#NOW I FEEL LIKE SHIT BECAUSE WHAT IF SHE ONLY HAS ONE PHONE I SHOULDN'T HAVE SAID THAT NOW WHAT IF SHE FEELS BAD AND IF SHE SHOULD CHANGE

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I WAS MEAN TO A GIRL AN NOW I FEEL LIKE SHIT.

WHY WAS I MEAN, THAT'S NOT THE USUAL ME!!!

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IN RUINS 2

PAIRING: spencer reid x fem reader

SUMMARY: spencer reid has always had something against you. during a particular case, spencer snaps and says something he shouldn’t have said leaving you in ruins. but what happens when your in danger and he still hasn’t explained why he reacted the way he did. will he have the time?

IMPORTANT COMMENT!!!!: hi my pumpkin cupcake stinky wonky pookie bears. IM SO SORRY IVE BEEN A FRAUD! 💔💔 jokes but I’m rlly sorry I haven’t been writing for the past months ive been to the hospital multiple times and also had someone close to me pull a ‘I’m dead’ card on me and then I was oh! BUT I think I’m okay I think I’m better and I’ll start posting more I have a lot of ideas but tbh this one was a draft before allat happened so it’s shit but and I wanted to get rid of it cus it js reminded me of everything that happened before 😭 BUT I’m rlly rlly sorry ITS SO LATE

" why is your mom calling you she hasn't called you in 7 months " scott anderson says rubbing his face repeatedly his fingers shaking, his other hand is in a fist digging his nails in the palm of his hand. he walks away from jj who's tied up on the floor with her feet and hands wrapped in rope. the grip on your phone tightens.

" she's calling me because it was my aunts birthday scott." you say looking at scott in the eyes. he stands up biting his nails. " your lying to me." he says walking to you, his eyes dark. you wish his eyes at-least looked like they had nothing behind them, but his eyes definitely have something behind them.

his eyes look determined. they looked commited. and he’s looking at you. your eyes widen. your hands become sweaty. you take a step back. “ i’m not lying to you scott.” you respond back gently shaking your head. you raise your eyebrows softly smiling at him. “ i wouldn’t lie to you scott.” you say the grip on your hand tightening to the point where your hand is shaking.

his gaze softens for a second, his eyes aren't so dark now. his eyebrows soften. " you wouldn't lie to me y/ n?" he whispers gently walking up to you. you nod gulping, " ¡ wouldn't lie to you scotty" you whisper smiling. he smiles. taking another step towards you. you take a deep breath in.

"y-your doing a great job y/n" spencer's shaky voice speaks into the phone. it's the only thing keeping you sane right now. he sounds nervous. you can hear him gulp repeatedly. he's stuttering a lot right now. he's probably blinking a lot. a habit he has when he's nervous. a habit you've absorbed from afar. " your doing a really really great job y/n. i'm so proud of you." no he shouldn't have said that. he should not have said that. he shouldn't have said that. you tear up. why are you tearing up? you can't tear up right now. not right now. please not right now.

your throat feels heavy. your heart feels heavy. a part of you feels funny. your ears feel funny, never having heard those words before. your brain is trying to process the words. it can't process them. it's funny though. no matter how much insane messed up stuff you've heard on the job none of it really ever seemed to take a toll on you. but hearing those 5 words. it's taking a toll on you. and it's not the right time. why are they so triggering. what are they triggering? the inner child inside of you who never got to hear those words? the teen inside of you who never got to hear those words? or is it adult you who still hadn't heard those words up until now? it's too much. why are you tearing up?

“ why are you crying.” scott says. something in his eyes has changed. oh god. his eyes darken. his eyebrows tighten. he’s shaking his head smiling. “ what is your mom saying? why is she making you cry? do you want me to kill her?” he says with pleading eyes smiling. he’s taking a step towards you. “ or are you not talking to your mom right now…” he mumbles. your eyes widen. you shake your head. “ or…your not calling your mom you bitch!” he shouts taking another step towards you. you don’t have time to react. he grabs you by the neck slamming you against the wall. his hand tightens around your neck.

you choke on your words. the tears that gathered up finally start to fall. your free hand wraps around scott's arm thats choking you. you repeatedly hit his arm. " please stop." you plead shaking your head. his grip tightens on your neck. " your a liar. your just like him." he spits his gaze darkening. he grabs your phone throwing it across the room. it knocks over a glass vase.

"¡'m not like him." you choke out shaking your head. " shut up! yes you are!" he shouts in your voice, spit getting on your face.

" let her go!" ji shouts from the floor. her voice cracks mid sentence. probably due to fear. watching you struggle is affecting her. just watching you struggle makes her feel as though she is the one struggling.

scott turns his head around. " what did you just say?" he says slowly releasing you. you take a deep breath in. you look at scott. another wave of fear hits you. what's he gonna say to jj? what's he gonna do to jj? she shouldn't have said anything. she should've kept quiet. he can't hurt her. you have to do something.

" i said let her go. you can't hurt her. she's what you want right? you can't hurt her. why would you hurt someone you love?" jj says her eyes darting between you and scott. to scott she looks desperate, to you. you know what jj's trying to say with her eyes.' we will be fine. seeing ji look at you like that. a rush of adrenaline hit you. you have got to do something. why are your hands so weak. why do you feel as though you don't have control of your body. why do you feel as though you can't control anything. damn it.

" you show love by hurting the ones you love." he whispers. you slowly reach for the gun in your pocket, trying not to alert him. and god is it hard " y/ n would know." he says chuckling. your so close to the gun. " isn't that right y/n?" he turns around to look at you. he sees your hand. he sees the hand thats reaching for the gun. he grabs your gun. your hand immediately forms into a fist, you punch him in the jaw. he falls back. holding his jaw. " you bitch!" he shouts.

you run to jj. you drop down to your knees. your shaky hands immediately start to undo the knots of the rope. "jj you need to get out." you say out of breathe. your trembling hands making it harder to undo the rope quickly. " no- what. y/n dont. i'm not leaving without you. the team is coming t-they're on their way y/n. ji says shaking her head in denial. her hands are untied. " god jj! i always follow your orders! just follow mine! just this once." you snap back moving onto her legs. you untie her. " get out of here now jj! he wont hurt me jj. hes obsessed with me he wont. trust me." you say nodding.

jj hasn't been a profiler for a long time. anyone else on the team would've called you out for your bullshit right now. if he wanted to hurt you. he definitely would. he would do anything to get you to be obedient. he could probably kill you if he wanted to. but jj doesn't know that. she thinks he's just a stalker who's obsessed with you and probably wouldn't seriously harm you. but you know unsubs like him all too well.

ji stands up running to the door. she opens the door. she turns to look at you again. you look at her and smile. " just go." you mouth. she quickly nods running out and closing the door. a wave of relief washes over you. jj is fine. jj is okay. jj is safe. he can't hurt jj anymore.

your not fine. your not okay. your not safe. he can keep hurting you. you turn around. he's standing right behind you. he's looking down at you. he's standing tall. his eyes are on you. his expression is dark. his eyes are empty. not a single thought behind his eyes. you were wrong. his eyes without a single thought behind them is scarier. because now you know, there's nothing really stopping him. there's no determination. there's no commitment. there's absolutely nothing behind those eyes. those eyes that are just about to do you harm.

“ me looking down on you…does this remind you of anything?” he says tilting his head to the side smiling. you shake your head. but oh boy do you know exactly what he’s talking about. your dad. “ oh right sorry. let me do something that will surely make you remember.” he says chuckling. he crouches down. he punches you right in the eye, your left eye. the one with the healed over stitches. you stiffen at his touch. not just because your scared of him. yeah of course your scared of him. but also because you’ve never had someone touch you in such an intimate place. you’ve never had someone grab your cheek and gently caress your scars.

he starts laughing. " oh my god let me see that" he gently grabs your cheek. tilting your head up towards him. he runs his finger on the scar. " he did that didnt he?" he whispers gently rubbing the scar. " he gave you this scar didnt he? i read it.. in one of your hospital records. he gave you this 2 weeks before he left right?" he whispers gently caressing the scar. your shaky hands reaches for his cheek.

he stiffens at your touch. he's just like you. " he gave this to you..right?" you whisper, gently caressing the cut on his lips. scott nods. " you and me.we are the same y/n. we both grew up in the same households. we both put up the same abuse. we..we are meant for each other y/n. your meant for me. and i'm meant for you." he whispers caressing your cheek gently. you nod.

" yeah.yeah we belong together." you mumble nodding gently.

i thought so too..until i saw a picture of you and your co worker spencer reid together." he whispers softly still smiling. your eyes widen. " w-what." you mumble. he chuckles, " yeah.i saw a picture of you two together. it was when you and your team were working that case in chicago." he whispers tightening his grip on your cheek. you shake your head.

" s-spencer? spencer reid? he-he means absolutely nothing to me." you say gently reaching for his hand. " don't lie to me." he whispers tearing up. " i'm not lying to you scott." you whisper rubbing your thumb gently against his arm. " your lying to

me. all you do is lie. your just like him." he whispers tears rolling down his cheeks. " i'm not like him scott." you whisper shaking your head, trying to calm him.

" your just like him.you lying bitch." he shakes his head standing up, forcefully pulling you up with him. his fingers dig deeply into your cheeks, surely 100% going to leave a mark. but who cares at this point.

" scott just listen to me-' he cuts your desperate cries with a punch to the mouth. you fall down to the floor, on purpose however. you want him to think your weak. your worn out. he can easily control you. he can easily throw you around like a rag doll. so he can feel some sense of confidence and have a sense of control. something he probably never experienced.

"i'm not listening to you. now you listen to me. you... you listen to me y/n. we are both the same person. we deserve absolutely nothing. we deserve everything our fathers did to us-"

" you know that's not true scott." someone speaks up from behind scott. their voice is strong and stern. it brings you comfort. never would you have thought, laying on the floor with blood dripping down your chin that the sound of someone's voice would bring you comfort. your heart feels warm. you can feel the familiarity of having control over your body come back. you smile. how could you be smiling at a time like this? your smiling. really hard while looking down at the floor. you refused to look up at scott. you refuse to do so.

because deep down you know you would be staring at the version of yourself that's buried deep inside you. that part inside you that keeps you wondering everyday, if you didn't take the path you took would you be like that. would you have done the same thing he had done? what makes him so different from you. just because you carry an id that gives you power over any normal civilian and a gun that's supposed to protect you and others. that doesn't make you any different though. because even though you have those things, you still think like scott. what if you truly don't deserve anyone in this world that would treat you with respect? what if you truly deserve someone as messed up as fucked up ad you are? because then they wouldn't understand right? they wouldn't understand how your mind works. but..like scott said. you probably deserve someone like scott, someone so sick and twisted-

why are you like this. why are you taking his words to heart. are you really that desperate and pathetic that you start taking an unsubs words to heart just because he shared an intimate moment with you. why? is it because you never in your life had experienced something like that and now you yearn for it? you start to believe every word he's said. your so naive. and your so vain. how can you be so gullible. why are you the way that you are. none of what scott said is true. none of it, absolutely none of it.

your too preoccupied with your brain breaking you down too notice two people coming over to you. your zoning out. your thinking hard. really hard. something like this requires a lot of thinking. but it shouldn't though. your supposed to just shrug off his words. not pay any mind to them. he's a mentally ill unsub who's murdered 5 women. nothing he says should make you reason with his thinking. there's nothing to reason with. he's insane. your not insane. your not insane. your just a girl who's seen some insane things.

" hey. your okay. i got you." morgan says gently grabbing you by the arms. "i got you y/n." he whispers picking you up gently. you stand up looking at the wall infront of you still zoned out. " hey y/n." emily pats your shoulder gently tilting her head to the side looking at you with such pain. you shake your head and look at both of them. " hi emily." you respond looking at emily blinking repeatedly. " hey you." she says smiling. " we've gotta get you to the ambulance come on y/n." morgan says wrapping his arms around you, pushing you into him.

" j-i don't need medical care morgan." you say trying to push your heavy head away but finding it way too hard. he feels too comfortable. too comforting. he feels too nice. his cologne smells masculine. really masculine. why is it comforting? why does it bring you comfort? you close your tired eyes for a second. " hey hey don't close your eyes on me I/n." morgan says tilting his head around to take a look at you, you shake your head softly. " i'm not dying morgan." you groan.

emily chuckles. " morgan's probably enjoying this." emily says wrapping up arm around her shoulder helping you walk, " cant have derek enjoying himself too much we all know how cocky he'll get and how high his ego will sky rocket." emily adds on looking at you smiling. her words make you chuckle. a painful chuckle. when your lips curve to let out a laugh a wave of pain washes over your face. "ow ow." you chuckle closing your eyes. morgan shakes his head,

"yeah you wish you can have a bit of this ego." morgan replies.

rossi opens the house door. his eyes immediately look to you. " it's alright i've got her." he says running to you. " derek go take care of reid he's in the ambulance." rossi says putting his gun away. morgan slowly and gently lets you go. rossi quickly replaces morgan. your head immediately shoots up. that hurt. you didn't even know you could do that. why did your head shoot up so quickly? just a second ago you were leaning into morgan for support because you couldn't bare to hold your head up and now suddenly you have all the energy in the world to shoot your head up.

"w-wait whys reid in the ambulance?" you ask your eyes wide, your pretty sure your eyes are half closed though. you can't bare to hold them open. you can already feel your left eye bruising. you can taste blood in your mouth. and you know there's blood dripping down from your eyebrows, from the healed over stitch. rossi and emily push you forward helping you walk. why aren't they answering you? what happened to reid? whys he in an ambulance? is he injured? what's wrong with spencer? what happened to spence? " i think that's a question he should answer." rossi says. what does that mean?

your quickly brought out of the house, thank god. you feel like if you spent another second in there you would go ballistic and break down crying. your heads down, your too tired. you see a pair of shoes infront of you. who's shoes are those? who is that? and why did they stop right infront of you? it's not spencer. spence would never wear those shoes. he was wearing converse earlier. dark blue converse. why do you remember all of this? don't you have some sort of concussion? how do you remember what pair of shoes spencer wore? god...

you feel emily and rossi's grip weaken around you. the unfamiliar person infront of you reaches forward and takes you. they lead you away from rossi and emily. your too tired to even care. they lean you against them. " where's...what's wrong with dr spencer reid?" you mumble stumbling in their hood barely having the energy to hold yourself up. " it's alright i°ve got you. here." they sit you down on something. there's bright red lights flashing around you. an ambulance.

" ma'am i'm gonna get an IV bag started is that alright with you?" the medic asks opening a cabinet. you nod your head hazily. you lean your head against the walls of the ambulance. he takes your arm rolling your sleeve up. you feel the soft pinch. your thankful for it though. it's stopping you from dissociating and falling asleep. you don't wanna fall asleep until someone tells you why spencer is in an ambulance. why do you care for him? why do you care for him after everything's he said- oh right. after what he's said. why do you care for him after he just publicly embarrassed you? that's so stupid. why are you so pathetic and desperate. did he publicly embarrass you? half of the team probably already knew. it's not that hard to figure out. it’s probably why you are the way that you are. they’re profilers. of course they would figure that out. what he said was true. they all probably agree. oh god..

" let me go! let me go! i don't need medical attention she needs it more than me! let me see her!" you hear a voice shout from the distance, you recognise it. your heartbeat quickens. not like earlier though. not in the way your heartbeat quickened earlier. that was in fear. no. this. this is in relief. your stomach starts to stir. in nervousness. your still leaning your head against the wall, but your looking down. your hair covering your face. you stop hearing his voice.

" ma'am i need you to lift your head up." the medic says gently placing a tray next to you, a tray your guessing is full of medical supplies and alcohol. you softly nod your head sitting up. the medic grabs one of the medical instrument opening the wrapping. he moves to the side to quickly put on gloves.

