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loveelle · 2 years ago

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Wedding Bells

Jim Halpert x Reader

Request: ive just read your jim fics and omg!!! could i submit a request where him and the reader have been dating for a while and he’s planning to propose to her and the whole office knows and are trying to hype him up to do it and stuff?? right it’s time to reread your jim fics🥺

A/N: I’m sorry for how I ended it, I just cannot physically write a proposal scene lol

WC: 2.8K

Master

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And… send.

You smile to yourself as you watch your email go through, the last little bit of work you had to do before the day was over and it was only barely noon. The rest of the work could be done Monday which means it was the perfect relax day… it also means your job is pretty sad when you can blow off full days of work but at the moment you didn’t care.

You push yourself out from your desk, spinning your chair around and quickly catching the eye of your boyfriend seated just to your right. Jim smiles behind his palm, watching you grab your coffee mug and stand. His eyes remain locked with yours as you move around him, and he tips his head back right in time for you to dip yours to kiss him. Your noses bump as you pull away with a silent giggle as not to disturb anyone who is actually working. Before you can leave, Jim hands you his coffee cup with a pleasing look and you roll your eyes before taking it.

Jim watches as you head to the kitchen, never letting his smile fade. You set the mugs on the counter, start the coffee and then turn to head to the restroom. The moment you were out of Jim’s sight, he leaps out of his chair and over to Pam’s desk.

Pam was just finishing an email of her own when Jim arrives, pushing a small velvet box behind her nameplate and glancing quickly around the room to make sure no one is looking. When she’s ready to talk to him, Jim opens the box before she can speak. She’s stunned as she stares at the beautiful engagement ring sitting inside.

Jim takes her shocked expression with a little bit of worry as he leans on her desk, hiding his fear behind his smile. “Wow, Jim,” Pam finally says as he glances to make sure the coast is clear and you were still in the restroom, “I mean, I’m honored but you do know I have a fiancé and you have a girlfriend, right?” Pam jokes,

Jim rolls his eyes. “Haha.” He fake laughs before focusing on the ring. “But seriously, what do you think?”

Pam can’t hide her smile any longer. “She’s gonna love it.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes!” She says a little louder than she or Jim wanted, but both were too excited to care. “Are you kidding me? This is going to look so beautiful on her finger. Have you thought about how you’re going to do it?”

He thought a lot about it. A lot. “Well, I was thinking about-“

“You’re proposing to Pam?” Kevin’s voice surprises everyone in the office as the man stands next to copier and Oscar, his mouth hanging open in shock and his previous conversation with Oscar having dropped.

As soon as Kevin’s words reach the ears of the rest of the office, work falls to the back of their minds. Kelly is the loudest, squealing as she drags Ryan away from his desk to look at the ring and Ryan has no choice but to follow. Meredith is right behind them with a low “nice” as she claps and by the time the three of them arrive at Pam’s desk, Phyllis is there too and Creed lurks in the back, much like Angela was doing over the partition between Reception and Accounting. All of them beg Jim to let them see the ring.

Jim is struggling to see over the masses as he worriedly watches the door to the kitchen to see if you left the bathroom. “No!” He tells them all, whispering and yet yelling as best as he could. “I’m not proposing to Pam, I’m proposing to Y/N.”

Bouts of ‘oh’s and ‘that makes sense’ come from each of his coworkers as Jim breathes out in relief. He looks to Pam who is shaking her head in apology to Jim and he returns the gesture.

To make Jim’s predicament worse, Michael steps out of his office. “What is going on here?” He puts his hands on his hips, glancing between his workers and yet focusing on Jim, whose back was still turned and, although he couldn’t see, face was scrunched up.

Creed spoke up first. “The tall guy got engaged.”

Michael takes a harsh breath. “To be married?”

Jim turns around, eyes wide. “No!” He says, making Michael’s brows furrow. “I mean, yes, but not yet- I haven’t, um…” He looks back to the door, knowing you should walk out any second. Michael hadn’t said anything yet, only staring at Jim and the ring in his hand. Jim was growing more anxious with each passing moment of silent.

Phyllis reaches out and places her hand gently on Jim’s back. “She’s going to love it.” Jim relaxes at Phyllis’ reassurance.

“Thank you, Phyllis,” He tells her with a small smile before clearing his throat and closing the ring box, slipping it into his back pocket, “now if everyone can do me a favor and keep their voices down, I’d appreciate it.”

Everyone listens to him, saying their final congrats and walks away, talking quietly about weddings and marriage and Jim hopes the conversation stops when you come around. Looking back at Michael, Jim stares back at him with a flat smile, waiting for his boss to do something but Michael just stands there. It isn’t until the doors to the kitchen open up and you walk out with two freshly made cups of coffee does Michael finally look away from Jim and towards you. Jim doesn’t realize what Michael is doing until he takes his first few steps.

“Michael!” Jim calls out and it catches your attention as you look up from your careful coffee walk to see your boss walking your way with almost wet eyes and a budding smile. His arms are around you quickly, making you stumble back a few steps with wide eyes. The coffee in Jim and your cups spill out a little, burning your hands as you hiss. Jim wasn’t long behind Michael and he grabs the cups from your hands and wipes as much of the coffee off your hands with his own.

You appreciate Jim’s actions, but your boss still clinging onto you confuses you more than anything. No one says anything, in fact, the entire office is watching, each with conflicting faces on whether they should help. You look between Jim’s slightly irritated face he is directing at Michael over to Pam who is sitting behind her desk with her face buried in her hands as she shakes her head. Nothing made any sense to you at the moment.

“I was gone for 5 minutes.” Michael doesn’t release you from his hold until you tap his shoulder. “Michael? Could you um, could you let me go?” He doesn’t. “Michael.”

“I’m sorry.” He sounds like he was crying. “I’m sorry!” He finally pulls away and you learn he is actually crying. “I’m just really excited!”

“For… what?” You weren’t really sure whether you wanted to know.

Michael was about to speak again before Jim claps him over the shoulders and pulls him away from him. “Michael was just telling us about his plans for the weekend.”

Michael nods, going along with Jim’s idea. “Yup!” He cheers. “I’ve got a date.” You raise your brows, not knowing what else to say. “A hot date. Super-hot. She’s super hot. Think Jan and then about a million times ho- A million times hotter-”

“Okay, Michael?” Jim interrupts, knowing Michael was going to ramble a bit more if he didn’t stop him. Michael does thankfully stop, clasping his mouth shut. “We’re going to get back to work.” Jim points over his shoulders towards the two of your desks. Michael lets you go, but not without a quick last hug to you and a slightly longer hug to Jim before he’s heading back into his office.

