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nwjn-z · 1 year ago

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Hello~ could I request Stan knocking on reader’s window in the middle of the night sad bc Randy’s being… Randy? So they go out to Stark’s Pond and sit on the bench while he rants and they drink n stargaze n stuff?

Late night confessions — feat. Stan Marsh x reader

warning(s): yelling, drinking, swearing

author’s note: OMG ANON IM SO SORRY I DIDNT UPLOAD THIS SOONER IVE BEEN REALLY BUSY, here you go tho i know it’s late asf but i hope you like it😞

It was 2:34 am, and the quite mountain town of South Park was in a peaceful slumber, but the Marsh household was anything but quite and peaceful.

“ALL YOU WANT TO DO IS DRINK AND MOPE IN YOUR ROOM ALL DAY INSTEAD OF HELPING YOUR FAMILY!” Randy seethes to his son.

“HELPING YOU WITH YOUR STUPID FUCKING WEED FARM ISNT HELPING THE FAMILY YOU DICK!” Stan spits back.

“You know what Stan? I am so sick and tired of your shit. You don’t do jack shit all day, you never want to help out with the family business, and when you do decide to help you always fuck up. You are going to get no where in life with this kind of attitude Stanley.”

All it took to push Stan over the edge was bringing up his future. Ever since starting high school, Stan biggest anxiety was what he was going to do with his life. The fear of ending up a “waste of space” kept him up at night.

“Seriously fuck you dad.” Stan sniffles as he storms out the house, wanting to be anywhere but “home”.

Stan gets in his car and makes his way to town with only his phone and wallet. He needed comfort right now. He needed to go somewhere that was familiar, somewhere that he felt safe at.

Stark’s Pond was special to Stan. Growing up it was his favourite place to be, where he hung out with his friends, where he had his first kiss, and where he had his few good memories with his dad.

But he didn’t want to be alone right now, he wanted to be with someone he could talk to, who would understand him, who could make him forget all about his problems, who could make him feel good no matter what, he needed you.

You were up late for no particular reason. It was summer so you were off your normal schedule. You mindlessly scrolled through your phone while the rest of your family was fast asleep.

When Stan made his way to your house he began to climb up on to your balcony. When he managed to do so he couldn’t help but stare at you through the space in between your curtains.

He saw you laying on your stomach swinging your legs back and fourth and holding a pillow to rest your head on while you where preoccupied with your phone.

You where so beautiful to him. You always had been since the day you two met. He loved your hair, your eyes, the way you talked, how you were always to quite yet kind, the way you made him feel so weak. He loved it all, he couldn’t get enough of you. He wanted nothing more than to make you his.

He continued to stare, looking longingly at you with hearts in his eyes until you noticed him staring and freaked out. He saw you jump and threw your pillow at your window before you realised it was him. You cursed him under your breath while you opened the curtain to open the window for him.

“You scared the shit out of me.” You told him,

“I’m sorry I just got distracted.” he replied.

“What are you doing here, it’s almost 3 o’clock!” You said,

“I know im sorry, I just really need someone to talk to I just had a huge fight with my dad and I don’t know where else to go.” He says as his mind rushes thinking back to the fight as he tries to hold back tears.

“Hey hey it’s okay I’m sorry, we talk if you want I’m here for you.” You say sincerely.

Hearing your sweet voice speak to him so gently after being yelled at and berated makes him break his composure and hot tears stream down his face.

You immediately pull him into you and caress the back of his head as he buries his face into your neck, holding on to your waist for dear life.

After some time he reluctantly pulls away and wipes his face.

“I came over to ask if you want to go to Stark’s Pond with me.” He mutters as he tries to compose himself.

“Let me get my jacket.” Is all you say in response wasting no time getting your jacket.

“We’re gonna have to leave through my window, I don’t want to wake my parents.” You say zipping up your jacket

“Okay” he says meekly.

You both make your way out your window with Stan helping you get down. You get into Stan’s car and he begins to drive.

As you make your way to Stark’s Pond, you can’t help but stare at him while he drives. He has one hand on the bottom of the stirring wheel and the other hand on the gear shift. His hands are rough from years of sports and roughhousing outside, yet whenever you felt them they were so soft.

Your daydreaming was cut short when he came to a stop and you realised you weren’t at Stark’s Pond.

“I’m gonna grab drinks real quick, you want anything?” he asked

“I’ll just have whatever you are having, even though you shouldn’t be drinking.” you say in disapproval of his habit

“Yeah I know but I kinda need it right now.” he responds somewhat bashfully.

“I guess” you say.

As you sit in the car waiting for him you start to wonder why he came to you. I mean you guys are close friends but you thought that him and Kyle were closer, that he would go to his childhood best friend for things like this. Right?

You aren’t left with your thoughts for long as Stan quickly makes his way out the store and back into the car.

He gets back into the car and after a couple of seconds he starts to drive again.

The convenient store wasn’t far from Stark’s Pond so you arrived fairly quickly.

“We’re here” Stan announces

You simply reply with a hum in acknowledgment and make your way out the car with him.

You sit down and he hands you a drink before cracking open his. You two sit in silence drinking until your thoughts from sitting in the convenient store parking lot make their way back into your head.

“Hey, why did you want to hang out with me of all people?” you say still leaning your head back staring at stars

“What?” He asks, almost dumbfounded

“I mean like why not Kyle or Wendy even, they’ve known you longer and probably better than I do so I just thought you would go to one of them for something like this.” you tell him honestly

“Do you not want me to come to you?” He asks, worry written all his face and voice.

“WHAT!? NO! I mean i just thought that like, you would think I wouldn’t be any help you know?”

“Nah dude that’s bullshit, besides why would I go to my ex about my problems.” he chuckles lightheartedly

“I don’t know I thought she would get you I guess.” you say as he shakes his head “no”.

“Oh well what about Kyle then, surely he’d be your first responder or something.”

“Kyle doesn’t know shit about me at this point, anytime I try and talk to him about the things I go through he just doesn’t get it.” he responds truthfully

“We’re still best friends and all but, he just doesn’t understand why I can’t just “get over it” you know? It gets really fucking frustrating.”

You take a minute to process what he said but before you can say anything he begins to speak again,

“You aren’t like that though. You’re always so nice and never make me feel stupid or crazy for feeling the way that I do.”

His words flustered you. Only you made him feel comfortable and safe? You felt your heart clench at the thought. Without thinking you put your hand over his and finally look over at him,

“I’m glad I can be that person for you.” You say sincerely with a smile on your face

And just like that Stan just couldn’t take it anymore. You were truly the most amazing person he has ever known. You’re sweet, kind, and genuine soul made his heart swell and his face smile. He couldn’t hold back the words that left his mouth in that moment,

“I’m so in love with you.” He says with hearts basically in his eyes.

“What!?” You respond eyes wide and face flushed

“WHAT?!” he yelps, “OH MY GOD IM SO SORRY I DIDNT MEAN IT LIKE THAT I MEAN I DID BUT NOT IF YOU DONT WANT ME TO AAAHH IM SORRY JUST FORGET I EVER SAID ANYTHI-“

“I like you too, well love.” you say honestly having waited for this moment for what felt like an eternity,

“Wait what?Really!?” Stan says, dumbfounded but simultaneously feeling his heart burst with joy

“Yeah dude” you respond with a lighthearted laugh, but before you could say anything else you felt the slight wetness of his lips on yours, relishing in the feeling you close your eyes and lean in, completely melting in his touch.

“You love me?” he asks smiling, wanting nothing more than to hear you say those three words over and over until he can’t hear anymore,

“I love you.” you say, more than happy to repeat that phrase till your voice gives out.

#south park #south park x reader #stan marsh #stan marsh x reader #stan marsh x y/n #stan marsh x you #stan x reader #stan marsh headcanons #stan marsh sp

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grimmysloane · 2 months ago

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"Not my Johnathan"

(IM SO SORRY SOAP LOVERS :()

Trigger Warning: This story contains themes of unrequited love and emotional distress.

John Price stood at the edge of the park, the weight of his unspoken feelings pressing down on him. The sun was setting, casting long shadows that seemed to mirror the turmoil in his heart. He had decided that today would be the day he confessed his love to Y/N.

He spotted her sitting on their favorite bench, her eyes lost in a book. Taking a deep breath, he walked over and sat down beside her. She looked up, her face lighting up with a smile that made his heart ache.

“Hey, John,” she greeted him warmly.

“Hey, Y/N,” he replied, his voice betraying the nerves he felt. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

Y/N closed her book and turned to face him, her expression curious. “What is it?”

John swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. “Y/N, we’ve been friends for a long time, and I… I love you. I want to be more than just friends.”

Y/N’s eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment, John thought he saw a flicker of something in her gaze. But then she looked away, her expression turning pained.

“John, I… I don’t know what to say,” she began, her voice barely above a whisper. “You’re an amazing person, and I care about you so much. But… there’s someone else.”

John felt like the ground had been pulled out from under him. “Someone else?”

She nodded, her eyes filling with tears. “Soap. I’ve had feelings for him for a while now. I’m so sorry, John. I never wanted to hurt you.”

