets…” He’s not really motivated to learn how to clean or do laundry or cook.

He doesn’t communicate. This is canon- he doesn’t tell Lottie where his head is at in the game, he strings Lottie and Hannah along, and he doesn’t reassure MC when other girls are clearly cracking on with him. So most of the problems in a relationship with Gary come from MC not knowing what he wants and him never initiating emotionally vulnerable conversations. 

He’s not going to do well if MC needs to travel a lot for work, and he’s not going to move to live with her. Even after his nan dies, I don’t see him leaving Chatham. So if moving to a new place is important to you, this is a dealbreaker.

Pros

If something goes really wrong, he’ll never do the same thing twice. This applies to physical mistakes as well as emotional- if he forgets to wear eye protection and gets sawdust in his eyes, he’ll be religious about wearing glasses from them on. If he forgets a birthday or anniversary and makes MC cry, he will be SO diligent from then on about remembering dates. On that thought, he HATES seeing MC cry. He will move heavens and earth to stop whatever’s upsetting her or fix it. 

Hugs and cuddling from Gary? So comforting. He just has that vibe, like he’s a really good cuddler. Not to mention that he’s really good at the nasty in canon, so it would stand to reason………

All of that internalized masculinity has an upside- he wants to take care of his family. He’s on top of all the ‘masculine’ caretaking stuff like buying a home, maintaining the landscaping, fixing the tires on the vehicles, shoveling, fixing stuff up around the house, managing the cable/internet/tech. Which is nice because I hate doing those things, but also I’m absolutely teaching him how to do laundry and pick up after himself. 

Gary is SO calm in emergency situations. I have this headcanon for Rahim too, but the more panicked those around them get, the calmer they are. Especially in situations where they’ve prepared/considered before like tornadoes or floods. They’re not the kind of guys who take the lead normally, but in these super dire situations they find it in them to take over and calm everyone else down. I can see him having a lowkey stockpile of food, an emergency first aid kit, and a go-bag. 

I know people don’t like this headcanon, but too bad. Gary is catholic. That’s the law. Sorry I don’t make the rules. That’s not so much of a pro for me, an atheist nihilist lesbian, but I can recognize a religious man has a certain amount of charm. He has a close knit community, is super consistent about attending services, and has a certain level of taking morals really seriously. He definitely donates a fair bit to charity and is always the one saying “love thy neighbor” when people are being shitty. 

Gary’s spontaneous, but in a controlled way. He very much likes his routine and respects MC’s need for consistency. But periodically he’ll just be like “we have nothing planned for today- want to go rent a paddleboat?” or he’ll pick up flowers “just because”. If MC and he are going on a vacation, he much prefers to only plan 1 or 2 things to do a day and then once they’re in the place see interesting things and suggest ‘let’s do that’. He’ll do really thoughtful stuff like text MC if she has anything planned for dinner then randomly bring her favorite restaurant food home. Thursday nights are date nights!! Doing formal ‘dress up nice and go to a proper dinner date without the kids and movie’ is really important to him.

Gary’s a really good dad. Like yeah he has a lot to learn about not telling his son to ‘stop crying’ and not telling his daughter ‘no boys until you’re married’, but he genuinely wants the best for them. He’s really supportive of their hobbies/sports/interests, and will happily pay for summer camp/field trips/conventions. He might not ‘get it’ all the time, but he’ll smile and nod. 

He gets a lot of delight out of really little things. If his kid draws something for him, he’ll pin it to the fridge and smile at it every time he sees it without fail. If MC says she likes a certain shirt on him, he’ll triple the amount of times he wears it. He keeps the bird feeders outside their dining room window full, because he can happily sit with a cup of coffee and watch the birds for hours. It truly is the little things.

He’s really good at remembering MC’s favorite things, or even things she mentioned liking once. This is to the point where it’s a bit confusing. MC will compliment Gary’s nan on her christmas poinsettias one year, then two years later Gary buys a ton of poinsettias and is like “I thought you loved poinsettias” and not be able to remember why he thought that. So MC has to be careful with fake compliments, because Gary cannot tell the difference. But that’s still, like, super endearing and nice of him. 

There’s a few LIs that I feel like could get bored in a long-term relationship. I can see Lucas, Felix, and Rahim feeling like they’re ‘falling out of love’ when the intensity of a new relationship fades and they struggle to settle into domesticity. Gary is NOT one of them. He’s one of those “I fall in love with you more every single day” kind of guys. As MC gains weight/ages, he’ll insist “you age like a fine wine” and “I like you more with meat on your bones”. He’ll insist to their kids that “your mom is the most beautiful woman on earth”. Gary was built for long-term relationships.

[jemej3m]

Yo. Yo. Yoo. A Highschool musical au. Yeah you heard me.

bruh cross clique relationships are my jam

pt. 1? maybe

*

When they’d first met, Neil had been hiding from everyone else on the roof of the ski lodge. Wymack had brought him on holiday and encouraged him to join in with the teen party going on in the karaoke lounge with Dan and Kevin, but he’d taken one look and noped the hell out. 

Curled into a ball, he had never expected his angsty teenage silence to be broken by another short, bad-mannered boy, equally as distasteful of loud gatherings and soda-stupid teenage shenanigans. 

There had been something very familiar about him, like Neil had seen him before.

He also had a pack of cigarettes. 

Neil had yearned for one, like he yearned for his mom, and Andrew had asked for his name in exchange for the lighter. They’d sat in silence, letting the dulled sounds of music and cheers wash over them like a particularly persistent draft.

When Neil flinched away at the first pop of the fireworks, Andrew had frowned. And when Neil had explained they sounded too much like gunshots, Andrew gave him his number, scoffing at Neil’s old flip phone. 

Then he’d proceeded to bitch about his cousin, the one who had dragged him and his twin brother on a ‘bonding’ trip, and was then forcing him to move across the country so they could all live together. it distracted Neil from the gunfire overhead: whether or not that had been Andrew’s intention, Neil thought he’d never know. 

He assumed he’d never see Andrew again. 

But then school started up again.

Guess who was the new kid?

*

Andrew didn’t think that high school movies were actually grounded in reality till he moved to Palmetto State high. But the minute that he walked in through Palmetto State High’s front doors, he was instantly proven wrong. 

Aaron, who had already done his freshman year and half his sophomore year here, seemed unfazed. He was a generally unfazed person, expect when Andrew purposefully ignored him and then smashed his ass at Mariokart. Then he’d lose his temper but ultimately be angrier at himself, because he didn’t want to be anything like his mom had been. 

Andrew never had the chance to meet Tilda. She’d died just before they met: her will was the only reason that Aaron had found out about Andrew in the first place.

Aaron shoved his glasses up his nose and neatly ducked past a set of boisterous jocks who were bouncing a basketball to one another. 

“I already hate it here,” Andrew muttered, following after his brother. 

“It gets worse,” Aaron sighed. “Wait till you see the Exy jocks. The cheerleaders are - ” his face screwed up for a second. “Not all bad.” 

“What are you?” 

“We,” Aaron insisted. “Are nerds. Did you think you’d be able to escape the fact that we’re identical?” 