You meet Jim’s eyes with a curious smile, wondering what the hell the last few minutes were but Jim only smiles at you and glances down to your hands. “How’s your hands?” He mumbles, stepping a little closer and taking your hands in his. They had a slight burn to them from your coffee spill, but other than that, you were fine.

“They’ll be better once you tell me what was just happening.” Jim chuckles lightly before swinging one of his arms, with your hand still in his, over your shoulder to walk you back to your desk without an answer to your question. He pulls out your chair for you as you fall into it and once Jim is back in his desk, he throws a wink your way that makes your cheeks heat up before you finally get back to work, completely aware of the several glances Jim was throwing your way and yet, completely unaware of the glances from everyone else in the office.

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“Tuna!” Jim’s eyes widen as he steps out of the bathroom to the sound of Andy calling him with an ear-to-ear grin. Andy was sitting at the table with Kevin, both of them sipping on their respective drinks as Andy starts singing, “Tuna. Tuuuna! Tuna, Tuna, Tuna, Tuuuunnaaaaa! Tu-“

“What is it, Andy?” Jim says louder than Andy’s singing as the man finally stops but his grin never falls.

“So, how are you going to propose to Lady Tuna?”

Jim opens the fridge as his face scrunches at Andy’s nickname for you. “Firstly, don’t call her that. And I don’t really know, I haven’t put much thought into it.” He has, but Andy and Kevin don’t really need to know that.

Andy chokes on his drink. “You haven’t thought about it?” He states loudly, slamming his cup back down on the table. “You haven’t thought about it?!” Wincing at his volume, Jim puts his finger to his lips, ushering his coworker to keep his voice down.

“But you really haven’t thought about it?” Kevin joins in the conversation. “I mean, you know you should have a plan before you propose, right?”

Jim shakes his head in resignation. “Yes, I do, Kev.” He closes the fridge without grabbing anything and throws a glance back out to the bullpen to see you sitting at your desk tapping away at your computer with what he can only describe as the cutest bored look on your face.

“Nervous about what she would say?” Andy watches Jim’s expressions closely before Jim pauses and slides into the seat.

“I know she’ll say yes, but it’s just-” Jim begins, tapping his fingers gently against the table. Realizing he has no idea what he was going to say next, he jumps out of his seat, rubbing a hand over his face as he starts to pace. “You know what, never mind, because there is no ‘but’ because she’s going to say yes.” He stops his pacing, looking back at you at your desk. She’s going to say yes, right? He thinks to himself.

Andy and Kevin move to stand behind him and they both put one of their hands on both of Jim’s shoulders. “She’s going to say yes.” Kevin tells him and Jim slowly smiles at his friends hyping him up.

You close out of the website on your computer as you sigh and look over to your boyfriend’s empty desk. Knowing he was in the bathroom, your eyes fluttered up briefly to the kitchen before they fall back down onto your computer. They don’t stay there long, however, because you realize as you had looked up, Jim, Andy, and Kevin were all staring at you. You look back up again, staring at the trio as Kevin and Andy scurry back to their seats, leaving only Jim still staring at you with one of the happiest smiles you’ve seen him wear in the office before.

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There was still a half an hour left on the clock by the time you were finished packing up and you perch yourself on Jim’s desk as he finishes up a phone call to one of his clients. When he finishes, he hangs up the phone before standing up and situating himself between your legs. “Hey, you.” He whispers as he leans in for a kiss.

“Hi.” You say back before melting against his lips. When you separate, you tug on his tie a little, keeping him as close to you as you can.

Jim looks at your bag hidden in your seat as he chuckles lightly. “You’re packed up early.”

You hum, letting your head fall with a smile. “Yeah, I was hoping we might be able to get out of here early today.” Jim chuckles again, taking your hand in his as he plays gently with them. You let him do so for a moment before taking a deep breath. “So,” you begin, and Jim meets your eyes, waiting for you to continue your thought, “Are you going to tell me why you and everyone in this office has been acting really weird today?”

Jim furrows his brows, scratching his head in an act. “Have I- Have people been acting weird?” He throws annoyed glances around the room as you hum.

“Yeah. You know, Michael has been looking at me a lot through his window shades- actually, he’s doing it right now.” Jim turns around to see Michael standing against his window and doing exactly as you described, staring at the two of you intensely. As soon as Jim looks at him, he lets go of his shades, hiding his presence, but it wasn’t hard to tell he was still there. “Kelly also has been talking non-stop about how good of a couple we are and how she’s excited for our future- which was then followed by Ryan hitting on me and saying ‘it’s not too late?’”, Jim nods, trying to keep his anger at his coworker hidden but he makes a mental note to kill Ryan later. You shake your head, entertained by Ryan thinking you would ever break up with Jim for him.

“Well,” Jim steps out from in front of you, moving to grab his own bag and sling it over his shoulder before grabbing yours and putting it over his, “shall we?” He reaches his hand out for you. You furrow your brows and look at your watch.

“We still have 28 more minutes?”

Jim just chuckles and pulls you off his desk, trying hard not to smile. He doesn’t say anything until he’s knocking on Michael’s door and pulling it open. “Michael?” He calls out and your boss picks his head up, his eyes widening when he sees the two of you. “We’re heading out.”

Michael claps, rising from his desk, which only confuses you more. “Let me get a look at you two.” Jim moves out of the doorway just barely as Michael looks you both over, and then once again, his eyes starts to water. He pushes past you both gently. “Everyone?” He calls out and you look to Jim who just stands there with a smile. “I want you all to take a good long look at these two beautiful sexy people-“

“Michael.” Jim sighs and Michael holds his hand up, telling Jim he knows it was wrong to say it.

“These two beautiful people in love and who’s facing the future like a train and they’re- and they’re standing on the tracks... of love and... um....” Michael pauses, looking at you and Jim as he tries to figure out what to say next.

“You done?” Jim asks and Michael nods. Jim claps him on the back before waving at the rest of the office. “Bye guys, see you Monday.” Everyone says goodbye back and he takes your hand, leading you out of the office and towards the elevator, but not without a smirk and a wink from Pam along the way.

“Jim, seriously,” You chuckle, bumping him in the arm with yours, “What was happening? What was wrong with everyone today?”