“ oh my god y/n..” you hear him say your name, in so so much pain. he sounds so upset. is he in pain? why does he sound so upset. what happened to him. is he okay. you look up. you see him. you look into his eyes. and suddenly all the words he’s said earlier rush buck into your clouded messy mind. but they don’t hurt as much. your so used to men blurting out hurtful words to you and you having to get over them, what else do you do? ask them to apologise? expect them to apologise?

no. they don’t do that. they’ve never done that. best thing to do is just get over it, because you probably deserve it right? that’s what you were taught.

he looks tired. his eye bags look darker than what they usually would look like. his hair is messier then usual. the two buttons on his dark blue vest are unbuttoned. he’s wearing his fbi vest. his dark blue pants have wet stains on the side of them. your guessing because he would repeatedly wipe his sweaty hands on them. a habit he has when he’s nervous.

he looks into your eyes. he sees the bruise that's already forming in your eye. the trail of blood rolling down your eyebrow from what he can see, that scar you have. you have blood rolling down the side of your face. your neck is red. an imprint of a hand already appearing. his heart hurts. it hurts so much. seeing you like this. but how dare he right?

how dare he feel pain in his heart? the pain your feeling physically and mentally is probably 10x worse than what he’s feeling. he wishes he was feeling it though, he wishes that right in this second all your pain would be transferred to him. add it on to his pain. he feels so guilty. you don’t deserve this. this is his fault. this is his fault. this is all his fault. your never gonna look him in the eye again. whenever you do your gonna remember this day. and how much pain he put you through. he hates it. he hates it so much. he hates himself so much.

"y-y/n." he's out of breath. he doesn't know where to start. he didn't have time to think of an apology, spending the entire car ride panicking nervous about you and wether you were safe or not. but now he can't think of anything.

he can't think of anything when looking into your eyes, the only thing he's thinking of is how badly he wishes he can go back in time and prevent all of this from happening. or make all of this happen but only put himself in your shoes. make him go through all this pain instead of you. You don't deserve this. you don't deserve him. you don't deserve his stupid apology that's about to come, that is if he can even muster up an apology right now. you deserve so much better than him.

"y/n i'm so sorry." spencer starts shaking his head his eyes wide. he can't think of anything. his iq of 187 has suddenly dropped down to 20. spencer who seemed to never stop his rambling suddenly can't think of a single thing to ramble on. you just made him stupid. and not in the way it's supposed to be. you make him stupid when you smile at him. not like this. he can't think of anything. he doesn't know where to start. he shakes his head.

" god can't you do your job!" spencer snaps grabbing a medical wipe and pouring saline solution on it. he stands infront of you. his angry demeanour quickly vanishes once his infront of you. something just hit him. he freezes infront of you. it's like all the color, the little color he already had in his face has drained.

you look at him in confusion. all though your upset at him it doesn't stop you from caring and growing concerned. " w-what?" you say blinking repeatedly looking at him. hes still looking at you. his lips part. he blinks repeatedly. he shakes his head.

"i-i'm just..i got scared." he stutters his voice cracking. " why?" you ask tilting your head to the side. " i'm scared your gonna flinch once i touch you." he replies quickly. really quickly. any normal person wouldn't catch it. but you did. vou've learnt to keep up with spencer's quick rambling. oh. oh. whys he so considerate? y/n stop. you can think that. you look down at your thighs. unable to think of anything to say. if he did touch you. would you have flinched? would you have reacted? you don't know. but spencer's not him. right?

" i'm not gonna flinch spencer." you say looking up at him. he nods his head gulping, "a-alright." he says. he lifts his shaky hand up. he gently dabs the medical wipe on your cut. disinfecting it. ouch it burns. your nails dig into the palm of your hand. his eyes are stuck on the cut. the scar. he knows where it's from. he might've been with garcia when she did her usual background snooping on new members of the team 2 years ago. he remembers how guilty he felt after it. finding out about such a dark part of your life without your knowledge or permission.

but that guilt doesn't compare to the guilt he's feeling right now. he feels tremendously guilty, he caused the scar to re open. all because of his foolishness. if he just shut his mouth earlier and wasn't such a smart ass. if he maybe was the one to go with you to scott anderson's house and not jj he would've been able to protect you. he probably would've shot scott anderson the second he would've laid his hands on vou.

he doesn't trust himself aorund vou. atleast not from the harm of unsubs and has the need to shoot any of them if they ever did you harm. he would probably lose his job. if he was there he probably would've lost his job. but he doesn't care. for your safety. he doesn't care.

" i'm so sorry y/n-" you can feel the medical wipe shake on your eyebrow, from spencer's shaky hands.

" it's fine spencer." you mumble looking into his eyes. is it fine though? is it really fine? whys he apologising? he's not supposed to be apologising right? this is new. this is so very new. they never apologise after hurting you. this is so unfamiliar? how are you supposed to react? do you tell them how you really feel? do you immediately accept their apology? they never apologised to you when they hurt you. whys spencers apologising? what do you say?

" it's not fine y/n. i-i hurt you. i c-caused this." he says spitting his words out in a shaky manner. what do you say or do? you've never made it this far whenever something similar to this happened in the past.

" spencer it's fine. i shouldn't have egged you on earlier anyways-" why are you taking the blame. y/ n stop. it's not your fault. it never is your fault when something like this happens. y/n please. it's not your fault. stop taking the blame. his heart aches even more. his throat feels heavy. who hurt you like this? who broke your heart like this? who messed up your image of love like this? who hurt you this bad. he hates them. he hates them for making you like this.

" y/n i know you have the personal need to justify everything i've said but y/n stop, just stop. i hurt you okay. and even though saying that out loud and accepting the fact that i said that it thr worst thing i've ever done in my entire life it's nothing compared to what you felt when i said that. i don't wanna be like him y/n. i don't wanna be him. i don't want you to think i can be him. i don't want you to see him everytime you see me y/n. because that would kill me even more. y-you don't have to talk to me anymore y/n i just don't want you to flinch or have this horrible feeling of rememberence whenever you see me. please just.. just don't take the blame for this because it's my fault. this entire thing was my fault and i put you through this y/n. you don't deserve this. i'm really sorry.”

spencer rambles. trying to push the heavy feeling in his throat away. he can't cry. he doesn't deserve to cry right now. he's nervous though. he's nervous about what your gonna say. he doesn’t have the right to feel nervous though. he should accept whatever it is. he did this to himself. whatever the outcome is. he just hopes you don’t have a sense of fear wash over you whenever you look at him and get memories of this day. that is if you ever look at him after this day.

no one's ever said that to you. you feel your tired eyes tear up. your about to cry. oh no. spencer panics. does he comfort you? do you even want his comfort? he doesn't deserve to touch you, he thinks. he drops the medical wipe.

" n-no please don't cry. ill go call

over emily or jj or morgan or hotch just p-please dont cry. i'll go-" it physically aches him to leave you like this. but he has to. he doesn't want you to feel uncomfortable. he just made you cry. you must really hate him. he understands though. he just wishes you understand how sorry he is. but you probably will never know. because you probably don't expect him to feel sorry, you probably think he's faking it. he just needs you to understand that he's not him. he's not your dad. spencer actually feels sorry. he feels so so sorry for everything he's done and said. but you had to put up with years of your dad taking apologises you probably don't believe his. he hates himself.

you stand up. you barely have room to think clearly before a tear rolls down your cheek. spencer immediately removes his fbi vest, you bury your head against spencer's chest. you wrap your hands against his chest. he doesn't wrap his hands around you though. he's scared to touch you. your not sobbing. your too tired to sob. you just let tears slowly roll down your cheeks. " your not him spencer." you say out loud. spencer's heart skips a beat. he slowly wraps his hands around you. " i'm still mad at you. you shouldn't have said that earlier. b-but i forgive you spence." you mumble against his chest. he shakes his head, " you shouldn't forgive me y/n. your supposed to be mad at me. your supposed to be yelling at me. or-or hitting me." he says.

" i am mad at you spencer." you say pulling your head away wiping the tears.

"alright. good." he says

looking down at you. " oh god- im sorry that was stupid i shouldn't have hugged you-" you immediately start apologising shaking your head. you immediately sit back down. oh god your so stupid. why did you just hug him? your so embarrasing oh god. did you feel the need to hug spencer because you just needed to make sure that spencer wasn't him.

not that you would know what your dads embrace would feel like. but you just needed to make sure.

" no please don't apologise. d-do you mind if i sit next to you?" spencer asks pointing at the space next to you. you look at him and slowly nod your heart. he sits next to you. " once ive healed i'm yelling at you spencer." you say looking down at your legs, your tired eyes aching. " alright." spencer says nodding. you should yell at him. and you will. he had no right. but your too tired right now. you just hope. you really really hope that spencer doesn't spiral once your back in quantico and probably will forcefully be taken into the hospital by emily and jj. you really hope he doesn't drown himself in guilt and spiral. why are you so caring? does spencer care about you the way you care about him? that's foolish right? he wouldn't right? does he feel his heart quicken when he sees you? does he care the way you care? that's stupid god y/n you probably have a concussion just shut up.

yeah how stupid y/n. because if you knew the way spencer cared about you or the way his heart quickens when he sees you. you wouldn't believe it. it will take time though. it will take time for you to believe it. he's willing to work hard during that time. he just hopes you know even the slightest bit. but he wont say anything right now. you've already been through enough. he wont say anything for a while. though when the time is right. maybe you'll finally know how much he cares about you. for now, he'll settle for this just for now. until he can gain your trust back and make his feelings known. he'll settle for this. because just being next to you makes him happy.

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i had a crazy thought–imagine sevika's wife saying something that annoys/peeves her just a tiny bit and ceo!sevika doing the most over the top thing the next second.

imagine they live in a huge expensive modern penthouse and sevika's wife says "how come we live in the same house but we don't see each other?" and on the next day sevika is already taking her around to go see houses for sale 😭😭

or when her wife trips over the huge glass coffee table in the middle of the living room, and it's gone in the next hour and replaced by a smaller, cuter coffee table

i just wanna see sevika simping for her wife pls im begging i think she's so so cute 😭😭😭 like a grizzly bear 😭😭😭

this is like the epitome of ceo sevika i love her so fucking much

men and minors dni

you shouldn't be surprised.

this has been happening long before you and sevika were even dating, back when you were just assistant.

you can still remember the first time sevika did this to you. you ran into the office, discombobulated and late, worried that sevika would be upset.

she wasn't upset, though. it was the oppisite. she sighed in relief the moment you walked through the door wrapping you up in a hug. "fuck, i was worried you'd been carjacked on your way here! i can't lose you. not before the board meeting."

you laughed and relaxed in her arms, breathing in her expensive cologne. "sorry. my phone is fucking ancient and can't hold a charge anymore-- it died overnight and my alarm didn't go off."

"hmm." she'd said. at the time, you thought that was it.

then you got home that night, and found three brand new cell phones sitting on your doorstep.

you blinked down at the boxes, confused. a small envelope caught your eye, and you picked it up, flipping it open.

pick your favorite. -s.

the extravagance only grew once you got together.

"ugh, my back is killing me." you complained one morning.

"'s wrong?" sevika asked, a worried look in her eye. you shrug.

"think i pulled something yesterday while restocking the cabinets above the copier." you say.

that night, you pout in confusion as sevika takes the wrong exit off the highway. "where're we going?"

"you'll see."

"awe, sevika, i can't do a date night tonight baby, i feel like shit."

"it's not a date. well, it sorta is... just trust me, okay?" she'd asked. you nodded.

"of course."

sevika pulled the car into a spa parking lot. you frowned. "spatopia? aren't they closed this late?"

"i made a few calls for us." she said with a shrug, kissing you over the center console and then hopping out of the car. she ran around the car, pulling open your door and walking you to the store front.

two hours and two couples' deep tissue massages later; you were both too relaxed to drive home and you had to call an uber. it was one of the nicest gifts of your life.

now that you're married, it's only gotten worse.

you make a passing comment about your couch being stiff, and sevika's taking you furniture shopping that weekend.

you trip over a (incredibly expensive) persian rug in sevika's study more than once and she's rolling it away and buying one that doesn't snag your toes.

you once complained about the lack of legroom in her fucking porsche, so she bought you an suv. she's fucking insane.

and now she's done something truly crazy.

"you bought us a fucking house!?" you squawk. sevika shrugs with a smile. "sevika, we have a house!"

"we have a penthouse. penthouses don't have gardens. you want a garden."

"wh-- i do?!" you ask. sevika laughs.

"yeah, you do. remember? you told me on our first date what your dream house would be. you said something with charm, something you could make your own, something with a yard big enough for a garden and some pets."

the memory is so distant and blurry to you-- at the time you'd mostly just been talking out of your ass and fantasizing. but sevika remembered. because she's incredible.

"y-you're fucking insane." you cry. sevika smiles.

"good or bad?"

"sevika." you break down in tears, wrapping your arms around your wife. she laughs against you, rubbing your back. "y-you can't just buy a house without asking your wife!" you scold. she giggles.

"most people can't-- but we've got the money for it. i could buy you a dozen houses if you wanted."

"no!" you squeak. she laughs. you rip out of her arms to glare up at her. "you have got to stop doing this shit sevika, you're gonna give me a heart attack eventually!"

"you're gonna have a heart attack when you see the main bath in this place." she whispers with a sweet, excited smile. you burst into laughter and pull her in for a kiss. "if you hate it we can just put it back on the market, y'know." she mumbles. you snort.

"well... at least let me see the place first."

sevika grins, big and wide. you shake your head at her, in love and endlessly endeared by her. "i love you. i'd spoil you in any life, but i'm glad in this one i got the money to treat you the way you really deserve." she says.

you sigh dreamily and cup her face. "please tell me there's already a bed in there."

"...yeah, why?" sevika asks. you grin.

"i'm gonna ride you until you're paralyzed from the waist down, baby. c'mon. show me around my new house." you request, tugging sevika into the house by her tie.

sevika follows you with a dopey smile and hearts in her eyes.

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@blackgaladriel

[inkskinned]

there's this video you've probably seen already where a woman is shaking in front of a microphone and delicately tries to ask - how can i make my husband listen to me, i've tried everything, i don't want to seem ungrateful and the other man laughs - the problem is that you married a man, we're only listening 25% of the time and we only understand 5% of that! and the audience laughs and the woman laughs and you just sat there, phone in your hand, letting the sound of it echo

and the thing is that people make think-pieces about it (isn't this one of them) and satire versions and "flipping the script" which is good and fun but at the end of the day, there's some truth in that man's response about men-not-listening. and you have tried to language that feeling for years, this sense that you can only take up 33% of a conversation before others view it as being "dominating".

it's not that they aren't listening, it's that the action they're taking is purposefully silencing. it's different. you accidentally-don't-listen a lot; just because the world is loud and you're distracted. you don't mean anything by it. and the truth is that the man who spoke is relying on that to be true of you; the way it's true of everyone. but there is a different undertone to his kind of not-listening. what he means is they don't respect you and you shouldn't expect them to. there is a difference between oh shit i forgot to take the trash out and why didn't you remind me to do it, just like there is a difference between i didn't realize you wanted to go out this weekend and why do you expect me to plan things why can't you just tell me where we're going.

and the thing is that it isn't just him, and it's actually not just because of your gender - your skin, your class status, your weight, their ableism - it happens often. so often it feels like a tightness around your throat and a weight in your stomach. you're not even "really" allowed to be upset about it, because to them it's a joke. and they laugh. and you know exactly the amount of work that goes into every conversation. how you have to work to condense down your thoughts into intelligent, crisp soundbites; worried someone will try to swoop in and cut you off. and there's this sense from everyone else - oh stop being so sensitive, are you really upset just because they weren't listening and you don't know how to say the way that feels when it happens constantly.

there's that video of the science summit where a woman in the audience finally says let her speak please! and the whole crowd bursts into applause and the man leading the summit holds up his hands and bows his head and says oops, sorry! like what he did was awkward and embarrassing, a little social gaffe that happens easily. later in your meetings, you're asked to take notes, and you don't say anything, you just hear let her speak please! ringing in your head and know that you'll never be brave enough for that kind of thing. and besides. think of all the people who agree this was a one-off, he just got excited and all of the people who say one man is not indicative of all of society

at the dinner table you're talking about someone you don't like and how he's not good to his girlfriend and how she always has to remind him to put the effort in and before him, she was glowing with curiosity and passion but now she just seems... tired, unhappy. that he likes the way she burns out; she stays home and takes care of him and their 2 kids. and your father sniffs and says that men take a while to learn those kinds of things. and you just stare at him and think about your childhood and are like - no wonder i turned out like this

and you want to say - there's no fucking secret school or mystic form of communication. i was not sent to Rearing a Child University. i did not graduate from Getting Chores Done College. i ask questions and i listen and i pay attention, because that's basic fucking human decency. it stems from respect, and how i respect others and their agency. i clean the house because someone should clean. not because it comes "naturally".

hell, you had to google "how to boil an egg" the other day, just because you usually make them scrambled. you can never remember which of the 2 bathroom cleaners make chlorine gas, only that two of them definitely do. you've accidentally bleached your clothes. it took you like 3 years of self-teaching before you figured out how to actually cook things correctly - for that whole time, you burnt or undercooked everything. but you did teach yourself; just like you taught yourself how to listen with empathy. just like how you taught yourself to think before you speak. to be kind first, to be better at communicating. it seemed like a good thing, an adult thing.

the joke the man in the video makes is that women say i'm fine! when they are not fine. and you think about the 150 conversations that happened around that; about how she probably has had so many arguments with her husband. how she said i'm upset you don't take me anywhere and he got mad at her because of course i do, you made me go to that stupid restaurant like last week and she probably said that's not what i'm saying and he said now i'm supposed to be psychic or something and she said no of course not and he said how am i supposed to know what to do when you don't even like everything and she said i do like things and he said well how am i supposed to win? and her pastor probably told her to be more grateful because they do things at all, even if she has to plan them and her mom probably told her that's just how men are honey and she probably cried over her journal, trying to figure out why the fuck she "has everything" and is still so bitterly, horribly unhappy

and how, in your life, for so many reasons, you looked down the barrel of another argument; of explaining yourself and being vulnerable and begging for help again. how many times you just said i'm fine because it was better than doing that again; it was better than wringing yourself out when it's literally easier to just pretend. because he wasn't going to listen. your father wasn't going to be better and your boyfriend wasn't going to be better and your boss wasn't going to be more respectful.

and you sit in front of a video of a woman shaking, looking horrible and guilt-wrought that she's even asking this question. and you know; deep in your heart - that's you. in a different life, you are her. you've stood in her spot. and you had to listen while someone else cackled - why would we bother to notice when you talk?

