#also the fact that they appear to be wearing jeans to SLEEP

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A muted shade of green ✧ Chapter 3: X marks the spot

genre: finally some fluff! still some angst, but some fluff too!

word count: 5804

pairing: reader x spencer reid

description: you need spencer back home. so spencer comes back home. simple as that.

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“She knows who I am.” 

That is the sentence that sets off Plan B. 

Spencer’s instructions are clear: call Penelope and go to the BAU. Office Kaper is to stay with you at all times until you enter the FBI and even then, he will personally deliver you to her caring hands, and for once, you don’t argue. In what has been a very dark past few days, you think that Penelope’s bright colours might do you well. “I have to close the shop,” You tell him on the phone, already changing from your sleeping shorts into some jeans, but keeping his hoodie. Right now, you’re not focused on appearances; you’re focused on getting the hell out of there. 

“That’s fine, but keep Officer Kaper with you. Was the envelope delivered to my place?”

“No,” You breathe out, backpack on and ready to go. Nodding to man that has become your loyal companion, the two of you walk out of the building like any civilian couple. It’s unsettling, watching a man that is not Spencer wear his clothes, but he had to blend in so you two didn’t stand out. 

“And he’s wearing my clothes?” 

You turn to look at Officer Kaper and you snort despite the situation. “As best as he can, though he is considerably shorter than you, Spence.”

“You’re calling me Spence,” He says, and even his voice sounds a bit more at ease. Somehow, in the midst of this craziness, you two find time to ease back into what once was and you manage a small smile despite the anxiety rushing through you. “I missed that.”

“I miss you,” Is what you say back, and you blame it on the adrenaline of being outside, so open and vulnerable to prying eyes. “I… I feel safer when you’re here.”

“I know,” You swear you hear something skin to a smile on his voice. “I’m on my way back.” 

“Yeah, in like three days,” Talking on the phone and closing your shop is no easy feat. You’re no genius and having to split your focus onto two different tasks is quite hard, but you manage. You don’t want to let him go yet, scared that one you can’t hear his voice, he’ll be as good as gone. 

“No, I’m on the jet right now, I should be landing in an hour.”

You shouldn’t feel this happy about having Spencer come back this soon and probably in the middle of an active case, but when a psychotic killer starts sending you handwritten letters, you feel entitled to being a little selfish, even if guilt and anxiety are mixed it like the perfect emotional cocktail. “You didn’t have to,” You say, biting your nails when you finally grab everything you need and lock the door behind you. “Spence, I– thank you.” 

“You need me home,” Is all he says before announcing he has to go.

The silence doesn’t make things easier. Now that you don’t have to split your mind in two to multitask, you can fixated on the fact that this is serious. This is quite serious– Cat Adams has just confirmed she knows you. She has also, however, confirmed she does not know where you are, and just like you told yourself before, you have to believe that there is something better than this out there. There is a moment in time, reserved and crafted by the sisters of fate, in which Cat Adams gets bored with you. You are no longer a struggling rat under the weight of her paws, and she is no longer entranced by how you try to wriggle out of maniacal grasp. In another moment, another sliver of an alternate reality, Cat never even finds out who you are. You like that reality a bit better, because then you also don’t know who she is, and the knowledge of her presence and her impact on Spencer’s life is as weightless as a feather. 

While the city passes by you, the taxi ride to the FBI not as quick as you’d like with the early morning traffic, you allow yourself one more scenario. One more reality. 

In this one, you live in an apartment with muted green walls. Your furniture is that fancy, dark shade of oak and you don’t have to keep your books on the store; instead, you have space to add them to your decoration. You have shelves and shelves of books lining your walls and you think you’ve never seen anything more beautiful than that place. The windows, large and usually covered by cream blinds, are open to allow some sunshine inside. In this reality, you’ve told Spencer all about the benefits of sunlight to your books– none of them true, of course, but he still pretends to believe you, and he still opens the windows before leaving for work. This time around, you dream big– in this alternate life, Spencer never even met Cat Adams. He never even applied to the FBI, in this odd, hallmark version of your story. It doesn’t really matter what he does, but all that matters is that you get to be with him. You get to wake up next to him, to talk to him, to call him… hell, you even get to kiss him! 

This reality, as utopian as it seems, it’s fragile, though. Unrealistic. Spencer loves his job, you know that now. A world where you keep him from it can’t truly be a perfect world, not when he’d be so, so unhappy without his team standing next to him. “Ma’am,” Officer Kaper calls. “We’re here.” 

“Oh!” Grabbing your backpack, you follow him inside, feeling a bit awkward at the way people started at your with puzzled looks on their faces. “Wait! Before you leave, this is for you! You mentioned your daughter likes stories and that she’s about five or so, so these should be fun!” Children’s book is one of your secret passions, and you’re happy to see him smiling as he looks through the titles. 

“You really didn’t have to, Miss Y/L/N.”

“I really wanted to, though,” You smile. You need some light in your life as you walk those beige hallways. “Let me know if she wants more– her dad is a hero, so we have a special deal at the store for you.” 

“I’ll tell little Jane that a very nice lady from work gave her new books then,” He says, nodding as Penelope rushes to your side. “Call me if you need anything else, Miss Y/L/N, I’m happy to help. If it makes you feel better, you’ve been dealing with this exceptionally well. It can’t be easy.”

The validation has you pursing your lips, trying to hold back the need to hug him. In no way, shape, or form are you two close– to be honest, this is the most you’ve spoken with Officer Kaper during the forty-eight hours you spent together; and yet, his opinion seems to mean something to you. Your hands hide behind your back and you exhale sharply, nodding at him, eyes glassing over with emotion. “Thank you,” You whisper, head whipping at the familiar sound of heels waddling down the hall. “I’ll uh, I’ll go… but thank you. For everything.” 

He just nods, leaving with a wave and a smile. 

���Either you joined the FBI since we last saw each other or this sweatshirt belongs to a certain genius man,” Penelope says, looking at you with the ghost of a smile. If you didn’t know any better, 

“What? Oh. Yeah, I borrowed it from Spence,” You mumble, hands nervously fidgeting with your backpack. There isn’t much of anything inside, and you think you got flustered when you had Spencer on the phone telling you to get ready to go. All you remember is packing your toothbrush, a couple of books, and some underwear. “Oh, sweet girl,” Penelope sighs, her arm light on your shoulders, guiding you through those horrid halls. You think you hate the FBI headquarters more than you hate Cat Adams, and that is saying something. “Everything will be okay. Boy genius is on it, and he’ll figure this out in no time.”

“Seven days is quite a lot of time,” It’s not fair, how your words make her frown, but you have no one else. The words tumble out of your mouth before you can control them because this is what you’ve been dying to do since you first left that goddamned office, seven fucking days ago. And that is your regret– not talking to Spencer when you had the chance, not letting him talk to you, not… not letting him be therefor you. “God, seven days is a lot– it’s a whole week! I don’t know what you believe in, but if you’re Catholic, God created the Earth in seven days and– well, six days and Sunday he rested, but honestly, semantics. And it’s a whole week, one-fourth of a month. Seven days, and– and–“

“I am not judging you, because I am the biggest yapper of this team,” Penelope cuts right in, hand up in the air between you two. “But you need to breathe. I know seven days is a lot. And I hate that you’re in a position that you feel like you need to count the days. But there are no better people to have on your corner than this team. I promise you, Y/N, and– look!” She shakes her phone in front of your face. “Lover boy just landed! He’ll be here soon, so for now, please sit down and drink some tea?”

The door in the end of many, many hallways later is her office. You don’t really understand the juxtaposition of Penelope Garcia, and that’s okay– you might not understand her, but at least, with her, it feels like what you see is what you get. She wears her authenticity on her sleeve and you actually feel at ease around her because of it. There is not an ounce of ambiguity, not a shred of secrecy coming from her. She looks at you– really looks at you– and in her eyes you know how she feels. Penelope, unlike the rest of the team, is not a trained profiler, and even though you are quite limited in your knowledge of what exactly a profiler like Morgan and JJ does, the internet provided you with enough general background that you know just how… proficient… they are in hiding their own selves from the world. Apparently it’s a part of the job, but at one point, you have to wonder just how intrinsic is the job and their overall selves, and if when Spencer comes back home, does he leaves the job behind or is he always on the clock?

“Here, it chamomile,” The mug is bright pink and purple, and despite the room being dark and cold, you see how she has made it her own. The figurines and stickers on the screens around you make you smile weakly, sipping on the tea while sitting down next to her. Her screens are locked, and you are thankful for that– it makes you feel like at least someone is trying to separate you and the world you never wanted to know existed. “How are you feeling?”

You shrug a little, finger running around the rim of the cup. “I… I’m scared. And this feels really stupid, you know? It’s not even about me, but I’m the one kicking a fuss about everything,” Shaking your head, you let out a big exhale, like you have been holding it in for the longest time. “All because of a silly crush, oh my god…” 

“Wait… Wha– What…?” 

“I know,” You laugh at yourself, that type of chuckle that is so dry and void that even you worry. Underneath it all, underneath all the anger and the confusion and the disbelief, you think you just feel… dumb. You feel stupid. Like you’ve played yourself, and poor Spencer doesn’t even know. “How stupid am I? Getting a serial killer on my back, all because I liked a boy? And it’s not even like he likes me back, so this is all just… so fucked up. I wish I could go visit her and tell her that I don’t have Spencer, not like how she thinks I do.” 

“You like Reid?” Her smile is so big that her voice comes out all weird and squeaky. “You actually have a crush on little boy genius?”

“I–“ The hesitation in your voice is obvious. “I did. Spence is just so kind. And gentle, and loving, and he has this huge heart, you know? He used to bring me coffee every day he visited, and he would tell me all these really cool facts about the most random things, and I swear, I loved listening to him talk.” Without even realising, you’re smiling, wide and true, for what it felt like the first time in forever. You bring your legs up on the chair, hugging your knees close just to feel that sense of security it brings you, grounding you in the moment. The memories of your time with him, your favourite customer, are precious to you; and much like old time treasure, you hide it in the depths of your mind, away and untouched by prying hands of people around you. 

Except, Cat Adams found your map. 

And X marks the spot. 

It’s just a matter of time until she finds the golden chest and picks at the lock. 

Slowly, your smile slips away. “But now… now things changed, you know?” You gulp, not having the capacity to face the pitiful look she gives you without crying. And you’re tired of crying. 

“You didn’t change. Reid didn’t change, he’s still the same kind and gentle and loving man…!” You’re almost swayed by the desperation behind her voice. Penelope is a great friend and you can’t believe you were once jealous of her, but even then, you grimace. It’s not like you don’t want to let yourself be guided by these feelings– you want to let the butterflies loose, you want to allow yourself the giddiness of being with him, you want to have this quintessential girlhood experience, but the threat looming over your head pushes you down and away. You’re scared and you have all the reason to be. 

“Haven’t I?” You ask, cocking your head to the side. “Anyways, at the risk of sounding like a middle schooler, it’s not like he likes me either.”

“Y/N, he– he’s different,” Penelope whispers, reaching for your hand. “He’s afraid of germs and rambles a lot and he’s been hurt before, but please, if you just give him a shot, I think you could be really good for him.” 

“How would you know?” You’re not trying to be rude, you even smile a little, but the question stood– how would she know? You two had very limited interactions. 

“Because he talks a lot about you, and… well,” She confesses, chuckling like she had just done something naughty. When she points at the screens though, you gasp. “I know more about you thank you think.”

That makes your blood run cold. “You– what– what did you find out?” 

“Not as much as I could’ve!” She quickly promises, turning to the screen and quickly pulling up a file. The first thing you see is your driver’s license, and you wince at the picture. “This is all I managed to get before Reid put a ban on me!”

“He put a ban on you looking me up?” 

“Yes, he said he didn’t want to cheat and that he wanted to wait for you to tell him whatever you wanted to tell him,” Her words come out so fast you barely understand them, but it still tugs at your heart. “He said you didn’t know who he was because you didn’t know he worked for the FBI, and I tried telling him that’s not all he is! I did, but Reid is a stubborn, stubborn genius and wouldn’t listen to me! But he is, Y/N, he is much more than this job and–“

“I know that,” You whisper, eyes running through the documents on the screen. Degrees, past addresses, old jobs, family… and past relationships. Your body tenses up at the small list of names, one in particular making you gulp, glancing quickly at Penelope. “This is all, right? You… you didn’t dig more, right?” 

“Yes, this is all! I promise! To be very honest, I could find anything I wanted, but as I mentioned, I’ve been banished and threatened with a long, long lecture on privacy laws.” 

Her words echo in your mind for a moment, eyes unmoving from the bright screens. “Anything?” 

Penelope looks at your with hesitation. “Anything that has been online, yeah. Why?”

Sitting back down, you take a deep breath and nod. “Show me Cat Adams.”

“Oh… Oh, Y/N, no, no no no, I can’t–“

“Yes, you can! You just said you can find anything and, honestly how hard would it be for me to pick up my phone and Google her? If the FBI made the arrest, I’m sure media has picked it up!” Before you can even reach for the device, Penelope is grabbing it, hiding it behind her. “Penelope, please! This woman wants to kill me, I deserve to know what she looks like!”

Your voice is hushed, the undertone of desperation seeping through every word. “What if she gets out?” 

“Y/N, she has a life sentence, she’ll never get out.”

“You don’t know that!” This is what scares Penelope, the way you screech in panic, hands flying to the neck of the hoodie and tugging it away from you like you need it to breathe. “You don’t know that and I need to know what she looks like! Please, Penelope, I’m begging you!”

The tension in the room is palpable, but you know you got through her when she sighed. “I’m doing this for your protection,” It’s more like she’s talking to herself, so all you do is nod quietly, getting up and walking to the back of her chair. “Are you ready?” 

“Yes,” You are holding your breath while you squeeze the back of her chair, trying to keep yourself upright for a moment that could easily throw off your balance. 

In all honesty, you are not sure what you’re expecting. The little you know about black widow killers comes from a fictional world of made up characters, a place where the fantastical magic of made up stories meets the trauma ridden lives of turbulent characters. In them, these killers are beautiful. In fact, their beauty is their weapon, right before their grace and intelligence. It’s almost sick, how you remember liking those stories so much you once called it ‘a form of female empowerment’, and just thinking about it has your stomach tied in a bunch of knots, each one pulling and tugging at you in a rhythm that is too chaotic to not have you hunched over, panting next to Penelope like the photo she pulls up on her computer has just punched you in the gut. 

Because despite all your silent prayers, Cat Adams, in her orange jumpsuit and messy prison hair, is gorgeous. It’s something about her eyes, so cold and distant, yet holding an invitation that even you might not be able to resist. Is this how she draws men in? Is this how she drew Spencer? “I–“

“Garcia, what are you doing?!” 

Both of your turn around at the same time, both of you shocked at the sight of Spencer, in all his sweater vest glory and red face anger, marching towards you both. “Take it down.” 

You have never heard him sound so cold. “Spence, I asked her to pull it up. I was curious.”

“She should’ve known better, she’s an FBI agent!” Now he is screaming, and you can’t help but feel overcome with a familiar type of shame. Part of you, a specific part you left back in New York, expects him to to keep screaming. It’s the part of you that unconsciously pushes the tea mug away. It’s the part of you that looks at the door and feels relieved to see it unlocked. It’s the part of you you’ve been hiding from him and everyone else you met since you’ve moved. 

It’s the part of you Spencer just noticed. 

“I’m sorry,” He says, squinting his eyes at your so quickly it’s almost imperceptible. Almost. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have screamed, I’m just–“

“On edge,” You whisper, nodding in agreement. “We all are, Spence. Don’t scream at her, please.”

“I know, I know, I’m really sorry,” This is more like him– shy eyes casted down between glances here and there. “I just don’t want you wasting your time on someone like her. She doesn’t deserve it.” 

No one says anything for a while. Until you notice it. 

“Spence,” You mumble, smiling a little in an attempt to ease the high emotions in the room. “You cut your hair.” It’s shorter now. His shaggy curls still peek out, but it looks more… grown, even if it enhances his boyish charm. 

“I did,” He mumbles, blushing a little. For a second, he looks at Penelope, like he’s asking her what to say and what to do. “It was getting too long.”

“It looks really good.” 

“Thank you, Y/N,” God, you love when his voice gets low and airy like that. Garcia is looking between you two with a certain kind of spark in her eyes and it makes you shift on your feet. “Uh, shall we go home?” 

“You’re going back to your apartment?”

“Yeah, Officer Kaper said that the letter came with the batch of mail they got from Y/N’s apartment, so it’s safe to assume she has no knowledge of her current whereabouts,” Spencer picks up your backpack without even asking, smiling at you innocently. “I reviewed the security footage you sent of my apartment entrance and there is no suspicious activity happening during the days I was gone. And, well, you know, I’m here now. She’s safe.” 

No one will ever understand the amount of relief you feel in that exact moment. “Thank you for coming back.”

“You need me home,” Is all he says before guiding you away. When you turn to say bye to Penelope, she is smirking, giving you two thumbs up and a giggle. In the midst of all this mess, you actually feel happy to have someone allowing you to enjoy a moment of silliness. “Are you okay? Do you feel a bit better?”

“Now that you’re back, yeah,” You sigh, sticking close to him as you pass by a group of agents. “Officer Kaper is really sweet, but he’s not you, he’s not–“

“Familiar,” Spencer says, but you shake your head. 

“He’s not my friend.” 