The elevator opens and Jim leads you inside. Before you can hit the button for the ground floor, Jim beats you to it, only he presses the button for the roof instead. He doesn’t look at you, instead he stares at the doors leading up to the roof, the exact place he, Pam, and everyone else who could spare their time spent their day. Everything was perfect, from the fairy lights fighting the darkening sky to light up with roof to the little sketches of you and Jim falling in love scattered all around that Pam had spent the day drawing.

The only thing left was for you to say yes.

#jim halpert x reader #jim halpert imagine #jim halpert fanfiction #jim halpert #the office x reader #the office imagine #the office fanfiction #the office

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kyanmapng · 4 years ago

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han seojun valentine headcanons.

listen to it starts today by hwang inyeop.

˗ˋˏ author’s note ˎˊ˗

i once again bring some fluffy headcanons for the bestest bad boy, han seojun. i’m sorry if my valentine ideas aren’t too groundbreaking, we don’t celebrate it over here much. but please enjoy! feel free to talk to me about this or seojun/inyeop or whatever. HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY!

Seojun has Valentine circled three times in his calendar and it planning it for a while. he wants everything to be perfect and completely sweep his lover off their feet. spares no effort, wants it to be fancy and pamper his love all day.

but if his lover isn’t big on all that fancy stuff he is not going to force it and comes up with different, more lowkey ideas that are just as good.

seojun is already someone who likes romantic comedies but tries to seem like he would not touch that ever and would only ever watch action-packed movies. but we all know he is a romantic soul and even if studying isn’t his strongest suit he knows how to learn from things in real life - romcoms give him a lot of ideas for dates and cute little things.

prepares everything and slowly loses his mind if even one thing is missed - if his playlist bugged and played a different song, if he can’t light some candles or if he can’t find ingredients even though he KNOWS he bought them. it’s extremely endearing.

seojun gets teased relentlessly by gowoon but she helps him out and calms him down before he blows from being an anxious mess. he makes her swear she won’t tell you about it, but… let’s say that gowoon might have crossed her fingers behind her back when promising seojun.

whatever it is that you make for him is going to be cherished forever and ever. if you give him homemade chocolate he is going to agonize over eating it for a long while. maybe just feed it to him and he will combust on the spot.

but he is capable of great things and i do mean teasing. he is not above the ‘you’ve got something on your lips’ move. he fakes using his thumb and instead just kisses you and when he pulls away after thoroughly making sure there is nothing left he just smirks “even sweeter now” (his ears burn at the memory though)

if you gift him matching sweaters or something just as embarrassing he will huff but won’t actually put up a fight, because he is whipped. his friends will hold it over his head forever, but he promises all of them a beating of a lifetime so they tone it down (a little bit).

MATCHING RINGS or BRACELETS. OR BOTH. i’m not saying seojun hears wedding bells when he slides the ring onto your finger but maybe that’s exactly what i’m saying.

seojun gifts you so many flowers and reads the meaning to you with a slight flush to his cheeks. also might give you some big plushie and get extremely pouty when you keep on hugging it instead of him. like excuse you? the audacity.

you are the couple with obnoxious punny valentine cards, i don’t make the rules.

imagine getting to spend this time in some cottage that your family owns and lent you for a weekend. you drive there on his bike and go shopping together and it definitely feels like a married couple going grocery shopping together and you both catch each other looking and have to laugh it off.

when you get there you unload and both of you desperately try to keep the gifts a secret from one another but one of you stumbles on it by accident and the other is just out in the open because multitasking fails. both of you pretend it didn’t happen lol. (let’s be honest seojun shoves everything into closets and things it’s THE spot.)

you make dinner together and flirt it up because it’s valentine. (not like seojun needs that as an excuse and neither do u.) after that, you make hot cocoa with marshmallows and cuddle under blankets and watch some sickeningly sweet romcom while stealing smooches here and there. the movie might be forgotten after a bit (oop-).

overall the coziest or the fanciest. you can get it all with han seojun. he would even drive you somewhere to watch the sunset and hold you tugged into his puffer jacket (that’s what it’s made for!). and while he back hugs you he tries to be all cool and suave but his earrings get caught in your scarf and he is panicking. you have to free him by taking it off and you can’t stop laughing after you see the mess (his hair is completely destroyed by you taking off the scarf and he laughs right back at you because you look the same). he doesn’t laugh for long, if you pull the scarf he gets teary-eyed (but he blames it on the cold like a big boy lol). when you finally untangle him, you put your hands on his face and he nuzzles into them even when they are cold and kisses your palm before tucking them into his pockets again. after that he puts the scarf on you again and tries to wrangle the mess of hair on both your heads because he won’t let your hands out of his pockets. “i have to keep you warm, u get sick way too easy. i don’t like it.” he says but you nag at him for not wearing scarf himself and punish him by warming your cold nose on his neck, saying that it will teach him to wear it more. but honestly, seojun is ascending with all the skinship and scarf is the last thing on his mind.

#true beauty #han seojun #han seojun headcanons #han seojun headcanon #hwang inyeop #true beauty writings #true beauty headcanons #moon writes to the stars

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nike-shawn · 4 years ago

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Hockey Shawn Part III

A/N: Lol this took forever. Exams really are the worst. Pls, as always, let me know what you thought of this! Feedback is the best motivator.

Trigger Warning: Talk of Drug Addiction/Usage

Part I

Part II

If you were more confident, you would say you and Shawn are dating.

You aren’t, not really. He just sleeps over at your place every night, texts you at random times to tell you things that reminded him of you, and brings you your favorite restaurant’s takeout on nights he knows you are working too hard to remember to eat, grading papers and emailing parents.

This has been going on for too many months.

One night, while your head rested on his chest, you tapped out the rhythm of his heart on your mattress. It sounded too familiar to be comforting. You knew him better than you knew your roommates. You loved him more than you loved that college boyfriend. You---

“Are you okay?”

You tensed in his arms. Part of you wondered whether your feelings for him were so deep that they melted through you and into him, like sap trailing down a broken branch and into the grass. It seemed impossible for him to not at least be hinted towards your love for him-- it was so obvious to you. A bit too obvious.

“Hmm?” you asked, though you both knew you heard him.

He lightly pinched the skin of your upper arm, playfully scolding you but he asked the question again, this time his lips closer to your ear. “I said, ‘are you okay?’”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

Shawn laughed lightly. “You fall asleep in two seconds flat on every other night, but it’s been an hour and you’re still awake.”

You sighed out your exhale. You could’ve told him then. You could’ve said actually, I'm not okay because you don’t love me like I love you and you could’ve gone from there, could’ve made him tell you what he really thinks of you, but instead you told him that “school’s been crazy.”