[myunghology]

VIVID BAD SQUAD — with a girl crush! ( fem. reader if you couldn't tell, reader is mentioned to be known all over the school / aka. pretty popular due to their looks and smartsss! the reader in an and akito's sections are the same, but the one's in kohane and toya's aren't. )

i. kohane azusawa — you were classmates in miyamasuzaka. definitely left a lasting impression on her during the first day of school, blushed from how you approached her immediately despite not knowing her, too. lunch buddies!! feels bad for your friends since you've basically left them all alone to fend for themselves to be with her TT. but she's sooo thankful you're there, you may or can be a bit mean to people who try to talk shit about her for being shy, but that's just for her own good. it's so obvious to everyone that you love her so much but kohane herself can't see it. these lesbians bro... good for them. good for them

ii. you definitely had beef with akito when you two first met alongside with an. you probably still do until now, you really don't get along. to the point you've almost gotten into a physical fight with him just to defend kohane. whenever kohane goes "well, akito-kun said..—" you and an both cut her off before she even completes her sentence, saying, "SO WHAT?!" akito calls you both, 'kohane glazers'. as a joke, don't worry. please don't hurt him anyway, toya personally thinks he deserves it. starts giggling to herself once she finds out you've already paid for her coffee, right after complaining that you shouldn't have, by the way.

iii. has a full on gay panic when she sees you. which is every single freaking day because you're classmates.. adores how you can be so confident about yourself and not be so arrogant at the same time. kohane's literally your princess, which is your nickname for her on your phone's contact list! she needs saving because she literally can't take eyes off you in class, and whenever you catch her looking at you, you just respond with a smirk on your face. and she DIESSSS. definitely has a playlist dedicated for you with the main song being flaming hot cheetos by clairo.

i. an shiraishi — her soul literally LEFT her body the first day she saw that you two were classmates. this girl had wanted to befriend you so bad since forever, but couldn't get the actual chance to because so much people were already swarming around you EVERY. TIME. she saw you. it made her eye twitch, best believe akito and mizuki teased her for it in their first year. now that they're classmates in their second year (well not mizuki) and with you nonetheless, oh brother.. akito occasionally gets a head smack by a book from an whenever he says you aren't all that, and he shuts up immediately.

ii. definitely tried convincing your homeroom teacher for you guys to be deskmates. if it doesn't work.. well! let's just say she is yanking pulling your current one out of their desk just to sit beside you. just kidding. maybe not. only if it's akito. and all of your classmates are like she wants that damn cookie so bad wtf.. and if that doesn't work part 2, then she WILL be clinging onto you during recess and lunch, let's face it, u're never gonna get rid of her <33 definitely giggles to herself and tells kohane all about her experiences through chat with you during those free moments in class. maybe even misclicks and sends it to the vbs gc and toya seens and replies with a 'that's nice, shiraishi".

iii. everytime this girl gets flustered i guarantee you she literally hits the person right next to her. she slaps and hides behind the person and starts giggling like a little kid before jumping around, as long as you aren't there. is a "[name] can you help me with this?" type of person for attention. but she actually does need help, let's be honest. in special times, you're actually the one who initiates helping her <3 as long as you aren't busy, then you're good!

i. akito shinonome — i smell jalosi (jealousy). 50% because you're literally perfect and 50% because of how much people are hogging your attention. THIS GUY DOESN'T EVEN KNOW if he loves you or if he fucking hates you. akito literally starts getting red once you offer help when you see him struggling in math or english. you definitely helped him with his english essay but didn't wanna show you because he made it about you. ughhhh twerp. he's so weak when he's in love someone kill him. EXECUTE THIS GUY NEOWWWW. nene definitely accidentally found out because she was arranging papers to give it to the teacher and was like.. "huh this is familiar.. WAIT..."

ii. unconsciously buys you lunch. this guy probably bought you cup noodles and a sandwich before because you were too busy to eat. he'll grumble and complain under his breath about why the teachers are bugging you so much to the point that you can't even eat lunch dude. you repay him by giving him free english lessons but it usually doesn't work because he spends most of it's time by just staring at you.. bro's cooked if you give him a practice assessment. he does go into grinding mode once you get mad at him for paying attention.. even toya thanks you personally for that bruh

iii. literally excuses you once he notices you get uncomfortable from all the crowds. "oi, she's busy. go elsewhere." and just drags you out. he's realllyyy helpful too. you don't even have to ask, because he's already carrying all of the binders that were on your hands just seconds ago. HE DOESN'T EVEN SAY ANYTHING IT'S ANNOYING and it makes you panic whenever you see them GONE as if they fell down without a sound. looks out for you in any possible way he can and you don't even notice?? literally fixes your pens, notebooks, books without you looking when it was just a mess earlier from you stressing and crashing ouuuutttt...

i. toya aoyagi — another one who helps you whenever you need to carry stuff. he is suchhh a sweetheart towards you even though you two are in the same grade. toya is your number one glazer you could do nothing wrong in his eyes bro just doesn't care. you both could be studying together but he gets a slide for looking at you the whole time because he's already covered the topic you're talking about. unlike SOME ginger.. he usually invites you out to lunch together if akito is somewhat busy, and he likes bringing you to the weekend garage as well <3.

ii. instinctively pats your head. brother doesn't even know WHERE he got this habit he just has it. he could cheer you on doing something random with a "nice one!" and when you come back he'll Pat your head. someone who has extra everything in school supplies. literally the classes' own bookstore at this point became what. so obvious that he's rich, the type of lover boy who'd give you his most expensive pen if you ever ask for one. and once you return it he doesn't let ANYONE borrow that pen ever it's crazy. probably also the campus crush along with you but is horribly oblivious. your class is doing his moves for him bro trust it either goes batshit or the opposite.

iii. toya doesn't wanna be mean or anything but mizuki has noticed this about him whenever someone's confessed to him. if ever you're in the same room, the girls confession to him will just come in one ear and exit out the other because he only looks at you whilst doing so. and he feels bad every single time, because how can you be so distracting to the point that he can't even hear his own classmates confession for him. by the time he realizes, the girls body was bowing down right in front of him, handing him a box of chocolates?? like what. the most she'll get from him is a muttered "thank you.." and not even a confirmation if he likes her or not. even though she could already tell from the way he looked at you.. but it would be nothing to be sad about.

@myunghology — kohane listens to clairo, an listens to girl in red, akito listens to iyaz, toya listens to daniel caesar when they're in love trust me bro.

[elliesluckycharm]

don't text me, ex ellie williams one shot

sinopse: you and ellie broke up due to her commitment issues and you've been non contact until she calls.

cw: lowercase intended, swearing and alcohol use and "drunk"? sex, semi public sex, not explicit if reader is fem or masc. use of nicknames like babe and my love.

wc: 2,9k

nsfw/smut: ellie bottoms. tit play (r receiving), clit stim and pinching (e receiving), fingering (e receiving), cum eating (r)... i think thats it?

a/n: okay uh im gonna kms bc this was meant for @breathinlove but alright.

you and ellie had broken up a few months ago. you have been no contact ever since, you blocked her everywhere except her number. you told her not to contact you if she didn't need anything.

but she'd called today.

you were in bed with your best friend kamala, she noticed you suddenly sitting up.

“what?” she touches your shoulder as you look at the screen. “ellie? don't pick up, y/n” she looks at the phone over your shoulder.

“i told her to only contact me if she needs anything…” you sigh, but the phone stops ringing and you bite your lip as you look at kamala, worried expression.

“hey, if she actually needs anything she'll either call again or text.” she pats your shoulder and you nod.

ellie doesn't call again, but you get a text.

«sorry about that, hope ur okay»

“um, i guess she didn't mean to call.” you roll your eyes after texting her back with a «don't worry, hope ur okay 2», which she saw and reacted with hearts.

“girl, yes she did, she let that thing ring for ages.” kamala scoffed.

“whatever kami, let's just forget about that. she's literally with cat.”

“it's insane that she broke up with you because she ‘couldn't be in a relationship’ and ‘felt trapped’ and now she's with cat.”

“i know but well, she just couldn't be in our relationship i guess.” you chuckle and hug kamala. “why are we still talking about this shit…?”

and then you drop this subject, and it was true… ellie broke up with you along those lines. she had met you at your house and held your hand, kissed your forehead before leaving. now, she has been going out with cat. you hadn't completely moved on but what's over it's over, you didn't want any messiness.

weeks pass by, you usually see ellie at college, you both curl your lips in an awkward smile. you do it out of respect but it hurts to act like you were never close.

today wasn't any different, film class and you're sat at the back. she got in late, she sat down at the front. you noticed her and followed her with your eyes but you didn't expect her to look around to the back of the class.

you lock eyes and she stares a little before turning back, you feel uneasy. class passed by and you don't interact in any way and you decide to talk to her after class.

she gets ready to leave and you run down the classes stairs to catch her.

“ellie.” you call out reaching for her shoulder but she turns around to face you before you can.

her green eyes pierce through yours, you hadn't seen those freckles from so close in months. you blink a few times in a roll.

“um… yeah? sorry i called.” her voice is raspy and she looks awkward, as if you don't know each other.

“you let the phone ring.” you mumble, her eyebrows almost touch as she looks confused.

“yes? i'm sorry.” she takes a step back as you do the same.

“so you meant to call. it wasn't a mistake?” you ask, you sound calmer.

“yeah, i did… but i know i shouldn't have, you did the right thing by not picking up.” she looks at your lips for a second before you curl them up in a sympathetic smile.

“i was going to. thought you might have needed something.” you hold your own shoulder. “you okay?”

“no, yeah… i'm okay i was just… i don't know.” she rambles awkwardly and you chuckle. “are… you okay?”

it felt weird talking to her, but she was still the same. she toyed with her fingers nervously as she always did.

“yeah, i am.” you breathed out before straightening your back. “what did you wanna say?”

“that, i've… been” she chokes on her words, you examine ber face, letting her speak. “thinking ‘bout you.” now it's your turn to internally choke.

“you don't need to tell me that.” you bite your lip as you start walking down the starts and she does the same as everyone's leaving the classroom.

she lowers her head to face her feet as she thinks of what to say but all she says is “i know.” you turn to face her after you leave the classroom.

“i'll see you” you say, she nods and leaves as you walk towards the bathroom.

your eyes water as soon as you enter the bathroom, you let out the breath you had been involuntarily holding. you decided this meant no contact was as rough as her as on you, even worse since she decided to call you at 3pm on a random saturday. but it didn't mean anything other than that, it's hard not to talk to someone you used to talk all the time and you understood that.

when you're walking to your next class you see cat running towards ellie and jesse. she kisses both of their cheeks and you wave to them, mostly jesse, who gives you a sympathetic look and waves back. cat doesn't see you until ellie raises her hand, cat waves at you then.

you and cat were neighbors during all your childhood, she was really nice, artistic, down to earth but still had a bubbly personality. you honestly liked her, which hurt.

kamala had texted you about this party next saturday at dina's, her cousin who ‘happened’ to be jesse's long term girlfriend and ellie's best friend. you, dina and kamala had been friends since the start of college and your breakup with ellie wouldn't change that.

ellie would obviously be there, so you decided to give it more than one thought. you didn't want to see her if it made you feel so small, but you couldn't stop doing what you usually do just to avoid her.

so you decided to go. you hadn't talked to dina that much about ellie to be honest, you didn't want this to become something where people had sides to take.

you and kamala go to the party a little later than supposed, the party was already crowded. you find dina and walk up to her to hug her.

“hey dina! nice party.” you hug her excitedly and she chuckles as she pats your back.

“it's a generic one, thanks though baby” she looks at you up and down as you back away. “you look good, girl.”

“you look hot, dee.” you smile wide and she gives you a gentle push towards her drink table. “go grab a drink, you too kamala!” she calls her cousin out.

kamala starts grabbing a drink but your eyes land on ellie, who was at the corner of the room. she saw you and stepped away from the wall she was leaning on.

“is ellie here with cat?” you ask dina as ellie walks up to you. dina nods no. “really?”

“yeah, they went out a few times but ellie said they were better off as friends…its been a while already” she shrugs.

“i see.” you tense up as ellie gets closer. “hey ellie.”

“what's up?” she smiles as she nodded at dina.

“nothing…” you shrug, your lower lip between your teeth and she clicks her tongue, staring you down.

“yeah umm, can we… maybe talk? i mean, i will text you?” she asks in a lower tone, you look around for nothing.

“sure, we can. what about?” dina had leave your side, and you were left alone with her and some strangers next to the wall.

“me. i miss you.” she breathes out and you squint your eyes. “i do. can we please talk?”

“didn't you feel trapped with me? in our relationship?” you scratch your forearm. she takes your hand off it and you look up at her.

“no, i felt trapped but it wasn't you who trapped me. you never limited me. i just wanted to get out a bit, try new things maybe.” you scoff and snap your hand from hers.

“you needed a break from me? to try out new things? like what…? cat?” you sound annoyed by all this now and she's quick to argue.

“no…no, y/n. i thought i did but… i still miss you alright? and cat… i thought could move on to something but i didn't”

“ellie, i'm sorry but… you can still move on. i'm… sorry it didn't work out with cat? but that has nothing to do with me.” you try to call down as she gulps and looks to the side.

“i'm sorry.” she mutters, she sounds embarrassed but she nods. “you're right. i can move on, i don't want to.”

“ellie, this is not the place for this but… yeah we can talk, i can text you.” you sigh and she nods.

“alright, text me when you can.” you nod and leave to find kamala.

you tell her about it and she says ellie is embarrassing herself and you can only say you feel bad but also annoyed by this behavior. you see ellie a few times during the party and you just smile at each other.

you definitely still love ellie, you do wish you had never broken up but it was her who did this and you didn't feel like you could get back together just like that. you'd let her say what she had to say, you respected her, but you didn't think this would end up in rekindling things.

you were dancing with kamala, a little drunk already, when you felt a little hot. you went into the kitchen to grab water. ellie was there, her hand on her forehead.

“hey…” she looks up, recognizing your shoes. she looked a little drunk herself, cheeks flushed. “are you okay?” she saw you stumble.

“yeah i'm fine actually, i have been drinking though, came for a water bottle.” you chuckle and she nods a little as she holds her own head. “who's driving you home?”

“ugh… actually… no one” she chuckles back and shoot her an worried look. “hey, don't worry i'll wait until i sober up a little, i know it was dumb but it's okay.”