“And I am?” The hope in his eyes crushes your heart. You never meant to make him feel like you had left him behind, but you know you have pushed him away when he tried to stand by you. 

No more. 

“You are, Spence,” You breathe out, hand gently falling on his arm and squeezing it adoringly. “You’re my favourite customer and I guess now you’re my living room-mate. But you should really sleep in your bed tonight, okay?” The joke is just an attempt to make him smile, and you’re happy to see it works.

“Will you sleep next to me?” 

His question is not that unexpected, really, but it still makes you freeze in place. “Uh… What… What do you mean?” 

“Sleep next to me,” His bluntness doesn’t help with the way your cheeks fire up. “I know you’re scared, so if you’re next to me, I’ll be watching over you at all times. I’m a light sleeper, so even if something happens, I’ll wake up. We can put pillows between us, if the thought of me that close to you makes you uncomfortable and–“

“It doesn’t,” You say before you can give up on it. “I just… I know you’re a germaphobe and I don’t know how many germs can be shared when you sleep next to someone and I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“Actually, when you sleep next to someone, there is an exchange of bacteria and skin microbes when we turn and move around, but your brain compensates by releasing the ‘happy’ hormones because you’re sleeping next to someone you care about, so I wouldn’t mind the former much considering we would wake up pretty content.” 

Someone you care about. You hold your tongue back from asking him if he cares about you– at this point, you should know he does. You shouldn’t need the reassurance, as nice as it would feel to have it, but you really, really want it. In a time where everything is uncertain, you pray so that Spencer can be your constant. “Okay,” You nod, hand slowly slipping down his arm, brushing yours fingers through his, before letting it go altogether. Looking down to the ground, embarrassed with your own courage, you follow him out of the building. “The subway is that way.”

“We’re getting a taxi,” He mumbles, signalling one down as he spoke. “I don’t think public spaces with that much visibility are a good idea for now. I don’t want you paranoid, Y/N, but I need you to be careful, okay? Subways, buses, all of these get crowded and they have a large amount of surveillance. We still can’t figure out how Cat found out where you live or who is her connection that got your name through the UPS delivery, but we’re not stopping until we do, I promise you that. For now, we just ask that you be careful around people.”

“I work with people. I have to talk to them to sell them stuff… I can’t lose my store, it’s all I have!” The two of you turn to face each other on the back of the car. He is shaking his head before you can even continue, and when you feel it, the warmth of his hands covering yours, so much bigger and steadier to the point that is like he’s holding your fists in his palms, you hold your breath. 

“You won’t,” He whispers, shaking his head so gently that wisps of hair fall over his forehead and you have to fight the urge to push it back. “Y/N, you won’t. We’ll figure something out, okay?”

“Okay,” The trust you have in Spencer is enough to have you nodding along. Until the car stops in front of his apartment, he doesn’t let go of your hand, and you make no effort in letting go of his. 

It’s only when it’s time to pay for the ride that you pull away, faster than him in getting the money to the driver. “Hey!” 

“Be faster next time, boy genius,” You say, smiling tiredly while walking next to him through the hallways of his building until you reach Apartment 23. Using your key in front of him, the one he gave you when he went away, feels weird and oddly intimate. “Do you want this back?”

“Keep it,” Spencer says, giving you his trademark tight-lipped smile. The way his shoulders sag a little as soon as he is inside the familiar apartment has you frowning. He is exhausted, tired from flying and rushing through the city, but he still made the effort to come get you at the BAU. “What do you want for dinner? We can get some pizza.” 

“I have leftovers in the fridge,” You mumble, suddenly too out of place in the apartment you know at the palm of your hand. Standing in the entrance, you just look at him, watching him walk around the apartment so carelessly and you wonder if Spencer knows just how meaningful it is for you to have him back home. “I bought groceries, don’t worry, I didn’t use any of your food or anything like that.”

“I wasn’t worried, but now I am. I told you to be comfortable Y/N.” 

“I am…” You mumble, moving to sit down on the armchair. 

Under his watchful gaze, you’re not sure how much Spencer can get out of your behaviour right now. It’s a bit sad that you’re even thinking about this so consciously, observing him as he observes you right back. You know you will never win a battle of wits against the genius across the room, but no ones knows you better than yourself and that is currently your only leverage in this entire situation. But… why do you even need leverage? What is this war you have started with yourself and pulled poor Spencer in without even letting him know? The blanket you adore so much is right by your feet and you pull it up to cover your whole body, all the way up to your face. At this point, you don’t want him reading you because you’re afraid of what he will find. Specially because you don’t know what he will find. 

“What are you doing, Y/N?” When he sits on the corner of the chair, your body dips to the side, rolling closer to him. “Are you hiding?” 

“Yeah.” 

“And why are you hiding?” 

“Because you’re an avid reader,” Even you want to cringe at your own words. “And I’m not really sure what story I’m telling, right now.” 

His laughter takes you by surprise– this has to be the loudest you’ve heard Spencer be. “Y/N, what are you talking about? I’m not going to read you!”

“Spencer, you can’t help it! It’s what you do– I see the way you look at me, okay? I know what you’re doing, and I have to say I am not a fan!”

With one tug on the blanket, your face is exposed again with hair all over it. But then you see his smile, and it looks so honest and happy, like a version of him you thought you had left behind days ago. “You think I’m reading you?”

“Are you not?” You ask, sitting up to try and look at him with a serious expression. 

“No, Y/N, I’m not looking at you because I’m reading you.” 

There are moments in your life, unique and specific in their own credits, that you are sure you will never forget. The day you decided to leave New York is one of them– you bought tickets last minute and left with only a rucksack you found in the back of your closet. On the way to the airport, you called your parents, waking them up at three in the morning to tell them they were going to need to ship your stuff to a PO box address. Y/N, where are you going?, your mom cried out. What is going on? To which all you said was I’ll tell you when I can, before hanging up and throwing your SIM card out of the window. 

Opening your store was high in the list too. Not the day that you conceptualised it or rented the place– the day you truly opened it. The day your first customer, your favourite customer, walked in, that’s the day you truly opened the place. The day he bought a book and promised to come back again. 

Of course there are other dates, too; simpler dates. Birthdays, christmases, random family dinners. The small things that build-up to be big memories. But then there are the big things that are even bigger memories, and you’re intimidated, with the size of it all. It’s too big, too tall, and when you fall, it might just be high enough to break all your bones, but not kill you completely. No… that would be too merciful. 

This– Cat Adams, Spencer, the box– this is not just big. 

This is huge. 

In comparison, tonight is not all that big. In fact, his living room feels quite small now that both of you are back inside. The green walls descend and it’s just you and him, squeezed close in an arm chair you both love, surrounded by books you both love, and you still can’t help but feel afraid. This is as small as it gets, as monotonous as it gets, and yet, this is the most scared you’ve ever felt, because no matter what you do, it’s like you can’t stop climbing– you go higher, higher, higher. His words, replaying in your mind, keep pushing you up, without any regard of how you’ll ever come down. 

Truthfully, you don’t want to come down, even if he brings you down gently. 

“Then… why do you stare at me, Spence?”

He doesn’t answer you, shaking his head slightly before looking away and clearing his throat. Uncomfortableness doesn’t look good on him, and that is saying something, coming from the one person who thinks everything looks good on him. “I uh, I’ll heat up some of those leftovers. Shall I get you some, too?” 

Spencer might the profiler, but you are still able to read the blooming colour in his cheeks. “Yeah,” You say softly, I would love some, Spence.”

Dinner with him is peaceful. You’re learning how to live this new life with a plus one. You learn his habits and his quirks– you learn that he likes to put ketchup on his pizza and that he drowns his coffee in sugar. That despite his immense IQ, he still can’t quite cook for himself– or prefers not doing so. That he made sure his cleaning lady came during the times he was away to avoid small talk and human contact. You learn, through a lot of trials and a lot of success, that you are his one exception. 

For you, Spencer is malleable, and he has no qualms in moulding himself to your needs, except… except you don’t want him to do that. You don’t want him to be someone he’s not and you don’t want the Spencer you know and adore to be someone curated just for you. 

“I’ll go take a shower and change into some comfortable clothes,” He says after he finishes eating. “Thank you for the food.” 

“No problem.” 

“And Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“You can keep that hoodie. You look good in it.” 

Just like that, you chuckle, shaking your head when he disappears behind the bedroom door. If Cat Adams has the map to your past memories, Spencer Reid has the map to your future ones. 

X marks the spot. 

And for him there is no lock to pick– the door is wide open. 

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[blackiron11]

Be careful what you wish for

Pairing: reader x rio vidal

Trigger warning: body shamming, self harm, suicide attempt, hate self (if you find more, pls let me know)

English is not my first language, etc etc etc. I don't know how to write romance very well either, but I tried. besides, I'm sure I exaggerated the amount of "you" written. I hope you like the story

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You are tired of the daily humiliations and an unhappy life, you want to die. Luckily, a certain Lady Death has a few things to say about your life.

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You come home tired every day. Tired of the humiliations at work, of having to report every mistake made by employees, of your boss yelling at you, all for a mere minimum wage.

You even asked for a salary increase, but he laughed in your face. A promotion would mean that you would have to present yourself to the shareholders and he couldn't allow that, you know why; to get ahead in life, you need to have the right weight and the right face. You don't have that. You know it, your parents know it and your boss knows it, because he looks you up and down, while denying all your dreams.

"But you are a good employee, who knows next year?" he says before you leave. You feel the humiliation run through your veins.

Yes, next year. If your size "L" becomes "XS", if you put on contact lenses and don't wear glasses, if you do facial harmonization. Yes, you have a chance.

Your colleagues don't like you either. They focus on your appearance and the fact that you're too shy and introverted. They've never invited you to Happy Hour after work, or to one of their birthdays either; you don't like drinking, but you've always wanted to fit in.

You decide you don't care. But the truth is that you care so much that it's hurt so bad, and you need to do something to stop this pain.

You also get tired of your parents asking for money or wanting to get a boyfriend to you, never asking how you are or coming to visit you. You get tired of not having friends, or anyone to lean on. You get tired of life.

You sigh as you change your clothes. You always wear long-sleeved shirts and jeans. You don't want anyone to see how ugly you are... inside and out.

You look at yourself in the mirror, only in your underwear. You analyze the cuts on your skin, everywhere you can reach, you made a lot of cuts, especially on your arms and thighs; some are older, most are recent, leaving blood stains on the clothes you wore.

Your reflection stares back at you, looking amused. You hug yourself, trying to hide from your own gaze, but to no avail. You feel dirty, your sagging skin falling apart in tour hands.

In a world where there are Avengers, supreme wizards, witches, heroes and villains, you feel like nothing. You are nobody.

With no desire at all, you take a shower, using a sponge forcefully on your body, as if that would wash away all the extra pounds. Your hard movement causes the fresh cuts to reopen and you see blood going down the drain along with the soap and water. You are numb.

You remember the ways to calm down your therapist taught you, but they don't work. They never did.

When you see your sleeping pills, you decide that this suffering is no longer worth it. You are not worth it. This will be the first and last time you put yourself first.

You won't leave any letters or explanations, it's not necessary. No one will miss you.

You gather all the medicines you can find and put them in the blender along with the alcohol, there's no going back. You know won't be, you don't want to go back.

No amount of stomach pumping will solve it, in case some gossipy neighbor decides to help you. You've made sure of that.

You need peace. If what's necessary for that is for you to face death, you'll do it with a smile on your face.

You put on the first pajamas you find and drink the entire contents of the glass, grimacing and choking as the liquid burns your throat.

Finally, you lie down on your bed one last time, ready for a dreamless sleep, and then, never to wake up again.

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You opened your eyes, still groggy, and found a vision. A woman in a black robe stared at you. You just thought she was beautiful.

Y/N doesn't believe in God; But if there is an afterlife, you always thought you would be punished for killing yourself. At the very least, you are at the Valley of Suicides, and would suffer in mourning for ages. Either that, or you would go to hell.

However, looking at this woman in front of you, you thought you were in paradise.

The figure softened her expression, smiling a little bit, as if she had heard your thoughts, but soon closed herself off.

"Why did you do that?" she asked you, worried.

Y/N couldn't understand where she was or who that woman was... Maybe she was a neighbor? She thinks she's never seen you in her life, but her vision betrays you, completely blurred.

"I didn't mean to," you answered automatically, not used to someone talking to you for more than five minutes.

The woman didn't believe you. Rio saw your arms and the scarred cuts, but chose not to comment; she didn't want to scare you.

It wasn't the first time Rio had been called to a death by suicide and it certainly wouldn't be the last, but you were intriguing. Usually the others had someone by their side, but you were alone. She didn't want to leave you like this, not when you looked so fragile.

"Who are you?" Your conscience was leaving you, but you wanted to understand.

"I'm Lady Death , my dear." Rio approached you. "I'm here, because you called me."

Was that supposed to make sense? No coherent thought was going through your mind, the various medicines you had swallowed doing their job.

"Am I still alive?" You asked rhetorically, before your body shut down from the pressure.

Rio sighed, wondering where she had gotten herself into.

As the natural order of all things, she could simply heal you and leave, but that wouldn't solve anything. Death can't heal someone's psyche; and once your senses returned, you would try to kill yourself again. Rio couldn't let that happen. She would help you, even if it meant saving you from yourself.

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For weeks, Rio healed your stomach and your injuries a little at a time, and you were getting better, with no more risk of complications because of it in the future.

She would make you food, wake you up and help you to eat, staying with you until you fell asleep again, your body still very weak.

She started to notice you more, how you slept peacefully, the dimples that formed on your face when you smiled, or how your eyes looked at her curiously, even though you couldn't hold a coherent conversation for long.

You don't remember any of this. Your consciousness came and gone the whole time.

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Until one day, you woke up completely lucid. On autopilot, you went to get ready for work and saw yourself in the mirror. You were horrified when you remembered...

You...were alive? You're not even good enough to kill yourself, my God! How is that possible?

You wanted to scream, throw yourself off the building, hit your head hard against the wall until blood came out, anything. You were confused, your mind was all jumbled up. You had planned everything!! Did someone save you??? Why would someone do this?

You were going to puke. You ran to the bathroom, trying to hold on to the walls, shaking. You needed to calm down. You needed to understand what was happening.

The easiest thing to calm you down was your old friend; but when you made the first cut, you noticed that all the others were missing.

No. No. NO!

This can't be happening. It's a nightmare, right? A medication-induced nightmare. Soon it will all pass and you will be dead. Just as it should be.

Meanwhile, you made all the cuts you could, your hand shaking more and more. It didn't work, you hadn't calmed down.

You got up with unsteady steps and went to the kitchen, looking for a knife. You couldn't find one. You also didn't notice the presence behind you, until she spoke to you, her tone mild.

"You need to stop this, Y/N."

Rio was collecting some bodies from the other side of the world, when she felt a tug towards you. You needed her. She hoped it wasn't too late.

"Leave me alone," you shouted, feeling your eyes water. Rio tried to get closer to you, but you backed away. It took you a while to remember who she was, but the clothes she was wearing helped. Death... you almost didn't believe it. You felt betrayed. The only being you thought would truly welcome you with open arms took everything you had; including your reminders.

"You... You saved me," you accused her. Rio had the decency to look guilty. "You took away my free will, you healed me without my permission! You hurt me more than anyone else, you took everything I had." Y/N cried freely now. Tears blurred her vision.

Rio knew what you were talking about. It hurt her that you felt that way. She never wanted to hurt you, only to help you. Lady Death wished she had permission to kill everyone who hurt you throughout your life.

"You don't need them, Y/N." Rio still spoke softly, you could barely hear her.

"Why do you care?"

"I... I fell in love with you." Rio admitted what she had been thinking for days. At some point while taking care of you, she fell in love. Death had never loved anyone before.

Y/N stared at her, motionless. Then, she laughed.

"Is this some kind of joke?" she asked when she caught her breath. Rio shook her head. "Some kind of dirty game between the cosmic entities to attract the weak human's attention?" Rio shook her head once more.

"Seriously, look at me," you shouted, not understanding.

And Rio looked at you. Even with your face red from crying so much, even with the fresh cuts and so much self-loathing, Death found you beautiful.

"I'm looking at," Rio whispered. His heart heavy with your suffering.

"No!" Y/N thought Rio didn't understand. "Look at me!," you shouted with contempt this time. "How can someone like you fall for something like this?" you pointed to yourself.

Rio saw you, she understood you more than you remember. You talked a few times, even with the loose and incoherent words, Death heard you. And she was saddened by every word you said. With the self-loathing that society forced upon you at every step of your life.

Vidal didn't know how to calm you down, so she did the only thing that came to her mind at the moment. She ran to you, grabbed your face and kissed you on the mouth.

It was just a light brush of lips. Rio wanted to show you that she liked you, but you hadn't stopped talking. She wanted you to listen now.

"I see you, S/N" the woman in front of you tried to wipe away your tears, in vain. They kept coming freely. "I see you and I understand you" you found yourself relaxing your face towards the hand that caressed you. "I want to kill all those idiots who once hurt you, because you, Y/N Y/S, are an incredible woman. And not a "it thing", I am sure".

You wanted to complain, but Rio didn't let you. She wasn't finished.

"S/N, you're so sweet, so selfless, you have such a good heart" Rio continued. "Never believe anyone who tells you otherwise, because you are beautiful. Beautiful inside and out. Your life is worth living" by the look she gave you, you saw the truth in her eyes. She truly believed the words she said, even if you didn't. "I think you are the prettiest girl in the world, and The Death doesn't lies, sweetie".