He didn't believe it. You could tell by the way he didn’t immediately kiss away the fold between your brows or rub his thumb up and down your shoulder. He just mussed up his hair and swallowed like he was keeping something from leaving his lips.

Okay, you thought. He doesn't wanna talk about it either, then.

Since then, although you both act the same way you always have, there’s some kind of unspoken tension between you. When he comes over it seems like he’s biding his time, waiting for you to blurt out what he knows you’re waiting to say. When he hugs you hello, his arms are stiffer. When he kisses you goodbye, his lips are colder. But he still texts you every night with random, seemingly insignificant things that happened that day. You know it’s because he finds some comfort in hearing you interact with these quips of his. You tell him oh, that’s interesting or really, he said that? like you are together. Like you’re dating. Like he loves you.

Shawn’s flying back to New York from Toronto today. Yesterday was the first day in almost three months that he didn’t text you to tell you what he was up to. You checked your phone between each class period, your heart getting lower and lower until it was just about in your stomach. You know why he was there. You knew who he was with.

And you knew you didn’t stand a chance against her.

After school yesterday, you finished up grading and tugged your winter coat closer around your shivering shoulders as you walked from the school to your car. Your mind refused to let you forget the disappointment that now was associated with Shawn’s pretty face, the betrayal that has now settled deep into your bones. How could he love Maddy? How could he be with her while you’re tidying up the bed you two have shared for months on end? How could he hold her while you’re still shivering in his absence?

You rest your head on your steering wheel as tears start to fall down your rosy cheeks. Your car is freezing cold but you barely notice, frustrated sobs ripping from your throat. There’s some kind of rabid, angry energy bouncing around in your chest, and your hands itch to grip your phone and dial his number and scream at him until that feeling goes away.

And why shouldn’t you? Why shouldn’t you scream at him? Does he not deserve it?

Once you compose yourself, you decide that, no. You won’t call him. You’ll wait for his slow slither back to your apartment. You’ll wait until he pretends like nothing happened.

Then. Then you’ll confront him.

🍁⚡️🍁⚡️

“What?”

Shawn has pizza sauce at the corner of his mouth. Your eyes narrow in on it. “Nothing,” you say, finally tearing your gaze away.

Everything he does annoys you. It’s like the knowledge of what he did last week is choking you from the inside out. His hands on her hips, his lips on hers, his clothes in her closet, his clothes on her floor...

“Seriously,” Shawn says, louder than before. “What’s up?”

You shake your head, fiddling your thumbs. The food in front of you has gone cold. Your appetite is gone. The idea of confronting him sounded a lot easier before he was in front of you, all innocent looking and warm. His hair has gotten longer so it falls in his eyes now when he looks down, and you fight the adoration in your chest as he, annoyed, pushes the stray hair from his face. His eyebrows raise, waiting for you to answer him.

When you do, he wishes you hadn’t. “You were with Maddy.” You say it not as a question, but as a one-off statement, something not up for debate.

Shawn finishes up the pizza he was chewing before sliding his empty plate further into the table, leaning back in his chair and folding his hands over his sweatshirt pocket. He takes a deep breath, pushes his hair back again, and answers with a simple “yes.”

“Why.”

“She asked to see me.”

You bite down hard on your bottom lip to keep yourself from crying angry tears. You can already feel them crawling their way up your throat. “That doesn’t mean you need to see her.”

Shawn has a tick in his jaw and you wonder if he has the audacity to be mad at you, if he thinks you’re being ridiculous. As if he hasn’t spent all his time with you, hasn’t told you things under bed sheets and under streetlights as the New York chill frosted up his car windows. You let one stray tear fall. The rest you manage to hold back, but the damage is done. You’ve broken the facade.

At the sight of your sadness, he seems to lighten just a bit. The tick in his jaw is gone and his arms uncross. But still, he says “we’re not dating” like someone would say ‘today is Tuesday’ or ‘the weather is nice’. “I love spending time with you, Y/N, but we’re not dating.”

“Then what the fuck is this?” you say, your voice rising above its normal volume. “What the fuck are you doing when you spend weeks on end here? What do you tell Maddy you’re doing?” Incredulous, you throw your hands in the air as you exclaim “and I’m crazy?! To think that I had some kind of claim on you?” You wrap your arms around yourself as you suddenly cold and exposed. You’re crying a lot now, and you use the back of your sweatshirt sleeve to wipe at your running nose. “Fuck you Shawn, honestly. You spend your time pretending that you love me for what? For something to do?”

“No, of course not.”

“Then what? What do I offer you that you can’t get from Maddy?”

Shawn just drops his head as he shakes it, rejecting everything you’re throwing at him. “It’s not like that.”

At a loss, you drop your face in your palms. Tears slide through your fingers. You say, sadly, “I can’t keep seeing you if you can’t commit anything to me.”

Shawn stays silent, twisting the ring on his left middle finger around and around.

Quietly, you say, “get out, please.” When he doesn’t move, you say, louder, “I said, get out.”

“I don’t think I should leave--”

“Well I think you should’ve left three fucking months ago,” you bite back, poison in each syllable.

“Stop being so mean: I just wanna talk this through.”

“Then talk!” You yell, throwing your hands to the sides. “Talk! All you’re doing is deflecting! I fucking wish you’d talk to me.”

Angry again, Shawn stands and you feel your confidence shrinking as he dwarfs you in his height. He takes a few cautious steps forward and you can see that he wants to yell, wants to match your volume, but he doesn’t want to scare you. So, instead, he puts his hands out in the same way you do to a wild animal-- cautious, yet imposing, as he walks closer and closer to you. You’re nose to nose now and you're in a cloud of his cologne.

His hands come up to your shoulders and you notice that you’re shaking with all the pent up anger and love and whatever the fuck else you’ve been feeling for the past few weeks. He places a careful kiss on your forehead. You let your eyes close as tears slip out from under your eyelashes.

He handles you like some kind of fine china as he guides you to sit again in the dining chair, him taking the place beside you, his hand gripping your knee lightly. He starts with, “Maddy was my first friend after I got signed.” His thumb rubs over your leggings once before wiping his sweaty palms on his own thighs. “I moved to the city and had no one besides my teammates, but even they weren’t super welcoming. Went to this party and Maddy was there, dancing on a table. She was really drunk and I heard some guys talking about how they could see up her dress so...” he shrugs. “So I helped her down and the rest is history I guess.”

