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Time Gave No Compass, Were There Clues?

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary: The three times fate brings you to cross paths with a certain handsome stranger and the one time he purposely crosses with yours Trope:It’s fluff in a meet cute type of way w.c: 5.6k+ a/n: this is connected to ‘One Single Thread of Gold’! This took forever to make simply because I had this fear that the second part wouldn’t come out as great as the first and I’ve been in a writing funk lately—not quite sure if my writing worsened or got better during this period but at this point, maybe I shouldn’t care that much anymore? That’s a lie so please comments and reblogs are highly appreciated! 💗 masterlist

The first encounter—a knight in a vintage blue vehicle

The drumming noise of the rain against the vinyl awning of the Japanese restaurant became the perfect soundtrack for watching countless strangers scurry to the nearest shelter.

It was the night that you have dubbed your unluckiest as a woman in Washington—up until he came along.

According to the morning weather forecast, there was little to no chance of rain. A radiant reprieve from the downpour of light rainfall the city had been experiencing three days in a row. A believer of facts you were, excitedly slipped on your new pair of heels and joined the outside world, sun shining up above the sky without a single speck of dark cloud lingering in its wake.

The work day was nothing special—jumping on video calls with your boss, answering international emails from the magazine’s sister branches abroad, and reviewing articles set to be published for next month’s print.

Nothing unusual. No sign that the day would roller coaster down and up again, before ending right before a drop, leaving you white knuckled with anticipation.

As you were exiting the diner with your freshly cooked to-go in one hand, the weather decided to beat the statistics presented by the news forecast. Rain poured down hard, effectively stranding you on the covered sidewalk.

“Oh,” you mumbled under your breath, forced to settle down on the empty outdoor seating. The gust of cold wind that caressed your cheeks to turn pink reminded you of comforting childhood memories—warm cocoa, blanket forts, and cuddles with your precious teddy bear. 

It brought a smile on your face, recalling the time when life was still simple.

Working as a writer for an established fashion magazine had its own ups and downs. You felt lucky enough to be given the opportunity to work with living and breathing artists, all the while having the flexibility to live anywhere in the country.

Your boss initially found it odd when you mentioned temporarily moving back to Washington. It wasn’t a state well-established in the industry after all. It was a city filled with starched pressed suits, neutral ties, and newly shined loafers—the epicenter for politics and everything serious. 

The ridiculous misconception about fashion and its frivolousness caused your nose to scrunch. It was the same idea that pushed newly graduate you to move to New York and burn the midnight oil to be where you were now, highly respected in the circle.

She understood your truth—the need for a change of scenery before jumping back in to the game with fresh new eyes. Jokingly, she wagered you’d only last two months away from the Big Apple before coming back. It had been six months since then and you were starting to believe the urge for the city that never sleeps will never cross your mind again.

As you mused about the trajectory of your career, the clouds started to let up, enough that you took the chance to open your compact umbrella and possibly ruin your heels to get to the nearest subway entrance just 10 minutes away.

A mistake that you realized halfway as a sudden blast of strong wind flipped your umbrella inside out, rending you vulnerable to the hasty returning rain.

“Shit,” you cursed under your breath as water started to stain your light purple satin heels, turning them near black.

Definitely ruined.

The flickering light of the entrance and the still warm spot underneath the restaurant pulled you in two different directions. Should you just brave the weather already starting to look like a drowned animal or should you go back with your tail tucked between your legs?

As you debated your next move, being poorly protected by your broken umbrella and soaked by the tormenting weather no less, a blue vintage car came to a stop beside you and honked it’s horn.

“Um—do you need help? A ride, maybe?” a voice shouted out of the rolled down passenger window, barely heard against the torrential downpour.

A good Samaritan was rare this day and age. So uncommon that it made you immediately wary. You looked around, making sure it was you the stranger was addressing before uttering a reply.

“Depends on who’s asking,” your free hand clutching the ends of your spoiled umbrella. “Are you a serial killer by any chance?” 

He paused, caught off guard with your question, and chuckled. “What? No, no. Not at all, just a concerned citizen.”

You bit your lip, wavering between accepting his offer at the risk of your life, before reaching to open the passenger door. “Fair enough.”

The stranger promptly layered a black windbreaker on the tan leather seats. “Sorry, it’s just—did you know that wet leather can lead to discoloration?”

Your eyebrows raised, shuffling to get comfortable on the seat—mindful of your back not touching, before giving him a nod. “Yes, actually I did but it’s great to see someone else know about it too.”

He pressed his lips together into a tight smile and reached forward on the console, tinkering with the unlabeled knobs, turning up the heat. 

Your eyes tracked his every movement, curious as to any indication to who this mysterious gentleman was.

His nails were light pink in color, clean, and cut short—possibly for a desk office job. His fingers were long and bony, model length you’d surmise—a little calloused on one side of his middle finger possibly from holding a pen too tight. The back of his hand veined and wide in size, big enough to dwarf your dainty slim hands in comparison.

Your cheeks heated up, feeling guilty for gawking at a man’s hands before spilling your address without so much of a thought for your safety.

The stranger blanched, clearly caught off guard with your trusting nature. “Didn’t your mother teach you not to go with strangers willingly? Or provide vital information about yourself for that matter?”

You appraised his profile as his eyes trained on the road. 

Hazel colored hair that curled around his face. Sunken eyes framed by long, dark lashes that any woman could envy. A tall and straight nose bridge. Maroon pillowy lips and a sharp jawline perfectly matched with a five-o’clock shadow.

He was handsome.

Pretty even.

The type you’d see a casting agent and photographer fawn over.

Shoulders seemingly angular and wide, stretching his black knitted cardigan well. It’s arms pushed up to showcase his forearms lithe in form with muscles flexing underneath as he twists the wheel to take a right. His seat pushed the farthest it could go, highlighting how tall he could be.

Your handsome gentleman could rival male models that graced your magazine’s editorial pages.

“Well, you don’t look like a serial killer and I think I’d take my chances with you than out there—” a flash of lightning trailed on the darkened sky followed by a loud clap of thunder. “—yeah, I stand with my choice.”

His laughter mid-pitched, filled the confined space. “And how does a serial killer look like?”

“Sinister and not trustworthy. You look neither, by the way,” you shrugged.

“Actually, there’s a minor percentage of killers that don’t fit in your description. Ted Bundy is an example, he used his good looks to lure in unsuspecting women.”

You hummed in agreement. “You’re right and you could definitely use your looks too but I still doubt you’re one. Let’s call it intuition and if I had to guess, you work at a desk job. Finance or Human Resources, maybe?”

“Are you saying I look—” he cleared his throat, a wrinkle appearing between his well shaped brows. “—handsome?”

“Well, at the risk of sounding like I’m flirting with you—which I’m not, well, maybe. But yes, I think you’re good looking. Handsome.” 

The pink flush that slowly darkened to a cherry red started its descent to his exposed neck, making him look more endearing. His reaction made it quite obvious he was never one to receive such flattery about his appearance which made you question the eyes of the women around him.

He was utterly distinguished and dressed in this comforting nerdy fashion that added to the appeal.

“I take it you’re not used to compliments.”

The long lashes that framed his molten chocolate eyes fluttered, as if highlighting is naivety in dealing with the opposite sex.

It sent butterflies free in your stomach.

“Yeah, but thank you. And I’m really not a serial killer—I wouldn’t be using a memorable vehicle in picking up a victim in a crowded street with city cameras around. Not that, that information helps me state my case. In fact, it’s making it worse—” he rambled out, easing the car into a stop beside your apartment complex. “What I meant was, I-I think you’re good looking too, beautiful.”

You laughed at the absurdity of where your night has ended up.

The air trapped between two bodies crackled with an energy you couldn’t name. It was humming below the surface, making you feel hyper aware of the man who drove you home.

It was igniting.

Possibly the start of something.

In contrast, the outside was quiet and still. The rain had finally come and gone, leaving behind its comforting atmosphere.

The lamp posts reflecting off the puddles of water, tinting the streets a warm, honey gold color. Leaves dancing, like string puppets controlled by the forces of nature. The wind whispering and giggling—to what, you didn’t know but you felt it wasn’t important to dissect. No more important than the stranger who’s scent, aged books and cedar wood, intermingled with yours, vanilla and a hint of amber.

“Thank you for the ride,” quickly exiting the vehicle. Suddenly you felt shy as the last few minutes replayed in your head—how trusting you were to take his offer and how naive it was of you to let your guard down.

The sound of a subsequent car door opening echoed on the empty street. “You’re welcome and you’re wrong, by the way.”

“Wrong about what?” You twisted to look back.

The street lights hitting his face, casting a mysterious shadow on his handsome features.

“About me working in finance or human resources.”

Huh. 

Your steps faltered to a stop.

That was a first—people around you always did say you read people best.

He was an exception it seemed.

An anomaly.

A mystery you wouldn’t mind taking a second try in solving.

“Better luck next time then. I hope to see you around,” you waved as you opened the heavy metal gate behind you.

His hand mimicked your goodbye before promptly reaching down to open his car door, effectively disappearing from your gaze as you pushed the main door open to the lobby.

As you watched the remaining water droplets slide down your coat, waiting for the rickety elevator to descend, an all important question popped in your mind that you never uttered into the world.

His name.

You forgot to ask for his name.

Hurriedly running back to the entrance, your stained heels clacking on the stoned pathway, you opened the gate just to spy the gentleman’s memorable light blue vehicle rev forward to blend into the chilly city night. 

Damn.

**

The second—a shared cup of Joe between two no longer strangers

The sun peeking underneath the cotton candy white clouds did little to fight off the inevitable Autumn air. Weeks of sunny days from the past storm is nearing its end causing the city occupants to flood the streets and parks for their last soak of Summer. 

Weeks have gone since your enthralling encounter with the handsome stranger and his vintage blue car. You’ve spent days replaying the memory in hopes of finding any more clues on who he was or even how to run into him again. Nights lamenting over the missed opportunity and the bitter what-if that came with it. The thought, now hazy from time passed, seemed to be colored in this golden hue you couldn’t quite describe.

A sigh escaped from between your pale pink lips. 

The moment was captivating.

He was beguiling.

But until you run into him again, his very being in your mind lived rent free.

Hand adjusting the pale pink scarf wrapped around your neck, you stepped into the warm quaint bakery down by the office. The aroma of freshly baked bread and roasting coffee beans enveloped the otherwise packed store. It was still early on the day and otherwise sleep deprived workers were queuing up for their daily fix.

This had been your spot since renting a small office space to commute to. Given your need to separate home from work, you’ve opted to find a studio you could call your temporary ‘work room’. It added extra expense, you’d agree but the comfort of being in a sea of strangers going to and from added a sense of productivity you’d never quite get if you created a makeshift office in your one bedroom apartment downtown.

You squeezed your way towards the front to view the pastry selection when you spotted him.

The gentleman in question at the counter, clearly holding up the line. 

He flashed Sarah, your usual fixer as you joked, a tight smile filled with apologies and embarrassment. 

Destiny seemed to have heard your calls and to that you were grateful.

Not wanting to let this second chance encounter go to waste, you excused yourself to the register and deftly slid your card on the white granite counter.

“Hey Sarah, do you mind adding my order with his? And a one of your buttery croissants would be much appreciated.”

Her eyebrows raised, clearly wondering the reason behind your surprising actions. Eyes flickered to the stranger beside you muttering his light disagreeing reaction before nodding towards you, as if agreeing with what she saw. “One long black and a flat white coming right up.”

“Hey stranger, fancy seeing you here,” you cocked your head to the side, loose tendrils escaping the confines of your loose bun.

The same blush that haunted you graced his face. “Hey—hi, it’s you! It’s nice to see you again,” his fingers proceeded to fiddle with his leather worn wallet. “You didn’t have to do that, you know. Pay for my coffee, I mean.”

“It’s no problem at all, just think of it as my payment for the ride the other day and also a thank you for, you know, not turning out to be a killer, like you kept bringing up.”

He chuckled, eyes crinkling close. “Well, I just wanted to instill some extra caution in you. It’s good to think well of people in general but it doesn’t hurt to be wary of them either. Especially the statistics of you—a young woman being targeted is quite high no matter how safe Washington seems to be.”

“I did get an earful from my friend about the reckless act I did. So, safe to say I’ve learned my lesson—” you paused, flashing Sarah a smile as your hands wrapped around the steaming cup of coffee and the bag containing the pastry. “But between you and me, I think she was more miffed about something I didn’t do.”

He mimicked your movements and proceeded to guide you to the nearest available standing table, his free hand hovering near the small of your back. 

“And what was it?”

“Not getting your name.”

His free hand wrapped around the strap of his satchel, pulling it towards the front of his body as if it was a shield that could hide away the blush that slowly crept down his neck.

“I, yeah—Spencer. Spencer Reid.” 

You introduced yourself with the same enthusiasm, finally at ease for knowing who he was.

“Well then, Spencer Reid, was I really wrong or was that just a lie to throw my deductive skills off course?” your hands pushing the packets of sugar towards his steaming open cup.

He thank you silently, counting at least 8 packets of sugar before returning the remaining ones in the jar. “What do you mean?”

“You not working in finance.”

“Well statistically speaking, more than 43% of the offices located here don’t belong in the finance section,” he grinned. 

With his eyes twinkling, he further continued. “21% of those are actually the government sector while the remaining are a mixture of publishing, business, and IT.”

“You sprouting off statistics doesn’t really sway me from my guess, you do know that?” You hummed, watching him dump and stir all the sugar into his dark cup of Joe. The idea of how sweet it would be sent a slight shiver down your spine. “If not finance then hmm—what about teaching?”

Appraising his get up for the day—a purple button down layered with a seemingly fraying cardigan and a black overcoat. He reminded of you of those quirky university professors that students would have no problem having a crush on. 

“You look like a young college professor with a couple degrees under your belt. Maybe literature? Or math?”

An airy laughter emitted between his lips. “Why is it always returning back to math?”

“I truly don’t know—” you shrugged. “You look smart and academic so that’s my best guess.”

“There’s actually a statistic on how many academically gifted people end up in the field of science rather than in math but I don’t know if you’d like to hear it.”

You leaned forward. “I actually do but that would cement my idea of you in maths.”

A ring from his pocket interrupted his reply. Spencer clambered to answer the call even before its’ third ring. 

“Yeah. Okay, got it. 5 minutes.” 

Any humor or lightheartedness the conversation brought had been erased from his face. It must have been work and the gravity of his responsibility must be heavy—definitely not finance and maybe not a professor then.

“I have to go—” Spencer tightly smiled, hands pulling the satchel and drink closer to his body. “It was really nice seeing you again.” 

You nodded, wordlessly walking out of the shop with him. As he started to step away from your presence, he turned back one last time to further throw you off course.

“You were right about one thing.”

Brows furrowing together, you shout back. “Which one?”

Spencer just smiled and shrugged his shoulders before turning forward, picking up his pace and leaving you further baffled about his mystery.

**

The third—a run- in during an otherwise idle day

The white noise the train against its tracks threatened to lull you into a daze. Its compartment surprisingly sparse with occupants during this otherwise tranquil Saturday. Everyone seemed to be at nearby parks, watching the leaves slowly turn this red-orange hue.

Your companion in hand—a book with its spine cracked and front cover folded backwards, sat idly on your denim lap. It was a tattered and worn copy of Emily Bronte’s Wuthering Heights. When you were in your teens, it had been the gateway to your love of classic literature and it had been your favorite ever since.

The bench you were seated on shifted and with it, medium brown brogues registered in your periphery.

Inwardly, you scoffed at the stranger invading your space when there were a multitude of empty seats available in your section. Briefly you wondered if this was going to be another day of being picked up by men who didn’t know the meaning of the word ‘no’ which inevitably would ruin your day. 

As you were debating on nicely excusing yourself away, the man cleared his throat.

“Hey—hi,” he sheepishly greeted in this voice that had been replaying in your head since that rainy weekday night. 

You blinked away the surprise—the bafflement that fate had seemed to cross your path with his again and again and again. It always happened when you least expected it. After all, you spent numerous days craning your neck for even a small glimpse of Spencer Reid to no avail. Your eyes would subconsciously sweep the streets for a view of any suede coat matched with a purple pattern scarf. It had been your own version of Where’s Waldo—a past time that your friend joined as you forbade her (and by extension, yourself) from looking him up online. 

You wanted to keep the mystery and it seemed fate was rewarding you today.

“Hi-hey Spencer. This is a surprise,” your cheeks stretching wide from the grin you gave him. 

His fingers brushed a nonexistent stray of hair behind his ears. “Yeah, I couldn’t believe it was you. The odds of ever seeing you again—or anyone I’d know on the train is low, with how many people Virginia has.”

“Isn’t it fascinating?” your hands closing the book that no longer held your attention. “How we seemed to just run into each other? Funny how that works.”

“I mean, you could say that—not that I believe in destiny or fate with how abstract and little scientific studies it has. Maybe we just run in the same small schedule or circle.”

Your eyebrow raised, appraising his look. 

His hair looked unruly—with one side more flattened the the other, possibly slept on. His clothes, although free from any stains that would indicate it as yesterday’s, had crease marks that were reminiscent of its folding. They were clean but also not pressed—came from the satchel then. The very same bag laying on his lap, no doubt filled with dirty laundry and other necessities.