“yeah… you better… drink some water maybe.” you walk up to her with another water bottle, she takes it and mumbles a ‘thank you’.

“i feel like the floor's kinda moving.” she looks up to you now.

“you're just light headed. and a lightweight.” you chuckle as you get closer to her.

“yeah right…” she laughs and looks at your lips as you get closer. “you smell nice.” she takes a huge sip out the water and grabs your hand pulling you closer, you let her.

“thank you, you look real good.” your drunken self speaks and she leans on your shoulder, you feel her breath against your neck, making your breath heavier.

“you've such pretty lips.” she mumbles as she lifts her head back up and her lips ghosts against yours. she holds you closer as you hold her arms.

your alcohol breaths fan eachother's lips and faces, you hands fall on her torso and she grabs your hips.

“i wanna kiss you.” you drop your face on the crook of her neck and you sigh. she puts her water bottle down on the marble you were both leaned against only to cup your face, making you face her again.

“you know i'll kiss you back.” and you kiss her, liquor tasting kiss as your tongue pass through her lips.

she moans when you do, holding you so close your leg ends in the middle of hers. you're now running your hand up and down her torso and hip. her arms wrapped around you.

“needed this.” she groans and your grab her hair tightly.

“i need you.” you reply, kissing her deeply. she moans again, her hand finds your thigh and she lifts it.

“have me” she whispers in your ear. she's thrusting her hips as he holds your leg up by your thigh.

you make out feverishly, kisses your neck and you start panting and she grins against your neck. you felt your panties damp.

“bathroom?” you suggest as she starts shamelessly grinding her clothed pussy on your thigh. she nods frantically mumbling ‘please's as she lets go of your thigh and grabs your hand.

she pushes your body with her own, grabbing your waist to turn you around, her crotch against your ass as she walks you to the bathroom.

“don't trip, babe.” she jokes and kisses your neck.

“make sure you don't either, my love.” you giggle and now she's next to you. you look at eachother.

her cheeks are flushed pink and you smile at her, she opens the bathroom door and you get in. she kisses you now, grabbing your ass.

“i want you so bad, y/n. please.” she kisses your neck and you push her back. “what?”

“block the door.” you kiss her as her back hits the door, her hand is running up and down your back and around your hips. “missed you so fucking much.” you nibble her neck and she moans.

“i missed you, this. i need you right now” her hands go up your shirt and she sounds needy as fuck, grinding poorly on your hips. your hands find her stomach. “it's been too fucking long.”

you can feel your clit throb as she talks to you. you suck her earlobe and she grinds even more.

“so eager…” she pinches your nipple when you tease her, you whine out and she kisses you again.

“take this off, babe.” she says, tugging your shirt and you do what she tells you to. she goes in on your tits immediately. “yeah? you like that?” she asks as she nibbles the skin before sucking your nipple.

you moan and whimper holding her hair, she only stops when she feels your fingers tugging her belt.

“let me touch you.” you ask, she quickly unlatches her belt and you unzip her pants.

“i can't do this anymore…” she tilts her head back and you give her what she wants, tugging her jeans down.

you cup her pussy over her boxers and she moans, head hitting your shoulder.

“wet and warm, huh?” you whisper and she starts kissing you again. groping your tits with one hand and the other on your back.

your fingers ghost her slit, but you start caressing her inner thigh and hips, opening her legs. she grunts and starts trying to grind her pussy on your hand, which makes you press her hips against the door.

“stay still, now, alright? i'll get to it… promise.” you mumble, enjoying her body and how eager she was.

she nods, now grabbing your ass and thighs. you kiss her cheek and tug her panties to the side

“good girl” she grunts when your fingers run over her sticky slit. she was soaked in her slick.

you tease her clit and entrance with your fingertips, she moans and tried to grind against you.

“fuck, be quick with it.” she grunts and you frown. “please.” you slide two fingers into her pussy when she pleads. she gasps and grips your hair, taking your lips in a sloppy kiss.

she grinds her clit against your hand as you thrust your fingers in and out at the perfect pace she never stopped thinking about.

“more.” she moans between kisses.

“more what?” you start rubbing her clit with your other hand. “this?” she moans and nods.

“yeah… thanks.” you chuckle as she thanks you, kissing her neck again.

you look up at her eyes closed and cheeks flushed pink, her hands moving from your back to your shoulders. you speed up as you look at her.

you get the vision you wanted, her closed eyes squint, broken pants leave her open lips… you moan at the sight and the feeling of her wet pussy clenching around your fingers and her legs shaking, threatening to close around your hand.

“oh… you feel so good ellie, fuck.” you pinch her clit and she moans louder “yeah, keep those legs open for me.”

she cries out as she nods, her pussy clenching hard when you moan seeing her cry.

“please i'm so close.” she grunts through gritted teeth. “don't stop.”

“relax, you're so tight…” her stomach tenses and she relaxes and you reach deeper. “god…” you moan.

she moans non stop and her legs shake even more as she cums all over your fingers. you fuck her slowly as she comes down from her orgasm, hand leaving her clit.

you're both panting and she holds you by your back as you take your fingers out of her pussy only to look down and see her creamy cum on your fingertips and around her entrance. your pussy throbs at the sight.

you weakly get on your knees, sucking her cum off your fingers to lick the cum on her pussy. she grips your shoulders.

“you're so good to me.” she mumbles as you get up, tugging her boxers and pants up.

[1-800-local-slut]

Can you please do a shiesty mark x reader? It’s okay if not

Of course I can pookielicious! I couldn't take his ass seriously like at all. His mask was goofy asf 😭. But the other thing is he’s more crude than mainstream mark so it creates a fun character to explore. So here’s a fun blurb about sheisty mark and his human girlfriend, where he has no filter at all. Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: swearing, fighting, reader and Mark get into a car accident but no one is hurt, reader has a bad relationship with her mother and basically lives with Mark and Nolan so she's also a bit angry which is why she works well with Mark. Their two different types of anger, he's explosive and she can contain herself but when she's set off it gets really bad. They understand each other :)

Notes: I feel like sheisty Mark's Debbie died in child birth or when he was young. Nolan couldn't fly Mark to Viltrum when he had no powers and couldn't survive in space. Through the show we see Nolan being insensitive to other people (Olga, dude would not get off her neck) and Debbie had to teach him how to interact with people when he first came to Earth. The interactions we see him have with people outside of Mark and Debbie are never positive (I feel like its representative of how he was evil all along and only Mark and Debbie never saw it because in his interactions with others they all see he's either rude or kind of weird, but Debbie and Mark couldn't see that because he's their family member) so Mark would grow up being a little bit more insensitive creating a different dynamic with Mark and Nolan

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Your boyfriend had no filter. It was like that thing that people were born with that tells them, 'maybe I shouldn't say that' just wasn't in his head. Or maybe it was just his parents; his dad seemed to operate pretty much the same. Both just said anything the moment it came into their heads. It didn't matter the situation, if Mark Grayson felt it, he was going to say it.

You and Mark were on line at the store? "Can this bitch in front of us move, what is taking her so long?"

You two were walking in the hallway and there was a group of people going slow in front of you? "MOVE, why is it so hard for you guys to walk?!" Before he's shoving people out of your path and dragging you along while you whisper mortified apologies.

No one can tell him shit either. He's confident in his ability to beat someone's ass even before he got his powers. And you're his girl, so he's confident in your ability to beat someone's ass as well. To date someone so sure of his abilities like Mark Grayson, he'll hold you to his standards of a strong woman. He likes a woman who can stand her ground.

He'll beef with anyone. Man, woman, the elderly, babies and toddlers too, the man does not care. It's worse when his mouth gets you two into a situation.

"What'd you say? My girlfriend and I will beat you and your ugly bitch up." Then you're looking up in confusion, because why do you have to fight some random girl? Couldn't you just record like always?

The worst time was when y'all got into a car accident. The entire left side of your car smashed because the other couple driving thought road head would be a good idea. And Mark was NOT pleased when he had to get out of the car to handle the situation.

Now, you were already mad enough. You just paid your fucking insurance, and your car was already a piece of shit that you did the best you could to keep looking and running nice. You pleaded with him to try to handle the situation without violence, you were upset enough already but he lost it pretty fast when YOU got blamed.

"She wasn't even driving, I was driving!" Mark argued while you sobbed on the curb, on the phone with your insurance company.

"Then maybe YOU," The man jabbed his finger into Mark's chest and Mark looked at his own chest in disbelief where he just got touched. "Should be a better driver."

"Don't touch me." Mark bit out. In his head, he recalled how you woke from your sleep the moment you felt your car spinning out of control and pleaded with him not to go crazy. But the moment your head slammed into the window, startling you out of your sleep, he was ready to kill someone. This was just strike two.

"Listen homie, you and your girl are some little kids. Don't try to fight adults, get on up out of here." The man scoffed, and his girlfriend hid behind him like the weak bitch she was. They ruined your car; no way they thought they were getting away with this?

"And go where? You wrecked my car; I need your insurance information 'homie'." You seethed, rising from the curb. Your blood boiled the minute you saw him touch your man. So, this guy crashed into your car in the middle of the day AND had the nerve to try to scare your boyfriend AND touch him? And his dumb, dick gobbling, slut of a girlfriend just stood there looking stupid?

"Well, we can't help you because your boyfriend can't drive." Oh, now she pipes up to pop her shit at you. At least you all seemed to be evenly matched. She was a few inches shorter, maybe a few pounds lighter than you. The man was just the same height as Mark, but his muscles looked less defined than Mark's. You two could win this.

You stepped in front of Mark, the woman stepped out from behind her car and was now standing closer but not close enough for you to just slap her.

It was like you were possessed. You were suddenly filled with rage, the rage that got you into fights at school, the rage that got you in ISS with Mark which is what led to your long relationship. "Girl, I'm NOT standing out here and arguing with your hoe ass! Give me your insurance or we beat the fuck of y'all and rob you." Your knuckles slapped your palm, you illustrated with your fingers and hands as you emphasized that you were never above fighting. Sure, Mark was more likely to get into a fight but that didn't mean there was no fight inside of you.

"AND WILL!" Mark instigated from behind you, using one of the terms he's picked up from you over the past year of dating.

Wind blew through the empty street, a few people had come outside when they heard you losing your mind, and the tension was thick. This feeling was familiar- the blood pumping in your chest so hard it had you almost out of breath, your eyes could only focus on the target in front of you, you stood straighter, prepared for anything.

And Mark was right behind you- just waiting. Waiting to jump in, throw the first hit, record you beating this bitch up, anything. He waited patiently.

She said nothing, you extended your head tilting your ear towards her.

"NOTHING? Nothing to say? You wrecked my car and had the audacity to try to come for my man, I'm gonna beat the fuck out of you."

"Broke ass bitches." Mark adlibbed shaking his head behind you in mockery of the other couple.

"Shut the fuck up!"

"COME DO SOMETHING THEN!" Mark bellowed, pulling up his pants and preparing to deliver a beat down. The bald brokie made his way to your handsome, supportive boyfriend who had a head full of beautiful hair.

Then the cops pulled up. It was like a scene from a movie. The next thing you knew, you were being collected from the police station by Nolan and Mark was silent.

As you two drove home, Nolan grumbled about the audacity of people. Mark kept his gaze on the window, watching the setting Sun blanket the neighborhood in a beautiful array of colors. His mouth stayed pressed into a firm line, and you could see something in the reflection of his eyes.

Across the cool leather seats, you clasped Mark's hand in yours and he snapped into reality.

'Are you okay?' You mouthed to which he nodded. Then he stopped mid nod before he frowned deeply with his brows furrowing. The nod turned into a shake of the head no.

Was it you losing your cool that made him feel so bad? It wasn't helpful but you saved up for your own car and everything only to have it damaged almost beyond repair in a moment. He pulled his hand out from under yours, before hesitating to give it a soft pat to reassure you.

It was after hours of concern Mark was able to let you in. You got back to Mark and Nolan's house, took a shower, Nolan ordered Chinese food before he got a call from his publisher and stormed out in a rage. All through dinner, you and Mark ate in silence. You in a pair of Mark's boxers and a sweater of his with your bonnet tied in a cute bow on the front of your head, Mark in plaid pajama pants with no shirt sat across from you slowly eating an egg roll.

After a moment of pure silence, you were unable to bare the silence and spoke up.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing."

"Fine."

You ate another piece of chicken before Mark cleared his throat. The silence now uncomfortable as you left Mark alone in his thoughts. Over time you learned sometimes it was best to leave Mark alone. He chewed; eyes filled with thoughts unknown to you.

Just like that, you sat in the empty house with your boyfriend eating in pure silence. The only noise that filled the kitchen was the crunch of you two eating together. He dropped his fork and pinched the bridge of his nose, posture exuding irritation and stress.

"I didn't mean to fuck up your car."

"You didn't fuck up my car. That hoe and her bald ass boyfriend destroyed my car." You reached across the table and placed your hand on top of his comfortingly.

"The insurance said that the accident wouldn't be covered because I was driving. You and I both know your mom is not helping you with this. You can't drive anymore."

Another thing you knew about Mark was that he cared. He cared deeply when it was someone he loved. He takes on your stresses, victories, losses, anger and joy, he takes it on as if it was his. When you failed your algebra final, he took that loss with you and studied all night. He studied with you while he drove you to school that morning, and when you passed and announced you'd be graduating with him he jumped for joy with you.

Mark hates your mom more than you hate your mom and you REALLY hate your mom. It's why he lets you practically live with him even when it was hard to adjust to having to share his bedroom with another person so suddenly. He cares. He cares so much he even punched your mother's boyfriend in the face for you over dinner.

You work for every bit of money you have. Your clothing, your hair appointments, your nails, your car. Oh God, you worked so hard for your car.

Mark buys you whatever he can. He doesn't ever let you pay for things. Not dinner, lunch, not even a bottle of water. But it doesn't change the fact that you know he partially does it because there's no one else who will take care of you.

No matter how much you try to tell him you don't need anyone to take care of you, you can't deny the warm feeling it gives you knowing Mark has your back come Hell or highwater. And you also know he's been stressing about car as much as you've been.

You placed down your fork with a sigh and shook your shoulders.

"Baby. I love you-." You began and Mark looked up from the table instantly when you moved your hand.

"I love you too but-!" He interrupted before you put a finger to your lips, and he went quiet. You rose to your feet and went round the table. He pushed his chair back, letting you sit on his lap, and he leaned into your touch. You stroked through his dark hair. He closed his tired eyes with a sigh and wrapped his hands around your lap. The feeling of his muscled thighs under your soft ones generated a warmth between your bodies and in your heart.

After settling into the comforting silence of cuddling together, you spoke.

"The car is wrecked. There's nothing we can do about it now. When your powers come in then we can fly, and we never have to worry about driving again! But at the same time baby, you stood by my side when things got hard. I appreciate you for having my back and worrying about the car with me. But this is my burden to bear."

"I'm your man. I shouldn't be adding to your burdens; I should be helping you get rid of them." His head rested on your breast, and his sad eyes gazed into yours.

"And you always do. Things happen. It's not your fault that we got in that accident. If I was awake and drove while exhausted, I would've crashed the car. There was nothing we could've done. You and I know we can't control other people or what they do, we can control how we react. While we didn't get to do what we wanted, you still had my back. That's all that matters, because when all is said and done what matters is that we always have each other's backs." Pressing a soothing kiss to his forehead while you rubbed a finger over his cheek, you got to see him smile under the feeling of your touch.

"And you do have my back, don't you?" You smiled gently, cupping his face and raising it to look at you. You nuzzled your forehead against his and watched a warm blush fill his cheeks.

"Wellllll..."

"Alright." You playfully shook his head before he giggled while you got up from his lap in mock offence.

"I'm fucking with you! You know I do." Then he pulled you around in his lap and dipped you backwards before planting a loving kiss to your lips.

Yes, your boyfriend was a little crazy. He had no filter, sooner handles things with his fist before his words, and runs his mouth off no matter the situation. But he was there for you when the going got hard, just like you were there for him.

And that's all that mattered.