“You started dating?”

Shawn nods. “Yeah. She was a model. She was just getting started, then, but after a year or so she made a good name for herself.”

“And you did too,” you add.

“Yeah, I did alright,” he says, smiling a bit. “But then... um.” He pauses, gathering his thoughts. “I got hurt. I think you said you saw the video. I couldn’t play so I ended up spending a lot of time with Maddy. Stayed at her apartment most of the time, actually. And when you move in with someone, you start to see their... mannerisms, and the way they are when they don’t think anyone is looking.” He leans back in his chair again, faking nonchalance. “I broke up with her and she reacted badly. I think I was the thing keeping her sober, since I was there all the time and she had someone to hang out with besides her friends who all used.”

Things started to click for you, then. “Oh.”

“Yeah. So when we broke up, she went back to hanging out with the wrong group of people. She’s always had addiction problems, to drugs, alcohol, cigarettes. But I had no idea that me living with her was keeping her on the right track.” He clears his throat and you can see his eyes getting red rimmed with tears. “I just want to make it clear that I care for her a lot, but we were never meant to be together. I apologize for keeping this whole situation guarded but it’s... tough. It’s tough for me to talk about.”

“I understand,” you whisper, guilt lacing your words.

“I can see how you’d be angry with me. I really can see it. But I can’t cut Maddy off. I’m afraid that the one time she reaches out and I say no... I don’t know. I just recognize that she’s fragile.”

You nod.

Shawn rubs at his watery eyes. “I care for you, too, though,” he says in quietly. “I just don’t know if I can commit right now.”

You fight the frustration in your chest. Calmly, you ask him, “what is the difference between what we’re doing now and a relationship?”

He’s silent.

You continue. “In my eyes, a relationship is exactly what we are. The label is the only difference.”

“And the publicity.”

“What?”

“The public thinks I’m with Maddy. She likes it that way.”

Your heart sinks. “Okay.”

“It’s not that I don’t care for you—”

“I get it,” you interrupt him.

The two of you sit in silence and it feels like an 80 lb. weight was placed on your shoulders. He moves forward to kiss you and you let him, though your brain is screaming at you to cut him off for good. He doesn’t feel for you the way you do for him. You’re wasting your time.

But as he jokes around with you and tries to stuff pizza in your mouth and tells you that he’ll be around tomorrow you just can’t shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, this will work out.

🍁⚡️🍁⚡️

You get home from work the next day and Shawn is waiting for you outside your apartment complex, car running and headlights on.

You recognize his car because it’s much too nice to be in your parking lot that’s riddled with pot holes and fading painted lines. The lot is almost always empty, since most city-dwellers choose to take public transportation over their own vehicles. Plus, he’s easy to spot because when he sees you with your coat pulled around your shoulders and your school bag slipping down to the crook of your elbow, he rolls down his window and shouts “Hey, miss? You’re very beautiful and I’d love to take you to dinner.”

You smile and walk over to the driver’s side, close enough now to see the familiar scar on his cheek. “Hmm,” you tease, “what’s in it for me?”

“A lovely dining experience at the finest restaurant in New York City with the most handsome bachelor on the East Coast.”

The cold wind whipping your hair around, you give him a quick peck on the lips and walk around to the passenger side door, shoving your bag in the back. His cold palms rest on your cheeks as he pulls you in for a deeper kiss this time, his tongue darting in your mouth for only a second before he pulls away. You ask, “what did you do today” in the normal way that you do, unable to stop the wide smile from crossing your face.

“Went to a few meetings,” he says casually. “Then I had a doctor’s appointment...”

The way he trails off makes your ears perk up. “Oh? And what did they say?” You watch as a wide grin takes over his features and your heart leaps for him. “Can you play again?”

Shawn nods and you just about jump out of your seat, wrapping your arms around his neck as his arms meet behind your back, your body leaning over the center console. You can see people walking by your parked car and you know you should be worried about them looking in, but you can’t care about any of that right now. You can feel Shawn’s smile against your shoulder and you can’t remember the last time you’ve felt such joy for someone else’s successes. “They said my hip has healed a lot more than they thought it ever would, so I can maybe get back to practicing in the next few months.”

“Wow, that’s so fantastic, Shawn, really.”

“Thank you, baby.”

“I’m so happy for you.”

“Thank you, thank you,” he says again. “I thought I’d pick you up for a celebration dinner.”

You kiss him on the cheek and pull away for him to put the car in reverse, turning on to the bustling New York streets. “Where are we going?” you ask. Your mind is racing through all the nicest places, places he surely would fit in like the true celebrity he is. A feeling of dread washes over you as you look down at your outfit. “Oh my god, I need to change. I’m still wearing my work clothes.”

Without missing a beat, Shawn says “oh, don’t worry. I was thinking we could just pick something up.”

You swallow back your disappointment. Of course he can’t take you out in public. You’re stupid for thinking otherwise. You dig your fingernails into your pants to keep yourself from showing any signs of let-down. “Okay, yep. Sounds good.”

He looks over to you like he knows something is wrong, but he doesn’t say anything.

The two of you chat for a bit about where you want to go. He talks about his meetings of the day and how he felt like his life was getting back to normal, like old times.

He speaks and you stare at his ruby red lips as they form each word, and you’re trying your hardest to pay attention, but all you can do is wonder where exactly you fit in his new world.

Deep down, you know you’re on borrowed time, because his new world doesn’t have any room to spare.

#Shawn Mendes imagines #angst #hockey shawn #fluff #hockeyshawn #TELL ME WHAT YOU THOUGHT #it's a bit short

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soymilka8 · 4 years ago

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Spray Paint - Hwang Hyunjin

pairing: hwang hyunjin X gn reader !

genre: fluff

warnings: none, just a bit of cheesy stuff tho. (this is my very first fanfiction here so i'm sorry if it's rough, i'm not really all that familiar with the layout of Tumblr yet lol.)

word count: 3.5 k words

synopsis: hyunjin helps you fulfill your dream of spray painting on one chilly christmas night.

master-list.

also, please let me know if the owner of this gif is okay with me using it! bcs i literally just searched up hwang hyunjin snow in gif.

the sound of something pulling you out of your sleep.

eyes lazily lift themself up for a better view, body suddenly going limp as you bother to make out the muffled noise. it was 1AM. usually, your figure would have been awoke at this time, with the pads of your fingertips gliding across the controller and your exhausted but dedicated eyes glued stuck to the screen.

but today wasn't one of those days. it was indeed christmas, as you observed how the snowflakes would cascade down the clean window of your dorm room. it was indeed, christmas.

you sighed delicately, snuggling closer to the warm blankets which were the only thing keeping you snug this head aching holiday. another one of those days where you couldn't sleep, another one of those sleepless nights where you were a mix of being too tired but not tired enough to get the desired slumber.

it always happened at christmas, too. it had become a tradition by now, not having the capabilities to sleep during the first fall of snowflakes.

another sigh.

somehow, this year has gotten worse. maybe by the end of the holidays, you'd be looking like a dead zombie because of the lack of sleep. you chuckled at the thought. though christmas is a holiday spent with family, friends, acquaintances and just having fun in general— you had none you'd consider as any.

ping.