“I’m not a nerd,” Andrew muttered, shoving his hands into his pockets to hide the bracelet he wore. Bee had given it to him as a parting gift: it was the solar system, to scale, with the space between the planets made out of carbon fibre. 

“Are you kidding? The only thing you moved in with was a box of books.” 

“Whatever.” 

They brushed by the office, Aaron ignoring the freshman’s offer to take Andrew on a tour of the school. Her name-tag read Robin and she was clearly unfazed by their complete disregard of her presence. 

“History first,” Aaron huffed, squinting at Andrew’s timetable. “Good, we’re together. History sucks: we have Mr Moriyama, and his shitty nephew Riko is in that class too.”

“What’s so shitty about him?” 

“You’ll see.” 

Fantastic, Andrew thought. The day was shaping up to be an absolute nightmare. 

“Mr Minyard,” drawled a nasally man who lingered by the door. When he saw Andrew, his eye twitched. “And Mr Minyard. So the attendance sheet wasn’t an error.”

Aaron just muttered something under his breath and dragged Andrew by the sleeve. The tables were set up in spaced-apart rows, but the back was already claimed by a group of delinquent-looking attention vacuums. The others were all crowded around one boy, who had his feet kicked up on the table in front of him and an uncanny resemblance to the history teacher. 

He looked between Andrew and Aaron and sneered. Before he could open his mouth to say something, his uncle clapped his hands and called the class to attention. 

Just as Mr Moriyama was about to start the lesson, what could only be described as the human embodiment of disaster. 

When Andrew recognised him, his cheeks went red. 

“Mr Josten,” Mr Moriyama said, pinching the bridge of his nose. “How is it that you are always late to my class, when your brother’s already here?” 

The brother in question looked nothing like Neil. He was taller, paler, with black hair and green eyes. He was also glaring at Neil, like that was going to make a difference. 

“My bad,” the red-head shrugged. 

“Detention,” Mr Moriyama said. 

“I have practise,” Neil retorted. And - oh, god, he was a jock. A smart-mouthed sporty boy. Fuck. Andrew thought he’d never see the boy from the rooftop again, but here they were, sitting in the same history class. 

“Should have thought about that before you were late,” the greasy man sneered, sending Neil on his way. Neil slumped his way past the desks till he saw Andrew sitting behind his brother, eyes widened with shock. 

Andrew, involuntarily, found himself giving Neil a small salute. Neil’s lips quirked up as he slid into his chair, letting the first lesson of the day finally begin. 

*

Neil jogged into practise late. This wasn’t surprising to anyone, least of all Wymack, who was leaning against the plexiglass with a knowing frown. 

“Could you stop antagonising Mr Moriyama’s own nephew in his class?” 

“In my defence,” Neil admitted. “Today’s detention was because I was late, not because I accidentally spoke my thought about Riko out loud instead of reciting them in my head.”

“Get on the court, you little shit,” he said, though not without fondness. Neil had been adopted by the Exy coach at the end of his freshman year, when he’d figured out why Neil was breaking into the changerooms to sleep. 

He jogged up to Kevin, who was less than impressed as he stood by the goal. 

“What the hell, Neil?” 

“The only reason I was so late was because Gordon still hasn’t forgiven you for getting him kicked off the team and he likes to hang around my locker to take it out on me!” 

Dan, Wymack’s other adopted child and team captain, was standing nearby and laughing. “Don’t try and flip this on Kevin: you just like picking fights with Seth.” 

Neil grinned at her. “It’s so easy.” 

“Oi!” Wymack called out. “We running drills or not?”

When he saw the blonde head of hair bobbing up and down, Neil’s grin faltered slightly. He was still in shock that Aaron had a twin, that the twin had moved here, and that twin had been the exact person Neil had met on the roof of the ski resort a few weeks ago. 

No wonder he’d found Andrew’s face so familiar. He was truly an idiot for not picking up on it.

Andrew sat down, high in the bleachers. Neil felt a strange prickle at the back of his neck, like he had when they’d talked for hours up on the roof. 

Practise went too fast after that. Neil stayed behind to help his coach pack up, Kevin and Dan bickering about plays as they went off to the showers. 

Coach went off with the equipment, giving Andrew a cursory glance. Perhaps he recognised Aaron’s face: the boy had nearly done tryouts for the team at the start of freshman year but chickened out. 

Neil skipped the steps, leaping up three at a time. Andrew was lounging on the bleachers, head cocked to the side. 

“So,” Neil said. “You never mentioned that you were moving to Palmetto.”

“We were in a random Colorado ski lodge,” Andrew rolled his eyes. “What were the chances?” 

“Clearly high enough.” Neil perched on the seat beside him. “So, Aaron’s brother, huh?” 

“Obviously.” 

Neil grinned. “Give me some slack: it was dark. I suppose you’ll be following him around, at first?” 

Andrew just shrugged. “I don’t have anything better to do.” 

“Do you like Exy?” 

His eye twitched. “I’ve played before. Why?” 

Neil felt his grin widen. “You should try out.” 

Andrew crossed his arms over his chest. “Aaron says I’m doomed to be stuck with the nerds, so long as I look like him. Apparently that’s a big deal here.” 

Neil faltered slightly. “Well, yeah. Everyone kinda sticks to their own. I’ve always wanted to join the Olympiads, but they’d never let me on the team. I’m good at math and physics, but I’m on the Exy team. They don’t associate with jocks.”

“Olympiads,” Andrew mumbled. “Jesus Christ.” 

“Hey!” 

“This entire school is a disaster,” Andrew said, notching a cigarette between his lips and spun the lighter between his fingers. “I don’t give a shit about their stupid cliques.” 

Neil felt something warm in his chest. He’d always felt the same. “Careful. If Riko thinks you’re kicking up dust, he’ll retaliate. He likes to think he owns the place and prefers that everyone just sticks to their own.” 

Andrew trotted down a few steps before looking back over his shoulder at Neil. “Well, he can just get in line.” 

Huh, Neil thought, when he couldn’t get Andrew’s smirk out of his mind for the rest of the day. This is new.

*

gosh, teenagers r so melodramatic 

@filteredred don’t call me out on hypocrisy 

[glenncoco4]

You Can Count On Me

A/N: Chapter 8

••••

Marty Deeks has been patient his entire life, whether that be waiting until Christmas morning to open presents or until a new Donnie & Marie album was released, but when it comes to one Kensi Marie Blye becoming his fiancé, he’s anything but. So he’s not at all deterred when he steps into the small antique shop in search of a ring. Her ring, without getting a yes first.

No, she hasn’t said yes to his proposal yet, but she did confess that she wanted everything with him. So even if it’s not a yes right now, it will be eventually and he wants to be ready. 

Now here he is at the fourth store today, considering how large Los Angeles is and the amount of people, he thought it’d be easier than this. As he examines the display of unique and elegant jewelry, he begins to lose hope once again, nothing catching his eye. 

The shaggy blonde’s attention is suddenly pulled away from his perusal when he looks over to the man behind the counter and the older lady that’s holding out something to him. He’s only a few feet away but the delicate features of the solitaire diamond ring scream out to him. 

The older black woman feels the shaggy blonde’s stare, she turns, studying his face as his focus continues to stay on the ring in her hand. There’s one thing she’s learned in her 70 years of life and that’s the look of a man in love, but not just any love, a love that’s all consuming. 