“I don’t think so,” you pondered on. “Are you just on your way back home from work, by any chance?”

“How’d you know that?” His voice cracking at the end.

You shrugged. “I pick up on things, small details and all that.”

“That’s really good. Must come in handy with your work as a journalist.”

Now it was your turn to be surprised. “How’d you know that? How’d—what gave it away?”

“It was an educated guess which—” he flashed you a grin. “—you just confirmed now.”

“Touche. Although that does seem unfair,” you pouted. “You know my occupation but I can’t even get yours right.”

He tilted his head to the right, eyes twinkling with life that keeps you pulled in. “You’re welcome to guess. In fact, I could give you a clue if you wanted—” he paused waiting for your agreement which you readily gave. “—alright you were right about one thing the last time: the one about me having multiple degrees.”

“You look young so I’m guessing a genius?”

“Well, my co-workers do like to tease me as one and it is true so yeah. I am a genius.”

The way his eyes shifted showed how bashful he was in admitting out loud he was one. You briefly wondered if there was ever a time where he felt embarrassed about it—probably in high school, you’d surmise. Teenagers, after all, had the tendency to ostracize anyone who doesn’t fit the rigid status quo they’ve collectively agreed upon.

“That’s amazing!” You gushed. “And it does narrow it quite down, actually. Do you happen to work for the government? I mean, I’m sure they try to collect the best minds our country has to offer, right?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I do work for the government. And you’re right, they do tend to employ gifted adults as a way to also surveillance them—to make sure they don’t turn into anti-statists or anarchists.”

You pondered over every detail he presented. Freshly manicured nails tapping on your leg before finally guessing. “Okay so, I was first going to say NASA because—” you shrugged. “—it’s space but then that would be too stereotypical of me to assume. Plus, you’ve thrown off just about any deductions I’ve made during our first two meetings—”

Spencer nodded. He seemed proud to listen to you ramble your way through. 

“—I was also going to guess administrative work but it’s a weekend and you’re just on your way home so that’s a no—”

A small spread on his face.

A good sign that you were in the right direction.

“—it can’t be the judiciary too, right? I always imagined them to be wearing neutral suits and have this stoic air around them—”

He chuckled.

“—so I’m guessing law enforcement? Can’t be a regular cop, they have uniforms. So, for the FBI? Or am I just reaching?”

Spencer vigorously nodded his head, the wavy tendrils tucked behind his ears escaping their confines. 

“That’s right! Wow—you’re really good at this. Maybe you should have also been scouted!” He teased.

You giggled, the happiness from getting it right and the idea of you working with a gun seemed ludicrous. “Sadly, I may be too clumsy for that kind of work. With my type of luck, I’d probably trip over my feet and mess up a crime scene.”

The automated voice announcing the next station broke through the lighthearted conversation. Spencer’s eyes widened ever so slightly, indicating that this was his stop.

“I guess this is it, huh? See you soon then, Spencer?”

He sandwiched his lower lip between his pearly teeth. “Would you be interested in purposefully seeing each other next time? I would love to get to know you more—over dinner? Coffee? Any would be great—you don’t have to say yes of course but yeah.”

“Can I say yes to all of the above?” You teased. “I would love to.”

Spencer started to get up, hands pulling on his satchel to secure it. The train was coming to a stop and you could begin to see the stop come into view.

Your hand quickly reached out to tug on his rolled sleeve. “Wait—how do we contact each other?”

“It’s tucked in your book. My number, I mean,” he laughed. The sound coaxing you to release your own. “See you!”

Your eyes tracked him getting off the train and his would meet yours one last time, before disappearing towards the station’s nearest exit. Your hands hastily opened the front page to where a new object was slotted in between without you knowing.

His calling card.

Federal Bureau of Investigation - Behavioral Analysis Unit SSA Dr. Spencer Reid 1-761-xxx-xxxx

Giggling, you fished your phone from the confines of your wallet and quickly sent out a text.

Hey. Are you a magician too, by any chance? 

**

The fourth or better yet, the planned first—two strings interwoven by fate

Spencer hadn’t been able to explain the circumstances that led him here tonight—walking through a nearby park in the sparkly but cold weekend night with a beautiful woman right by his side. 

The dinner date had gone surprisingly well. So great in fact that he didn’t want it to end. Suggesting to walk you back home rather than use his blue well beaten vehicle left parked near the restaurant was his idea to prolong the night. 

He was well aware that you both could be exposing yourselves to a seasonal bout of cold but for the first time, it didn’t matter to his overactive and over-analytical brain. Nor did it seem to matter to you—given with how vigorously she accepted his suggestion to walk. 

Your dainty right hand was wrapped around the bouquet of flowers he personally selected. An array of daisies, daffodils, and sedums.

Joy from having to meet you, to new beginnings, and affection.

Spencer wanted to convey what he had been feeling since that run-in the coffee shop. Regardless if you knew what they meant.

This was all uncharted territory and the incidents that brought them into each other’s worlds was baffling to say the least. 

Was this the really the works of fate?

Does this prove that destiny is true and the notion of having free choice is a lie we tell ourselves?

He concluded it probably didn’t matter.

All that mattered was where he was now—with you.

“So you really took all those degrees all together?” you clarified, eyes widening from disbelief. “The amount of studying and writing you’ve done must have been massive.”

“Well, it did help that I could read fast—20,000 words per minute, but I could still remember my hands cramping from the amount I had to type down.”

“Of course you can still remember, with your eidetic memory and all. That must be nice—never forgetting any novel you’ve read.”

He shrugged. “It does have it’s perks but between you and me, there is a downside to it.”

You halted in her step, staring inquisitively up at him. 

Spencer found it cute—how even with yout heeled boots on, you could only reach up to his chest. It gave him this sense of protectiveness over you being. 

“Oh yeah, like what?”

He pondered. “Well, we did have this one vampire case and one of the victim’s laptop password was ‘Cullen’ and I didn’t get the reference—thought it was ‘colon’ actually. So I decided to read the first book and didn’t like it.”

“You actually read ‘Twilight’?” You giggled. It sounded like wind chimes echoing through the trees.

“I was curious!” His voice went up an octave. “Is that what teens are reading, really? What ever happened to reading ‘Lord of the Flies’ or Franz Kafka during high school, for that matter?” 

“The one where a group of boys are stranded on an island or the one where the protagonist turns into a cockroach? Doesn’t really read romance for teen girls, Spencer.”

He chuckled. “And a 104 year old vampire does?”

“It’s about the idea,” you continued on walking, free hand swinging in between you—all he had to do was reach out and intertwine it with his but could he do that? Should he? Would she want that? “How Bella is your average, teen next door and someone like Edward, mysterious and handsome, could fall for her. It’s about the premise—I mean which teenage girl didn’t dream of something like that?”

“Does that include you too?”

You laughed. “I mean—Edward isn’t really my type but sure, I guess.”

Spencer decided to do it. He tentatively reached out his pinky to yours, looping them together.

There, a small touch you could say no to.

He waited for the reaction. From himself, there was a lack of worry for germs (this surprised him) and from you, the possibility of rejecting his small advances. With a breath lodged in his throat, Spencer watched a shy smile grace your face and cheeks turn further pink. 

Empowered by the reaction, he reached out to intertwine the rest of his freezing hand with yours and proceeded to tuck both into his coat pocket. Spencer felt his cheeks emit warmth, wondering where his courage came from. If Morgan just saw him now, no doubt he’d get a pat at the back and a whispered ‘you’ve got serious game, kid.’

“It’s a good thing he isn’t my type at all, don’t you think so?” You whispered. “I mean, you don’t sparkle in the sun, do you?”

His laughter echoed through the otherwise empty streets. 

“Oh god—that was so so bad. Ignore my cheesy flirting, please.”

“No, no,” he shook his head, feeling lightheaded from your presence. “I don’t think I do, actually. We could check—” clearing his throat “—once the weather gives way to the sun.”

It seemed like you got what he was subtly stating. “That long, huh? I’ll hold you to that promise.”

“Please do.”

Both your steps slowed to a stop in front of your apartment complex.

Spencer sighed under his breath, he really didn’t want the night to end. There was still so much to talk about—anything and nothing at the same time. Is this what they meant when they said time flies when you’re having fun? 

“Well,” you squeezed his hand twice. “This is it. I had fun tonight, Spencer.”

He squeezed back in return. “I did too. Can I—call you again?”

You nodded, a single tendril of hair escaping from its' loose bun.

Mesmerized, Spencer reached forward and secured it behind your reddening ear. “Get home safe.”

“I doubt anything would happen between my way up from the elevator to my door but I will. Drive safe and let me know you got in safely, got it?”

He reluctantly let go of your hand, slowly backing away without turning his back on you. Each second seeing you bundled up in a coat with flowers still on hand was an image he never wanted to forget, never wanted to miss.

As he was a few steps away, the wind carried your sweet voice to his ears.

“Hey, Spencer. There’s one thing I think you forgot to take with you.” 

He patted his coat, unsure as to what you were pertaining to. Eyes scanning his being when the distinct sound of your heels against the pavement, getting closer and closer, made him look up.

A pair of soft warm lips met his cheeks. 

“Goodnight, Spencer.”

His jaw dropped. The act short circuited his otherwise intelligent brain. It felt like every thought had dropped away, turning insignificant, compared to the tensed silence between two individuals once considered strangers but now intertwined in a way he could not explain in any language he knew. 

Little white specks floated down from the sky, coloring the moment in the lightest color ever possible—a hue that symbolized new beginnings.

Before his mind could catch up, Spencer felt himself moving.

Towards you.

Closing in. 

Cupping your cheeks.

And meeting his own lips with the ones that short circuited his brain.

In that moment, all he could comprehend was the smell of you—like freshly cleaned laundry dried under the sun. The taste of you—cherries with a hint of the red wine you drank over dinner. And the feel of you—warm, hands grasping his coat tight, flowers dropped on the ground, momentarily forgotten.

These were details he willed to engrave in his eidetic memory. Observations he doesn’t want to forget.

And you, the single woman he hopes to never lose.

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𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Mattheo x fem!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: after your heart being broken by Mattheo, you decide to erase him from your memory

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 1k+

“Are you sure you want to do this?” your friend asked you “Once it starts, you can't stop it”.

“I just want to forget about him” was your reply.

She took a deep breath, getting ready to say the spell out loud, but she couldn’t──it was like as if she cared more about it than you did.

“I can’t let you do this to yourself” she told you, concerned running all over her face.

“It’s okay, don’t worry” you said as your lips curled into a small smile (which looked more like a grimace) that didn’t reach your eyes, and your voice kept the exact sad tone you’ve had for the past 4 months “I’ll do it”.

After a while of hesitations, your friend left the room, she knew that no matter how hard she tried to stop you from doing this, you would do it anyway.

Once she exit the room and closed the door behind her, you sat on the floor of your room, looking at the almost empty space that reflected the way your heart felt at the moment.

You crawled to your bed, grabbing a box that was filled with things that you didn't dare to throw away like the rest. It was filled with notes he gave you and pictures of the both of you.

Suddenly, all the memories came back as you passed each photo.

There was one of you holding a teddy, the one he gifted you (the one you threw away alongside the rest of stuff that reminded you of Mattheo) and, with just looking at it, it took you back to that day.

Your bedroom was quiet, the flickering light from the ceiling casting warm shadows on the walls. Mattheo had been uncharacteristically secretive lately, a sly grin tugging at his lips whenever you asked what he was up to. Tonight, he finally revealed his surprise.

“Close your eyes” he murmured, his voice low and smooth, as he stood before you. You obliged, the corners of your mouth twitching in anticipation.

“Alright, you can open them” Mattheo said, his tone softer now—a rare vulnerability hidden beneath his usual confident facade.

When you opened your eyes, a small, plush teddy bear was waiting in his outstretched hands. Its fur was the color of caramel, and a tiny green ribbon around its neck matched the hue of Mattheo's slytherin ribbon.

“For you” he said, his gaze locking onto yours.

Your heart swelled at the gesture. Mattheo, who often masked his feelings with wit and sarcasm, had opened up in the most endearing way. You took the teddy bear into your arms, its softness adding an extra layer of comfort to the warmth spreading in your chest.

“I love it” you whispered, your smile radiant. “And I love you”.

You felt your heart shrink at the memory, so you quicky passed to the next photo, despite knowing the feeling would be the exact same or worse.

The second picture showed both of your initials on the snow inside of a heart.

You remembered that day as if it has just happened.

The first snow of the season had turned the Hogwarts grounds into a winter wonderland. You and Mattheo wandered hand in hand, your breath mingling in the crisp, cool air as the snow crunched beneath your boots. The world felt still, save for the faint sound of laughter in the distance and the occasional flurry of snowflakes brushing against your faces.

Suddenly, Mattheo stopped, pulling you gently to a clearing near the edge of the forbidden forest. The ground was untouched, a pristine canvas of white stretching before you. Without a word, he knelt down, his black gloves dusted with snow as he started to trace something on the surface.

“Mattheo” you began, tilting your head in curiosity “what are you doing?”

He looked up at you with a mischievous grin, his dark hair falling into his eyes. “Patience, love” he murmured, returning his attention to his work.

When he finally stood up, you saw it—a heart carefully outlined in the snow. Inside, your initial and his were written together, intertwined as if they belonged to one another.

Your heart skipped a beat as you took it in, a warmth blossoming in your chest that rivaled the chill of the air. Mattheo turned to you, his smirk softening into something more sincere.

“Figured I'd mark my territory” he teased lightly, though his voice held a quiet vulnerability. “You and me... forever”

You couldn't help but smile, bending down to trace a little snowflake beside the heart. “Forever” you echoed, as your gaze met his and the snow continued to fall around you.

You traced your fingers over the picture, looking at it with a sad smile and a look of nostalgia. You wished every day could be like that one, just the both of you together again.

Switching images, you found the third picture, it was one where you couldn't see your face, you just saw your chest and a bit of your neck.

You were wearing one of his coats, and then you saw it──the necklace, the one that had his initial craved, the one he gave you as a gift for your anniversary.

You tossed the pictures aside and started to look for the necklace on the box. Once you found it, your eyes started to glisten from tears, as they roll down your face.

As you tied the necklace on your neck, you remembered how he did it that day he gave it to you.

The room was dimly lit, the soft golden glow from the candles casting warm pools of light over the stone walls. Mattheo stood before you, a small box cradled in his hands, his usually confident demeanor tinged with a rare sense of nervousness.

“Here” he said, voice quieter than usual as he handed the box to you. His dark eyes held yours for a moment before flickering away, as if unsure of how you would react.

Curiosity bubbled within you as you lifted the lid of the box. Nestled inside was a delicate silver necklace, its pendant shaped into a small, elegant charm—his initial, M, carved into the smooth surface. The craftsmanship was exquisite, the letter catching the light like a tiny star.

“Mattheo…” you whispered, your fingers gently brushing over the charm. “It’s beautiful”.

He shrugged, trying to play it cool, but the faint blush creeping up his neck betrayed him. “I just thought… you know… if you’re going to put up with me, you might as well have something to show for it”.

A soft laugh escaped your lips as you reached out and pulled him into a hug. “I love it” you said, your voice full of sincerity. “And I love you”.

His arms wrapped around you tightly, and he leaned down to murmur in your ear, “Good. Because I don’t plan on letting you go, ever”.

As he fastened the necklace around your neck, you couldn’t help but smile, knowing that it wasn’t just a piece of jewelry—it was a symbol of the bond you shared with the boy who had stolen your heart.

Your fingers wrapped around the letter in the necklace, as tears kept flowing down your cheeks.

Your vision was blurry, but you still recognized the green and silver material at the very end of the box of memories; it was a slytherin sweater, one of the many piece of clothes that belong to him yet he let you wear and keep. You forgot you even still had it.

The cold wind howled through the corridors of Hogwarts, making you shiver despite the layers you wore. You rubbed your arms, trying to shake off the chill, as Mattheo noticed your discomfort. Without a word, he began pulling off his slytherin sweater, the dark green fabric adorned with the house crest.

“Here” he said simply, holding it out to you. His expression was a mix of nonchalance and something softer, something that betrayed how much he cared. “Take it. You’ll freeze otherwise”.

You hesitated for a moment, staring at him. “But won’t you get cold?”

He smirked, shaking his head. “I’ll manage. Besides, I’m not the one shivering like a leaf”.

Reluctantly, you accepted the sweater, the warmth of the fabric—and the gesture—wrapping around you like a hug. The scent of pine and a hint of his cologne clung to it, making you feel a comforting sense of closeness.

“Better?” he asked, his dark eyes watching you intently.

You nodded, a small smile tugging at your lips. “Much better. Thank you, Mattheo”.

“Good” he said, a satisfied grin spreading across his face. “Now you can’t say I never do anything nice for you”.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide the warmth spreading through your chest. As the two of you continued down the corridor, his arm wrapped protectively around your shoulders, the slytherin sweater felt like more than just a way to keep warm—it was a reminder of how much he cared, even if he didn’t always say it outright.

As you slide down the material down your body, you hugged yourself as you kept crying that, at this point, it was more of a sobbing. It was like as if you had no more tears left to cry.

You cleaned the tears stained in your cheeks, taking deep breaths to calm down and, as you did, you saw the last picture.