[pixiesfz]

I know it’s not the normal thing you write so if you don’t want to then that’s fine! But I’d love a platonic lionesses fic (or just Lucy if you’d prefer) when r is the youngest player on the team and they’re all a bit overprotective of her

love this idea of a young teen lioness!!

plot: y/n's partner breaks up with y/n right before camp

warning: them pronouns are used for partner, and crying, I'm not sure what you should call a warning (also if anyone thinks they wouldn't cry like a bitch when they get broken up with is like wrong)

You stared at your phone as your tears dropped down on the text message that now clouded your brain.

You were sixteen you shouldn't expect your first relationship to be your one and only.

But you loved them.

You read the message again.

'It's really not working y/n'

'I think it's best if we break up'

'I can't deal with this anymore'

You wiped away the tears on your face. Long distance was hard and you were leaving every now and then for your soccer career, you thought they would supported you and they did at first.

Then you stopped ringing each other every night, you were sometimes late to their messages because of training and you even saw on your other friends stories of them at parties talking to other girls.

You tried to convince yourself it wasn't going to happen.

But now it has.

The doorbell went off causing you to jump and drop your phone on the floor "fuck, shit fuck" you grunted out as it hit your foot.

You remembered that Ella and Alessia had decided to pick you up to drive you to camp that day.

You quickly wiped the tears off your face and took a deep breath as the doorbell rang again and Ella's voice could be heard.

"Y/N! for god sakes are you deaf!"

It almost brought a smile to your face before you grabbed your suitcase and walked out of your room and to the front door and opened it.

Alessia was about to ring the doorbell again until you opened the door. "Finally" Ella yelled as you looked down and played with your air pod case.

"I uhm- yeah sorry I was on a call with mum" you said with a soft voice as you were already walking towards the car trying not to make eye contact with any of the girls who thankfully didn't think anything of it.

You were quiet the whole ride which weirded the two girls out usually, you would be talking their ears off and you would all sing along to some Disney song.

Even when you had arrived you quickly hurried off with a quick 'thanks' and went to get changed.

"Somethings off" Alessia said once you were out of earshot "no shit sherlock" Ella replied before they ushered over to Lucy and Keira who had also just arrived.

"Why's the little one running?" Lucy asked as she watched you with furrowed brows "somethings up she didn't talk the entire ride" Alessia explained and Keira's mouth dropped "your kidding" she said and then looked at the doors you had just walked through with worry.

You were in the rooms tying up your shoes when Leah and Beth walked in "hey chicken" Beth smiled and you nodded "Hey Beth" you relied softly, still with your head between your legs.

Leah looked at you weirdly before they walked through the rooms again and collected everyone to start training.

You weren't doing well, even when you first walked onto the pitch you looked into the empty stands where you once ran up to see your ex and hug them after a game-winning goal.

You opted to tell someone but you shook it off, you were just sixteen relationships aren't important and they definitely wouldn't care about it much.

But the more you battled your brain about it the more you kept on stuffing up weather it was a dribble, a tackle or a shot at goal.

It was Mary who noticed first "y/n you good?" she asked as you missed another shot "yeah" you replied as you fought away the tears that tried to slip out just by the goalkeeper asking about your feelings.

She nodded before looking at Leah who shot her brows at her.

You kept on trying to kick some goals and missing or taking easy shots and Mary caught them with ease. You knew what was wrong but you didn't think it would impact your playing skills.

It frustrated you and all the girls were sharing looks about your 'skills'.

When training finished you stayed on the pitch and watched as they all went in, leaving you alone.

You grabbed a ball harshly from the sideline and took it to the penalty line and kicked it.

miss.

kicked it again,

miss.

then again,

post.

You were growing so frustrated as tears now ran down your cheeks and you swore loudly at yourself. You walked up to the ball one more time to grab it but your hand stopped once you reached it as you thought about the texts once more this morning and you let out a choked sob.

You hadn't given yourself time to really cry yet and now it finally caught up to you.

You didn't know that some of the team hadn't left yet as they were worried about you but watched from the top.

"She was funny before training" Alessia explained to Leah who had her hands crossed whilst she watched you try and kick penalties "She didn't look at me at all when I said hi" Beth piped up and Leah tilted her head "She never misses" she muttered.

Lucy noticed the frustration growing on your face "Do you think something happened at home?" she wondered quietly before the girls looked back at her and took it in.

You weren't aware of their eyes on you as you dropped to the floor with the ball and kicked it as hard as you could near the goals which hit the net.

"fuck off" you cried out with your annoyance at the accidental goal and you rolled up your long sleeve to your palms and put them to your face which you cried into.

It wasn't anyone's fault it didn't work out, you tried to tell yourself but you didn't believe it.

You left to pursue soccer, you left them behind.

They were your first love and you're the reason they left.

You were too focused on your own thoughts to hear Lucy running over to you and you were too tired to pry away her arms which were picking you up.

"y/n/n" she said as she turned you around but you found yourself hugging the older girl in comfort. Keira came in next her heart dropping at the sight of you hugging Lucy in tears.

"Y/n what's wrong?" Lucy asked softly as she looked down at you, you sniffed and looked up "they broke up with me this morning" you said and watched Lucy's reaction.

She breathed in before hugging you tighter "it's going to be fine y/n, you'll get through this" she said before Keira beckoned the other girls to come over "we will help you get through this" she said before nodding her head at the girls which were now on the pitch walking towards you.

You let go of Lucy to look at the Lionesses who where worried about you.

"I'm sorry I was shit today at training" you apologized to Leah who scoffed "Oh shut up we only care about if you're okay" she told you and hugged you as well.

"I do have one question though" Lucy said from behind you "what?" you asked

"Can I find them and beat them up?"

"Lucy!" Keira said and smacked her arm which you laughed at.

"Thanks, guys," you said with a smile that wasn't fake, you couldn't believe you lucked out with a team like this.

[hyuuukais]

-`♡´ - APARTMENT 143

pairing -> lee minho x fem reader

synopsis -> after a bad breakup, y/n needs to find a new place to live. although she's grateful for her best friend, up-and-coming model hwang hyunjin, for letting her stay at his, she can't keep living with him and his model roommates. so when an opening for somewhere nearby with cheap rent opens up, she jumps on it, despite knowing next to nothing about the 3 other tenants, only that one owns 3 cats. the three quickly learn of her breakup, determined to help get her back on her feet. but what happens when one of them begins to develop feelings?

warnings -> gen, y/n talks abt being compared to her sister, family tension, food/eating mention, lowkey survivors guilt going on

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CHAPTER FIFTEEN -> LIKE IT USED TO BE (partially written, wc: 898)

"Oh good, you're not dead yet," Han speaks a bit loudly into the phone and you move it away from your face slightly.

The bright screen has your eyes straining in the otherwise dark room, tucked under a plush comforter from your childhood. It's amazing it's still in good condition considering how old it is, but your bed squeaks under you to remind you of the age of this room full of old memories. On the night stand next to you is a framed photo of you with your family, your mom and dad standing behind you and another little girl, slightly taller than you; your sister. You lean over and put the frame face down.

"Still alive, barely," you reply with a sigh. "Why'd you assume I'm having a bad time?"

"Let me think," he puts a finger to his bottom lip in fake concentration. "'How am I supposed to last four more days'... doesn't exactly sound like someone having a good time."

"You caught me, but I swear it's nothing." A lie. "Nothing interesting." A truth; is your family drama really worth talking about? "How's the apartment?"

"Fine. We've started to try and befriend the guy down the hall, Seungmin? Maybe you've run into him?" You shake your head. "Minho seems to get along with him the best. I think it's because they both act unwelcoming to strangers."

This makes you snort. The two of you continue to talk and laugh, the cats making an appearance at one point with Minho, who gives you a short wave, and you don't realize how late it's getting until your eyes catch the time briefly; 3:08AM. Shit. How loud have you been? You freeze when you hear a door open, muting Jisung on the other end and flipping your phone over. Your door opens.

"What are you doing up so late? Don't you know what time it is?" Your sister groans. "And you're being kind of loud, mind keeping it down a bit? Who're you even talking to?"

"No one," you say too quickly, internally cringing at yourself. "Sorry. I'm going to bed soon."

"You're lucky it was me and not mom who walked in here," she says with a sort of laugh. "She would have screamed her head off and taken your phone, despite being an adult now."

You sit up. "Yeah."

"She really fucked us up a bit, huh?" She sits next to you hesitantly when you don't reply. "Maybe we'd be closer now."

"Hyo-"

"I'm sorry," she stands suddenly. "I shouldn't be saying all this. Forget this, please." Your older sister stands in the doorway, eyes pleading. "Don't mention this to anyone, okay?"

"Okay," you whisper, knowing damn well Jisung heard every word.

As you listen to her footsteps fade, you learn to breath again, flipping your phone back over and unmuting Han. When he notices you're back, he says nothing, fiddling with the string on the hoodie he wears.

"You-"

"It's okay-" You speak at the same time and laugh, breaking the newfound tension. He continues. "It's okay if you don't want to talk about it, but I guess this is what you meant by complicated?"

You pout, eyes beginning to sting. When you speak, your voice breaks a little. "Yeah, I mean, it's hard, you know? All my life I've been compared to Hyo by my mother and teachers and even my friends. Like, I have to be her instead of myself, and she never once stepped in to protect me from all that like a big sister is supposed to. Never heard her stand up for me when it was happening right in front of her, no moment of 'hey, let my little sister be who she wants, you already have one of me'. I feel like I can't talk to her anymore. I'm rambling, sorry."

"No, it's okay," Han reassures you.

"We used to be close when we were young," you speak into the space he's left you. "Then as we got older, we drifted. We're only a few years apart, but she always acted so much better than me once we hit a certain age. She said hurtful things to me a lot, and I'm sure I said equally awful things back." A tear falls onto your blanket and you sniff, looking up to your ceiling where a poster of a boy band is pinned to prevent more from falling. "I want my sister back, but... I think there's too much pain."

"Oh Y/nnie," Han gives you a sad look. "I wish I could hug you right now."

"I'm just saying stupid stuff now, I should sleep." You've overshared and want out of this conversation ASAP. "Goodnight Han, sleep well."

He's about to protest when you hang up, moving your phone next to the frame to charge. For a while you lay there, staring at your ceiling with a heavy weight on your chest. You've never fully talked to someone about the way your upbringing made you feel or the way it still affects you. There's still a scared little girl inside of you, shying away from hands that want to hold you, comfort you. Because what if it's all a lie? What if they all leave you, like Hwa? Or like... like him?

You glance over to the frame again, not having it in you to flip it back up.

notes -> me vs y/ns mother rn- who do we think this "him" is referring to? and what happened? will hyunjin and y/n make up?

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[be-ready-when-i-say-go]

Roll for Initiative--Part 3

Joe’s managed to keep the lock down about his limited knowledge on Dungeons & Dragons. He won’t say he learned about it because of you.

It only takes one text message though for the truth to start to unravel. If slaying dragons and BBEGs isn’t the place to confess feelings, where is?

Joe Burrow x Black Reader.

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It's cancer.

Joe stares at the text message, heart pounding against his ribs. He's not sure what to say in response to this. What do people say when their friend's find out their mother's are dealing with cancer? Should he apologize? Does he offer to be there? All those things are in fact true, but still his fingers remain frozen.

"Man, that shit sounds like it's for the birds," Ja'Marr returns. "But that twist sounds good as hell though. Wish I could've seen it."

They caught it early. She's got a good team of doctors  and she won't have to do chemo, at the very least. Just will have to have the whole thyroid removed and start meds.

"Joe, are you even listening to me? Am I just talking to walls now?"

"It's cancer." Those are the only words Joe can think to get out. He wishes he could say it better or actually respond to Ja'Marr's humor. But Joe has nothing. He falls back against his couch cushions staring down at the phone screen.

"Shit, man, I'm sorry to hear that."

Ja'Marr knows about your mother, only because of Joe and Joe knows that he probably shouldn't have said anything. But he had to tell someone, lest it eat him alive too.

"Yeah," Joe returns because he's sorry to hear that too. He wishes it was anything else but this. "Just-one second," he finally looks up to Ja'Marr who only nods and then pushes up from the couch, ducking into the hallway that leads further into the house. The line rings once, then twice, and a third time in Joe's ear before the call connects.

"Hey, Joe."

"I'm sorry to hear about your mom," he offers first to your greeting. "I just wanted to hear your voice, see how you were doing, which I'm sure is not great. But still."

"I appreciate it, Joe."

"If there's anything you need from me, please let me know. I'll water your plants, cook you dinner, whatever."

Your snorted laughter is short, but a relief to hear. "You mean have your chef make me something."

Joe scoffs at the idea. "No, I mean with my own two hands. And my air fryer."

"I want lemon pepper wings then.”

Joe snorts at the tease. “You and those wings. But sure.”

Your breathing echoes on the other side of the receiver. And he’s not sure if you have something else to say, or if you’re still wrapped up in work, but he waits. He’d freeze time if he could for you. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel,” you finally confess. The earlier levity is withering now. 

“I don’t think there’s any one way to feel. It’s okay to feel all sorts of things. But just know, it’s all going to work out.” 

Joe doesn’t know if that’s true but he wants it to be true. He wants you and your mom to be okay. She’s the only parent you have access to. You don’t talk much about your dad—though, Joe’s gotten pieces. Your aunt, on your dad’s side, was caught up with drug dealers. Your dad was maybe trying to get his sister out, or maybe he was already dealing. That part is fuzzy to Joe. Though, it doesn’t really matter. The raid found federal weight and with your dad’s priors, the maximum sentence was given. Leaving you here, fifteen years laters without him while your mother fights cancer.

“I hope so. I really do. But one step at a time,” you return. 

“Like the surgery. And your wings,” Joe offers. 

Your laughter is soft. “Yes, exactly like that. Look, I gotta get back. I stepped out to take your call. But I can call you after I leave the office. That okay?”

“Of course it is. I’ll be here.” 

“Thanks. Talk to you later.”

The call ends—the two beeps on Joe’s ear that lets him know it’s done. He pushes the few strands flopping against his forehead back, exhaling. It’s cancer. The text message haunts him because he knows this is going to eat you alive. Even when—because Joe’s not going to think otherwise—your mother comes out on the other side, it won’t be without a few chips in yourself. 

There’s a wet echoing, the smack of lips and then your name, followed by his. More smacks echo. “Oh, Joe,” Ja’Marr teases, his voice pitched to sound like yours. 

“Shut the fuck up,” Joe bellows even though there’s only mere feet between them. 

Ja’Marr laughs, a cackling sound that cuts over the TV’s commercial. “You’ve had a crush for how long?”

Joe doesn’t answer as he walks back to the living room. Not verbally. But he’s liked you for a while. Since you gave him your Art History notes. At the time, you were dating someone. And then he dated someone. And two of you danced around each other for years like this, where one of you  was in a relationship while the other was single or, at times, both of you dating other people, until now. Back in 2022, you broke up with a long term partner for 2 years and Joe was not going to rush that. 

But now, a little over two years later, perhaps, Joe could make a move. It still feels wrong though. Like maybe he’s reading all the signs wrong. Or maybe it’s just Joe’s own worry. It feels especially wrong now with the news of your mother.  

“You done?” Joe asks, settling back into his cushions. 

“Nah, matter fact, I think I’m just getting start,” Ja’Marr teases, but he settles deeper into the cushions instead with silence falling between them for a beat, then two. “Shit’s fucked though. That their moms’ got cancer. If they need anything, just let me know.”

“Thanks. If there’s anything, I’ll definitely pass it along.”

“So about this D&D shit or whatever, do you know what happened next? Like after it was revealed that they were the deity and took the demon boy?”

Joe grins as he looks over. “I thought this shit was for the birds.”

Ja’Marr sucks his teeth, knowing exactly what Joe’s trying to get at. “I mean, it is. But that’s the kind of twist in a movie or something. Sounds good as hell and I’m invested now.”

“No update just yet. But once I know, you’ll know.”

“Bet.”

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It’s a four hour drive, long enough that it messes with your nerves even more. But short enough you’re glad that the two of you can do it in one shot. You tell yourself that it’ll all work out because it has to. You need your mom. She’s said everything will be okay; Joe has too. Everyone else has optimism and all you have is worry. A sinking feeling in your gut about what comes next. Yet, you still prepare yourself--double and tripping checking your duffle bag. 