He’s pulled out of his trance, realizing that the two have stopped their conversation completely and the woman’s gaze is now on him. “I don’t mean to stare its just...”

“No need to apologize, I recognize that look on your face. Reminds me of my Henry.”

He flashes her sad smile, knowing just by the reverence in her voice that she’s talking about him in the past tense. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. He was my first love...my only love. Some people don’t get that in life, we were lucky.”

“I know what you mean.”

Something in the way he drifts off for a minute with a dreamy gaze makes her consider her ring and the love she hopes it will be a part of again. “Tell me your story.”

Never missing the chance to talk about his girl, Deeks feels his lips pull into an automatic smile. “I met Kensi when I was 11 years old. My mom and I were in a bad situation at home and her family took us in. That first night we were there I had a flashback of sorts, as I was sitting there paralyzed in fear, she wrapped her arms around me and some part of me knew that I was finally home.” Shaking his head, he thinks about how easy it is for him to tell this woman with deep brown eyes full of understanding how much his best friend means to him. “I know its crazy, she was 8 years old, I was 11, but it made sense in my mind. Growing up we were inseparable, still are. We experienced so many life changing moments together and apart, but no matter what we were there for the other. She’s my person...the person I go to for everything, no matter how big or small it may be. I’ve always felt like I’m my most true and authentic self around her and she around me. We’re just synced. A few weeks ago we finally realized what everyone else around us saw from the start, we’re in love. It’s been 20 years and she still makes me feel like that safe little 11 year old boy. I didn’t see any point in waiting any longer, so I proposed to her a few days ago.”

The older woman takes a look around the store, expecting to see the young woman since he’s already proposed, she’d imagine they’d want to pick out the ring together. “Where is she?”

He feels the heat rise to his cheeks, a little embarrassed. “Well, she hasn’t said yes yet. My Kensi’s a thinker, she likes to look at a situation from all views.”

“But you’re still looking for a ring?”

“Yeah, because I know that she’ll be ready one day and when that day comes I want to give her something special with meaning behind it. I’ve been looking everywhere for the perfect ring and I was losing all hope until-“

“You saw mine.”

He smiles hopefully as she finishes his sentence. “Yes, ma’am.”

Without hesitation, she extends the delicate piece of jewelry towards him.

He hesitantly reaches for it, looking to her for confirmation. “Are you sure?”

“Absolutely. This ring deserves to continue being a representation of our kind of love. It represented mine and Henry’s for 50 years and now its for you and Kensi.”

“It’s so beautiful, I’m sure you could get so much more for it than what I have.”

“How much do you have, son?”

“Four thousand.”

It’s not about the money for her really and that’s when the idea strikes her. “I think we can make that work, but on one condition.”

It takes everything in him not to wrap the woman up in a bear hug. “Anything.”

“You let me meet this woman of yours.”

Nodding his head, he can’t agree fast enough. He thinks about his love and how sentimental she is, especially when it comes to their relationship. She’ll definitely want to meet that’s given them something so special. “I’d like that...we both would.”

••••

The next day at work its as if the universe is helping him out when the death of a marine who had suddenly come into a lot of money lands on their front door step. Of course its tragic but the shaggy blonde can’t help smile at the opportunity this case is bringing him. 

Once the two pair of partners return from their respective assignments they gather in the bullpen, trying to figure out the different angels that could’ve resulted in the marine’s untimely demise. 

“Maybe he was here to spend it.” Kensi speaks up, snowballing off of Callen’s statement about leaving behind a paper trail. 

Sam’s eyebrows raise, nodding his head at the strong possibility that she may be right. “Corporal Peterson said he was thinking about getting married.”

“An engagement ring from Tiffany’s?” Deeks questions, knowing Corporal Porter had a serious girlfriend and it would be logical he’d be hunting for a spectacular ring now that money wasn’t really an issue. 

The brunette locks eyes with her partner, flashing him a small grin. “You have no idea what that little blue box means to a girl.”

He smirks, thinking about the small delicate ring that’s in the black satin bag tucked in his wallet between a photo of them and Marg’s information. One of the main reasons he went in search at an antique shop is because he remembers the gaudy diamond ring Jack had proposed to her with and how it screamed the opposite of what his best friend was. That should’ve set off warning bells from the get go, because if there’s one thing Kensi Blye is not, its flashy. His girl isn’t one for bling and he knows the story behind the ring he bought will mean more to her than any content of a little blue box could. “Oh, but I do.”

••••

She’s been feeling him stare at her on and off all day...well more than usual. It’s when they’re walking towards the home goods store to question Porter’s girlfriend that she’s finally it. “Why do you keep looking at me like that?”

His brow furrows at her accusatory tone, shrugging his shoulders. “What, a guy can’t look at his fiancée?”

“I didn’t say yes.”

“Didn’t you?” He smirks, knowing good and well that they’re as good as engaged. 

She shakes her head. He’s right, but there’s no reason for her to voice that, not that there’s really time to before they’re already at the front of the store.

As her partner goes off to distract Diane’s manager, Kensi’s able to question the blonde without interruption. It’s when the young woman talks about she and Porter picking out rings that she suddenly feels a strange kinship with her. 

When Jack had proposed to her all those years ago she hadn’t really thought about how gaudy and so unlike her that the ring truly was. It wasn’t until he was off in Afghanistan that she would catch herself staring at the large diamond thinking that it didn’t belong there. Everything was different with him, she realizes that now that her rose colored glasses are off. 

She’s been having these moments ever since Marty proposed, finding herself imagining what kind of ring he’d give her. He loves her like no other, he knows she’s not into blingy things. It makes her smile when she remembers all the times he’s seen women with large diamond rings and spouting off something about someone overcompensating. She’d laugh and that would make him laugh, and in turn they’d get stares from strangers making them laugh even harder. Never in her life has someone made her laugh the way Marty Deeks has. 

Kensi’s focus goes back to the woman standing in front of her, against her own will the image of their roles reversed comes to the forefront of her mind. What if it was Marty that had been killed? The answer brings a gut wrenching ache over her. 

••••

The jewelry store op had been a bust. As soon as the man behind the counter got a glimpse of Kensi’s bracelet the air shifted and they were immediately asked to leave. It may have not turned out like they planned but Deeks can’t help but love the fact he and his partner got to deceive their coworkers once again by “posing” as a couple. Kensi didn’t seem too keen on showing affection however, especially when Sam and Callen were just outside. He wasn’t the least bit surprised when the sharp point of her heel lands directly into the top of his foot.

So now here they sit in the bullpen, in silence, trying to figure out the team’s next move. He took over Callen’s chair so they could work more closely but neither have come up with any links to their victim in the myriad of old case files piled on each desk. 

The shaggy blonde takes a look next to him, smiling at the pout that’s displayed on his girlfriend’s face. She hasn’t spoken a word in the past 30 minutes which is kind of worrisome. Afraid that he pushed to far by calling her his fiancée, he speaks up in hopes that she’ll respond. “Are you mad at me?”

“Dogs go mad. People...people get angry.”

The spark in her mismatched orbs makes him want to forget this nonsense and kiss her right then and there, but he quickly remembers the terms of their bet and knowing Callen isn’t anywhere around, he continues this little charade...for now. “Is this about the jewelry store? Listen, I was just trying to sell the fact that we were a couple.”

