#even though i’d choose him a million times over

[iammissingautumn]

and ig smth that keeps me caught up is it’s like i was only ever put in a position to be the heartbreak. It was like any time I said I needed space away it was this abandonment. and it may have, but when i was being hurt and i say i needed space. Especially with my shame around that previous relationship, i didn’t know I was aromantic yet and the interactions hurt. and i said i thought i was gonna be a bit anti social so that was the heads up. but when i felt comfortable talking to more people it was like i was supposed to know how to fix a pain i was told was there. I had to know how to get it out in order to have a conversation that wasnt wanted from me. And when she wrote “maybe we aren’t responsible for the hurt others associate with us” i had never felt a bit more free. obviously there’s a fine line, and i have owned up to the pain i have caused and did every possible move to be better. And I’m better. but there comes a time when there’s a hang up that you can’t do anything about. which is to say. i think that history matters but i hope i’m not a symbol of what i look like in someone’s head bc of their personal pains. i hope i’m given more than that.

[diltonsstrangescience]

DANG. Absolutely cold-blooded.

[feyascorner]

Astarion would never admit it, but the charming lines he uses as a constant attempt to seduce you are not all his own.

He’s talented, he knows, at coming up with the heart skipping lines, describing in detail the massive amount of so-called ‘adoration’ he says he can give. He knows how to flirt, and he knows even better that despite the way you roll your eyes, he’s starting to wedge his way into your heart.

But sooner or later, ideas come to an end. And he’s starting to think you’re incapable of falling in love if he’s used all his lines and you still haven’t approached him. Perhaps you just don’t do romance. But hope wavers. Why he’s so adamant on wrapping you of all companions around his finger, he doesn’t know. He knows you’re the most difficult to seduce, yet he can’t help himself.

You’re almost like a drug to him.

So, unable to quit, he turns to his books. They’re sappy romances, and many of the lines even manage to make him scrunch his nose, scoffing at the sheer disbelief of how unrealistic some of the scenarios are. But hours upon hours later, he picks out some of the most upfront lines, because he’s sure you’ll just ignore him otherwise.

He knows you have little interest in romance, but he wants to entice you. He wants to be good enough for you to look at him.

“I must confess that the moment I laid eyes on you, everything in my body and soul told me you were the one.”

You stare at him, eyes lidded and barely fazed. Puzzled, he has no choice but to continue.

“My heart beats terribly, my beloved, whenever I see you bathing in the glory of the sun. My breath quickens, but vanishes when you get a step closer. My very existence, it seems, is meant to yearn for you,” he rattles off the lines of the book, as enticingly as he can, with eyes so seductive that they almost appear to glow. “Your beauty is unmatched with any other. If you asked, I would die—“

“—a million times in the thorns adorning my own desire,” you cut in, and his eyes widen. “The skies could fall and I would use my bloodied body to hold you up again, against the starry nights as a star gleaming brightest in its competition.”

As you finish the line, he blinks, completely and utterly confused. “How did you-“

“It’s my favorite book,” you confess sheepishly.

Astarion, for the first time, sees you as you are. He sees you as the being who yearns for love, just as a young maiden would yearn for their prince—perhaps even more innocent. He’s read you completely wrong, and he feels his throat close up. “It’s…it’s a childish one.”

Your cheeks burn, and he thinks you almost look cute. He rips away from the thoughts though, appalled at what he just considered. “I think it’s romantic.”

“No kind of love is so ideal.”

And while your face falls, you lift your head to look at him with squinted eyes. “…next time, just make your own lines—-or, at least, don’t choose ones that don’t fit you.”

“Don’t fit me? How so?”

“I doubt we would’ve fallen in love at first sight. You had a knife to my throat.”

“A loving knife.”

You stifle a laugh, and he swears he can’t take his eyes off of you. “Well…if you want, I have other books in my tent if you want to see…I have a few you might like, or at least, help.”

He just stares at you, only realizing moments later that you were awaiting an answer. “Ah, of course, darling. I’d love to accompany you. Perhaps I’ll learn a new line or two, though I doubt any writing has as much charisma as myself.”

You smile softly, nodding. “Okay then. Come over tonight after dinner, and I’ll show you.”

And as you walk away, he thinks that rather than him doing the charming and you falling irrevocably in love with him as it should have gone, your interaction has left him charmed instead.

It seems the romance novels are more than just effective at their jobs.

[beybaldes]

Karma is the guy on AFC Richmond, coming straight home to me!

summer sleepover masterlist

roy kent × gn!famous!reader (loosely inspired by Taylor swift and Travis Kelce)

summary: “kisses with a height difference” requested by two anons <33

an: okay you can actually thank the queen of my heart @onceuponaoneshotfanfic for my sudden (although potentially one night only we’ll see if I get my uni essay done lol) return because she reposted a celebrity prompt list and it got my mind whirring oops love you tally thank you for breaking my writers (and reading) block <33

“Hot.”

One simple word had sent your 68 million instagram followers into an absolute frenzy, and half of them, you were pretty sure, didn’t even know who Roy Kent was.

“‘So nice of them to put this football player on the map?’ They do know I was famous long before you ever were, right?” You only laughed as Roy grew more frustrated, allowing him to scroll through your Twitter account while you made the both of you some breakfast.

“Hey, maybe they have a point?” You tried to stifle your laughter, knowing Roy’s eyes would be sending daggers into your back, though only for a moment so he could continue winding himself up over the things people were tweeting. “I mean Richmond tickets have now sold out for the rest of the season.”

Roy knew you were only joking. Well, kind of. The two of you had been together for just over a year now, recently celebrating your one year anniversary, but besides the odd article about each of you potentially seeing someone, no one knew you were together - let alone that you even knew each other. Keeley had been blowing up Roy’s phone since she saw the comment demanding to meet you, her favourite superstar, and you’d woken up to 37 missed calls from your dad, furious you hadn’t told him you were dating Chelsea legend Roy Kent.

Above everything, you’re still in disbelief Roy tried to hard launch your relationship in the comment section if your most recent instagram post on a random Tuesday evening.

“Hmm, and I’m sure your next tour is going to sell out 10 times faster now the world knows you’re with the great Roy Kent.” Roy had given up on reading tweets speculating about what his comment meant and if the two of you were together, instead choosing to press his bare chest agains your back, wrapping his arms around you from behind as you finished up breakfast. Fortunately you knew, Roy Kent or not, your next tour was going to sellout. Though you’d rather have Roy be by your side for it.

“Maybe if I’m lucky.” Putting down your fork, you turned in Roy’s hold to face him, standing on the very tips of your toes to press a lovingly slow kiss to his lips. Since dating Roy, you were certain early mornings were for breakfasts that take too long to cook and kisses that end too soon for your liking. Roy’s grip on you tightened and he dipped his head slightly, making the kiss as easy on you as possible. When you began to pull away, he only ducked his head further to press his lips back against yours. “Mmm, although I’d already consider myself very lucky.”

“That you are.” Roy murmured against your lips, immediately pressing them flush against yours when he’d said his piece. “And so am I.”

an: okay short and sweet but I’m hoping to get back in to writing and get up to date with my requests now that I’m settled at uni and with my new job. Missed you guys hope you all are well <33

[fandomgirlz01]

Somewhere Out There 

Paul {TLB} X Reader

Imagine on fandom instagram?: No

Prompt or Request or Requested Prompt?: No

Style of Writing: Stand Alone Fic (has potential for more in the future though... 😉)

Rating: R for some mature themes such as smoking as well you know the description of a vampire losing it and going absolutely raving mad, like so mad all he sees is red 😉

Edited: Yes

Word count: 4,867

Post Date & Time: November 1st 2024 at 12:16AM

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Masterlist

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Summary: Ever since all the vampires have known they and humans alike have a soulmate. The only member of the lost boys who hasn’t found his other half is Paul, but what happens when he does actually find them? 

PSA from Faith: This is the first time I am writing for a character from The Lost Boys. I just love both Paul and David as well as Dwayne and Marko. Yet I also love Mike so you might see more of this fandom down the line… maybe. I have loved some of the works that I have read for this fandom, however I did notice there’s not very many where it’s not just centered on one of the boys specifically so I thought I’d give them (especially my favorites) a little attention. I did try to keep some canon and I also went non canon so before any of you guys come at me for it not being all accurate, this is just how I foresaw the boys okay? By the way you do NOT need to have seen the movie to read this fic. Yes it’s based off of the characters, but it will be spoiler free if you choose to watch the movie that is completely up to you guys. That being said I have NEVER written a soulmate AU before so if this isn’t 100% right, I’m sorry, but again this is just how I wanted to depict it all and I just really wanted to try something newish. Thank you and please enjoy the story! 

Song that goes with fic:

Many say Santa Carla has its deep dark secrets hidden away in the shadows, and only some know what those secrets are. Just like every night the boardwalk is lit up; couples walk under the moonlight none the wiser to what lurks in the night, others play games and go into the stores or on rides. Shouts of cheer and fright are all surrounding while the vampires make their usual meander all over the boardwalk, senses sharp yet vigilant as they look for anything they can do for a bit of amusement or maybe even find some dinner. 

Tonight, however, David notices that Paul seems to wander back behind them, seemingly feeling down which is unusual for the other blond vampire. Paul kicks at the dirt as he finds himself locked in his thoughts once more, thinking about her and what she might just be like. David laughs at something Marko said before telling the baby of the group (a nickname given to him by all the boys because that’s just what Marko is, the baby who everyone wants to protect, the happy-go-lucky spirit of the group and most innocent looking one) to keep going and he’ll catch up to him soon. Marko agrees before skipping off to walk and talk with Dwayne. David watches his brothers for a moment before turning around. He comes up beside Paul and pats him on the back, knowing just what Paul is thinking about. 

Ever since the vampires knew they each had a soulmate, all that mattered was when they’d find each other. The only one of the group who hadn’t found his soulmate yet was Paul, and sometimes he’d get discouraged when thinking of it all. When he did, he’d leave the mind link so his brothers didn’t have to hear his incessant inner thoughts, but David knew. He always knows. 

“You’ll find her, Paul. I know you will. It’s only a matter of time,” David tells his brother as he pulls him into his side. 

“Yeah, but it’s been so long, David. You’ve all found yours. What if I’m not meant to have one?” Paul asks, discouraged once more and David holds back the sigh he wants to let out at having had this conversation a million times before. 

“Listen, Paul. I know it feels that way. I used to feel that way before I met Nyra, Dwayne felt that way before meeting Amalie, and Marko felt that way before meeting sweet Charlotte. We’ve all felt that way at one point or another. It’ll pass,” David promises as he squeezes his brother’s shoulder. 

“I don’t know, David. It’s been a lot longer for me…” Paul again denies and David clicks his tongue to the roof of his mouth. 

“Well, you still have that song title written on your wrist, don’t you?” David asks.

“And you still see all colors, right?” Marko asks as he pops up behind the two, always the one to pop up at random times. 

“Yeah. I still have both…” Paul mutters as he holds up his wrist, showing the song title Somewhere Out There, a song by Linda Ronstadt and James Ingram that he knows well. 

“See, if you didn’t see color anymore or the song had faded, that’d mean she was dead. The fact you have both is a good thing,” Marko cheerily adds on, slapping him softly on the back and Paul only sighs. 

“What if she doesn’t have it? I mean, I’m dead myself,” Paul adds on and David shakes his head, laughing. 

“I’ve told you, Paul. I was dead and I still had it all, still do,” David informs him as he thinks of his Nyra and Marko hums in agreement. 

“And technically you're not dead, you're undead! Huge difference, buddy,” Marko very pointedly yet happily adds.

“I don’t think being a vampire changes the soulmate laws. I think you’d have to be dead dead, like in the ground dead for that,” Dwayne adds with a shrug as he now jumps in to help comfort his brother. 

Nobody really knows all the details about soulmates and the way it works. For centuries, they’ve all just known that it’s a powerful thing that only comes from the universe. People have done studies, but even then they’ve only learned the basics, so people and vampires just go with it, continuously being pulled together. 

“Who knows! Maybe you’ll find her tonight!” Marko again happily adds on, not knowing how right he might just be. 

“Yeah… maybe…” Paul sighs out, choosing to just agree with them to change the subject. 

Each of them always found their other half and David was sure it’d happen for Paul at some point if not sooner than later. Turns out David, Marko and Dwayne were right because as the night went on, they continued to goof off on the boardwalk for a few more hours before suddenly Paul felt different. He couldn’t put a finger on why he felt lighter all of a sudden. He thought for a moment maybe it was the new strain they’d all smoked before the night started, it felt like being high, but at the same time it didn’t feel like the high he was used to. 

“Do you guys smell that amazing smell?” he asks, perking up as they ride on the carousel again for the millionth time. 

“No. What is it, Paul?” David asks, concern written all over his face until he realizes what’s going on. 

“It smells sweet and fresh. Like… like…” Paul struggles to describe the smell that just hit him. 

“Like vanilla and cinnamon mixed together. Like… home…” Paul finally mutters as his confusion grows more and more. 

“Paul. Follow the scent. Let your nose guide you,” David commands his brother with a growing smile that he shares with the other boys, who catch onto what’s going on. 

“What? Me? Why? I suck at catching dinner,” Paul asks, knowing he definitely isn’t the best hunter of the group. More often than not, somehow Paul would lose his prey and Marko is the first to snicker. 

“That isn’t dinner you're smelling, Paulie my boy,” David tells him, his own grin growing in happiness for his brother. 

“What is it then?” Paul asks, confused and Marko face palms. 

“Dude. Just follow it and maybe find out!” Marko shouts as he pulls his hand away from his face and Paul shrugs. 

“Okay. What could it hurt?” he asks nobody in particular before doing just as his brothers had said. 

He follows the scent, electricity seeming to flow through him, making his toes and fingers tingle the more he moves toward it. The scent grows more and more intoxicating, making him feel more primal than ever before. The sweet smell only calls to him like a siren's call, making his whole body seem to light up. 

He continues to follow it, his brothers all flanking him, egging him to keep following it as they protect him while he’s in his unusual focus. The closer he gets to the alluring scent, the thicker it gets in the air. His blood boils though his veins which if he was not so focused, he would have thought that was weird for a vampire, but he could care less at the moment. He continues to follow the scent like he’s a compass needle, looking for its true north until he comes to a stop in front of the music store. He stands there frozen as he looks on at one of the workers, a girl at the counter talking with a customer as she rings them up. 

“Welp, Paul, my boy. I’d say you just found yourself your soulmate,” David happily comments as they all watch you from the large opening in the side of the building. 

Paul doesn’t answer as he watches you in awe and without knowing it, Paul’s ears activate his vampire hearing so he can hear you. He smiles to himself as the first thing he hears is the music you have playing on the boom box behind you: Somewhere Out There. Then he’s smiling wider as he overhears your conversation, your voice a brand new melody he never wants to forget. 

“That’ll be eight dollars, buddy,” you tell the kid who reaches into his pocket. 

“Oh. Linda Ronstadt. I love her work,” the kid tells you as he hands you the money and you smile warmly at him. 

“I love her too, but this is my favorite song. You wanna know why?” You ask the kid, putting the ten dollars he gave you into the register and without a doubt Paul knows exactly what you’re gonna say. 

“It’s mine and my soulmate's song, see,” you happily tell the kid after he nods and you hold out your wrist. 

“Wow! You and your soulmate must really be meant for one another then,” the kid tells you and you grin even more as you go back to getting his change. 

“Here's your two dollars back. Have fun listening to that tape,” you tell him as you reach out and hand him his money. 

Meanwhile, Paul still stands frozen, just staring at you in awe. His brothers all stand around him, smirking as they watch the lovesick look that he’s had to watch on all their faces wash over his own face now. 

“Well, aren’t you going to go over and say hi…?” Marko asks, nudging Paul a little bit, but again Paul doesn’t speak back, so entranced with watching you. 

You watch the little boy leave until he walks around the corner and then feel someone’s eyes on you, so you look around until your eyes land on Paul. The two of you make eye contact and stare at one another for a few minutes before he seemingly snaps out of the moment and walks away looking sad. You don’t know why (well actually that’s a lie, you have an inkling as to why, but you shrug it off) but you feel sad that he seems sad and wish you could just give him a hug. With a shake of your head, you decide to leave it be seeing as he was with a group of what seemed to be friends that could comfort him and just go back to work. 

“Paul?” David asks as Paul starts to hastily walk away, moving faster and faster by the minute, heading for his bike and his brothers follow after him in confusion. 

“Paul? What’s wrong? That’s your soulmate, buddy. You gotta go say hi!” Marko tries but Paul shakes his head, seemingly angry now. 

“No, I don’t,” he almost practically seeths out before kicking his kick stand up and starting his bike up. 

The three brothers watch on in confusion as he rides off and once he’s gone, Marko turns to David. David stands there with arms crossed, trying to figure out what would have spooked him. 

“You’d think he would have been happy. He’s been waiting for this moment for centuries…” Marko comments in utter disbelief and confusion. 

“You would think so,” Dwayne comments next, breaking David out of his thoughts. 

“Let’s go find him,” David commands before getting onto his bike with the others following suit and getting onto their own bikes. 

Together they all ride out to the cliff side where they know Paul goes when he wants some peace and quiet. Sure enough, they find him there sitting on his bike and smoking another rolled cigarette with his head low. 

“Paul?” David asks in an attentive tone, which is unusual for the vampire who’s normally commanding and stern.

No matter how cold, commanding and stern as he can seem or be, he still cares for his brothers, all three of them. David, Marko and Dwayne slowly get closer to him, if anyone was watching them right now, they would be surprised to see vampires of all creatures being soft on one another, but again Paul is their brother. They found each other and became family and as David likes to say, family comes first. 

“Paul, what’s wrong?” Marko softly asks again out of character.

“What’s wrong? Ha! What’s wrong?!” Paul retorts in what sounds like disbelief, rolling his eyes at the question. 