The image showed Mattheo blowing the candles of the cake you made for him on his birthday and, even if it was for the last time, you let yourself travel to that day.

The clock struck midnight, and the quiet stillness of the common room was broken by the faint flicker of candlelight. Mattheo walked in, his brows furrowed in curiosity as he spotted you standing by the fireplace, a mischievous smile lighting up your face.

“What’s all this?” he asked, his usual confidence laced with genuine surprise.

You stepped aside to reveal a small cake sitting on the table, the glow of a single candle casting a warm light over the icing. It wasn’t extravagant, but it was made with care—your care. The words ‘Happy Birthday’ were carefully scrawled on top, slightly uneven but utterly charming.

“It’s your birthday” you said simply, a touch of nervousness creeping into your voice. “And I wanted to be the first to celebrate with you”.

For a moment, Mattheo just stood there, his dark eyes scanning the cake before moving to your face. Then, a slow, genuine smile spread across his lips—the kind that made your heart skip a beat.

“You made this?” he asked, his voice softer than usual.

You nodded. “I may or may not have snuck into the kitchen earlier… And no, I’m not telling you how many times I almost dropped it”.

A chuckle escaped him as he stepped closer, pulling you into a hug. “You’re incredible, you know that?” he murmured, his breath warm against your ear.

“Well, go on” you urged, gesturing to the cake. “Make a wish”.

He leaned over, his face illuminated by the tiny flame, and closed his eyes for a brief moment before blowing out the candle. When he straightened, his gaze locked onto yours, and a smirk danced on his lips.

“You didn’t have to go to all this trouble” he said, though his tone betrayed just how touched he really was.

“Of course I did” you replied, reaching up to brush a strand of hair from his face. “You deserve to feel special”.

Mattheo shook his head, his smirk softening into something far more tender. “I already do. Because of you”.

The night continued with quiet laughter, shared stories, and a slice—or two—of cake. It wasn’t grand or loud, but it was perfect in its own way. And for Mattheo, it was a birthday he wouldn’t forget.

As you got up from the floor, you took off the sweater and tossed it to your bed, and you did the same with the necklace, breaking it.

You didn’t wanna feel this pain anymore.

That’s why you searched for your wand and pointed it to yourself, murmuring ‘obliviate’ as you closed your eyes.

Soon enough, you opened your eyes with fear. Looking around the room, you found yourself questioning why you were in an almost empty room.

Your gaze moved to the floor and found the pictures that used to be filled with painful memories, now weren't.

You saw that there was one of you with a teddy bear with your house’s color ribbon, another one that showed a heart written in the snow, a third one that had your neck with your name in it (that lied broken on the bed), and a last one of you wearing your house’s sweater, which also was on your bed.

You wondered what happened for your room to be like that, but didn't dig too deep into it as you started to clean the room.

You might've not know it now, but the spelled definitely worked.

[sturniolo-simp4life]

Teddy Bear- Matt Sturniolo

warnings- angst, smut, fingering, oral (fem)

summary- after ignoring you all day, Matt lets something slip from his mouth, upsetting you.

You took Matt to the mall today, just wanting to spend a day with him.

of course, you could never just do that. Fans would always come up to him and ask for his picture, making you take all of the pictures.

As much as you didn’t want to admit it, you didn’t like when other girls put their hands on him.

You and Matt had come out to their fans about dating a month ago. Most people were supportive.

Even though the girls knew, they put their hands around his waist and neck and it just pissed you off.

so whenever someone wasn’t taking his picture, your hand would be linked with his to let people get the memo: he’s taken.

unfortunately for Matt, he didn’t seem to be enjoying himself.

He would just scroll on his phone while walking and whenever you wanted his option on a piece of clothing, he would just mumble, “looks good,” or something.

It did make you a little upset but you decided not to push it.

like right now, you were in H&M.

“Matt, what do you think of this dress?” He didn’t even look up from his phone. “It looks fine baby,” he said.

you frowned. “Matt, I don’t think you can see the dress from your phone.”

He groaned as he looked up at you. He had a look of annoyance in his face. “It looks fine.” You frowned again as you mumbled an okay, and payed for it.

You wrapped your hand around his waist as you walked out of the store. But when you walked out, he yanked your hand off his waist.

You looked at him shocked. He didn’t even look up at you. Why did it hurt so bad?

you stayed silent for a bit. While you were walking, you saw a pretzel shop, immediately lightening your mood.

“Wanna get a pretzel?” You asked, excitement in your eyes.

He sighed and mumbled a sure, finally looking up from his phone.

you grabbed his hand, but you felt him slightly jerk. It made your heart pang, but you ignored it. At least you tried.

After you got your food, you sat down with him, trying to make conversation.

“So baby, are you exited for tour? It’s coming up soon.” He didn’t even look up, again, when he answered.

“yeah.” He muttered. You just gave up at this point. You ate your pretzel in silence.

“are you ready to go?” He nodded and you walked to the car.

the only think you ended buying was that dress and a teddy bear.

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

when you got home, nothing really changed. You set the teddy bear on the kitchen counter, and Matt sat at the island table.

“baby do you want to eat anything?” He shook his head no, and continued to scroll on his phone.

you sighed and walked over to him, placing your hand on his back and rubbing him softly.

“Can you fucking stop?” He snapped. Your eyes widened as you jerked your hand away. “What?”

“your so fucking annoying y/n. All day you’ve been clinging on to me, like fucking glue. It’s fucking annoying,” he spat.

You felt tears burn into the brim of your eyes, but you still felt anger. “What the fuck do you mean Matt? You’ve been ignoring me all day. You’ve barely even talked to me at all.”

You felt your voice break. “All you’ve been doing in scrolling on your fucking phone.” Matt scoffed and rolled his eyes in annoyance.

“Oh give me a fucking break. I’ve been working my ass of to get things for the tour ready. And next thing you know, I have you dragging my ass to the mall.”

he shook his head. “You think I wanted to hear to fucking talk all day? Give me a fucking break. You don’t even do anything. All you do is sit your ass home all fucking day.”

“so what if I don’t wan’t to fucking talk to you? Not everything is about you y/n.”

You didn’t even realize you were holding your breath until a shaky sob left your mouth. You couldn’t even control your tears. They were just falling.

Matt scoffed. “If you’re gonna be such a cry baby, at least go cry somewhere else.” His eyes looked cold.

All you did was sob louder. You wiped your tears, but there was no point, because they just kept spilling.

As you walked up the stairs, you could hear Matt mumbling something about how sensitive you were.

when you got to your shared bedroom, you stripped out of your clothing and changed into Matt’s fresh love hoodie and a pair of shorts.

Thankfully, you grabbed the teddy bear you bought. You snuggled it up to you as stray tears left your eyes.

-

a soft knock was heard at the door. “Who is it,” you mumbled, your voice thick and scratchy from crying.

Nick and Chris walked into the room.

“hey y/n/n,” Chris whispered as he sat down on the bed. Nick sat beside you and rubbed your back softly.

"Hi," you mumbled.

“are you alright?” nick asked. “we heard the fight.” you frowned at the thought, more tears threatening to fall. 

“Yeah,” you said with a voice crack. Chris frowned. “You wanna tell us what happened?” You sighed as you explained to them what happened at the mall, from him ignoring you and the fight when you got back. 

Nick sighed and shook his head, and Chris frowned. “How about this. Nick will get a bath ready for you and I’ll go talk to Matt. How does that sound?” 

You smiled slightly and nodded your head. Chris rubbed you back and got up, and you followed Nick into the bathroom. 

“I’ll set some fresh clothes on the counter for when you're done. Feel better soon.” Nick gave you a half smile and walked out of the room. 

You let out a sigh of relief as you stepped into the hot shower. You almost wished you could just melt and go down the drain with the rest of the water. 

What if Matt was right? Were you as clingy as he said you were? 

- 

When you stepped out the bathroom, you were in a fresh oversized tee and pj pants. The first thing you could hear was Chris’s voice coming from downstairs. 

“Matt, I get that your stressed but taking it out on y/n? What’s wrong with you?” 

You could practically hear Matt rolling his eyes. “It’s not my fault she’s so fucking clingy. She should learn how to keep her hands to herself.” You could feel your heart crack at those words. 

“Do you hear yourself Matt? She’s your girlfriend. What has she ever done to you? She’s the one who offered to take your sorry ass to the mall to get your mind off things, but here you are, accusing her.” 

There was silence for a while. “What have I done,” you heard Matt mummer. 

“If you don’t get your ass upstairs and fix things with her now, me and you are going to have a problem.”

Moments later, you could hear footsteps coming up the stairs, and then a soft knock at the door. “Y/n? Baby?” 

The door softly opened, and you were met with Matt’s face. “Hey, can we... talk?” You nodded your head and motioned for him to sit down. 

“I’d really like to apologize for earlier today. All the things for the tour had been stressing me out, especially because it was mostly me organizing and planning everything. It was wrong of me to take it out on you. I love you y/n so much. I promise that won’t ever happen again. M’ so sorry. Don’t cry.” 

You didn’t even realize you were crying. He pulled you into his arms and kissed your hair, stroking it softly.

“Do you really think I’m clingy Matt?” you asked. “If you do think i am, I’m sorry,” you mumbled.

He looked at you, so broken. “Of course not baby. I love it when you hold my hand and touch me.” He kissed you softly. “Let me show you how sorry I am.”  

He kissed you again, although it wasn’t soft, like before. It was passionate and hungry. He laid you back on the bed, trying not to rush you. 

Your shirt was quickly discarded, and you weren’t wearing a bra. Matt placed soft kisses all over your chest, making sure to kiss and suck your sensitive nipples. 

A soft whimper left your mouth. He continued to suck your buds, making a string of whimpers exit your mouth. He smirked in satisfaction and continued to trail kisses down your naked torso until he reached your shorts. 

“May I?” he asked. You desperately nodded your head. He shimmied your pants and panties down in one motion. 

“You look so pretty like this,” he said softly, planting kisses on the inside of your thighs. He trailed down slowly, getting closer to your core with each kiss.  

“Matt please-” you whimpered impatiently. He chuckled. “Patience my love.” he continued kissing the insides of your thighs, until finally, he reached your core. 

He licked up a strip from your hole to your clit, making you gasp out a moan. “You taste so good ma.” He flicked his tongue on your sensitive bud, then fully attached his lips to your clit.  

You moaned and squeezed your thighs around his head, subconsciously rocking your hips against his mouth. You grabbed his hair, moaning out his name. 

“Oh my god- Matt-” you moaned. He suddenly added and finger into your hole, then two. Your hips jerked slightly when he started to pump them in and out of you. 

“You like my fingers, yeah?” You moaned in response.  

“I wanted to hear your pretty voice baby.”  

“Matt, i-it feels so good. Mm- right there.” you could feel your legs shake. Matt curled his fingers, hitting a spot that made things feel unreal. You out a loud moan, jerking your hips.  

“There it is,” Matt smirked. He continued hitting the spot, making stars burst into your visions. You couldn’t even control what came out of your mouth. Your moans and whimpers were pouring out like water. 

You could feel your orgasm coming close. “Matt, I need to cum,” You moaned out. He smirked and re-attached his mouth to your clit, his fingers still working inside you. 

All this did was make you moan louder. “Matt I’m cumming-” you were cut off by your orgasm. Matt slowly pumped his fingers; help you ride it out. 

You could feel your juices all over your thighs, and as he sat up, he was licking it off his fingers. “You taste good baby.” He leaned down to kiss you, making you taste yourself. 

Soon after, he got up to go to the bathroom. When he came back, he was in his pjs, and he had a wet rag. He opened your legs and started cleaning you up. 

When he was done, he helped you put your t-shirt and panties back on, and he wrapped the two of you in the blanket, hugging his hands on your waist. 

“That’s a cute bear,” He murmured into your neck. You smiled. “I got it at the mall.” he sighed. “Sorry for ruining your time at the mall. I loved going with you.”  

You smiled softly. “It’s okay. We can always go some other time.” He mumbled an okay and an ‘i love you,’ and fell asleep. 

This is lowkey my favorite thing ive writen. 

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[mrsonmyr]

family skate | s.crosby

summary: you bring your kids to skate with Sid

pairing: sidney crosby x female reader

word count: 1.2k

Two small children in oversized 87 jerseys sprinted down to the glass, their tiny hands pressing eagerly against it as they peered onto the ice.

“Daddy!” they called in unison, their voices muffled by the roar of the rink.

Sidney skated by, immediately pivoting back when he heard them. Stopping in front of them, he grinned. “Hey, guys. You having fun?”

“Daddy, look!” Olivia spun around excitedly, showing off her Crosby 87 jersey that nearly swallowed her small frame.

“Hey, that’s my name!” Sidney teased.

“No, it’s my name!” she shot back with a triumphant smile.

“Mommy says it’s our name,” Patrick added matter-of-factly. At six years old, he was both sweet and protective, always keeping an eye on Olivia, who had a knack for getting into trouble.

Sid chuckled. “You’re right, Pat. It is our name. Where’s Mommy?” He glanced around the stands, searching for you.

“She said she was going to talk to someone,” Olivia answered, twisting around as if she might spot you.

As much as the kids had Sidney wrapped around their fingers, they were undeniably Mommy’s little angels. Patrick was a full-on mama’s boy, always seeking your approval, always wanting snuggles. Olivia, on the other hand, was a perfect mix—equal parts Daddy’s girl and Mommy’s shadow. Spending her days at home with you while Patrick was at school, she relished having your attention all to herself.

“Daddy, can Binky come on the ice with me?” Olivia held up her well-loved teddy bear, its fur slightly ragged from years of constant companionship. You and Sidney had been trying to ease her separation anxiety with it, but she clung to Binky as if leaving him behind would be some sort of betrayal.

“I don’t know,” Sid mused, kneeling in front of the glass. “Does he have skates?”

“Livvy, you can’t bring him everywhere,” Patrick interjected, his big-brother instincts kicking in. “What are you gonna do next year when you can’t bring him to school?”

Patrick, now in first grade, took his new role as an older kid very seriously. Though he secretly wished he could still bring his stuffed animals to school, he knew the other boys would never let him hear the end of it. Still, he’d noticed the older kids seemed to give him a lot of attention—especially when his dad was the one dropping him off or picking him up.

“Binky doesn’t need skates,” Olivia declared confidently. “I’ll hold him.”

After retiring from the NHL, Sidney poured his focus into raising his family and working with young players, coaching peewee hockey and leading the Little Penguins program in Cole Harbour. That, of course, included teaching his own kids how to skate.

Patrick took to the ice naturally, skating with confidence and already mastering his stick handling. Olivia, on the other hand, required a bit more persuasion. She loved skating, but only if there was a reward waiting at the end—like a donut from Tim Hortons on the way home.

The buzzer rang, signaling the end of morning practice, which meant one thing: family skate time. As the teenage players exited the ice, Sid spotted you making your way down toward the rink.

“Hi, Mama,” he greeted, stepping off the ice and onto the bench.

“Hi, baby.” You reached up, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. He was still a little sweaty from practice, but you didn’t mind—you’d always loved him like this.

“Is it your turn to skate?” you asked the kids, watching as they practically vibrated with excitement.

They nodded eagerly, and Sidney grinned. “Alright, let’s get you two geared up.”

In the locker room, Patrick was quick to get his gear on by himself, while Sidney helped Olivia with her shin pads and pants. Though Patrick could tie his skates on his own, he still preferred when Sid did it.

“Are you guys ready?” Sid asked, giving both laces a final tug.

Patrick nodded, his brown eyes peering up at you from beneath his helmet’s cage. “Mommy, are you gonna skate with us, too?”

You smiled, stroking his gloved hand. “Mommy’s gonna watch from the bench and take pictures.”

Olivia held out Binky. “Mommy, will you hold him? I don’t want him to get cold.”

“Of course,” you assured her, taking the teddy and cradling it in your lap. “I’ll keep him safe, and we’ll watch you skate with Daddy.”

Before having kids, you’d loved your one-on-one ice time with Sidney. Even though you weren’t the strongest skater, he’d always held your hand, keeping you steady, keeping you safe. Now, your favorite thing in the world was watching your kids skate with him—seeing the pure joy it brought to your husband’s face.

Life had changed so much since becoming parents. Date nights out had turned into quiet nights in once the kids were asleep. Traveling alone had become harder, knowing how much the kids hated seeing you leave. On your last anniversary, Sidney had surprised you with a weekend getaway to Montreal. As much as you’d enjoyed your time together, you’d spent half the trip missing the kids.

“I wonder what they’re doing right now,” Sid had mused, sliding into bed beside you.

“We can’t call them—it’s past their bedtime,” you had sighed, though your eyes betrayed how much you wanted to.

The last time you’d called them while away, they’d both ended up in tears, begging to know when you’d be home. The guilt had been unbearable. That night, you had cried in Sid’s arms, telling him you never wanted to travel without them again. Eventually, you both agreed—short weekend getaways only, and no phone calls unless it was an emergency.

Now, sitting on the bench, you watched as Patrick skated down the ice, expertly maneuvering the puck toward the net. A few feet away, Sid was bent low, skating backwards, his hands stretched out for Olivia to grab if she lost her balance. You smiled to yourself, pulling out your phone to capture the moment. One day, when the kids were older—when they’d rather be with their friends than at the rink with their parents—you knew you’d cherish these memories even more.