“Yeah, whatever. Like anybody would believe that we’re a couple.”

He has to hold back a laugh at her words because ever since middle school that’s all people thought they were. “You’re right. You are so not my type.”

••••

It takes longer than any of them anticipated but eventually Porter’s killer is caught. As Hetty congratulates them on a job well done, she hands Kensi a small ring box. The contents of said box are a delicate simple ring much like Diane had described. 

She thinks back to the woman and her heart aches for the loss that she’ll never get over. The life that she’ll never get to experience with the man who she loved. She’s drawn out of her thoughts at the distinct laughter of her love filling the room. Looking across to Hetty’s office she watches as he exchanges some verbiage with Sam making Callen laugh and she could swear there’s a hint of a smile on the Operation Manager’s face. It’s then she realizes that she wants to accept Marty’s proposal. Who the hell cares that they’ve only been dating for a few weeks. They’ve known each other their whole lives and she doesn’t ever want to live without him. There’s just one thing she has to do first.

Taking out her phone, she presses call on the newly added number “Diane, hey, Special Agent Kensi Blye, NCIS. I was wondering if I could drop by. I have something that Tom left for you.”

••••

Deeks watched from the passenger seat of the SRX as his partner handed over the small box to Diane. As she pried it open, tears immediately sprang to the woman’s eyes and before either knew it her arms were wrapped around the junior agent in a giant bear hug. It suddenly made him think about what if he were the one that died, leaving Kensi all alone. The thought alone breaks his heart in two.

A few minutes later the pair bid their farewells and part ways. He’s surprised a little at the look in her eyes, its not one of sadness but there’s something else, something he’s not sure how to describe. 

The shaggy blonde is so focused on his girlfriend that he doesn’t realize she misses the turn towards his apartment, instead she keeps going for a few minutes until she hits the Santa Monica exit. A few minutes later they’re back in the same spot at the overlook where they were just a week ago. 

“What are we doing here?”

She turns towards him, that unrecognizable look still swirling in her mismatched eyes. “Well, I’ve been thinking.”

[prettyboyjackhughes]

-Bye Bye Baby- |J. Hughes|

It was stupid really. I shouldn’t be this attached to a bracelet. But it’s the last thing I have to hold onto. Because he’s gone for good now. He had left me for real. The reality of the situation is that he’s left, moved on from me and I’m still here, alone in my room, crying and clinging to the last little bit I have of him. But of course, he’ll never know how I really feel. How much I really want to be with him right now. I roll over, closing my eyes and fighting the tears that try to slip out.

“Charlie, this won’t work. You being here and me being so far away? Nothing between us would work. Our best option is to end things now, before I leave. I don’t want to make a scene.” I close my eyes, suck my lip in and feel my heart shatter.

“You don’t mean that, Jack. You can’t. You-You love me.” His face hardens but I can see in his eyes that it’s true.

“No I don’t. This wasn’t love. This was just some dumb high school relationship. I’m sorry Charlie but I can’t do this anymore. This is over. Um, you can come get your stuff from the house whenever. I’ll see you around.” He says, turning around and walking away from me.

“I don’t want the best option. I want you, Jack. I don’t want you to push me away just so you don’t get hurt. I want us.” I say, watching him walk away from me. He stops and runs his hand through his hair.

“It’s not up to you anymore. We’re over and I’m sorry if you can’t handle that. I can’t do this, I already told you.”

I blink, refocusing on the wall. It’s been months. He left 4 months ago. He’s moved on. I can’t.

I push my hair out of my face and sit up. I haven’t left my room in days. I haven’t showered or used a hairbrush. I’ve given up on myself because why would I put in effort when I’m obviously not worth it anymore. All I can feel is I can’t catch my breath. I hated the way I felt like he was my entire world. He had held me together and without him, I came to a shattering halt. I had gotten good at hiding the sadness. I had went weeks without breaking down after he was gone. But then the reality hit and everything fell down. I had been supposed to start at Boston University in the fall but had pushed it off because I couldn’t imagine doing anything right now. Madi had left for Wisconsin a few weeks ago. Everyone was disappointed in my choice to stay at home in Michigan, especially Trev. I was supposed to be this big sports journalist, doing the thing I loved. But without Jack, that all came to a screeching halt.

I glance down. The red bracelet was still on my wrist. I’d probably never take it off.

“It’s just a little something so you can have a piece of me when I’m on the road.” Jack said, taking off the bracelet that had been on his wrist since I had met him, 6 years ago. Back when he was just Trev’s best friend and one of the boys always at our house. Before he had become everything to me.

“You’re giving it to me?” I ask, taking it from him.

“I know how you get when we’re on the road. I’m gone, Trev’s gone, Alex is gone. It’s hard on you. Now you have that, plus the ridiculous amount of sweatshirts you’ve stolen from me. It’ll be just like I’m there with you.” He says, kissing my forehead and slipping the bracelet on my wrist. He was right, it was a little thing. But it was something important to him, something he knew I held on to and loved about him.

I choke back a sob and finally get out of bed. Trev was home, for the first time, from college. He had so much to tell me and wanted me to go back with him and start the spring semester. I walk slowly down the hall, stopping at his door. I knock gently, waiting for him to tell me to come in. He does and I push the door open. He’s laying on his bed, computer, books and paper scattered around him. I had almost been avoiding him while he was home. He brought too many memories of Jack back.

“Char! Hi!” He says, glancing up quickly then looking up again.

“Hi T. Um...Can I hang out in here for a little bit?” He nods, excitement clearly written across his face. I sit down on the only empty spot on his bed and lean back against the wall.

“You okay, Charlie? Mom said you haven’t really left your room since Madi left.” I watch his face.

“It’s hard, Trev. It’s gotten bad again.” Trev nods again, this time his eyes hiding how he’s feeling.

“I want this to be over. I just want him to come back and tell me that he really does love me and that everything I’ve felt about him isn’t just something made up. I’m tired of feeling this way.” I say, playing with my necklace. Trev and I got a matching necklace and bracelet, back when we thought I was going to Wisconsin and he was going to Boston. I wear my necklace every day and he’s worn the bracelet to the point of having to get a new piece of string for it.

“Charlie, I don’t want to see you like this. It sucks. I mean, you’re my baby sister and I want to hurt anyone who hurts you. I want to go stomping my way into Jack’s apartment and drag his ass up here to make him fix things with you. But I can’t. You and I both know that deep down, Jack loves you. But he can’t make things work. He’s not there yet.” I choke back a sob and collapse into Trev’s chest.

“This hurts Trev. I can’t do this anymore. I just want him back.” I say, finally letting go and sobbing. Trev rubs my back, letting me cry.

“I’m so sorry, Char. I want to make this all go away. It’s not up to me though.” Trevor hugs me to his chest and I can feel his papers crumple under me. Even though I had lost Jack, nothing could ever take away what Trevor and I had.

[thiswasinevitableid]

For mermay I would love to see some Danbrey for 24 (lighthouse)!

Here you go! I went with SFW for this one

“You excited honeysuckle?” Her father sets her sleeping bag out on the floor.