“She’s human! I can’t go near her. I’ll hurt her and I could never ask her to become one of us and… and…” Paul trails off, taking a gulp as he now tries to hold his tears back. 

“It’d ruin her beauty, man…” Paul sadly mutters, shaking his head in anger. 

“And to ask her to give up her life. Just to be with me. I can’t… I won’t…” Paul chokes on his words before lowering his head, refusing to look at his brothers. 

“Paul. How do you know that isn’t what she’d want? You gotta at least try to fight for her,” Marko comments with a frown, sad for his brother. 

“I don’t care if that’s what she’d want, Marko! She’s my soulmate! It’s my job to protect her! How do I do that the way I am?! Huh?!” he shouts in his brother's face, anger running through him as he heaves while Marko takes a step back. 

“How do I protect her from myself, huh, Marko?? Tell me that one,” he continues to let his anger take over before he sighs, turning around. 

“But if you love her that much already, then you couldn’t hurt her. You’re only hurting yourself by not reaching out to her,” Marko continues to try and convince Paul, who scoffs again, shaking his head as he flicks his joint away. 

“No. I’m protecting her. My pain is a small price compared to if she were to be hurt,” Paul mutters softly before he shrugs halfheartedly. 

“I’ll meet you guys back home at the cave,” Paul softly promises before kicking his kick stand up and starting the bike back up. 

“Dude needs to calm the heck down,” Marko comments as they all watch him drive away. 

“He’s just blinded by the shock of her being human. He’ll come around eventually. Paul always does, he likes to stew in his thoughts, ya know,” Dwayne comments back and Marko laughs in agreement. 

“Yeah. For being the wild carefree guy he is, he definitely is too broody sometimes. And people say you're the broody one,” Marko adds on with a roll of his eyes and Dwayne nods in agreement, chuckling along. 

“Hey. I’m most definitely the broody one. Paul is the crackhead. He smokes more than any of us…” Dwayne practically complains, making Marko laugh some more. 

“Awe, jealous that your place will be taken?” Marko taunts and Dwayne crosses his arms across his chest. 

“At least I don’t get called the baby…” Dwayne argues back with a smirk when Marko shyly grins, proving his point. 

“I actually don’t mind it…” Marko replies with a shrug and Dwayne shakes his head at him. 

“Of course you don’t,” Dwayne chuckles out and David reaches up to grab onto both of their shoulders, giving a light squeeze. 

“Okay. Okay. That’s enough, you two. Come on,  We’ll just leave him be for now. He’ll reach out though the link should he need us. For now, let’s go find dinner for ourselves,” David commands with a roll of his eyes at their play fighting. He still worries for Paul, but he knows he just needs time to come to terms with everything. 

“You got it, big D,” Marko jokes and Dwayne holds back the laugh he wants to let out at David’s annoyed look. 

This is how it always was with the brothers. Dwayne is definitely more silent and broody when others are around and Marko is the innocent curious one. David is leader and commander while Paul is the crackhead that will jump to do anything, yet Paul has always been the most in touch with his emotions, hence why he smokes. 

Meanwhile, as his brothers go on the hunt for dinner, Paul finds himself back at the boardwalk and sits on the beach, just watching the waves. He can still smell that intoxicating scent that he now knows is all you, so very strong that it makes him want more and more of it. He keeps his eyes closed, listening to you talk to all kinds of different customers that come and go. Soon before he knows it, you're closing up shop, saying goodbye to your coworker that stands with you as you pull down the door and lock it up tight. It’s only then he realizes all the loudness and craziness that normally surrounds the boardwalk is now quiet. 

He watches as you turn and you pull your headphones that had been resting around your neck up to your ears. He then starts to follow you, but stays in the shadows just watching over you. At first you look around like you're weary of something or someone being around, but you shrug nonchalantly and continue to walk. He watches over you with pure adoration rolling off of him, yet he also stays vigilant in case someone or something were to harm you. However if anyone saw the way he follows you, they’d probably say he follows like a lost puppy.

Finally after a long walk down the beach, you walk up the stairs to a door and open it before heading inside which makes him realize it’s probably your home. He stays for a while, just sitting on the bottom step, not fully ready to leave you just yet. Eventually the sun starts to rise, so he reluctantly leaves you safe in your apartment and heads home back to the cave. When he walks in, it’s only then he realizes he hadn’t eaten, so taken with making sure you were safe to even really care. He walks further in and finds David sitting in his wheelchair he loves so much. 

“Did you eat, Paul?” David asks with a raised eyebrow and Paul shakes his head. 

“I, uh… forgot…” he mutters, thinking David would be mad, but he’s surprised when David just smiles. 

“It’s okay. We saved you some. Did you figure out what you want to do?” David asks and Paul sighs once more. 

“I’m going to leave her be. That’s it,” Paul tells him and David sighs, sitting forward. 

“Paul. The universe will never let you stay away from her. You might be able to resist for a while, but eventually something will pull the two of you together,” David tells him in a pointed tone. He tries to be soft on him even though he wants to just command him to go talk to her or have max sire him to do it, but David won’t do that, he knows Paul has to choose to go to her himself. 

“It’s whatever, David. I’m going to eat and go to sleep,” Paul responds, shrugging before disappearing toward where they store their food sometimes. 

David frowns as he watches his brother disappear before sighing and shaking his head. David stands slowly from the chair before going and joining Dwayne and Marko as well as all their soulmates in sleeping from the rafter, knowing Paul will join once he’s finished eating. 

Three months have gone by now and every night, David seems to notice that at a certain point in the night Paul will just simply disappear. Where Paul disappears to, David thinks he knows, but he doesn’t want to try and interfere and so he lets him do his thing. 

Once again Paul sits in the sand, watching the waves and just listens to you the whole night. He’d come to realize that your voice is more calming to him then even a joint could be, so he just sits there and listens. Like every night since that first night he’d sat there listening to you and enjoying a peace he never knew he needed until you close up shop. Without fail every single night for the past three months, he waits until you have your headphones on and then he stays in the shadows as he follows you home, just wanting you safe. However, tonight something feels off and Paul just can’t figure it out. 

He’s been trying to figure out why your scent that’s so alluring to him seems off, but he can’t place why. He’s in such deep thought about it that he doesn’t clock the two surfer nazi’s creeping up from the other side. It’s when the one guy grabs you and pulls you into the dark under the boardwalk that Paul is alerted. He quickly follows after and finds one of the surfer nazi’s holding you struggling against the cement wall while the other one seemingly watches. 

“I told you earlier I’d find you and we’d have some fun,” the surfer nazi holding you growls as you continue to squirm and fight him. 

“And I said I didn’t want to. I do have a soulmate, ya know?!” You shout out and for a minuscule minute Paul stops to wonder if you’ve known he’s been around, but he shakes his head clear. 

“And I said I don’t care. Now stay still,” the surfer nazi commands out though a growl and when you don’t do as he says, he reaches up to smack you, fear falling over your face. 

Paul, however, feels his veins boil and an anger he’s never ever felt before washes over him. All he sees is red as he transforms into his vampire self and pulls the first guy off to the side, snapping his neck in the process before pulling the second guy off of you. You watch on as he pulls the guy away and punches him down before crouching over him. He bares his fangs before sinking his teeth into the guy's throat and ripping at it. When he’s satisfied that the guy is good and gone, he stands, heaving for breath, blood all over his face. Suddenly though, like breaking through a fog, his anger dissipates and he turns to look at you. 

You sit there against the sand, staring at the scene in front of you and he immediately rushes over. He crouches down next to you, shielding your view of the carnage behind him. 

“Hey. You okay?” he asks softly and all you do is nod as you stare at him with wide eyes, making him think you're scared when you're more in awe. 

“I’m sorry if I scared you at all, but I promise I am of no threat to you,” he quickly informs you, hoping it’ll help calm your fear, but he’s shocked when you softly smile at him. 

“I’m not scared of you, far from it actually…” you pause, trailing off to bite at your lip. 

“I was actually wondering when you’d come out of the shadows and talk to me,” you shyly admit, a blush on your cheeks now and a warm fuzzy feeling takes over Paul’s stomach. 

“It, uh, it was about time…” he admits almost shyly himself even though he’s shocked that you knew he'd been there all along. 

“I take it, you know who I am then?” he asks and you grin, nodding. 

“You’re that cute guy I saw a few months back standing on the beach,” you tell him, not quite sure if he knows about the two of you being soulmates or not. 

“I’m uh, y/n. Thank you for saving me…” you shyly continue and he shakes his head. 

“I’m Paul, and there’s really no reason to thank me,” he responds with a shrug as he gives you his name in return. 

“Hello, Paul, it’s very nice to meet you,” you joke with him and he chuckles, not being able to help but just adore you. 

“Here. I’ll walk you home,” he starts as he stands before holding a hand out for you. 

“So basically what you’ve been doing for the last three months, only I can actually talk with you now?” You jokingly ask in faux shock and he playfully yet bashfully rolls his eyes. 

“I had my reasons-” he shrugs before you place your hand in his and his sentence gets cut off with a halted breath as the two of you stand. 

He’s stunned by just how easily your hand fits in his like a puzzle piece and how warm you are. You look up at him, making real eye contact for the first time and as he looks into your eyes, his whole center seems to shift once more as an all consuming love for you just flows through him. 

“Are you okay, Paul?” You ask as you reach up and rub his cheek, trying to get some of the blood off, shocking him even more. 

“No. Yeah, I’m okay,” he tells you although he so badly wants to kiss you, but before he can he’s shaking his head as if to rid himself of the thought. 

“Come on. Let’s get you safe at home,” he fully breaks the tension now, ruining the moment and you frown before nodding as the two of you start to walk. 

Hey, boys. There’s food on the beach if you want it. He reaches out to his brothers though the mind link they share before you nudge him as the two of you walk. 

“So are you the only one I’m safe with? Or is your whole group supposed to like, protect me now?” You joke, but Paul can tell it’s a serious question that you want answered. 

“Nah… No vampire will hurt you. Not with me around now. Definitely not from my pack anyway. You’ve kinda already been adopted into the family,” he informs you and you give him a confused look like you're not fully getting it. 

“You’re part of this family whether you decide to change or not…” he tells you while trying to hide the fact he knows your soulmates. 

“Why?” You ask, egging him on hoping he’ll say it first and he pauses for a moment, trying to decide if he wants to tell you or not. 

“Well umm… because you're my soulmate,” he shyly admits, he’d probably start blushing if vampires could and you let out a giggle, making him look at you in shock. 

“Oh, my sweet Paul. I knew… you really thought I wouldn’t know? Especially when you’ve been following me home every night like a lost puppy. I knew it the moment our eyes first met,” you pointedly tell him with a proud smile.

“Why didn’t you say anything to me then?” he asks and you pause to purse your lips. 

“Well you walked away looking rather sad and I just wanted to give you a hug, but your friends-” 

“Brothers,” he corrects you and you smile softly at him. 

“You were with your brothers,” you amend your first words with a shrug before going on. 

“I assumed you just were shocked by finding me and you’d come talk to me eventually but you never did. I assumed you just didn’t know how to approach me,” you explain to him as you show him your wrist proudly with the words he knows so well written in matching ink: Somewhere Out There. 

“No. I wanted to. Believe me, I did so badly, but my fears of what I am got in the way of it all. I’m sorry,” he explains before looking away in shame. 

“It’s okay. We all let the fear get the best of us sometimes, but I’m glad we’ve finally actually met,” you tell him as you stop in place to turn to him and reach up to touch his cheek, not really caring about the blood. 

“Even with the circumstances of how we met?” he asks you with a raised eyebrow and you let out a giggle that sounds heavenly to his ears. 

“Yes. Even with the circumstances of it all,” you tell him and he shakes his head at you in disbelief before grinning at you. 

“Yeah. Again I’m sorry. I just wanted to protect you, even from myself,” he says and he grimaces at himself after saying it. 

“Paul. It’s really okay. I’m just glad we're together now. We are, right?” You ask, scared he’ll leave you at your apartment and never come back. 

“Babe, I couldn’t leave now even if I tried,” he charmingly tells you with a grin taking over his face. 

“Good, because I wouldn’t want you to,” you grin now too, happy to be on the same page. 

That's how the night ends, with you and Paul now walking hand in hand in the moonlight. Paul can’t help but to think just how right his brothers had been, if only he’d talked to you that very first night this could have been the two of you every night for the last three months. But Paul refuses to think any further about it and can’t help but smile the whole way as he walks you to your apartment. He leaves you there knowing you’ll be safe, promising to see you tomorrow night and together you both know this is the start to an even more beautiful story for the two of you to tell in the future. 

The End...

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[iwas-princess]

You ABSOLUTELY should write about atsumu's boobs!!! 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

writing abt them again bc they’re j so great

miya atsumu • not at the dinner table

“if i’d known how much ‘ya’d love my tits, i woulda upped my weights a long time ago, sugar.”

your cheeks heated as you blushed at him, slightly flustered that he’d bring up such a topic while eating.

well, to be fair, you were also burning holes into them at the dinner table and practically drooling on your plate. it was only a matter of time before he would say anything.

you nudged a green bean with your fork, rolling it around your half empty plate. your eyes flicked down to the discarded vegetable, avoiding getting caught looking for too long in fear of his growing ego.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about, ‘tsumu.” you lied, your voice wavering slightly in hesitation.

he scoffed, lightheartedly but taken aback by your lie. his own eyes dropped down, but instead of staring at his own plate, he mirrored your previous actions by admiring the cleavage of your tank top.

“not that i blame ‘ya for staring, i can hardly keep my own eyes away from yer tits too.” he mumbled, ignoring your previous attempt at fibbing.

you swallowed thickly at your boyfriend’s flirtatious comment, suddenly finding it hard to sit still as you began to rub your thighs together mindlessly.

he quieted, his gaze locked on your supple breasts spilling over the lowly cut fabric and giving him an eyeful. he silently thanked himself for choosing to lounge in nothing but sweatpants today or else the topic of breasts might have not been excusable at the table, if it wasn’t for your wondering eyes continuously checking out atsumu’s bare chest.

“can i, maybe, touch them after?” you mumbled, your voice shy and unsteady.

his ears perked up at your sheepish behavior, watching you in amusement as you fidgeted with your food nervously.

he always admired how shy you got when it came to sexual related questions, acting as if you being the filthiest slut he’s ever fucked wasn’t reality. as if you weren’t begging him last night to fill you up with his cum. or as if slobber wasn’t dripping down your chin and coating his heavy balls as you took all of him down you greedy throat yesterday morning.

he found it impossible for him to go one day without burying himself inside of you at least once, the sight of someone so sweet having the filthiest desires keeping his sex drive at all time high.

he never in a million years expected his precious babygirl to be so desperate over a pair of enlarged muscles, especially on his chest. atsumu was always big, but fuck, ever since he increased his weight training he’s been insatiable.

beforehand, you and atsumu would fuck each other five days a week, regulating a healthy sex life that kept the both of you more than satisfied with your busy work schedules. but, ever since you discovered this new kink of yours, it’s been impossible to keep your hands and mouth to yourself.

something about the way his hardened nipple felt in your mouth with your cheek pressed comfortably against his plump breast as you contently suckled, made your brain short circuit. the sensation was so serene yet incredibly sexy, and also deeply addictive— to both parties.

because even though your cocky boyfriend likes to let you believe that he only ever indulges in this kink of yours for your pleasure, he secretly enjoys if just as much as you do.

your mouth had always drove him mad, either it be wrapped around his cock or pressed against his lips, atsumu had always daydreamed about the wicked things that your filthy mouth could do for him. now, it’s even worse. watching your lashes flutter shut as you relaxed against the cushiony flesh, your lips wrapped tightly around his blush nipple and lazily suckling as you both winded down for the evening, was always the main thought that occupied his horny brain as he worked out every morning. the amount of times that he accidentally caused himself to pop an unwanted boner was beyond recording at the point.

“ya’d love that, wouldn’t ‘ya, princess?” he teased.

of course he was going to let you suckle on them later, it was his new favorite passtime. but, poking some fun at you beforehand can’t cause any harm.

your breathing caught in your throat, long lashes kissing the tops of your cheeks as you fluttered your eyes closed in longing.

atsumu’s teasing never failed to rile you up, no matter how vulgar he could be. in fact, you’ve found that the meaner, the better. he always repays you with soft aftercare anyway to heal any possible mental wounds that his words may have caused.

he chuckled at your reaction.

“are ‘ya going to ask correctly, princess?”

you gathered yourself rather quickly, knowing well enough that if you don’t give him a direct answer quickly, you would have to opt for another form of pleasure.

“pl-please, ‘tsumu. let me suck on your tits tonight, i’ll be a good girl.” you embarrassedly pleaded, your ears and neck turning red with humiliation.

the tint of your flushed skin caused a spark of corruption to jolt through atsumu’s cock, the electric feeling causing the organ to twitch in his sweatpants. he spread his legs farther under the glass table, attempting to make himself comfortable with a massive hard on.

“can’t really deny ‘ya when ask so pretty like that, now can i?”

[fortheloveofwonderland]

Somewhere to Belong | 2/3 | S.R

Part 2 of my Family Challenge Fic.

Part 1 | Part 3

Summery - Spencer moves into his new home and his friends express their concerns. His adoption process hits wall after wall and each time you’re the one he turns to.

Pairing - Spencer Reid x BAU Fem! Reader

Warnings - talk of break ups, arguing, tears, swearing, mentions of Spencer’s childhood, drinking, drunk Spencer, talk of potential relapse, crying child, NA meetings.

WC - 7.9k

Part 2

It took until the end of April, around the time flowers started to rebloom and the grass turned a lush shade of green, when he finally got the keys to his new home. 

It felt fitting, the way the world was regrowing, starting a new beginning just as he was. 

He’d taken the first offer that came on his apartment, not caring that it was less than he would have liked for it. He had enough money saved from over the years that he could cover the difference needed. Time was of the essence, he couldn’t wait around. 