After a few minutes, Olivia skated over to the bench, and you lifted her onto your lap, undoing her helmet.

“Daddy says I did so good, he’s gonna get me a Timbit on the way home.”

You laughed, kissing her forehead. “Sounds like a pretty good deal to me.”

[dckweed]

tiktok made me do it!gf vs tf141 bf

ugh it’s been a minute my loves and i do apologize! im back at work on super light duty and the past few days have been loooooong! as always comments are appreciated, i love lil requests in my ask box too? i can somewhat type with both hands so expect a new rosie post sometime this next week!

Your boyfriend thinks he’s untouchable.

Unshakable. Unfuckwithable.

Which, honestly, is kind of true.

He’s a highly trained, battle-hardened soldier. He’s seen some shit.

But you?

You have a remote-controlled teddy bear.

And that levels the playing field.

The Setup

The boys had just gotten back from a mission. They were exhausted, half-asleep, lulled into a false sense of security.

Perfect time to strike.

You had meticulously placed the bear in the corner of the room—just close enough to be seen from the couch.

Then?

You waited.

Captain Price – "A real tactical maneuver."

Price had his arm slung around you, both of you cuddled up on the couch, watching some action movie, Ghost, who had moved in to your guys’ home after his lease went up on his apartment was in your kitchen, making something that smelled amazing.

Everything was normal.

Until—

The teddy bear slowly turned its head.

Creak.

Price immediately noticed.

But when he looked at you—

You didn’t react.

At all.

You just kept watching the movie.

Price’s eyebrow twitched. His fingers tensed around your shoulder. Was he having a PTSD episode? Was he hallucinating?

The bear shifted forward. No. That was real, it couldn’t possibly be a hallucination.

Price, staring: "…Love."

You, innocently: "Hmm?"

The bear took a single step.

Price immediately sits up. "…The fuck was that?"

You blink at him. "What?"

"That fucking bear just moved, sweetheart."

You glance over, squinting. "What bear?"

Price’s soul exits his body.

"The fuck do you mean, what bear? IT’S RIGHT FUCKIN’ THERE—"

The bear steps forward again.

Price, already reaching for his gun: "WHAT THE FUCK—"

You lose it.

Price realizes immediately.

He whirls on you, eyes narrowing. "…This is a fucking prank, ain’t it?"

You’re wheezing. "BABE, YOU LOOKED SO SCARED—"

Price pinches the bridge of his nose. "Jesus Christ, love. I nearly put a fuckin’ bullet in a stuffed animal."

Ghost, peeking in from the kitchen, snickering: "Aye, and that would’ve been a real tactical maneuver, eh, Captain?" You can’t help but cackle at his words, suddenly enjoying the extra body living in your house.

Price just groans, shaking his head. "I hate this fuckin’ household."

You wonder silently as you go back to watching the movie if you could enlist Simon to help you out with some of these.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick – "NOPE. ABSOLUTELY NOT."

Gaz was already jumpy—which made this too easy.

You were snuggled into him, watching a horror movie, Johnny off doing whatever it is the personification of ADHD does when he’s supposed to be watching a movie with his friends.

Everything was fine.

Until the bear moved.

Gaz’s entire body stiffened.

His breathing stopped.

His eyes locked on the bear.

Then, very slowly—

The bear’s head tilted.

Gaz, whispering: "Babe."

You, calm as fuck: "Yeah?"

Gaz: "That fuckin’ bear just moved."

You blink at him. "What bear?"

Gaz, immediately panicking: "NOPE. NOPE. NOPE. BABY, DO NOT FUCKIN’ GASLIGHT ME—"

The bear takes a step forward.

Gaz, ALREADY GETTING UP: "NOPE. FUCK NO."

The bear takes another step.

Gaz FULLY YEETS HIMSELF OVER THE COUCH.

"I’M NOT FUCKIN’ DOING THIS, BABE."

You’re crying laughing.

Soap, wheezing from the hallway: "BRO, YOU JUST FUCKIN’ RAN—"

Gaz, still on the floor, panting: "I HAVE SEEN SOME SHIT, MAN, BUT I DO NOT DO HAUNTED FUCKIN’ TOYS!"

You finally break, holding up the remote. "Baby, it’s a prank!" You toss it at him, landing smack dab in the middle of his chest.

Gaz stares. Pupils blown wide, adrenaline you assume.

Then—

"I’m divorcing you."

You cackle. "We’re not even married."

"I’m divorcing you preemptively."

“I want Johnny in the custody battle.”

He sucks in a sharp breath, hand going to his chest as he rolls to his knees. “My Johnny?” Oh he’s offended. You laugh harder.

“Hey! I’m the one that feeds the bugger!”

“She’s not wrong, mate.”

A sharper inhale, you could swear there were tears in his eyes. “Scares me with a robotic bear AND takes my best friend in the imaginary divorce? Whatever did i do to deserve this hell!!”

You and Johnny share a look at him, laughing your asses off. You know he’s only fake upset, but you also know how you’ll make him feel better later, when Johnny goes home.

Simon "Ghost" Riley – "WOT BEAR???"

Ghost is calm.

Always.

But this?

This nearly broke him.

He was watching the movie, arms crossed, relaxed.

Then—

The bear turned its head.

Ghost saw it immediately.

But when he glanced at you?

You didn’t react.

His eyes narrowed. He was no stranger to PTSD episodes, but..his last deployment had been awhile ago, he had already been through his adjustment phase..

Then—

The bear took a step forward.

Ghost froze.

"…Babe."

You hummed. "Yeah?"

"Tha’ bear jus’ moved."

You looked over, feigned confusion. "What bear?"

Ghost’s soul left his body.

"The FUCK do you mean, WOT BEAR?*"

The bear tilted its head again.

Ghost STANDS THE FUCK UP.

"NOPE. I’M NOT FUCKIN’ DOING THIS."

Soap, peering in from the hallway: "Bro, what’s wrong—"

Ghost, pointing at the bear like it personally offended him: "THAT FUCKIN’ BEAR JUST MOVED, MATE."

Soap, squinting: "…Looks normal to me."

Ghost whips around. "DON’T FUCKIN’ START—"

You lose your shit, holding up the remote.

"BABY, IT’S A PRANK—"

Ghost stares.

Then he walks out.

"I need to fuckin’ lie down."

Soap, dying of laughter in the doorway of the living room: "BRO, SHE GOT YOU SO GOOD."*

Ghost groans into his hands. "I fuckin’ hate my life."

“I swear love, im gonna move out if you don’t start letting me in on these pranks.” Johnny says, wiping a tear from those baby blue eyes.

Simon scoffs. “Good, maybe then I’ll be able to get some damn peace in my own ‘ome!” You cackle again, falling off the edge of the couch so hard that Soap almost pisses himself in laughter. Simon rolls his eyes, not even offering to help you up, though you pretend not to notice the way he slipped his socked foot along the edge of the coffee table as you were falling, as if to protect your head in case you hit it. So, he couldn’t be that mad, right?

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish – "I ALMOST DIED."

Soap had just sat down.

Just gotten comfortable, you on his arm as you guys waited for the rest of the guys to be done in the kitchen. Just the way he liked it on movie nights.

And then—

The teddy bear turned its head.

Soap immediately tensed.

Then—

It took a step forward.

Soap, whispering: "Babe."

You, not looking away from the TV: "Hmm?"

Soap: "I swear to fuckin’ God, babe, tell me you see that bear moving."

You blink, turning to look at him. "What bear?"

Soap’s soul exits his body.

"OH, FUCK NO—"

The bear moves again.

Soap FLINGS HIS BEER BOTTLE ACROSS THE ROOM at it.

Ghost, dodging it from the hallway: "WHAT THE FUCK, JOHNNY?!" You hear it shatter against the wall.

Soap GRABS YOU, HAULING YOU OVER HIS SHOULDER.

"BABE, WE’RE FUCKIN’ LEAVIN’—"

You’re screaming with laughter. "JOHNNY, IT’S A PRANK—" Your face is practically buried in his ass (not that you mind), but you hold your arm out, waving the little remote around.

Soap pauses.

Sees the remote in your hand.

And drops you.

"I ALMOST FUCKIN’ DIED, WOMAN—"

Gaz, filming the whole thing: "BRO, HE REALLY TRIED TO EVACUATE YOU."

Soap just shakes his head, staring at the bear.

"I fuckin’ hate you."

You grin. "No, you don’t."

Soap grumbles. "Aye. But I fuckin’ should." He helps you up off the floor with a roll of his eyes and a smack to your ass, flipping the camera off as Gaz brings it in closer, goading him as Simon goes to clean up the beer bottle thay nearly killed him.

Moral of the Story:

You won. Again.

And now?

They’re sleeping with the lights on

[angelfrombeneth]

HAVENT I MADE IT OBVIOUS? - T . NOTT

Theodore Nott x Fem!Reader

Summary: *REQUESTED* Reader and Theodore are best friends. Reader gets wrapped up in her first love scandal and Theodore cant handle it. He cant cope that its not him.

Warnings: Angst, Slight Fluff, The most heart warming love confession ever. Mentions of sex but hardly.

A/N: The request wasn't super specific so I decided to go with something like this.No smut, because I have a really similar request which specifically asks for smut so that one will have smut.

"Teddy don't be a twat" You smacked his head as you sat beside him.

"What! Its not my fault the instructions were unclear" He scoffed.

You and Theo both were sat in potions as you both were paired up for a task. Theo thought he was being funny reading the ingredients not in the correct order and ultimately fucking up the mixture.

"This is why I hate pairing up with you in class" You groaned.

"Hey Y/N!" You looked up to see Cedric leaning against the front of your workbench.

"Oh, Hey Cedric" You smiled.

"I was wondering" He smiled at you, his eyes flickering to the side for a moment for placing a hand ontop if yours. "Would you wanna go out sometime? Maybe for a meal or something?" He grinned.

You smiled as you sat up in your seat. "I'd love that"

"Ill meet you at 6, outside your commonroom on Friday?"

You nodded as he smiled, caressing your hand before walking back to his seat.

You heard a scoff beside you, your neck cracked to look at Theo, who had a huge scowl on his face. "Your going on a date with him? He's such a prick"

"Oh fuck off Theo" You rolled your eyes as you stood up gathering your books before exiting the class.

Theo caught up with you, walking beside you. "No seriously, he's such a priss. Why's you wanna date.. that" You scoffed at his statement before scaling the stairs down to the Slytherin Commonroom.

"Theo shut up-" You turn to see Pansy. "Oh my god! Pans!" You squealed as you ran at her.

You felt Theo's moody presence slip away with Draco and Mattheo who walked over to him as soon as you ran to Pansy.

"Cedric asked me on a date!" You squealed.

"No way- Oh my god, this will be so good" Pansy smiled, grabbing your hand. "You can test the waters before the date at the party tonight!"

"Party?" And with that Pansy yanked you to your feet and you scrambled up the stairs being dragged behind her as the next 4 hours entailed getting ready for the party.

Slytherin parties were always off the chain. Every other house could party for sure, but the amount of shit Slytherin would gather for the party. All the alcohol and drugs like it was some free tester aisle of a muggle store. It would always end very heated whether everyone was hooking up or someone started a fight. It was always the same old shit.

You decided on a basic little black dress, you can never go wrong. The dress was short and frilled. To be fair it looked more like one of those frilly tops that remind you of a dress. Your assets were out on display, but it was a party why not.

"Girl, that dress is definitely not your size but it's so cute!" She chuckled as you spun around. You fixed the top, making sure there will be no nipple slips. "You have literally the perfect body; tits, ass and thighs. I'm so jealous"

"Pans shut up, you are so hot I won't even leave for the party we can have our own" You both giggled as you leaned forward kissing her cheek before grabbing her eyeliner and finishing up your makeup.

By now the party was in full swing for atleast an hour and you two were only just getting done. You held hands as you exited Pansy's dorm and skipped downstairs giggling. Not to mention the two if you had pregamed before.

You two did you rounds round the party greeting everyone and stealing shots from groups. You both got to your friends on the couch in the back corner as you stood like bambi, struggling to stand straight in your heels from how fucked you were.

"Woah- Careful" You heard as you felt a hand snake around your waist steadying you. You look up to the side and catch Theo's dark eyes staring down at you.

"Thanks" You giggled leaning into his chest, pulling his arms over your shoulder, holding his hands as you looked to the group. Pansy situated herself on Enzo's lap the two of them giggling at you and Theo.

"So Y/N, any updates with Mr Badger? I was told about your date" Mattheo smirked, he wasnt trying to wind Theo up, he didnt know but Theo still got pissed.

You felt Theo tense behind you but you didn't take notice of it as you continued to okay with the rings on his hands. "We haven't been on the date yet, but he seems nice"

You heard Theo scoff as you turned to look up at him. "Nice my ass" He mumbled. You rolled your eyes, not wanting to argue as you continued conversation with your friends.

Theo was enjoying the company, enjoying the feeling of your body snuggled against him as you played with his rings. God, he was falling, quick. He was too busy daydreaming to even notice you had sauntered away to the other side of the room.

"Ced~" You smiled as you stood beside him.

"Hey Y/N- You look gorgeous tonight" He chuckled, taking your hand and pulling you to stand between his legs. His hands gripping your thighs, dangerously close to your ass.

"So do you" You smiled, running your hand softly up and down his chest. "M' excited for our date" You giggled.

"Me too.. Its not everyday you get to be in the presence of a goddess" He licked his lips.

"Stop it you!" You chuckled, hitting his shoulder.

"Cant help myself" His hands threatening to touch the curve of your ass.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, chuckling down at him as he pulled you closer by your thighs, placing his lips onto yours as he kissed you softly.

It was needy, very needy. He gripped your ass as you leaned over kissing him more passionately as you say on his knee.

Third POV

Theo couldn't cope at the sight. The second Pansy pointed it out, his hand tightened around his bottle. Anger filling his body as he watched another man kiss you. Another man touch you. That should be him. Not Cedric. Him. Jealously bubbled inside of him, very quickly.

Theo was too focused on the scene that the glass bottle shattered at the pressure. All his friends turned to look at the sound and him. He looked down at his bloody hand as he wiped it on his shirt, before groaning and turning to push through the crowd.

Everyone was confused by the sudden action by Theo, they had no clue what caused it, or even a smidge of knowledge how much Theo loved you.

Theo rushed away, pushing through people trying to get further and further away from the hurt. His hand covered in blood and throbbing as he stopped at the stairs. Turning to look in your direction, noticing your still with him. He bit his lip, holding in any emotion as he continued up the stairs.

Your POV

A many days later, after the party, you and Cedric went on your date. It was lovely, he was very attentive which you loved. You didn't see him much the few days after but chalked it up to him being busy.

It wasn't till it was 4 days after your date with Cedric you noticed the boy was still yet to talk to you. It left a sour taste in your mouth and you wanted to confront him. Why was he ignoring you.

Suddenly someone bumped into you, quickly apologising as they sprinted down the hall. Curious you followed them, it was a first year probably not a huge deal

You had no expectation for the kid, but it wasn't what he was running to caught your eye. It was down a dark corridor you turned to see Cedric and Theodore.. talking? Before you could even call at them, Theo pounces on Cedric. Your eyes wide as you froze. You were too far down the hall to do anything but noticed Mattheo, Draco, Enzo and Blaise all struggling to pull Theo off Cedric. Cedrics friends yelling as Cedric was frankly getting battered.

You sprinted down the hall towards them, aa they got ripped apart as you approached. Cedric and Theo's face all bloody.

"What the fuck is wrong with you??" You screamed as you looked at Theo.

He looked shocked, taken back. "Me?? He started it!"

"Sock it Theo, there was no need" You helped Cedric to his feet. "Let me take you to the hospital wing" And with that the two of you left.

Third POV:

"Shut up Nott, you're so up her ass. Don't be mad she hasn't put out for you yet. It's a long list. She's just a hole to fill. You'll have your turn " Cedric laughed.

Theo doesn't know how he got in this situation, he was just walking then saw Cedric and now he was ontop of the boy pummelling his face in. He was talking shit about you, lying about you. He was horrible.

But the worse thing for Theo was when he saw you. Saw your face when you looked between the two of them. His heart broke when you reached for Cedric, cheking if he was OK and whisking him away.

Theo was going insane.

Your POV:

It had been a day since the fight. Both boys were in the hospital wing but you refused to see Theo why would he do that. He was your bestfriend, and Cedric was just.. a guy. A guy that made you happy. Its like Theo was punishing you for being happy.

You were sat in potions noticing Theo hadn't show up, and you were pissed. He was being selfish, this was a group project.

You go to the hospital wing to find Theo, but Madame Pomfrey told you he was dismissed last night but Cedric was still there. You looked over at Ced, noticing his curtain was shut, I guess he had company, you thought and just walked out. If Theo wasn't in class then there's only one placed he'd be.

You scaled the stairs to the Astronomy reaching the top as you took a moment to get your breath. You noticed Theo by the railing and you sigh.

"Theo you can't skip class"

He turned to look at you, inhaling the smoke from his cigarette as he looked at you. "Well I am so it doesn't fucking matter. Don't you have a baby to coddle?"