— except, for maybe that one.

a grin had spread across your features as your hands nimbly reached for the phone underneath your pillow, opening the phone with your password and eagerly responding to the message. perhaps, a tad bit too excited you were but as you saw the words written on the notification, your grin couldn't help but enlarge. okay, maybe you were more than excited.

you immediately jolted up from the comfort of your own bed, grabbing a pair of warm boots and heading out the door in hurry. you couldn't bother to put on anything affable any more, your pajamas were most likely warm enough.

and so, you ran and you ran; with the delicate but heavy christmas snow disrupting you, and the cold weather wrapping around your finger like a ring, you continued on running with the same stupid grin spreading across your features.

because finally, you had something to look forward to this christmas.

“are you sure this much is enough?”

“we might need a bit more...” a battle inside of your head occured as you contemplated. it was rough, having to use your head when the weather was inhospitable and gloomy. not to mention, you were not wearing clothes suitable to which you inwardly groaned at. curse your sudden heap of excitement, curse your bad decision making.

having to decide in the cold winter weather was tiring when all you wished for were warm clothes and the abilities to turn back time, to go back to your dorm and switch attire but alas, no point in doing so as you were already out now.

all you could do was nod, shaking the can bottle abruptly and briskly walking away. the convenience store didn't provide as much warmth as you had hoped. not only were you stuck in cold weather but in your shameful panda pajamas.

“let's buy two more, at least.” a voice threw you out of your trance. you shifted slightly from discomfort, eyeing the person who accompanied you with hurry. “no, this is enough.”

“but that much paint is only gonna take us the face to draw, what about the rest of the body?”

a breathy sighed ran past you as you finally gave in, caging your body in an attempt to pass through body heat. not that you were successful in doing so. “fine, let's get five more bottles.”

a grin had spread across the other person's features, along with the redness of his nose and the moon shape of his eyes. your heart stopped so suddenly, as if the frost stuck beneath your whole stomach went away in a whiplash; it was now swarmed with butterflies, filling you up with warmness. though you couldn't see much of the face because of the beanie and his large coat enwrapping him, heat crept upon your skin at his god sent features.

he was all too perfect.

once he had returned with five more bottles, you payed at the cashier with your own money and the both of you excited the air conditioned convenience store, the both of you feeling the same exact thing: it was damn cold in there.

“here, hold the spray bottles first.” the man said to you upon exciting the convenience store as he handed you the bag filled with spray bottles. albeit hesitant, you took the paper bag and raised your brow at confusion upon seeing him remove his coat.

“hyunjin, what are you doing? it's cold, don't remove your coat.”

he only grinned at this though, now creeping closer to your and wrapping the cost around your shoulders. he pulled back, reaching for the paper bag in your hands, placing them on the ground, and inserting your arms carefully inside his large coat. you were still confused at this, appalled even as you stared at him through wide eyes.

sure, you had already felt warm because of the coat but what about him? is he not gonna feel cold? and most importantly, why would he go as far as giving you his coat?

“you can wear it for now, i'm not cold.” he answered the question inside your head, giving you the same closed eye smile he once did in the convenience store. hot, cozy, butterflies spread again in the out of your stomach. you were looking for warmth earlier but now it seemed as if it was too much it was almost overwhelming.

“... thank you.”

was all you were able to muster as he held out his hand, grabbing hold of yours, and dragging you with those large footsteps of his.

through the buried snow and the noisy headlights, you were there, to hear hwang hyunjin's heavy panting breathe against your ears and you wouldn't have it any other way.

it had always been your dream to make kids smile.

the thought of their laughter reaching your ears or simply just imagining it was enough for you— for the both of you as he promised whatever your dreams were, it was his as well.

maybe it was just the fact that you were a castaway, maybe trauma had etched itself into you far too deeply and you were afraid of being someone you hated most but whatever it is your heart was feeling inside, you were grateful he was always there beside you.

as you stare at the blank billboard in front of you, a soft smile ran down your face; your hands were holding two bottles of spray cans, shaking it slightly with a hint of excitement in your features. he was beside you, gawking at the way your eyes would sparkle at the thought of making your dreams come true.

hwang hyunjin possibly fell down a deep hole just by you. your dreams, your aspirations, your melancholic voice, your soothing comfort— you, you, you. his mind was simply filled with you.

“are ya ready, hyunjin?” you voiced out, breaking him out of his daydreaming. hyunjin shook his head abruptly, a blush covering his features and nodding at you as he followed your stare at the billboard in front.

it was big, big enough to catch people's attention. actually, no, scratch that. it was larger than the both of you had initially intended; it was more or less, enough to keep people staring and observing. still, you didn't mind as you prepped your bottles and neared the billboard.

a santa clause, reindeer, over-joyed kids, and fake reality you had planned of painting against the smooth surface the night before. having told hyunjin this, he was a bit surprised at your idea of spray painting on an enormous billboard with him. usually, it would only be him and his group of friends who'd cause mischief such as this, drawing random drabbles, art, and graffiti, waiting for the police to chase them.

he never brought you into any of his gimmick despite knowing your hands were creative. he was simply too overprotective. though he'd usually tell you of what he and his friends do every single time, at 1AM, he once again, never had the courage to tell you to come with them.

you never did, really. you never bothered to.

however, once you suddenly came in out of the blue, asking him to take you to one of the billboards with him only— hyunjin was confused and denying of this fact. he didn't want you getting in trouble for illegally doing graffiti and albeit the sound of prison romance sounding real pleasant against his ears, he knew that prison was not what it seemed like in books and novels.

though your persistence is what shook him off the most and eventually, he agreed to taking you with him to one of the graffiti spots not without manifesting that if ever the police do come, he'd be the only one to get caught.

he lazily shook the bottle around, eyeing the large and tall billboard. you had come with him once, on his graffiti trip with his friends. though it was long ago, you were still aware of what you had to do to reach the higher parts of the billboard. there were platforms, large and safe enough for you to climb onto.

and without any hesitation, you easily climbed onto one of them, surprising hyunjin as he hurriedly went beneath the platform if ever you were to fall.