John forced a smile, though it felt like his heart was shattering into a million pieces. “It’s okay, Y/N. I just want you to be happy.”

Y/N reached out and squeezed his hand, her touch both comforting and painful. “Thank you for understanding. You’re a wonderful friend, John. I hope we can still be that.”

He nodded, though the word “friend” felt like a cruel joke. “Of course, Y/N. Always.”

A few weeks later, John found himself at the same park, trying to distract himself from the lingering pain. He was walking along the path when he saw them—Y/N and Soap, standing by the pond. They were laughing, their faces close together.

John’s heart clenched as he watched them. He wanted to look away, but he couldn’t. And then it happened. Y/N leaned in and kissed Soap, right there in front of him. The world seemed to stop, and all John could hear was the sound of his own heart breaking.

He turned away, his vision blurred by tears. The pain was almost unbearable, but he knew he had to let her go. For her happiness, he would endure the heartbreak.

Now there another part.

Trigger Warning: This story contains themes of violence, abduction, and psychological distress.

John Price had reached his breaking point. The sight of Y/N kissing Soap MacTavish a few weeks ago had shattered him. The pain and anger had festered, turning into a dark resolve. Tonight, he would take action.

Under the cover of darkness, John approached Soap’s house. He knew the layout well enough from their missions together. Silently, he picked the lock on the back door and slipped inside, moving like a shadow through the familiar rooms.

Soap was asleep in his bedroom, unaware of the danger lurking in his home. John crept closer, his heart pounding with a mix of fear and determination. He couldn’t let Soap take Y/N away from him. Not without a fight.

With practiced precision, John subdued Soap, covering his mouth to stifle any noise. Soap’s eyes flew open in shock, but he couldn’t make a sound. John whispered harshly, “Don’t struggle. This will be over soon.”

He bound Soap’s hands and feet, ensuring he couldn’t escape. Then, with a final, regretful glance at his former friend, John carried him out of the house and into the waiting vehicle. The drive was silent, the tension palpable.

John took Soap to an isolated cabin deep in the woods, a place where no one would think to look. He left him there, ensuring he had enough supplies to survive but no means of escape. As he drove away, John felt a twisted sense of satisfaction. Soap was out of the picture, and Y/N would be safe from him.

The next day, John found Y/N sitting alone at the park, her eyes red from crying. He approached her, his heart aching at the sight of her distress.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” he asked, his voice gentle.

She looked up at him, tears streaming down her face. “Soap… he’s missing. No one knows where he is. I’m so scared, John.”

John sat down beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I’m sure he’ll turn up. Maybe he just needed some time alone.”

Y/N leaned into him, seeking comfort. “I hope you’re right. I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to him.”

John held her close, his heart torn between guilt and a twisted sense of relief. “I’m here for you, Y/N. Whatever you need, I’ll be here.”

She nodded, her sobs quieting as she found solace in his embrace. “Thank you, John. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

As he comforted her, John knew he had crossed a line he could never uncross. But for now, Y/N was safe in his arms, and that was all that mattered.

#john soap mactavish #john price #simon ghost riley #cod mw2 #cod x reader #angst #kyle gaz garrick #cod mw3 #alejandro vargas #phillip graves

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babybulbasaur920 · 8 months ago

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Twst Boys playing Pocket Love

this might be shitty, its late and i did this in one sitting, but combined my two favorite phone game apps. Ill probably redo this when im not about to hit the floor, enjoy what you will of it

TWST boys playing Pocket Love (and my favorite ships) part one

trigger warning for internalized homophobia in Ace´s part

Heartslabyul (Cater made them all get it)

Riddle: has a nice organized house. Spends very little time playing it because he doesn't collect all the clothes and furniture. Sad that Jess only gives you a cat or dog, my boy wants a hedgehog 🙁. His house is, as you can imagine, very red, and fancy. He will take the free gifts and refuses to spend real life money. He only has 2 floors cuz he thinks it's ridiculous to go any bigger. He has the typical stuff downstairs and the second floor is all outdoors stuff. One room is just a fancy table surrounded by roses and other flowers. Only interacts with his character's partner (Floyd) when it's required for a mission or date because the dialogue is so sweet, and the teapot tyrant refuses to be a blushing mess, even alone. Also has a library, with couches and the wallpaper from the international women's day pocket surprise, he got lucky enough to get it as a free-bie. Cleans the trash in the neighborhood religiously, spans the whole around his house. Wishes there was some way to penalize whoever is tossing that trash to begin with, Trey tells him the coins he gets for each piece of trash, was fined from the litterers and that seems to pacify him

Ace: Chaotic as hell, are we surprised? In the beginning he picked out a gray cat and named it Grim to annoy real Grim. Has Deuce as his character's partner but refuses to admit to any feelings beyond friendly ones. It's nearly sad how much he fights against the idea of him and Deuce (repressed gay, we have a repressed gay here), and claims it's just because Deuce is the best friend he's got, who else could live in his super awesome house? (note, it's not awesome, it's a mess). He can barely keep a room in order, cuz he has so much random stuff. Has a penchant for getting the same date items every single time so he has multiples of shit that he just puts up. Like the dragon dumpling date- he refuses to call them dates, they are hangouts dammit!-, he gets the same dragon head so now he has 7. He has them all hung up in a row in Deuce's room, cuz of course they separate rooms, so they stare at him when he sleeps.

Deuce: It's blue time baby! He enjoys the game as a relaxer and decorates it pretty simple, or tries to but he gets so many things it gets a bit cluttered, no matter how many times he uses the moving truck. Once again, is in it with Ace, and gives Ace a separate room, because he thinks having his sprite and the Ace sprite sleep together would be disrespectful when Ace is so blatant about it. Loves outdoorsy space like Riddle and has at least one room as a park, complete with a duck pond. Another one who has a cat named Grim purely to be a dick. Has a room devoted to vehicles, and even has a road patterned floor, is bi and proud so he doesn't mind that the road and the cars are all rainbow-y since they come from the pride parade date.

Trey: You know the two most done up rooms in his house are the kitchen and the bathroom. Sad he can't actually bake but the pancake minigame satisfies that urge for him. Collects the clothes he likes but lets Cater do the dressing up stuff for him. Tries to keep it simple and fun. For the bit he googles ¨ normal things to have in a house¨, cuz he's normal. Totally normal, run of the mill, average. Totally. Has some rooms that are ¨weird¨, like what appears to be the waiting room for a dentist office, and one that seems to be a cellar, with the wine glass chair and buckets of berries. Actually, the 2nd one isnt that weird

Cater: Do I have to say it? Aesthetic king! Always dresses him and Trey up so fly, is sure to change outfits everyday. Spends $20 a month on this thing because he has to have all the fresh new furniture from the pocket surprises. Both loves and hates how affectionate the characters are, he feels that he can't really have that and Trey only sees him as a friend. Someone just love this boy, he needs it. His favorite date is the cat cafe one cuz its cool and trendy but also fairly romantic, and coffee shops carry not-sweet food, like bagels, so he can actually enjoy eating there

#twisted wonderland #riddle rosehearts #trey clover #ace trappola #deuce spade #pocket love #riddle x floyd #Ace x Deuce #Trey x Cater #headcanons #cute #gay

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czarojay · 2 years ago

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Limited life au where. its an actual playground (yeah jay we've heard that already-) BUT HEAR ME OUT!

So it all started with Grian, obviously, the most charismatic kid in the neighborhood, a troublemaker, but also a really gentle kid. Combine everything you have the most popular kid in the area. Parents trust him enough to let their kids play with him and he's fun enough that all the kids want to join in on the fun. And because its G, he decided best way to solve the "everyone wants to be here when we roleplay" problem is to actually plan things (How mature for a kid huh, adults are delighted)

SO NOW! Limited life. Gonna start with the Rock Cleo is an 8th grade girl whose parents asked her to watch Bdubs and Scar - Bdubs because he moved here recently from another area - and scar because. He's scar. following her grabbing scar's arm right before he ate dirt on concrete had her being called Mum much to her chagrin. Bdubs used to live on another street with the TIES, but moved recently closer to Cleo and Scar, but still wanted to take part in the game and his parents REALLY don't want him to get lost. Their base would be a fun rock formation that all kids love to climb and sit on. You know what im talking about, every place has to have The rock. So thats theirs :D

Next up, the TIES! The kind of group who's lived on the same street their whole life and probably all go to the same school and class. When limited life was announced they immediately did their overly complicated handshake, went to nearest dollar store, bought weirdest ties found, most colourful ones and called themselves the TIES. They wear a different tie to each session and their dad's shelves grow ever lighter

Mean boys stay pretty much the same as canon /hj Joel and G go to the same class and Jimmy and G are brothers. Instead of jackets they wear vests/black tshirts :D

Pearl and BigB are neighbours who live the closest to the playground. Pearl was first invited into the games since she's Grian's cousin and BigB used to be his classmate. Pearl has a habit of taking her pets to the games and they often spend their time by the bottom of the rock, where it's most mossy and wet, admiring the frogs that hide there. The rock people obv noticed and started calling them nosy neighbors.