The team, now all apprised of his adoption intentions, helped him move on a rare weekend they had off from the BAU. Well all of them except for you anyway. 

Luke and Matt did most of the heavy lifting, much to Spencer’s elation as honestly he had no idea how he’d planned on doing it himself. 

Rossi, Emily and Tara helped fix together furniture while he and JJ started on painting the room that would hopefully one day belong to Wren. 

It broke her heart a little as she aided him in filling the little bookshelf with all the girls favourite titles and putting stuffed animals on another shelf all of which he’d brought for her. 

Because what happened if Wren didn’t come home to him? What on Earth would be left of her best friend if he wasn’t able to adopt her? 

He’d spent nearly all his savings on this house and furnishing it, even stencilling Wren’s name above the bed. She knew there would be no coming back for him if this didn’t work out. She would help in any way she could but she wished he was erring on the side of caution more. 

After hours spent getting Spencer’s new home in order, Rossi cooked them all carbonara alla Rossi which they all sat down to eat as a family. 

Minus you. 

And your absence was brought up about halfway through dinner. 

“I have to ask,” it was Tara who finally dared broach the subject that was on the tip of everyone’s tongues. “Y/N was really cagey when we told her about today. She said she had plans but wouldn’t say what they were.” 

“Did something happen between the two of you?” JJ added over her glass of wine. 

Honestly Spencer didn’t really see the point in lying about it. Whatever happened between the two of you was over now so he supposed it didn’t matter if the team knew. 

He put his cutlery down, leaning it on the edges of his plate and taking a sip of water. He leant on the table and cleared his throat. 

“Uh well…we were dating.” He shrugged. “For a few months. But it’s over now.” 

The members of his former team all exchanged looks, silently questioning each other to see if anyone had any idea. It seemed none of them did. 

“Wow, I’m kinda impressed you managed to keep that from us.” Emily chuckled dryly. 

“Me too.” Spencer replied. 

“What happened?” Matt asked the million dollar question. 

Again, Spencer didn’t see the point in lying. It wasn’t as though there were two sides to this story, it was cut and dry; about as straightforward as it could be. 

“I wanted a family. She wasn’t ready. I guess that’s on me for choosing to date someone so much younger than me.” He shrugged again, trying to act as if he didn’t care. 

“So you broke up because of Wren?” JJ asked him softly. 

“Yes and no. I’d already mentioned having a family before Wren came into the picture and she freaked out. And then Wren came along and I realised it was perfect timing. But uh, I guess my decision to adopt her didn’t exactly help matters.” He picked his knife and fork back up, hoping if he resumed eating they would understand he didn’t want to talk about this. 

“You’re sure about this right, Reid?” Luke dared to ask. 

Spencer huffed and dropped his cutlery again, letting them angrily clang against the China plate. 

“Am I sure about what, Alvez?” He shot Luke a look across the table none of the team had ever seen on Spencer before. “About my break up or about adopting Wren?” 

Luke shrunk in on himself a little, Spencer’s gaze heavily upon him. He’d hoped maybe someone else would jump to his rescue but no one did. 

Cowards.

“Any of it.” Luke’s voice cracked as he spoke. “We’re your friends and we want you to be happy, but I think I speak for everyone when I say this is all happening so fast.” 

Spencer’s nostrils flared. His jaw tightened. One by one he looked at the former members of his team under a steely gaze. 

“Does he speak for all of you?” Spencer spat. “Someone please speak up. If you all think I’m making such a huge mistake, please-”

“No one said it was a mistake, boy wonder, chill.” Garcia piped up, cutting Spencer off. “But Newbie is right, it’s so fast. Have you really stopped and taken a breath to think about it?”

“You’ve decorated her room, Spence and you don’t even know that you’ll get granted parental rights. What happens if you don’t? It’s going to crush you.” JJ added, her tone sombre. 

“And if you do manage to get through the adoption process, you’ll have a five year old girl to take care of. A five year old girl who lost her parents in the most horrific way possible.” Tara chimed in, tone equally as morose and JJ’s. 

“And you’ll be doing it alone. On top of a full time job at the university.” It was Rossi’s turn to speak. 

“We’ll support you whatever you do, Reid. We’re just worried that this is some kind of…a, uh…” Emily trailed off, looking at the others for help with finishing her sentence. 

But Spencer knew exactly what she wanted to say. 

He slammed his hands on the table and pushed his seat back, the wooden chair legs scraping against the tiled floor aggressively. 

“Just say it,” he growled, with a shake of his head. “You’re worried I’m having a mid life crisis, right?” 

He got to his feet and glared down at his so-called friends in disdain. 

“No one said it was a mid life crisis, kid.” Rossi sighed as though Spencer was some kind of nuisance child. 

“You didn’t need to say it. You’re all thinking it.” He grunted. 

“Spence,” Emily looked sadly at him. “We’re just worried about you.”

“I don’t need you to be worried about me, I am perfectly fine. Why is it such a big deal that I’m doing this? You know I’ve always wanted kids.” 

“Not like this though.” JJ rolled her lip between her teeth. “I have absolutely no doubt you will be a good father, someday. This…it doesn’t seem right.” 

“Thank you all for coming,” Spencer forced his anger down before he said something he would regret. “But I’d like you all to leave now.” 

He turned his back on them, the way they had all metaphorically turned their backs on him, and stormed to the kitchen. 

The rest of them silently decided among themselves who would be the one to go after him. Usually the job would fall to JJ but she knew Spencer was too angry with her right now. 

Eventually Penelope exhaled and pushed her chair gently back before getting to her feet. She didn’t look at the others as she left, tottering on her too high heels as she followed in Spencer’s wake. 

He heard the door swing open, heard her heels on the floor so he knew it was her. He gripped the counter top, his back to her. 

“Please don’t try to make it better, Garcia.” He spoke without turning. 

He heard her come closer and then there was a warm hand on his shoulder, turning him around. When she saw his face, the tears that were now rolling down his cheeks, her own face fell. 

“Oh boy wonder,” she pouted, immediately throwing her arms around him. 

Spencer sniffed, burying his head against Garcia’s shoulder and wrapping his arms around her waist. 

“I understand what you’re all saying, trust me I get how crazy this sounds.” He whimpered a little. “But I love that little girl. And I want to be her father more than anything else in the world.”

“I know you do, Reid.” She cooed, running her hand up and down his back. “We just worry about you is all. No one is saying you shouldn’t do this, we just want to make sure you’re certain of what you’re doing.” 

“Penelope,” he raised his head so he could look her in the eyes. “I have never been more sure about a single thing in my life.” 

Garcia smiled at him softly, wiping away the tear stains on his cheeks. 

“That’s good enough for me.” She placed a gentle kiss on his forehead. “Anything you need, Spencer, just say the word. If you need any red tape cutting through, I am a master of that.”

“Thanks Garcia.” He half-smiled. “I’ll bear that in mind.” 

Garcia kindly corralled the others out of Spencer’s door and stayed to help him clean up. By the time she left he was utterly exhausted. 

He climbed the stairs, running his fingers along the bannister, feeling his way in his new home. He bypassed his own bedroom and found himself in the room he’d slaved away to make perfect for Wren. 

He collapsed on her small bed, the one with the My Little Pony bedspread, clutching one of many stuffed toys he’d brought for her. 

He closed his eyes and he nuzzled against the pillow. If he concentrated hard enough he could feel her here in this room she’d never actually stepped foot in. 

He could hear her heart warming giggle, smell her on the pillow. He could imagine her crawling under the pink pony bedspread, lying beneath a string of pumpkin fairy lights while he read to her. 

He could hear her inquisitive line of questioning every time he reached the end of a page. 

He could picture her hugging Rover tightly to her chest while her bright green eyes slowly closed. 

His tears fell from behind his closed lids. His friends were right and he hated that. 

He’d gone through all this trouble, all the time, money and effort but what if it proved fruitless? What if he never got to bring Wren home? 

What if he was doomed to live in this large house all alone for the rest of his days, pinning for the life he could have had?

***

Two days later a social worker came round to do her initial assessment of his new home. He didn’t miss the small smile that crept to her face when she saw the room he hoped to be Wren’s.

He made tea and sat down in his new living room with Jenny, Wren’s permanent social worker and tried to mentally prepare himself for another grilling. 

The application process itself had been particularly probing but he knew this would be worse. Garcia had emailed him over a list of potential questions which he’d tried to cultivate answers for ahead of time but right now everything went out of his head.

Jenny sipped her tea and retrieved a notebook and pen from her bag. 

“So, shall we?” She smiled at him but it didn’t help alleviate his nerves. 

“Sure.” He nodded, shakily smiling back. He drummed his fingers against his thighs. 

“I’d like to know what your childhood was like, if you could, Doctor Reid.” 

Fuck, what a place to start.

“Well,” he swallowed thickly. “It wasn’t exactly conventional. I’m sure you know about my mother from my application.” 

“I do.” She nodded, pen poised above the page. 

“Uh, I was pretty much responsible for myself from ten years old when my dad left. And I was also responsible for my mom. I’ve never really had anyone to depend on and on top of that I’ve had to look after a parent. I guess the parental roles got slightly tangled in my head somewhere, but I think it’s why I’m so determined to do right by Wren. She’s lost her parents and I just want her to have a family again. I want to be her family. I want to be the father I never had.” He took a big sip of tea as a way of indicating that he was finished. 

Jenny jotted down some notes before looking back at him.

“So what’s your relationship with them like now? Your parents?” 

“I’ve only ever seen my dad once since he walked out on us.” When I was accusing him of being a child molestor and a murderer. “I’m really close with my mom though. She’s in a facility in DC and I visit her once a week. She’d love Wren, I think Wren would love her too.” 

“I think you’ve already kind of covered the effect your upbringing had on you, so I’d be interested to know what a day in the life of Spencer Reid looks like.” She paused her note taking again to look at him. 

“I’m still getting used to that myself if truth be told. I left the BAU after fifteen years so I could have a job with more reliable hours for Wren. I lecture four days a week at Marlborough, I’m a criminology professor. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Friday. Thursdays are usually paperwork and grading papers but I can do that from home. 

It’s normal hours, I can be here in the morning to take Wren to school and be here to pick her up and cook her dinner. Read her bedtime stories. She likes it when we read together. She has this incredible mind, she reminds me of me when I was a kid. She’s so curious and smart. She loves to learn and I love to teach and I…I’m rambling. Sorry.” 

“It’s ok.” Jenny smiled softly. “Doctor Reid, no one is doubting the fact that you care deeply for this little girl. No one would be going through the lengths you’re going through for a flight of fancy. I’m just simply trying to ascertain the best fit for a frightened and traumatised little girl who lost everything.” 

“And I might not be the best fit.” He sniffed, eyebrows knitting together. “Because it’s just me. Because she lost not only her dad but her mom too and you think she needs two parents.” 

He was a profiler for so many years, he couldn’t just turn it off. He understood the things she wasn’t saying. 

Jenny put her pen down and leant forward in the chair. 

“I have no doubts that you love Wren, Doctor Reid.” She prefaced. “But unfortunately in these kinds of delicate situations we have to consider where the child has been. And where Wren has been was in a home with two loving parents.” 

The tears flooded to Spencer’s eyes in a flash and he fought to keep them at bay. He rolled his lip violently between his teeth to try and stop them falling. 

He tried to speak a few times but the words wouldn’t come out. He closed his eyes. Took a deep breath. 

“What are, uh, what are my chances here?” He croaked. 

“I don’t know, Doctor Reid.” Jenny sighed. “I have no doubts you would be a great fit for some child out there but maybe…maybe don’t set your sights on Wren.” 

He opened his eyes again, the tears broke free. 

“I don’t want another child. It’s not just about having some child.” He suddenly stood up. “The moment I met her I felt an intrinsic need to protect her. She is special and she is wonderful and I…I feel like her dad, don’t you understand? I love her as if she were my flesh and blood. I don’t want a child, I want Wren.” 

Jenny inhaled sharply and pushed herself to her feet, slotting her notebook back in her bag. 

“I’m not saying it won’t happen, Doctor Reid. But you need to be prepared for the fact it might not.” She shook her head sadly. “We can pick this up later in the week ok? I’ll call you.” 

Spencer couldn’t get any words out to reply. He just stood there dumbly and watched the social worker leave. 

He watched her leave him alone in this house, this fucking suburban nightmare of a house that he’d only brought for the sake of Wren.

Wren who he’d promised he would look out for, who he promised he would bring home with him. And now that could all go up in smoke. 

His tears wouldn’t cease, like a never ending waterfall flowing down his face. 

The walls of this goddamn house suddenly felt so small. This house was the last place he wanted to be right now. 

Without much thought to where he was going, he grabbed his car keys before throwing open the front door and disappearing into the balmy spring afternoon. 

***

It was late when the jet touched down and so Emily sent you all home from the air strip telling you all paperwork could wait until the morning. 

You could barely keep your eyes open as you drove home, tired down to your bones. 

When you found a body slumped on the floor using your front door to prop them up right, you could have burst out laughing because this was just perfect. 

His shirt was wrinkled and his hair hung messily in his face. As you approached, he didn’t move, not even an inch. 

You frowned as you fished your keys out of your purse, clearing your throat but he didn’t look up. His head was flopped forward to his chest, hair obscuring most of his face.

“Spencer?” You spoke his name but received no response. “Spencer?” Still nothing. 

Goddamnit. 

“Spencer!” You kicked him firmly in the hip and he wobbled a little and then you heard a sharp intake of air.

His head shot back, his eyes suddenly wide open and staring at you like you’d woken him from a deep sleep. You most likely had. 

“Y/N?” He croaked, running his hand through his hair, eyebrows knitted in confusion. “W-where am I?” 

It was then you realised his bloodshot eyes, red raw and you knew it wasn’t just from crying. 

“Spencer, are you ok?” You swallowed, feeling your hands start to shake. 

“How did I get here?” He squinted at you. 

“I have no idea.” You reached out and grabbed him by the wrist, pulling him to his feet. 

He didn’t make it easy, he was like a led weight in your arms. He stumbled once he was up, falling against your door.

Your heart thrummed against your chest.

“Spencer,” you swallowed again. “Are you…are you high?” 

He averted his gaze to the floor, a symbol of guilt you knew all too well. But then he looked back at you and sighed.

“No.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “I appreciate that’s what it must look like. I’m…drunk. Really fucking drunk. Not high. I swear.” 

Oh thank god, you allowed yourself to breathe a sigh of relief. Half a sigh anyway.  

“That’s probably not much better though right? You don’t drink.” 

“True.” He nodded. “But if I didn’t drink I might have gotten high. I don’t even know how I ended up here. Or how long I’ve been here.” 

This seemed way over your head, a job for JJ or Emily, not you. You didn’t know how to handle this, you weren’t equipped for it. 

You knew about Spencer’s history with dilaudid, he’d told you he didn’t drink on your first date when you’d asked him what wine he wanted with dinner. He proceeded to tell you he didn’t drink because of his past addiction, he didn’t want to find himself dependent on something else again. 

But here he was, drunk. Drunk and telling you he’d thought about getting high. And you had no idea what to do. 

“Come inside.” You got your door open and helped him inside as he couldn’t walk in a straight line. You guided him with an arm around his waist to the couch where he fell down like a rag doll. “Should I call JJ? Emily?”

“No, p-please don’t.” He whined, his words slurring together. 

“Spencer, I don’t know that I’m the best person to handle this. Do you need a meeting or something?” 

“I haven’t been to a m-meeting in over ten years.” He slurred again. 

You had to strain yourself to understand him, all his sentences sounding like one long word. You sat down on the coffee table in front of him and sighed. 

“Why did you drink? Why did you want to get high?” Maybe you could help if you understood why. Probably not, but it was worth a shot. 

He ran his fingers through his tangled hair, sweeping it back off of his face. It struck you then how old he suddenly looked, like he’d somehow aged thirty years since you’d last seen him. 

“I…my social worker…she thinks…” his sentence was punctuated with heaving breaths, as though trying to stop himself breaking down into tears. “I might not be able to a-adopt Wren.” 

Ah, so that’s what this was about. 

The last time you’d seen him you’d argued over this exact thing. So why of all people were you the one he’d come to? 

“I see.” You didn’t know what to say if truth be told. Thankfully he continued. 

“She grew up in a t-two person household. J-Jenny thinks it's more likely they will place her in a home with two p-parents.” It was the most coherent he’d been, which was good. But he sounded so unbelievably sad. “I get it. I do. I w-want what’s best for her…but w-what if that’s not what’s best for m-me?” 

You felt your heart ripping in two. It was painfully obvious how much this girl meant to him and you hated seeing him this way. Again you didn’t need to speak as he carried on. 

“It’s ironic, you know? The only reason I even w-want to adopt is because I can’t h-hold down a relationship, c-can’t seem to find someone to have my own family with. And now it m-might be the reason I can’t adopt.” His breathing grew really frantic and you could see the tears welling in his eyes. 

You really did hate that he was going through this. You leant forward and placed a gentle hand on his knee.

“I really wish I knew what to say.” You whispered. “I really am so sorry Spencer. I know I was less than thrilled with the idea but I can see how much she means to you.” 

“Just wanted to take my mind o-off of it.” He mumbled. “Just needed to forget. Wanted to get high, for the f-first time in years. Didn’t though. I didn’t.” 

“I know. I’m proud of you.” You gave his knee a squeeze. “But getting drunk isn’t going to help anything, you know that right?” 

“Yes.” He sniffed. “Just wanted to forget.” 

Suddenly he jerked forward, his large hands gripping the sides of your face and tugging you closer until his lips slammed against yours. 

He tasted like whisky. Whisky and tears. 

You were so gobsmacked for a moment you let him kiss you. But once your brain caught up to what was happening, you quickly pushed him away.

“What are you doing?” You frowned at him. 

His eyes widened as the realisation of his stupidity washed over him and he stumbled up to his feet. 