"Fuck off Theo, don't be a prick" You scoffed

"He's a bad person Y/N. Why won't you fucking listen to me"

"BECAUSE YOUR CHATTING SHIT NOTT" You yell at him.

"You don't even know what he said about you. He called you a slut. Your nothing but a hole to fill" He sneered.

"What the fuck is wrong with you! Are you jealous I'm happy?" You laughed at him, distressed with the situation.

"You aren't happy" He snapped.

"How do you know? How do you know what's good for me!" You stare at his back, rage building up inside of you as you yelled out at him.

"BECAUSE IM GOOD FOR YOU.." Theo yelled. He turned to look at you, his breath erratic. "I know whats good for you and its me.. not him, no one else. Its me, it'll always be me" His teeth are gritted as he looked as you as you stand in shock. "I love you Y/N! It's always been you. Every fucking waking moment I think about you, your fucking stupid coconut smelling hair! The way your lip dimple shows when you smile a certain way. I spend every waking moment thinking about you. I live and breathe for you Y/N."

You stand there stunned as you look down at him.

"Haven't I made it fucking obvious? I fought the fucking freak for you! Yes initially he did nothing but.. He called you horrible things.. I can't bare to see you with another man that isn't me. I think about you so much bella.. Morning, noon and fucking night, I think about you.." His voice cracked as he stared down at you before he took your hand, kneeling down infront of you holding your hand. "It'll always be you.." He softly kissed your hand.

Your eyes slightly glassy from the confession as you stand speechless.

"Please say something bella.." Theo looked up at you, his hands grasping yours.

You burst out into tears, ripping your hand away from him as you cover your face. "You are so annoying Theo- I- I didn't know you felt like this" You sobbed as you wiped your eyes. Your mascara smudged all over your face.

Theo stood up, cupping your face between his hands as he wiped your tears with his thumbs as he chuckled, a tear rolling down his eye.

"I guess we are both stupid.." He chuckled lightly.

"You're such an asshole" You hit his chest playfully, laughing slightly through the sobs. His hand catching yours as you hit his chest, before his lips crashed against yours.

The pair of you finally became one.

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[gf2bellamy]

awkward — jonah simms

pairing: jonah simms x fem!reader ( no use of y/n ) summary: a customer thinks you are dating jonah content warnings: a customer hitting on reader , jonah being jealous

You stifled a yawn, blinking away the drowsiness that clung to you like a second skin. It had been a long shift, and the buzz of fluorescent lights above wasn’t helping.

Still, you forced a smile as the next customer stepped forward, pushing a cart filled with what could only be described as a sea of small teddy bears.

Twenty, to be exact. 

Jonah stood beside you at the bagging station, his hands already moving to sort the plush mountain into Cloud 9’s flimsy blue bags. You shot him a quick look, eyebrows raised in disbelief. He returned the expression, his lips twitching in suppressed amusement. 

You both knew better than to laugh outright, but it was hard to resist. Who needed this many teddy bears? Was it a gift? A prank? Some kind of bizarre hobby? 

Keeping your curiosity at bay, you turned your attention back to scanning.

“That’ll be forty dollars and twenty cents,” you said, your voice polite still surpressing a laugh. 

The customer, a young man in a wrinkled hoodie, leaned casually against the counter. “You new here?” he asked, his tone a little too familiar. 

Your hands froze mid-scan as you glanced up at him. “No,” you replied flatly. 

He grinned, undeterred by your lack of enthusiasm. “Haven’t seen you here before.” 

You gave a tight smile, noting the elderly woman in line behind him who was now eyeing her watch with growing impatience.

“Okay,” you said, your fingers tapping against the counter as you waited for him to insert his card into the reader. 

Jonah, who had been silently bagging, suddenly slowed his movements. His gaze darted between you and the customer, his usually bright demeanor dimmed by a flicker of something… darker. Was that jealousy? 

The guy leaned in closer, his grin widening. “So, uh, do you work all the time, or do you ever get out of here?” 

Your patience was wearing thin. “Just the forty-twenty,” you said pointedly, offering a polite but firm smile. 

Jonah cleared his throat, stepping closer under the guise of adjusting the bags. “Hey, man,” he said, his voice light but edged with something you couldn’t quite place. “You might want to hurry up. There’s a line forming.” 

The guy glanced at Jonah, seemingly noticing him for the first time. “Relax, dude. Just trying to make conversation.” 

Jonah smiled back, but there was a tightness to it that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Sure. Conversation’s great. But maybe you can have it after you pay?” 

You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing. Jonah’s tone was so uncharacteristically firm, and you couldn’t help but find it endearing. 

The guy finally swiped his card, muttering something under his breath, and took his bags. He gave you one last lingering look before heading out. “See you around,” he called over his shoulder. 

Jonah exhaled loudly the moment the guy was gone. “What was that about?” he asked, his voice tinged with exasperation. 

“What?” you asked, feigning innocence as you started scanning the next order. 

“That guy.” Jonah gestured vaguely toward the exit. “He was, like, this close to asking for your number.” 

You shrugged, trying to hide the heat creeping into your cheeks. “So what if he was?” 

Jonah paused, his mouth opening and closing like he was searching for the right words. Finally, he settled on, “It was just... unprofessional.” 

“Unprofessional?” You raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile tugging at your lips. “He wasn’t that bad.” 

Jonah’s expression shifted to something between disbelief and... vulnerability. It was subtle, but it was there, the slight furrow in his brow, the way his lips pressed together. “He was hitting on you. At your workplace. That’s not cool.” 

“And you care because…?” you asked, your tone light but curious, though your heart gave a small, unexpected flutter. 

Before Jonah could answer, the older woman behind the teddy bear guy stepped up to the counter. You smiled apologetically at her. “Sorry for the wait.” 

The woman returned your smile, waving off your concern as she began rummaging through her purse. “No worries, young lady. I remember what it was like.” 

You tilted your head, intrigued. “Remember what was like?” 

The woman chuckled knowingly, pausing her search to glance up at Jonah, then back at you. “Having a wonderful boyfriend like this one—so protective of me.” 

You froze, caught completely off guard by the assumption. Your gaze darted to Jonah, whose wide eyes and rapidly reddening face mirrored your own shock. 

Jonah, ever the professional, opened his mouth to clarify. “Oh, uh—no, we’re not—we’re not dating,” he stuttered, his voice cracking slightly. He let out an awkward laugh, gesturing vaguely between the two of you. “We’re just... coworkers. Friends. Not... you know, together-together.” 

The older woman arched an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “Oh, really?” She gave you both a knowing smile. “Well, could’ve fooled me. The way he stepped in earlier? That’s the kind of thing my late husband would’ve done when we were young.” 

You exchanged a quick glance with Jonah, whose face had turned an impressive shade of pink. His eyes darted anywhere but at you, and you had to bite back a laugh at his obvious discomfort. 

“Well, he’s just a good friend,” you said gently, handing the woman her change.

“Mm-hmm,” the woman said, her tone laced with skepticism as she took her receipt and nodded at Jonah. “Well, don’t wait too long to figure it out, son. Someone else might see what you’ve got here.” She winked at you before turning and walking away, leaving the two of you in stunned silence. 

Jonah rubbed the back of his neck, letting out a nervous laugh. “Well, that was... something.” 

You couldn’t help but grin as you turned to him. “You handled that well.” 

“Oh, sure,” he said, rolling his eyes. “Because stammering like a teenager is totally handling it.” 

Well, since I’m not your girlfriend,” you teased, “you can at least buy me lunch sometime to make up for it.” 

Jonah looked up, startled by your suggestion, but then his expression softened, and a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “That I can do,” he said, his voice light now, as if the awkwardness had finally passed. 

[peachhcs]

What is samy doing for will’s birthday?

yasss will is 20 today!!!! #feelingold samy flies out to san jose for the weekend to surprise will + managing to get all of his boston college hockey friends over after their game on sunday (trust i had this in the works yesterday i just couldn't finish it) happy belated to will, let me know if you want part 2!!

warnings: underage drinking mention, sex mentioned but not described, that's it??

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"what if he finds out?" gabe's question made samy roll her eyes as she stayed on the phone with him as the eight boys navigated their way through the san jose airport.

"he won't. i promise. the surprise party is set and mack has him distracted all day until it's time," samy reassued the boy probably for the 100th time since they started planning this whole thing.

"do you think he knows you're here? wait, ry, i think we're going the wrong way," she heard gabe mumble something and again, the brunette rolled her eyes. she glanced over at hannah and blaire who looked at her expectantly.

"do i need to come in and get you?"

"no, no. we know where we're going. we can see the exit signs," gabe assured and samy chose to believe him, but if they weren't out in the next five minutes, she was going in to find them.

"to answer your earlier question, i don't think so. he may know i'm surprising him, but he has zero idea you're all here."

samy came up with the plan two weeks ago. she wanted to do something special for will knowing it was his first birthday away from all of his friends and everyone knew she loved surprises no matter what the occasion was. she managed to pull a few strings to get out of practice for a few days and the boys all agreed they'd skip their classes as well monday and tuesday to spend time with will on his few days off. seeing their best friend was way more important than having to do laps across the ice.

"you should go in and get them," hannah mumbled, eyes on her watch. blaire giggled while samy shook her head. they planned the flights so they'd get in within 30 minutes of each other, but now it'd been close to 45.

"i heard that!" gabe exclaimed through the phone.

miraculously, the eight of them emerged from the exit doors, eyes looking for the girls. all of them but gabe and ryan looked shocked at how warm it was in san jose. the older boys spotted her after passing her waving hands two times.

"found you!" gabe exclaimed and hurried towards the three. samy hung up the phone as she embraced the boy.

"hi, good to see you gabo," she chuckled.

"you too, hughesy. hey hannah, hey blaire," the other two girls waved and everyone quickly exchanged hellos.

"i can't believe this is will's everyday. it's boiling," drew pulled at the collar of his t-shirt.

"yeah, i'm sweating my balls off," aram added which earned him a slap on the arm from samy. ryan and gabe helped everyone get their things into the back of blaire's mini van.

"so..some of you may need to sit on the ground..um..just kind of duck your head incase there's a cop. i don't have seats for everyone, sorry," the younger girl giggled nervously.

"oh, you don't have to drive us all there. we can split up and catch an uber too," ryan immediately cut in because he knew the feeling of illegally stuffing people into the car and worrying about getting busted.

"no, i don't mind. i've done it before," blaire shrugged but ryan shook his head.

"no, i don't want you getting in trouble. how many can you fit?"

"like 8 including me?"

ryan scanned the group, his older brother instincts kicking in as he tried figuring out who would be fine getting to the uber by themselves.

"okay, gp you're with aram, teddy, and jacob. the rest come with us," ryan decided.

"okay dad," teddy punched the older boy in the arm. everyone already knew the antics would be through the roof this weekend.

"i'll call it," gabe said.

"everyone else in. party starts at 6 right?" ryan wondered and samy looked at her phone. 3:43.

"less than three hours!" she grinned and could just picture the look of shock on will's face when he saw everyone.

the rest piled into blaire's minivan. drew took the front since he got carsick easily while ryan, samy, and vote got the middle row. hannah and james squeezed into the last row.

"better keep things pg back there," drew eyed the freshman whose face flushed in seconds.

"fuck off fortesque," hannah rolled her eyes.

they were out of there in the next minute since blaire had been taking up a spot in line for way too long now. it was a miracle no one yelled at her about it yet.

"sorry, i know we've hardly even met blaire. thank you for driving us," ryan spoke up.

"it's no problem. i love surprises as much as the next person. you guys are so cool for coming down and skipping class," the brunette grinned.

"he's our homeboy. couldn't leave him hanging," drew joked.

"is hagens teaching you those phrases?" samy eyed the boy behind her.

"i am not!" he defended himself.

"he sends us tiktoks in the group chat," drew admitted.

"fuck off," the younger hockey player complained making everyone laugh.

the rest of the ride filled itself with conversation of catching up with one another and poking a little more into blaire and mack's relationship. the girl happily answered though. she was never too phased by all the questions anymore and she was starting to grow fond of all of these hockey boys she kept getting introduced to.

the boys who hadn't been to san jose yet were gawking out the windows at the big city and warm weather, especially the palm trees. they didn't ever see any of those always traveling up north. samy went to check mack's location and will's. they were somewhere downtown doing things with beckett who was also in on the surprise and drove up for the night. samy strategically changed her location to come from her ipad which she left back in michigan so will wouldn't see her location here. she made the boys do the same thing and left their computers back home, so she was like 98% sure will didn't know any of the surprise.

the marleau's graciously decided to host all 10 guests in their extended house will stayed in, but toffoli agreed to host the party for the night. blaire pulled into the older man's driveway where there were already cars lining the grass meaning the other sharks players were already there.

"holy shit," drew mumbled when he saw the size of the toffoli household.

"damn is this our future life?" vote joked and samy nudged their arms so they'd stop gawking.

"come on, i'll introduce you guys," the soccer player pulled everyone to the backyard where the party was.

they had mostly everything decorated in the time it took to pick up everyone at the airport. eklund noticed the familiar face of will's girlfriend, "is that hughesy! hey!"

he ran to her to give out hugs. the brunette giggled, "hi eck. you know some of them, but here's half of the gang. ryan, drew, also will but we call him vote, james, and hannah who you know already."

"nice to meet all of you. didn't know pup had so many fans," eklund chuckled.

"pup? smitty's been demoted to pup??" drew laughed.

"he hates when we call him that," eklund shrugged, but smiled.

toffoli and bordelau came over to greet the incoming guests. the older man recognized samy and swept her into a hug like eklund just did. "glad you made it here. good to see you again."

"you too, toff. this is half of us. the other half is in an uber on the way," samy reintroduced the boys they didn't know. toff and thomas took turns shaking each of their hands.

"good to know pup talks to more people than his girlfriend and mack," thomas teased.

"you better be writing down these jokes for later," drew nudged ryan's arm.

"come in, come in. we got a few hours, but settle in, make yourself at home," toff invited them in.

the other car rolled in 10 minutes later. samy introduced the last four to will's teammates and now it was just a waiting game. will was supposed to roll in anytime at 6, so the closer it got, the more excited everyone became.

gabe abd ryan properly caught up with the soccer player where they caught her in one of the corners, "hey. thanks for doing all of this. getting us here," ryan said.

samy flushed, "of course, you could never miss something like this. i'm glad everyone could make it," she looked over at the other boys who had no problem immersing themselves into conversation with the sharks players.

"i think they're really happy they're here. we're excited to see will too," gabe chuckled.

"you and me both. i think he's gonna be really genuinely surprised," the brunette nodded. her boyfriend was an easy person to please who never asked for much, but sometimes she couldn't help but give him everything.

mack's text came 10 minutes later simply saying eta is 5 minutes!

"okay, they're almost here! everyone find a place to hide!" samy exclaimed which sent everyone scrambling.

granted, they were outside and the toffoli's didn't have a lot to hide behind, but the boys found corners and slid under tables. samy crouched beneath one of the adirondak chairs with gabe and ryan.

the entire background fell quiet while they listened for the three boys. in the distance, there was some car doors slamming and faint voices coming up the driveway.

"dude i could've just closed my eyes," will complained about something.

"yeah, but what's the fun in that? we won't let you fall," mack chuckled.

samy watched as they came through the gate with a blindfold covering will's eyes so he couldn't see the surprise. mack found her gaze and threw a thumbs up. she coped his action and rehid herself.

mack let the blindfold fall, a huge smile on his features as he saw everyone hiding.

"okay open your eyes," the younger boy said.

will's one eye popped open and then the other when he couldn't see what was going on. he was confused for two seconds until everyone jumped up at once and yelled a very loud "surprise!"

the blonde physically jumped and clutched his chest while his brain tried catching up to what just happened. his gaze flicked across all of his teammates and old teammates staring back at him with huge grins. he landed on samy next and then it all made sense.

"holy fuck," will said almost automatically.

"surprise birthday boy!" gabe jumped forward first.

the two boys embraced in a tight hug. the others quickly joined in for a larger group hug. samy watched them with love and found hannah's gaze. the two girls couldn't be happier that this was their reunion since thanksgiving,

"what the fuck are all of you doing here?" will finally asked when they pulled apart.

"surprising you, duh! you better thank this one," they stepped aside perfectly so it became a straight path to samy. she flushed bright pink, but will didn't waste a second meeting her in the middle.

"i should've known," he mumbled, breathing her in as his face caught in the crook of her next.

a few awh's escaped people's lips, but they didn't care. it'd been too long since they last saw one another.

"i love you so much," will hummed.

"i love you too," samy kissed his cheek and let him go so he could keep making his rounds. once will was caught up with the guys, he was caught up. it wasn't easy to break them apart.

he hugged mack and beckett next for helping with the surprise and then his sharks teammates. samy's smile was wide watching the glow on her boyfriend's features seeing all of his close friends and important people in one place all for him!

she knew he'd take a minute to make his rounds, so she let him have it while she caught up with mack and beckett.

"thank you for helping today," she said.

"of course. a whole day with these two? sign me up," beckett laughed.

"you're definitely getting brownie points amongst the team for this," mack nudged her arm and samy rolled her eyes.

"i like seeing him happy," samy glanced back to where will was excitedly saying hello to all of the boston boys now.