And this leaves mean gills whose base is the area of a nearby pond, which is definitely not meant to be used the way they do, but it's not like there is any adult supervision. Cleo, for one, is looking away. Before G was the popular kid, Scott was one, the one initiating all the games, so obviously he's happy to join, even if he's not 10 anymore. He and Martyn go to the same Middle School, so once Martyn crawls back to him, he happily takes him in.

The boogie is basically a goose goose duck game, but to solve the issue of "oh no- grian would know who's the boogie" they just make pearl's dog choose or ask random old ladies in the park and The kills are pretty much wrestling/a game of tag or! If you use the "tnt" that would be like. A ball they have. So most recent bread bridge kill would be Joel yeeting a softball at cleo and scar LMAO Swords are sticks obv everything is typical playground rules

FEEL FREE TO THROW MORE IDEAS AT ME :DDDDD

#writing #ideas #playground limited life au #limited life #im not gonna tag this more LMAO just had to throw these ideas out of my brain

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crowleys-bentley-and-plants · 10 months ago

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and sorry I'm greedy, 'The ring' intrigues me too 🤭

hahah no problem, lots to say about this one too :)) so this is a fic that was supposed to be a one-shot about a ring (Aziraphale's ring to be precise) but that got slightly out of hand (with slightly i mean it has over 50 chapters😶 but dont worry the chapters are very short lol)

here's what i have in terms of a summary:

The Metatron lied. Why should he need Aziraphale to rule heaven if he can do it himself? And now Aziraphale is trapped, if he steps out of line Crowley will get erased from the Book of Life. He needs to warn Crowley. And there's this little problem with the second coming, which is not what they thought it would be...

Basically it's about what happens after the s2 finale👀 the chapters alternate between Crowley's and Azirpahale's pov and Im currently in the editing part but oh my god im starting to hate it so much the writing is so bad the plot too and i have no idea how to improve this lol so i dont know if i'll ever publish this one😭 but here's a little snippet of a scene i do like (from chapter four) :))

Crowley is sitting on a weathered park bench, the golden ring Aziraphale had given him nestled in his palm. The day is dull, the sun shrouds behind thick clouds, and the world around him lacks its usual vibrancy. Everything seems colourless, except for the gleam of the ring. It emits an almost ethereal light, catching his attention like a beacon amidst the greyness.

He stares at the ring as if expecting it to provide answers. Naturally, it doesn’t.

Sighing, he tosses some frozen peas toward a group of ducks that have gathered by the pond. ‘I don't suppose you have any insights, do you?’ he murmurs to the ducks, who, of course, have better things to do than answering stupid questions from a miserable demon.

Contrary to Only Human, this fic is very sweet and happy-ish (it does have a little angst tho, i couldnt resist lol)

#asksks #The Ring

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happilychaengs · 2 years ago

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Dreamscape

a/n: HAHAHAHA idk whatt his is. sosososo confsing. my head HURTS but ok! writers blockk so i forcedd mysefl to writte this earlir. im sorryy if its no bueno o no entiendes ;|

word count: 1,179

son chaeyoung x gender neutral reader

tw: she's dead. alluding to suicide at the end. please don't read if you're uncomfortable about this topic

ANGST

You sat at your desk, staring blankly at the computer screen in front of you. You had been staring at it for hours, but for the life of you, you couldn't focus. You were stuck in an endless cycle of monotony, the dull moment getting even duller by the second. You start to notice the clutter beginning to build on your desk. The stacks of unfinished papers, the empty pens you start to forget to throw out, and the tangled electrical cords that are seemingly unchangeable now.

You glazed over at the clock on the wall, watching the minutes tick by as the phone on your desk blared. You picked up, your voice lacking any expression. It was your boss calling. She asks a simple check up on your progress though it's all but simple. You lie and say it's going great. You hang up. Did you leave your stove on today?

You get lost in your thoughts as lunch break rolls around but you don't have the energy to get up. Your stomach rumbles but your eyes continue to stare blankly at your screen. Laughter rings out from the lunch area and it almost feels like you're missing out but then again you didn't have the energy to care. The hours start to pass by, you not getting a single word down. Not a single key pressed. Not a single spreadsheet finished.

Your boss threatens to fire you but her words are lost in transition. It's all nothing but a blur to you. Soon enough, you're walking out of the building with nothing but a box of random contents in your hands as you get in your car and drive down the same street you take everyday.

You park in the same spot you always do and walked in your apartment, the same routine seeming to follow suit. Looking out the window, you see nothing but a plain and simple darkness that sets the tone for the night.

You set the box down at the foot of your bed and walk into the bathroom, staring at the reflection of yourself. You slant your head and squint your eyes as you notice all the things about yourself you didn't seem to before. Was your hair always so unkempt? Were your the bags under your eyes always so dark? Were your eyes always so red and swollen?

Quickly averting your gaze, you pace back into your bedroom and lay down, staring at the bottle of pills on your bed side table. You pour a few into your palm as you tossed them into your mouth.

Quickly gulping down the medication, you laid your head to rest as you stared up at the white ceiling. It doesn't take long for it to kick into effect as you feel your eyelids droop and the world blurring around you.

Today your dreams offer you a change in scenery. A peaceful oasis in the midst of the bustling concrete jungle. Winding paths passed through the lush green grass, provided shade by the tall trees above. The sweet scent of flowers blooming in the spring covered the land as the chirps of bird played all around.

In the center was a pond, the water sparkling in the sunlight. Families of ducks paddled through as parents and children alike sat on the shore, throwing small pieces of bread in.

Off to one side stood a bench, nestled among the trees, covered by the branches. It was worn and weathered, smoothed over by the countless of visitors but still sturdy all the same. As you sat down, you couldn't help but feel a sense of piece and serenity while you stared outwards at the scene playing out in front of you.

Though a familiar scent soon floated around you, the fruity and tropical smells invading your senses. A girl sits down beside you and your head turns slightly as your mouth parts open, "I missed you."

You don't get a clear view of her face, only the silhouette of her nose and lips seen as her long blonde hair gets in the way and cascades down her shoulders. "Do you remember this?"

It's not long before you know what she's implying, a weak and pensive smile on your lips. "It's where we first met and it's where I kept trying to court you until you became my girlfriend. I'm surprised it worked."

Her posture is prim and proper with her hands on her laps, her back straight as you see her nod. "And what else?"

"And... it's... where you died."

You can hear her laugh softly as if you just told her a funny joke, "Do you remember how I look?"

A frown appears on your face as you feel the guilt over the years all pile up on you, you shaking your head, "I'm sorry."

"No, it's okay." Her tone is still soft, still being able to bring comfort to you. You don't say a lot to her after. Only a few tidbits of what's been going on in your life since as she sits there listening.

You start to wallow in silence as the both of you continue to stare out at the pond. Now the moon was atop the sky, reflecting across the pond and casting a pale glow over the park, the leaves gently rustling in the wind.

"I do miss you." She blurts out, "I'm sorry I didn't say it earlier."

And although nothing in her tone implies it, this moment between you two feels fleeting. Like it'll disappear at a moment's notice. All in the snap of a finger. She grabs ahold of your hand and you feel nothing but a cold grasp that shakes you to the bone, the world in your eyes fading before you.

You jolt awake from your bed, feeling like you've been dragged out from paradise. Like the floor has been pulled out from under you. You look outside the window again and the darkness has subsided, allowing the light to come in.

The thought of preparing for work crosses your mind but the box at the foot of your bed serves as a quick reminder that it would be a fruitless endeavor.

Still, your day is nothing shy of eventful as you lay in your bed, the dreamscape from the night before quickly invading your mind again. The line separating your two realities begins to blur as your mind lingers on the sight of her and how you felt now. Was the life you're living really better than her? Better than how she made you felt?

You eyed the bottle of pills on the table beside you. You wanted to dream forever and they offered it. You quickly fumbled with the bottle and poured out the rest of the contents into your palm, some falling to the floor while your hands started to shake as they approached your mouth. You paused at the last second as you glossed it over, the unexpected sight of her face flashing in your mind. You remembered.

Dreamscape it is.

#i lovepy loveyy loveyy dooveyy dovey dvey chae!#im sory chaeyougn ;(( but itss time to nap4 me #chaeyoung x reader #son chaeyoung x reader #chaeyoung angst #twice imagines #twice fic #twice scenarios

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7-teen · 2 years ago

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SWEET NOTHINGS | k.m.

CHAPTER 2

minors do not interact

genre: seventeen collage au

pairing: mingyu x reader named romi (i hate y/n)

series warnings: minors do not intereact : feel free to let me know if im missing any (warnings for specific chapter will not be crossed out) swearing, drugs/weed and alcohol, violence, disordered eating, self harm, toxic relations, explicit sex scenes, slut shaming, body shaming, suicide ideation, light bullying, insecurities (body) mention of weight loss / weight gain

wc: 2.36 k

description: moving across the country for college to get away from your controlling parents, you never imagined the kind of people you would meet. when one boy in particular begins to pester you to no end, you are almost ready to throw in the towel until one day all of it changes.