“Yes” Dani manges her bravest smile. She’s never slept anywhere but their little house on the cliffs, and the lighthouse, with its echoing stairs and lack of true darkness, is the opposite of that.

“It’ll be fun. Like a camp out. I can even make s’mores over the stove.”

“Okay.” She sets her backpack on the floor, then follows him to the kitchen. At nine, she can already tell when her parents are doing their best, can spot the way her father carries himself when he’s tired but trying not to show it.

He makes them dinner, canned chili with goldfish crackers, and gives her a little tour. When it’s time for bed, he tucks her in, handing her the Totoro plush she sleeps with.

“When is mom coming back?”

Her father sighs, “Two weeks, assuming your grandma gets better at the speed they’re expecting. Maybe we’ll get lucky and she’ll recover even faster than that.”

Dani nods. Her teacher expressed surprise that Dani was staying here and not taking the trip with her mom. The given reason was the gated community didn’t allow children to stay that long. But Dani knows the truth; her grandparents don’t like her dad. And because Dani is the result of her mom loving and staying with her dad, they don’t like her, either.

He kisses her forehead, makes her promise for the bajillionth time that she won’t go in the water, and tells her goodnight.

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She’s looking for seashells when it happens. Living by the sea means she knows not to turn her back on it. Too bad the wave hits her from the side, carried up and over the nearby rock and knocking her into the surf. She scrambles up, spluttering, touches her neck, and feels like she’s going to throw up. Her bracelet, the one mom gave her for luck, is gone.

“Oh no, oh no, where are you, oh no”

“Um, are you looking for this?” A girl watches her from the surf, bracelet dangling from her hand.

“Ohmygosh” She snatches the jewelry away, holding it to her chest, “thank you. It’s from my mom and, uh, and I try to be careful but it’s hard sometimes.”

“I get that.” The girl holds up a necklace, “this is from my mom. It’s like one she wears; she says I can have the real one when I’m older. Can I come on the beach?”

Dani nods, then gasps as the girl joins her. She’s seen mermaids in books or that pirate movie her mom watches sometimes. But they’re always grown ups with long hair, pale skin, and green tails. This mermaid is the same age as Dani, her dark skin dotted with freckles and her black held in place with pieces of coral. Her tail is shimmering red and black, the prettiest thing Dani’s ever seen.

“You’re a mermaid.” Dani says, because she can’t think of what else to say.

“Yeah. And you’re a human. Why are you here? It’s usually just that guy.”

“That’s my dad. I’m staying with him.”

“Do you wanna hang out?”

“Yes! Wait, how’s that going to work? I’m not allowed to swim around the lighthouse.”

“I’m allowed to be on the beach, so we’re good.”

“Okay” Dani grins, excited, before her dad’s voice carries down the beach, calling her to come in, “shoot, I have to go.”

“Okay, byyyyyeee!” The mermaid waves as Dani hurries up the sand, and is gone when she turns around for a final look.

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“Got any tens?”

“Go fish.”

Aubrey draws another card, “I still think it’s weird that you don’t really fish during this game.”

“You’re just grumpy you’re losing.” Dani teases. Aubrey sticks her tongue out. Dani responds in kind.

“When your dad finally lets you swim, we’re gonna play it my way and I’ll kick your tail. Legs?”

“Butt.”

Aubrey snickers, wiggles closer on the warm sand. They’ve found a patch of beach that isn’t immediately visible from land or sea, meaning Aubrey isn’t in danger of being seen and Dani isn’t breaking her promise to her dad to stay out of the water.

“If you come to the beach near my house, I can swim there. But I’m still not allowed to swim alone. I could drown.”

The mermaid purses her lips, “I wouldn’t let you drown.

“I don’t think my mom would believe me if I said I had a mermaid helping me.”

“Man, why can’t humans just have tails? Or, like, fins.”

“I think then we’d just be mermaids. Don’t worry; I’ll get to swim on my own when I’m older and we can play in the water then.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

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“FINALLY!” Aubrey raises her arms triumphantly as Dani wades into the surf. It took four years and passing a survival swimming course for her parents to be okay with her swimming alone. The smile on Aubrey’s face makes the weeks pretending to swim in a riptide worth it.

“Do you wanna race? Ooh, or I could show you the ray nest, or we could go look for otters-”

“Let’s start with a race. I’ve been waiting years to kick your tail.”

The mermaid’s smile takes on a competitive edge, “last one to that rock is a rotten urchin!”

With that, she splashes Dani with her tail and zooms through the water. Dani dives forward after her, but even with her newfound swimming skills she makes it to the rock a good ten seconds after her friend.

“Best two out of three?” She says the moment she comes up for air.

“You’re on.”

Best two out of three becomes best out of ten, and on number ten Dani plays dirty, throwing her arms around Aubrey’s waist when she manages to catch her. Her friend shrieks with laughter, spinning and chasing Dani towards shore. The human slips and Aubrey tackles her, sand clinging to both of them as they roll onto their sides, cackling into the salt air.

They stay on the sand until it gets dark, counting stars and holding hands until Dani has to go home.

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Dani’s trying not to panic; it’s not the first time Aubrey’s missed meeting her. Sometimes the mermaid gets called away for lessons or has last minute things to take care of, and they haven’t figured out a way to get messages between underwater and above it (they tried a supposedly waterproof cellphone but it only lasted an hour). But it’s been three days without a single sign of her friend.

As she’s contemplating getting the boat her dad uses for fishing on his days off and going further out to look for her, Aubrey surfaces. Even before they reach each other, it’s obvious Aubrey’s been crying.

Dani kneels in the soaked sand, opening her arms, and Aubrey burrows into them, salt water of two kinds dripping onto Dani’s jacket.

“Aubrey?”

Her friend hides her face against her neck, “Mom’s gone. There, there was an accident and she, she didn’t-” it cuts off in a sob.

Dani holds her tighter, strokes her hair, murmurs, “I’m so sorry” as Aubrey shakes in her arms. The wind whips around them, stinging her cheeks, chilling her fingers. She doesn’t care. Aubrey needs her.

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“Ta-dah!” Aubrey produces a massive clam with a flourish, narrowly avoiding sending water onto the slices of cake Dani smuggled down to the beach.

“Aw, thanks Aubrey, you didn’t have to--holy crap!” She gawps as Aubrey opens the clam, revealing a pearl necklace.

“Like it? It took me, like, a year to get them all. Had to fight a few otters for some of the oysters.”

“Uh-”

“Kidding!” Aubrey flops her head into Dani’s lap, “I’d never bug the otters; Dr. Harris Bonkers would never forgive me for bothering his friends.”

Dani clasps the necklace in place, rests a hand on Aubrey’s tail. She traces figure eights on it, smiling when her friend sighs and nuzzles her stomach.

“You’re the best, Aubrey.”

“Thanks. I, um, I just wanted you to have something to remember me by.”

Her heart turns to an iceberg, “You’re leaving?”

“What? No!” Aubrey sits up, bringing them face to face, “you’re eighteen now. That’s when humans leave home.”

Dani giggles, “Not automatically. I haven’t made up my mind if I want to leave Kepler or not. I might just stay in town; I like it here, and Mama offered me a job manning the community gardens.”