With the surgery call time being early, you and your mother have plans to make the trip the day before, enjoy some of the Cleveland sights and then retire early in the evening for her procedure the next day. Joe agreed to be on standby, the closest person you have in case of an emergency outside of your mother. Your half siblings all live out of state--children of your dad by his first wife. Your mother being his second. Though you all aren’t terribly close, you know you could call them and they would do what they could to help. Family reunions are easy, relatively speaking. There’s no bad blood. Just the unforgiving thickness of distance. Your half sister is ten years older than you, your half brother is five years older. A kind of gap that wouldn’t have mattered if the three of you all grew up together, but you didn’t. So the distance remains. 

It’s fillable though. There are still people that you can rely on and you’re thankful for them. Joe especially, when he asked over text if you were busy before he called and called immediately after you told him you were panicking as you packed, afraid you’d forget something vital. 

“Toothpaste?” Joe rattles off. 

You hold it up in view of the phone’s front facing camera. “Check.”

“Toothbrush.”

“Check.”

“PJ’s?”

“Two pairs,” you return. 

“Chargers?”

“In my backpack.”

“Socks and underwear?”

“Got enough for a full two weeks, which I know is overkill and I have a few sports bras to last too.”

“Good. Hopefully, like the surgeons said around the day 5 post op mark, your mom’s at a good point for the drive back. You’ve got your clothes for a few days. Does the hotel have laundry just in case you’re staying longer?”

You nod at his question. “Yes, it’s free, I think the hotel is attached to the hospital.”

“Do you have shower shoes?”

“Yep. I have the sneakers I’m driving in. Shower shoes, and then a pair of slides to get around in the hotel.” You’ll be living in sweats and old well worn and faded t-shirts for the next few days, so it doesn’t matter a lot what the shoes look like and don’t look like.

“Perfect. And your hair care? That’s all packed up too?”

The question shouldn’t make your chest warm. But it does and when you look up, Joe’s leaning over his phone. You think he might be reaching for something in one of his cabinets. But you can’t tell for certain. Though, he’s moved on, clearly unphased by the question unlike you. “I’ve got it all out on the counter so I use what I need, I can throw it into the case and toss it into my bag.”

“Good. Don’t forget a book or something for you to read while you’re waiting and while she’s recovering from the anesthesia.”

You lift your e-reader up. “I am fully prepared.”

“Good. Do you have a portable power bank?”

Your nod over to the dresser emphasizes your point, “It’s charging now.”

Joe hums, eyes lifted up and away, briefly before landing back on you. “I can’t think of anything else that you might need. Oh, wait, you got the travel pillows right? For your mom?”

“Yes. And I’ve washed the coverings so they’re clean for her too. I think I’m going to wait until we get there to grab snacks and extra wound coverings. I’m not sure if they’re going to glue the incisions up or not. But I also don’t feel like lugging that and all my other bags too.”

“Nah, it makes sense. You’ll have the time tomorrow to grab extra stuff too. Do you have lotion? Since I know you refuse to be ashy.”

“My travel bottles were one of the first things I packed.”

“You have your health insurance cards, right? And the legal papers for your mom?”

“She’s bringing her will; the hospital requires it. I have all my cards in my wallet. I’m filling up my tank first thing in the morning. I checked the tire pressure. Oil was changed last week, battery, brakes, and everything have all been checked.”

Joe cracks a smile, lifting the mug up now and you think perhaps his earlier shuffling was him fixing the drink. “Looks like you didn’t even need me to call”

But you did. You absolutely did need to call Joe because the last week and a half as you prepared for this, you’ve felt the little threads unraveling. How are you going to keep it together? And it’s your mother sick. It’s her going under the knife, but your mother’s always been put together. She’s always handled life with the kind of grace you can only pray to have one day. 

“I appreciate you calling though. More than I can say right now.”

“Any time.”

The knock at your door echoes and you look up. The wall clock in your bedroom reads 7--on the dot. “That’s my mom. Thanks again for helping. I’ll let you know once we get on the road tomorrow okay?”

“Yeah, sounds good. Drive safe.”

“We will.”

The evening’s full of pizza and the cackle of your mother’s laughter. She snorts, hands clapping as the two of you recount the stories from your childhood, the time you had friends over who accidentally drank the diet cokes she kept in the back of the fridge--the last ones at that too. How pissed she’d been, so much so that she had to excuse herself back to her bedroom when she saw the can sitting on the counter, cracked open. She hadn’t wanted to lose her temper with you or your friends, but it was clear when she silently turned back down the hallway that she’d been absolutely heated at the loss of her favorite drink. 

“I swear I thought I could spit fire. I was so hot,” she teases, wiping at the corner of her eyes. “It’d been a long day at the school and I wanted nothing more than that ice cold Coke. Oh, boy.”

“No, you looked like you could spit fire. I don’t think we wanted to make another noise the entire night outside of going to the bathroom.”

“It was sweet when I saw a bottle in the fridge the next day after y’all got back from the movies. But yeah, I remember. Oh boy, do I remember.”

The trips down memory lane or nice, a dance of laughter until the pizza box lies on the table with the carcass of crusts and stuck cheese on the box. The cans still fizzle with their carbonation but the silence falls in a wave, the crash of a sniffle or the TV cuts through before more silence bleeds. 

“I called your dad and told him.” The confession comes softly, a whispered sentence that nearly doesn’t sound like the words it carries from your mother.

“How’d he take it?” You haven’t called him in a couple months, mostly trying to keep it together for the sake of your mother. The second you called him it’d feel too real. 

“Bad. His lawyers keep trying to get him out on probation but no judge’s willing to hear them out because of the priors. They’ll keep trying. But that’s one of the hardest calls I’ve had to make in a while.”

“I still can’t believe it though. How he got caught up.” It’s not lost on you that your dad was affiliated, that he’d been pushing weight for the majority of your younger childhood years—up until he got the final nail in the coffin. But he’d been trying to keep his sister out of it, knowing just how bad it was going to get. Yet, it hadn’t mattered--all his good deeds punished just like all his bad ones. 

Your mother’s hummed response is soft, “We all make choices. That’s what life is at the end of the day, a lot of choices.”

That much you know, that every step would cause a chain, but it still hurts to know that even though he’d been trying to do some good, it still wasn’t enough. And now tenfold, it must feel like more punishment that he can’t be here, for your mother, for you. 

“I added some money to his commissary. And the phone,” you reply. 

“He told me.”

You don’t tell her that you have an auto withdrawal to a savings account that you push to his books once a month. You can’t add a ton, still working to pay off your student debt. But the work at the front desk of the dental office is good money.  So, you do what you can for him, like you know he’d do for you if he were still here. 

“You worried at all?” you ask, slipping your head down onto her shoulder. You can’t put it into words that you’re nervous. Because what good would that do in a situation like this. 

“A little, but at the end of the day, it is what it is. Can’t change it now.”

That night, as your mother sleeps next to you in your bed, a need to soothe the kid inside of yourself to make sure she actually sleeps well tonight, you pray to a God you haven’t talked to in a while that it all goes well. 

You pray again after your mom’s wheeled back. You held her hand like a lifeline. Praying that it all goes well, that the surgery is smoother than you anticipated. It’s not a terribly long surgery. But still, you know that even the estimated time frame can’t account for the unexpected. You can still feel the press of her bones against yours even as you text Joe, They just wheeled her back. 

Burrowed: She’s in good hands. Call me literally whenever you need. 

The first hour is manageable. You read on your screen, and the pages hold you well in company. You even find that in the midst of the nagging fear that the story carries you away. But just above you you can see the TV holding all the surgery case numbers and where they are. 

That TV is your undoing; you watch it for every minute of a 30 minute span. Unlike a good show, or a football game to watch, there’s no time outs. No commercial breaks. Just the unblinking number of your mother’s case number. Showing she’s still in surgery. 

You push up from the seats, grab the backpack with her clothes and yours and head outside. Maybe fresh air will do you good. Maybe it’ll make the minutes pass faster. The security officer nods at you as you pass—the same one that greeted you upon your arrival. 

“Don’t forget to eat something.” He’s an older black man—the security officer. “I’ll keep an eye on her.” His voice is sincere, a little shaky with age but he holds you so gently that you can only nod as the tears start. 

What a miracle it is to be seen and understood with so few words. 

The Cleveland morning is crisp but you hold the cold air into your lungs and let it shock your skin. God, just let her be okay. 

You settle onto a nearby bench and look out into the parking lot. There’s more cars here than when you and your mother arrived. Nurses and doctors walk past you—and life happens all the time all at once, the kind of strangeness of how much time feels suspended and fast moving all at once. 

“You’ll catch a cold like that.” 

You know that voice anywhere. The deep timbre and slow calculated space between words. Like Joe’s always thinking harder about what to say than he should. “What?” The word falls from you but you’re up off the bench and starting towards him without thought. 

The sunglasses on his face and the hood he has pulled up over the honey brown hair don’t stop you from recognizing Joe, not in the slightest. It’s probably embarrassing to admit: you could spot him anywhere in a crowd, would know him without your sight, probably even without touch too, or smell. 

“I wasn’t going to let you sit here alone,” Joe answers as he pulls you into a tight hug. The bag rustles off his right hand and the smell of coffee, bagels, and something sweeter hits your nose. 

The sweatshirt covering his chest is soft and Joe is solid beneath your hold. Another kind of lifeline. You’re hugging much too long. You know that but Joe never rushes you, instead Joe soothes a hand over your back for a moment. “It’s all going to be okay,” he whispers against your scalp.

“Thank you,” you return after you’ve pulled away from him. 

You know it’s a 4 hour drive. You know Joe could be doing anything else. He could be anywhere else. But he’s here. To be seen and understood with no words. 

“You’re welcome. Now where’s your jacket? Your mother will whoop my ass if she ever finds out I let you sit out here with nothing on your arms.” 

The shuffle is rather swift back to the bench so you are able to pull the jacket from the top of the backpack. Once your jacket is zipped, Joe hands over the steaming cup from the tray. “How’s it been so far?” 

“Boring. Rather nerve wracking if I’m honest.” 

“Boring is good here. We want boring and routine right now. In the meantime, I have an egg and cheese bagel and three glazed donuts to share too. I don’t know if you’ve actually eaten yet or not.”

“I haven’t. No.” Your stomach was much too rocky for anything solid at one point. But the smell of the bagel makes your stomach rumble. Eating would give you something to do other than wait.

“Well, you need some protein and I know no one loves a slightly cold donut but eat the bagel first, please.” 

The coffee is still hot on your tongue. Not so hot, you can’t drink. But hot enough you know you could be risking your tastebuds. You can imagine given the plethora of coffee shops on the way that he stopped by one before getting here. “You sound like such a dad, you know? When you say stuff like that.”

“I learned it from the best. Here,” Joe offers up one of the two bagels from the bag. 

The two of you settle back onto the bench, the bagel and coffee do help--they give you something else to focus on. You chew slowly, trying to find a reason to drag out the task so that it takes longer, so that time doesn’t feel like it’s taunting you. 

Joe is quiet next to you, relaxed though as he reclines back, into the cold metal. The food rests inside the bag on the bench, a small few inch gap between the two of you. “How long is the surgery supposed to take?” Joe questions around his sip of coffee breaking the cycle of crackling paper as you work more and more of the bagel down. 

“Three hours max, I was told.”

His hand is warm, even in the cold, on your knee. “I hope you’re okay with being stuck with me for the next two hours then.”

“No one else I’d rather be stuck with.”

You polish the bagel off in another two bites and the second, you get it down, a simple glazed donut is extended out to your resting every so gently on a brown napkin. An offering even in the cold Cleveland morning. Joe’s smile is soft and you think if you could see his eyes, he’d have the crinkled skin next to his eyes at how he smiles, just the faintest hint of his teeth showing. “Hungry, huh?”

“I was fasting in solidarity.” But you know it’s a lie. A nervous stomach is a blessing and a curse. 

“Sure you were. If I had known that, I would’ve gotten half a dozen.”

“Oh, that’s too many,” you laugh before you take a sip of your coffee. The glaze of the donut crumples around your bite-the chaser to the bitter beans. 

“I don’t know the way you’re destroying that donut says otherwise.”

With the final bites of the sugary confection consumed, you flip Joe off. He only laughs in exchange before placing the trash into the metal bin next to him. The only remnants of his breakfast offering are the cups of coffee and a singular donut in the box. 

“How many people are allowed in?” Joe asks, nodding towards the doors. 

You know the policy is only you, considering when the hospital called to confirmed with your mother about how many people were waiting with her, she only said you. But you’re not about to let Joe go, now that he’s here you think about all those loose threads that would just come undone again. 

“I’m willing to risk it if you are.” You hope that older security guard is still there at his post. 

“I don’t want to get you in trouble. I have a room a couple blocks away and I can always find something to do until she can accept visitors.”

“You-you have a room?”

Joe nods. “Three nights, just in case you needed an extra set of hands. I do have to fly out for an event on Thursday, or else I’d stay until your mom’s cleared to go back to Cincinnati.”

“And were you ever going to tell me?”

“When I showed up today. So, yes.”

You slip the straps of your backpack onto your shoulders, collected the box and your coffee before nodding for Joe to follow. “My nose is going to freeze off.”

“Seriously, if it’s just you, I’ll go find something and you can just--”

The words to his sentence don’t ever get the chance to finish crossing his lips. You balance your coffee cup on the box and pull him up off the bench, fingers now laced together as you start towards the automatic doors. 

The security officer raises a brow at you when you enter with Joe behind you. But you thank the heavens for the 3rd donut. You can feel the reprimand wafting off the older man’s face. No words need to be exchanged. “What if I said he’s my husband?” you suggest, not wanting to play your entire hand. 

His lips press together in his disappointment until you crack open the box and reveal the last remaining glazed donut. “Well, it’s a good thing that’s your husband. But I must admit, Mr. Burrow, you’re going to need a better disguise than that. I’d suggest a balloon arrangement or a big teddy bear from our gift shop.”

You slide over the last remaining donut, inside of the box. Joe produces his ID when asked, adding on, “Thank you for the tip, sir.”

“Any time, son. Thanks for being there for them.”

Joe makes a detour after you get settled back into an unnaturally cushioned seat. When he returns, he has balloons and a teddy bear, thick and large, but it does hide him mostly well. The collection does well, secluding the two of you away. Joe asks about your D&D campaign, about work--though only so many things can happen at a dentist office. You ask him about the offseason, the fashion event he has at the end of the week, how his family is doing. 

It’s a sea of calmness, a whispered exchange as the remaining two hours pass by. The kind of calm that follows behind you, up from the recovery to her overnight room, still thanking God for every prayer that was answered that the surgery went without problems. There’s no suspected impact to vocal chords, but only time would tell on that front. You and Joe are settled into the room and though she wakes briefly, you can tell that anesthesia still makes her sluggish. 

“Now who got this big ass bear?” 

The question is uttered so softly, but you catch it, your head pressed into a pillow against the railing of your mother’s bed. Joe laughs from the foot of her bed. The two of you zeroed in on the TV in a rather silent agreement to allow your mother to rest as much as possible. A feat not easily accomplished given the nurses that come by every hour on the hour to check vitals. 

You reach for the cup of water left behind and hold it up for her. Her sip is slow, measured as she works to see if she can get the sip down. You watch too, knowing the doctor’s been worried about that too. But she nods and you put the cup back down onto the tray, next to the bear. 

“That would be me,” Joe returns, pushing up from the second single armchair. His smile is easy as he takes your mother’s left hand. “Welcome back.”

“Thank you,” she smiles back at him. 

“Of course. I was told I could sneak you in outside food. So if a craving hits just let me know. If not, there’s the old pudding standby.”

Her eyes cut and you see the question. “It is a legitimate offer. We have to make sure it’s soft food,” you answer. But then the gaze narrows and you know now what she’s really asking. “I sweet talked a security officer and he agreed that Joe's my husband temporarily.”

Her chuckle shakes her, but your mother’s eyes dance with her amusement. You shouldn’t feel the buzz, the rush at the words, but you do and when you cast a glance up to Joe, his gaze is soft on you, tender in a way you hadn’t seen in Joe in years. Like he wants to say something, but he eventually shakes his head and looks back down to your mother. 

It’s a crazy thought. You know you shouldn’t give it much thought, but you do. You wonder if he felt dizzy at the words too. 

[fxchild]

The Switch

Miles Fairchild x fem!reader

Chapter nine: Make you stay.