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anxiety raced up your spine once you saw the four to five vehicles that were parked in the parking lot, just off the highway. the realization that you didn't know how many people, and that you didn't know any of them, was beginning to settle in. you took a deep, shaky breathe.

you took dk's hand as he offered it when you opened the car door. the path that him and cheol led you two down was almost past the definition of off the beaten path. there were rocks, and tree branches scattered across the path; dk would offer you his hand every time you guys reached a larger tree that laid across the path.

when the trees broke, it brought you guys to more of a really large pond than a small lake. there was a large dock that floated out into the water, and there had to have been at least ten people there. you weren't sure whether to feel relieved or panicked by the number of people.

"dk and cheol!" a shorter man called with arms out as we walked towards him.

"woozi! this is romi and harlow," dk introduced you guys as you all started moving towards the lake as a group.

"so you're the girl that gave mingyu some trouble?" he said in a sarcastic tone that told you he wasn't fully believing the story that mingyu was sharing with everyone. you chuckled slightly.

"he incriminated himself, i never mentioned his name once," you shrug as you watch harlow strip out of her clothes and run to jump in the water with cheol.

"that sounds like him," woozi nodded as you stopped at the end of the dock. you dropped your bag beside harlow's before removing your own clothes and shoes.

"you gonna come into the water?" woozi asked you as you sat on the edge of the dock. your toes just skimmed the surface of the water.

"no, its not really my thing," you tell him with a shrug.

"suit yourself, it's fucking hot out today," woozi laughed as he hopped into the water.

once you are settled on the dock, dk had disappeared to find one of his other friends, you finally allow yourself to relax a bit. the cold of your toes touching the water sends a shiver down your spin. but your relaxation does not last long.

"well, if it isn't the little bitch from earlier," you hear mingyu chuckle as he sits beside you on the dock, way too close to you.

"you're famous in our group now," the other boy that was with him laughed. he sat on the opposite side of you from mingyu.

"hm great," you mutter as your eyes scan the lake. harlow and cheol looked as though they were having the time of their lives.

"i'm dino," the one boy said to you, holding out his hand.

"like the dinosaurs?" you ask in a monotone voice, ignoring his hand. your patience for them was nonexistent.

"you really are a smartass," he muttered while dropping his hand.

"why aren't you in the water? you're missing out on all the fun," mingyu asks, as his hand slips onto her back.

"you know, my hair," you don't even look at him as you say it. your eyes continue to can across the water for cheol or dk, or even woozi to no avail. they were all doing their own thing.

"there is nobody to save you now," mingyu whispered close to your ear before he pushed you into the water.

you didn't even have time to panic before someone grabbed you by the waist and pulled you to the surface. you struggled in their grip and gasped as you broke the surface. you turned around in their grip and your nose was almost touching his.

"are you okay?" he asked. he had kind eyes that were a beautiful dark brown, that looked almost golden in the sun.

"i think so," you gasp, still trying to catch your breathe. you're grip on his upper arms is like a vice.

"i thought i would come help you. it's never good when someone is stuck between mingyu and dino," he laughs halfheartedly as he takes one of your arms and drapes it over his shoulder. you instinctively pull him close as your other arm wraps around the other side.

you were becoming increasingly aware of how much further the two of you were floating away from the dock. your panic began to rise again as you realized that the only thing preventing you from sinking to the bottom of this lake was this boy that you didn't even know the name of yet. your grip around him tightened.

"i'm joshua by the way," he said after a few moments of silence. you looked back at him, almost bumping your nose on his as you did so. "i heard about your little encounter with mingyu earlier."

"yeah, not my brightest moment," you huff as you begin to notice your arms cramping from hoe tightly you were clinging to joshua.

"i won't let you go," he whispered, leaning in slightly. "also, don't worry too much about mingyu and dino. they are pretty much walking sex shops; nothing but sex runs through their brains."

"i'm amazed any girl would ever want to be with either of them," you mutter as you watch cheol and harlow over joshua's shoulder.

"well that's less competition for me," joshua laughs half way through his sentence. "not that that is the motivation for having saved you."

"god, men are so insufferable," you roll your eyes as you finally relax. you taken in just how beautiful this small lake is.

"we try our best," joshua chuckled slightly as he begins to slowly make his way over to the dock again. mingyu and dino have long since gotten up and left.

"i'm sure you do," you mutter as you guys reach the edge of the dock. you grimace slightly at the sight of the slimy, green algae that coats the underside of the dock.

"hey, vernon, mind helping little lady out of the water?" joshua calls to one of the two guys standing just off the dock.

he comes over to the edge with a huge grin on his face. as he takes your hand, you can't help but notice his grip slipping in yours due to the water. you squeeze his hand tighter.

"don't drop me," you warn as he takes your forearm with his other hand.

"don't worry darling, we got you," you can practically hear the smile on joshua's voice as he grips your hips to help boost you up.

once you were fully out of the water, you stumble slightly into vernon's chest. he grips your elbows tightly to help steady you.

"i'm sorry," you smile sheepishly at vernon as you finally get your feet underneath you. his slowly dropped his hands from your arms.

"you're good. you seem to be having a good day," he says as i go to my back and grab my towel.

"y'know, it's been okay. i would have rather stayed dry but it is what it is," you shrug as you pull your shirt on.

"not a fan of water?" he asks you, and just as you're about to answer someone comes up from behind you and picks you up, spinning you in a circle.

"i see you've been for a swim," dk laughs as he sets you down on your feet. "and that joshua was your night in shining armour."

you look out into the water and see harlow and cheol splashing each other. it looks like they are having the tome of their lives, and you can't help but wish you were able to swim so you too could enjoy it. but you also couldn't complain about spinning in small circles with joshua keeping you afloat either.

"he wouldn't have had to be if it hadn't been for mingyu and dino," you groan as you, vernon and dk all make your way to the edge of the dock. you sit on the edge of it between the two boys.

"honestly, why are they even in out friend group still?" vernon asked once we were all settled on the edge of the dock.

"because they are childhood best friends to jun, wonwoo and cheol," dk seemingly recites as if he has said it a hundred times.

"still, they treat most people like absolute garbage," vernon mutters as he kicks at the water with his feet.

"there is obviously some redeeming factors about them that are unknown to me, i doubt they are just being dragged alone despite it," you mutter while leaning back onto your hands.

you almost kick joshua in the face as you feel his hands slide around your ankles and up the back of your calves. you had been paying so much attention to dk and vernon's conversation that you hadn't even noticed him come up to you guys. you gasped as your foot narrowly missed his perfect nose.

"i am so sorry," you bury your face in your hands as you say it, and only move them once you hear him laugh.

"you're all good," he assured you as he swings your ankles back and forth slightly. "are you coming to the party tonight?"

"i think dk would drag me to it if i didn't. are you going to be there?" you laugh. joshua's eyes light up more, as if it were even possible.

"i'm at every party, i will be there," joshua smiled at you.

"oh wow, look at joshua. he is moving on to the next girl already," you look over your shoulder to see mingyu laughing to dino as they pass behind you guys.

"don't listen to him," vernon snaps immediately. you look down at joshua, who is avoiding your eyes. all the brightness that had filled his earlier had left them.

"don't worry," you lean forward and whisper as you ran your hand through joshua's wet hair, effectively messing it up. you giggle as it sticks up in different directions. "i wouldn't ever listen to a word that mingyu says."

you watched as his eyes slowly moved up to your face, and the brightness filled his eyes again. there was something about how kind and soft his eyes were that drew you in. he had something about him that made you instantly trust him.

"i will for sure see you at the party?" he double checks as he slowly legs go of your ankles.

"you will for sure see me there, don't worry," you laugh as you watch joshua swim away, to a boy you haven't met yet, with the biggest smile spread across his face.

"you guys are going to make such a cute couple," dk laughs as you bring your attention back to him.

"god, as if i could ever pull a man like him," you almost scoff as you say this. joshua was such a beautiful human, and you could never in a million years imagine him actually wanting to be with you.

"are you joking? do you not see the way he looks at you?" vernon cut into the conversation.

"he is just being nice," you argue despite the fact that you could see that it was useless.

"no, joshua isn't like that with people he isn't interested in," dk affirmed.

"we've known each other less than twenty four hours and you already want to get me with your friend?" you laugh, leaning back onto your hands while kicking at the water with your feet.

"you're my best friend now, of course i am," dk leaned into you with his shoulder, and you rolled your eyes.

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you climbed into the back of dk's truck with your bag in tow. you and harlow had climbed in with just your tee shirts pulled over your bathing suits as they covered you both enough that you guys felt comfortable. you were just about the close the door of the truck when someone ripped the door from your grasp. you pulled your hand away quickly, rubbing at your fingers.

"hey dk, mind giving me a ride back?" mingyu asked as you glared at him in frustration. you caught dk's eyes in the mirror and he had an apologetic look on his face.

"what is wrong with who you came with?" dk asked as mingyu climbed in beside you, practically pushing you into the next seat as you moved too slow for his liking.

"they are heading to the party early, i have a few things i need to get done before it starts," mingyu informs him. listening to this interaction, you could almost see why they hang around him. he seemed so nonchalant and normal.

"alright," dk mumbled as he buckled up.

"look at you," mingyu mumbled, his tongue sliding slowly across his bottom lip as his eyes wandered down to your legs.