Aubrey’s tail flutters, “Um, I have another point in the stay category.”

“Yeah? Oh” Dani sighs as Aubrey cups her cheek and guides her into a kiss. When Dani deepens it, Aubrey trills, shifting so she’s in Dani’s lap and draping her arms over her shoulders.

“Well?” Aubrey whispers, brushing their noses together.

“Definitely a convincing point, cutie pie.”

Aubrey trills again, knocking her backwards and kissing her senseless in the sand.

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Much of Kepler is surprised when, upon his retirement, the lighthouse keeper announces his daughter will be taking his place. After all, why would a charming young woman want such a job?

The charming young woman isn't particularly interested in their speculation. If she took the job in order to be closer to her wife well, that's her business, now isn't it?

[slytherinbarnes]

Sub Rosa [78]

vii. nevermind  

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: language, blood, anxiety, fighting, violence, injuries.

Summary: Reeling from the loss of Clarke and your agreement to not exact revenge, you receive some welcome news.

a/n: HOW ARE WE HALFWAY DONE WITH S6 ALREADY!? the taglist for this series is open! I hope you enjoy, please let me know what you think!!!

previous chapter // season masterlist // series masterlist

You toss and turn all night, plagued by dreams and memories of Clarke. 

It’s not enough to be heartbroken while awake, you’re also heartbroken while asleep, unable to escape the loss of your twin. Most of the dreams are weird, a strange collection of memories gathered together and played in your mind. You dream of EMPing Raven and accidentally killing Maya in Mount Weather. You dream of Clarke leaving you and Bellamy in the fighting pits, watching Clarke mercy kill Finn, and landing on the ground for the first time, all of you watching Octavia be the first person back on Earth. You also dream of Monty and your father, and by the early dawn hours, it’s enough to drive you crazy.

You eventually give up on sleep and climb out of bed, leaving Bellamy’s sleeping form behind. As you get dressed for the day, you see Delilah’s dress draped over a chair, along with the bracelet she let you borrow, and you grab both of them and slip out of your room. As expected, both of her parents are downstairs in the tavern, preparing for the day, and only one other patron is in the room, a hooded figure tucked away in a corner, despite the early hour. Blythe Ann and Jae smile as they see you, motioning for you to come sit at the bar. “Can’t sleep?”

You shake your head and slide into the seat they motion towards, draping the dress across the seat beside it. “No, too busy being haunted by memories.”

Blythe Ann freezes, giving you a look of understanding, as Jae squeezes her shoulder in comfort. “I understand the feeling.”

“Speaking of,” you lift the dress onto the bar and set the bracelet on top of it. “These belong to Delilah, and I haven’t had the opportunity to give them back yet. I’m sorry.”

Blythe Ann shakes her head, pushing the dress back towards you. “You should keep it, Delilah would want you to.”

“I couldn't.”

“Please, we insist.”

You start to protest again, but Jae grabs the bracelet and reaches out for your hand. You give it to him, and he attaches the bracelet around your wrist, smiling as he does. You admire it, remembering the thought you had when you first put it on, a star for Clarke and one for Bellamy, and you fight back your rising tears as you look up at him. “Thank you.”

He just nods and grabs a basket of pastries, placing one on a plate in front of you while Blythe Ann pours you something to drink. You sit at the bar and eat your breakfast, enjoying the silence of the tavern as Delilah’s parents flit about, getting ready for the influx of customers. When you reach for your glass of juice, you accidentally knock it off the bar, sending it crashing to the ground below. You jump down and pick up the pieces, gathering them together as you frantically apologize to Jae, who is coming around the bar with a rag, ready to clean up your mess. “I’m so sorry, I didn't mean to.”

“No need to apologize, accidents happen.”

He smiles at you and you smile back, standing with the broken pieces of your glass in your hand. “What do you want me to do with this?”

“Here, I’ll take it.” Blythe Ann walks over, extending her hand out to you, and you drop the pieces into her hand. As one of them slides out of your palm, the jagged edge turns just enough to cut your palm, and you wince and mutter, “Shit.”

You peer down at the cut, watching as black blood starts to rise to the surface, and you feel a rush of panic as you remember the danger of anyone knowing the color of your blood. Even with your mom back in space, preparing to make Nightblood for the Primes, you’re not sure it's safe to have just anyone knowing your secret. You squeeze your hand closed, hiding the cut from view, just as Jae asks, “Did it cut you?”

“Just a little nick, nothing major.”

He reaches out for your hand, looking concerned. “Let me take a look.”

You shake your head, pulling your hand away, forcing out a casual laugh. “Really, I’m fine. Nothing to worry about.”

He shrugs, accepting your answer, handing you the rag instead. “In case you need it.”

“Thanks.”

He nods and walks off again, back to preparing for the day, and you rip off a strip of the rag and tie it around the cut. You look around, checking to see if anyone saw, but Blythe Ann and Jae are both still working, and the customer in the corner has their head bowed, seemingly unaware of any of their surroundings. You sigh and plop back in your seat, turning back to your breakfast again. It’s not long before you hear someone else coming down the stairs, and when you turn to look, your eyes land on your boyfriend, giving you a small smile as he approaches. He plops down beside you, in the chair unused by your new dress, thanking Jae as he brings Bellamy something to eat too. Once the couple turns back around and starts to work again, Bellamy reaches out and takes your hand, eyeing the torn strip of rag with concern. You look around, eyes a warning, shaking your head to let him know that you’re fine, but this is not the place to talk about it. He nods, before settling on a different topic instead. “Did you get any sleep?”

You nod, not wanting him to worry about you. “Yeah.”

You can tell that he doesn't believe you, but still he lets it go. “I saw Gaia in the hall. She said something is wrong with Madi.”

“What? What is it?” You turn to look at him in alarm, already preparing to stand up and go check on her, but he grabs you and stops you. 

“She’s okay, it’s nothing Gaia can’t handle. It’s Commander stuff. Apparently there’s a dark Commander, Sheidheda, and he’s vying for control. Madi banished Gaia last night, but she told me she’s going to stick around out of sight, in case we need her.”

“Great. Just what we need, a Dark Commander trying to take over my niece's head.”

Bellamy squeezes your hand, “She’s going to be okay, we’ll keep an eye on her. Gaia will too.”

You nod but say nothing else, picking at the last little bit of food on your plate. Bellamy watches you closely, his eyes never leaving you, and he whispers, “The first time I ever heard Clarke’s name, we were still on the Ark.”

You turned to him, intrigued, and he continues, “I had just heard about you actually, The Invisible Twin.” You cringe at the nickname, and he gives you an apologetic look before continuing, “But it worried me. One of the most Privileged families on the Ark discovered to have a second, illegal child, and still you were locked up. It made me worry about Octavia and what they’d do to her. Not enough to keep me from taking her to that stupid party, but still.”

You squeeze his hand, wishing you could carry his guilt for him. He squeezes back before he adds, “Anyways, I was a cadet in my first few days of training, and they used to send us to all the things they didn't want to do. We got a call that there was a fight near the Privileged section that needed to be broken up, so we rushed over there to break the scuffle up. Imagine our surprise when we pull a girl off of a boy, the boy’s nose gushing blood, a black eye already forming. When we question the girl on who she is, she tells us her name is Clarke Griffin. Of course, the second we heard her last name we knew who she was. Then we asked her what happened, and she said that the boy made a comment about her twin, and how she deserved to be floated for being born. So Clarke punched him and told him to apologize, and when he made another comment about how her whole family needed to be floated, she punched him again. It was the only incident report on her record, up until she got arrested with your father.”