"i don't think he smiles that big unless you're around, so you must be doing something right," macklin teased just a bit.

"i'll take your word for it."

will caught samy's attention and quickly waved her over. the younger boys wiggled their eyebrows before letting her go to where the hockey player was. he clasped his arm around her shoulder as soon as she was near and kissed her forehead.

"wow, it's good to be back together," drew smiled as he glanced around their small circle.

"i can't believe you guys are here," will admitted.

"were you surprised? did you know?" ryan questioned lightly.

"i was and i didn't know, really. i had no idea what was going on. i'm surprised you all kept the secret for this long. especially jacob and drew!"

"i can keep secrets," drew defended himself.

"you have such little trust in us, smitty," jacob laughed.

"and you know what else is coming up? summer! any ideas what our weeks are yet?" aram looked at samy who shot her hands up.

"my brothers are in charge of guests. they're working on it now."

"tell them they can trust us! we did it over thanksgiving," aram continued.

"true! and they know that, so it shouldn't be a problem honestly. i just don't get priority," she shrugged. one of the downsides of being the youngest was that quinn, jack, and luke's friends all got first pick in their weeks.

the party went on well into the night that it started becoming a glow stick party and jumping into the pool. the boys were having way too much fun in the pool once they changed into swim trunks. toffoli was just glad his pool was getting good use out of it.

samy was sitting on the ledge taking a breather and wringing out her hair when will joined her. he was still smiling wide when he looked at her.

"hi," he said.

"hi," samy giggled.

"i've said this a hundred times, but thank you for this."

"of course. you really think i'd let them miss your birthday? you should thank toff at some point too. he may or may not have helped fund some of this trip," the soccer player glanced at the older man hanging out at his table.

"he did not," will was shocked all over again.

"mhm."

the blonde started to get up, but samy held him back, "think of it as a little happy birthday to you."

"but paying for..everyone''s ticket?? that's crazy expensive," will protested.

"and it is, but he insisted even after i tried talking him down. these guys really like you, will," her words earned a blsuh on the boy's face.

he leaned in closer so she'd know he wanted a kiss. she took the hint quickly and sat up to more top reach his lips. they melted into on another, especially after being apart for so long.

will didn't even know if he could pull away if he wanted to. after weeks apart, samy's lips were the thing he wanted to taste forever and kiss forever, but he knew they couldn't. they needed to breathe and that's when he pulled away for a second. longing looks sat on their faces along with the want and need for more though.

"wanna get out of here?" will wondered smugly. samy looked at everyone else way too wrapped up in the pool game of basketball and she knew they wouldn't notice if they snuck off for a few minutes, but toff would see them leave together.

"what about toff?"

"they already know what we do when i come back with a million hickeys and scratches," will mumbled and that made the brunette blush.

she didn't say anything more, but she stood up and let will lead to the way to a bathroom. toff didn't even say anything as they walked by, but he definitely knew what they were up to.

it was safe to say will's never counted down his birthday that way, but he sure wasn't complaining in the slightest. he'd do it all again if he could. him and samy were under the covers once 12:30 hit.

"wish for anything special?" she wondered.

"not really. i didn't need a lot besides new clothes," will shrugged because who didn't like new clothes? especially when he was drsssed up 99% of the time.

"you're a simple guy, i like it," she kissed his cheek.

the boy flushed, but pulled her closer so she was flush against his side.

"best birthday ever, i love you," will smiled.

"i love you, too. gladd we could celebrate together," she squeezd his bicep as a way of telling him she was listening.

they had a long day ahead, so the couple fell asleep fairly quickly and who knows? maybe they did wake up to go a second round at some point during the night. it was will's birthday after all.

[billy-macher-stu-loomis]

like a deer — yandere! poly! stuilly x male! prescott! reader

length: 1.1k

requested by 🌀!!

the plot of this one one got away from me a little bit whoops

major tws: murder (duh), graphic depictions of violence, major character death (it’s not you or our pretty boys though <3), knifeplay? idk they get real fucking horny with it, dubcon!! serious dubcon with the knife stuff, billy also gets kinda slutty with blood too srry, a kind of graphic description of a roadkill deer, some of that nice 90s internalized homophobia, obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, manipulation/coercion? sort of?, these little homosexual freaks are unhinged (you included)

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The first to go was Casey Becker.

Your next door neighbor.

They’d found her hanging from a tree in her front yard, gutted like a deer.

You, of course, had been the first person questioned by the police. Shaken and disturbed, you’d quickly found solace in your best friends, Billy and Stu.

~~~

The glass of Stu’s bedroom window was cold against your knuckles as you rapped on it. You only had to wait a moment in the freezing cold before the window slid open, a sleepy Billy rubbing his eyes as he let you inside.

“You forgot to put the spare key back under the doormat, you asshole,” you grumble to Stu as you clamber into his massive rich-boy bed. The taller boy giggles, wrapping his arms around you.

The two of them had always been touchy with you. Always with a hand on your hip or your lower back, an arm slung over your shoulders, interlaced fingers…

(You had your own suspicions that Billy and Stu might be…together, but you’d never say it aloud.)

It was totally normal for guys to share a bed at a sleepover, right? Girls do it all the time.

Totally normal.

~~~

Next to go was your girlfriend, Heather.

You didn’t feel sad. You felt…numb. You felt nothing.

I’m just so sad that I can’t even feel anything, you reasoned with yourself, trying not to think too much about Billy’s hand wandering a little closer to your ass than usual as he wrapped you up in a sympathetic hug. That’s it. Of course. Boys always feel relieved when their girlfriends die. That’s totally normal. Everything’s fine.

~~~

One by one, your friend group was shrinking. People were being killed off left and right. You’d gotten the news about Janis right you and Billy left the movie theater. Sadie had been found in the pool by her big brother while you were busy beating Stu ass at Chutes and Ladders. When Wyatt turned up dead, you’d been taking a joyride with Billy in his dad’s Viper. When Teddy died, you’d been getting ice cream with Stu.

All four were found gutted.

Like deer.

Despite how much they’d been hanging out with you as of late, you’d declined Billy and Stu’s invitation to come hunting with them that weekend.

~~~

“You wanna come over after school? My dad’s outta town, so we can watch whatever the hell we want.”

“Can’t. I’ve got, uh, homework,” you lie, refusing to meet Billy’s eyes as you slammed your locker shut and hurried away.

~~~

“You’ve been avoiding us all week,” Billy accuses, stepping in front of the door to block your exit as you try to leave the cafeteria

“Did we do something wrong?” Stu asks anxiously, fluttering around by Billy’s side.

“No! No. Of course not.”

“Then why are you avoiding us?”

You bite your lip, nervous to tell them the truth.

“I’m afraid you two will be next.”

~~~

Absently, you wonder how Stu’s going to get all of that blood out of his nice beige sweater. You’d bought him that sweater last year for Christmas.

Stu kneels in front of you, resting his bloody hands on your hips as he looks up at you imploringly. “Please forgive us?”

How do you get blood out of clothes? Cold water? Or— is it warm water? Sidney would know. You ought to ask her.

“Baby?” Stu begs, his fingers curling in your shirt as he grips you tightly.

Oh. Right. You can’t ask Sidney.

She’s dead.

Billy is skillfully using his body to block your view of the carnage on the floor, doing his best to keep you from freaking out.

His hands are on you, running through your hair, lightly touching your cheek. He’s sticky, with your sister’s blood, your father’s blood, Stu’s blood, his own blood, and fucking corn syrup.

“Sweetheart?” Stu questions, hooking a finger through the belt loop of your jeans and tugging on it lightly. “See? We love you.”

You’re horrified. They murdered thirteen people to show their love.

(You would’ve been fine with just a box of chocolates and some flowers, but y’know. Billy refuses to half-ass things.)

“Do you need us to prove it to you?”

Stu’s got a crazed look in his eye that makes you shrink back. But Billy’s grip on you is tight enough that you can barely move at all, forced to watch as Stu yanks off his ruined sweater, unabashedly moaning like a slut when the fabric catches on his fresh stab wounds, ripping back open the flesh that was so desperately trying to knit itself back together.

Billy hands Stu his buck knife, watching with rapt attention as the man holds it over his chest. Stu doesn’t even flinch, watching in a trance as the tip of the blade sinks into his flesh, droplets of red already welling to the surface. He drags the blade along his skin, carving your initials into his chest, right above his heart.

When he’s finished, he hands the knife back to Billy, who reverently takes it, studying the fresh red sheen on the metal before pressing his tongue flat against the side of the blade and licking off Stu’s blood.

You look away, disgusted and somehow turned on at the same time.

(You can’t help but sneak a look when the two boys share a messy, blood- and spit-soaked kiss. Fuck.)

Billy yanks off his corn syrup-stained white shirt, tossing it carelessly on the floor, where it hits your dead father in the face. He steadies the knife, holding it over his chest and doing the same thing as Stu just did.

You choke out a sob, unable to rectify this image of your boys as psychotic murderers with the image of them just last night, cuddling up with you in bed and leeching off of your warmth and rambling about horror movies.

“Sweetheart?” Billy murmurs, cupping your face in his hand. “Look. Look, see? We love you. We love you.”

They love you. They love you.

You keep mentally repeating that mantra to yourself. Even as you are forced to scrunch your eyes through the pain of the knife carving two sets of initials into your chest. Even as you look at the bodies of your sister and father one last time. Even as Billy scoops you up to carry you to Stu’s van in a way that’s supposed to be playful but just comes across as a final doomed death sentence, the clang! of a prison door slamming shut. You repeat your mantra even as you pass by the bodies of Randy and Dewey; even the mutilated body of that obnoxious bitch from Top Story makes you have to look away.

They love you. They love you.

Stu drives, on the lamb. Billy lays in the back with you, curled up with you on the bed in Stu’s stupid “shaggin’ wagon”.

Your eyes are glued to the smiley-face shaped air freshener dangling from Stu’s rear view mirror. You can’t look at Billy right now.

They love you. They love you.

You can almost trick yourself into believing it, at least for a little while.

But the sight of the dead deer on the side of the road, visible through the front windshield, its chest smashed and broken like a piñata, sends you spiraling.

When you look back at the stupid air freshener hanging from the mirror, its bright yellow face smiling at you only feels mocking and cruel. All you can see is Casey’s body hanging from that damned tree.

They love you. They love you.

[holdmytesseract]

moodboard by the wonderful @chennqingg <3

Bloodline

[EoH Universe]

Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader feat. Teddy Dixon

Summary: When Daryl loses his brother, you try to be his tower of strenght.

Warnings: angst? sadness, grief? fluff, dad!Daryl, major character death (mentioned), sad Daryl hours

The Prison Era!

Word Count: 2,2k

a/n: It's been a while since I lastly posted something for this AU, so... 🤗

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You were outside in the inner courtyard together with Teddy, Beth and little Judith. While Beth sat with the infant on her arm on one of the benches, Teddy practised to use the slingshot his father had crafted him. For now, he was shooting small rocks against an old, rusty steel sheet.

You sat beside Beth; enjoying the warmth of the sun, but also always keeping a watchful eye on your surroundings. Especially at these times it was important to stay attentive...

Watching your son with his red bandana and way too big clothes trying his best to hit the target was adorable. The way his small fingers worked to draw the slingshot; the way he moved; how concentrated he was. His tongue poked out between his lips as he aimed. You smiled. There was no doubt who his father was.

Of course you knew that training Teddy in using weapons was important. Even though he was only four years old. It could save his life after all.

"You saw that, momma?" Teddy called out to you; blue-greyish eyes shining and a big smile stretched on his face. You nodded; giving him an encouraging smile. "I did, yeah! You're doing amazing, baby! Keep on practising!" Teddy's smile widened, before he turned around to pick up the next small rock.

As Judith released a cute little coo, you turned to face Beth; noticing that that baby girl woke up again. "Ohh, look who's awake again," you giggled and cooed; gently stroking Judith's chubby cheek. "Hey, Jude. You awake, huh?" The sweet moment you shared with the newest member of your group got suddenly interrupted by the sound of a creaking door. You immediately looked up and saw Daryl exiting the corridor which led to the C-Block and strolling straight into your direction; crossbow slung over his shoulder. The look on his face told you that something was up. Most likely nothing good.

He stopped quite a few meters away from you - and out of his son's sight; biting his bottom lip and silently gesturing for you to come over.

You released a breath you didn't know you were holding.

Exchanging a short look with the young girl sitting beside you, you stood up and quickly made your way over to the archer.

"What's wrong, sweetie?" You immediately questioned your man; a concerned frown on your face while you crossed your arms over your chest. "I ain't s'pposed to tell ya, but... This Governor offered Rick a deal. If we are willin' to deliver Michonne, he'll leave us be." "What?" Your frown deepened. "And Rick truly believes that? He wants to take that shot?" Daryl swallowed; head lowered for a moment, before he lifted it again with a grunt. "Wanted to. Me, Rick 'n Merle, but Rick decided against it."

"Thank god. Honestly, Daryl, that wouldn't have been the right decision..." "I know," he huffed in agreement, but started to nibble on his bottom lip again mere seconds later. "Merle's gone 'lone. Captured her 'n left."

Your eyes widened at his words. "Merle did what?!" Your long-term boyfriend nodded. "Gonna go after him 'n try ta stop him. He's my brother. 'S on me." You blinked; needing to process his words. "You want to go after him? Alone?" He nodded and you started to shake your head vehemently. "No, Daryl. No. What if he's already brought her to the Governor? I-I don't want you to get caught in the crossfire!" The archer took a step closer to you; his calloused, yet gentle hands reaching for yours. "I ain't gettin' caught in the crossfire, sunshine. I promise." He gave your hands a firm, reassuring squeeze. "But I gotta do this. He's my brother..."

You took a deep breath, "I know, sweetie - and I absolutely understand that, but... Alone?" You gazed with worry swimming in your eyes into Daryl's; freeing a hand from your man's grasp and lifting it to let your palm rest on his chest. He nodded. "Yeah. Gotta do it alone. Rick can't track for shit 'n the rest ain't havin' a single clue - 'n am certainly not taking Hershel. He's been through 'nough." "I'm going with you then," you stated firmly; giving him a stern look. But Daryl immediately shook his head and scoffed. "Hell nah. I ain't takin' ya with me, darlin'. I ain't putting ya in danger." "Daryl, I-" You tried to stand your ground, but he cut you off immediately. "Nah, Y/N. I need ya to stay here. The group needs ya here, 'kay? If things go south 'n the Governor attacks..." You could see the trouble in his eyes. "Teddy needs his momma. You gotta protect our son."

You held his gaze for quite a while; thinking about Daryl's words. And the longer you thought this through, you realised that he was right.

So, you nodded. "O-Okay, yeah... I... I guess you're right." Daryl sensed your worry, of course and immediately cupped your face in his calloused palms; gently rubbing his thumbs over the apples of your cheeks. "I'll be back 'fore ya know it, sunshine. I love ya, you hear me?" You nodded; giving him a soft smile. "I love you, too. Be careful, yeah?" Daryl nodded and pressed his lips in a firm kiss against your forehead, before he let go of you and went on his way to find Merle and Michonne.

Your eyes followed him; worry still carved on your features.

Small feet on the grey asphalt getting closer to you, caused you to turn your head; seeing how Teddy ran up to you. Of course he had noticed by now that his father was leaving. "Momma? W-Where's daddy going?" Your son asked as he reached you; his sweet face overshadowed by confusion and fear. You knelt down to be on eye-level with him. "He'll be back soon, sweetheart. He has to look after your uncle Merle." The four-year-old frowned. "Uncle Merle is out there alone?" You nodded and gave him a reassuring smile. "He's going to find him."

You knew pretty well, that Teddy was always afraid to lose either you or Daryl, when one needed to put themself in danger. "Your daddy will be back before you know it, bud. Go practice some more, huh?" You said; tucking a curl of his long, chestnut brown hair out of his face and adjusting the red, loose bandana around his neck. "I bet daddy'll be excited for you to show him what you learned." The little boy smiled brightly and nodded; seemingly reassured. "Uh.Huh!" You returned his smile and pressed a kiss on his cheek. "Now go." Teddy nodded once more and stormed off; keeping on practising to use the slingshot.

It was silent for a moment, until Rick's voice urged to your ear once more. "You can take a break, y'know? I can take over." You immediately shook your head; denying Rick's offer. "No. I'll stay here and keep watch." The sheriff had no other choice than to accept your decision. He had learned in the past months that arguing with you in such situations wasn't an option. "A'right," Rick simply said and left you alone again.

It got late. There weren't many hours of sun left and Daryl wasn't back yet. At least Michonne was. Merle had let her go. You were kinda happy about that, but it didn't cease your worries to exist.

"They ain't back yet?" A familiar voice asked you, while you were on watch; hiding behind the wooden plates and steel wire. You turned your head to face Rick; rifle still on aim. "No..." The former sheriff nodded; worry and regret reflecting on his face. "I'll give 'em another hour. If they're not back then, I'm goin' after them." You swallowed hard and bit your lip. "Is Teddy alright?" Another nod from Rick. "Yeah, he's with Carl." "Good." You nodded and turned back around; watching the area closely through the gunsight.