“Oh my god.” He shook his head frantically. “What am I doing? I’m so sorry, I should…should go…” 

His shaky legs tried to carry him to the door but you managed to jump up and grab his wrist before he could get too far. 

When he looked back at you his cheeks were bright red with his embarrassment and he struggled to look you in the eye. 

“Don’t go.” You spoke softly. “I can’t let you roam the streets in this state. Stay, you can sleep on the couch. We’ll forget that ever happened.” 

He pulled a face like he might argue with you and maybe if he hadn’t had so much to drink he may have. 

But god knows where else he could end up with the alcohol clouding his brain, he was sure he hadn’t meant to come here in the first place. 

He exhaled and nodded slowly, moving away from the door and further into your apartment. 

“I really am sorry about Wren. But it’s not over, Spencer. You have to try and stay positive. For her.” You whispered before you turned away to gather blankets for your ex’s drunken stay on your couch. 

***

In the morning you found your couch empty, blankets and pillows piled neatly at one end and a small scrap of note paper on top. 

In Spencer’s chicken scratch handwriting you read: 

Thank you for last night. I thought it best I leave before you wake up. I am absolutely mortified about my actions. I should have known better even in the state I was in. 

I’m sorry for putting you in that position and for making you feel as though you had to let me stay. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. 

I’m sorry for everything. 

Spencer. 

Everything; he was sorry for everything. 

Sorry for blurting out that he wanted a family? Sorry for reacting the way he did when you told him you weren’t ready? Sorry for calling whatever the two of you had a waste of time? Sorry for diving head first into adopting a little girl without telling you? 

You folded up the note and hid it away in your nightstand. You considered calling him but you were fairly certain he wouldn’t pick up. 

You made coffee and ate breakfast, all the while Spencer’s heartbreak over potentially losing that little girl was weighing on you. 

There had to be something you could do to help him. Anything. You would do anything for him. 

You took your coffee over to the desk and booted up your laptop. Even as your fingers were hovering over the keys, you weren’t sure why exactly you were doing this. 

Other than the fact you hated to see Spencer so sad. 

***

It was deep into the month of June when Spencer was allowed to take Wren out of the halfway home for the first time. 

Jenny accompanied them but assured him she was just here to supervise and she wouldn’t get involved. 

He’d tried to remain positive, the fact they were allowing him to still see her, to take her out of the home surely meant all was not lost? Maybe he still had a chance to be her father. 

The first place Wren wanted to go was for ice cream. He told her they could go anywhere she wanted and she wanted ice cream. 

So he took her for ice cream. 

She couldn’t decide what she wanted so he brought her seven different little cups of seven different flavours. She ate each one with a smile on her face and apparently each one was better than the last. 

Hopped up on sugar, he took her to the park. She held his hand as they walked and hers was so tiny in his. It made his heart soar, spiralling up into the atmosphere and blanketing him in a warmth he’d never felt before. 

He pushed her on the swing set while she giggled and screamed to go higher. He caught her in his arms at the bottom of the slide which she went down twenty two times. 

And each of the twenty two times he caught her, wrapping her small body in his arms, picking her up and spinning her around causing more laughter to erupt from her. And each time when he placed her back on her feet she screamed, again! 

He held her little waist while she attempted the jungle gym, not having the upper body strength to hold herself up. 

Once he settled her back on the ground and asked her what she wanted to do next. Her expressive eyes wandered the park, the little cogs in her brain turning while she tried to make a decision. 

But then something horrible happened. 

When her eyes finally landed back on Spencer, he saw the tears behind them a split second before they started falling. Her bottom lip pouted and her small frame started to shake violently. 

“Wren?” Spencer immediately knelt in front of her in the grass and placed his hands on her shoulders. 

She was vibrating, sniffing dramatically and shaking her head, curls bouncing as she did so. 

“Wren, what’s wrong?” He felt his heart shattering as he looked at her. 

“I want to go home!” She screamed, so loudly Spencer was sure he felt an ear drum burst.

Before he could reply she had pulled herself out of his grip, turned away and started running as fast as her legs would carry her. 

“I want to go home!” She screeched as she went. 

Spencer pushed himself up and suddenly Jenny was at his side. He barely registered her until she spoke. 

“What happened?” She asked almost accusingly. 

“I have no idea.” He shook his head, not taking his eyes off of Wren who was running towards the tree line at the edge of the park. “Let me go, I’ll find out what’s wrong.”

He didn’t wait for Jenny to reply before he took off running after her. Spencer had never relished running or any kind of physical exertion. In his time with the BAU he’d avoided it at all costs. 

But right now he didn’t care. He would run to the ends of the Earth if he had to just to find Wren. Thankfully he didn’t have to. 

He found the small raven haired girl collapsed at the trunk of a large tree, legs drawn up to her chest and she sobbed into the fabric of her cream coloured leggings. 

Her cries were so loud, so gut wrenching that he could have burst into tears just from the sound. She looked utterly helpless and Spencer wanted to wrap her in his arms and shield her from all the bad in the world. 

But he wasn’t so sure that’s what she wanted. 

He approached her with caution, not wanting to startle her. When he reached her, he dropped to the grass in front of her on his knees. Slowly he reached out and brushed her tangled curls behind her ear. 

“Pumpkin, what’s wrong?” He whispered soothingly, hooking his finger under her chin and raising her head so he could look at her. 

Those electrifying green eyes were made almost blindingly bright by her tears. 

“The lady,” she sniffed, lips still pouted. “The lady by the swing set. She looked like my mommy.” 

Fuck. 

He felt a lump form in his throat. Sometimes she was so happy and upbeat it was easy for him to forget what had happened to her parents. She was so brave, so strong, but he couldn’t imagine the kind of inner turmoil she battled with everyday. 

“Oh, Wren. I’m so sorry.” He started to brush away her tears but she surprised him when she huffed and shoved his hand off of her face. 

“Stop it.” She frowned at him. “I want to go home!” 

“Wren,” he tried to ignore the pain of having her push him away. “We’ve talked about this. You said you understood that you couldn’t go home.” 

“I don’t care!” She yelled, slamming her little fists in the dirt. “I want to go home! I want my mommy and daddy!”

Spencer felt a presence somewhere behind them, he knew it was Jenny. He hoped she’d let him handle this. 

“Wren, I know this must be hard for you…” he trailed off when the little girl pushed herself to her feet. Spencer stayed on his knees. 

“I want my mommy and daddy!” She screamed at the top of her small lungs.  

“I know you do, pumpkin but-”

“Stop calling me pumpkin.” She huffed again, stamping her foot. 

“I thought…I thought you liked me calling you pumpkin?” His chest tightened, his heart breaking. 

“Well I don’t.” She folded her arms dramatically over her chest, stomped her foot again.

“Ok, that’s ok. I won’t call you it anymore if you don’t like it.” He spoke softly, he hoped calmly. 

“I don’t like you.” She suddenly spat, eyes sad and eyebrows knitted together. 

The pain that shot to his heart hearing those words was like nothing Spencer had ever experienced before. It was as though she had taken her tiny fist and punched him straight in the chest with a force much stronger than herself. 

The air left his lungs, the wind leaving his sails. The hurt caused by those four words was far worse than getting shot, worse than being beaten by Hankel, or the beatings he’d received in prison. Even worse than the mental and emotional anguish of watching Maeve die. 

Her words were like a knife, cutting and ripping at his flesh, slicing him open and leaving him completely raw. 

“W-Wren…” he choked out, his pain evident in his voice. “I know you’re sad but please don’t say that. It’s not a very nice thing to say.”

“I don’t care!” She screamed again. “I hate you! You’re not my daddy. I want my daddy!” 

She grew hysteric after that, sobbing so frantically nothing she said made sense anymore. He tried to comfort her, to hold her, but she pushed him away each time. 

Eventually he glanced over his shoulder where Jenny was in fact standing and looked forlornly at her from the ground. 

She stepped closer tentatively and crouched next to the screeching child. 

“It’s ok Wren, let’s get you back to the home.” She was able to put her arm around Wren without being pushed away and the little girl buried against her. “I’m sorry Doctor Reid but I need to take her back. I’ll call you tomorrow, ok?” 

Both adults raised to their feet at the same time, Spencer’s tears filled eyes meeting those of the social worker. 

“I…I…” he looked back at Wren who was clinging to Jenny like he was some kind of terrifying monster. He wanted to argue but he could risk further upsetting her. “O-ok.” 

He stood dumbly and watched as Jenny led Wren back across the park. His tears started to fall despite himself and he curled his arms around his body, hugging himself tightly. 

All he wanted in the world was for Wren to be happy. But if she wasn’t happy with him, how did he even begin to be happy without her? 

***

“Thank you for coming with me. I’m sorry I keep dragging you into this.” Spencer averted his gaze to the sidewalk as he ambled along. 

You strolled next to him, curiously watching the side of his face as you sipped your coffee. 

When he’d called you this evening you’d been at the BAU finishing up some paperwork. You hadn’t seen or heard from him since the night he showed up drunk at your apartment and you were surprised to see his name flashing on your phone screen. 

His tone had been frantic down the phone, you only managed to catch every few words. 

Wren hates me. Fucked up. Want to use. 

You managed to get him to calm for long enough to tell you where he was. When you’d hurried to Emily’s office your fear must have been written on your face as all you’d needed to say was, I have to go, Spencer… and she was motioning you out of the door. 

You found him where he’d said he’d be, on a park bench with a bottle of whiskey concealed in a paper bag. 

It was unopened. Small miracles. 

He didn’t tell you what was wrong, instead he asked you to follow him. And you did without question. 

He led you to an old community centre and once inside you understood why. 

You sat and listened as he spoke to the room at Beltway Clean Cops of everything that had happened, right up until this afternoon when Wren had screamed that she hated him and didn’t want him as her dad. 

He told them how he had never wanted to use so badly in over ten years and how he’d gotten drunk a little while ago to stop him getting high. 

Afterwards he left and you followed him again. 

He brought you coffee at a nearby cafe and the two of you walked in the DC night side by side. That was the first time he’d spoken since he addressed the room at Beltway. 

“I’m glad you called actually. I’ve been worried about you.” You kept your eyes on his face but he wouldn’t look at you. “She’s been traumatised, Spence. It sounds like she’s been brave up until now but you and I both know that kind of trauma has to be dealt with eventually. I may not know her but I’m certain she didn’t mean what she said.” 

“What if she did?” His hand tightened around his coffee cup. “What the hell am I supposed to do?”

“You need to give her time, that's all you can do. She needs to feel what happened to her so she can start to move past it.” You wished you had a better answer. 

“So I’m just supposed to wait? I can’t do that, I have to do something.” 

You reached for him, touching the back of his free hand. He slowed to a stop and you did the same. Finally his eyes flit up to you. 

“You know the Serenity Prayer, right? They use it in drug rehabilitation.” You kept your hand on his, he didn’t seem to mind. 

“Of course I do.” He frowned a little. 

“I know you’re not religious, but I need you to say it with me. I need you to hear it.” You turned his hand over so you could hold it. 

He looked like he might argue, huffing out a breath before he rolled his eyes. 

“Fine.” He agreed although clearly not happily. 

“God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.” You spoke in time with one another, keeping eye contact as you did so. 

“You have to grant your own serenity, Spencer. You have to accept that you can’t change some things no matter how much you want to. I know it’s hard, but some things are out of your control.” You went to remove your hand from his but he surprised you by keeping a firm hold on you. 

“I don’t know what I’d do without you.” He spoke quietly, his eyebrows still knitted together. “You’re the wind beneath my wings, keeping me airborne when I feel like I might start free falling. You’re…you’re my favourite person in the whole goddamn world.”

“And you’re mine.” You smiled at him, squeezing his hand. “I want this to work out for you but if it doesn’t, you have to be able to bounce back. You just have to.” 

“I know.” He agreed with a nod. “Thank you Y/N.”

He let go of your hand but was quickly wrapping his arm around you, pulling you close to his chest. In turn you wrapped your free arm around him too and you held each other tightly. 

“You’ll be ok Spencer. I’m sure of it.” You whispered against his shirt. 

“I hope so.” He nodded, inhaling the scent of your hair. “Can I…can I call you tomorrow after I’ve spoken to Jenny? Good or bad?” 

You lifted your head so you could look at him, a gentle smile on your lips. 

“You can call me any time, Spencer. I mean it.”

You noticed the way his eyes grazed over your lips and you thought he might kiss you. And this time you might have let him.

He wanted to kiss you, he almost kissed you, but he knew it wasn’t fair on either of you. You were one of those things he needed the serenity to accept he couldn’t change. 

He swallowed thickly and stepped back from your hold, awkwardly scratching at the back of his neck. 

“Can I walk you to your car?” He asked, eyes once again on the sidewalk.

“Sure.” You nodded and soon the two of you fell in step again and neither of you spoke until you said your goodbyes at your vehicle. 

You drove away knowing you had to do more. You’d already started making provisions, taking steps in order to help your most favourite person. But you needed to do more. 

And you needed to do it fast. 

***

The following day Jenny called him and asked him to come to the halfway home. He was nervous, having no idea what to expect when he got there. 

It wasn’t Jenny that met him in the day room though, it was Wren. 

She had her curly hair in pigtails and she wore a cute pair of denim overalls with a polka dot shirt underneath. She had a shy smile on her lips, one hand clutching Rover by the ear and the other held a sheet of paper. 

“Hi Wren,” Spencer cautiously stepped closer to her, wanting to give her space. 

She proffered the paper towards him without a word, which he took and scrutinised. 

On one half of the page was another of her crayon drawings, this one depicting a small dark-haired child cuddling an extremely tall man, taller than the trees he was standing next to. 

On the other in orange crayon was a note, every word spelled correctly, he wasn’t sure if she was just that smart or if she had help. It didn’t matter much either way, what mattered were the words themself. 

To: Spencer

From: Wren

I’m sorry for being mean to you. I don’t hate you and I still want to live with you in the pretty house. I miss my mommy and daddy but I still want us to be a family.

He felt the tears filling his eyes before he reached the end and once he’d read it through a handful of times he looked back up at Wren who waited patiently for him to finish. 

“You’re sure?” His voice cracked, betraying him. 

“Yes.” She nodded, pigtails bouncing, 

“Come here,” he sniffed, holding his arms open for her to make the first move.

She was quick to come closer, falling into Spencer and wrapping her small arms around his waist while he enveloped her in a tight embrace. 

“God I love you kiddo.” He blurted out, as she snuggled against him. He’d never told her that before, always too scared of what a five year olds reaction would be to that.

She squeezed him as tight as she was able, nuzzling her head into his stomach.

“I love you, Spencer.” She replied and Spencer felt the pieces of his shattered heart fall back into place. “And I do like it when you call me pumpkin.”

Spencer held her tighter still, feeling as though his chest could explode with love. He bowed his head and kissed her curls. 

“Ok, pumpkin,” he whispered into her wild hair. “You want me to read to you while I’m here?” 

“Yes please.” She nodded, pulling back from his arms. 

She soon started running away, over towards the couch they usually occupied how he read to her. He glanced down at the piece of paper in his hands and smiled. 

If it was the last thing he did, he was bringing this little girl home. 

***

July came and went in a blur of home visits, parental training, family profile meetings and days out with Wren and Jenny. 

August came and Spencer felt positive. With each passing day he was getting closer and closer to being able to finally bring Wren home. 

But just as quickly as he’d gotten his hopes up, they were dashed again, leaving Spencer spiralling towards a dark abyss with no way to break his fall.

“I’m sorry, could you repeat that?” Spencer stared at Jenny across his coffee table, his mug of tea wobbling in his shaky hands. 

Jenny inhaled, sitting back in the armchair and crossing one leg over the other. 

“I said there’s a young couple who have taken a liking to Wren. They’ve expressed interest in pursuing adoption. They’re already approved, done their home studies and training. They’d just been waiting for the right child.” Jenny braced herself, waited for the doctor's reaction. 

“They’ve met her?” He swallowed.

“Yes, they adore her.” Jenny told him somewhat morosely.

“And Wren?” 

“She seemed to like them.” Jenny smiled sadly at him.

“So, uh, it’s over? Just like that?” The tears misted his eyes but he managed to keep them at bay. 

He recited the serenity prayer in his head like a mantra. 

God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.

“It’s not over, Doctor Reid. And if you wish to still pursue your adoption you are well within your right to. But you’re entitled to know what’s going on and I’ve said before-”

“The state will be more likely inclined to place her in an environment similar to where she came from. Two parents instead of one.” His voice was monotone, not an ounce of emotion to it. 

“I’m afraid so.” 

Spencer wanted to cry. He wanted to laugh. He wanted to scream and break something. He wanted to drink or take dilaudid. 

God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change. 

“O-ok.” He croaked. 

“Ok?” Jenny frowned at him, clearly expecting him to put up more of a fight. 

“I want what’s best for Wren above all else. Maybe two parents can give her more than I can.” He choked back a sob. “I’ll keep fighting for her, to the bitter end. But if it doesn’t work in my favour there’s nothing I can do, right? I have to accept the things I can’t change.” 

“For what it’s worth,” Jenny pushed herself to her feet. “I’m rooting for you. But there’s only so much I can do.” 

“Thank you.” He stood as well. 

He saw her out and padded back to the couch, running his fingers through his tangled hair. 

It was only then he realised how exhausted he was. These last few months had taken everything out of him, physically and mentally. He’d continue to go through the motions in the hopes this might end in his favour but honestly, he couldn’t keep fighting the way he had been. 

He loved Wren, with every beat of his heart. But perhaps it wasn’t meant to be. Maybe he was never supposed to have a family.

He grabbed his phone and typed out a quick text, hit send and closed his eyes. 

Before he could succumb to sleep, there was a knock at his green front door. 