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Miles pov

I think it's been one- no. Two weeks, since Y/n had that.. encounter? It's not like we had sex or anything but I definitely didn't expect to make out on her bed until Flora came banging on her door complaining about a nightmare, while Y/n forced me to hide under her damn bed on the cold floor for half an hour while she made sure Flora went to sleep and didn't bother us again. I was kinda glad we got interrupted if I'm being honest. Even though Y/n pounced on me like a lion to a gazelle, she seemed pretty nervous whenever I kissed her too hard or if I touched her leg. Believe it or not things have been even more awkward than before when we were constantly nipping at each other and now I'm starting to miss the fighting more than the dry tension in the room.

Anyways, I've got about fourteen days to make things less awkward and for her to stay with us for the summer. I heard her talking on the phone a few days back, thinking about taking up a different job in California. Her teacher recommended it or some shit, get into a better college. She's not going to Harvard I know that for sure.

Something that's been pissing me off is that Quint has been messing with her head so now she sleeps with the door off and the lamp lights on. I asked him to lay off but it's not doing much. I've been trying to sneak in to make sure he's not fucking with her in her sleep or anything. She's only sixteen like me after all, he shouldn't be messing with kids our age, especially the ones I want to stay.

Uhm, another thing is that I've been out of it for a day or two. Like my throat is pretty dry and I've had a wicked headache. I swear to god if I wake up tomorrow with a cold I'm gonna be pissed.

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Your pov

It's been about two weeks since Miles and I had that half-assed hookup. Ever since then it's been so awkward. We can't even speak to each other now for more than two sentences before getting freaked out and forgetting what we were talking about. I mean, it's easier to focus on Flora and her work, but at the same time it's boring without being able to pick a fight with Miles. I miss our back and forth bickering because at least it kept us talking and occupied. I have fifteen days before I go back home for the summer, I really wanted to stay but I've gotten more job offerings in new places and I want to go out and explore. Plus, spending the summer in some creepy ass house, with a boy who can't even be in the same room as me for five minutes doesn't seem like the ideal summer. I feel bad for leaving Flora, and I guess Miles because they are all alone with Ms. Grose, who is lucky if she can live another four years. But I need to put myself first, that's what's important. I just wish Miles would talk to me before I leave, because even though we snap at each other, he's been growing on me. I'm not saying I like his stuck up asshole personality but I see how he is with Flora and I sometimes wish he could be able to open up to me like that.

This morning I woke up to the sound of projectile vomiting. I figured it was coming from Flora's room since she ate a lot of chocolate last night. I ran to her room to check on her to find her still asleep in her bed. Then I realized that the puking and groaning was coming from Miles room. I debated on leaving him there to take care of himself since he thinks he's grown and can take care of himself but then I remembered the time I was drunk. The way he drove me home at 2am and stayed outside my door all night in case I felt sick again. I walked into his room and knocked on his closed bathroom door.

"Miles, it's just me. I'm gonna come in okay?" I say as I hear him groan and spit into the toilet. I open the door to see his face almost glued to the toilet bowl, gasping and throwing up. I sit next to him and rub his back, grabbing a few sheets of toilet paper so he can wipe his mouth when he's done. "Get it all out, that's it.." I whisper to him as he continues to gag.

When he finishes he grabs the toilet paper from my hand and wipes his mouth, flushing the toilet. I let him sit on the floor with his back pressed against the wall for a moment as I grab a washcloth, drenching it in cold water. I put it on the back of his neck as he tries to stand up. He walks over to me where I'm putting toothpaste on his toothbrush and handing it to him.

"Make sure to brush your tongue too." I put the cap back on his toothpaste. "I'm gonna get you a new shirt, there's a little bit of puke on it." I point to the spot on his shirt. I walk out of his room and open his closet, looking for an old shirt in the piles on the floor. Miles walks back into the room and curls up on his mattress with his washcloth in his hands. I didn't even realize he came back into the room until he spoke up and groaned.

"Jesus it's fucking freezing in here.." I turned around to see him shirtless, breathing heavily and laying down. I grab a random green shirt and walk over to his mattress.

"No Miles, sit up you have to let your stomach settle for a bit." I prop his pillows against the wall and help him sit up a bit. I let him put his new shirt on and pulled the covers up to his waist. I felt his forehead and winced at his temperature. "Miles, you're really hot." I sighed and bit my bottom lip trying to think of how to take care of him.

He let out a chuckle and wrapped a hand over his stomach. "I'm hot? Thanks.." I frown at him since this isn't something to be joking about. "Not funny." I say with pursed lips and put the washcloth on his forehead.

"I'm gonna go to the store to get you some medicine. Flora used it the last time she was sick. Do you want me to pick you up something?" I put my hands on my hips and waited for his response.

He sat there for a second to think, "Am I even allowed to eat anything? Like I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to eat when you're sick." He tilted his head, squinting his eyes.

"You're allowed to eat Miles but only if you feel up for it. I can pick you up some grits, or popsicles? Do you sound up for that when you get your appetite back?" I rub the back of my neck, giving him a sympathetic look.

"I'm not hungry..I-I don't care okay? I'll be fine by tomorrow." He shakes his head and waves his hand in the air.

"Okay, well I'm still going to the store because I'm not putting up with your whining later. I'll be back in an hour okay?" I shrug and ruffle his hair lightly before trying to smack my hands away.

I brush my teeth, grab my keys and put on some slippers. I head out to the car to start for the store.

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Miles pov

She couldn't have taken any fucking longer to get back from the store could she? I'm sitting in my bed, trying my best for an hour to hold my stomach until she comes back but it's getting too painful. I ran to the bathroom throwing up nothing but stomach acid. I was panting and almost crying from the pain, it felt like my stomach was twisting. Y/n hears me gagging and rushes into the bathroom to rub my back and hold back my hair. When I'm done, there's tears in my eyes from the pain and she gives me this stupid sad look like she feels sorry for me or some dumb shit. I sit on my bathroom counter as she hands me my toothbrush again. She opens up a small can of Gingerale and puts it on my nightstand.

"You don't have to drink it now, but if your stomach feels funny again try some. It works trust me." She smiles and feels my forehead again to see if my fever had gone down a little. I sit there under the covers with my head against the wall as Y/n sits at the end of my mattress reading a book.

"What's that?" I say weakly, motioning to the book. I catch her attention and she smiles. "A book?" She giggles trying to be funny or something.

"Yeah, no shit." I chuckle and she gives me an unamused look. So apparently I'm not allowed to be funny anymore I guess. "What's it about?"

"It's about a prince trying to find his princess through a dream. It's really cute." She gets up to sit next to me on the mattress, showing me the blurb.

"Oh.. fantasy?" I mutter out as a question.

"Yeah, I like fantasy. You don't?" She tilts her head to look at me, tabbing her book before closing it. I shrug, "I mean, it's not bad but I just can't ever get into it."

"Well maybe that's because you haven't read a good one." She smirks, and for a second I feel like we aren't talking about books. I shook my head and stayed silent for a few minutes.

"You know, I usually get sick in the summer." I give her a side glance. I lied, I never get sick. This was the first time in probably a year and a half I've gotten sick. "I mean, who's gonna get me a cold washcloth and rub my back when I'm throwing up?" I smirk at her slightly.

"Ms. Grose?" She jokes and I roll my eyes.

"Be serious Y/n. She's so old I think she's gonna kick the bucket any day now. And when she does that, who's gonna help me take care of Flora? I don't have any parents you know." I sit up more and turn to face her, putting my hands in my lap.

She sighs and turns to face me. "Who said I was leaving?" She gives me a confused look.

"Y/n I heard you on the phone. I mean California seems nice, but is that what you really want?" I give her a dead eyed look and raise a brow.

She studies my face letting out a deep breath, "Miles, you don't even like having me around. We fight all the time, why do you want me around?" She shakes her head and leans back a little bit.

"Come on, Flora will miss you. She'll be upset that you aren't coming back. I mean she really loves you, fuck, she wants you to be her mother! She needs you, Y/n- I-I need you okay? I can't even take care of myself while I'm sick and you expect me to take care of myself, a whole property and a little girl? I mean, jesus, what do I have to do to make you stay?" I spurt out quickly, motioning my hands everywhere with dramatic tones.

She smiles for a moment and grabs my hand, "You just did." She gives me a sincere look, like we finally came to an agreement. I let out a relieved sigh I didn't even know I was holding and she giggled. "Why do we fight so much? Everything would be so much easier if we just listened to each other, you know?" She asks even though she sounds like she already knows her own reason.

"I think you know why I do it.." I look at my red candles I caught her staring at one day in particular when she first came into my room.

She looked at the candles then back at my eyes. "Because you don't know how to treat people?" She barely whispered out. She looked into my eyes for a moment before speaking once more. "I only pick fights with you cause I think you're kinda cute." She admits, leaning back again.

I raise a brow, "You think I'm cute?" I chuckle and she let's go of my hand, she's trying to bite back a smile.

"Yeah, you're cute. So what?" She smirks and we stare at each other. I think we were both waiting for one of us to do something, anything. But no one moved or spoke. After a moment of my silence she got up and put the covers back over my waist. "You should get some rest, it's not good to stay up when you're delirious." She gave me a dejected look and turned off my lamp.

"I'm not delirious." I grab her wrist gently and assure her.

"You're sick, Miles." She gives me a stern tone, and eyes me down to let go of her wrist.

"I know what I'm saying, Y/n." I gulp and give her the smallest smile I could muster and let go of her wrist, laying back into the pillows. She slides a hand on my forehead and it goes into my curls. She kissed my forehead and walked to the door.

"Get some sleep, call me if you need anything okay?" She gave me a sad smile and walked out of the room.

Now she was just confusing me because did she just reject me without either of us talking about dating? I don't think I asked her out but I think I wanted to. I want to I really do, but how the hell am I supposed to do that when she can't take me seriously? I better get over this damn sickness soon.

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Hi hi! It's fxchild back again with another chapter! Sorry if this is bad I had to rewrite it THREE times because it kept god damn deleting. This took me 2 hours and 15 minutes to write (I timed it yes) so hopefully you enjoyed it. Plsplspls if you did not see my other post to put some requests in because this will be one of the last chapters until Mr. Fairchild finishes his story. I literally do not care what you ask me to write as long as it's not acc insane. If my requests don't work PLEASE dm me I will answer because no one texts me like ever ! Anyways, I love you guys so so much 💕 thank you for continuing to motivate me to write.

-fxchild

[dreamwritesimagines]

Sunshine hcs coming your way bc it's all I've been thinking about besides my own xmen OC lol

- After the whole ordeal at the diner Sunshine wants to learn how to protect herself a. In case Logan isn't there b. So she doesn't have to see Logan get hurt and c. So she can protect Theo against his dad in case he comes by :(. Either she takes up self defense classes or she asks Logan. If the latter queue Tension, flirting, blushing, and both being worried they're gonna hurt the other. I'm thinking it would happen when she would drop off Theo and she would ask Lo abt it and they plan to meet at the school? Or her apartment? Idk up to you. If the former I think it would be interesting to reveal her "secret nightly classes" in a way where she saves Logan somehow and he's has a "Oh shit that was hot I'm in love" moment followed by a "that was stupid I'm basically immortal you could've gotten hurt" lecture

- Logan hearing Sunshine singing for the first time when he does his nightly pace/ guard of the kids rooms at night (bc hes always scared the mansion is gonna get attacked again esp since Theo is there now) and hears her voice coming through the speakers of his phone as he passes Theo's room. He opens the door to find Theo asleep as his mom sings. "Bean? You there hon?" Logan comes in, turns it off speaker, and answers the phone. "You knocked him out, siren"

- I have a random thought of Lo teaching Sunshine how to ride his bike for some reason (maybe I'm just projecting bc I want to learn lol). I feel l Iike this would happen after they get together but early in their relationship? Again lots of Tension, flirting and blushing haha

- I also have a hc that Logans love language is acts of service and touch. So way down the line in their relationship he makes a point to learn how to paint Sunshines nails, braid/style her hair, anything he can help her out w while touching her <3

ANYWAY sorry for the rambles I will definitely be back at some point with more

HONEEEY OMG OMG-

I LOVE THESE HEADCANONS SO MUCH I JUST-

These are so amaziiiing! ❤️ Thank you so much! ❤️I am so inspired, let's have a HC for each of these! ❤️

Sunshine learning how to protect herself, this would be so good! ❤️ I think they'd meet at school because Sunshine's apartment is tiny, and Logan would be so trying to keep his shit together but being that close to her...😏

If Sunshine surprises him with it though! Like, she would definitely knock someone out before Logan could so much as turn around, and he'd be staring at her like,

"What the-"

"Did you see that?!"

"You shouldn't have gotten involved-"

"Oh my God, I should get a costume or something, I'm awesome!"

"Sweetheart, we've been over this. I can't get hurt, you on the other hand-"

"I don't know what you're talking about, I'm like so badass right now."

Logan walking around the mansion to make sure Theo is safe and Sunshine singing Theo to sleep MY BELOVEDS-

ALSO-

Logan comes in, turns it off speaker, and answers the phone. "You knocked him out, siren"

I

AM

That's me being feral😂

Sunshine would be melting and she'd be like,

"...Hi Logan."

"Hi sweetheart."

"I didn't know you were awake."

"Didn't know you were awake either."

"I'm about to go to bed, it's just that um, Theo can't sleep without hearing my voice, so..."

"Can't blame him."

Logan teaching Sunshine how to ride his bike asdfghjkl oh that would be hilarious😂 She'd be like,

"I'll get a cute helmet."

"Okay, but how about you learn how to drive first?"

"I have my priorities straight."

"The priority isn't learning how to drive?"

"It is but I can't decide whether to get a lilac helmet or a pink one."

Oooooh Logan's love language is definitely acts of service! ❤️ Like, even know he's trying to show it like that, so Sunshine would be smiling and going like,

"Oh wow, the big bad Wolverine..."

"You're not telling anyone about this."

"You're very sweet, you know?"

"To you only, princess."

"I'll never ever complain about that."

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for telling people I don’t work here?

Ok so it’s Saturday morning and I (28M) don’t have a lot on my mind, besides like maybe lunch, I’m a little hungover so I go to the supermarket really to just get out of the house. Then suddenly this woman approaches way to fast and her eyes are intense And she spits on me a little as she asks, “where do you keep the pasta?” and I’m confused but I try to be polite so I say, “I dunno aisle 3?” And then she demands get it for her! I just stand there for a moment because I was just trying to get a Gatorade and I don’t want to deal with this, but then she rolls her eyes and I kind of lose it. 

So I tell her, “Hey! I don’t work here and if I did I would not sell you shit!” And then I say, ”Maybe should work here so I can hide all the things you want from you!” and, “If I did work here do you think I’d be wearing a dirty white singlet? Ya fool!” Then I noticed the pasta was there the whole fucking time so I tell her, “Silly me I’ve had the pasta all along. Fuck you” and she starts crying. 

So now it’s the afternoon and I’m not going to lie, I feel really great about making a middle age woman cry today. So I’m taking a walk on the hot sand on the beach and decide to take a rest in the shade of the lifeguard tower (and my foresight readies me for melee) so then this man runs up from the surf way to fast, with a bluebottle across his chest he shakes me as he asks “you’ve got to save my kid!” But I can’t swim, so I tell him that, and he gets all upset and goes “what kind of a kid guard are you then?” And I’m tired and just wanted to take a nap but he rolls his eyes so I kind of snap.

And I tell him “Hey! I don’t work here but if I did I would not save your kid!” And then I tell him “maybe I should work here that way I could help relieve that nasty sting for you” and I tell him “do you think a life guard would make a race car out of sand then fall asleep?” And then I get a bit sidetracked thinking about how I should probably get a job and I guess I’m mumbling because the guy asks if I was thinking about saving his son and I tell him no and he says “What about my son, he's drowning?!” Then I look over his shoulder and see that no he isn’t and I tell him "Your son's fine, he just swims weird, and you shouldn't hold that against him.” And the guy turns around to check and I take that as my moment to get out of there.