"who did you come with? walking back to my dorm from the party to get ready sounds better than spending an hour with you," you mutter, trying to pull the shirt further down your legs.

"jun, minghao and chan. i am sure chan would love to see you," he shot back.

"romi, climb into the front. i will sit in the back," cheol says as he gets out of the front seat. you awkwardly climb over the center console with dk's help before you settle into the front seat with your feet tucked up underneath you.

"thanks cheol," you look back to him and smile.

"gyu, i am not even kidding, if you say anything else like you just did, or do anything to piss her off, you will be hitchhiking back to your place," dk warned as he began to drive out of the parking lot just as the rest of the group got back to their vehicles.

"not my fault she isn't wearing any pants," mingyu tests under his breathe. dk slams on his breaks just before he went to turn out onto the highway and mingyu's face slams into the back of your seat as he wasn't able to get his hands out in front of him in time.

"i am not joking," dk warns once again before he pulls out of the parking lot. cheol had been rummaging through your bag and had found your shorts. you smile at him as you wiggle into them.

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akari-ku · 1 year ago

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YALL LET ME TELL U I HAVE NEVER BEEN PROUDER

okay backstory I watched good omens and obsessed over it so hard that I made my friend go watch it and of course she loved it but here’s the best part…

SHE MADE FANFICTION FOR IT 😭

LIKE UNIRONICALLY LIKE IM NOT EVEN SURE SHE KNOWS WHAT FANFICTION IS!?

but anyways at 4 in the morning she sent me this and I feel like it is my duty to share it (yes I got her permission)

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“Crowley, you have been a disappointment to me and to our cause. You have betrayed your own kind and sided with the enemy. You have failed to bring about the end of days. For this, you must pay the ultimate price. You are hereby erased from the book of life. You will cease to exist in any form or shape. You will be forgotten by everyone and everything. Farewell, traitor.”

Crowley felt a surge of panic and despair. He knew he had no time to waste. He grabbed his phone and called Aziraphale.

“Angel, listen to me. I need your help. They’re going to erase me from existence. You’re the only one who can save me.”

Aziraphale was shocked and saddened by the news. He asked Crowley where he was.

“I’m at the park, near the pond. Hurry, please.”

Aziraphale grabbed his coat and ran out of his bookshop. He hailed a taxi and told the driver to drive as fast as possible.

He reached the park and saw Crowley sitting on a bench, looking pale and scared.

“Crowley!” he shouted and ran towards him.

He hugged him tightly and whispered in his ear: “Don’t worry, my dear. I won’t let them take you away from me. I have a plan.”

He took out a pen and a piece of paper from his pocket.

“What are you doing?” Crowley asked.

“I’m going to write your name in my book of life. The one I keep in my safe at the shop. It’s a very special book, Crowley. It contains the names of all the beings I love and care for. And you’re one of them.”

He wrote Crowley’s name on the paper with a flourish.

“There. Now you’re safe. They can’t erase you if you’re in my book.”

He kissed Crowley on the cheek and smiled.

“Thank you, angel,” Crowley said, feeling a wave of relief and gratitude.

“You’re welcome, demon,” Aziraphale said.

They held each other close and watched the sunset over the pond.

Die END

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#good ineffable omens #good omens #good omens season two #fanfiction #fanfic writer in the making #i feel like a proud mom

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bbeanbbao · 2 years ago

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with you

summary

Since she was born, Im Areum's life has been laid out for her - soon she will marry, then her life will be to serve her husband.

But when her mother hires a beautiful, fiery handmaiden to instruct Areum on marriage, she realises that maybe this isn't her destiny after all.

relationship

park jimin/original female character

tags

f/m, alternative universe - historical (inspired by joseon era), fluff, angst, eventual smut, vaginal sex, nobility, secret identity, crossdressing, happy ending

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It was Areum's eighteenth year and already she was too old. Whispers followed her as she wandered out of the east building and followed the path to the pond. She bent her head and tried to focus on the sound of the birds singing, but she knew what people were saying.

Eighteen years old and still without a husband.

But it was one thing she was grateful to her father for.

At the age of thirteen, many men had started to offer their hand to Areum, but Kang-Dae, in a surprising moment of softness towards his daughter, refused each one.

"My daughter will not marry for political gain, she is not a pawn," he had said firmly each time an advisor came with a new proposal.

It was possible that the imminent marriage of his eldest son on the horizon which would finally bring together the Im and Lee households had softened him, and he perhaps felt no reason to rush his daughter into marriage.

It was also rumoured that Soo-Choi had finally put her foot down - her daughter was her companion and pride, and even the great Kang-Dae would not dare to defy his wife's wishes.

So though the whispers still followed her, Areum could only smile. She knew she would have to marry some day and perhaps each year would make it more difficult, but for now she could enjoy her youth.

By the pond, Areum watched as the dragonflies skimmed the surface, small insects drifting like dust around them in the intense afternoon sun.

Bending down, she looked closer at the pond, spotting a tiny frog sitting on a lilypad near the edge. She smiled.

"Hello, friend," she whispered. The frog looked at her, throat expanding and contracting. Then all of a sudden it leapt out of sight.

Areum laughed quietly to herself. Settling fully on her knees, her hanbok rustling around her, she reached out a finger to touch the water. It felt cool against her skin, despite the heat of the day, and not for the first time she wished the pond was larger and more secluded so she could take a quick dip.

"Im Areum, you'll ruin your clothes!" a voice broke across the quiet of the gardens and Areum jumped. She looked over her shoulder and saw one of the court maids, Jisoo, rushing over.

Areum held back a roll of her eyes then got back to her feet, brushing down her hanbok as she went.

Once she reached the pond too, Jisoo tutted as she looked over Areum.

"You ought to be more careful, this is a fine hanbok!" she scolded.

"I couldn't find any of my old clothes to wear," Areum replied. She often enjoyed wearing more simple dresses or even a loose pair of cotton trousers and one of her brother's old shirts on quiet days like this, but she hadn't been able to find any recently.

"I made sure to get rid of some of those. Your mother doesn't like you wearing men's clothes," Jisoo replied, brushing Areum down herself.

Areum groaned.

"It's just fabric, who cares? Both are nice," she whined and Jisoo levelled her with a look.

"People will talk," she said simply and Areum couldn't help but roll her eyes this time.

She never understood - men wore hanbok as well as trousers sometimes, so why was it a problem if she wanted to wear both too?

"Speaking of your mother, she is looking for you," Jisoo continued and Areum sighed.

She loved her mother, and indeed Jisoo too - they had practically grown up together - but she craved just one day of peace, away from the workings of the court. Just one day where she could do her own thing.

"She has someone she'd like you to meet, let's go," Jisoo said and Areum nodded before following.

Kneeling outside her mother's door, Jisoo knocked before Soo-Choi's sweet voice called out for Areum to come in.

Stepping in, Areum blinked to allow her eyes to adjust after being in the sun and saw her mother sitting by her low tea table, one of her maids pouring out two cups. Next to her, a young woman sat, hands politely in her lap and head slightly bowed.

"Ah, Areum-ah! You came," Soo-Choi said happily. Not that I had a choice, Areum thought bitterly, but she smiled nevertheless.

The young woman next to her mother stood, bowing immediately. Areum returned it, though she tilted her head in question at her mother.

"Areum, this is Jimin - someone I'd like you to meet."

continue here!

#bts jimin #jimin fanfic #jimin x reader #jimin x oc #jimin smut #bts fic #bts fanfic #bts smut

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minhio22 · 4 days ago

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Flower Hibiscus

Ryu x Reader

Hibiscus - the realization of a friendship becoming something more

Im supposed to study for tests next week but here i am writing as a break. Im sleepy so there might be a few kinks here and there. If i was that sleepy it mightve been longer. Hope u enjoyed

Being friends with Ryu was…. Eccentric in a way. You didn't know how he was brought up for him to become quite unpredictable like this nor do you mind it. You don't know what he's thinking most of the time, the things he says always throws you off. Now that you mentioned it…..you don't even think you knew how old he was.

The first time you met him was quite unexpected, not that there was a moment planned when you were with him. You were at a pond in the park, looking at the fishes and all. Just enjoying the tranquility of the slightly secluded spot. That is until you notice the water rippling all of a sudden.

At first you were curious, thinking it might be a fish or a frog or the such but nothing could've prepared you for what happened next. A scream ripped out of your mouth as you fell on your butt to the grass, slightly wet from the water as someone had just practically sprung out of it.

“Tada~ A green underwater alien~!” Those were Ryu’s first words to you. And they certainly wouldn't be the last.

You just stared at him, blinking and heart still beating fast from that fright he gave you. He had some green plant sticking onto his head and was all wet. But it didn't seem to bother him at all as in his hands he held a frog. It seems that the frog still had its tail but had grown its legs.

“Oh? A human?”

And that was how you first met him.

Days became weeks and weeks became months. You would sometimes see him pop out of nowhere while you were on your way somewhere or just randomly roaming around in the city. You tend to bump into Ryu while he was on his as he liked to call it ‘adventures’. There were times he was following cats and there were times he was roaming the city unsupervised. He would invite you to join him and everytime he would do something that surprised you.