Y/N couldn't answer, your body gave out and you passed out. Rio caught you before you fell and carried you to your bed.

"It's okay, my love" Rio whispered, kissing you on the forehead "I can be strong for both of us, until you make it"

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You woke up completely healed. Rio would leave you alone now, if you wish. It would break her heart, but she wanted you happy.

You didn't need to look around to know she was still there.

"Are you ever going to leave?" You stood up, sitting up.

"Only if you want to" Rio approached you, this time you didn't back away, but you didn't answer her.

With the physical healing, you began to remember the previous weeks and found yourself enjoying her presence; the moments you spent together. A smile escaped your lips and it did not go unnoticed by Rio.

"May I?" Vidal pointed to the space next to you and you nodded. You felt the bed sink with the new weight, and you looked down at your hands; you were suddenly embarrassed, very aware of yesterday's closeness.

"Thank you," you thanked, realizing that the cuts from yesterday were still present on your skin.

Rio nodded. "I apologize for before, I shouldn't have done that without your permission, if they were important to you."

Rio didn't apologize for saving your life. That, she didn't regret it for a second. She would do it again if she had to, but Rio really hoped it was the first and last time.

Y/N didn't answer, instead asking another question.

"Do you really like me?" You were afraid of the answer, both the "yes" and the "no."

"Yes, I do." That simple sentence made Y/N look into Vidal's soft eyes. You saw the same thing as yesterday: Unconditional love. You still.don't know how it's possible for Death to fall in love with someone like you, "And I want to be with you."

You opened your mouth, but quickly closed it. Everything that had happened to you flashed through your mind.

"The heart doesn't choose who it falls in love with, Y/N." Rio realized that you were afraid of getting hurt again, maybe it would be better to leave you alone.

"You don't have to answer, dear. I won't take up any more of your time." Death stood up, ready to leave and never see you again, if that was what you wanted.

"Wait..." you asked, your voice barely louder than a whisper, "stay." You grabbed her hand and squeezed it lightly.

Rio turned around and listened carefully.

"I... I like your company." you continued.

The "I like you too" was still stuck in your throat. You couldn't say it yet, it was too early. Fortunately, Death is a patient being.

"And from what I remember these past few weeks, I had a lot of fun with you," you sighed. "But I can't return your love." You looked at the floor, embarrassed. "I don't know how to love someone or be loved, I don't even know how to love myself."

Rio was silent for a few minutes. Y/N was sure she had lost her chance at happiness.

"Oh, darling," Rio knelt in front of you and caressed your face, softly. You could get used to this every day. "I can teach you to love yourself, like I love you...if you let me. I want to spend my eternity by your side."

Her eyes were so beautiful and bright, you could get lost in their immensity. You could love her over time, you know that. You just have to let yourself.

You nodded slightly and Rio smiled, moving closer.

"May I?" She asked for the second time that day, but this time it was to kiss you. You smiled, taking the initiative now.

It would be a long journey for the two of you, with some ups and downs, but Y/N would never feel hated again. Rio Vidal would kill everyone before they had the chance to hurt you.

[jeanmoreautemple]

Thea Muldani: a rant

I feel weird about Thea but I can’t really put into words exactly why? So I’m writing down some things I’ve thought.

I honestly didn’t think much about her before TSC, like she was okay (I wish she’d been introduced earlier tho or that she hadn’t graduated already so she was a recurrent Raven player or something).

After reading the extra content I wasn’t bothered about the age gap between her and Kevin but yes a little bit about the fact that Kevin was fourteen when they first met + the -you fuck like a virgin, maybe some practice will make you better at it- comment that Nora included. It was uuhh weird but the rest of the Kevthea story was okay, and Thea is 100% not a groomer. Plus, Nora technically deleted the extra content so in theory nothing there is canon yet.

Now in TSC we get her sole appearance in TKM from Jean’s POV, who has known her since he was fourteen (like Kevin- this is important to keep in mind). The scene starts out cute! We find out she took him under her wing and even had nicknames for him like Paris and her little duckling🥰. So the fourteen year boy that just arrived from france with broken English looked up to her, Thea was ~21 at this point.

We know Jean is going through HELL during this time:

And we also know the Moriyamas were always particularly cruel with Jean, getting more physical him than with Kevin. Even though It’s said that Riko would torture Jean and Kevin (broken hand incident) in private, hence the other Ravens not knowing the whole picture, how can a fourteen year old kid hide such pain? But apparently , as we later find out, Thea was too deep into the Evermore raven cult mindset that she didn’t find anything strange about the coach and Rikk’s behavior towards Jean.

At 15 Jean is given a number and place in the perfect court, but only at 16 joins the lineup. He gets a lot of hate, especially from the other defensemen, whom Thea works with:

Although the Ravens are know for being extremely violent training, at least in the court Thea must have noticed that the defense line were especially brutal to Jean. Or SOMETHING.

But here comes the worst part: during this same year Riko forces Jean to sleep with 5 defensemen. By the time Jean is a junior most of these have graduated which means they were 20 or older. So Thea had been playing with each of these guys for at least 2 years (except for Grayson), she knew them.

They went on to joke and talk about the whole ordeal as Jean paying for his perfect court number. Thea also being in the defense line could have heard all of this first hand, we don’t know. But It’s so widely talked about that it reaches Tetsuji and we do know Thea witnessed Jean’s punishment:

Coincidentally Thea starts a sexual and emotional relationship with Kevin this year (it’s her last too).

So here’s the part that made me dislike Thea very much. In TKM she goes to Kevin demanding answers, Kevin then brings her to Jean, who is looking like this:

It’s been three years since she graduated but she’s still wearing her Raven number in a necklace, and when she sees Jean’s state in TSC she comments how if Kevin hadn’t said anything she’d think it normal:

By now it’s clear she at 26 is still 100% brainwashed, but this next line of hers cemented it:

YOUR OLD TRICKS ?!

So let’s break that down:

1. The immigrant kid (16!) she watched over for two years from age 14 to 16 suddenly starts having sex with members of HER (23!) defense line who are all around her age and openly hate him for 5 consecutive nights and she doesn’t suspect anything?

2. Said defensemen then brag and shame Jean afterwards calling him a whore, which leads to Jean getting beaten half to dead by their coach and still nothing?

3. Years later she recalls the incident as Jean being up to his little tricks and being rightfully beaten to a pulp?!!!!

I can’t. I know she’s also a cult victim but no. It was super common for Ravens to have hate sex with each other but her being close to Kevin (and somewhat Jean) during the time Jean’s (a 16 year old!) assaults were happening and still remaining this clueless… I’m sure she must be lovable for both Kevin and Jean to respect and care for her so much but her one scene convinced me she’s way too deep into the Raven spirit and her presence around Kevin and Jean would be just so harmful.

But I have to give credit when it’s due, apparently after some hours with Kevin and 7 years later she believes her King broke Kevin’s hand:

In conclusion:

Thea is absolutely no groomer but if one takes a look at her attitude towards Jean’s sexual history when he was 16 and how her relationship with Kevin was happening simultaneously, her you fuck like a virgin, maybe some practice will make you better at it and tell me you weren’t up to your old tricks comment combo, it all makes me dislike her. Cause you’d think someone who at 22-23 was dating a boy who had just turned legal would be careful or mature enough to choose her wording better when talking about the sexual activity between a boy close in age to her own boyfriend with people around HER age, but nope. The fact that Kevin married her, has a child and lives happily ever after with her seems unbelievable to me.

PS: Her and Kevin’s (we don’t know if he believes Riko) apparent ignorance or lack of suspicion of Jean’s freshman year assault was the most hurtful part of TSC tbh (not counting Elodie). Imagine having the closest people to you misunderstand/ believe lies about such a traumatic event. I guess this is why Nora didn’t include a Andrew POV, I would have died or wanted to kill Nicky and Aaron for not looking deeper into Andrew’s attitude.

[moonblossom7]

Baby Daddy!Logan thoughts

Wolverine x AFAB! reader

a/n: go into all of my x-men fics n stuff with canon as a mere suggestion :) this one's pretty ok,but yk. For future reference.

contents: fluff, girl dad!Logan,a kid b4 marriage(accidental but wanted),slight angst sprinkled in,lightly suggestive in one bit but it's not full nsfw or anything

🌸 Logan didn't mean to get you pregnant and he was honestly upset when you first found out. He was happy for you,bc you wanted kids but he didn't think he deserved to be a father.

🌸 Once he decided he was sticking around (because let's be honest,there was some part of him that thought leaving so you could find someone better was the move) he's very attentive.

🌸and I'm not just talking "oh,he goes to every check up and rubs your feet" I'm talking he will hike ten miles in the snow at 2 a.m if you're craving something specific and will return with a smile on his face because yeah,that was tough but you're growing a kid,which is harder.

🌸really wanted you to have a home birth,mainly because he doesn't trust medical situations,especially if you and the baby are also mutants. (and if you still do it at the hospital,he is fucking VIGILANT. He's watching every fucking thing that happens like a hawk.)

🌸you have a girl ofc

🌸he's never really been around kids this little,so for a long time he doesn't know what to do with her.

🌸he uses Jean's Facebook to look at parenting tips(he later learns this is not the greatest source),and consequentially ends up buying a ton of stuff that your daughter is too young to even need off Marketplace (bikes,clothes meant for much older kids,rain boots,jungle gym,etc.)

🌸he hates!! Hates!! those little tutus that seem to be on every little girl onesie, he thinks the tulle is scratchy and how on earth could someone subject their baby to that?

🌸a lot of the clothes your daughter winds up wearing are pretty gender neutral and frequently thrifted or bought from small businesses. Logan says this is because modern,mainstream baby clothes are "Down right fucking hideous,who designs this shit?"

🌸he makes some of her toys. A small set of wooden blocks here, a patchy ugly teddy bear there. He just doesn't love the unnaturally bright colors and loud noises that most baby toys come with,plus,he's got a lot of affection he doesn't know what to do with.

🌸hates late night diaper changes with a passion. He only just started sleeping without nightmares,and the baby won't even let him get a full 8 hours?? He takes all of them though,because "you do the more important stuff"

🌸big fan of the way your appearance changed,btw. I personally think he's always been the type to find stretch marks and some squish attractive,but the fact that these are from you growing his little girl makes it all the more beautiful.

🌸he is not,however,a fan of having to wait until you're healed up for bedroom stuff. He can do it, he's not an animal,but you're just so fucking gorgeous and he's so fucking happy. But,your health comes first, and he's not so stupid as to think he knows better than you on this.

🌸he doesn't quit smoking,but does at least start going outside and wearing a different jacket when he does it. He always washes his hands and face after he's done before he does anything near the baby.

🌸since this is *my* personal x-men canon, we're going to say that Laura is around the mansion somewhere and is not overly hyped about the baby sister. She's a little possessive over her dad,as some little girls are. (She'll get over it soon,especially once the baby is old enough to play with)

🌸Logan takes the baby on adventures once she's old enough to not get sick over everything. He'll pack a bag and disappear with Laura and the baby for a few hours,with very little explanation, and come back with a snoring toddler and a 10 year old covered in mud.

🌸he's happy that this kid has his mutation in it's organic form,instead of being injected with metal. however,it does make her stick out a bit visually. (she begins to display it at around age 11,with claws that aren't super sharp at all compared to Logan and Laura)

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

ok so that's it lolsies. Lmk if you want anything else with this idea or any specific scenarios.

[stargazedwinchester]

Casual | Dean

love a bit of chappell don’t we guys xox

i rlly enjoyed writing this so i hope you enjoy reading it!! this is very much inspired by the song, but not necessarily a songfic :)

CW: mentions of s*x, nothing too provocative

Summary: You and Dean are casual friends with benefits until you uncover the truth about how you actually feel toward him.

Word count: 1,133

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“I, uh, think I should get you home,” Dean says. The silence is palpable. You feel awkward and like you don’t belong, so you let out a defeated sigh. He’s shirtless, his slight 6-pack glistening with sweat as he attempts to dry himself off with a towel. You felt as if you couldn’t catch your breath, whether it was just from the insane sex you had just endeavoured or Dean’s pitiless words that filled your lungs with regret.

“Okay.” You give up. Each time you attempt to feel a connection with him — a real, deep connection, it’s like he wipes it from his memory as soon as you’re both finished and goes back to reality. Post-nut clarity, if you will.

It’s not like he doesn’t find you attractive. Hell no. It’s his intense lack of commitment issues and mommy/daddy issues that give him such a hard time completely dedicating himself to someone. The hundreds of arguments you had gotten into over the people he had slept with whilst also sleeping with you just gave you second-hand embarrassment. In fact, it was downright wrong it should’ve been illegal.

You manage to tumble out of bed butt-naked, slowly getting your clothes back on ready for the silent drive home. You almost gape in awe at Dean’s silhouette. Heavy feelings weigh down on your heart for someone who doesn’t even think of you in any other way other than for intimacy is so challenging, especially on your own self-worth.

Dean doesn’t say a word to you. He sits back down on the bed and starts typing on his phone. He’s wearing a light grey t-shirt and charcoal grey jeans. The small screen lights up his face and a slight grin slowly appears and your heart sinks. Without even looking, you already know he’s talking to some other bitch, in which he’s probably going to go pick her up after he’s dropped you off at home.

“You ready?” You ask him, breaking the one-way tension in the room. “Yeah,” He says, standing up and leading you out toward the car.

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On the drive home, it’s dark and rainy. The streetlights emit a dim, dusty champagne colour, yet the awkward tension isn’t anything worth celebrating.

“What’re you doing after this?” He asks, not breaking focus from the road. “Probably just go straight to bed,” you reply, shrugging lightly. “What about you?”

“I’m going to go visit a friend of mine,” He coughs, then purses his lips. “She lives about half an hour thataway.” He motions his pointer finger toward the left.

She.

The anger builds up inside of you. After all this time, you had thought that he wasn’t seeing anybody else, that you had only mindfully agreed that this thing stays between the pair of you, and this included sleeping around. What a fucking tool.

“Listen, it’s nice and all that you’re giving me a lift home, but you’re really taking the cake by pretending like you’re not seeing other people.” You lock eyes with him, and his expression changes.

“What, so you’re jealous now? Is that it?” He scoffs, and you freeze up. “So what if I am? We had an agreement that we weren’t gonna sleep with anyone else! We said that!” You start to raise your voice, frustration running right through your blood as it starts to boil.

“I’ve mentioned it to you multiple times before. I don’t understand why you can’t listen to me! It’s fucking gross, Dean! You need a huge reality check because this isn’t gonna last forever.” You wave your finger between yourself and Dean, indicating that whatever it is that you both have going on is at its final straw. He scoffs again, shaking his head. It’s almost like he wants to say something, but bites his tongue. He presses his foot on the pedal, coming to a stop. It’s that sudden you hit your head on the headrest.

“Y/N-“

“I don’t want to hear it. Take me home.”

“Lis-“

“Fucking take me home, Dean. I mean it.”

For the rest of the drive, you’re in silence. Nothing on the radio, no cassette tape playing, not even the windows open to hear the sound of the rain pattering on the windscreen.

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He parks the Impala outside of your house, and since the quietness has given you a second to rethink the whole situation.

“Dean,” you start, and his big, puppy-dog eyes glare at you with regret. “What’s up?” He asks and this time it sounds like it was with genuine concern.

“I have to tell you something before I go.” You state, and he nods, listening.

“The reason why I was jealous is that I’m in love with you, Dean. It’s hard seeing you go away and spend time with all these different people and I just get a fraction of you. It’s unfair that I’ve spent the last year or so falling in love with you and you see me as nothing more than someone to play with.” You pause, then take a deep breath.

“You don’t need to say anything else because I’m done. It’s friends or nothing. If I hear nothing from you within the next 3 days, then I’ll know where your priorities lie.”

You start to collect your bags together and open the passenger door. He’s left stunned, his eyebrows raised, his mouth slightly agape and his eyes showing enough sadness to make you want to apologise for going off at him and then travelling back to the motel for round 2.

You can tell that the cogs are turning in his head, thinking of what to say that would completely win you over. But there’s absolutely nothing that he could do or say that could make you turn back around. You shut the door, but the window is still open.

“Y/N, hold up a sec,” He yells through the window while you’re almost halfway up the path. You turn around and lock eyes with him.

“Please come back, let’s talk about this.” He leans over to the passenger seat, his gorgeous forest green eyes staring up at you.

“3 days, Dean. Prove that you’re not an asshole and I’ll think about it.” You say one last time before turning back around to the front of your house. The last thing you want is Dean never wanting to see you again.

You enter the entryway to your home and make your way up the stairs. Opening up your bedroom door, you take a moment to collect yourself, instead of thinking God, what have I done? You sit proud that you have stood up for yourself against someone who has clearly used you for nothing more than his own selfishness. And if that is the case, well... so be it.

[reflections-in-a-critical-eye]

Jimin is soo freakin relatable though like my guy doens't give a shit about anything. The way he was sleeping outside when the whole staff was right infront of the house recording him, the way he be wearing those shoes which looks a bit torned in the front (could be that he spilled something on it but he was wearing those same in hobi's listening party so...) The way he wears his clothes for literally years like he could be wearing shirts from 6-7 yrs ago or more. He enjoys the free merch he gets and wears them everywhere. He was wearing yg's and TH's concert nd album merch during his own album practice..like i LOVE him more for that.