@ultragirrl @wittlewowa @bxtchopolis @coldheartedmar

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Just finished the last chapter of HTP. What an incredible final chapter, so amazingly constructed! @aquaquadrant you're amazing amazing. I liveblogged my thoughts as i was reading which I thought you might enjoy <3

Okay I’m a bit late starting writing down my thoughts but I think live-blogging this will be my only way of surviving these chapters.

Tango getting put back in the farm… WHAT. THE. HECK. God damn my heart, it was just as brutal as expected but I was not prepared… Im in pain

“And we can’t have you living a lie anymore, can we?” I SEE YOU AQUA, the lyrics from the Atlas song. That just took me out of it. You sneakkyyyy

Tango’s regretting the plan now ahhhhh, they didn’t remove the collar :S

Im having to pause because MY HEART IS HRUUTNG

Sudden realisation jimmy’s gonna find Tango in the farm like that D: 

Flashbacks to hours before when everyone is fine is FOUL, im getting whiplash 

(No, surely he’s not gonna…) -me and you both watchers

GRIAN WATCHERING IN JIMMYS HEAD, that’s so fucking funny get wrecked jimmy

MUMBO FRICKING JUMBO, the joy I feel right now almost makes me forget the pain of the present timeline 

Poor mumbo jumbo speed running  hels lore

we’ll… need you to go get X.” - the big guns coming in hot. I didn’t comprehend we’d get more characters in this chapter and im over the moon to see them! You write every single one so so well Aqua

“Right, okay…” Mumbo hesitates, scratching the back of his head. “Um, who’s Timmy?” I CAN HEAR MUMBO SAYING THIS, Aqua you never miss

Grian calling jimmy Tim and having to correct himself is such a nice touch

“Even knowin’ what would happen, I’d choose you a million times over.” HNGNNNNNN ARGH I love these stupid block men so much

Bravo seeing Tango’s ‘touches’ to the house, aww man 

(Intermission me going out for a meal and multiple bevs) 

Im not mentally or emotionally prepared for the rest of this

I love how you write everyone interacting. Even though there’s so many people no one is left out

Bravo forgetting Joel’s name hahah mr j

Bravo calling Tango ’skippy’ amuses me greatly

Timmy looking out in the overworld AHHh my heart

‘There’s a fragile stillness to him. Like a glass bottle on the edge of a table.’ - How do you come up with this poetic shit aqua wtf

Oh no, we’re addressing the eating D: Poor Timmy my heart

Me googling ‘shovel talk meaning’

I have beef with the metaphorical ocean that is tangos subconcious

Tango’s memories <3 No words, just happiness

Pt 2

Omg Brian not coming on the mission to keep Clear company is quiet amusing 

No one expects the surprise ravenger 

IMPULSE FULL DEMON MODE LETS GOOOO 

Jimmy and Bravo fighting together is so… I love it

Jimmy glad he didn’t make a tit of himself is so relatable. I feel ya bro

Omg they’re at the door, this is to intense for me

Oh god they found him 

HEEY HONEY TANGO CMON

Atlas is Widowmaker I swear, man is unstoppable with a crossbow!!

Bravo and tango fighting together now toooo, Jimmy’s preoccupied bless him

Atlas screaming is the most satisfying thing ever, get wrecked ya bastard

Omg tango has more wither stains now ahhh, that’s so heartbreaking

Tango chewing Atlas out is GLORIOUS

THEY’RE ATTACKING HIS SCIENCE, HIT HIM WHERE IT HURTS

‘Shoddy science’?! It was my magnum fucking opus!” - mans going through it, honestly what a line

Then he punches Atlas in the face. - god I hope his glasses are okay

Bravo steps forward to deliberately crush Atlas’s shades under his shoe. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

They made it through the portal :’ ) Tango embraced his blaze, and got one up on atlas <3 mannnnn im happy

bX just put Atlas through his second vocal beatdown of the day, daaamn

TIMMY GOT HIS BATH, THAT’S ALL I WANTED

Bravo giving Timmy a kiss on the check… im softboy right now, man I want them to be happy, please come back to him bravo

OHHH BOY DBUBS AND PATHO SEGMENT LETS GO

…

I AM UNHAPPY WITH THIS SEGMENT 

Okay I’ve been reading pretty intensely, it’s 2 in the morning, and suddenly STEVE??

HEROBRINE IS HELS ADMIN

I need to take a walk

Tango oh my god he’s gonna do it

He feels lighter oh my heart hug this man Jimmy

Im crying 

Well, it’s 3 in the morning. Aqua you’re amazing <3

[daddyy333]

“Te iubesc” | Sebastian Stan x y/n

if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it

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summary: You do something completely unexpected at you and Sebastian’s wedding, and it makes him fall in love you even more

You were so perfect. It’s all he couldn’t think about. You had done so well, managing the stress of today and you were now standing in front of him looking like you just flew down here from heaven. You were standing in front of him, ready and willing to be with him for the rest of your lives, promising to love him through everything.

When it came time to say your vows, you seemed nervous. He caressed your hand as he watched you with the softest eyes, surely with heart shaped pupils too. You looked behind you at his mother and his brows furrowed a little.

She nodded and you took a deep breath. Never in a million years would he have thought you were about to speak your vows in Romanian. That you took the time to sit down with his mom and learn his first language so he understood just how much you wanted him for the rest of your life.

“Sebastian, you have no idea how hard it is to find the words to express just how much I love you. But I hope I did a good job, because all I want is for you to understand just how important you are to me. I love you with my whole heart, with a passion that can't be expressed in words, only in kisses, glances, and years of adventure by your side. I promise to be your honest, faithful, and loving wife for the rest of my days. I pledge to honor you, love you, and cherish you as my husband today and every day. Today I say, "I do" but to me that means, "I will." I will take your hand and stand by your side in the good and the bad. You are my every dream come true, and I can't wait for the reality we get to build together. You love me and complete me in ways I never knew possible. From this day forward, I promise to listen to you and learn from you, to support you and accept your support. I will celebrate your successes and mourn your losses as though they were my own. I will love you, my husband, and indulge in your love for me for all of the years of our lives. I choose you and promise to choose you as my husband every day we wake. I will love you in word and deed. I will laugh with you, cry with you, scream with you, grow with you, and craft with you. To be your partner in all of life's adventures is all I could hope for in the world. Loving what I know of you and trusting what I don't yet know, I give you my hand. I give you my love. I give you myself, the good, the bad, and the yet to come.”

Tears flooded down his face, and he just wanted to hold you in his arms for the rest of his life. “God, babe, why’d you do that” he said, laughing as he wiped away his tears. You giggled and he said “all I wanna do is kiss you now”

“Just a few more minutes” you said and he sniffled. You wiped away the never ending tears coming down his face and he sighed shakily. As he spoke his vows, you felt like you were falling in love all over again. You were so sure that this was right for you. You felt no anxiety, no fear, you knew Sebastian was the perfect man to spend the rest of your days with.

Saying “I do” that day was the easiest thing you’d ever done in your life.

“You may kiss the bride” the officiant said and Seb cupped your cheeks, pressing his forehead to yours. “Te iubesc, baby” he said and you sniffled. You took a deep breath and said “Te iubesc”

He kissed you softly, moving his arms down and hugging your waist tight against him, smiling through the kiss. Once you broke the kiss for air, his cheeks were so blushed you were almost concerned and he was grinning so so so hard.

“Can’t believe you made me cry like a baby in front of all our friends. Now everyone knows it wasn’t a trap and I actually love you” he joked and you giggled. You pecked his lips again and said “please, you couldn’t pretend you hated me even if you tried”

“I hate it when you’re right,” he said and sighed. You kissed his cheek and said “prepare to be miserable forever then, cause you're stuck with me and I’m always right” “there’s worse ways to live” he said and scooped you up, running down the aisle with you in his arms.

I just put the parts spoken in Romanian in bold because I don’t want to risk getting the wrong translation and it also makes it easier for you guys to read

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[letters-from-dekarios]

Dearest,

We have arrived safely in Athkatla after an arduous journey. After we reached Candlekeep, there was a terrible storm that delayed our departure by two days. You’ll be quite pleased to know that our Atticus is practicing his reading, just as you instructed him to do. He’s growing into quite the little scholar — just like his father.

Since our arrival yesterday afternoon, my father has been showing off Atticus to all of his colleagues. To think the stone-faced Meisarch of Athkatla could be so thrilled over our little one! He is spoiling Atticus so much that I fear will refuse to leave when it is time to return home to Waterdeep.

While I am pleased to see my father and break bread with my family, being apart from you pains me so. When I awoke alone this morning, I reached for you to find only your absence. This was quickly disrupted by little Atticus scampering into my chamber to jump on the bed.

It is strange to be home, I must admit. It felt as though I took a step back in time into a life that now feels foreign to me. How strange it is to remember the younger version of myself frolicking about at parties, getting drunk on Arabellan dry, and dancing provocatively. When we met at one such party, I never would have imagined the life we share now. What a life we have lived, my darling. Neither mindflayer tadpoles nor a Netherese orb could stand in the way of what was always meant to be.

I must conclude my message, for I am running out of ink. With the final dredges of the inkwell, know that I love you and miss you to the point of utter distraction. When my inkwell is replenished, I shall write you once more. Until then, I am counting the days until we can embrace one another… in ways more than one.

Most Faithfully,

Dulcinea Gohar Selemchant-Dekarios

[Scribbled below in a child’s messy handwriting, spelling errors included: Lov you dady! Aticus]

My sweet love,

I am glad you’ve arrived safely. Please send my sincerest apologies and my warmest regards to your family for not being able to go with you. My heart ached for you as I heard news of the storm, though it is now eased upon reading your correspondence.

It thrills me to know my little Atticus is continuing his studies! Please tell him I am incredibly proud of him, his progress, and his initiative. He has much to learn, but he is catching on quickly. He reminds me all too much of myself when I was his age- let’s just hope he doesn’t conjure his own Tressym in time.

On my behalf, let your father know if he intends to keep Atticus, he will have to fight my mother for him. After your return, she requests we visit her within time. I can only imagine the two of our parents fighting to spoil him more, it gives me a headache just thinking about it.

I share the feeling of loneliness with you. While the quiet of my study has given me much room to think, I can only think of you. It pains me to know how much longer we must be away from one another. I hope the time with your family is spent joyously, though, and you needn’t spend much time worrying about me.

I oftentimes think back to our meeting. Had you told me a few years prior I would have the grandest wife and a spitting image of myself as a family, I would have died. I’d denounce my Goddess a million times over if it meant I could live an infinite amount of lives with you. I would never even think to choose the possibility of power over you. For with you, my power is greater than it could ever be.

Despite our trials, I am almost inclined to thank the beings that put us through them, as they drew us together. Without them, I’m not sure where we would be- and I fear the man I would have become had you not placed me back on your guiding path. With you, I am whole again, and I fear no troubles that I may face as long as you are by my side.

I hope you restore your inkwell soon, my love. Too long without word from you and I may begin to worry. You know it’s never good when I start to get in my own head. I look forward to being with you again, my arms ache to hold you in them. To have you in my embrace is to feel the warmth of a summer sun’s heat. It is a cold winter in Waterdeep without you here, I long for your arrival to melt the snow your absence has brought.

Return home safe, and please tell Atticus how much I adore him and how proud I am of him. I feel he may surpass even me in his skills as he grows older. Faerún save us all.

she would find, upon her return home, that gale had pinned the letter on a bulletin board hanging above his desk in his study. it was in the center of all his other memorabilia, surrounded by other letters and documents from friends and family.

Yours always and forever,

𝑮𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝑫𝒆𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒔

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I guess I'll take this pain, instead of your name |

Part Three

Summary: In life, things changed. The boys you'd once grown up with were men now, and famous ones at that. The type that toured the world and had millions of adoring fans.

The five of you shared a shit ton of history. But you also shared a lot of mixed emotions for one of them in particular, a certain drummer.

Masterlist

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He’d changed. That was the first thought that came to mind.

I didn’t know what had changed exactly. His hair was still the same, so were those barrel-aged whiskey eyes. And just as he had ever since I’d known him, George still enjoyed wearing his favourite clothes to ribbons, as could be seen by the black trousers he was now sporting. They were very well-fitted to his thighs and cropped slightly at the ankle, had twin holes torn through both the knees as well as a fraying thread just beneath the front right pocket, where I knew a pack of cigarettes had long since claimed residence.

He had a hand stilted just below the crook of his elbow likely from where he’d just been about to reach out and swat Matty for his smart mouth but stopped. I felt my own dry up as my heart dropped to my feet upon seeing him again. Practically watched as it pooled into a miserable puddle on the floor.

I’d been expecting it- seeing him, because of course I had. I’d known about it since Matty had finally let the secret slip, but there was also a big part of me that… hadn’t? Strange sure, but I mean, who could really prepare themselves for a moment like this?

Seeing an ex was always weird, left you feeling a tad self-conscious, a bit blindsided, but you could almost always duck out of sight just before they saw you, or choose to give them that vexatious smile, the one where you tried to come off as polite when really all you wanted to do was run a mile in the other direction. 

This though, I don’t think many people experienced this. A whole evening spent with their most recent ex, on their birthday of all days. 

A low and sharp whistle tore its way through the room then, breaking the tense atmosphere that had since settled and at once making me fully aware of just where I was.

“Well this is awkward.”

And of course it would’ve had to have been Ross who’d only gone and chosen to add to the tension. The utter twat. 

I would’ve shot him a well deserving glare but I couldn’t quite look away from George just yet. I wanted to, well, I wanted a lot just then. I wanted to go back in time to where we’d been before. I wanted an explanation. I still, wanted him.

Needed was probably the better term. I needed him like water, I needed answers like an introvert needed their own head. But in that moment, I felt like I’d lost mine.

“Shut up, Ross.” Adam groaned loudly and just like that I blinked and that clouded hue I’d felt choking me lifted, revealing the rest of the room. 

Ross was chuckling away, propped up against the kitchen counter, whilst Adam merely rolled his eyes, shaking his head, everyone else just sort of stood there.

Thank the heavens for Carly though, she jumped in like the angel she was, saving us all from the uncomfortableness of it.

“Matty! Need any help with dinner, plating up and what not?”

For a moment, Matty’s gaze skitted back and forth between both myself and George, whose own eyes were now downcast. It appeared as though Matty’s kitchen tiles were immensely more interesting to him than anything else and I had to bite back the sudden fury I felt rise up through my throat, coating the back of my teeth with a sour taste. 

So it was going to be like that then.

“Um- yeah, uh you know what, you can.” Matty answered her, tea towel in hand as our eyes met across the room. He gave me an intense look, one that told a thousand words, but he jilted his head over towards where the larder was hidden before I could decipher any of them. “Y/n love, show Carls where I keep the plates and that, won’t you?”

I nodded at him slowly then took a deep breath and forced a smile, “Yeah, yeah ‘course. Come on Carls, they’re just this way.”

Quick as I could I spun around on my heel and headed straight towards the hallway, slipping into a small alcove where a flashy storage unit was tucked away. Keeping my back firmly facing the door, I pretended to browse through the few dining sets Matty had to offer, most of which had been gifted to him by his mum or aunt over the last few Christmases.

I heard Carly enter a minute after me, as well as the click of the door behind her. I took another much needed deep breath. 

“Do you reckon Matty will want to use his good plates?” I questioned aloud, “Or should we just ask if he has any paper ones, knowing Ross and I. Klutzes the pair of us, he’ll have a right mare if either of us drops that fancy china he claims he doesn’t actually like.” 

I could feel a familiar sting behind my eyes but I kept on prattling away, in hopes that the familiar burn would soon work itself out before I had to turn back and face her.

“Probably just best to go with the ones he brought over with him from the flat, I 'spose. Don’t think he’ll mind losing a few of them.” I chuckled with a strained smile, but my voice sounded pinched even to my own ears.

I stopped then and had to close my eyes, bracing myself against the nearby shelving unit. I tilted my head back to keep any tears from escaping but it was futile effort and as my shoulders fell so did the first tear. “Shit.” I silently cursed.

“Oh, Y/n/n.” Carly whispered just before a pair of gentle arms wound their way around my waist. I let my head hang then, there was never any need to pretend with her. “It’s okay. Everything’s okay.”

I scoffed quietly under my breath, hands finding hers before I turned in her grasp. I opened my eyes to find her peering back at me with so much warmth, no pity to be found. 

“This is beyond mortifying.” I choked out with a bitter laugh as I swiped under my eyes. I’d always hated being seen so vulnerable. “Crying over someone who could care less about me.”

Carly’s smile was small but so sincere, she shook her head at me lightly. “I wouldn’t say that. That man out there was just as taken back by your presence as you were of his. I think deep down you both knew that this was bound to be difficult.”

I inhaled slowly and glanced up towards the ceiling, fisting my fingers in my hair. “I know, and that’s why I feel so stupid. I really don’t know if I can do this, Carly.” I told her in a tone that was no higher than a murmur, “I didn’t think it would be such a struggle. That I would still feel so-”

Frustrated, I threw my hands in the air and squeezed my eyes closed. I had to breathe.

Carly was still there when I opened them again, ever so patient.

“This is going to be so messy.” I quietly confessed into the tiny room.

Carly only hummed at me, carefully grazing her hands up and down the length of my arms as I slowly unwound. It helped soothe the semi-chaotic state I’d worked myself into.

"It will be, but to clean up there first needs to be a mess.”

Under furrowed eyebrows I looked up at her and couldn’t help my airy snort. “Is that something you stole from one of your many parenting books?”

“No, Instagram quote actually.” She corrected with an amused smirk. “But that’s beside the point. It’s still true.”

I dragged out a sarcastic sound of agreement and she flicked my shoulder in retort with a narrowed-eyed stare.

“Look, all I’m saying is, things will either work out the way you want or they won’t. But you can’t stress over something you can’t control, so let us just enjoy this. Enjoy your birthday! You deserve that at the very least, okay? So, forget him. Forget everything that happened there. And just be in the moment.”

I swallowed thickly and nodded just the once, too scared to trust my own voice. I could do that.