You give Bellamy a sad smile, simultaneously happy that he shared this story with you, but sad that your sister is still gone. “You’ve never told me that before.”

“I didn’t really remember it until a few days ago.”

“Clarke has always been fiercely protective, it’s something I love about her.”

“Funny, I love the same thing about you.”

You smile a little. “Must be a twin thing.”

“Must be.”

But as the story sinks deeper, your brain processing it even further, you whisper, “It feels like I’ve given up on her.”

“You haven’t.”

“Bellamy, we’re just letting them walk free. We’re letting Josephine walk around in my twin's body, and we’re doing nothing about it.”

He shakes his head. “No, we are doing something about it. We’re honoring Clarke’s legacy and we’re surviving. We’re doing better, keeping the peace, and building a compound of our own so we can live, truly live, once and for all. Everything she did, she did for her people. For you. For Madi. Building this compound and ending the cycle of violence means that all of us don't just survive, we thrive.”

You catch the reference he makes to Clarke’s speech to Arkadia before Praimfaya, and you think of how desperately Clarke wanted everyone to live, not just survive. How she always encouraged love and friendship and the happy moments in between all the war and fighting and chaos. You look at Bellamy, knowing that he’s right. This is what Clarke would want, this is how you honor her. You nod, relenting with a sigh, “Okay, so when do we meet with Russell?”

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You and Bellamy head to the palace to meet with Russell, Miller in tow. Everyone insists that you bring a third party, someone who wasn't locked up for figuring out the secret of Clarke’s death, so the two of you decide on Miller, despite the fact that he’s just as much of a hothead as you and Bellamy. 

Bellamy takes the lead at the meeting, knowing you can barely stand to look at Russell, let alone talk to him, and you stand by your boyfriend’s side, jotting down notes as you listen to Russell’s plans. As the meeting is nearing its end, Bellamy looks at Russell, summing everything up in one succinct sentence, “In exchange for ignoring that you murdered Clarke…”

He trails off when he hears the door open, and you all look towards it, watching as Josephine steps inside, her hair pulled back, Clarke’s clothes gone from her body. It's a shock to you to see her dressed the way she is, and you freeze as she comes to a stop behind Russell, eyeing all of you with curiosity. You hear Bellamy finish his earlier sentence, “You build us a compound.”

You feel Russell’s eyes shift to you, but your gaze never leaves your twin’s body, trying to convince your brain that it’s not hers anymore, someone else is inside at the controls. “What about the sister, mother, and child? Will they agree?”

Your brain registers his words and you flit your gaze over to him, annoyed by the words he used. “The sister will take care of our people.” 

Bellamy reaches out and squeezes your hand before he redirects the conversation, “How long will it take to build?”

Before Russell can answer, Josephine clears her throat, waiting for his attention. He holds up his finger, “Just a moment, sweetheart.”

Your gaze moves back to Josephine, watching her tap impatiently on her arm, waiting for your meeting to finish. But the longer you watch her, the quicker you realize that the tapping on her arm is rhythmic, repeating a small pattern. You flip a page in your small notebook, waiting for the pattern to start again, and then you furiously start to write.

●— 

●—●● 

●● 

●●●— 

● 

You almost laugh in shock when you realize it’s Morse Code, and you rack your brain trying to remember the translations from the brief moment in time that Clarke learned Morse Code in school, but you struggle to remember. You get pulled from your thoughts by Bellamy putting his hand on your shoulder, and you tug the notebook close to you, hiding it from everyone as you turn to look at him. “What?”

“Russell asked if we agree.”

You barely glance at the man as you answer, “Yeah, we’re agreed.”

“I'll order construction to begin.”

You turn and look between Bellamy and Miller, nodding towards the door, trying to hide your excitement. “Let's go.”

They nod and follow you out, the guards at the door closing them behind you, and you jog down the hall, putting distance between you and any spying eyes. Bellamy pulls you to a stop, sensing the shift in your energy, looking at you in confusion. “What’s going on?”

“Didn't Pike teach you Morse Code?”

Bellamy nods and Miller shrugs, “I slept through most of Earth skills.”

You shake your head at him, and focus your attention on your boyfriend. “I remember Clarke learning it too, but I can’t remember what each symbol means.”

Bellamy shakes his head, still not understanding, and you push the notebook towards him, getting excited. “Josephine was tapping out Morse code on her arm.”

He takes your pen and quickly translates, you and Miller looking over his shoulder as he does.

●— A

●—●● L

●● I

●●●— V

● E

You nearly cry with relief when you read the word, looking up at Bellamy with tears in your eyes. You can see the emotion written across his face, a mix of shock and happiness as he stares back at you, both of you overcome with emotion. Miller looks between the two of you, still not sure he understands. “What does it mean?”

You turn to him, your grin growing even wider. “It means Clarke's alive, and we're gonna get her back.”

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next chapter

[handonshipper]

If I Knew Then What I Know Now: Chapter Three

Hope headed downstairs after putting her father to sleep. The voices in her head caused by the Hollow were getting to her. It was getting harder and harder to manage. The most relief she had gotten since she took in the Hollow's magic again was when she was spending time with the waiter from the Mystic Grill, Landon Kirby, yesterday. Something about being around him was different. A little distracting at least. But she was dangerous to be around right now, and she knew it. Which was why she did not consider going to find him.

The tribrid wondered what exactly the waiter was doing in New Orleans, her home town. Was it merely a coincidence or something more? She felt drawn to trust Landon and felt comfortable around him, but she had also recently been betrayed by Roman, her ex boyfriend, which resulted in her mother's death. At the thought of this, the voices grew, and she struggled to ignore them. She breathed out slowly and entered Rousseau's bar. "Declan, hey, I need a favor from the bar." Suddenly her body froze as she spotted a familiar face, her anger flaring up again. Elijah Mikaelson. Her uncle. "What are you doing here? Killing my mom wasn't enough? Now you've come for Declan?"

"That's not what I'm here for." Elijah disagreed, but Hope didn't care. She just wanted to be angry at him. To not let her own guilt sink in. It was painful enough the brief moment it had while she was with Landon. It was easier for her to be angry with Elijah instead of facing all of it. And the voices in her head certainly weren't helping.

"He killed her" Declan said, stunned.

"That's not what happened." Elijah defended

"No, but if you weren't there, she'd still be alive." Hope said, and her rage fueled the voices, causing then only to get louder and louder. She clutched her head. "Stop! God, stop!"

"What's going on with you?" Declan asked, confused and concerned at what was happening to her. He moved to go towards her but stopped as Elijah grabbed his arm.

"Stop! Shut up! Shut up!" Hope shouted. Their voices certainly weren't helping the situation.

"What did you do?" Declan interrogated Elijah. Elijah grabbed him by the neck and pinned him up against the bar.

"Hey, don't hurt him!" Hope said, moving closer, momentarily distracted from the voices by the scene before her.