Only thing is someone should throw out those big ass boot/shoes whatever those r called that he be wearing like that's fking Ugly. Throw those dirty jeans or wtv that fashion is and end his dior contract like boy go free that dior only put his slim body in those ill fitted suits. Having park jimin as ur embassador and making him wear that shit?

A K-kookminer called him an environmental activist 😂. But at least he knows the value of quality clothing. In a consumerist and fast fashion world, I think he's doing a good job. And it seems that he likes to give some of his clothes to his friends, which also helps. Apart from official appearances, Jimin just dresses like a regular guy who has a washing machine. But I agree, some of those shoes he'd be wearing in the last 2 years are a fashion crime. Although it is clear that his natural state is to be barefoot and shoes are seen as only a necesity. Probably like clothes, knowing he wears them just to take them off.

But speaking of relatable and the beginning of your ask, it reminded me of a moment in the second episode of AYS. It's when they come out of the store on their last day and Jimin starts eating the chicken right then and there. I could never, sorry. At least I'd wait until I get to the car. But that entire look, from speaking while eating, the fact that he was still wearing the same t-shirt he had on during dinner and while sleeping, it really showed such a different picture. If he had sat down on the pavement nearby, opened a can of beer and light a cigarette, it would complete the look.

[brrbrina]

sapphire lies

a/n: hi!! I'm so excited for this !! let’s pretend mat barzal is a football player and not a hockey player lmao it just didn’t make sense to put him as a hockey player but i’ve been obsessed with him lately. also i have no idea if this will turn into a 3 chapter story, i hope you like it.

Blue eyes were adorned by stars that were only shown when a certain light would appear, as if a comet was shown in plain daylight time. A starlight she could only hope to see in her dreams, was it too selfish wishing that those eyes looked at her the way she looked at them?

She was taller, her arms were long and her fingertips were always colored by the season the year was on, her lips were plump as a peach, her hair was the prettiest shade you could never aspire to have, not even with a 12 hour shift at the most expensive salon; always adorned with a small bow that would match her clothes, this time, her bow was purple, her hair was put up in a ponytail, high enough to see the last name that would eventually hers..

“You look lovely” Robin said standing up to say hello to her future daughter in-law, “You are one to talk, you look fantastic” she said smiling at her, “Taylor, hi, i love your shorts you look so sporty today” That wasn’t true ,she was wearing a white shirt and denim shorts, she would’ve worn the jersey of the quarterback, but she didn’t.

joe b sent new message:

hey Tay i don’t mean to sound rude or anything but could you please stop wearing my jersey to the games? ik this is a weird thing to ask but i don’t want Kat to feel like she has any competition or anything.

not saying she has but

you know what i mean

Taylor didn’t reply to the text, in fact she cried like a newborn baby afterwards, she was really even planning on attending the game, but she knew Joe’s mom would attend, it became a tradition to watch his games together back when they were in high school. When he transferred to LSU, she was over the moon, Joe and Taylor had been best friends since she was 16 and he was 17, they met because Taylor needed a tutor in physics, and Joe needed a few bucks, their friendship skyrocketed since.

You sat next to Robin, your eyes were watching the game but your mind was somewhere else, you came to earth after the screaming noises that you heard beside you, LSU won 23-20 over the Auburn Tigers, you came back from your trance after Robin told you to come to the field with her and Katherine. It was a horrible idea, you were planning on leaving early but you couldn’t, as you stood there on the field, you watched Katherine jump into Joe's arms, kissing him and telling him how proud she was of him, she stood awkwardly, Robin was the next one to demonstrate her happiness of the winning game to Joe. He was called into the locker rooms after hugging his mom. As they were walking back to the sidelines to wait for him, an overwhelming feeling took over you, he didn’t peek at you, not even once;

“I’m going to head out I have a huge paper due tomorrow, it was nice seeing you” You said hugging Robin as she kissed you forehead “It was so nice seeing you, any chance I have and I’m taking you back home with me” she smiled, Taylor waved goodbye to Kat and made her way to her dorm.

She were out of breath, Joe came over that night, they had been sleeping together for about 4 months now, it was a sporadic thing that happened at what she thought was the right time. Contrary to popular belief, she wasn’t love with Joe before the sex started, not even a spark was there, Taylor knew he was hot, as fuck, Joe felt the same way about her.

The night it began she was wearing jeans and a shirt that showed off her collar, as she was talking and noticed Joe’s eyes drifting from hers, he began looking at her lips and then at her breasts, he was licking his lips and she were lost in the lust that now reined in his blue eyes. “Do you want to have sex?” you thought out loud, next thing you knew Joe’s back was covered in scratches and her neck and breasts were full of hickeys. But she didn’t fall in love with him for the great sex they were having, she fell in love because he was the last thing she saw before she went to sleep and the first thing she felt around you in the morning. He was warm everytime he was near her, he always smelled so manly, so clean and made her feel at home. There was a period of time when their encounters stopped being only sex, it became aftercare that became kissing without lust, it became Taylor falling in love with him.

“Someone is blowing up you phone” she said between kisses “Don’t worry about it” he said kissing attacking her lips, it was a heated moment, but sometimes, there is a feeling in your stomach that doesn’t leave “I-I think we should stop” she said stepping away from the kiss “Are you okay?” he asked “Yeah, I just” she stuttered “I’m not in the mood” she said looking at him, he leaned back and stood up, “We can watch a movie” she said looking up at him, “No, it’s fine I have to be up early tomorrow for practice anyway” Her throat closed.

What? Since he cares so much about waking up early for practice, he has gone to practice after a rough night. She saw him leaving your dorm that night, she didn’t hear from him in the next hours, she went to bed and chose to shut your thoughts.

robin burrow:

It was so good seeing you doll. I’m leaving until Monday, I would love to treat you to brunch tomorrow. What do you say?

taylor:

hi robin!! i would love to, i was planning on going to the mall, if you want to we could go together too 🙂

And so she went, over brunch they only talked about the brunette , how she was doing and how was life back home, she missed her mom, Robin became kind of a second mom once her kid and Taylor started hanging out. She remembered the first time they met, Joe picked her up from a friends reunion and brought her home to make pumpkin pie, he had been waiting for that the whole week.She was the sweetest person ever, after going to Joe’s games the two became closer, she never had a daughter, she always said Taylor was the closest to knowing how being a girl mom would’ve been.

“Your hair got so long since the last time i saw you” Robin said looking at her, she loved spending just the two of them, there was a certain connection she could only have with her, they have known each other for a while now, 4 years sound so little but actually it felt like a lifetime together.

“Let’s take a picture to send to your mom” Robin said after about 4 hours of shopping, she took the picture, hugged her goodbye and parted ways. After driving to her dorm building, she took a shower, it was almost 4 and as much as she loved shopping with Robin, she was hard to keep up with.

Robin Burrow tagged you in a post.

Robin Burrow: Got to hang out with my daughter today! Always a fun time with this doll.

joe b sent a new message:

How did I not know my mom invited you shopping

Could’ve asked Kat to go with you guys.

The happiness she felt on her stomach dropped after those messages popped on her notification center. Like a punch in the throat.

Taylor: what’s gotten into you? Do you not like me hanging out with your mom?

joe b: All I’m saying you could’ve asked my girlfriend to go too

Girlfriend, like an uppercut that was smashed to her face.

Taylor: not my fault your mom didn’t invite her??

joe b: Whatever just

joe b: She should start hanging out with my mom, and my mom needs to let you go.

Taylor: what does that even mean??

joe b: You do realize we are not boyfriend and girlfriend right?

joe b: Like whatever happened between the both of us ended a long time ago, you don't need to play daughter in law with my mom.

Taylor: You can come pick up your stuff from my dorm, I’ll leave it outside on a box.

joe b: Good.

That night, Taylor couldn’t stop crying, she lost her best friend, and the closest thing shehad to a mother, Robin was the one who helped her choose her prom dress since her own mom was too busy criticizing how her arms looked in that dress. Joe knew that, she called him crying after the heated encounter that had just happened.

A knock on the door woke her up the next day, too lazy to get up and open she figured that if she avoided it it would go away, it did. After a whole week of what it felt, a gut wrenching feeling that would not leave her body.

What changed on Joe to make her feel this way, was she not pretty, was she not smart, was she not what he was looking for? She never told him how she felt, there was never a need for it, everyone around them knew that.

Joe can recall a moment he felt his stomach turned of happiness, it was an off-season sunday, both of them were back in Athens, Joe’s brother hosted a barbecue and Taylor was his unmentioned +1, he picked her up and as much as he tried to hide his excitement he just couldn’t, his sisters in-law always got along with her, or as much as the age gap let them, his nephews were cray for her, and she as crazy for them too, playing tag with them in the backyard while looking as is she was made of angel dust, after staring at her, a familiar voice got him out of that haze.

“You are not fooling anyone son” His father said “Fooling with what?” Joe looked at his dad and chuckled, “You are in love with her” Joe chuckled again “How many beers have you had dad?” His dad looked at him and laughed. Shortly after Joe went inside to change his shirt since the smoke was impregnating his clothes, after changing he stumbled up Taylor. “Hey, I was looking for you” she said “I gotta go but thank you so much for having me” she said half hugging Joe, he was confused “What? You’re leaving so early! We haven’t had dinner yet” “I know and I’m sorry, I promise I will make it up to you” Joe walked to the door to grab his keys, “No worries, I ordered an uber” she said putting her hands on his chest “It’s already here” she said opening the door and closing it so Joe couldn’t walk her to the car. He was confused, but he was also quick, she didn’t get in an Uber, she got into a car and was greeted by a guy he was very aware of, Mathew somehow knew a friend of a friend of a friend from Taylor, they met on a party one night, they were not dating, she thought he was cute but didn’t felt like the one she was looking for.

Joe held onto that memory for the longest time,he didn’t know who the guy in the car was, couldn’t see his face, he felt bad about her leaving him and his family to see some other guy. But he couldn’t complain, he had done that two or three times, maybe more, using football as an excuse to not go with her to the movies or shopping. Mat and Taylor stopped seeing each other afterwards, he was a quarterback for Michingan and was insanely gorgeous, also one of the best in the league, LSU and Michigan played against each other on the season, and that’s when Joe knew who he was, he told some of the defense guys to tackled him harder, later that night, after the win Taylor was wrapped around Joe’s arms, He won both matchups that day.

Tired from her pity party, she decided to go out that night, her girlfriends were more than happy to go and have a nice dinner as long as it meant to dress up cute. They laughed so hard that night and took a bunch of pictures, she posted one to her story and went to bed that night.

barzal97: You are drop dead gorgeous.

barzal97: I’m playing LSU next weekend, wanna come?

And she did, wearing Michigan gear, sitting with Mat’s friends and having a great time. There was no point in going to the game and being on the other side if Joe wasn’t willing to be nice to her, LSU won 21-17 that night. But she was more than happy to see Mat.

After the game, Joe went to see his family and girlfriend, realizing a short brown eyed was missing, “Hey Mom, did Taylor come?” he asked her very quietly “I don't know honey, she didn’t sit with us, maybe she was in the stands” Robin half smiled at Joe, he knew she wasn’t there after all he wouldn’t blame her. Later that night, Joe found out she was sitting on Michigan’s side after a text from one of his friends. He was so mad and so heartbroken at the same time.

joe b: Really? Wearing Barzal’s gear, that’s low even for you.

He regretted sending that text and as much as he tried to deleted it, Taylor already saw it,

taylor: What is your problem dude? You’ve been acting like a dick lately.

taylor: you were the one who told me to stop hanging out with your mom, now that I’ve done that, ur pissed off about it give me a break you big baby.

Stop hanging out with my mom doesn’t equate to wearing someone else’s jersey, Joe thought to himself.

joe b: Tell your little boyfriend that he will always lose you to me, I had you first.

joe b: I’m sorry tay i shouldn’t have said that.

The last message didn’t go through.

[oldiesstationlover11607]

🎶Hello! My name is Elder 💛, and I would like to share with you the most amazing request!🎶

Hello my dude! It’s me 💛. First of all, I love hearing your responses to whatever it is I’m dragging on about in my request messages so please never apologize. It’s almost like we’re pen pals in a way (only I give nothin in return for your amazing stories other than my poor jokes). Also, the whole concept about how perspectives affect how people view the media they consume that you talked about in the Josh studying one shot (which, honestly, encouraged me to study) is a similar concept that psychology talks about a decent amount (though, we focus beyond just perception of media, but I definitely understood the concept you mentioned). Also, have fun at your show when it comes around! I feel like sometimes international fans (for US artists) are better crowds because they don’t take the fact that the artist is touring there for granted. Idk. Have fun no matter what though!

Anyways, I’m rambling. My request. I was wondering if you could do something really fluffy about the reader, who is in a relationship with Tyler, struggling to sleep on the tour bus while she tours with the boys, not because it is small or uncomfortable or anything (which it is), but because the bunks on the bus are too small for her to snuggle with Tyler, which helps her fall asleep. Maybe she could try to hide how tired she is for a few days but Tyler catches on or something.

I apologize if this is a stupid request. No pressure for it to be long or anything, I just think it’s cute!

Sleep - Tyler Joseph x reader

Relationship: Tyler Joseph × Reader

Warnings: none - fluffy

Word Count: 1797

A/N: So sorry this took so long! It's been a stressful few days as you probably saw on one of my posts but things are getting better now I think. Starting to realise at 18 that parents (especially my Dad) generally have no idea what they're doing in life either and can f up a lot. I agree with the notion that international fans appreciate artists touring more–tøp is only playing one show for our whole country so it's very exciting for me lol. Hope you enjoy this one!

“And this is the bus!” Tyler beamed, grasping my hand and helping me up onto the vehicle. My jaw dropped, completely unexpecting the amazingness in front of me. The front of the bus was lined with benches and a tv sat in the corner–a nintendo sitting underneath it. Towards the back, the walk space narrowed as rows of bunks led to the end lounge. 

“Holy shit, this is–wow,” I gasped. Tyler let out a loud laugh, putting the last of our stuff where it belonged. I couldn’t believe this was going to be our home for the next three months. Josh, Mark, important crew members, Tyler, and I–all in this small bus together. It was going to be awesome.

Tyler grabbed my hand, leading me back to the bunks. He pointed at the last top and middle bunks on the left side. “This is where we’re sleeping. You’re top and I’m middle–Josh is sleeping on the bottom.” I hadn’t realized that Tyler and I wouldn’t be sleeping together. We always slept together, practically on top of each other. How could I have been so stupid? Of course the bunks weren’t going to fit two people. I nodded, trying to hide my worry. Tyler and I had slept together every night for the last three years, even in the back of the van we made it work. 

“You done giving her the tour?” Josh smiled, appearing from the back lounge. He was wearing a black sleeveless shirt, skinny jeans, and the same baseball cap he’d worn everyday for the last 6 months. Tyler nodded, leading us into the front lounge. It was starting to get dark outside, which as Tyler had told me earlier, meant we were going to sleep soon and the driver was going to take us to the first stop on the tour. Knowing me better than anyone, Tyler placed a bag of peppermint tea inside a mug and filled it with warm water. Every night before I slept I had to have a warm drink and cuddle with him before I could sleep–except this time I only got to have one of those things. 

“Do you guys think you’ll miss the van?” I asked, taking a sip of my tea and leaning against Tyler. I wondered if he felt the same way about our sleeping arrangements. 

“I don't know, maybe?” Josh started.

“I think we’ll miss certain aspects of it. I definitely don’t miss how cramped it was,” Tyler chuckled, looking at me. 

“Yeah, I guess it was cramped, wasn’t it?” I awkwardly laughed. As I finished my drink I put it in the sink and headed to the back lounge to get changed into my pjs. The back lounge was just big enough for everyone’s suitcases to fit and for us to get changed—however it was hard to keep my balance considering the floor was covered in clothes and suitcases. I folded up my clothes and slipped them into the bag I’d designated for Tyler and I’s dirty clothes. I grabbed a hoodie and marched back out to the front of the bus where Tyler was sitting–Josh must’ve gone to bed already. 

“You ready?” Tyler smiled, getting up off the couch and stretching his arms. I hummed a yes before Tyler led us to our set of bunks, the bottom bunk’s curtain closed confirming my theory that Josh had gone to bed already. Tyler helped me up to the top bunk before climbing in below me. It felt weird to know he was going to sleep below me when all I wanted to do was sleep in his embrace. After getting myself as comfortable as I possibly could be without being next to Tyler, I leaned over the edge of my bunk to see him scrolling on his phone. 

“What’re you doing?” I whispered, causing him to look up from his phone with a soft smile. 

“Just scrolling through Twitter, the fans seem really excited for the show,” he hummed. 

“More excited than you?” I chuckled, reaching down to hold his hand. He rubbed his thumb against the back of my hand before pressing his lips to it. 

“No one is ever more excited than me for tour,” he responded. “Anyways, I’m tired, I should get some rest.” I nodded, feeling blood start to rush to my head from hanging upside down. 

“Okay, goodnight Ty,” I smiled. “Night love,” he hummed, rolling over onto his side, turning his little light off, and closing the blue cotton curtain. 