“hyunjin—” you called out from above, sensing his presence underneath you as you started spray painting, “go do as we had planned, i'll be alright.” you tried on reassuring. hyunjin slowly but hesitantly backed away from you, biting his lip in the process as he continued to stare at you from above.

he felt on edge but nonetheless, he tried his best to focus as he neared the billboard and did his own part.

twenty minutes, thirty minutes, an hour, two hours, three hours— and finally.

“wah!” you heard a gasp from beside you.

finally!

you were done, the beautiful art work from beside you, displaying across as it had come to contact with the shine. it took hours of work, hours of neck pain but alas, you were done finished.

you attempted climbing off the platform, your foot walking backwards. you thought there was a ledge down there— you thought. a small yelp escaped from your lips as you had no time to process whatever it is just happened, you only felt the cold breeze of the rising sun hitting your face as you fell. it once again, felt chilling. your body froze like earlier, so cold and barren.

but before you even think of hitting the hard ground, you felt something catch you. they felt like strong, arms and you looked to the sides, only to see your only and only friend— hyunjin, eyes wide, mouth agape and delving in worry. he had caught you within his arms.

carefully setting you down onto your feet, hyunjin had sighed and lightly brushed of his pants. you were still wide-eyed, trying to process what just occured. you could've gotten a concussion down there, you could've gotten brain damage or worse— you could've forgotten about hyunjin.

the worse possible scenarios of whatever may happen to your body dissipated as you thought about ever forgetting hyunjin, you couldn't bear to lose him, not him. and without even realising it, tears started to cascade down your cheeks as your breath hitched from the sudden emotion you felt.

your heart had panged loudly within your ears, the thought of forgetting hyunjin getting louder and louder. soon, those droplets of tears turned into sobs and hyunjin looked at you with confusion and worry. his hands were fumbling with each other, confused, and maybe even heartbroken.

had he caused this?

but as if his minds were paralyzing his actions, he neared your figure, raising your chin up to look at his eyes and with his soft and gentle fingers— he brushed the tears off of your cheeks. hyunjin cooes softly, bringing you towards him further and entrapping you into his warm arms. his were around your shoulder as yours were around his waist, hugging him tightly.

“what are you crying for, you cry baby?” he teases.

“i— i don't know, it's just—” you choked on your own tears and hyunjin cooed again, hugging you tighter than ever and patting your head in the most comforting manner.

“your dream came true, right? look,” hyunjin pulled away from the hug, staring softly into your tear filled eyes as he caressed your cheeks. his head pointed into the direction of the bottom of the billboard, your head following soon after.

and there, you saw a few little kids.

you saw them, staring at the art you drew with hyunjin in awe. you saw how their eyes sparkled, how they pointed and how some would say, “look it's santa claus” or, “wow, rudolph the red nosed reindeer!”

and it warmed your heart.

you slightly pulled away from the hug, nearing the edge of the platform of the billboard and waved at the little kids who came to stare at your drawing. hyunjin followed soon after, sitting down beside you and placing his hand on your waist incase you were to fall again. he promised he'd catch you again this time.

“did you draw this with your boyfriend?” came a cheeky little kid's voice, followed by the soft teases of the other kids as they pointed towards hyunjin. you blushed, shaking your head profusely and attempting to scoot away from hyunjin's grasped.

“n-no, he's not my—” but before you can think of saying any more and moving away from him any further, hyunjin pulled you closer within his arms as he gave the little kids a small wave and his captivating smile. “i drew this with my angel, do you like it?!” he said gleefully.

the little kids followed, throwing giggles and teases of their own. some even whispered, and some just smiled upon seeing your interaction. you however, sat beside hyunjin, cowering away and covering your face with embarrassment as hyunjin waved to the little kids, playing with them from a distance.

you slapped his thigh with your free hand, still keeping the other on your face as you urged him to stop.

“hyunjin, stop, these are kids!”

hyunjin only grinned, halting his finger and heart pointing at the kids as he looked at you. his eyes had softened upon seeing how embarrassed you were and albeit the sun starting to shine so brightly, he removed your hand from your face and gave the side of your lips a quick peck.

your eyes widened, he just kissed you.

he kissed you, in broad daylight— well, not really broad daylight but the point was that he kissed you, in front of the kids!

“hyunjin, what—” and he kissed you again.

for the second time, the third time, the fourth being on your forehead, the fifth being on the tip of your nose, the sixth being under your chin, the seventh being on your cheek and the eighth on your lips.

your eyes were left agape, you couldn't hear nor feel anything anymore. the kids’ voice were a blur as you try to figure out what's real from what's fake; nothing was a dream. hyunjin really had kissed you, and so proudly at that.

you suddenly felt hyunjin lay his forehead on top of yours, the grin still very much visible on his face,

“merry christmas, angel.” hyunjin whispered, caressing your cheeks gently. the smile on his face never faded as he stared at you lovingly, those orbs hold such emotion that you felt it going through your whole body. hyunjin was there, he really was there to share your dream with him.

you smiled back, pulling out of the sweet moment and giving the kids another look. you all saw their lovestruck faces, some were covering their eyes and some held emotions with such disgust it made you chuckle. the first kiss was covered by the sun yet the following was visible, leaving them to bathe in the sweet moment you and hyunjin shared.

you gave them one apologetic smile, opening your mouth to say something until you heard something loud.

it was sirens.

the police had finally come and you flipped your head sidewards, seeing at least about five cars making their way towards the alley you, hyunjin, and the rest of the kids were at. your eyes once again widened and you froze, staring as they neared towards your figure.

you'd been with hyunjin and his friends a couple of times yet whenever the police do ever come, you always stay stuck like ice.

“angel? angel! we have to get out of here, quick!” hyunjin whisper shouted beside you, you felt his hand creep onto your cheek roughly as he squished them. his orbs seethed through yours, a sense of reassurance, safety and— warmth.