“Ryu…. Where did you get that?” You sweat dropped as you pointed at the iguana in his hands. How?

“Over there! Isn't it cute?” Ryu rubbed his face against the iguana.

“No way…. What? You aren't possibly thinking of bringing it back are you? Yohei wouldn't like it.”

“Wahhhh?? You don't think, master will like it?” He pushed the iguana into your face. “Look at it, isn't it cute?” Ryu gave you those sparkly eyes of his and you just sighed agreeing with him. Goodluck Yohei, you prayed for him.

It was considerably late at night when was it a knock or was it something else? You weren't sure what you heard but when you sleepily stumbled your way to your front door, you were surprised to see Ryu there, drenched in the rain. He didn't seem like his usual self, his eyes downcast, shoulders slumped and you noticed that his pants were torn around the knees. The sight was enough to wake you up as you ushered him inside.

Sitting him on a chair and tossing a towel on his head, rubbing it to dry him off. He uncharacteristically didn't say anything and neither did you. When you were done with that you fumbled around your house for a first aid kit, still groggy with sleep you managed to find it and tended to him.

When you finally got the courage he didn't answer. He didn't say a word nor did he seem like he even heard you. So you just dropped it, not wanting to pressure him into talking. He did seem aware of where he was though.

Somehow the two of you ended up sitting on your couch. Ryu has always been the clingy type of person but you didn't expect him to cling to you right now. You had brought blankets earlier since you reckon he might still be cold from being drenched in the rain.

You were unsure what to do at first as you always had been when Ryu suddenly decided to bite your arm. Okay maybe that wasn't the best example but you get it. You awkwardly shifted your arm around his side pulling him closer.

For some reason you felt nervous, your heart rate speeding up. Huh…. You didn't think too much about it and just held him like that. As time went on you got more comfortable and so did Ryu. Both of you ended up snuggling together on the couch asleep and unaware of the position that you might find yourself in. You wouldn't notice it until you woke up the next morning. Face turned red, as you carefully stumbled out of Ryu’s hold. Maybe there was something more to what you were feeling right now, more than friendship but you were still unsure.

#paradox live #paradox live x reader #oneshot #minhio writes #natsume ryu #ryu natsume #ryu natsume x reader #natsume ryu x reader #flower asks

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gravybath · 4 years ago

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My 13 year old lab at my parents house passed away this morning and ur going to look at every picture i have of him on my phone his name was premo and he was a very good boy

#gravy talks #needless to say i am no longer at work i went home to cry #i think he was 13 possibly older but like. to the day almost.#he was born on nov 6 so #anyways he was a very good boy and im worried about the other lab being lonely now #i dont have any pictures of him young on my phone b/c it was so long ago :)#he liked to try and eat fireworks and guns #and he would swim in freezing ponds for hours #and to drink water her would basically dunk his entire head in the bucket instead of lapping it #i remember when we first got him we were on the way to our ranch and someone was selling puppies in a parking lot #and my dad went inside and i stayed in the car and played w/ them and made him get one #and he was the biggest ouppy and he liked to sit on he center console on the drive there #and he chewed on beer cans and hogged my pillow while i was sleeping #yeah...

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emotionally-damaged-carrot · 3 years ago

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Love is a painful dance

TASM! Spiderman x male reader

Just trying to post again, trying to get the courage to write again. Hope you lot like it. Enjoy!

Warning: angst, hint of depression, suicide.

"You're a total idiot."

He says with the biggest smile on his face

"You still love me tho."

I say with a goofy smile while laughing at his now ice cream covered shirt.

"Sadly."

Walking through the park in a gloomy wednesday afternoon, hands in my pockets, staring at the pond in the middle of the park. Seeing a bench nearby the water I make my way towards it, seeing a family of ducks swimming near the edge.

seeing the smile on his face as he drags me along the whole park, looking everywhere, with a shine in his eyes that is for certain of amusement, stopping by at a bench near the pond in the park, waking a seat I immediately relax listening to him say everything he sees.

"Oh my god, look at those duckling, they are so cute just swimming around with their mom."

"They are."

I say with a soft smile, just watching him, seeing the beautiful orange hue the setting sun casts on his face as it descends. Brings out all his beauty, his imperfections, his perfections, him.

Not realizing i was staring at him, too busy admiring. I didn't catch what he said making him turn to me with a smile. That gorgeous smile. He waved a hand in front of my face to catchy attention which he succeeded.

"Hm? Sorry I was busy."

He let out the cutest giggle i've heard, he grabs my glasses.

"I said, what do you think the future has in store for you?"

He says putting on the glasses, making him look like a cute nerd.

"I don't know, but I one thing is for sure. You are part of it."

"You're so corny."

He says, his face turning the brightest shade of red.

Looking to my side, taking out my right hand, placing it beside me on the bench. Tears threatening to fall down my face, taking off my glasses wiping my eyes. I stare of into the distance, remembering your warmth, longing for your warm embrace.

Smiling to myself as i remember the first time you found out I was spider-man. You were amazed, not mad like how I expected you to be for keeping this secret for so long.

"can you, like uhmmm... like swing me around the city?"

Leaning forward cupping my face with both my hands smiling, remembering you're first words after finding out.

Looking up to the sky of new york, filled with dark clouds a sign that it's about to rain. Looking back beside me, reminiscing the past, remembering when you would take me here whenever we have some free time, remembering how you would hold my hand tight, on the way to the bench, scared that might leave you, scared that you would be alone. Again.

But, ow how the tables have turned, how the time has passed. Now I'm sitting here alone on the same bench you first took me to, missing you, missing how you make me feel, missing how you would talk my ear off but i would never complain, because you're words. You talking is a sign you're still here, with me. That you are still alive. I miss you, y/n. I should've been there when you felt alone. I should've been there, with you the whole time. Should've known you were suffering.

Finding you on the bed eyes closed, looking peaceful.

I just wish I knew that you already left.

That you were no longer with me, physically at least. I should've sensed it as soon as you didn't answer when i called you as I enter the house. I should've seen the orange bottle beside you as you laid there, with a smile on your face.

At least you passed, passed away on your own terms.

Pulling out a chain around my neck with two rings. One with my name engraved and the other with yours. I would've proposed to you, I planned to propose to you on our anniversary, but it seems like, I was too late. I would've given you the ring with my name. And wear the ring with your name.

Now, I sit here on the bench, alone, letting the tears spill from my eyes.

I miss you, y/n.

It's really short, but im working on a moon knight fic tho, this is just to see if i can still write. The moon knight fic will probably be long, and it will take some time to write considering im still fixing myself.

Hope you liked it.

#x male reader #x reader #peter parker x male reader #andrew garfield x male reader #tasm x male reader #y/n #angst #spiderman #spiderman x male reader #spiderman x reader #peter parker x reader #andrew garfield x reader #tasm x reader

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wheelsup · 3 years ago

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the taming of the shrew | two

if i be waspish, best beware my sting

after some setbacks, penelope is willing to do anything to get you back on board. but has spencer already ruined things?

A/N: hello! im so sorry that this posting schedule is super inconsistent. the more i thought about this chapter, the less i liked the more technical aspects of it. but! i hope you enjoy to plot aspect of it nonetheless <3 thanks for reading!

category: fluff, slow burn series, spencer reid x fem!reader

wc: 4.4k

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Since that phone call with Penelope, she’d been over nearly every night for a week with plates of treats and onslaughts of apologies. Each time she came knocking, you told her there was no amount of persuasion that could change your mind. And yet the following night, she’d be there, a new type of pastry in hand and a new set of reasons why Spencer was worth the trouble.

First, she brought blueberry muffins and reasoned that deep below that prickly exterior, he really was everything she promised –– sweet and caring. But that must be deep, deep down. Like, The Lost City of Atlantis, deep down, because you didn’t expect it to surface any time soon.

Then, she brought fudge brownies and explained that his behavior wasn’t personal –– he was getting snippy with everyone lately. And while you maintained that anybody would have a hard time getting along with Spencer, you were absolutely positive that it was now impossible for you.

Quite frankly, it wasn’t just Spencer who was unwilling to play nice. You hated him. More than you’ve ever hated a stranger.

You wished him a lifetime riddled with minor inconveniences that would drive him to the edge of insanity. You wanted him to miss all his trains by just a quarter of a minute; close enough so that he could see it leave the platform, knowing he almost made it on. You wanted him to constantly feel like he was about to sneeze. You wanted his socks to be perpetually wet, and if he should happen to put on a dry pair? You hoped he stepped in a puddle.

That was all you could think about as you laid out on your couch, munching on one of Penelope’s lemon bars while she paced around your apartment. She kept going on and on advertising Spencer to you. As annoying as it was, she was also saving you a ton on groceries that week.

For the most part, you filtered her out. Not a single word that came out of her mouth was believable anymore, especially not when she was talking about Spencer. Despite what Penelope thought of him, you saw in him what she refused to accept.

As her speech came to a close, she looked at you like she expected a response to dignify her prattling.

“Give it a rest, Penelope. He’s a lost cause,” you laughed dryly. “He doesn’t need –– nor does he want –– anyone in his life.” At the very least, he definitely didn’t want you.