I rolled back up so I was laying flat on my bunk and staring up at the roof of the little box I was sealed in. My eyes felt heavy as the blue light from my phone beamed into my face from scrolling–which I wouldn’t have been doing if Tyler had bothered to teach me how to use the little screens at the end of each bed. A few hours had passed and I still hadn’t fallen asleep yet, the sound of–probably–Josh’s snoring filled the bus along with the buzzing of the road. I missed the shape of Tyler’s body against mine, we fit perfectly together and just laying there I felt like half the person I was supposed to be. I’d put my phone down, its battery reaching 10% and resorted to counting to 100 over and over again while tossing and turning to find a comfortable position. Nothing was helping. As each hour passed through the night I kept my eye on the clock counting the hours till the boys would wake up. Tyler was a morning person–or at least he’d made himself a morning person–always keen to make the most of the day and get to work so that by the evening he could spend time with me. Each hour I made mental notes of what was happening each hour, trying to save myself from going insane. 

3AM - Josh stopped snoring and Tyler let out a groan as he rolled over. 

4AM - The bus jumped as we went over what I assumed was a speed bump and I fell asleep for 15 minutes. 

5AM - Someone turned on their phone for 10 minutes but definitely fell back asleep after 5 minutes and we parked just inside the gates of the venue parking lot. I could hear the sounds of crew off loading equipment–loud enough to hear but quiet enough to not wake anyone up. Josh’s curtain opened and he got changed for a run.

6AM - Tyler’s curtain opened and he crawled out of the bunk. 

“Tyler?” I croaked, opening my own curtain. He was running his fingers through his hair, trying to fix it after what I knew was a decent sleep. 

“Morning,” Tyler smiled, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear. Josh climbed back onto the bus, the vehicle shaking slightly with the change of weight. I jumped down from my bunk and put on one of Tyler’s black hoodies, the smell relaxing me more than I had been in the last 8 hours. “You want some breakfast?” I nodded, knowing I was going to need an awful amount of coffee to survive the day. By the time I made it to the front of the bus Tyler had placed a bowl of cereal and a cup of coffee on the table for me. 

“Thanks babe,” I smiled, digging into my food and listening to Josh talk about what the city we were in had to do. What I had failed to notice was Tyler strongly examining my face as if there was something wrong. While Josh continued to talk about tourist attractions–further exhausting me with every activity he mentioned–Tyler reached out to rub my upper cheek. 

“Did you get enough sleep last night Y/N?” he started. I didn’t want to bother him with my issues, Tyler was going to be busy today and clearly I was the only one who had a problem with sleeping alone. 

“Yeah, I think so,” I lied, trying to hold back a yawn. Josh let out a loud laugh. “What’s so funny?” I darted my head in his direction. 

“Well I’m sure Tyler already knows this considering it’s you but you’re a terrible liar,” he explained, a massive grin plastered onto his face. My jaw dropped. “You’ve been wide awake since at least 4:30–I could hear you rolling over every three seconds,” he got up to put away his dishes and have a shower, leaving Tyler and I alone at the table. 

“Y/N?” Tyler asked, raising an eyebrow. 

“He’s right. I got 15 minutes of sleep,” I mumbled, rubbing my eyes and finally releasing the yawn I’d been trying to hold in.  

“Oh honey,” Tyler reached out to hold my hand, “why didn’t you sleep?” I thought long and hard about how I was going to answer that question without seeming like a creep. 

“I–I missed you. We haven’t had a single night apart in forever and I just–I couldn’t sleep,” I sighed. Tyler looked relieved, the stress lines on his forehead disappearing. 

“God, I thought something was horribly wrong,” he breathed, “I can fix the missing me problem Y/N.” I got up and put my dishes in the sink on top of Josh’s–one of us would eventually clean them but it wasn’t going to be me and it wasn’t going to be right now. 

“How?” I asked. Tyler got up from his seat and walked to the back of the bus. He ruffled through his suitcase before pulling something out and coming back to me. 

“This.” He handed me a black t-shirt–the exact black t-shirt he was wearing when we first met. “It smells like me so if you’re struggling to sleep at least you have something that is mine and–” Before he could finish his sentence I’d practically tackled him into his chair, pressing my lips to his. My eyes fluttered closed and my breathing slowed, finally feeling relaxed in his embrace. He returned the kiss, meshing his lips against mine gently. “Wait–wait,” he muttered in between breaths causing me to pull away slowly. “I wasn’t done yet,” he laughed. 

“What?” I smirked lazily. 

“I was going to say, you can always wake me up in the night if you want to talk or cuddle or need anything,” he explained. 

“Really?” I asked, resting my head in the crook of his neck and closing my eyes. He hummed a yes before standing up with me wrapped around him like a koala. His hands came to rest under me so he could hold me up. 

“Let’s get you back to bed,” he sighed, carrying me to the back of the bus. I was barely awake at that point, my breathing slowing and consciousness slowly slipping away. “Sleep well Y/N.”

//

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[donniewatts]

                 𝑫𝑶𝑵𝑵𝑰𝑬 𝑾𝑨𝑻𝑻𝑺 & 𝑺𝑬𝑿𝑼𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑻𝒀 , a short study.

i think i've put some emphasis on this on my previous blogs for donnie, but he really does struggle with his sexuality as a teenager and a young adult. there's a lot of internal homophobia going on. he gets mean ( whether that be violent or just loud and abrasive or all three at once is dependent on the situation ) whenever someone even so much as implies that he's anything but the tough masculine stereotype he's pretending to be. he does genuinely love to wear ripped jeans and tank tops, and rock out to metal and whatever. but on top of that, he loves having his hair long. he watches his weight and is particular about his hygiene, his wardrobe and his appearance. he loves wearing eyeliner like all the rockstars he looks up to. he struggles with that part of himself because of how his mother would verbally and physically berate him for acting 'unmanly.' ( for example, she once took scissors to his hair and forced him into needing to go to the hairdresser because he was refusing to go. that was one of the last times donnie cried so much in front of his mother, as her punishment upon returning home was severe. ) and it's hard for him to unlearn the toxic and unhealthy behaviours and thought processes that stem from that.

donnie also struggles with everything because of the strict baptist element of his upbringing. from a young age, it was ingrained in donnie's head that queerness was a sin. it was wrong, ungodly. all of that on top of the fact that his mother had him convinced that he was going to hell anyway, ensured that donnie repressed any signs of not being straight for a long ass time. many of his peers would also call donnie slurs, the scar that runs through donnie's left eyebrow was the result of a fight that broke out between him and an older kid who called him a slur and compared him to a girl. donnie, having been exposed to his mother doing the same to him all the time at home, snapped. in donnie's head? being queer was bad. being queer meant that he'd be punished, and so he kept it firmly to himself, and even then, he'd deny it to himself.

his attitude towards his sexuality shifts the longer he spends fostering his romantic relationship with james, it isn't an overnight thing, of course. it takes time, a lot of self-reflection, and him eventually coming out to his brother and sister-in-law, for him to finally come to terms with it all. brody and cassidy don't even hesitate to accept him. but even then, he struggles with his sexuality until long after he's had emma and anita's left his life. having a child puts some of his world views, traumas, and learned behaviours into perspective for him. it forces him to think about the way he thinks about himself, if he wouldn't treat emma that way, then why would he treat himself that way? is the way he begins to look at it.

with all this to say: donnie really struggles with feeling any kind of pride regarding his sexuality, and honestly? even when he's accepted it there's gonna be part of him that will always be iffy about being publicly affectionate with men. there will always be a part of him that will struggle with going on dates with men and whatnot. but, donnie being who he is and how he is, he pushes through it anyway. he's a shameless flirt regardless of gender. so whatever awkwardness that occurs with hand holding and other forms of pda will be glossed over by donnie flirting. in his younger days he tries to only sleep with women and never so much as looks at another man that way, but he gets over that with time and age.

[mysticstarlightduck]

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕀𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕕𝕦𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 (𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕃𝕦𝕣𝕜𝕤 𝕀𝕟 𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℍ𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨) - 𝔻𝕪𝕝𝕒𝕟 𝕄𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕙𝕒𝕟

Another character introduction post for What Lurks In The Hollow, this time for Dylan Millihan - Amy's brother.

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Amy's older brother, a very introverted and seriou 23-year old, Dylan was once a medical student, but after their grandmother died leaving them only debt, he had to dropout in order to take legal guardianship of Amy as they moved back to Vinethorn Grove. He resents their grandmother - Edith - greatly, both for the fact she was an absent figure in their life but because her gambling habits ruined his plans for the future. As of the start of the story, Dylan's especially withdrawn from anybody who isn't Amy, both due to the pressure of finding the jobs he needs to pay the bills and keep them afloat (while still paying their grandmother's debt) and because all that the small town of Vinethorn Grove has done since their arrival has been spreading harmful rumors and making his life even more complicated than it already was - especially after a local middle-aged woman, the 50-year-old Mrs Draycott, gets an unhealthy crush on him and, feeling spurned, sets off to destroy his life. When Amy and her newfound friends start investigating the town's bloody mysteries he is initially wary and against the idea of them digging into the Mayor's corrupt little secrets, but upon realizing that the teens would continue the investigation whether he liked it or not, Dylan decides to help them out in the search - if only to protect Amy, and begrudgingly, her friends.

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Pronouns - He/Him Age - 23 Appearance - Tall and handsome, with long wavy hazel hair, which is styled in a way vaguely reminiscent of a mix of the 80s and early 2000s. He favors black button up shirts (and usually doesn't have the patience to button the last 3 to 4 buttons near the collar), simple dark denim jeans, black leather boots and a simple leather braid bracelet that he always wears. His usual expression is a tired scowl, both because he doesn't get nearly as much sleep as he should but also because he is the most introverted person in town and feels uncomfortable interacting with strangers.

Personality Types:

📸Enneagram: 8w9

📸MBTI: ISTJ

Occupation: Former Medical Student (had to drop out because of their grandmother's death + to take guardianship of Amy), now works 3 jobs - security guard at a lake resort, delivery driver and warehouse loader

Place of Birth: Vinethorn Grove (moved away to a big city when he was thirteen, after their parents died, moved back into town - now 23 - along with his younger sister, Amy)

Orientation: Straight

🎞️ Personal Life 🎞️

Family:

Amy Millihan - Younger Sister and Legal Ward

Status: Alive

Age: 16

Occupation: Student (currently on school break), Paranormal Investigator & Enthusiast

Relationship: Good, (but deep down he worries that he isn't good enough/thinks he is failing her and feels their relationship isn't the same as it was when they were kids and wrongfully thinks its his fault, which leads to him being withdrawn and a bit combative about his feelings)

Laura Millihan (neè Hartwell) & Jeremy Millihan - Parents

Status: Deceased (have been for a decade now) Ages: (Laura) 35 at the time of death, (Jeremy) 36 at the time of death; Occupations: (Laura) Civil Engineer & Interior Designer, (Jeremy) Veterinarian and Artist Cause of Death: Undisclosed Freak Accident Relationship: Good but short-lived

Edith Millihan - Paternal Grandmother, Former Guardian

Status: Deceased (recently) Age: 80 Occupation: Widow (inherited her husband's fortune - as he had been a wealthy businessman), Compulsive Gambler Cause of Death: Heart Attack Relationship: Bad (Edith was an absent and toxic grandmother and often left Dylan to raise Amy when the two were kids because the old woman used to spend the entire day at the casino + was strongly emotionally abusive to him growing up because he reminded her of her late son and she couldn't handle that. She also spent all their money - including both of the siblings' college funds - gambling, which Dylan greatly resents her for)

Best Friends/Allies:

Christine Nespor:

Status: Alive Age: 22 Occupation: Freelance Artist, Artisan/DIY-er, Former Wanderer, Aspiring Poet, works from home + works at a local craft store as well Relationship: Good - at first Dylan was wary of her, as he is of any strangers, and thought she was 'a lot'/overwhelming due to her extroverted nature, but as they got to know each other they became best friends and love interests.

🎞️ Likes & Dislikes 🎞️

Hobbies/Interests:

Watching horror movies with Amy - whenever he's not too tired or worried about something too pressing.

Driving around on his old Chevy, especially to clear his mind

Drinking coffee, especially espressos or cappucinnos. He drinks a lot of coffee, by the way, probably more than it would be healthy.

Being alone with his thoughts, just chilling out, preferably somewhere quiet where no strangers will come to bother him

Swimming in the lake

Shadowboxing, when he has the time

Reading medieval fantasy books, especially gritty ones, or detective thriller stories of the vintage kind

Playing puzzle games on his phone, while listening to folk pop

Additional Favorites (extra list here):

Music: Folk Pop, Indie/Alternative Pop

Person (his 'comfort people'): Mostly only Amy, but after he gets closer to Christine I'd say she becomes one of his favorite people as well.

Candy: Coffee Toffees or Mint Bubblegum

Place: 1. His room, 2. Their Lakehouse, (much later) 3. Christine's Treehouse Home

Fictional Creature: Cerberus, Dragons

Scent: Coffee, Shaving Cream and Dry Leaves

General Dislikes/Hates:

Mrs Draycott. For gods sake this woman is the human incarnation of the devil, she makes his life a living hell - both when she was "infatuated" with him (literally stalking him) and especially during her vengeful advances after he rejects her. She's the bane of his existence and there's few people he hates more.

Being unable to make ends meet or pay the bills, or especially, having to deal with the debt collectors that come knocking on his door.

People who try to scratch his Chevy or who almost bump into it with their own cars while being reckless.

Blackmail and people who try to use his insecurities against him.

Anything that puts Amy in danger or which makes him feel he has somehow failed her, that is his worst nightmare.

Memories of his grandmother - they always make him angry and upset, especially since her debt is a constant reminder of everything he couldn't achieve because of her and the dreams he had to leave behind.

Spending money trivially.

Being late to something important - both job wise and in his personal life.

Strangers who pry into his life and who make snide comments that aren't welcome - or worse, who judge them and tell him what he should 'do instead'. Nothing irks him out more.

Annoying noises/too much noises when he has a headache.

Having to handle too much at the same time when he's in a bad mood.

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Fast Car- Luke Combs

I Need Some Sleep - Eels

Perfect - Hedley

Brother - NeedToBreathe, Gavin Degraw

People I Don't Like - UPSAHL

Ditmas - Mumford and Sons

Living On a Prayer - Bon Jovi

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Request - hammering on their neighbor's door to make them turn off the music since it's 3 am | “call me when you get home, so i know you’re safe.”

Words - 1.7k

Warnings - Jake is a bit of a jackass, but other than that it's pure fluff ♡

You had stopped wishing for silence.

There was no use in praying for quiet to come.

The last couple hours had been hell. While you were getting ready for bed, you didn’t mind the sound, but as you tucked in beneath your comforter, all you could focus on was the obnoxiously loud music coming from the other side of your bedroom wall.

The twins.

You had been living next to the twins for just under a year. In that time, you had come to enjoy their company. They were always kind when you passed one another in the hall, they offered to help move your new couch into your apartment for you a couple weeks after you moved in, they were nice enough guys. The only issue is that, while the three of you all seemed to be night owls, the twins could be a little less aware of how loud they get in the wee hours of the morning.  

It was a blind quest, reaching across your bed sheets until your fingers found the cool surface of your bedside table, and helplessly moving your hand around until you found your phone. It took a few seconds to unlock, and a few more for you to scroll through your texts to find a specific contact.

It had been about a week since the last time you had texted Josh, but you couldn’t help but smile at the last text you had received from him.

You spent the next minute slowly typing out a message, unsure of whether or not he was even awake as you pressed send.

It was like waiting for a storm to pass. Simply laying in bed staring at your ceiling and waiting for the loud noise to quiet so that you could finally rest… but as you watched fifteen minutes pass, you reached the breaking point of your patience. Your body ached to finally relax, tensing in retaliation as you slid out from beneath your blankets.

You took a moment to appreciate how much quieter it was as you stepped out into the apartment hallway, a few more walls dampening the sound of his music, before making the short trip to his front door and banging on in loud enough for him to hear it over his music. Your irritability had reached a peak, and as you lifted your fist to bang on the door again, you heard the lock click, and it slowly opened.

It seemed each of you was surprised by the other's appearance. Very rarely did you see Jake in what you had deemed ‘normal person clothes’ also known as a tee shirt and sweatpants, or jeans. Usually he was sauntering around wearing linen pants and a button up shirt that would have maybe two buttons done up. The slow roll of his tongue over his bottom lip as his eyes drank in your appearance not only gave you an inkling of what was passing through his head in that moment, but also brought your attention to the fact that you were not, in fact, wearing a bra beneath the ratty tee shirt you had worn to bed. You could only thank your past self for choosing to wear shorts to bed.

“Can you, uh…” You watched the way his lips sat in a borderline smug grin, watching you try to form a coherent sentence. “Can you turn your music down, please.”

He hummed, leaning against the doorframe and locking his gaze with your own. “And why would I do that?”

Your eyes rolled, and a yawn pushed its way out of you. “Because it's three am, and I would like to go to sleep.”

“Well then, by all means.” Jake leaned forward a bit, gesturing back towards the door of your apartment. “Go to sleep.”

“Are you going to turn down your music?” The question was genuine, and though you were fighting to keep it together, it did come across a tad pleading.

His lips curled into a smirk, “Of course, princess.”

You watched as he slowly lifted his weight from the door and began to slide it shut. Only once you had turned away from the door did he speak again. “Call me when you get home, so I know you’re safe.”

When you turned to glare at him, you were met with the smug expression once again on his face, and before you could say anything he just winked at you and closed the door.