You weren't sure how much more time passed, but by now the sun started to sink and the uneasy feeling within your chest to raise. You knew you couldn't stay out here for much longer, 'cause you wouldn't see a thing. Sighing deeply, you took a last check of the area, then shouldered your rifle and turned to leave. You already wanted to step through the steel door - internally planning to talk Rick into letting you go with him, when you suddenly collided with a firm body, which caused you to stumble backwards. Before you could kiss the ground, two arms reached for you and prevented your fall... Daryl's arms. You blinked; still a bit shocked and looked at the man in front of you. Then it clicked.

"Daryl!" You breathed out relieved and immediately threw your arms around him; "Thank god you're back." hugging him close. The archer didn't say a single word; just engulfed you tightly. Tighter than usual, as you noticed and your brain signalled you instantly that something must be wrong - and suddenly you had a very bad feeling...

You ran your hand through his steadily growing hair; trying to give him some comfort and reassurance - as far as you could, given the circumstance. All you wanted was to be his tower of strength.

"Daryl..." You quietly spoke up after a few endless moments; thumbs starting to caress the clothed skin on his back. "Sweetie, what's wrong? Didn't you find him?" Another few beats of silence passed, in which Daryl had to swallow hard and fight the tears - unbeknownst to you.

"M-Merle's dead," he choked out; causing a wave of shock to ripple through you. You retreated from the hug and cupped Daryl's cheeks; seeing the tears glistening in his blue-grey eyes. "What? H-How?" A heartbreaking sob left the usually so tough and collected man. "D-Dunno... Found him at the meeting place with the Governor. I think tha' asshole killed 'im 'n let... Let him turn." "You... You had to put him down?" He nodded; silent tears running down his cheeks. Your heart broke for him.

"Oh, Daryl..." You immediately wrapped him up in another hug; letting him bury his head in your shoulder and cry. Merle was how he was. You had cursed him more than once for the power he held over Daryl and the influence on his thinking and acting. The older Dixon may have been an asshole - but he was still blood. He was his brother. One of the most important people in Daryl's life. He loved him, without a doubt - and now he was gone.

"I'm so sorry, sweetie... So sorry..." You mumbled into his hair. Daryl just clung onto you and you let him; still holding his body close. "Do the others know?" He nodded against your neck. "A-And does... Does Teddy know?" Now the archer shook his head and slowly retreated from the hug; eyes slightly red from crying. "Nah. Didn't see him yet..." You stood on your tiptoes to press a soft kiss against his lips, before gently taking his hand in yours. "Come." Daryl gave your hand a squeeze and followed you wordlessly.

Teddy sat at one of the tables in the makeshift canteen; eating whatever Carol had cooked for dinner. Everyone you passed by on the way gave Daryl a compassionate look; knowing very well how much he just lost.

Once Teddy's eyes landed on you and his father, the boy was quick to jump to his feet; spoon clattering to the table.

"Daddy!" Teddy shouted and immediately ran over. Despite everything that happened in the past few hours, Daryl couldn't help himself but to smile. He may have lost his brother, but he also got a little boy which loved him to the moon and back. Just like he did.

The archer bend his knees; ready to catch Teddy in his arms - which he did with a grunt; picking him off the ground and hugging him close. "Hey, buddy." The four-year-old old wrapped his arms around his father's neck. Daryl squeezed Teddy's smaller body against his, affectionately ruffling his hair, before he let him down again gently, until both his feet touched the grey prison ground. "Did you find uncle Merle, daddy?" Daryl swallowed hard and proceeded to squat down to be at eye-level with his son. "Yeah, I... I did, buddy, but..." Daryl put both his hands on the boy's small shoulders; blue-grey eyes gazing into his equal ones. "Buddy, he... Your uncle Merle, I... I couldn't save 'im. He's gone, Teddy."

Teddy's young brain needed a moment to process Daryl's words and put one and one together. His face contorted; tears starting to gather in his eyes. The boy always got along so well with Merle. "Uncle Merle is... dead?" Daryl nodded sadly. "'M sorry, buddy."

Merle's death definitely left a scar behind on both, Daryl's and Teddy's heart and soul. It would need some time to heal, without a doubt. Unfortunately, there wasn't much time to grief, since the dangerous threat which was the Governor lurked already behind the next corner...

For another moment, Teddy tried to suppress the tears; tried to be a big boy and don't cry, but he quickly lost the battle. He was just a child after all. Throwing himself into his dad's arms again, he cried. Like you were Daryl's tower of strength earlier, was Daryl now Teddy's tower of strength. He kept holding the boy tightly; not letting go.

You watched the scenes unfold for a while, until you found yourself wiping a tear away as well and squatting down beside your family and joining the hug; wrapping both arms around your men.

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[star-xxx1]

Soft! Abby anderson Hc's

Sfw and Nfsw

Sfw:

Abby treats you like a teddy bear. She'll hold you all day long, not letting you escape her muscular arms. When you try to get up for the day, you're met with 'mh.' She groans as she shoves you back into her front. Or she'll roll onto you, crushing you, comfortably, so you can't get up.

Abby likes to have your company even when you or are she's doing the smallest of things. She's reading? She needs you next to her, she'll read to your or just give you sight loving glances as you rest your head against her shoulder, on your phone. Her big hand comes to rest on your thigh. Are you cooking? Here comes her big amrs around your waist. Pooing? Knock. Knock. "Baby! Hurry up." She whines.

Abby always sends you silly, stupid things. You'll wake up with a lot of messages from her when she's at work. 'Look at this' or 'Reminds me of you', and it'll be a little gremlin terwking.

Abby spoils you, but she likes to spend most of her money on arts and crafts. You love doing them together. Sitting on, her lap at the table as you both make little cute things chatting and listening to music.

Abby is a lana listen. After all, she is just a girl. (Definitely not a mass murder) she loves laying in between your legs onto your soft tummy as you brush and braid her long, beautiful hair.

Abby loves giving and receiving massges her big muscles can get tight and sore it's up to you to solve it, delicate hands on her big soft body, and for you, she knows you get stressed or overwhelmed at times and her hands soothing on you helps and calms you so much.

Abby loves when you run into her arms. The smile of your cute face, she would kill for. Along Your scent, your arms in Genral wrapping around her, just everything about you. It's not like you both are unhealthy obsessed with each other, right? (Yeah, you guys totally are) At the end of the day, you're all she needs, all she could ever want. She needs you to live and function without, well she wouldn't even dare think about that.

Nsfw:

Abby straps rubs deliciously against her raw puffy clit as She pounds your greedy cunt. You love her whimpers and tiny moans as she desperately chases after her high, abusing your twitching hole. The view of such a strong woman on top of you struggling to keep her composure is the most intoxicating thing you have ever seen. "Hm, f'uck baby." she slurs her words so drunk on pleasure. Like a bitch in heat.

Abby loves fucking you till your heads a mess. Your face buried in the pillow, your little cries, she soothes you. She knows your limits and won't push them. You can take some oversimulation. "Shhh, precious girl, you can take it, take it for your abs." She cooes into your ear, strap buried so deep inside, smothering your cervix with kisses.

Abby sometimes needs to be put in her place. You'll tie her down to the bed and eat her out for hours, her muscular thighs shaking around your head, squeezing you so tight you think your head might explode. But you loved it and her moans when you fuck her with the strap on is so sweet to hear.

Abby and you love praise and constantly praise each other through sex, holding each other close during or after. She adores the hickeys she leaves on your neck and the firey red scratches you leave on her back. You both would look like you had a fight to death as soon as you exited the bedroom. All because of your passion.

Abby's holds onto your waist her legs keep yours open as she play with your pussy, all messy and swollen. She whispers into your ear about her love for you. All you can do is mindlessly nod as she continues to pull orgasm after orgasm out of you, your juices flowing out onto the bed.

She's soft when she knows you need it and you're the same for her. All you both want to do is pleasure each other. Slow cuddle sex is one of her favourites. Deep thrusts, as she holds you close, sloppily making out with you. It's definitely one of her favourites and a regular.

Aftercare is so important, and you both love cleaning together and cuddling. You guys would both offer water and food depending on who is fucked out. But the sleep after is great. Knowing you'll forever be in her arms is the most comforting thing you've ever known, and you love it.

[squinch-depraved]

plllsssss write more for that virgin au i fell in love with it!! i would love to read about schlatt finding out about charlie by accident

ok here's how schlatt finds out about what went down between you and charlie, v short just to get us to the next part where our boy teddy gets to have some fun so stay tuned for that :3

charlie is just. unable to look schlatt in the eyes.

like, he feels so guilty.

even though he didn't technically do anything wrong, charlie feels horrible for breaking down and asking you to sleep with him

and he's got a few hickeys visible, despite his best efforts at covering them up

so ted's all, "ooh, someone got some this weekend!"

and he tries to get charlie to open up about it

but he just mumbles something about not wanting to talk about it and moves on

schlatt flags this as weird, but ted just shrugs and says charlie doesn't have to talk about it if he doesn't want to

but schlatt just can't move on from it.

charlie looks guilty.

he never looks guilty.

what did he do?

schlatt has to figure it out; he's got this feeling in his gut that something's wrong about the whole situation

but he just keeps studying, waiting to see if he can gather any extra information

and he does.

charlie makes the mistake of leaving his phone out, face up, when he goes to talk to a friend about something that happened in one of their classes

a text from you lights up the screen, and ted, sitting next to charlie, reads it first

for schlatt, the phone is upside down, so it takes him a minute

but once he processes your message, he's piecing it together in his mind and his blood runs hot

"'i'm not going to be the one to tell him. you're the one who begged for it, you have to explain to him what we did.'"

he repeats the message out loud once more and slams his books closed, shoving his things into his bag and furiously slinging it over his shoulder

"dude, you aren't even together, you can't control them," ted reasons, trying to salvage the hangout

charlie saunters back over, face falling once he checks his phone and sees schlatt towering over the table with a scowl on his face

"hope it was worth it, man," he mutters, voice laced with anger

"i- i didn't mean to hurt-"

"doesn't matter. i'll see you guys later," schlatt spits out, stalking away from the table and slamming through the library doors

it's silent for a bit before ted speaks

"he'll get over it. give him some time."

"...i hope so."

"he will, he just needs time to realize he doesn't have any say in what y/n does and he'll be over it like that."

ted snaps his fingers with the last word and receives a shhh from an attendant shelving books nearby

"maybe. he really likes them, though. i think i might have actually fucked up this time, ted. it was incredible, but i don't know if it was worth losing schlatt's friendship."

charlie runs a hand through his hair and blows out a frustrated exhale

"maybe he would be less mad if i slept with them too?" ted asks, more wondering aloud to himself than anything

"because then he would have to be mad at both of us," he says as he works through his thought

"and then you wouldn't feel as bad about being the only one to do it!"

charlie just stares at him for a bit

"are you fucking serious, dude? you're gonna make it that much worse?"

"look, man, if i sleep with her, and tell him, he'll be mad at me too, thus taking some of the blame off you. do you see what i'm getting at?"

"yes, dude, i see what you're getting at, but it's a shitty plan and he's just gonna kill both of us."

"...we shall see," ted answers with a sense of finality, grinning as he packs up his stuff

"i'll let you know how it goes." he smirks down at charlie one last time before pulling his phone out of his pocket to check it

"you're an idiot!" charlie whisper-yells as ted struts away

but ted just raises one hand, middle finger sticking up, and exits the library, determined to get in on the bliss that his best friends had experienced so he would no longer be the only virgin in the group

he's humiliated that he's the last one left, but a trip to your apartment will surely change that

so he takes a deep breath, adjusts his bag, and walks to the side of campus that your home's on, excited to see how this whole situation will unfold

[slayfics]

Valentine’s Day with Katsuki.

1,500 words~

You trailed behind Katsuki after classes as you both returned to the dorms.

"Hey," he mumbled. "What do you have planned for tomorrow?" he asked as he walked ahead of you with his hands jammed into his pockets.

"Nothing other than classes," You responded.

Katsuki grunted, "Well what do you want then?"

Tomorrow was Valentine's Day, and the rest of your classmates had been buzzing excitedly about their plans and who their valentine was.

You and Katsuki have had some... type of relationship for a while now. While it was never defined, you knew he felt some affection towards you. It surprised you that he had semi-acknowledged what tomorrow was at all, given how much trouble he had expressing any emotions other than anger.

"I don't want anything Bakugo," You answered honestly. You didn't feel like you needed any stuffed animals or chocolates to prove to others your connection with Katsuki was real. It was already obvious by the way he never protested your company like he did his other classmates.

"Tch- fine then where do you want to go?" he asked as he slowed down a bit, although still walking slightly ahead of you.

"I don't care, as long as I get to spend time with you," you said pulling at his arm and bringing his hand out of his pocket.

"You're so damn cheesy," He complained, as you interlaced your fingers with his. His walking slowed even more, matching your pace now. "Just meet me after class then- I'll figure something out, alright?"

"Ok," You agreed happily.

The next day was full of excitement around the U.A. campus, several students walked around with teddy bears and various other gifts from their partners.

Classes kept you busy and couldn't talk to Katsuki much. It was nice to see your other classmates so excited about their plans and gifts, but it made you even more anxious for the day to end.

Would Katsuki really have planned something, you wondered?

Finally, after what felt like entirely too long, your class was released. Madness ensued as others showed off their gifts or made their way out to plans.

Katsuki made his way out of the class avoiding any conversations with anyone. You slipped out and followed behind him. You were a little hurt he hadn't said anything to you and exited so quickly, but you knew he hated these things and wouldn't want to express anything around your classmates.

Katsuki heard your footsteps behind him and called out to you, "You ready brat?"

You quickened your pace to catch up to him, "Yeah- but ready for what?"

"We got a bit of a walk so- I don't want to hear any complaining from you. Got it?" He barked.

"Yeah, no problem," you agreed. "But- where are we going?"

"You'll see when we get there!" He snapped.

Katsuki was right, the walk was long. And for the most part, it was filled with awkward silence. You couldn't think of anything to say to him, and Katsuki was wrapped up in his own thoughts, anxious about what he planned.

Finally, his stride slowed as you both approached the shore of the closest beach to the U.A. campus.

"We're here," he announced.

You looked at the beach and back at him stunned. He chose to bring you both to the beach? Ever since you were a kid, you loved the beach, the feel of the sand, the sound of the waves, and the feel of the mist on your face. You remembered only mentioning your love of the beach to Katsuki once- long ago at the start of your time at U.A., had he really remembered that?

Katsuki squinted and took in your reaction, trying to make sense of it. Your eyes were wide, and you were speechless. He didn't understand if that was good or bad.

"What? Is it too dumb? I know it's winter but-, fuck it let's go back then," He deiced and tried to walk away.

"No!" You yelled and grabbed his arm. "This is- really sweet Bakugo. Did you- really remember I liked the beach?" You asked.

"Duh- you don't shut up about it," he said grumpily taking off his school bag, pulling out a blanket, and making his way to the sand.

You laughed. You definitely only told him once. It shocked you that he had committed it to memory.

Katsuki laid the blanket on the sand and sat down, "Well? You going to join me or keep standing there dumb ass?" He asked.

You hurried over to the blanket and sat down next to him, your shoulder grazing his.

"Tch- you always like to be so close, don't you?" he complained.

You scooted away giving him some space.

"You didn't have to move- it's fine," he said much quieter and he looked away from you pretending to look at something down the shoreline.

You giggled and scooted back.

"You hungry? I made food," he said and pulled out two containers from his bag.

"Are you serious?"

"What!? What's wrong with that?!" he asked defensively.

"Nothing! It's' just- eating dinner while watching the sunset on the beach- it's really romantic. The best Valentine's Day I've ever had." You smiled at him.

"Shut the hell up. It's not like it was that hard," he grumbled as he held out the food for you to grab while he looked the opposite way, intent on hiding the blush that took over his face.

You grabbed the food and undid the container, "This looks really good. You made it?" You asked.

"Yeah- it's just rice, tofu, and some vegetables. Nothing crazy." He said and started taking bites.

"It's perfect, I love it. You're an amazing cook," You complimented.

Katsuki just shrugged his shoulders.

"So, I um- I got you something," you said.

"What?" His gaze snapped to you in surprise.

"It's nothing big but," You reached for your school bag and brought out your gift. You meant to hand it nicely to him, but your nervousness caused you to almost throw it at him. Luckily Katsuki didn't care, instead, he was focused on your gift: a hot sauce bottle with a red ribbon around it.

"You got me hot sauce?" he asked with an indecipherable look on his face.

"Yeah! I know you like spicy stuff- but now that I'm here, I'm thinking about it- that was probably a really dumb Valentine's gift, wasn't it? I'm sorry," you said embarrassed.

Katsuki looked at the bottle a bit longer before answering, "It's not dumb. I haven't tried this one. Been wanting to," he said as he opened it and put some on his food.

"It's good," he said after taking a bite. "It's actually hot, unlike the other ones back in the kitchen in the dorms. Keeping this one in my room for sure." He said, placing it in his bag.

You smiled as you both finished up the last of the food Katsuki made.

"Hey, do you- mind if I take a picture?" You asked, voice shaking a bit unsure of how Katsuki would respond.

"I don't care," he responded.

You took out your phone and snapped a photo of you both. Your smile beamed through the photo, and Katsuki's neutral smile spoke volumes compared to his usual scowl and furrowed brows.