"I won't. We can't do this in front of him."

"Okay, fine." She waved her hand and put Declan to sleep. The human then fell to the floor. "Now it's just the two of us."

"My memory was gone. I didn't know who she was."

Considering everything the tribrid was feeling at the moment, that wasn't a good enough excuse. "Well, now you do. How does it feel?"

"Like the worst pain I've ever experienced."

The whispers got more intense in her head, and she put her hands on her head and looked around a little, trying to force away the voices. She lowered her hands and looked at her uncle. "I hate you."

"I hate me, too." Elijah said, self loathing obvious in his eyes.

Hope knew she shouldn't blame him, but right now she needed to be angry with someone, and it was easy to be angry with him. "You let her die." In a flash of rage, consumed by emotions and the hollow's magic, Hope waved a hand, cutting him magically repeatedly as though she was clawing into him until he collapsed

"Hope" spoke a familiar voice, but the tribrid didn't give herself a chance to process who the voice belonged to. In a flash of rage, she waved her hand back and caused a deep gash across the person that entered. "Hope" the voice repeated, though now it had a groan, and the tribrid suddenly realized who the voice belonged to.

Landon Kirby.

Landon was walking down the street as he thought about everything that happened. He wanted to make sure Hope was alright. He hadn't seen her since the day before. But he also did not want to interact with her, no matter how much he wanted to. He knew that he was no longer the same Landon Kirby he had been before he melted into a pile of goo. Before he had been sent to Malivore and lived what felt like years in complete isolation, Before he had to fight monsters in the prison world to survive.

He knew he was darker, fought with both brawn and brain. He attacked first and didn't let himself worry about the consequences. He just needed to fight and kill. That had been his mindset for the past several weeks since he got out of Malivore. And now he was here, surrounded by people.... It was a lot, and he wasn't sure that he could manage it well enough not to end up being a burden on Hope or anyone else.

Suddenly, he heard Hope's voice from inside Rousseau's as he neared it. "Stop! Shut up! Shut up! Hey, don't hurt him!" There was a little bit of a pause "You let her die!"

A concerned Landon Kirby stepped into Rousseau's and called out her name to get her attention. "Hope" Suddenly, without really paying attention to who it was, Hope waved a hand back. Suddenly, a large gash cut across Landon's chest magically, and he stumbled back a bit, leaning against the wall as blood started soaking his shirt. "Hope" he repeated, groaning a little in pain. This wasn't a wound he could exactly stitch up.

"Landon?" Hope questioned,   her eyes widening in horror at what she had done. "Oh god" she said as Landon slowly slid to the ground, putting pressure to his own wound. She grabbed something sharp from nearby and cut her palm. "Here, drink this", she said, putting it near his mouth but not on it.

Landon shook his head, not wanting to risk being sent back to Malivore. He wasnt sure what exactly happened. But he also didn't want to take any chances.

"It can heal you. Drink" Hope said, looking at him, her eyes wide in concern.

Landon shook his head again. "Not you" he said, forcing back a groan of pain

A hurt expression flickered across her face, and she moved her hand away. He could see her wound closing up. Her uncle, Elijah, was healing from his own wounds at the moment.

"Hope. What happened?" Klaus questioned, walking inside the bar.

"I uh. I attacked Elijah, and Landon came in. And I accidentally hurt him too" Hope said. "And he's refusing to drink my blood. I don't know why. I told him it would help"

Klaus walked over and bit his own wrist before feeding it to Landon forcefully. Landon drank some of the hybrid's blood. He coughed some of it up, anxious about how vampire blood would affect him.  But the blood already started to heal him. His eyes drifted shut and Landon lost consciousness.

Hope was pacing downstairs in the Mikaelson home, trying to keep herself calm and have as much control over the whispers as she could. It had died down after she hurt Elijah. The pain wasn't as bad as it had been before. But she knew it was only temporary. She looked up as her father came downstairs after putting Landon.

"How is he?" She asked immediately.

"He's alright, just sleeping. He's getting a bit feverish, but it's mild." Klaus said, looking at his daughter. "Who is he?"

"His name is Landon, and he's human. He, uh, he used to serve me milkshakes at the Mystic Grill. He took a trip here. I'm not sure how long he is staying. He says it depends on if he has reasons to stay."

"What was that? You won't take my help, you reject the bracelet, you're throwing Elijah around" Klaus said, looking at his daughter with worry.

"It stopped the voices." the tribrid admitted, trying not to sound as vulnerable as she felt.. She had all of this power and she knew it was killing her. And the voices were so intense, part of her wanted to scream and take out all of New Orleans to feel better.. But she didn't want to hurt people. She never wanted that. It was why she worked hard to control her magic so she never used too much. Never used more than necessary for a given occasion. Though she hadn't exactly been following her own rules lately.

Her father looked at her, stunned "What?"

"Ever since I took the power back, the whispers... I can't think, I can't sleep, I can't even breathe. But right now, it's silent. Is this the rest of my life? A rage that can only be quieted by violence?"

"Hope, if violence is what you need to feel better, then you have the perfect father. We'll handle this. In the meantime, you should probably keep your distance from your friend. Landon"

"I was thinking the same thing." Hope said, looking at him. "Thank you for bringing him here and making sure he was alright."

"You're welcome" Klaus said.

"I saw Landon yesterday" she said, trying to talk to him before the voices grew too loud again. "We talked for a bit, and I showed him around New Orleans"

"You could manage it? The voices?"

"It was... I don't know, easier around him. I can't explain it. It was still there and bothersome but it wasn't as bad. I have no idea why" Hope said as she followed her father upstairs to her room. "I thought I could handle it. I really did."

"You're handling it as best you can, and I'm gonna be here with you every step of the way." Klaus promised as he looked at his daughter.

"Will you stay with me awhile?"

"Of course I will. So do you like this boy?"

Hope was silent for a moment, but she was grateful for the focus on Landon instead of the voices constantly in her head. "Even if I did, it doesn't matter"

"What makes you say that?" Klaus questioned curiously.

"My last love interest betrayed me. I dont think I am exactly the right person to be dating"

"The first person I was truly involved with is currently under a sleeping spell in this very building." Klaus pointed out with a slight smile. "Do you like this boy"

"Yes. But I can't think about a relationship" Hope said. She never would be able to. She could feel herself dying. It wasnt fair to him. It wouldn't be fair to get involved with anyone while she was dying. Though she couldnt exactly say that to her father. "He's human. Our family gets ourselves involved in a lot of dangerous situations. And mom just-" She shook her head

"Your mother would want you to be happy"

"I know she would." the tribrid said simply but she had already made up her mind. She wanted Landon to be safe. Not be killed like Camille, Hayley, Jackson, and many others had been while close to their family. If he was genuinely as nice of a guy as he seemed, then she definitely didn't want to ruin his life, which is probably exactly what she would do if her family got involved with him. Invaded his life. He already got hurt because of her. Hope wasn't sure she could avoid that happening again if he didn't leave.

Hope was confused on why he was pushing her to be in a relationship, especially after how he reacted whenever anyone else got in a relationship. However, after looking at him for a moment, she recognized the reasoning from his expression. He wanted her to have hope. To find something to live for and to look forward to. Something to fight for besides family.