The absence of sound when you returned to your bedroom was a pleasant outcome, and you quickly found yourself curled back beneath the covers of your bed, nuzzling into the cool pillows beneath your head, hearing only the faintest of humming from Jake’s music on the opposite side of the wall. You were freefalling into the depths of sleep, on the very brink of finally falling asleep… until that insignificant hum of music got louder, pulling you away from your relaxed state. Once again, you had to blindly search for your phone, peeling only one eye open to look at your screen as you pulled up Jake's contact and pressed the ‘call’ button. Your one open eye slowly blinked shut as you listened to the dial tone ringing…

Once.

Twice.

“Well hello, princess. Took a while for you to call, I was starting to worry.”

You could hear the smile on his lips from just the way he was speaking, you did not offer the same in response, instead you kept your head pressed into your pillow as you parted your lips to speak. “You said you were going to turn your music down.”

There was an extended beat of silence before he finally replied. “Did I? I thought I imagined that conversation.”

“Would you like me to come bang on your door again? I can't promise I'll be this polite.” Your words may have still been muddled, but your attitude remained clear all the same.

A low chuckle accompanied his words. “Don't threaten me with a good time, princess.”

The conversation fell quiet, and slowly you could hear the volume of his music turning up, both from the speaker of your phone, and the other side of the wall. You had slid out of your bed and walked back out into the apartment hallway before you were aware of what you were doing, and within seconds of your hand smacking against Jake’s front door, he was cracking it open.

It was barely open enough to see him, offering you just a sliver of his profile as he peeked through the open space. “What do you need? I’m in the middle of a very important call.”

You realized then that you had never hung up, and quickly looked down at your phone, disconnecting from the call before allowing a sigh to escape from your lips. “Please, Jake. I beg of you, just turn it down. Tomorrow is my day off and I really wanted to get a good night's sleep.”

He let out a long breathy sigh, a barely audible ‘fuck’ slipping from his lips. Jake pulled the door open, properly standing in front of you and looking you in the eyes. “Sorry... I'll shut it all off, you get some rest.”

You mumbled a quick ‘thanks’ before turning and shuffling back into your apartment. You buried yourself in your comforter one last time, and finally your body succumbed to the need for slumber, pulling you into a deep sleep.

When you finally woke up, you found that Jake had texted you not long after you had gotten into bed for the final time in the early hours of the morning.

Your phone remained unlocked, open on his text for your viewing as you made your way into your bathroom. It stayed open as you brushed your teeth, wondering what he had in mind by ‘let me make it up to you?’... and it was still up as you washed your face, trying to figure out what to say in response.

Eventually you were cleansed, and you decided it was about time to reply.

You caught the moment the message turned from ‘delivered’ to ‘read’, and watched the three little bubbles pop up, then disappear, and pop up again in a repetitive loop for almost the entirety of the time it took for you to put on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt.

It took a moment for your brain to digest the message, the single word response leading to a staggering trail of questions you could ask in return.

You could picture him lounging on their unnecessarily large, but admittedly very comfortable couch, an eyebrow cocked as he awaited your reply.

A breathy laugh escaped you as you walked out of your apartment, taking the short stroll down the hall to his front door and knocking. The door slowly opened, revealing an offended looking Jake standing behind it, already opening his mouth to speak as his eyes lock on your own. “We both know I can cook… you’ve said it yourself that I’m a good cook-”

You nudged your way past him, shuffling into his apartment and making a b-line for the kitchen. He followed close behind bumping into you when you came to a sudden stop at the small island. “I’m the one that made you that lasagna for your birthday, you seemed to enjoy it.”

“Jesus, Jake.” You spun around and slowly placed your hands on his shoulders. “I never doubted that you could make eggs benedict. I’ve just had too many people not know how to make it, so I have a negative bias against homemade eggs benny.”

You watched as Jake let out a deep breath, and his expression quickly switched from pensive to confused. “So no one has ever made you good eggs benedict?”

The shake of your head drew a low whistle from his lips, and he swiftly moved around you, opening the door to his fridge and pulling out ingredients. “I’m gonna change that.”

You made your way around the island, pulling your phone from your pocket as you slid onto a barstool. “Don’t get my hopes up too high, Jake. It’ll just make it hurt more if you end up making really bad eggs benedict.”

You felt your phone buzz as you placed it on the countertop, and as you opened your messages to read the text, Jake chose to speak up. “Get your hopes up as high as you’d like, princess, I’m gonna blow your mind.”

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wRoNg: chapter three

warnings: swearing, sex, mentions of smoking, and cheating.

Louis made a grave mistake going to his eight am lecture after missing it for two weeks. The pass of judgment made him forget that Harry was in fact also in that American History lecture. 

It was dreadful. Harry had spotted him almost immediately and sat in the chair next to him. Louis didn’t know what was worse: the idea of Harry taunting him about Zayn, or the fact that Harry looked the best he’s ever had this early in the morning. 

For someone who just spent his Sunday night partying, Harry looked gorgeous. Louis remained calm, not giving Harry a single glance. Acting unbothered was the best thing to do in this scenario. If Harry could tell that Louis wasn’t interested in a conversation, then he hopefully wouldn't start one. 

“Hey,” Louis’ somewhat decent mood immediately  dropped, hearing Harry whisper in his ear. He tried to focus on their professor lecturing about the Electoral College and how it affected the 1824 presidential election. American politics always confused Louis, but then again he wasn’t even from there. 

“What?” Louis sounded bratty, which wasn’t his intention, but he couldn’t help it. He was already nervous enough to be sitting next to Harry.

“You wanna do something tonight?” Harry smirked, his beautiful dimple showing itself to Louis. He had to hold back a blush from just how cute Harry looked.

“Does everything you do revolve around partying?” Louis went back to his sassy demeanor quickly. He couldn’t let it fall because of a little crush.

“No, not like that. We’re not gonna throw on a Monday night. Need that beauty sleep on school nights, y’know?” Sleep was the last thing Louis was thinking about. If he never slept, he would’ve never had that stupid dream about Harry, and he most certainly wouldn’t be finding himself attracted to him. 

“I was thinking,” Harry continued, “I could give you a little tour of the house. You know, since you’re moving in next semester.” Louis forgot about the little move in. It was tradition, new members always moved in their second semester. 

Louis was silent for a minute before deciding to speak again, “I guess that’ll work… What time? Niall said he was going out around five, no idea with who, but we can do it then?” Harry gulped, knowing exactly what Niall was doing and who he was doing. 

“That works. I don’t have a car, so can you walk over?” Harry asked, making direct eye contact with Louis. Louis slowly nodded, not bothering to speak. He was overwhelmed, and Harry could tell. He was more so nervous about what Zayn and Niall were going to get up to, but he moved his focus to Louis.

Class went by smoothly, and Harry couldn’t help but think about putting his hand on Louis’ thighs. He couldn’t help but notice how nice Louis’ ass was, too, but he decided to shame himself for that instead. He had a boyfriend, and he also had just slept with Louis’ roommate. Niall was really good, and so was Zayn, but something about Louis was just so… interesting.

-

It was four thirty in the afternoon, and Louis wasn’t home. That didn’t bother Niall at all. It gave him time to get ready. He was struggling to choose an outfit, so he decided to text Zayn.

Whoran: What’s the dress code? 

Niall waited impatiently for Zayn to answer. He still didn’t know what they were going to do, but he liked surprises. Was this a date? No, it couldn’t be. Zayn had Harry and Harry had Zayn. But Harry didn’t have Zayn, they both slept with other people. A shiver ran down the blonde’s spine, thoughts of Zayn fucking Louis filling his mind. He shook it off out of fear of getting hard before this hang out.

Zayn: something nice 

Hm. Niall had a nice dress shirt and some black skinny jeans, but he didn’t want that to be too fancy. Plus, he only had sneakers and tennis shoes to wear with his outfit. It wouldn’t match at all. Niall needed some more clarification.

Whoran: What are you wearing? 

Niall bit his lip watching the three dots appear in the chat thread. Hopefully Zayn would send something that Niall could match. 

Zayn: *one image attached* 

Niall blushed at the sight of Zayn all dressed up. He had a dress shirt on, a nice blue denim pair of jeans, and black converse on. Niall was relieved to see the shoes considering it wasn’t anything over the top. Niall could definitely match him. 

The realization hit with the fact that this seemed like a date. Niall frowned to himself, grabbing a navy blue dress shirt out of his closet along with his converse. Harry and Zayn must’ve had an open relationship right? But Zayn didn’t know about how Harry and he slept together. It was all too confusing, and Niall knew he was going to ask about it later. 

Niall got ready and decided to send Zayn a picture. Deep down, he was hoping for a compliment.

Whoran: *one image attached* 

Whoran: Is this alright? 

His stomach dropped when he saw the familiar three bubbles. It was out of nervousness. He hadn’t felt like this since that first night when Harry asked for them to sleep together. 

Zayn: perfect😍

Niall smiled, resisting the urge to jump on his bed and celebrate like a little school girl. He had to play this cool. Something was warning him in his brain to be careful. If this was a date, Niall could very well be a ‘side hoe.’ Surprisingly, Niall wasn’t too upset about that. He didn’t want to be tied down, especially when he had Louis in his life helping every night.

Whoran: Haha thank you! 

Zayn: of course 😘 am i good to head over? 

Niall was too lost in his school girl world to even realize how fast the time went by. He jumped up, putting on his shoes quickly and grabbing his wallet. It would only be about a three minute drive to his dorm, so he might as well ride the elevator down to be on time. 

Whoran: Yeah! Heading down right now! :) 

Niall got into the elevator and clicked the first floor. This time, it didn’t stop. It was a straight shot down, which didn’t help his nerves at all, but he digressed. It was time to move past being anxious all the time. Niall walked out of the elevator once it reached the floor, feeling an expected vibration in his phone.

Zayn: here

Niall exited the dorm building and spotted a Volkswagen parked out. He could tell it was Zayn by the bumper stickers. What shocked Niall was just how fancy the car was. Apparently, by the looks of it, Zayn had some sort of money.

“Hey!” Niall exclaimed while getting in the car, smiling from ear to ear. Zayn was unsure if he should act nonchalant or not. He ended up replying.

“Hey,” Zayn shifted the car into drive and turned out of the dorm parking, turning right and heading away from campus town. Niall rested his hands by holding them together, letting them sit on his thighs. Zayn was making him nervous. It wasn’t surprising, anybody as beautiful as the raven haired boy could make a whole room nervous. 

“Where are we going?” Niall asked softly. He was staring at Zayn, admiring his every feature. God definitely took his time when creating him.

“‘M gonna take you on a date,” Niall’s suspicions were confirmed, which made him feel better about even thinking it was a date. Open relationships must’ve been Zayn’s type of thing.

“What about Harry..?” Niall didn’t want to be nosy by any means, but curiosity got the best of him. He tried to push back the memories of the night before; the memories of him and Harry. It was all hazy, but he couldn’t stop thinking about all the sweet nothings Harry had whispered in his ear. 

“Don’t worry, he knows,” Zayn reassured. Niall slightly nodded, still confused by the entire thing. Maybe it was the killer hangover making his mind all messed up. 

“Huh?” Niall sounded dumbfounded, which Zayn thought was cute, but he knew it was confusing for him. Hall passes weren’t a common thing in relationships to his knowledge, and he couldn’t blame Niall for confusion. 

“You’re my hall pass,” Zayn turned right, Niall studying the route to figure out where Zayn was taking them, “It’s not cheating as long as it’s with you.” Niall blushed faintly and stared out the window, avoiding eye contact so Zayn couldn’t see he was flushed. 

“Never heard of that before,” mumbled Niall, eyes still following the route, “Why me?” Niall suspected Harry told Zayn about what happened, but that could also be incorrect. 

“He knew I thought you were cute and wanted to cheer me up.” That made sense, but was Harry not enough for him? Niall wasn’t complaining by any means, he was flattered that someone as hot as Zayn wanted him. 

“Awe… I’m glad you said yes,” Niall said as they pulled into the parking lot of a nice restaurant. By the looks of it, it was a steakhouse. Niall didn’t even realize how hungry he was until he smelt the food when he got out of the car. 

“This place is nice,” thanked Niall, “Are you sure it won’t be too expensive?” He didn’t want to break Zayn’s bank, and he did bring money for himself, but he was worried Zayn would try to pay. 

“No, it’s not. Plus, I want our first date to be nice.” Zayn grabbed Niall’s hand and guided them inside of the restaurant. It was even nicer inside, and the smell was amazing. His stomach rumbled, and Zayn picked up on this. 

“Did you eat today?” Zayn sounded worried, but Niall couldn’t tell him why he hadn’t eaten recently. First reason was because of Harry, and the second reason being the fact he was too hungover to even think about eating that morning and afternoon. 

“Yeah,” lied Niall, “Just been a long day, I guess.” Zayn nodded. Luckily, Niall noticed they weren’t underdressed. This place was fancy, but not fancy enough for suits and ties. 

“Table for two,” Zayn told the hostess. The hostess smiled and sat them down at a booth, candles resting on the table as well as silverware wrapped in a silver lined cloth. She sat menus down on the table before leaving to give them time to ordered

“Have you been here before?” Niall asked, staring at Zayn with curiosity in his eyes. While Zayn answered, Niall opened the menu and browsed at the options. His eyes widened at all the prices. He looked for the cheapest options. 

“Mhm,” said Zayn, reminiscing on a past time with Harry here, slight guilt twinging in his heart, “Have you?” The younger one chuckled at that answer. It was pretty obvious he never had been, but he knew Zayn was trying to get to know him. 

“No,” He smiled, “This is my first time. What do you recommend?” Zayn smirked at the ‘first time’ comment before quickly snapping back to reality. 

“What’s your diet like?” Niall raised his eyebrows, debating if he should lie to make himself sound healthier. He did have some body image issues, but he knew Zayn wouldn’t judge him. He had just called him cute in the car. 

“Uh, nothing really. I eat whatever,” Niall shrugged. He chose not to lie. Honesty was always better than lying.

“Alright, let me order for you,” Zayn said. Niall bit his lip, liking Zayn taking control. He needed to calm down. This was only the first date; he had more chances to get frisky. 

The timing was immaculate. Their waitress arrived, ready to take their order with a smile on her face.

“I’m Victoria, I’ll be your server for today. Can I get you guys started with drinks?” Niall closed his menu and sat it down on top of Zayn’s for Victoria to take.

“We’re ready to order,” stated Zayn, “Water with lemon, please. We’ll both have the steak dinner.” Niall was a little worried hearing that because that was one of the most expensive meals offered. 

“A good choice,” Victoria had written down the order and took the menus, “I’ll be right back with those drinks.” Once the waitress was out of sight, Niall spoke up. 

“Are you crazy?” Niall didn’t mean to sound rude, but it did come off that way. 

“No?” Zayn raised an eyebrow and his face visibly darkened. Niall leaned back. He knew he messed up. 

Fuck. 

“Sorry… I just feel bad. That’s expensive,” Niall duh his own nails in his thighs, trying not to look upset. Zayn’s face softened, an expression of worry appearing. 

“No, don’t be sorry. It’s all on me.” How did a foreign college student have this kind of income? Niall had no clue, but he suspected illegal activity. He was too curious to pass up asking. 

“How do you have this kind of money?” He whispered. Zayn smirked and let out a chuckle. 

“My family has a farm here. We get a decent amount of money from selling eggs and things like that. I’ll show you it sometime.” That wasn’t the answer Niall expected, but it was the answer he liked. He was glad Zayn wasn’t involved in anything weird. 

“Oh! That’s nice. Do you visit them a lot?” Victoria came back before Zayn could answer, setting down their waters silently. Zayn thanked her and turned his attention back to his date. 

“Yeah, I love the chickens, actually. Made me stop eating poultry,” Niall giggled at the reply, “They’re really my girls. Same with our dog. He’s a sweetheart.” It was cute that Zayn was an animal lover. He came off as this bad boy, but now Niall could only see him as a sweetheart. 

“What are their names?” Niall asked, his eyes filled with admiration. 

“You’ll find out when you meet them,” He winked, “Tell me about yourself. Why’s an Irish lad like you here?” It was weird that he decided to go to college in America considering how expensive it was. 

“Better program for my degree. Are you here because of your farms or…?” Niall trailed off.

“Yeah. Parents needed someone to look over them. Had to fire the last guy. Don’t know why exactly, they never told me.” 

“I’m sure you love it, though,” Niall said. Their food arrived after that, and he was surprised to see how big the portion was. He definitely wasn’t finishing it, and he hoped Zayn didn’t take offense to that. The last thing he wanted was for Zayn to think he was taking advantage of his money and being wasteful. 

Zayn cut into his steak and took a quick bite. It was medium rare, the default option unless you specify. He loved it, and he wondered if Niall liked it too. There was something about Niall that made him so interesting. He was so innocent, well, at least to Zayn’s knowledge. He was definitely going to take him back to his place tonight. 

“I do love it,” Zayn smirked and took another bite. Niall stared at him the entire time. The way lips wrapped around the fork briefly, the way his way looked while chewing, and the way his Adam's apple moved when he swallowed; it was all so beautiful. 

“Are you gonna eat?” Niall came back to reality and nodded, his face returning to a familiar peach color. Zayn smiled once again and turned back to eating. Niall took a bite of the steak, and that’s when his hunger truly kicked in. He didn’t bother starting a conversation in between the bites while eating. Zayn was probably grossed out watching it, but he didn’t care.

Though, Zayn wasn’t getting grossed out at all. He thought it was cute that Niall wasn’t afraid to show his appetite. Also, he thought it was adorable that Niall was actually enjoying the food he chose for him. It was nice seeing someone be humble.