Or, at least that’s what I told myself.

—

Table set and Matty on the warpath, I snuck away for a chance to gather my thoughts but found myself pursuing the contents of the minibar instead.

It was impressive to say the least, both the extensive amount of alcohol Matty had to offer as well as the bar itself. If I remembered rightly, he’d had it built during the first few weeks of moving in, an added extra whilst the band had still been away on tour. It was much like the rest of his house though, minimalist and brutal, where all of his deep and depressing thoughts got turned into pretty melodies. 

There was hardly any decor, most of its bottles and glasses tucked away behind neat neutral lines. Only a fitted glass ashtray with its own self-cleaning function (even Matty had to roll his eyes at that, no?) was perched within the concrete counter. 

Matty’s house had always been beautiful to me, honestly I was a little jealous of how calm and clean it always seemed, but it never failed to make me wonder where he kept it all. You know, all the little bits and bobs most of us just seemed to never find a place for- like his hoover for example, where the fuck did he keep his hoover? Did he even own one? Or did he have little nano robots hidden away in the skirting boards? 

As I followed down a newfound path of random thoughts that popped into my head, I failed to notice that I was no longer the room’s only occupant and jumped right out my skin, almost flinging a very expensive bottle of chardonnay across the floor, when I turned and found George watching me from the archway.

Immediately he raised his hands up at me in surrender, making sure to state that he was of no threat, though I could see that there was a small little smirk toying at the corners of his lips as he proceeded further into the room. I let out a big breath and lowered the bottle.

“What the hell are you playing at? Sneaking around like some- ninja!” I scolded with a wave of my hand, internally cursing myself for having stumbled over my words trying to come up with something clever to say. Of all the things I could’ve said to him after six months of.. well, silence. I chose that. Big pat on the back for me, please!

God, I wanted to die as I hastily spun back around to tuck the wine into the case I’d found it in, but mostly just to hide my reddening cheeks.

“Ninja?” He replied with a hint of humour, and I realised how long it had been since I'd last heard his voice. “No, but I reckon if you gave me an hour or so I could pull off that Karate Kid stunt.”

I couldn’t hide the soft snort I made. Still as arrogant as ever then.

“What, been doing enough yoga to think you could master that flip?” I threw back at him from over my shoulder whilst my fingertips danced precariously along the edge of a crystal glass. He hummed, and I could physically feel him drawing nearer.

“Got the crane down.” He shrugged, as though that wasn’t impressive in itself, and I could just about see him again, from the corner of my eye. “Figure the rest could surely follow.”

Lightly, I felt my head shake on its own accord, but was quick to dampen the tiny beginnings of any sort of smile. I gave a sarcastic hum back.

This was typical for us, conversing without words. A hum here, a look there. That’s all it had taken in the years we’d been together, the two of us always on the same page. Until we weren't.

I could remember a few years back, maybe at one of the boys first BRIT’s, where some hotshot, who’d acted as though he’d been in the game longer than I’d been alive, had waltzed over and started talking. Bragging, truthfully.

He’d heard a little of the band’s stuff, liked it I supposed, and tried to gift them all this ‘knowledgable’ advice, stuff people in the business would 'hate for them to know'. His words, not mine. George and I had immediately clocked on, but Hann had always been the polite one and Matty, well he’d wanted to know all the ins and outs of everything. He liked knowing. Understanding. Always had.

Ross though? Actually, I wasn’t too sure where he’d snuck off to at the time, was probably trying to chat up some actress or find a decent place to smoke. 

Either way, I’d turned slightly in my seat once the man had made himself far too comfortable in his invasion of our table, and with one shared glance at George, we both started up this game. Our game. It was one we'd always loved to play where we’d have to act so sincere in all our questioning and interest in the topic at hand whilst simultaneously trying to trip up our target or make them look like a complete wanker. The winner was always the one who got them so uncomfortable to the point where they’d just leave.

“I, uh,” George’s low stumble grabbed my attention and I peered over to find him rubbing the tip of his nose with his knuckle, something he’d done ever since I’d known him. “I wasn’t sure I’d come tonight. If you’d be alright with me being here.”

“Right.” Was all I said in turn, gaze focused on the glass again. 

I heard him move behind me. “It’s just- it’s your day, you know? And I was surprised you even agreed to all this, actually.” His chuckle was faint.

“Well, it’s not every day Matty asks to wine and dine you, I suppose.” 

He laughed again and I tried not to acknowledge the tightening in my chest, he’d always had the best laugh.

“Yeah, there’s that.” George accepted, he paused for a long second, “Still, he and Ross figured it’d be strange if I didn’t turn up. Hope that's alright with you.”

And now was the time to act.

So I put on a smile and turned, making sure it reached my eyes even as my heart clenched at the very sight of him. He looked somewhat older, even though only six months had passed. It hurt to know that I’d missed it, all that time I could've had with him.

“‘Course, why wouldn’t it?” I assured him, putting down the two glasses I’d picked up on the counter. “You still a strictly bourbon man, or are you feeling something different? It appears as though Matty’s stocked this thing up to the brim with all sorts of shit, most of which I can’t even read so I won’t try to name.”

“Um,” George murmured, almost sounding taken aback by my change in pace, but I paid it no mind, I couldn’t focus on anything other than getting through this. 

I had questions, yeah, but I didn’t want to ruin the evening for everyone else. Not this early on, at least. I knew that certain path was only destined to end in flames. 

“Whatever you’re having then is fine.” George settled on and I dipped my head at him, grabbing a bottle of Absolut alongside a lemonade can. “Straight to the hard stuff I see.” He commented, obviously eyeing what I was doing.

“It’s my birthday, I’ll have no judgement, thank you.” I retorted, pouring a rather hefty amount of the spirit into both glasses. 

George huffed out a gentle chuckle as he joined me by the bar. “No judgement here, birdie.”

He was a little less than an arms length away now and it took everything in me not to outwardly react to the slip. It was my name. His name for me. Uttered as though nothing had changed.

“Sorry.” George whispered, his swallow as audible as mine in the still room.

I squeezed my eyes closed for a brief second then forced another smile, topping off the rest of the drinks with lemonade. “No, you’re fine.” I shrugged a shoulder, focused solely on the drinks. “I’ve missed it and you were the only one to ever call me it, so.”

“I just,” George tried but I interrupted before he could press anything further.

“Honestly, don't stress over it. It’s fine.” I smiled, wondering if a gesture so easy should hurt this much. I slid a glass down towards him. “Should probably be getting back though, everyone else will be wondering…”

I gave him one last look and then shuffled towards the door. I rounded the corner with baited breath and tried to ignore the quiet curse I heard follow me as I hurried down the hall.

—

I found myself standing in the garden a little while later nursing another drink, only this one had been gifted to me by Ross. Stronger than the one I’d previously made, the coke used only to add a hint of flavour to the otherwise malty taste.

I watched Matty through the window as he frantically went back and forth between the oven and the fridge, trying to get everything done by himself. I was meant to be helping him but my mind had been elsewhere, listening to the laughter and echoing voices which had begun to drift into the kitchen.

It felt so strange, all of us being together again but still feeling so separate, and the alcohol wasn’t doing much to hinder that feeling.

It’s just that since the breakup, I’d only really had Matty to lean on. Ross and Adam had been there too, don’t get me wrong, they were always a text or phone call away, but not like they’d been before. It kind of felt like George had gotten them in this messy divorce, whilst Matty had been the kid in the middle, stuck between choosing. 

We’d always been so close, before. The boys had been my family. Now though, things felt so stilted and I fucking hated it. Being here with them, with George again, it only put a speaker to those feelings.

“Alright?” Came a familiar voice just a hand came to rest on my shoulder. I sighed and leant into the weight of it, a small smile limning my lips as Matty’s head fell against my own, the two of us just staring out at the sky.

“Shouldn't you be inside? Or are you trying to earn back all the money you spent on this house by starting a fire?” I queried quietly and huffed out an airy chuckle when his hip checked mine in retaliation.

“Don’t jinx shit, you muppet. Dinner is just about done- and I’ll have you know, that none of it will be inedible."

I hummed, “Holding you to that, Healy. Can’t go ruining my special day.”

“Oh, so we are acknowledging that it’s your birthday then?” Matty quipped back.

I pinched his side and rolled my eyes when he just laughed. “No, we are not.”

I felt his head shake as it moved against mine. “Swear, you girls are so hard to keep up with these days.”

“Compared to what, the old days? Back when you were a baby emo.” I chuckled and allowed him to steal my drink from me. He grimaced slightly at the taste. “Thank you for this though, it’s nice knowing people care.”

Matty moved then and I shuffled round to glance at him. He wore a prominent frown and was staring down at me with a sort of bewildered expression.

“People care about you.”

I let my own features soften. “I know that, I guess. It’s just nice to be reminded of it, I 'spose. Things have been off with us all for a while though. Since…”

He sighed, capturing his bottom lip between his teeth as he muddled through his thoughts.

“Yeah, they have. Even I’ll admit that. But it’s not down to you. Shit just happens, and we all deal with it the only way we know how." He stated, his hand in mine, a steady presence. "Saying that though, even after everything that went on- that’s still going on- they’re here, aren’t they? Ross and Hann and Carls. G…”

I had to look away, scared that he’d see the harsh light from the kitchen start to reflect in my watering eyes.

“I know. I just wish things were different. That I had a fucking time machine. So I could take back whatever it is I did, Matty. I'd take it all back in a heartbeat just to know that he still loved me the same. So he wouldn’t end up pushing me away.”

I guess there was no reply that could be given to fix everything I felt in that moment, but the hug Matty wrapped me up in was something I hadn’t even realised I’d needed.

“He still does.” He whispered in my ear as he drew tiny circles over the knobs in my spine. “That I know for fucking certain.”

Part four>

[laundrybiscuits]

(purify our misfit ways tag | AO3)

Sometimes he runs through the timeline in his head, trying to figure out: when they were trapped in the elevator, was he yelling at Gareth for fucking up the drum solo? When a sadistic goddamn Russian guard was making them bleed, was he already home and lighting up, Sabbath in the background?

He knows there’s probably not anything he could’ve done if he’d been there with them, but maybe—maybe it would’ve made a difference. Maybe if he’d been there, it would’ve helped somehow.

“Um, no,” says Steve, when Eddie makes the mistake of saying something to that effect. “Jesus, no. I’m really fucking glad you weren’t there, Eddie.”

“Huh. Okay,” says Eddie, a little hurt. He knows he’s not part of the new Steve-and-Robin thing or whatever, but still.

He’d driven Robin over to Steve’s place as a favor, because apparently Robin makes house calls at the Harrington estate now; he hadn’t really thought through the fact that he’d have to hang around until Robin is ready to go, seeing as Steve definitely isn’t capable of driving anytime soon, and now Robin’s in the bathroom and this might actually be the first time it’s ever just been the two of them in a room alone together, and this is what Steve Harrington chooses to say.

“No, I mean—” Steve goes to push his hand through his hair like he always does, and hisses as his bandaged hand catches on the strands. “I hate that Robin was there too. If I was worrying about taking care of you and Robin both, I’d…probably have done something really dumb.” Steve huffs, wincing. “Even dumber, I mean.”

“Who says I’d need you to take care of me? Who takes care of you, huh?” says Eddie. He doesn’t exactly mean to say it like that, and it comes out too soft.

Steve blinks at him like he’s just said something in Quenya, and Eddie…

Okay, so, when Eddie was a kid and still living with his ma, there was this mean old tomcat who’d come around. Never let anyone near, not that most people even wanted to get near something that ragged-looking and crusty. It wasn’t anything pretty or soft, looked like it had about a million diseases, and Ruth Munson had forbidden Eddie in no uncertain terms to go near the thing. Eddie hadn’t needed telling twice. He’d seen the tomcat take a real chunk out of a neighbor girl who’d tried to pet it, seen her hollering at the blood. Eddie wasn’t going to get himself bit like that, no way.

But then some real asshole had clipped the wretched beast out on the road, and Eddie’d found it mewling pitifully with a busted leg right outside his door, of all places. He’d never even tried to be nice to it before, but there it was looking up at him all big-eyed and limping and confused.

Turns out it’d been a savvy old tom to go to him after all, because Eddie’d taken one look and with all the resignation his eleven-year-old heart could muster, he’d thought: ah, hell. Guess this is happening.

Anyway, that’s the same feeling he gets looking at Steve Harrington, now.

Ah, hell.

The tomcat had still been kicking around when Eddie’d left to live with Wayne a few years later, more ancient and ornery than ever, but he’d always let Eddie sidle up close and rub the base of his ears even after his leg healed up and he didn’t need Eddie anymore. Went so far as to purr loud and ugly sometimes when Eddie did that, sputtering and wheezing up a racket like a broken-down motorbike. Even now, Eddie still thinks about him sometimes, wonders how he’s doing.

He rubs his eyes, suddenly wrung out. He hadn’t even known to be on his guard against this, but now it’s here, and he’s just going to have to ride it out until it reaches whatever tragic resolution it’s going to reach. He won’t make the same mistake he did with Robin, though; he’ll keep a leash on his greedy bastard of a heart until it learns not to push for stuff he can’t have.

It’s not the same, obviously. But it’s part of the same pattern; the kind of pattern that’s stretched over Eddie’s life, repeating again and again while he fails to learn his lesson. He’s always been too much for people to take, too hungry for stuff they can’t give him. This painfully tender thing that’s starting to unfurl in him whenever he looks at Steve, now, is just the dumbest part of him ignoring all the flashing red lights warning danger, danger, danger.

He can keep a lid on it, though. He can be better than the weakest part of himself this time. He has to be, because the thing is, Eddie has put in a lot of work into not being the probably-gay kid this time around. He can’t afford to let something slip in front of Steve Harrington, who despite all recent falls from grace is still someone people would believe if he ever said something about Eddie. The denizens of Hawkins High would definitely latch on, if word got around that Steve said something.

If Eddie has to go through the same thing he did back at his old school, but worse and more this time around because all the kids have sharper teeth, he’s—

He’s—

He’s not going to go through that, is all.

Honestly, Eddie had kind of thought he’d be past all this by this point in his life. He’s not sure what kind of life he’d thought he could have, but—a big city, maybe? New York, LA, Chicago, anywhere but Hawkins. It had seemed like a good starting point, but the city means money he doesn’t have, which means a real job he can’t get without the god damn diploma that keeps getting yanked away from him like he’s Charlie Brown chasing the god damn football.

His world is so small and petty, and he knows it, but it’s all he’s ever known. He never expected Steve to come creeping in at the edges, sweet and mean by turns, stealing his best friend and not even having the decency to be a real douchebag about it. Somehow becoming a pretty decent friend to Eddie, too.

Steve’s head is lolling against the back of the couch, eyes closed, breathing even. He’s still supposed to be on a bunch of medication, though Eddie has the sneaking suspicion Steve isn’t taking his pills as religiously as he should. He’s been complaining about feeling too fuzzy with the pills, not being able to think straight.

Personally, Eddie doesn’t really get it. If offered the choice, Eddie would take that cotton-wool layer between himself and the rest of the world any day of the week.

“Is he asleep?” Robin whispers, perching on the arm of the couch.

“No,” mumbles Steve, struggling back upright. “I’m awake. I’m here.”

Eddie glances over at Robin, biting down on a damningly fond smile. “Okay, sailor. How about we get you to bed, huh?”

Steve blinks at him, already sleep-flushed and hazy, and Eddie takes his elbow to tug him up gently. “C’mon. Robin, where’s his room?”

They get him all tucked in; Steve’s pliant, goes easy, and starts snoring before Eddie even hits the lights on his way out.

“I don’t think he’s been getting a lot of sleep,” says Robin.

“Yeah, seems like,” sighs Eddie. “How about you, Robbie? How’ve you been holding up?”

She frowns. “What are you talking about? It’s not like I even needed stitches or anything. Not like Steve did.”

“Sure, but.” He shrugs helplessly. “Buckley, you lived through a fucking nightmare too. Drugged by Russians in an underground lair, shit. It wouldn’t be unreasonable if it, you know, left a mark.”

She climbs into the passenger seat of his van, folding her legs up and wrapping her arms around her knees in blatant violation of automobile safety protocols. “I’m fine, Eddie. You don’t have to worry about me.”

“Okay,” he says. “I mean, I’m gonna. You can’t stop me. I’m a rebel like that, totally off the chain.”

Robin grins, a bright flash in the low evening light, as he starts the van up to take her home. “Yeah, yeah,” she says. “Love you too, nerd.”

[mister-mickey]

Tim x Darry headconnons plz (like if they can get married or what is it like if they have an adopted child) SORRY TO ASK SO MUCH I just love this ship and its really my favorite one

THANK YOU🙏🏻

Omg tarry is my favorite pairing, I have made these little ship headcanons as well (tarry hcs)

BUT onto these ones

They mostly bond over being both the leaders of their respective gangs and over taking care of their younger siblings ❤️

They are terrible with emotions, communication between them is like pulling teeth 😭

They also have a hard time with each others siblings. Darry CANT STAND curly and is scared of Angela. Tim gets along with both pony and soda but anytime he gets them into trouble darry gets mad at him.

He’s really rather not piss his beau off

They’ve known each other since they were kids (thanks to living in the same area) but were never friends. It was only really after Darry got more involved in greaser stuff that they got along lol

Tim can’t cook for shit. He tries but it sucks so bad. Darry keeps trying to help him but Tim is unhelpable.

Darry is aware that Tim can handle himself, but still gets protective when ppl talk about him. Tim gets mad every time (but also does the same thing)

And omg I’m all the way into this list realizing that I did not answer the other part of the question so I’ll do that now

So for marriage (not legal for homos in the 60s sadly, so I’m sure it’s just a celebration among friends and family) it probably takes them awhile. I can’t imagine either of them really wanting to settle straight away. Maybe they’re in their late twenties/early thirties

Tim probably moves into Darry’s house after pony and soda move out (and after angie and curly are well off enough to be alone)

Tim probably stops gang life in his twenties, just because he gets older and more mature (and not cool anymore) darry stops once the others stop.