“Yes, that’s the problem!” If you’d been listening to her, you would’ve heard her saying the same thing. “He doesn’t want to date!”

Your head just about exploded when she said that.

There had been countless, fruitless conversations about this, and all along she saw the gaping hole in her supposedly airtight plan?

“If he doesn’t want to DATE, then WHAT was the point of this?!” Your fingers pressed the bridge of your nose; you suddenly felt a headache coming on. Funny how it always happened around the time of day that Penelope came to visit.

Penelope stopped pacing. She stalked over to your couch, picked your legs up by your ankle, and moved them to make space for herself. You begrudgingly sat upright as she took her place beside you.

“Because he’s not himself anymore. He’s not open like he used to be. Not to the people who care about him the most, and certainly not to the world.”

Penelope toyed with the hem of her dress, distracting herself from her quivering lip before pressing on, “Spencer Reid has always wanted love. And it’s not right that he no longer believes he can have it.”

You hadn’t seen Penelope look so desperate until now. It was concerning. Because what could make her look so hopeless? What could make Spencer so hopeless?

“Penelope, I don’t know what’s wrong with your little friend, but… there’s a lot more bubbling inside him than you’re letting on.”

She chewed up the insides of her cheeks, wincing to herself at your incredibly accurate claim.

“You are hiding something, aren’t you?” You narrowed your eyes on her. You were no detective, or whatever exactly her team did, but she was just awful at concealing her thoughts.

“It’s not my story to tell,” she murmured.

She could already feel herself about to give it away and doubled down her mental defenses against it. Focusing extra hard on keeping Spencer’s privacy intact. If only you knew her track record with secrets, you’d be proud of her for staying quiet this long.

“What isn’t your story?”

“That his girlfriend died last year.”

She spilled it before she even realized what she was saying. You’d just asked so nonchalantly that she forgot she was talking aloud. Penelope turned purple, terrified now that the whole truth was out there.

You couldn’t even take satisfaction in the fact that your trick worked. You were just as mortified as Penelope, and if you weren’t already sitting down, you knew you’d need to. You assumed there was something deeper going on with him, you didn’t think it was a dead girlfriend. That was some Nicholas Sparks shit.

“He pretends like he’s fine but I know he’s not. And if he found a way to move on, maybe he’d start feeling as okay as he claims to be,” she sniffled before snot could run from her nose, tears lining the rims of her eyes. “I know I should’ve given you the full picture, but I didn’t think you’d go for it if you knew…”

You were too floored to process it all right away. This added a whole new layer of complicated to an already uneasy arrangement.

“Well, I know you’re right about one thing. I would’ve said no.”

She gave you a set of pleading eyes, praying you’d see where she was coming from.

“I know,” she whispered defeatedly. “But maybe... now that you know, you can understand why he acts out the way he does.”

“Penelope, I can’t just… make someone move on, or –– or get them to believe in love! Especially when it’s fake.”

How on Earth did she expect you to pull that off? Did that guy from A Walk to Remember move on when Mandy Moore died? You hadn’t seen the ending of the movie, but you assumed not.

“I’m sorry, this is just… a lot bigger than the favor I thought it was ––”

“What if I could return it?” she cut in. The gears in her head started to turn, figuring ways to patch up the holes she made.

“There’s nothing I need from you.”

That couldn’t be true. Penelope looked around the room and it didn’t take her long to think of it.

“I can help you sell your art,” she tempted, gesturing to the scattered canvases. “You make all your income from this, right?”

You didn’t want to give any fuel to her fire, but you nodded. “What if… what if you didn’t have to settle for local buyers? What if I told you that you could make way more money selling them to the whole world?”

You chortled at her idea.

You were a local artist, through and through. Your art got put in local galleries and sold to local buyers. Nothing more, and that was fine with you. You realized it a long time ago that it was just a pipe dream to think you’d be more.

“I’m serious! You could get a separate painting studio, and stop living in one? Huh?” She wrapped her hand around your shoulder, waving the other in the air, urging you to picture it with her. “Imagine this: a kitchen that’s separate from your living room. A bed, inside it’s own four walls, and more than twelve feet from where you cook your meals.”

Pushing aside her so blatantly insulting your apartment, if that were a possibility, you’d want nothing more. But it already sounded foolish and you hadn’t even heard how she planned to pull it off.

“Penelope, I’m fine where I am. I make the money I need, and that’s... it’s fine.”

She gave you a pointed look. “You know, I can hack all search engine results to make sure you are what comes up first anytime someone enters the word ‘painting’, right?

An airy chuckle left your lips. Of course she could. You patted her thigh twice and stood up, prompting her to follow you to your door –– hopefully, so she can show herself to the other side of it. “Still no, Pen.”

“Just take some time to think about it!” Her voice carried through the wood as you shut it on her.

There was this one bench in Kenilworth Park – the one that overlooks the crystal clear pond – that you’d always been able to rely on to fix any problem.

There was hidden magic in the bushes that sprawled out from the edges of the water, surrounded by spiky green blades of overgrown grass. A simplicity you loved in baby ducklings paddling into the tiny body of water, swimming close together so they don’t get lost in, what seems to them, a whole ocean. And clarity provided by the freshest air in the world, under the shade of the big oak trees on a late summer afternoon.

But at the present, none of that came close to being enough.

The artist’s block started off as a minor inconvenience, but without your permission, had stretched into weeks of steadily declining motivation. Each new idea felt even worse than the last, and you were acutely aware that there would come a point where you’d officially hit maximum capacity for how awful they could get.

Still, that didn’t seem to light a fire under you. You happily coexisted with the blank pages of your sketchbook. Staring down at them, laying open on your lap in their stark-white glory, you felt like you were playing a waiting game. If you stared long and hard enough, maybe they’d flinch.

Unfortunately, you never got to find out who won, because your phone rang inside your pocket. As if the caller had interrupted an incredible genius at work (which couldn’t be farther from the truth), you hastily raised the phone to your ear, slamming your sketchbook shut.

“Hello?” Your voice wasn’t as kind as it could be for someone with nothing better to be doing. Two seconds later, you learned who was calling and came to regret it.

“Hi, This is Rebecca from District Arts, calling with a message from Andre ––”

“Oh, hi!” you tried to walk back your previous tone, straightening up in your seat and pitching your voice higher, “Yeah, I’ve been waiting to hear from him!”

While Rebecca intimidated you, Andre happened to be your closest friend at the gallery. He worked closely with the artists to curate their collection and help them make sales.

“Does he want to sort out what to set the opening bid prices at for my new pieces?” A handful of days ago, you sent him pictures of your new work and were waiting to hear his thoughts. You’d always been able to trust his opinion, and a vote of confidence from him might be just the thing to inspire you.

“Uhm…” There was a criminally long pause on the other side of the line, ended by Rebecca’s weary inhale. “Unfortunately, we’re calling to inform you that your pieces will not be included in the next rotation.”

For a minute, you weren’t sure what to make of what she said. You’d never heard those words before.

“What – what do you mean?” you laughed nervously. She probably misspoke. Perks of friendship aside, Andre always included you in sets.

“Ugh, let me just get him…” her voice faded away as she put the phone down.

That wasn’t exactly the reassuring statement you were looking for. In the time it took for the call to switch hands, your confusion finally melted in. And then quickly boiled into anger.

The District Arts gallery changed their entire collection every two months. The pieces shown accepted rolling bids throughout the full eight weeks, finally selling at the end of term to their highest offer. After that, the pieces got taken down, sent to happy new owners, and the entire gallery reset with entirely new works.

So if you missed one rotation, that meant waiting two months to get back in.

“Andre, how am I just cut from the gallery!” you barked before he could get a word in. If he didn’t like your work, he could’ve just said so.

“No one said that ––”

“Okay, let me rephrase.” You pinched the bridge of your nose, something you found yourself doing quite frequently lately, and took a deep breath in and out. It was seemingly just for show because it did absolutely nothing to calm you down. “Why wouldn’t you put me in the next set? I’m in all of them!”

“I know you are!” He sounded just as upset. “It’s just that… we give you the biggest space we have, because you always manage to fill it up. But this time… I’m not so sure you can.”

“That’s ridiculous,” you scoffed. “What makes you say that?” You asked that, but you knew.

“You’ve only finished three pieces… I’m worried how you’ll deliver seven more before we set up.”

“But… it’s four weeks away, I could do ––”

“And it took you four weeks to make what you have... I’m sorry. We couldn’t take that gamble.”

He took your silence as an opportunity to turn off the work talk and speak, just friend to friend.

“You know that I trust you and I’d hold that spot if I could. But, I also know what you’re going through right now, and… I don’t know, maybe letting yourself rest would be a good thing?”

Your heart paused. By, “knowing what you’re going through”, you assumed he didn’t mean the little artist’s block.

“If you’re implying that I can’t do my job because of what happened with Cyrus –”

“I’m not, I’m not....” he backtracked as quickly as he could. “But take another look at the paintings you showed me and tell me if they feel like you.”

Even if he was right, you wanted to fight him. You wanted to cry. You wanted to beg that you didn’t need that big space; you were willing to downsize and just turn in the three that you had. Even if they got shoved into the corner where hardly anybody bothered to look. You just couldn’t afford to go two months without the income.