"Do you- care if I post it?" You asked.

"Do what you want," he said packing away the food containers.

You quickly tagged him and posted the photo to your profile.

"Sun is basically gone now and it's getting cold, you ready to head back?" He asked.

"Almost," you said looking at him with puppy dog eyes.

"Hu? What's that look for?" He asked.

You didn't know how to tell Katsuki you wanted to kiss him, instead your eyes just rested on his lips.

"Speak up brat!" He barked.

"I uh- can I... kiss you?" You managed to say but looked away afraid to look at his reaction.

"Not if you don't turn this way," he said smartly. Katsuki put his hand under your chin and guided your lips to his for a kiss that felt too short and yet seemed to stop time simultaneously.

That was until-

"OH MY GOD!" You exclaimed, placing your hands over your lips.

"What?!" He yelled confused.

"ITS HOT!" You yelled.

Katsuki exploded with laughter at understanding, the hot sauce he had was now burning your lips up as you weren't used to spice like he was.

"Don't laugh!" You said and playfully smacked his shoulder.

"You should see your face! You're completely red!" he said practically kneeling over in laughter.

"Whatever let's go back!" You said standing up.

Once Katsuki was done laughing, he stood up and put the blanket away.

"So that was the hottest kiss you ever had then?" He said playfully at you.

"In more ways than one," You teased back as you both made your way back to the dorms.

Later in the night, you were surprised to get a notification that Katsuki had re-posted the photo of you both.

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[mysteriousrainsworld]

a funfair date

pairing: bf! yunho x gf! reader

genre: fluff, slice of life

summary: you’ve been wanting to go to the funfair to relive your childhood. now that you’re with yunho, you can make even better memories.

word count: 2.5k (2,515)

warnings: uhh reader is a bit (maybe a lot) shy, yunho leaves (only for a bit!) and she feels a little anxious, bf! yunho understands her needs better than her, uhh anything else and there’d be no point in reading?😭 OH pet names: baby (overused i’m sorry😓), my love, honey, my precious baby

author’s note: this was very self indulgent lol. my first ever fic 😱 i’ve had so many ideas but this is the first that i actually fully wrote cos i just wanna go to the funfair rn and would it be so bad to go with yunho :/. anyways, hope you love it and i would appreciate feedback 😋 ALSO ignore any grammatical errors lmao i went back and forth so much trying to make it all present tense but my brain hurt :/ leave me alone regarding that lol. enjoyyy!

“one sec, baby, i’ll be right back.”

your eyes widen as your boyfriend leaves your side. you turn to view his retreating figure, too embarrassed because of the people behind you in line to call out to him.

“y-yunho…?” you murmur, confused and a bit anxious as to why he suddenly left you alone.

“next!”

it was hook a duck, a game at funfairs you played often and loved as a child. you were so excited to be here with yunho, wanting to experience the loud lights in the dark hours of winter at 5pm. yet now it seemed like you were going to do the first activity by yourself. you’re given the rod and you aim for a duck to latch onto. as you’re about to hook one on, yunho’s voice hits your ears causing you to knock into the duck you were about to catch. before the stand owner could sense a failure, you quickly hook your duck, smiling to the owner for your prize but then glaring at yunho for his interruption and his prior exit. he’s oblivious to this though, eyeing the prizes as if he had a choice.

“so, what would you like?”

you turn your face to the multitude of plushies that came in all sizes, yet you knew for this game you could only have a small one.

“hmmm…”

“baby, they have the me to you tatty teddy bear! you love those.”

it was true, for some reason that bear was precious to you since you were young and as much as you wanted to refute yunho because of your slight annoyance with him, you couldn’t deny your love for that specific teddy.

“i’ll have that one, please.”

“here you go.”

“thank you!” you beam at the owner before turning around, walking towards the rides with your teddy in tow.

“where on earth did you go? you left me all alone,” you pout at yunho with furrowed brows.

“i went to get this.” only now do you realise he was hiding his hands away from your vision. he shows you the cotton candy he got and you make a face.

“yunho, you know i don’t like that.”

he pouts back at you, “oh, i know baby, that’s why i got you this.”

that’s when you see what he was hiding with his other hand: a blue and red slushie. your desperation to continue being annoyed with him wasn’t as big as your need to have something sweet on your tongue, so you take the large cup from him and relish in the taste. he grins at you, happy to see you satisfied.

“thank you, yunho.”

“no worries, baby. where to next?”

you look around at the rides, pretending to wonder about what to first ride on when you knew you already had made a plan before your trip. yunho knew this too but pretends to wonder with you.

“how about the…”

“the…”

you giggle as you look at him with hearts in your eyes, “the miami trip ride?”

“perfect, baby. lead the way.”

you wrap your arm around his and walk towards the ride, yunho putting his cotton candy stick in the bin on the way. as you approach the line, the usual nerves overtake you. you sip on some of your slushie hoping to keep calm but yunho can sense your nervousness.

“hey. baby.”

“yeah?”

“i’m excited,” he smiles at you so wide his glasses bunch up on his nose.

despite your nerves, yunho’s words help you voice your own excitement, “me too! i can’t wait.” you smile at him, grateful for his grounding presence.

finally, you’re allowed access to the seats of the ride. yunho knew you didn’t like sitting next to strangers so he sits next to you whilst you sit on the end. as soon as everyone is seated, the ride starts, slowly at first and then building momentum, going faster and faster which caused your stomach to have butterflies every time the ride came rushing down. it wasn’t too high but you could still get an overall view of the park, allowing your mind to capture the full picture of the aesthetic of the funfair. soon, the ride comes to an end and yunho helps you out. you pick up your slushie from where you had placed it on the ground and grab yunho’s hand to lead him to the next ride, adrenaline coursing through you.

luckily there was space for more people to join so you and yunho were admitted into the tagada ride without having to wait in line.

you sit in the middle where there was space and the ride begins. similar to the other ride, you were going at a soft pace until the conductor wanted to shake things up and started making it spin faster, making more bumps occur. a few times your legs lift into the air with your arms held onto the railing behind you. to stop you from momentarily levitating, yunho placed one of his long legs over your lap, securing you in place. you may not admit it but this is what you wanted the outcome of this ride to be: you held by him. you heart flutters but you try not to let your giddiness at his action show too much. he seemed content with keeping you safe and that was enough for the both of you. some other people did fall and you felt bad for finding it funny so you tried to hide your face behind yunho’s shoulder. eventually, the fun was over and you both headed to the next ride, not as disorientated as everyone else.

you once again had yunho’s hand in yours and was about to beeline to the next ride when he pulls you back. it was a bit comic, the way your leg stuck out only to fall back into his arms.

“how about we take a five minute break, yeah?” he speaks into your ear. it tickles but you couldn’t help the smirk that falls over your features.

you face him. “why? you getting scared?”

he chuckles at you. “no, baby, just thinking we don’t wanna waste all our energy now and be too tired to enjoy the rest of our time.”

he looks at you knowingly and you lower your gaze to the side. he was talking about you of course, since you tended to get overexcited when you were happy and that led to early burnout.

“okay, let’s find a bench to sit on.”

due to it being the middle of winter, the cold bit at exposed fingertips and noses with a dark azure blanket covering the park, which meant there weren’t as many people at the funfair than there would have been during the summer. you didn’t mind this at all, savouring the music from the rides travelling through the air.

“come here, baby.” yunho wraps one of his arms around you to pull you closer.

“yunho, i’m about to sit on your lap!”

“so? sit on it.”

“nooo! people will see us.”

“and? we’re just tryna keep warm.”

“i’m warm enough,” you huff at him.

“i want you to be warm more than enough.”

you look at yunho’s face and see the sincerity in it. the bright lights surrounding you two reflect from his glasses, looking like he was shooting stars from his eyes.

“being here with you is more than enough. i’m content. even tho the weather is freezing, i feel warm when i’m with you.”

because of the cold, because of your words, whichever it was, a light pink tint crept upon yunho’s face. you wanted to kiss him, just a peck, maybe even on the nose but your awareness of other people made you hold back. just as you were about to turn to get up, yunho’s face drops to yours and places a sweet kiss on your lips. he lingers but not for long, speaking just a breath away from you, “i love you.” it was your turn to blush.

before your shyness could overtake you, yunho gets up holding your hand and leads you to the next ride.

“wait, how did you know this was next?”

“mmm, just had an inkling.” he winks at you and you shake your head laughing.

it was time for one of your all time childhood favourites.

after waiting in line for less than five minutes, you and yunho sit in a cart and push the barrier over yourselves to make sure you were secure so that you wouldn’t fall out. when everyone was ready, the ride came to life, with its blinding lights and powerful music. you start moving forward, going up and down as if riding the waves of a smooth ocean. it starts to pick up pace and after a few minutes, your cart begins spinning, turning side to side. it felt like you were in a chaotic ballroom, where the moves were the same but harsher and with upbeat tunes. you fight to keep your eyes open, the intensity making you want to just snuggle against yunho. but you keep your hands on the handle and continue to enjoy the ride.

when it ends, you have to hold onto yunho for support, feeling a bit dizzy. he grasps your waist as he gets you both out of the ride and back on the ground.

“wow.”

“you okay, baby?”

“yeah, that was … a lot than i remember. but i’m okay! but… can we sit down… heh…?”

“of course we can, my love.” yunho smiles as he guides you to the bench you were sat on previously. he didn’t sit down with you, choosing to stand with his arms crossed, looking around as you gather your senses.

“hey, baby. how bout we go on the teacups?” he quirks an eyebrow.

“the teacups?” they aren’t a part of your plan, yet you don’t want to say no either. if you ride them for a bit, it would allow you more time to spend with yunho, and that was the whole point of today. “okay, help me up.”

he grabs both of your hands and then you make your way to the multicoloured teacups awaiting someone to sit in them.

it was getting late, meaning no children were scrambling to get on and you guessed maybe the remaining adults didn’t want to ride a stereotypical children’s ride, which was a bonus for you.

“go on, baby, go pick one.”

you didn’t think about it and just walked until you felt satisfied.

“i see, your favourite colour, honey.”

“oh. oh yeah.” maybe that’s why the green one felt right to you.

the teacups started moving and the whole ride was relatively slow, but that didn’t bother you as you felt calm. you and yunho spin your own teacup for a bit of fun but you mainly enjoyed each other’s presence, basking in the warm glow of the lights above.

it ends sooner than you expect. you drag your tired legs from the teacup and hold yunho’s hand as you both get off the ride. it was time for the next phase of your plan but it didn’t feel right to carry out yet. you didn’t know what to do in the meantime, eyes desperately flicking between the stands and rides that surrounded you.

yunho gasps, which scares you. “what?”

he points at a truck towards his left, a little closer to the end of the park. “churros.”

“oh,” you sigh in relief. “you want some?”

“do you?”

“hmm, yeah actually. let’s get some.” you smile up at him as you hold onto his arm, making your way there.

once you acquire the churros with the accompanying chocolate dip, you feel it’s the right moment.

“yunho, let’s have these whilst we ride the ferris wheel.”

he looks at you with a mixture of surprise and awe. “baby, that’s such a good idea. let’s go.”

finally, the last stop of the day. there were a few other couples getting on the ferris wheel as well, which annoyed you slightly, but you were grateful for the ride conductor for spacing out the people between the carts.

you get in with yunho and your churros, sitting down facing each other. at first, you sit in silence, the pair of you quietly enjoying the sweet treat, occasionally looking out down below. once you finish eating, you could only stare at yunho. shyness crept upon you for a second time that day and you try to avoid eye contact with him. you wanted this alone time together but could hardly handle being alone with him so intimately, let alone initiate anything.

yunho continues to look at your flustered figure, noticing how stiff your body was compared to your eyes flittering all around the cart. he tilts his head with a light smile, finding it cute how hot and bothered you became around him.

without a word, he pulls you onto his lap. you were about to pull away but this only made him hold you closer.

“shh, baby. we’re all alone. we’ll be fine.”

as he said that, the cart stops and you look out the window to see you were at the very top. just like you wanted.

yunho could sense you were too shy to make a move you had planned to make so he wanted to help you. he moves his face to yours so he could look straight into your eyes. you felt yourself warm up, contrary to the weather outside. holding onto his collar, you make yourself look back into his eyes, even if that had you slightly quivering.

“baby,” he speaks on your lips and your eyelids flutter. you will yourself to not shut them completely, resuming the staring contest.

he smiles against you. “ba-“ before he could finish the word, you press you face to his to close the gap, lightly kissing him. after a few (very long) seconds, you pull away, your eyes wide as if you didn’t expect yourself to make the first move. but you did, and yunho was so proud of you.

“my precious baby, kissing me first, hm?” you were ready to hide your face in his chest but he places his hands on your cheeks to keep you in place. “i loved it, should do it more often.” you whine at his words but you both knew how much that filled you with confidence.

the ride starts again, taking you down to the surface where you would have to depart. you wrap you arms around yunho’s neck and whisper in his ear, “i love you, yunho.” even though you were the only ones who would have heard it, your soft voice highlights the vulnerability you feel in the moment.

“i know, baby. i love you too.”

as you near the bottom, yunho gently places you on the seat you were sitting on opposite him and soon the doors open. you look at each other as you have everything you needed, walking out with your hands entwined and your tatty teddy bear in the other.

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OP81 | Hard work ☁︎

Summary: After the biggest exam of her entire life, y/n found Oscar in front of her university, waiting for her.

Warning: fluff, anxious reader?

A/N: Just had some inspiration for that after one exam I had and totally fucked up it lol

MASTERLIST requests are open

Her hand hurts, she can't write anymore. Her copies filled with blue pen in front of her, she read it again one last time until the time limit rings.

A weight immediately lifts from her shoulders. She knows she succeeded. She didn't spend nights and days behind her computer, scribbling things on her notepad and repeating her lessons to Oscar for nothing.

She untied her hair down, puts her pens in her pencil case and puts it in her bag. She puts her coat on her back and grabs her copies. She puts her bag on her back, places her copies in the storage area and heads towards the exit of the building.

She closes her coat as she walks, putting on her mittens and shoving her hands in her pockets.

The cold of winter is felt. She pulls up her coat to hide her chin and leaves the building. Her cheeks and nose quickly turn red from the cold as she walks towards the gate.

Once on the other side of it, she walks towards the street which leads to the metro, to return home.

Her friends suggested that they spend time together in their usual little café but she preferred to refuse, knowing that she would be too tired after her exam.

She continues walking a few meters before seeing her boyfriend, leaning against his car, a coffee in his hand and looking at her, a big smile on his face.

She smiles when she sees him and walks more quickly towards him. She takes refuge directly in his arms, on the verge of crying. After all the stress she has accumulated, all the work she has done, she has every right to take a break. He hugged her tightly, warping his warm arms around her waist.

''I'm so proud of you my love.'' She can't help but blush a little more when she hears his compliment, his australian accent still makes her fall in love even more.

She separates from him, taking the coffee that he offers her.

''Don't burn yourself.'' She nodded quickly and took a sip of the warm liquids.

''Thank you baby.'' He kissed her forehead and opened the passenger door for her.

She sits there and Oscar sits next to her, behind the wheel. He starts the engine and drives them to their shared flat.

Throughout the trip, she talks to him about his exam. Passing by the two hundred and thirty three bananas that a man bought in a problem to triangular figures mixing the theorem of Pythagoras and Thales.

He listens to her, without interrupting her, taking advantage of her voice that he hasn't heard all day.

Once home, she continues talking about her exam. She speaks faster and faster and spreads the subject even more. And Oscar feels that it makes her stressed to talk about it.

So he cuts her off, ''Y/n, don't you want to stop talking about that ? You always speak fast when you're stressed.''

She sighed. Not in a disappointing way, but more because she knows that he's right.

''Yeah sorry if I bother you with that.'' She simply says, taking off her shoes and coat.

''You never bother me love. I just said that for you to relax.'' He takes a hanger to hang his and her coat.

They both walk towards the kitchen, she is already taking the milk out of the fridge and him rummaging on the shelf to get two cups.

It's a little ritual that they both have. Every time, when one or the other is stressed, they prepare hot chocolates. Because it's not a secret that Oscar loves chocolate and it's not a secret that y/n loves the feelings of hot liquids.

He puts the cups full of milk in the microwave and takes out the cocoa. She rummages through a shelf and pulls out some little chocolate marshmallow teddy bears.

Once the milk is hot, Oscar adds the cocoa to the two cups and a few teddy bears to his cup.

''I will never be able to understand how you drink your chocolate with teddy bears.'' She always hated putting teddy bears in her chocolate. Not that she doesn't like marshmallows, but she hates anything that's hard and gets mushy (Without a second thought).

''You don't know what you're missing.'' She puts a few bears in her mouth and eats them.

''Na you, you don't know what you're doing.'' He giggles and steals a few bears from her hands to eat it.

''Hey! I'm going to tell Mark what you're doing !''

He kisses her cheeks, putting one of his hands in her lower back, heading her towards the couch. They sit in, they cups of hot chocolate in hand, a warm blanket on them.

She is looking for a new series to watch on Netflix, Oscar eating his teddy bear with his spoon.

When she finally finds something good to watch, she takes a sip of her chocolate and gets a little closer to Oscar.

They end the day like that, in front of their series, cuddling each other.