“So, how’d you like it?” Zayn asked after Niall finished eating. Niall smiled, wiping his face off with his cloth just in case.

“It was really good,” Niall said, “You have good taste.” It really was one of the best meals he had in ages. His stomach was used to the dining hall food, not a full-blown steak dinner. 

“I know I do,” Zayn winked while saying that, which only made Niall blush even more. Niall calmed his nerves by taking a sip of his water, the lemon stinging his tongue. He never was a big fan of lemon. 

“So,” Zayn said, “Want to come over?” Niall nodded, and while Zayn got up to pay the bill and tip the waitress, he pulled out his phone. 

Niall: What are you doing? 

Louis: i’m with harry, why? 

Niall was a little stunned that Louis was hanging out with Harry, but he had no room to talk. If he could hang out with the person Louis had sex with, then Louis can hang out with the person he had sex with. It was all fair game. 

Niall: Just wondering. How long are you gonna be out? 

Louis: late 

Niall: 👍🏻

Zayn came back to the table and put his hand out for Niall to grab. He did grab it, and Zayn, being the gentleman he is, planted a soft kiss on his hand. Then, they were out the entrance door and into the car. All while being hand in hand.

“Are you okay to come to my dorm instead?” Niall asked, “Louis’ gone… and I know the boys like to hang out at the house.” Luckily, Zayn did not question anything. Niall didn’t know if he could handle getting interrogated by him as to why he preferred his small dorm to the spacious house. 

“Alright,” was all Zayn said. Halfway through the ride, Zayn began resting his hand on Niall’s upper thigh. Niall could see Zayn’s cocky smirk in his peripheral vision. It didn’t matter. He was still able to make Niall melt at his touch. 

They pulled back into the lot, Zayn shifting the gear into park. Niall exited the car first, pulling out his key card to let them into the building. Zayn got out and locked his car, following closely behind the shorter boy. 

“Just a warning,” Niall slid the card into the lock, the door unlocking in response, “Louis’ side of the room isn’t that…. tidy.”

“It’s okay,” Zayn clicked the button for the elevator, “You should see Harry’s room.” Zayn immediately went silent after that. He didn’t know if Niall was okay with him mentioning his boyfriend just yet.

“Don’t worry,” Niall assured, “You can talk about him.” Zayn held Niall’s hand as the elevator went up. Niall was still fighting the urge to celebrate like a schoolgirl who just discovered the concept of having a crush. Zayn was just so charming, and he knew how to take a boy out for a nice date. 

They made it to his room, and that was when Zayn decided to make himself at home. He made himself comfortable onto the bed before patting the spot next to him in an attempt to signal for Niall to join him. Niall did, and he crawled onto the bed and laid next to Zayn.

Their eyes locked, and their legs tangled together like overgrown roots. A period of silence draped over them before Zayn decided to break the tension. He leaned in and gave Niall a soft peck, his stubble grazing Niall’s chin. 

“You’re so cute,” Zayn said, enjoying the view of Niall’s still red face. 

“Says you.” Niall didn’t wait for any reply to escape Zayn’s mouth, kissing him before he even had the chance. Zayn raised his eyebrows, not in a bad way, though. He loved this new side of Niall. 

Zayn caressed Niall’s torso, pulling him on top. Niall asserted his dominance, tugging on the bottom of Zayn’s shirt. Despite this confidence, Niall knew it was going to hurt. He was still sore from the day before, and by what he felt through Zayn’s pants, this might be worse.

Zayn let Niall unbutton his shirt, groaning into this kiss. Niall finally got the shirt off, and he broke apart their kiss to stare at Zayn’s body. His eyes widened with admiration with just how perfect he was. It was not a surprise at all. Gorgeous was the first thought Niall had when he first met him that first day of rush week. 

“You’re so…” Niall uttered, staring at Zayn’s torso. Studying every tattoo, Niall fought the urge to kiss them. Zayn laid there quietly before speaking up about his wants. 

“Can I see you?” Niall nodded, not even thinking about Louis’ ‘artwork’ from two nights prior. After unbuttoning Niall’s dress shirt, Zayn raised his eyebrows in surprise. He was a little taken aback to say the least. 

“Shit,” Niall whispered, “Sorry. I forgot those were there.” 

“Who?” Zayn said, aggression in his voice. It wasn’t stemming from anger. It was more about curiosity.

“What?” Niall wasn’t dumb. He heard what the other said, but he was a little embarrassed to admit that it was from his roommate. 

“Who did this?” Zayn ran his fingers over Niall’s hickeys, tracing them with his thumbs. Niall didn’t answer the question, instead turning his head over to Louis’ empty bed. While not knowing prior Louis and Niall were roommates, Zayn could tell it was him with all of the photos on the wall. 

“Guess I’ll just add more,” Zayn's aggression faded away and he shrugged. Niall smirked and flipped their position, him laying on his back and Zayn now on top of him. 

Zayn moved his head to kiss Niall’s neck, licking it here and there. Niall bit back any noise out of fear of their neighbors hearing. They probably hear Louis and his nightly makeout sessions, but it would be embarrassing if they heard him getting fucked. Zayn progressed down to Niall’s chest, connecting his lips with Niall’s nipple. 

It was a weird sensation that Niall hadn’t felt before, but it sure as hell did feel good. Zayn bit down on his nipple, enjoying Niall squirm under him. He smirked into doing this, sucking roughly on Niall’s chest. The blonde let out a soft moan, making Zayn even harder in his jeans. 

His mouth parted from Niall’s chest, moving onto the parts of his torso that weren’t covered in Louis’ hickeys. As Niall felt Zayn biting down, he couldn’t help but moan again. No matter what, he knew he couldn’t get tired of the feeling. Then, Zayn moved down to Niall’s pants, tugging them down. Niall let him do this, because he knew he would return the favor. 

“You’re so pretty,” Zayn said once he got Niall’s pants off. He lined his fingers up with the hem of Niall’s boxers before looking up at him, signaling for permission. Niall nodded, and Zayn pulled them down, smirking at seeing Niall’s length. 

“Can I do it now?” Niall asked, “Take off your pants, I mean.” Consent was always important in situations like this. Niall smiled, realizing that he had just lost his hole virginity the day before, and now he was able to do it again. 

“Of course,” Zayn said. Niall smiled, giving him a passionate kiss before tugging down Zayn’s jeans. Shortly after, he pulled down his boxers, his eyes widening at the sight. He was getting a little scared now. It was a lot thicker than Harry’s, and that was making him a lot more nervous. 

“Don’t worry, I have lube.” That made Niall relieved. He couldn’t go through using spit as a lubricant again. As Zayn dug through his jeans, which were now at the end of the bed, Niall slipped out of his fully. He was worried though. Harry had came in him the night before, and he was scared Zayn would feel it. He knew that he would end up blaming it on Louis once again. Louis always seemed to be at the scene of the crime. 

Niall watched as Zayn squirted the lube on his hand, wrapping his hand around his dick shortly after. Niall laid there, resting his hands in his sore chest. Zayn seemed to really like sucking on his nipples. Oddly enough, Niall would definitely let him do it again. It was strangely a nice feeling, and it did get him hard.

“Can I finger you?” Zayn asked bluntly. The other smiled and mouthed a yes. Zayn smiled and grabbed the lube again with his non-wet hand and squirted the bottle onto Niall’s hole. He liked how he shaved. Obviously it wasn’t meant for him, he assumed Louis, but it was hot regardless. 

Zayn lowered his hand down, not breaking eye contact with Niall and pushing his fingers into him. Niall moaned, arching his back and groaning. Zayn felt a warming liquid run down his fingers, but he decided not to question. What Niall did yesterday wasn’t any of business. He did wonder who it was, though. He assumed Luke. Luke always liked the newcomers. Zayn shifted his fingers around, trying to find Niall’s g-spot. He knew he did once Niall let out another moan.

“Does it feel good?” Zayn questioned, receiving just a nod from Niall, “Use your words, Ni.” Niall was flushed, barely able to talk, but he did it for Zayn. 

“It feels so good…” Niall whispered. Zayn continued pumping his fingers, similarly to what he did to Louis. He did the same scissor motion to stretch Niall’s hole out. Niall removed his hands from his chests and put them on Zayn’s shoulder, pushing him down eagerly, wanting more of the amazing feeling running up his back. Zayn compiled, pushing his fingers in knuckle deep. 

“Are you ready now, babe?” Zayn was still moving his fingers in and out, hitting the sweet spot everytime. It may sound weird, but Zayn liked the feeling of the cum in his tunnel. If only he knew who it was from. 

“Never been more ready,” Niall whimpered, feeling Zayn’s fingers exit his body, but he knew what was coming next would be much better. Zayn grabbed the base of his dick, lining the head up with Niall’s stretched hole. He put his hands on Niall’s waist, slowly and steadily pushing himself in.

The warm liquid inside Niall engulfed around Zayn’s dick, making him moan at the sudden heat. Niall knew that Zayn felt it, but he didn’t care, he was more focused on what was happening in the moment. Zayn moved himself around in Niall’s shaft before pulling himself out. 

He looked down, noticing the cum on it. Suspiciously, he glared up at Niall. In a way, he was asking him who it was. Not that Zayn was jealous, it was actually quite hot, but he was curious. It didn’t even cross his mind who Niall was with that night prior.

“L-Louis…” Niall was stuttering more out of desperation than fear. He was feeling empty without Zayn, and he didn’t want to keep waiting. That was when Niall decided to take control. He pulled Zayn into a kiss through his hair, ignoring the grimace on Zayn’s face once he felt the pain on his scalp. Niall didn’t even let Zayn get a breath in before putting his tongue in his mouth. Their tongues were exploring each other’s mouths, and the two were both a moaning mess. Zayn’s length was rubbing itself on Niall’s legs, and at this rate, Zayn thought he could cum at any minute. Wasn’t like he didn’t already has cum on him.

Niall smirked into their kiss. For once, he was not the desperate one. He felt like he was in more control than Zayn was. It was a powerful feeling, and Niall didn’t want to come down from this high. Their lips parted, and somehow, using all his strength, Niall was able to flip Zayn onto his back, making him on top. 

With no hesitation, Niall put his hand around Zayn’s length and pushed it inside him, all with a smirk on his face. Zayn didn’t know why, but he kind of liked being dominated by someone like Niall. Someone with a soft and innocent exterior, but fierce interior. Zayn laid there motionless, letting Niall ride him for a few moments. 

Zayn put his hands back on Niall’s waist, syncing their movements together. Niall scoffed and stopped riding, leaving Zayn to do all the work. The raven haired boy shifted his eyes to make contact with Niall. 

“Don’t complain,” Niall grunted, holding back a moan from still being fucked by Zayn, “Be a man. Do the work.” Zayn frowned. Somehow, Niall had become a brat within just a few minutes. Eh, Zayn didn’t mind. He liked being bossed around. That’s how he got off. 

Nails dug into Niall’s skin as Zayn continued to pound in and out of him. He was becoming hungry for more pleasure, wrapping his hand around himself. His movements lined up with each time Zayn hit his g-spot. 

“Keep doing that,” Zayn moaned, feeling his dick slowly starting to swell up. His stare never left the sight of Niall riding him while jerking himself off, only getting him more riled up. 

Niall felt Zayn hit his spot only a few more times until he came onto his palm. Deciding to be bold, Zayn grabbed Niall’s wrist, pulling his hand up to his mouth. He liked the white liquid off of Niall’s hands, his tongue rolling around Niall’s fingers. While doing this, he still maintained the motion in his hips. He still wanted to cum, and he knew that Niall would keep letting him go at it. 

Only a few seconds would pass before Zayn would fill the other with his seed. Niall tugged his hand away from Zayn’s mouth and pulled himself off of him. He was exhausted, and Zayn was too. Even though he was tired, Zayn still had to take his post-sex smoke. 

Niall laid there motionless, fighting the urge to fall asleep in case Louis came home. 

“You need help?” Zayn asked, laying up and sliding his boxers back on. Niall didn’t answer with words, instead letting out a small grunt. Zayn picked up Niall’s boxers that were halfway off the bed and slid them up his pale legs. To top it all off, he planted a soft kiss on his forehead. 

Zayn got off the bed and put his jeans back on. He wasn’t super concerned about his shirt that happened to be lost in Niall’s comforter. A spare shirt was always in his car for things like this. Well, it was for instances with him and Harry, but it came in handy now. 

“I’ll see you around, Ni,” Zayn said. He wasn’t going to smoke in their room, it was disrespectful, and that was the last thing Zayn was. He slid his converse on and opened the door to leave. 

“You too, Z,” Niall mumbled, adjusting his position in bed to be more comfortable. Zayn felt a familiar feeling in the pit in his stomach, one that he only thought that Harry could give him. It was crazy. He barely knew Niall, and they had already slept together. It was going too fast, and the last thing he wanted was to get his hopes up just for him to date Louis or anyone else. 

Speaking of Louis, that was exactly who Zayn ran into walking out of their dorm. His hair looked a mess, and he reeked of the smell of sweat. Zayn was surprised. He guessed Louis and Niall had some sort of open relationship, similar to him and Harry, except Harry didn’t sleep with other people. At least to his knowledge. 

“Oh-, hey Zayn,” Louis said, obviously taken aback. Niall never did tell him about what Zayn had texted him. Louis didn’t know if he should be jealous or happy that Niall got the chance to experience Zayn. Louis had finally gotten the Harry treatment just an hour ago. Now the only thing left was for Louis to fully have the Niall privilege. 

“Looks like you had a fun night,” He joked. Louis scrunched his face in annoyance, looking Zayn up and down. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen it before, but he had more decorum last night to put his shirt back on. 

“Evidently, you did too,” Louis gave him a death glare before going inside his dorm. The only thing Zayn could do was laugh and wonder who Louis was seeing when Niall wasn’t around.

[productivityera]

2025 Who is she?

1. What does she look like? (Physical appearance, style)

She will have lost 20kgs (65kg). She has dark red hair and eyeliner (?), she does her skin care and puts sunscreen on every day. Her style is dark academia x relaxed city x some cool pieces. She likes clothes and isn't afraid to be out there with her style.

2. How does she dress on a typical day?

On a typical day she wears baggy jeans and a baby tee, or a skirt and baby tee, boots or (mary janes?). A short skirt, tights and baggy jumper. She spends a good 20 min on makeup, another 10 mins on skincare.

3. What does she like ?

She likes coffee, trip hop, the beach, any sort of fun fact, horror/thrillers, fashion, hanging with friends, nights out

4. What doesn't she like?

Toxic relationships, putting others feelings (perceived or no) above her own, not communicating, when she isn't prepared for work/uni.

5. What is her behavior like in different situations?

She is calm, collected. She sits and plays the role of observer in situations that are uncomfortable, and she speaks up for herself when she is being taken advantage of. She enjoys the little things in life, and she tries to be vulnerable in order to grow and find new relationships

7. How does she prefer to be treated by others? (Expectations from relationships)

She likes being treated as an equal, given space and chance to make her own decisions. She likes being treated with kindness and compassion, but also enjoys banter.

8. How does she treat people around her? (Interpersonal relationships, kindness)

She is kind to everyone she meets, she does not try to fill uncomfortable silences and she is pretty chill. She treats people with respect and likes to ask questions about their life, as she is genuinely interested.

9. What does her daily routine entail? (Activities, schedule)

Wake up early, 6. If she chooses, she goes to a workout class or goes for a walk. She has a filling breakfast and makes iced coffee. She takes a commute into Uni while reading/texting. She works in the lab/ in class until 5pm/when she has no work left, then goes home. She may hang out with friends, watch a show, text, read and go to bed.

10. At what time does she usually go to bed? (Sleeping habits)

She does her skincare routine at 9pm, and puts electronics down at 11pm. This may be earlier based on if she is tired. for 8 hours sleep, she would be asleep by 10pm.

11. When does she wake up in the morning? (Morning routine)

5-6am. She only snoozes once and goes for a shower. She has fruit/porridge for breakfast, making sure she gets some protein. She may go for a pilates/workout/walk to make sure she is active. She spends 30 mins on skincare/makeup and gets to uni by 9am (catches 7:42 train).

12. What are her hobbies and interests? (Leisure activities)

She loves swimming, tries to snorkel when she can, likes going out for drinks and partying with friends. She likes reading in her spare time/ on the train.

13. What is her profession or occupation? (Career, job responsibilities)

She is a student that studies genetics and lucilia cuprina, she works in takeaway and occasionally does dog sitting for cash.

14. What are her long-term goals and aspirations? (Career ambitions, personal achievements)

She wants a flexible job that may offer future overseas positions. She wants a good paycheck that will give her a comfortable life (100+). In 2025 she wants to lose 20kg (goal: 65kg). She wants to get closer to her friends and make some more? She would like to dedicate more time to her social life, and not be afraid to commit to relationships. She would like to explore romantic relationships, and go on a date or two.

15. How does she handle stress or challenges? (Coping mechanisms, problem-solving approach)

She is chill and laid back - she doesn't worry about things that have not happened yet and tried to live in the moment. When she stresses about something she has to do, she tries to get it done asap to get it out the way. She writes lists so that she doesn't feel overwhelmed. She dedicates time every day to unwind.

16. What type of books does she enjoy? (Cultural preferences)

She likes fantasy books but also reads science related books to widen her knowledge about fields other than the ones she studies.

17. How does she maintain her physical and mental well-being? (Health and self-care routines)

She may go to pilates once a week, get her steps up through work and uni, go to the lake to swim.