For the wedding, again, family and friends. Probably in the form of a cookout at their house. They get rings but I don’t think either of them wear them (they don’t seem like jewellry wearers. They probably keep them on chains around their necks)

Pony officiates lol. Idk I just feel like he would. Soda cries the whole time (Steve has to physically pull him off of darry)

I imagine dally and curly pulling some sort of nonsense at the wedding to piss Tim off (yes I’m choosing to keep dally and Johnny alive)

Tim’s gang isn’t really his family, at this point in his life, he probably doesn’t even know them anymore. So it’s just curly and Angela at the wedding for him.

Darry ofc is the one that people came to see (mr star of the show)

As for a kid, I’d like to say they probably wouldn’t have one, at least not for a while. They both raised their little siblings, they aren’t eager to do it again.

BUT it’s also cute to imagine them having a baby (especially because of how tim is canonically good with babies)

Idk where they got it. Maybe it was left in their doorstep, idk. Fact is, they have a child

Tim wants to be the cool dad but darry has taken that spot without even trying.

Baby adores darry because he’s strong and can throw it in the air ❤️

Tim is jealous ofc. He’s way cooler than darry, the baby just isn’t smart enough to see that yet

Baby still loves him a lot though 🌸

They’re good dads. Not perfect ofc, but they love the baby and the baby loves them.

Now as for the baby’s one million uncles and one aunt.

Angela LOVES the baby. Like, darry is worried she will steal it. She’s always trying to get the baby to say her name (baby calls her “Ana”)

Twobit is next on people taht are obsessed with the baby. I’m sure he has his own kids (seems like the type tbh) but the baby is DARRYS kid. He can’t wait until it’s old enough to be a bad influence on

Dallas is not allowed near the baby because Tim refuses to put the baby down when he’s around (he thinks dally will somehow corrupt his >1 year old and make it dally jr)

Soda is the best uncle by far. He and Johnny are very soft with the baby. Soda is, however, guilty of dropping the baby. He is no longer allowed to hold the baby.

Johnny is scared to hold the baby, but once it’s walking he will play (very gently)

Steve, curly, and pony are the babies worst enemies. Baby fucking hates them so much and it breaks their hearts.

Baby bites steve any chance it gets. Hits him, grabs his nose (which everyone else thinks is adorable but Steve sees it for the attack that it is) Steve has no clue what he did but the baby is his #1 hater

Baby doesn’t like pony. Wont even look at him. Pony adores the baby and this rejection hurts.

Curly and the baby tussle quite often. Baby loves yanking his curls (getting its grubbing fingers tangled in, as someone with baby experience, ow ow ow) if the baby pulls his hair, he pulls the baby’s hair right back. They are sworn enemies.

He loves the baby ofc but keeps a careful distance.

Baby grows up to be an okay kid. Can’t do anything without darry or tim finding out since they both know EVERYONE.

Idk someone name the baby my brain is mush

[sugolara]

𝙏𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮

ft. K.B x S.T x I.M x fem! reader

Synopsis: After a deadly virus leaks all over the world, every country is forced to close down it's borders and airports to prevent anyone from coming in and out. Though, it's to late for some people. The dead has rose and is looking for revenge. Cw: gore, quirkless! au, apocalypse! au, zombie! au, weapons, death, angst, lots and lots of blood, cannibalism, suicidal thoughts, slow burn

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It seemed like today would be a restless night for F/n as she felt energy coursing through her. Well she needed to be up anyway as she had something important to do. One that she was going to keep from Izuku as she knew if the male were to know he would be upset, possibly even disappointed in her, but she didn’t care. 

For now, she would act normal and give a tiring smile to Izuku as he stepped out of the bathroom, “Should we go to bed? I’m feeling rather tired.”

 The said male smiled and happily nodded, “If you’re feeling tired then we’ll both go to sleep! Let me just lock the do-”

“Already did it.” She said, standing up.

He chuckled and then glanced at the kitchen, “I’ll put the food aw-”

“Did that too.” She then put her hand on his back, guiding him upstairs, “I figured I’d do it considering I haven’t been doing it these past few days.”

He once again chuckled, feeling giddy at how she was eager to go to sleep with him, but he wasn’t going to voice that, “Did you put a plastic wrapper before putting it away?”

She nodded as she opened her bedroom door, “Of course. I’ve seen you do it a million times. I may have gone overboard though.”

As she closed the door, he lifted the blankets and placed himself underneath it and turned the lamp on while F/n turned the main light off. He then reached over his notebook that was on top of the nightstand, opening to a page that had many tally marks. 

F/n was curious as to what he was writing. She laid down next to him, placing her hands under her head, occasionally peeking at the notebook. She asked a question that caught the male off guard, “If we were to live in a normal world, what would you choose to major in?”

He glanced at her before looking at his notebook, a coat of blush on his cheeks as he felt embarrassed, “W-well…I’m not exactly sure.”

She continued to stare at him and her gaze made him feel shy, “Sometimes I-I want to be a writer, then other times…I want to help people. I always had that presence that made people feel safe…so I hoped to put that in use. I know that sounds silly! Maybe even dumb! But if it makes people happy, then I’m happy.”

She hummed, her eyes shifting to the ceiling. He was completely different from her and maybe that's why she fell for him. In a way, he almost reminded her of her mother; always the one to help people and part of it was due to the fact she was a doctor, but despite being in a complicated relationship, she always had a smile plastered on her face.

“What about you?” He had already placed his notebook away, after marking today's date and laid down on his side so he was facing her, “What did you want to be?”

She thought about it before shrugging, “Nothing.”

His brows furrowed, “Nothing? Isn’t there something you’ve always wanted to do? Something you like, as in a hobby?”

Something she liked? Fighting, obviously, but if she had to choose something that was considered normal in society she’d have to say, “The military.”

“The military?” He said puzzled, though what was he suspecting? He should have already known she would say something like that.

“Precisely.” She said, readjusting her arms as she could feel them tingling. 

Izuku had hummed at that, his eyes casting down to the bed sheets. He often liked to daydream, and by often, he meant everyday. He was doing it right now, wondering how their life would have been like. Would she stay home and cook the meals? He doubted that as he figured it would be him doing all that. 

If she were to be in the military, then she would be deployed and be away for some time which honestly upsetted the male. He had no reason to be upset as this was only a daydream, yet still, he didn’t think he would be able to go through months without his favorite person. That had caused a blush to grow on him and he was thankful for the room being dark.

“If you were to join it, then you would be gone for months.” He quietly spoke.

“Yeah, I guess.” She shruggingly said. Her next comment had the male’s heart stirring, “Maybe I should choose a different path to be closer to you, right? Or heck, maybe we’d both join. You can be my personal nurse or something.”

He hummed in content and turned around to where his back was facing her. He had pulled the blankets to his face as he didn’t want his blush to leave just yet. He did, like the idea that he would be her personal nurse.

She sniffled as her eyes were glued to him. How lucky was she to have a guy like Izuku? To find someone like him. 

She let a breath come out of her nose as she once again adjusted her position. She fully laid down, letting the blankets not surround her as she wouldn't need it. Without haste, she nudged her arm underneath the male's head while the other one laid across him and let out a calm sigh.

Despite the male feeling tired, his heart was beating rapidly. His hand came up to reach hers and he held it closely to his chest, feeling warm, “I love you.”

She blinked. Her eyes stared at the back of his head before she then planted a kiss to his exposed nape and closed her eyes, “I love you more.”

A tired smile was displayed on his face before his hooded eyes finally closed and let slumber consume him where his mind would play with his dreams. As long as he was in the arms of the girl he loved, he had nothing to worry about. He

An hour went by. Nothing but soft snores could be heard and the occasional ticking clock that was hung on her wall. The faint sounds of people chattering on their night shifts could also be heard, but it was faintly. 

Her eyes swiftly opened. Feeling Izuku’s heart calmly beating, let her know he was still asleep. She slowly removed her arm that was underneath his head, letting a soft groan out as it had fallen asleep. She then moved her other arm that was lying next to Izuku’s hand as he had let go when he fell asleep. 

She then began to sit up though she stopped her movement when she felt him stir. She quickly grabbed her pillow to place it behind him and thankfully it did the job as he once again fell asleep. 

She internally let out a sigh of relief as she fully removed herself from the bed and left the room. She headed downstairs towards the kitchen, where she then kneeled and opened the cabinets and grabbed her duffel bag. 

Lastly putting her shoes on, she exited her home and carefully made her way to the gate, avoiding those who were up securing the place. Hanta’s death had brought something to her. You can’t avoid death, you can’t continue to mourn over the dead, so why not be prepared to not let it happen again. Be one step ahead while the others are thousands steps behind. 

She didn’t know it, but she was gradually becoming her father. She would soon be catching up to him if she continued to have the same mindset he embedded her with. She had no clue as she thought it was normal, but perhaps Izuku would manage to break her free. 

Though that was only wishful thinking.  

She picked up a thick rock, throwing it in the air a couple times before swiftly hurling it to the side of the house where she was hiding. The rock had managed to hit a mailbox, alerting one of the citizens who was on night duty.

As he checked the noise out, F/n quickly headed to the watchtower where no one resided. She noted that no one was allowed to be up there after dark and she assumed the reason for that being was so they wouldn't get hurt from any bandits. 

From afar, you could only see the walls, not a light was in sight as Nezu wanted to prevent the rotters from being attracted to the community. 

She quickly climbed the ladder and once she reached the top she stayed low as she used the pole that held the walls together and climbed down until she reached the bottom of the other side. Her bag made little noise, the pills rattled against the ammo. 

She used the houses to stay covered, only using the moonlight as a source of light until she made her way to the burned neighborhood. A while back, she had managed to find a house that was partly burned and contained a basement. She figured no one would come to scavenge a neighborhood that had been burned as everything had perished. 

The rotters nearby had fallen asleep and the girl found it weird at how they hardly move during the night. It's almost like their human instincts were still there. She ignored them as she continued onward, only killing those that loudly moaned as she didn’t want them to alert anybody else nearby. 

Once she reached the neighborhood, she used her flashlight, setting the light on the lowest as she looked for a mailbox she had marked with the rotter's blood. She walked by a couple houses until she found it and entered through the window as she had blocked the door beforehand. 

Seeing the furniture still in front of the door meant no one came in. She closed the window behind her and carefully made her way through the house, inspecting it just in case. She went room to room and upon seeing nothing strange she placed her bag on the floor, opened it up and began to work.

She took out a watch, a couple batteries, clothespins, tape, copper wire, and a yarn of string. She then took out a couple rusty nails and moved to both of the bedrooms. She grabbed any spare blankets and walked back to the living room, grabbing a chair on her way.

She placed the wooden chair near the side of the window and with the rusty nails she grabbed the end of the blanket, poked the nail through it and held it to the corner of the window where she used the back of her flashlight as a hammer. 

The banging wasn’t loud, but every nose she thought she heard had her pausing and continued when she made sure it was safe. She made sure that nothing could peek in or out as she now claimed the home. 

Once all windows from the kitchen and living room were covered she let her light stand as she grabbed the end of the couches that she had previously placed next to the front door. She grunted as she moved it across the tile floor. She pushed it towards the bedroom doors as she no longer needed it. She then went back, grabbing the other couch and placing it to the other door. 

With the remaining furniture, she also placed it next to the bedroom and bathroom, making sure that if one fell, the others would too. As that was finished she moved to sit in the middle of the empty living room where her duffel bags sat.

With the watch she pulled out, she noted she had a couple hours until the sun would rise. 

She wiped her forehead from the sweat before grabbing the batteries, tape and wooden clothespin. She sniffled as she placed each battery on the bottom of the pins and used the taped to secure it. She made sure the tape wasn’t wrapped around, only using enough so that it wouldn’t block the wire that held the pin together. 

She then held it in front of her eyes, smiling as it looked perfect to her. She grabbed another pin and proceeded to do the same until she had three. She picked up the copper wires next and with the tape, she placed a side of the wire to the end of the battery. She also used the tape to hold the wire to the clothespin.

Finally, with the yarn, she stood up and headed to the front door. She taped one pin to the side of the wall, cut a string of yarn with her knife, placed it carefully so the pin would pinch it and then headed to the other side where she did the same. 

She took a step back, admiring her work. She let out a small airy laugh at the tripwire she made. She wondered if her father felt proud of what she had done. The trap, when being tipped, would set the entire building on fire. It wouldn’t start off as an explosion, the fire would start off small until it would reach the blankets that were hanged above, then onto the roof finally making the fire huge. 

She grabbed the other set of pins she made and headed down the basement with her duffel bag in hand. She placed the duffel bag in the room. She took one last glance at the painkillers, ammo, pistol and cans of food before proceeding to trap the basement. 

Just in case someone managed to get through a different entrance, the basement would have a spare one. She’d rather lose her stuff than have someone else take it.

For how she would get out, she used the same window and closed it behind her, the curtain of a blanket fluttered from the wind before settling back to its previous position. 

She took in a breath, her eyes glancing around as she then looked to the end of the street. She had a map in her back pocket and she took it out, her hands clenching on it as she grabbed her knife and ran down the streets. 

It would take at least an hour and thirty minutes until she reached her designation and she would still have time before the sun would arrive. 

The cold wind slapped against her face as her heart and mind were racing. She knew it wasn’t a good idea, but she needed to know. She needed to know if Hanta’s body was decaying or if the rotters had eaten every last piece of him. 

All she needed was closure.

[sereia1313]

VOICEMAIL:

For sesskag.

“A million dollars? I’d fuck him for a plate of spaghetti and a mismatched pair of socks.”

I shouldn't expect anything less than chaos from you @mrfeenysmustache but I can't even complain because this prompt is AMAZING! Also, I managed to work in a sweater vest for you 😉😉😉.

SessKag - “A million dollars? I’d fuck him for a plate of spaghetti and a mismatched pair of socks.”

“So what do you think of the new prof?” Yuka asked. Kagome could tell she was grinning even without looking up from her notebook, choosing not to answer.

Not that she needed to; Ayumi and Eri were giggling too much for her to get a word in edgewise, anyway. No one would know they were in their final year of university instead of high school, with how they never stopped gossiping about boys. 

And Professor Taisho was no boy.

She was surprised her friends were passing the class, considering how often they talked about him. She understood why. The professor was over six feet of toned muscle, clad in thin-rimmed glasses and a sweater vest, and there was a neverending conversation about how they wanted to corrupt him. 

Kagome had signed up for his class because he was the leading historian in Japanese mythology. She wanted to write children’s books, to turn real legends into stories that would capture their imagination. But she needed a degree in history first.

Looking down at her notebook, she made a face. She’d drawn him again. She retraced the line of his jaw, adding a bit of shadow behind his ears. Her friends were the ones who talked about him, but she was the one who was distracted.

It was the eyes that did it. 

Kagome had always been curious as a child, but there was something about Professor Taisho’s eyes, something about his knowledge of deities and demons that went beyond simple studying. It drew her in again and again, to the point where her hand had a mind of its own, filling her notebook with sketches of him from all angles. 

“Would it kill you to take a break from studying for five minutes?” Eri whined.

Yuka scoffed, nudging her in the ribs. “Yeah, right. You could offer her a million dollars to get naked with him, and she’d turn it down.”

Hiding her doodle, Kagome leaned back with a grin. “A million dollars? I’d fuck him for a plate of spaghetti and a mismatched pair of socks.” Their jaws fell open at her confession, squirming in their seats as she laughed. “Wasn’t that what you wanted to hear?”

A cough sounded from behind them, and Kagome whirled around, coming face to face with the subject of their discussion. His vest was lavender today, and he placed her most recent essay on the table next to her. She swallowed a groan, attempting to slam her notebook shut as her friends scrambled away in embarrassment. 

“I would advise you to spend more time on your studies, but I cannot deny your expertise in the subject matter.” 

Kagome flushed. “Thanks, professor. I kinda like your class.”

“So I have noticed.” He leaned closer, tapping her notebook. “Your notes are meticulous.” The heat increased as she realized she hadn’t shut it fully, landing on a sketch of him half turned away from the board, coiffed hair covering one eye.

“It helps me focus,” she said lamely. She’d never pass his course now. He’d probably report her for harassment.

He turned the book around, inspecting the lines of her drawing, and Kagome swallowed thickly, able to smell his cologne at this proximity. Something flashed in his eyes, the edge of his lips twitching. “You will likely find a better angle during my office hours,” he said, tone smug.

Kagome gaped, certain she’d misheard him. “What?” 

The twitch turned into a smirk. “I am not a fan of spaghetti, though, so you will have to find another type of cuisine to entice me.”

Her mouth snapped shut, the heat in her face returning for a different reason, and he closed her notebook, then tapped the 100 on the front of her essay. “Keep up the good work, Higurashi.” He continued on his way, handing out the rest of the assignments, but he didn’t linger with anyone else, and she was left wondering if she’d imagined the entire thing.

As he made his way to the front of the room, he caught her eye again, flecks of gold shining through hazel, and he tilted his head to match the drawing he’d been looking at.

Apparently, Professor Taisho was not only tempting but a tease, and Kagome wasn’t sure she would survive the semester.

“So what do you think of the new prof?” Yuka asked. Kagome could tell she was grinning even without looking up from her notebook, choosing not to answer.

Not that she needed to; Ayumi and Eri were giggling too much for her to get a word in edgewise, anyway. No one would know they were in their final year of university instead of high school, with how they never stopped gossiping about boys. 

And Professor Taisho was no boy.

She was surprised her friends were passing the class, considering how often they talked about him. She understood why. The professor was over six feet of toned muscle, clad in thin-rimmed glasses and a sweater vest, and there was a neverending conversation about how they wanted to corrupt him. 