But even with tears beading up, you realized that the gallery couldn’t afford it either. They needed to bring in money and you couldn’t do that for them this time. So they were right to go to someone who can.

“Right,” you sniffled, recollecting yourself so he can’t hear the shakiness in your voice. “I understand. It’s a big risk, like you said… It’s for the better.”

Andre tried to thank you for being understanding and spewed some sort of encouragement. The words flew over your head. You managed to toss in a few ‘mhmm’s and ‘sure’s at the right places to coast you along until the call finally ended.

As soon as it went dead, you dropped your phone to the side and brought your hands to your face, rubbing them furiously over your cheeks. Your fingertips pressed hard into your eyelids, trying to forcibly reabsorb the tears threatening to spill.

It almost worked, until you tried to breathe.

A full sob escaped in that one gulp of air and you succumbed to it. But the loud crunching noise of some pedestrian walking over the falling leaves destroyed your sense of privacy, and you quickly wiped away all signs of your breakdown. The crunching stopped just short of your bench and on instinct you flicked your eyes up to see who the intruder was.

You did a double take. It was him. That fucking asshole.

He was standing there, looking dumber than you could even remember, with his hands in his coat pockets and a curious look on his face as he watched you cry. Tucking your sketchbook under your arm in haste, you made it a point to stand up with as much aggression as possible, rolling your eyes at him.

“Don’t worry, I’m leaving,” you barked. “No need to yell at me this time.”

You bristled past him, barely refraining yourself from checking his shoulder as payback. You wanted to believe you were better than him, but it did sound incredibly tempting. He stood there for a moment before turning on his heel and following you.

“Wait,” he groaned.

You didn’t listen, neither stopping nor slowing down.

“I said wait,” he huffed as he caught up to you, popping up at your side and jogging along as you kept going.

“Yeah, because I need to listen to a guy who yells at strangers in bookstores.”

Now that you’d brought up the elephant in the room, your feet started moving even faster, working double time to get you away from him.

Damn the fact that he had those long legs. He didn’t even break a sweat trying to keep up. He was inescapable.

“Well, if you waited like I asked, you would’ve gotten an apology for the ––”

“Gee, thanks!” you yelled, stopping for only a second to turn to him and give him a mocking bow of your head, hands clasped together like you were praising at his altar. “I was waiting with bated breath for that! Thank you, kind sir, for now my life can go on.”

“Look, I’m actually sorry,” he snapped. Then in realizing the irony, softened his voice, “I’m sorry for being rude. I was having a bad day… not that that’s an excuse.”

You stared at him blankly, just watching his mouth moving quickly and waiting until it finally stopped.

“Did you need something?”

“Did you… did you not hear what I just said?!”

“No, sorry,” you smiled, voice sweet like sugar. “My ears filter bullshit. Wanna try again?”

He scoffed, looking away like he couldn’t believe you before stepping even closer. “What’s your problem?”

“Me!? The fuck –– what the fuck is your problem?” You turned and stormed off again, seething at his audacity. Spencer just couldn’t relent his annoying tendencies and followed yet again.

“My problem is that I’m trying to be nice, and you’re not letting me!”

You got a good, hard laugh out of that. “Okay, first of all, having to apologize for yelling at me and pushing me isn’t exactly the best starting point for the journey of becoming a nice person.”

“Like I said, I was having a bad day.”

Under your breath, you muttered, “Well, I hope this one’s even worse.”

“Why are you such a ––” He stopped himself from finishing that thought. Even in his worst mood, he wouldn’t cross that line.

But he didn’t need to finish it, you knew exactly where he wanted to take it. The soles of your shoes scraped against the loose gravel as you came to a grinding halt, ears ringing.

“A what?” You turned to face him, a sarcastic smile on your face growing wider as he started to shrink more and more. You got up close in his face, daring him to say what he really wanted to. So he could reinforce your belief in exactly the type of person he was. “A what?”

Spencer pursed his lips and shook his head, refusing to say it no matter how much you challenged him. If he wasn’t going to have the balls to say it, you decided to take it upon yourself.

“Tell you what, you keep thinking about it and get back to me the next time you’re in a cunty mood.”

The word he was thinking of was probably not as bad, but you had a habit of escalating things. Even if you took this one too far, you didn’t care.

Before you tried to take off again, Spencer’s hand flew to your elbow. He tugged you back, forcing you to turn around and face him. He didn’t know his own strength; without any resistance, you came stumbling into his chest, at risk of falling over if it weren’t for his tight grip on your arm.

It took you a beat to push him away with both your hands on his chest, vocalizing your disgust for being so close to him.

“Can you stop trying to disagree with me for a second? I’m trying to tell you that you’re right, I was being a… well, you know…” He avoided the word. Apparently ‘cunt’ was where he drew the line. “I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve it.”

Your nostrils were still flared and blood hot as ever, but he made you pause. He looked sincere, if not a little tinged with guilt as well. You were suspicious of it.

“You saw me crying and felt bad, didn’t you?”

He laughed darkly. “Well, I saw you, yes. Did I feel bad? No.”

“Oh, my God,” you growled, berating yourself for getting close to believing he might be capable of decency.

“I’m joking! I’m joking.” He squeezed your elbow twice in earnest. “I did feel bad, but that’s not why I wanted to say it.”

“Okay.” You weren’t ready to give him a real smile, so you flattened your lips into a thin line and nodded once slowly, and left it at that.

You still weren’t a fan, but the apology did dampen some of the resentment. Maybe he wasn’t the worst person alive. You’d settle for saying top ten most annoying, instead.

Minutes later, you came to the startling realization that he was still on the path, just two paces behind you. You flinched when you saw him out of the corner of your eye, not expecting him to still be here.

“Uhm. Where are you… why are you still following me?”

“I’m not. My car’s that way,” he gestured to the parking lot at the end of the long walkway. “I forgot my loaf for the ducks.” He didn’t mean to offer that information up, it just slipped out. He could practically see your smug expression coming before it even got there.

“You’re not supposed to feed bread to the ducks. It’s bad for them.”

“I don’t.” He didn’t care to explain this to you, but he couldn’t have you thinking he was any less competent than he really was. “It’s a special bread made from water and seeds that were ground into flour. It’s duck-safe.”

“They make duck-safe bread?” Now that was something you’d never heard before.

“No… I make duck-safe bread,” he said softly under his breath.

You didn’t know how else you were supposed to react to that besides laughing wildly.

“You make it?” He nodded like you were the crazy one here. As if he wasn’t the one spending his spare time grinding up seeds and baking loaves of bread for ducks, donning a frilly pink apron and oven mitts as he did so. At least that’s how you imagined it. “Why not just feed them the seeds?”

“Because, loose seeds will sink in the water and can potentially clog waterbeds and cause foreign bacteria growth in the pond.”

“So you… hand-make the seeds into a little loaf of bread so it doesn't do that?”

He confirmed. You pondered silently for a moment, then absolutely had to ask, “You ever eaten the duck bread before?”

Spencer was caught off guard by that question. His cheeks deepened to a rosy color.

“Yeah, well, it was the house so…” he laughed nervously and stared at his sneakers. “It’s actually not too bad.”

You weren’t entirely surprised by that. You remembered what his grocery basket looked like, and given those same options, you probably would’ve tried the duck bread too. Still, you cracked the smallest of grins at knowing he makes bread for ducks. The one, sole redeeming fact you’ve learned about Spencer.

You reached your car first, and Spencer stopped in front of it with you.

“I’m actually sorry, you know,” he whispered once more, hand resting at the top of your car door as you opened it. He wasn’t talking about the incident at the bookstore.

“Yeah…” For a while you were so busy being angry at Spencer that you forgot about your own problems.

He noticed your nose was still red around the edges, eyes still a little bleary. “Are you okay, by the way?” His voice was too soft, too genuine.

You shook your head no.

“Is there anything I can do?” You shook your head again. And then you had an awful thought.

You knew he was just offering to help just to say it, because that’s how people react when you say you’re not okay even if they don’t care. But there actually was something he could do for you… Something that Penelope could do.

“Uh, no but…” you fixed your hair and tucked it behind your ear, seamlessly switching to a flirtier voice. “If you still feel bad about the other day, you’re welcome to make it up to me.”

Spencer cocked his head to the side, unsure of how he could do that.

“Hang out with me sometime.”

“H-hang out?” You could tell that it flustered him, even if he tried to play it off. He swallowed thickly, nose twitching and brows scrunched together.

“Relax, I really do just mean hang out.” You were lying through your teeth. He didn’t need to know that.

As if he didn’t want to think about it for a second longer and just get out of this conversation as quickly as possible, he agreed without thinking it through. He didn’t even ask why an almost complete stranger would want to hang out with him.

You stuck your hand out, expecting him to hand over his cell so you could put your contact into it. He rocked on the balls of his feet, watching as you input your contact and sent yourself a text on his phone.

“Hi, this is…” you read out your message as you typed, pausing at just the right place. “What’s your name by the way?”

“Oh-uh, I’m Spencer.”

A devilish grin took over your face, hidden from his view while you were looking down at the screen. He was going to be easy to fool.

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