18. Does she have any specific dietary preferences or restrictions? (Food choices)

She likes light and healthy foods, she is not fussy but does prefer vegetarian options. She likes black coffee in the mornings and hot chocolates at night. She eats breakfast every morning to make sure she is not snacking throughout the day.

19. Who are her closest friends, and what are her relationships like with them?(Friendship dynamics)

She's best friends with R, M and her uni friends. She dedicates time to Rachel and often goes out clubbing with her. She hangs out more with her sister and they may go out together sometimes. She is open to new friendships at uni. She joins a club to widen her social circle.

20. How does she navigate conflicts or disagreements? (Communication style, conflict resolution)

She isn't afraid to voice her problems and does not keep them bottled up just to protect another person. She is realistic and comes to solutions that benefits both parties. She is not afraid to be vulnerable.

21. What values and principles guide her decision-making? (Personal ethics)

Justice is her main principle. She wants to make a change to the world in a realistic, yet optimistic way. She thinks about what will benefit her as much as she thinks about what will benefit other people. She tries to not get stuck in her ways and is open to change when people do things differently than she is used to. She is always challenging her beleifs based on changing evidence and isn't afraid to be wrong.

22. How does she spend her leisure time on weekends? (Weekend activities, relaxation methods)

She likes to party on weekends, but also works. Weekend is for her life outside of uni and she takes full advantage of this. She tries to have 2 shifts at work on the weekends and isn't afraid to go out the night before. She also does household chores on the weekend. She mows the lawn, vacumns, cleans the bathroom, dusts to help her family.

[aomori-division]

"the moon dances with me the way the sun never will"

Introduction

Hisui Meguno also know by his moniker Aphelios. Is a part time toystore clerk and violinist/dancer and the second memeber of Aomori division Howling moon

A mysterious youngman dressed in dark and colorful clothes, his appearance is very different from his aura of melancholy and sadness besides the bore look of his face noticed by the people who see him working on his adoptive father's toystore

He is always surrounded by a feeling of guilt and despite he never say it openly his goal in the DRB is related to certain person named "Kohaku"

Hisui is a short young man with brown complexion. His eyes are a reddish purple with eyebags under them and his hair is orange blonde with dyed pink tips until shoulders in a tousled bob, he has a bang that cover partially his left eye, something noticeable are the crack marks on a side of his face and that he has on all his body

Daily, Hisui dress a mix of pastel goth and emo fashion, his outfit consist of a dark purple off-shoulder shirt and a silver jacket, his lower body is covered by thig, ripped black jeans with different colorful belts in pink, lilac and turqouise and long boots to the knee. His accesories a black chocker decorated with a moon charm, he usually wear purple headphones

Some poeple who met his younger brother noticed that Hisui looks too much alike him, but Hisui's appearance is more gloomy and tired than Kohaku's

Aliases

"project white rose"

My little dolly

Sui nii (by Kohaku)

Sui (By Ruka and Aoi)

Mooncake (by Akai)

Biographical info

Gender-male

Age-24

Birthday-september 18th

Ethnicity-japanese/filipino

Hair colour-blonde orange with pink tips

Eye colour-reddish purple

Eight-147 cm/4'8

Star Sign-virgo

Piercings-lobes,tonge

Markings-marks that look like cracks in all the body, some track marks on the arms, needle marks in the wrists, tattoo of a crecent moon in the forehead

Family

Biológical father (desceased)

Biológical mother (desceased)

Adoptive father

biológical younger brother (estranged)

Adoptive younger sister

Boyfriend

Voiced by-96Neko (rapping and singing)

Fun facts

MC name: Aphelios

Occupation: Toystore clerk/violinist

Division: Aomori

Team: Howling Moon

Position:2nd member

Favorite food:strawberry mochi

Least favorite food:natto

Likes: toys (especially suffed toys), Orange juice, pastries, the moon, dancing, his new family, Akai, walking in the night, violin,his younger brother, fashion and make up,magic, books , butterflies, sleeping, visit candyshops

Dislikes: his health problems, depressive episodes, illegal experiment, ARCA prison's lab, Kohaku's hate towards him, remember he is not human anymore, the feel of guilt

Hypnosis microphone

Hisui's hypnosis microphone takes the form of a elegant ,black and purple ribbon mic with different dark pink roses around the support, but the support also has chains that surrounded Hisui

Hisui's speakers takes the form of a black wood violin surrounded by blue butterflies,the speaker is a circular speaker inside the violín and when he starts to rap the butterflies starts to fly

Hisui's rap ability is called guilty chains when he use his rap ability Hisui can manipulate the chains of his mic for tie or attack the opponents draining his own stamina, he just can use his ability one time for battle and just in one opponent

Hisui's rap themes are around things like the misery and sadness but also the guilt for anything, he raps about his own feelings of sadness or how he "is tired" but also mention the guilt, how he feels guilty for something in special. How he feels sad for too much things but also mention be grateful with his new family and lover, or his love towards his younger brother

Hisui also raps about his love for the night with references to the loneliess and the moon. But in his rap Hisui could talk about his hate towards certain group that broke him completely. How he never will to forgive them for all the damage they made him and for taked his humanity from him saying how he going to " make them feel my pain"

Personality

Aloof and lethargic, Hisui seems to be a serious person with a aura of melancholy and sadness around him. He acts nice but reserved with the toystore clients, talking just if them spoke him and out of that foccused on his own business. Hisuis is the type of person who can be see sleeping in anyplace with a calm look contrary to his gloomy usual or wandering just because he can do

But even with his gloomy and depressive episodes Hisui is surprisingly nice and empathic, understanding people's emotions and being able of helping them when he can. But ve also scolds them if it's neccesary or they made a mistake

With his family (adoptive father,sister and boyfriend) he acts more mischievous and a bit outgoing. Hisui smile and jokes more with them, acting teasingly but careful, loving his new family and being grateful with them. Despite it Hisui also could have moments where he feel a bit annoyed when Aoi,Akai and Ruka insist on take care of him during his depressive episodes or when he's having a bad moment with his health, that's because he sometimes think that he not deserve all the "warm and love" he has now due to his low self-esteem. In part for the experiments on him and the guilt for leave Kohaku, falling in depression when Hisui think how his beloved younger brother now hate him, but he trie (and fail) not show it when it happens

Trivia

Hisui can understand and speak tagal

Hisui plays violin as a job but also dances as hobby

When Hisui rap, something noticeable (besides the femenine sound of his voice) is that his almost always sounds sad and broken, like he were trying to not cry

He was the subject of the project "white rose" made by a lab owe by th ARCA prison. The experiment consisted of mix magic and science to modified a soul until make it "artifitial" but the experiment was a failure

The reason why Hisui has all his healt problems is because the group not had the soul magic to modified properly a soul, and the scientist had not enoughly knowledge for take care of him

Hisui need to take too much meds in form of pills and inyections, that leave him track marks

Sometimes during his depressive episodes he tried to mix his different meds and use them as drugs

He was noticed by a person from Avici syndycate to the experiment, but the truth is that person originally noticed Kohaku as the experiment subject. and Hisui taked willingly his place as the subject, that's the reason why he leave Kohaku

Like his younger brother Hisui like sweets but he prefer the fruity mochi (especially strawberry) and the pastries

He meet Felix Sachishi because Hisui often goes to his bakery

Hisui loves Kohaku until today but he is aware of how he hate him, something that hurts Hisui more

[chris-continues]

College AU Thoughts (cont.)

Writing more college au solely because ONE OF THE COOLEST PPL EVER @macncherries did Wolfwood art (here check it out), but have some more random college au thoughts

TAGS: @lune010 @h4venpha @vashfantasy

-Meryl probably has some really nice gel, ballpoint, colored pens that she literally abuses all the time. Sometimes her notes aren’t even totally neat she’s just sleep deprived and highlighting/underlining the important areas of her textbook as she listens to her lecture

-Vash definitely has to listen to audio playback of lectures- does he try to take notes in class? Yeah. But they look like chicken scratch, his handwriting pales in comparison to literally anyone else’s T<T listening while he does smth else really helps w/ how he learns (autistic vash) (cough)

-Meryl and Milly have matching pairs of rip-off Birkenstocks they found at like Marshall’s then saw a pair w a marijuana leaf and Milly went, “Reminds me of Wolfwood!” So they got it (to Meryl’s amusement and dismay). Wolfwood wears them often

-Ok, I’ve been debating on this hc that Vash sometimes gets invited to parties, considering he’s a bit of a campus celeb. Handsome, athletic (tennis player legend), but he can easily get overwhelmed. He’s having fun with the fame for like a good 30 minutes to an hour and then he just kinda tires out more as the night drags on.

-Meryl’s outfits consist of her wanting comfort yet maintaining her usual feminine flair. Yoga pants with a cami and a simple jacket, or on nicer days more of a fitted sweater. Perhaps a jumper and a baby tee/turtleneck underneath- I think when she’s feeling it she def likes Monica Helper’s looks from Friends. A casual, yet still sweet vibe.

-for accessories she probably has an Apple Watch and the staples- hoop earrings, her classic dangle/rectangular earrings, some silver hardware if she’s feelin extra funky and a classic black belt because I do believe she hates it when her jeans are too low it’s a big thing that annoys her to no end.

-On the other hand, Milly’s outfits are less fitted and I think she’s more laid back in her appearance, preferring some of the crew necks she’s collected from several events her siblings have been to or hand me downs from her country family. She wears vintage athletic wear though, it’s cute on her and it suits her well.

-she has a few simple scrunchies she remains loyal to, not wanting to cut her hair short and often tying it up. When she feels more femme she’s got some cute necklaces that pair well with any cute sweaters she has- she also has some maxi skirts she wears too! :) (can’t find an exact image of what I have in mind + I have a 10 image limit on mobile lol)

-Meryl avidly has to live off of coffee. Girl is always so organized but truthfully she’s half alive due to the fact she’s a frequent visitor at the campus cafe and is familiar w/ some of the baristas who often cut her slack if she ever needs a pick me up.

-Vash is like a crazy good teacher, to some people’s surprise. He can word concepts in a way that breaks them down easier, sometimes he even has some little memory hints he uses lol. For any other ND kid in class who’s a bit bashful they usually flock to him, he’s got such a charming aura and never fails to make anyone feel a bit more comfortable.

-Wolfwood teases Meryl for her aforementioned coffee addiction, but I’d imagine he takes a liking to something like a pink drink. Like- usually that stuff is too sugary for him, but smth about it has him coming back for more!!

-Meryl has an array of podcasts she listens to- I think she def dabbled in true crime maybe?

-Milly and Meryl’s shared dorm is actually really chill. There’s some clutter on each side but they’ve got a shared mini fridge (Meryl got it but doesn’t mind Milly using it because she likes her) it’s stocked with pudding cups

-Milly got Pinterest after Meryl wanted to share ideas for food ideas on weekends (they’re both on a meal plan but still need to eat on Saturdays and Sunday’s lol) so they usually end up going out for some cheap takeout w/ Vash and Wolfwood or make something in a rice cooker they found at a thrift store that works kinda ok… for the price they got it.

-Like they’re cutting up spam, eggs, tossing rice on there, some veggies they got and sometimes they splurge on cheap fruit like bananas and apples

-They both like to eat well and unlike Vash and Wolfwood they won’t live off of instant ramen and takeout (although Vash eats pretty well considering he lives with Nai, who makes sure he regulates his diet due to sports and Vash’s long list of medical concerns)

-Wolfwood eats like shit though I’ll be completely honest

-The guy knows how to shop. But he doesn’t want to. So he lives off of cup noodles and old pizza, takeout and shit, and thanks to crazy fast metabolism he works it off whenever he does some form of working out and whatnot.

-Will agree that he has the best of the best songs, his music taste is unparalleled. Like he’ll be busting it down to 6up 5oh Cop-Out (Pro/Con) by Will Wood from his middle school days then some new metal he’s gotten into (he peeked over Knives’ Spotify playlists) OO OR OR THIS IS LOVE BY AIR TRAFFIC CONTROLLER (I’m def not projecting w/ what’s on my Spotify rn I’m shit at song names I just know vibes)

-Vash likes hyperpop and rave typa stuff it stimulates his brain in just the right way tbh

[chaggie-supporter]

Sunday special:

○|PT.4: SERPENT|○

I woke up the next day, blankets now lying on the ground, instead of around me. Must've moved in my sleep or something.

I got up and slipped on some shoes, as I was already wearing clothes that I showed up in. I then step infront of a small mirror hanging from the wardrobe, to check out what I actually look like. The clothes I am wearing include a dark purple waste coat, with a lighter purple short sleeved jumper under it. A pair of dark blue jeans with an orange stripe on each leg, and a small knife hanging from a pocket, and a pair of purple and black heeled shoes. But there's also some bigger changes.

IM GINGER? AND I HAVE GOAT EARS?? what the hell? I also have a pair of horns, a heart shaped nose, and a demon tail.

Why do I look like this?

Then I realised, hell must change people's appearance. I mean, look at Husk, who us pretty much a walking talking cat, Angel, who is six limbed and pink and white? Even alastor with that unnatural yellow smile and red eyes. And of course niffty, with her singular eye! Interesting.

I leave the room, heading down the grand staircase, just to find everyone bar alastor in the lobby, and we have a hole in the wall. Great. Am I even going to ask?

Before I get the chance, angel waltzes up to me. Even better.

"You missed it! Al fought a guy in a battleship after the guy blew a hole in our wall! And now Al is off to the tailor."

"Oh great." I respond with a roll of my eyes. "Do you just have something I can eat?"

"Yeah. In the kitchen over there." He points to an open door, revealing some red cabinets, an oven, stove, and fridge.

"Alright." I say, before entering.

There I pick through some cabinets to find...

Stale crackers. Yeah, that won't do. I look in the fridge to find some objects that look like fruits, and wolf them down. I get a plate of these fruits, and a cup of water. God I was starving.

When I exited the kitchen, alastor was back. And the wall was fixed. There's also a couple of black and white demons in the hotel, and of course Angel is flirting with them. Wow. Can he go five minutes?

Everyone except for Husk, who was at the bar, was sitting around on couches. I join them just in time to hear a knock at the door, to which Vaggie answers.

"Hello my dear- AH!" Is what we all here from the door. Who is that?

Charlie is quick to join Vaggie at the door to ask her what the hold up is, and from what I can hear, the person Is a "new guest!" Now I'm interested. Angel and I join them at the door and when Angel sees the newcomer, he exclaims, "Are you crazy?! He was just trying to kill us six hours ago, and now your inviting him to live with us?" So that's probably the cause of the hole in the wall earlier. With a sigh, he reluctantly moves out of the doorway to allow the newcomer in.

They come in, and I immediately take in the fact that there's a giant snake in a suit standing infront of me. He has a top hat, that has a yellow eye on it that moves corresponding to his own. His neck is really long, he has grey skin and a long snake tail instead of legs. This guy is weird.

"Hello my dear, I am the great Sssir Pentious!"

Okay, so I hate him already. Maybe more than Angel.

"Great, I'm alex." God, there is no way this guy wants to be redeemed. He's here for something else. But what? Before we can continue the conversation, Charlie whisks him away on a 'Grand tour' similar to mine, before calling g everyone to introduce themselves. So we all sit in a semicircle on couched or on the floor, as Charlie starts.

"My name is Charlie, I like to sing. And when we get to know eachother it's the greatest thing!" She then gestures to sir pentious, who nervously continues.

"Uhh my names sir pentious, I like to build. And despite my stupid egg Bois, I think I'm very skilled." Egg Bois? What's an egg boi?

"This is stupid." Angel says, looking more bored than anything. Clearly we have the same views of pentious.

"This is not stupid! It's just a game! Sir Pentious did it well, so now let's try to do the same!" Charlie responds. How is she so cheerful all the time?

"I am to sober for this." He responds.

"Well get used to it and learn how to play, this is gonna be your whole day!" Vaggie says mockingly, with two hand claps.

After, angel left, as did everyone else. I personally went back to my room for a while, thinking. Thinking about what Sir Pentious could want.

Later we were all called to do some sort of excersise, which looked to be some sort of play. I sat out, instead sitting at the bar, which was actually unoccupied for once, Husk sitting with everyone else. I sit, noseying on some sort of news paper I assume alastor left. After a while, I saw Angel walk up the stairs. But something was off. He looked.. sad? Upset? Whatever it was, it wasn't his usual cocky, flirty self. What happened? I look over at everyone else to see Charlie congratulating Pentious, whose wearing a stupid looking costume and holding a massive lollipop. Nothing bad seemed to have happened, but I can't shake the suspicious feeling I have of pentious. I also feel kind of bad for Angel. God that feels horrible to say, but I do. Maybe I should go check on him? No. No, of course not.

Instead, I eat a meal Charlie prepared for everyone. Still Angel hasn't come back. Even when everyone had a drink at Husks bar, no Angel. Which is strange, he loves to flirt with Husk I've picked up on. You'd think he'd want a drink. I don't have one, and instead dismiss myself to my room, but before I go, I go to room 111, Angels room, I learned from Husk. I take a breath before knocking. "Uh hey, you alright?" There's a moment of silence, before a response.

"I'm fine, don't worry. Just leave me alone." And I do. I leave him at that, and go to my own room, once again locking the door, slipping into bed. Only this time I have trouble sleeping.

A few hours later as I'm dozing off, I hear what I think sounds like fighting, although I can't be too sure due to tiredness.

But eventually, I drift off into another dreamless sleep.