Kagome had signed up for his class because he was the leading historian in Japanese mythology. She wanted to write children’s books, to turn real legends into stories that would capture their imagination. But she needed a degree in history first.

Looking down at her notebook, she made a face. She’d drawn him again. She retraced the line of his jaw, adding a bit of shadow behind his ears. Her friends were the ones who talked about him, but she was the one who was distracted.

It was the eyes that did it. 

Kagome had always been curious as a child, but there was something about Professor Taisho’s eyes, something about his knowledge of deities and demons that went beyond simple studying. It drew her in again and again, to the point where her hand had a mind of its own, filling her notebook with sketches of him from all angles. 

“Would it kill you to take a break from studying for five minutes?” Eri whined.

Yuka scoffed, nudging her in the ribs. “Yeah, right. You could offer her a million dollars to get naked with him, and she’d turn it down.”

Hiding her doodle, Kagome leaned back with a grin. “A million dollars? I’d fuck him for a plate of spaghetti and a mismatched pair of socks.” Their jaws fell open at her confession, squirming in their seats as she laughed. “Wasn’t that what you wanted to hear?”

A cough sounded from behind them, and Kagome whirled around, coming face to face with the subject of their discussion. His vest was lavender today, and he placed her most recent essay on the table next to her. She swallowed a groan, attempting to slam her notebook shut as her friends scrambled away in embarrassment. 

“I would advise you to spend more time on your studies, but I cannot deny your expertise in the subject matter.” 

Kagome flushed. “Thanks, professor. I kinda like your class.”

“So I have noticed.” He leaned closer, tapping her notebook. “Your notes are meticulous.” The heat increased as she realized she hadn’t shut it fully, landing on a sketch of him half turned away from the board, coiffed hair covering one eye.

“It helps me focus,” she said lamely. She’d never pass his course now. He’d probably report her for harassment.

He turned the book around, inspecting the lines of her drawing, and Kagome swallowed thickly, able to smell his cologne at this proximity. Something flashed in his eyes, the edge of his lips twitching. “You will likely find a better angle during my office hours,” he said, tone smug.

Kagome gaped, certain she’d misheard him. “What?” 

The twitch turned into a smirk. “I am not a fan of spaghetti, though, so you will have to find another type of cuisine to entice me.”

Her mouth snapped shut, the heat in her face returning for a different reason, and he closed her notebook, then tapped the 100 on the front of her essay. “Keep up the good work, Higurashi.” He continued on his way, handing out the rest of the assignments, but he didn’t linger with anyone else, and she was left wondering if she’d imagined the entire thing.

As he made his way to the front of the room, he caught her eye again, flecks of gold shining through hazel, and he tilted his head to match the drawing he’d been looking at.

Apparently, Professor Taisho was not only tempting but a tease, and Kagome wasn’t sure she would survive the semester.

“So what do you think of the new prof?” Yuka asked. Kagome could tell she was grinning even without looking up from her notebook, choosing not to answer.

Not that she needed to; Ayumi and Eri were giggling too much for her to get a word in edgewise, anyway. No one would know they were in their final year of university instead of high school, with how they never stopped gossiping about boys. 

And Professor Taisho was no boy.

She was surprised her friends were passing the class, considering how often they talked about him. She understood why. The professor was over six feet of toned muscle, clad in thin-rimmed glasses and a sweater vest, and there was a neverending conversation about how they wanted to corrupt him. 

Kagome had signed up for his class because he was the leading historian in Japanese mythology. She wanted to write children’s books, to turn real legends into stories that would capture their imagination. But she needed a degree in history first.

Looking down at her notebook, she made a face. She’d drawn him again. She retraced the line of his jaw, adding a bit of shadow behind his ears. Her friends were the ones who talked about him, but she was the one who was distracted.

It was the eyes that did it. 

Kagome had always been curious as a child, but there was something about Professor Taisho’s eyes, something about his knowledge of deities and demons that went beyond simple studying. It drew her in again and again, to the point where her hand had a mind of its own, filling her notebook with sketches of him from all angles. 

“Would it kill you to take a break from studying for five minutes?” Eri whined.

Yuka scoffed, nudging her in the ribs. “Yeah, right. You could offer her a million dollars to get naked with him, and she’d turn it down.”

Hiding her doodle, Kagome leaned back with a grin. “A million dollars? I’d fuck him for a plate of spaghetti and a mismatched pair of socks.” Their jaws fell open at her confession, squirming in their seats as she laughed. “Wasn’t that what you wanted to hear?”

A cough sounded from behind them, and Kagome whirled around, coming face to face with the subject of their discussion. His vest was lavender today, and he placed her most recent essay on the table next to her. She swallowed a groan, attempting to slam her notebook shut as her friends scrambled away in embarrassment. 

“I would advise you to spend more time on your studies, but I cannot deny your expertise in the subject matter.” 

Kagome flushed. “Thanks, professor. I kinda like your class.”

“So I have noticed.” He leaned closer, tapping her notebook. “Your notes are meticulous.” The heat increased as she realized she hadn’t shut it fully, landing on a sketch of him half turned away from the board, coiffed hair covering one eye.

“It helps me focus,” she said lamely. She’d never pass his course now. He’d probably report her for harassment.

He turned the book around, inspecting the lines of her drawing, and Kagome swallowed thickly, able to smell his cologne at this proximity. Something flashed in his eyes, the edge of his lips twitching. “You will likely find a better angle during my office hours,” he said, tone smug.

Kagome gaped, certain she’d misheard him. “What?” 

The twitch turned into a smirk. “I am not a fan of spaghetti, though, so you will have to find another type of cuisine to entice me.”

Her mouth snapped shut, the heat in her face returning for a different reason, and he closed her notebook, then tapped the 100 on the front of her essay. “Keep up the good work, Higurashi.” He continued on his way, handing out the rest of the assignments, but he didn’t linger with anyone else, and she was left wondering if she’d imagined the entire thing.

As he made his way to the front of the room, he caught her eye again, flecks of gold shining through hazel, and he tilted his head to match the drawing he’d been looking at.

Apparently, Professor Taisho was not only tempting but a tease, and Kagome wasn’t sure she would survive the semester.

Thanks for the prompt!

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[fearfully-fiction]

Ashmore Estates-Alex Schroeder x Reader

word count:2,395

warnings: nothing really, light fluff, mentions of fear of heights

summary: Based off of season 4, episode 6 of DF. so all credit goes to the crew, the show, and the channel/network. It is Alex's turn to choose a location and everyone is in anticipation. And the pit stop he's chosen may or may not be something you're comfortable with.

Part one of my new series is here! I do truly hope you enjoy it and are excited about this series. I'm sorry if these get put out slower than usual, I just started school, so just bear with me.

I love you to the moon and to Saturn!

-M.G

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You sat in the RV on the way to a location unknown as per usual. Though knowing it was Alex’s turn to pick the location was quite nerve-wracking. He hadn’t let you in on anything, not even the slightest detail. The one thing you did know, was that he was very excited about it, and that scared you even more. Nothing about this seemed normal, and you were dying to know where he was taking you. 

You looked at him and sighed. “Al-” you started. “Nope, no, I’m not saying a thing,” he interrupted you, knowing exactly what you were going to ask him. You huffed and crossed your arms. “You don’t even know what I was gonna say,” you said to him and it was his turn to sigh. “Seriously? You’ve asked only about 8 million times in the last 31 hours,” he scoffed. Chelsea, tanner, and Dakota chuckled. “I'm with her on this, I want a hint of some sort,” Chelsea said and looked at Alex with a raised brow. “Not until later,” Alex stuck to his plan. “You’re no fun,” you whined and poked his arm. “I’m fun, I have a great spot for you guys to stop at while I tell everyone about the location,” he informed you and tossed an arm over your shoulder. 

It wasn’t long before you pulled up to the place and got out of the RV. “I’m small enough compared to you giants. What is this place?” you questioned and looked at your boyfriend like he was crazy. Everyone laughed and tanner ruffled your hair, you swatted his hand away. “You’ll have fun I promise,” Alex said and kissed the top of your head. 

“Oh hush, I know I will. I’m with these two fools, and Chelsea of course,” you said and nudged her side and she laughed softly. Tanner and Dakota looked at you in mock offense. “Fools?” they questioned simultaneously. “Fools,” you confirmed with a large grin. 

“Oh, you’re gonna get it,” Dakota said. You noticed that he was about to run and so of course you sprinted away from him. You could hear him running after you and you laughed breathlessly. About halfway across the parking lot he caught you and picked you up and spun you around until you begged him to stop. You let out a yelp and laughed as he set you down, trying to gain your balance back. “I still think you’re a fool,” you whispered and he looked at you with a look as if saying ‘what did you say?’. “I said nothing,” you said and shrugged before quickly walking back to the group. 

“Alright, I’ll see you guys in a bit, go have fun on big objects,” he gestured to what was in front of him and behind you. You chuckled before kissing his cheek. “Love you, Alex,” you said while watching him walk away. 

“Shall we?” you asked and pointed to the attraction. “We shall,” Tanner answered and you chuckled before linking arms with Chelsea and making your way back across the parking lot. 

As you walked across the lot you saw a large chair and to your surprise a mailbox. “Imagine the packages you could get in there!” Chelsea said and you laughed. “For some reason, I feel the need to climb that chair despite my crippling fear of heights,” you pointed out and directed the camera toward the chair. “I’d pay to see that,” Tanner laughed and so did you. “You just want to see me fall off of it,” you jabbed back and he looked at you with a hurt expression. “Is that what you think?” he asked in surprise. “That’s just what I know,” you smiled brightly at him. He grinned at you, “Alright, alright, you know me too well,” he said. “I know,” you said and they laughed. 

You walked further in and came across a giant pencil. “Look at the pencil!” Tanner exclaimed and you chuckled. “Tanner we finally found something that is taller than you!” you proclaimed excitedly. He tossed a glare your way while Chelsea and Dakota laughed. Chelsea jumped to try and touch the eraser and when she couldn’t you decided to try. “Ok, wait! I need to try!” you said and set your camera down. You stood under the pencil and did a couple of test hops before you jumped as high as you could. Ultimately not reaching your goal. “Damn it,” you huffed and they all shook their heads. “Sorry, I guess you’re just too small,” Dakota teased you and you glared at him. “Don’t worry I couldn’t do it either,” Chels reminded you and wrapped an arm around your shoulder. 

“Oh my gosh, it’s a big ass bird cage!” you enthusiastically pointed at it before running toward it. “It has a swing!” you said excitedly and sat down on the seat before swinging yourself back and forth. “She is so easily entertained, I don’t understand honestly,” Tanner shook his head. “Right, I mean, it’s just a swing,” Dakota said. “I think it’s cute,” Chelsea said as she watched you happily swing in the cage. 

“Alright, move, we want to swing too,” Dakota said and you got off of the swing so they could sit down. Chelsea hopped on the side of it and you smiled. “This is like, the cutest thing we’ve ever done,” Dakota stated and you chuckled a bit. “Not gonna lie here, you guys do look adorable right now,” you said and smiled at them. “I need pictures!” you exclaimed before holding your phone with one hand and taking a few pictures of them. “I need a picture with everyone,” you said. They all sighed jokingly. “C’mon, you know you love me,” you joked and they all agreed. 

Tanner sat on the swing and you hopped on behind him. You had a foot on either side of him as you held on so you wouldn’t fall. You both smiled widely as Chelsea took the picture. Next up, it was you and Dakota. It was an awkward and hard-to-hold pose but you made it work. You were determined to be taller than him and so you sat on your knees on the swing right next to him. He had his arm around your waist to steady you as you rested your head atop his. Your smiles were wide as you tried not to laugh and fall off. He helped you down and next it was you and Chelsea. Seeing as you never wanted a normal pose you and Chelsea both stood on the swing. “We better get this before we both fall off,” she joked and you laughed loudly and smiled over at her. And later on, you found that that was the picture. You smiling over at her while she smiled at the camera. It was one of your favorite pictures you had with her. 

Dakota was the last one on the swing, and Chelsea took the opportunity to close the cage door. “I’ve always just wanted to-” she spoke as she shut the door on him. And you all laughed. “He makes a great bird,” Chelsea joked and you laughed loudly. “A beautiful bird,” you agreed teasingly. 

“Now, to ascend the giant mailbox!” you declared and they chuckled. You all made your way up to the top and you smiled at the view from up there. 

“What do you think Alex is talking about right now?” Dakota wondered aloud. “Probably the usual,” you shrugged. “Yeah, probably something depressing and scary,” Tanner added and you softly laughed. “It has to be that,” you pointed over at him and smiled. “Ok, I think the adrenaline of climbing a giant mailbox has worn off. I’m literally about to panic. Can we get down now?” you questioned and they all nodded. “Right, c’mon let’s get you back onto the ground,” Tanner said and took your hand to guide you back down.

As you walked back down to the parking lot to meet up with your boyfriend you smiled at the thought of him being so excited. 

You saw him by the RV and took off in a light sprint. He chuckled at you and opened his arms for you. You crashed into him and he huffed at the impact, laughing breathlessly as he kept you both from falling over. “Hey, babe,” he said and he heard your muffled hello against his neck. You pulled back and smiled up at him. “Did you have fun?” he asked, and you nodded your head. “Yeah, I did. Got lots of good pictures too,” you told him giddily and he smiled at how happy you looked. He leaned down and pressed a kiss on your forehead. “Good, I’m glad,” he said and hugged you close again. 

The others joined you and you smiled brightly at them, “ready guys?” you asked and they all nodded before following you into the RV. You sat next to Alex on the couch and Chelsea sat down next to you. Alex tossed his arm around your shoulder to fit you snuggly against his side, and to make more room for Chelsea. 

It was a few minutes into the journey when everyone turned their cameras back on. “Alex is in control!” Dakota exclaimed and you smiled up at him. “You have a little pep in your step today,” Chelsea teasingly pointed out and you chuckled. “We’re all excited. It’s not just me,” Alex said and you laughed. “Everyone’s excited about this,” he added and you shook your head. “What?” Tanner asked, “Honestly, like you couldn’t actually believe that,” you joked and looked at him. 

“Let’s do a poll. Tanner, how do you feel about Alex picking?” Dakota asked. “Not very comfortable in the slightest,” He states and you nod in agreement. “That’s only one out of the four. Dakota?” he asked his friend. “I’m nervous as hell,” he expressed and you smiled. “And Chelsea?” Alex asked. “You freak me out a little bit, man,” Chelsea answered and you chuckled. “Ok, y/n?” he questioned you. “Honestly, you’re being a little too excited for me to be excited about this,” you told him, “your excitement scares me,” you said and he chuckled. 

“You keep smiling like something is up,” Chelsea stated. Alex shrugged his shoulders and you rolled your eyes. “Oh no,” you mumbled and he smiled down at you. “I’m just gonna break it to you guys right now. For my haunted location, we will be doing solos the entire night, with no flashlights,” he broke the news and your jaw dropped a bit.  “What is wrong with you?” you question in exasperation. Everyone groaned in protest, “That’s the worst idea ever,” Tanner complained. 

“I just don’t know Alex, about your decisions, your ideas,” Chelsea said to him and you chuckled. “I’m with Chelsea here, the things you do for your locations can be questionable,” you said and everyone snickered. 

“We are in the middle of nowhere, like, where the hell are you taking us?” Dakota queried. 

“We have been sitting in this RV for a very long time now, and I do have something planned for us. Right now we are on our way to an abandoned grain silo that has been renovated into a rock-climbing facility,” Alex explained his plan for you all. “How tall is this?” Tanner asked. 

“The tallest one is about 65 feet,” Alex said and your eyes widened. “This sounds pretty intimidating,” Dakota said and you nodded your head. “Very intimidating, I hate heights,” you told him and gave him a tight-lipped smile. “I’m sorry babe, but there is a competition involved. Whoever gets up the highest will win this competition and it may or may not tip the odds in your favor for the overnight,” Alex informed you. “Damn it, you know how competitive I am,” you shook your head. He squeezed you tightly and kissed your head. 

“So, like, whoever wins, whoever gets the highest won’t have to do a solo?” Dakota asked hopefully. “No, no, no, no. That’s funny. That’s really funny,” Alex said and you lightly hit his chest. “That would be a great reward for me,” Dakota spoke up again. “What is it?” you asked Alex. “Let’s just say, you are going to want to try and get to the top. You wanna win, trust me,” he told you. “I definitely don’t trust you but ok,” you countered.

“I don’t know what’s scarier. Climbing this high in an abandoned silo, or not winning the contest,” Dakota said. 

You put your cameras down and you sighed. You were nervous about climbing so high. You hated heights and Alex knew this about you, but he also knew how competitive you were and obviously hoped that would outweigh your fear. Surprise, surprise: it didn’t. 

You didn’t want to do this, and honestly, you didn’t trust Alex’s little advantage. You knew him a bit too well, to know that it was something good. 

He looked down at you and noticed your brow begin furrowed. He lifted his hand and let his thumb smooth out the crease between your eyebrows. Your eyes darted up to look at him when you felt his touch. “What’s up babe, you ok?” he asked and you instinctively leaned closer to him. “I just really hate heights,” you said and rested your head on his shoulder. “You’ll be ok babe, I won’t let anything happen ok, and if you feel like you need to come back down that’s fine, you know no one will be upset with you,” he explained to you and stroked your hair to soothe you. “I know, I just- I hate losing too,” you said and he laughed softly. “I know babe, maybe Dakota will give up before you,” Alex joked and it was your turn to laugh quietly. 

“I heard that,” Dakota said and you laughed again. “Sorry, Dak,” you said and he rolled his eyes. You hid your face in Alex’s shoulder as you laughed quietly and he smiled down at you. “ I love you (y/n),” Alex spoke softly. “I love you too Alex,” you said and leaned up to kiss him softly. 

The rest of the drive was short, and as you came to a stop you looked outside and sighed. “Oh shit,” you mumbled to yourself knowing that your fear would eventually kick in. 

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