So it’s night now and I’m not thinking about much just kicking a ball down the street then I give it to much juice and it flies over the fence of my local NASA compound (just bear with me) I climb over the fence to get it when I realize the guards are all passed out and it seems there’s been a planed attack. The alarms are blaring but I’m the only one in tact. I try to phone for help but something must be blocking it. And they’re an alien transmitting itself to NASA screens specifically. And the alien says “Give us ya planet” and I’m trying to figure out way to do or find any one who can actually handle this and I tell the aliens but it just repeats “Give us ya planet” and I try to get someone to answer me and tell them we’re under attack and again the alien says “Give us ya planet” and I try to tell it that I don’t have the authority to do that but it just won’t listen. I just came to get my ball but it’s been a long day so I’ll speak for all of humanity. 

(Also I didn’t know this at the time but apparently this had worldwide news coverage)

So I tell the alien “Hey! I don’t work here and if I did I would not surrender shit!” And I tell it “maybe I should work here that way I could take a trip to mars and strangle you!” And I ask “Do you think the president of Earth has a fucking mullet?” And at this point I’m just letting out all the anger from the day and I tell it  “maybe I should work here that way I could put my planetary fist in you, I could teach your kid to drown in front of you, and I could hide all of the linguini from you!” 

Then the alien fucked right off and also I’m the president of earth now. So AITA

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

Hey look more shuffle song challenge

Run - Awolnation.

“You don't understand a thing do you?” Izumi asked. Her hands were in his pockets as she looked at the heroes in front of her.

 “Don’t understand what?” demanded the leader of the group. “You’re here against your will.” 

 “I’m a human being aren't I?” Izumi asked rhetorically. 

 “Huh?”

 “I’m human,” Izumi smiled, her eyes flashing black. “We’re all capable of horrible things aren’t we?” her grin only widened as her skin began bubbling. Her Quirk was coming in strong. She felt herself rise. “You should run,” she laughed right before he lunged. 

 They shouldn't have tried to talk her down.

 Just another group of idiots thinking they knew her.

Tears of Gold- Faouzia

 “I’m sorry Izuku,” Bakugou was at the door again. Izuku hadn't opened the door, the hero had to yell it. Izuku took out his phone to type out another message to security of his building, reminding them that he didn't want to be bothered by Bakugou. Not now, not ever. Not really anyway. 

 Not after what he did. 

 God Izuku should have known. He remembered thinking he'd been naive after everything. Remembered the tears pouring down his face. Remembering the fact Bakugou had only sent a text not anything else. 

 He'd been so stupid, so foolish to think things would change. 

 Izuku felt the tears in his eyes again, and wiped them away.

 He wouldn't cry over Bakugou again.

 Not now, not ever.

Thumbs -Sabrina Carpenter 

 Things were supposed to be better. Things were supposed to have changed. Things weren't supposed to repeat like some shitty rerun.

 Izuku clenched his hands, refusing to look at the new Commission. Or well, Committee. 

 It was the same shit over again. A power hungry force trying to fore certain heroes to the top to control society. 

 Izuku hadn't obeyed. Had focused on helping others. Most of his class had. 

 And because of this they were nothing. Old has been heroes despite being twenty-five while fame hungry heroes stole the spotlight.

 Izuku gritted his teeth, feeling the Quirk his father mockingly gave back under his skin.

 The cycle just would keep going wouldn't it?

Drag Me Down- One Direction

“Who is my biggest supporter?” Izuku repeated the question. He paused, humming.

 A few people smirked, or smiled shyly, thinking he would say them. Bakugou was ready to take the words, while Inko wanted to bury her face into her hands.

 “Ah that would be Iida! Or Ingenium!” Izuku said after a moment of thought. “He’s always been there for me since I started UA. He and Uravity were the ones who thought I would go far! He's been there for everything, from physical therapy for my arms, to villain fights, and more.” Izuku beamed. “I've never felt more supported than by him.”

 “Really?” the reporter laughed, smiling at the feel good story of friendship. 

 Izuku smiled, aware of what hornet's nest he’d just kicked. 

 He didn't quite mind.

Wait for It- Hamilton Sound Track

 Inko knew she made a lot of mistakes. From sleeping with a man not her husband, to not telling her son the truth of his parentage. To having to deal with the sham her marriage became. 

 To having her son walk away from her. Having him fall to the darkness because she couldn't support him. She was to scared to, terrified of what would happen to him.

 Now she had nothing. There was nothing for her here. Nothing to move on with. 

 There was only one thing she could do. She hovered at the edge of the group, listening to the pink girl describe the machine to take someone back in time.

 It doesn't take her a second to yank it to her. She held the eyes of the hero who tried to snatch it, pressing the button.

 She wouldn't wait to fix things.

Sorry not Sorry- Demi Lovato

“He seems sorry,” Kirishima said out loud, eyes lingering on the 1C table where Bakugou Katsuki was eating by himself.

 “I'm not,” Izuku snorted. He ate his Katsudon with no shame as Kirishima tried to look disapproving. “He's never been anything but rude and mean to me, I don't see why I need to feel sorry.”

 “He…” Kirishima hesitated. Nothing he could say wouldn't sound like victim blaming. It was like saying that Izuku had asked to be assaulted during the final exam that ended up with Bakugou failing. Or that Bakugou shouldn’t have listened to the teachers and stayed inside rather than leaving during the remedial lessons where he got kidnapped.

 “He deserves it,” Izuku said. It had taken a few sessions with Hound Dog, but he could say it with his full chest.

 Bakugou deserved it. Izuku took a twisted glee in rising high up in the hero course while Bakugou stagnated in general education, his attitude providing a great deterrent from ever getting back into his original track. 

 He should probably talk about that in therapy.

Stupid in Love - MAX, Huh Yunjin

“I’m in love with you,” JD blurted out, unable to stop the words. They covered their mouth. Inko jerked back, the green haired woman staring at the devil with a wide mouth. “Shit. Don’t-” they shook their head and turned away. Inko reached out to grab their arm.

 “It’s mutual.” she said. JD froze, before turning around to stare at her. She held their eyes, not looking away. They couldn't help the smile growing across their face, leaning forward to grab her face to plant a kiss on her lips. Her hands came up to cup their own cheeks, neither able to stop kissing.

 It wasn't their first kiss, the history of friends with benefits coming in.

 But it was their best.

Devil Saint - Luma, Yuppycult

Izuku printed off every piece of evidence. He marked them all, circling each moment. He was through. He did not flinch as he wrote everything down. He did not stop until it was all down.

 He sent each hero school a package. A package showing each horror Bakugou Katsuki and Aldera caused. Each bruise, each word. He then sent it to multiple new sources and sat back. 

 It was time to watch it burn.

Valhalla Calling- Miracle of Sound

“You’re crazy!” Shouto shouted as he caught Izumi from her jump. She shrugged.

 “And?” she smiled charmingly up at the other teen. “I’m not some damsel you can keep locked up Shouto. Now come on, let's get out of here!” the dancer jumped out of his arms and Shouto nearly broke down then. But he couldn't. No, he had to run to keep up with her gait. She flipped around the battlefield, mocking the villains who thought her weak, thought she would bend for them, thought she'd give up being a hero for pretty words.

 “If I die, I die as myself!” she shouted, jumping perfectly over a burst of blue flame. Shouto’s breath caught, eyes wide.

 She was so damn beautiful.

I’m a Mess- Bebe Rexha

Izumi hated how she felt. She hated how Dabi could twist her up like this. Hated how the memory of his arms made her want to cry. 

 She flipped down onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

 He didn't love her. It was obvious to her. People didn't love her for who she was. They only wanted what she could give them, what she provided.

 For Dabi it was easy. Sex and intel was what he wanted and she got to feel loved.

 She knew that.

 So why did his fake love make her feel funny? Why did she keep playing with these games?

 God she felt ridiculous. 

 “Baby?” Dabi opened the door, and Izumi tucked away her thoughts, smiling.

 She'd enjoy it while it lasted.

 He was there and willing to pretend at least.

[why-are-all-the-users-taken]

idk who said it, but someone was like "what happened if the main peculiar children just lost their peculiar abilities" and i- i desperately need go make a one shot for this so here y'all go :)

*this takes place around a map of days bc that's the book I've gotten up to at this point*

*third person*

Jacob woke up feeling quite odd, though he hadn't the faintest idea why.

He went out into the living room where all of his friends we're already up. They had all became quite time blind in the mornings due to the loop switchings, so they often woke up fairly early.

Olive and Claire were watching cartoons,and had made Bronwyn watch with them.

Millard was on a different couch reading a book with Hugh stumped against him attempting to read the novel as well.

Jacob smiled at his friends before walking into the kitchen where there was a wonderful aroma of pancakes and syrup.

It seemed that Miss Peregrine had forced Enoch, Emma, and Horace to help her cook breakfast. Though Jacob was fairly certain that Horace was willing to make it and had forced Enoch to help.

"Morning all," Jacob said as he started getting plates out of the cabinets to set the table with.

Emma brighten and quickly hugged him. "Morning!"

"Miss. Bloom," Miss Peregrine called out from the stove. "Can you keep these pancakes warm while I finished making the rest?"

"Course!"

"Mr. O'Connor, can you please finish the fruit salad instead of mopping around?" Miss P sighed.

Enoch muttered something under his breath but started cutting up fruit nonetheless.

Horace was humming a tune as he cooked the sausage.

"What on earth?" Emma's sudden outburst brought Jacob's attention to her.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

Emma rubbed her hands together and then held them our through the already baked pancakes and frowned. "My fire isn't working!"

Miss. Peregrine's brow furrowed. "Perhaps you used too much fire yesterday?" She suggested.

"Maybe..." Emma said but she's didn't sound sure.

"MISS. P!!!" Hugh came running into the room dragging Millard behind him.

At first Jacob didn't know what was wrong with Millard. The boy was just staring at his hands. Then Jacob remembered that Millard was supposed to be invisible, and you shouldn't be able to see his hands.

The other's in the kitchen seemed to realize it at the same time he did and they all gasped.

"You're hands are visible!" Horace exclaimed, stating the obvious.

"No shit," Enoch muttered and Horace elbowed him in the rib.

Millard ignored Enoch and nodded. "And my feet!" He sounded more amazed than concerned.

"Oh dear," Miss peregrine mumbled. "What day is it?"

"Um," Jacob checked his phone before saying, "October 13th, why?"

"Oh this is bad. I completely forgot." Miss peregrine stressed.

"Forgot what?" Emma asked, now concerned.

"Gather all of the others, I'll tell you all over breakfast."

...

By the time everyone got into the kitchen, they all has seemed for realize that something was off.

Hugh hadn't seen his bees all morning, Olive wasn't floating, Claire's back mouth was completely gone, and Bronwyn was having trouble lifting the things she would normally be able to lift.

"What's going on? !" Asked Olive as she took off her metal shoes and didn't start floating.

"Children calm down please," Miss Peregrine set the food on the table and then sat in her seat. "I will explain what's happening but I need you all to stay calm."

There was a chorus of "Yes Miss. Peregrine"s as everyone helped themselves to the food.

Miss. P started explaining. "Every five years on October 13, peculiars lose their peculiar abilities for 24 hours."

"Why?" Asked Millard. "And why hasn't it happened before?"

"It happens so that peculiars don't overwork their abilities. It's never happened before because it only happens after you've been in a loop for a long period of time, but it was always September 3rd in our loop so it never happened before today."

Everyone was quiet until Olive jumped out of her seat, excitedly. "I wanna go to the beach! I don't have for wear my metal shoes so I can go swimming!"

Claire perked up at that. "Can we?"

Soon most of the children were coming up with things to do.

Miss P hushed everyone and then faked a exasperated sigh. "I suppose you can do something fun today and skip the lesson, but finish your breakfast first!"

Everyone continued eating, but now there was much more chatter.

Olive and Claire were trying to convinced Bronwyn to taks them to the beach. Millard, who was rapidly becoming visible, had decided that he wanted to go to a book store, and had begged Hugh to go with him (he said yes of course). Emma and Jacob planned a day of just hanging out together and doing normal teenager stuff. Enoch complained to no one in particular that he had nothing to do so Olive (being the sweetheart she is) invited him to go to the beach, to which he reluctantly agreed.

At some point Miss P turned to Horace and asked what he was going to do because he hasn't said anything.

"I," he replied, motioning to himself grandly, "am going to take a nap, because I haven't had more then 4 hours of sleep all week due to these stupid nightmares."

Olive giggled at his over dramatics (though all of what he said was true).

By the time everyone finished breakfast Millard was completely visible.

Hugh, who was sitting right next to him, grabbed a handful of millards hair and examined it. "I never realized how long your hair is!"

Millard just shrugged. "It's not like there's a barber shop that cuts the hair of invisible people!" He joked.

Emma who was sitting on the other side of Hugh, scrunched up her nose. "It's a dreadful mess, that's what it is!" She exclaimed.

"Oh please, " Millard said, pushing a lock of hair behind his ear, "it's no worse than your hair on a day to day basis, and you can see what you look like!"

Emma gasped. "You take that back!"

"I won't," Millard huffed.

"Children, children! No fighting!" Miss peregrine clapped her hands to get everyone quiet. "Now, considering that it seems all of you already have your day planned out, you can go get ready and then do what you have planned, but no fighting please!"

By the end of the day Millard had gotten his hair brushed and bought six new books, Hugh had got a few new plants for a round the house, Olive and Claire had a wonderful day at the beach and had even gotten Enoch to crack a small grin at one of their jokes while Bronwyn made sure none of them hurt themselves. Emma and Jacob watched some of Jacob's favorite Disney movies and just had a calm afternoon. And Horace got to sleep for the whole day which he was happy about. All in all, everyone was happy that day even though it felt weird to not have their abilities for a while.

[coraline-jones353]

I'd Love to Dance with You

Part 1

This is a part 2 to this no more will be added to this series as of now.

Prompt: Soulmate Au where you see each other in your dreams.

Summary: After Jackie moved in with the Walters she really missed her best friend Evangeline. After hearing from Katherine that Jackie is having a hard time adjusting she thinks it's a good idea to pay her best friend a visit.

Warnings: Cursing, kissing

I didn't know what to write for a part 2 bc it's been so long so this is what y'all get haha

Let's just say there's been an awkward feeling around the Walter house since I've arrived. I don't think anyone knows what it is but I'm sure everyone feels it. Nathan is the only brother I've told about "the incident". I don't know if I should tell Jackie or not, I mean he's my soulmate but, he just makes her so happy. But maybe this will help her decide to be with Cole instead. But what if she thinks I'm just making it up because I think he's cute too. There are so many things that can go wrong! Ughh.

Imma just ignore him, yeah that's a great idea. Well it was a great idea until one night I found out I talked in my sleep. And guess who heard me? Cole. Apparently I said that Alex is my soulmate in my sleep, talk about stress sleeping.

"Just tell her!" Cole says walking along one of the many paths. "But I can't just tell her, she likes him, and you! What if she thinks we are in cahoots with one another and I'm only doing this to make you two date." I say walking slowly to make sure we don't arrive at the house too early. "I don't think she will think that much into it. Just tell her." "Fine." I say seemingly making up my mind. I'm telling her tonight and if she has a problem with it I will show her the sketches I've made of Alex's face since I was 12. That will surely convince her.

After Cole and I arrive back at the house we get questioning looks from all the kids but I just brush them off and head to Jackie's room. After I knock for a few minutes she finally opens the door. "We gotta talk." "Shit Evie that's never a good way to start a conversation, especially when you say it so seriously." She says already seemingly regretting opening the door.

"I found my soulmate..." I start the conversation. "Omg, wait now? Who is it you have to tell me! Shouldn't this be good news why do you look so serious! You met the love of your life." Jackie says starting to pace around her room. "It's bad because it's Alex." I say looking at the ground.

"You gotta be joking." She states looking at me "Shit you're not joking are you?" "Remember when I used to draw my soulmate a lot?" I say bringing out my phone. "Yeah?" I show her pictures I've drawn of my soulmate over the years. The last one being 10 months ago.

"Omg you weren't kidding." She says looking through the photos. I nod still not making eye contact with her. After seeing what she needed to see she hugs me. "Go get your damn soulmate." She says pushing me towards the door. As soon as I open the door Alex comes stumbling in obviously listening in on our conversation.

"Hi." "Haha heyyy. I definitely was spying." I just roll my eyes at his antics. "Kiss me." I mutter under my breath. "What?" "Kiss me." I say again louder and braver.

He leans in and kisses me.

Sincerely, Coraline Jones 🐈‍⬛