“let's bail, yeah?”

and you suddenly felt the fearful sensation within you earlier dissipate. you stood up quickly, brushing your lap and running a bit towards the side of the large platform where a small corner was held. it was enough for you and hyunjin to hide in, not to mention it was pretty well hidden and the view of the sun is beautiful. you didn't have any time to think about it's advantages though as you looked back one last time, seeing the kids’ confused faces.

you held your index finger up, winking slightly and giving them a slight nod. you hoped they would keep it a secret.

hyunjin hurriedly pulled you down, his hands intertwined with yours as his feet made contact with the rough cement. he caught you on time, grunting in the process. and hyunjin ran, keeping you on his shoulder. you didn't bother on convincing him to put you down knowing it would just end up as a huge argument and you'd much rather not initiate that now, not when the police are on the loose.

“how are you feeling, angel?” hyunjin started, settling you into his shoulder more comfortably. you stayed silent for a few seconds, contemplating your feelings and running your memory through everything that had happened today.

hyunjin and you bought spray paint, he gave you his jacket, you held his hand tightly, he helped you spray paint art, he caught you in his arms on time, he called you his, he kissed you too many times, he fulfilled your dreams.

a soft smile adorned your features, “i feel good— no, i feel amazing, actually.”

hyunjin beamed upon hearing your sentence, pulling you just a tad bit closer as he entered the abandoned shed with you still in his arms. “i'm glad.”

he settled you down, panting a bit as he observed the small shed. it was destroyed, no one inhabitated the place yet the spot was perfect for viewing the stars and the moon. there was no stars yet but what there was, was the sun preparing to shine and rise in full view.

hyunjin hurriedly held your palm, sitting down in the rough wood, pulling you on his lap. he was fixated on cuddling against you but you had no problem, even snuggling closer for his warmth. he wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing you just a tad bit into his chest and laying his head into your shoulder.

the sun maybe rising but it was still christmas.

“i'm glad you enjoyed today, angel.” he started, brushing a small kiss past the nape of your neck. “i really am.”

“hyunjin, thank you...”

you turned to face him, ruffling his hair slightly and giving his lips a quick peck. you were not sure if it was official yet but even so, the sudden confidence to kiss him had come.

you stared at his eyes for a moment before once again, kissing his lips, this time more slowly.

hyunjin caught on, kissing back and reciprocating the same action. his hand snaked behind your head as he kept you close to him, lips intertwining and eyes closed from the close contact. his lips felt so humid, it was intoxicating as it sent shivers down your spine.

hyunjin pulled back after the lack of air, laying his forehead against yours once more.

“anything for you, angel.” he whispered, giving your cheek another kiss. “we share our dreams, remember?”

you nodded, suddenly taken aback at the promise you made with him a few years back. his dream was yours to hold, and his was yours. it was a promised you swore to hold until the both of you fulfill it; it was one of the things keeping you binded with him.

“and wherever we maybe...” hyunjin started, now laying his head back into your shoulder and staring at the rising sun. “that dream will never change.”

and you once again nodded, the same overwhelming warmth from a few minutes, a few seconds, and a few hours coming back to you. your stomach felt the same butterflies, so did your eyes apparently as it had started watering out of the blue.

hyunjin kept you warm, hyunjin kept you safe.

he fulfilled your promise, now it was time to fulfill his.

#hwang hyunjin #hyunjin #hyunjin x reader #stray kids #skz #hwang hyunjin is a soft boy #stream kingdom #hyunjin fanfic

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coffeeandcalligraphy · 5 years ago

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Good Eyes | Writing Update

Hey People of Earth!

Ya girl is back for another MOTH WORK writing update, and this time we’re talking about chapter eleven, aka GOOD EYES. Just a reminder before we get started that I do have a Moth Work tab if y’all want to binge all the updates/catch up on ones you missed! Check it out HERE.

This chapter is a bit of a special one, as it’s the final chapter in Lonan’s POV!

If y’all have been following the updates since before August-ish, you would know that before this, I covered mostly Harrison’s emotional turmoil lmao, but spontaneously decided to add another POV because this is my guilty pleasures project and I wanted to! This POV is Lonan’s.

I really struggled toward the end of writing Lonan’s chapters, and I felt this was the POV’s fault. After chapter six, I couldn’t really sink my teeth into his head, and really raced to the finish line to get back to Harrison. In reality, this was actually me not understanding that the disconnect was because I wasn’t embracing the style the book wanted to be. HOWEVER, since finishing his POV (and the entire book << as I am editing this post), I am! sad! I do miss his Lonanisms.

GOOD EYES is split into four scenes. They go as follows (cw: drug addiction, alcoholism):

Scene A:

After Lonan’s relapse in the previous chapter, good ol’ Eliza takes him to the hospital she works at so he can finally get some professional help.

Lonan is in the waiting room and all is going well! Until a lady he doesn't know accuses him of wearing her son’s guardian angel chain + jacket and OOP the tea is that he is!

The woman who sees him in the waiting room is Harrison’s mother, Suzanna. I’ve planned her since I was 15 and never had a project to put her in so it was WILD to finally write her! She’s an AA leader.

Scene B:

Direct continuation of the last scene, except this time Lonan is shook

He’s heard many stories about Suzanna and the last place he expects her to be is here!

He pulls a Lonan and attempts to yeet away from that situation lol (does not work)

Scene C:

We start with Lonan recounting a story Harrison once told him about a knife. He’s thinking about this because he’s helping Suzanna chop vegetables. They’ve since moved back to Eliza’s apartment.

(CW: blood, accidental injury) Lonan cuts himself accidentally and Suzanna jumps at the opportunity to mother him. Her motherly disposition shakes him (he ain’t expecting this).

(CW: abuse) This scene is where this chapter gets its title. Suzanna compliments Lonan’s eyes (which he believes are his worst feature as they’re the physical factor that most closely resembles his father) and calls them “good eyes”. This is the first time he’s considered his eyes as anything but reminders of his abusive father, and is one of the gentlest things I’ve written ahhhhh. Though Suz isn’t in this book for very long, I do think her presence has a profound effect on Lonan who has never had a healthy parental relationship. (AKA we need more!!)

Scene D:

A pretty short scene!

Our girl Eliza gets home after work, and is lowkey amazed that Lonan has helped cook dinner (me too lmaooo)

Lonan is really feeling his work--he out here setting tables, folding napkins, feeling like he could be a wedding planner. In the middle of his #MasterChefMoment, the doorbell rings

And in dramatic fashion guess who on the other side of the door lool

It’s Harrison hahahaha the chapter ends on a cliffhanger hahaaha I feel 13 again!

I really like this chapter! It has some really interesting character work particularly between Suz and Lonan as we get to see two sides of both that we never really do--vulnerability. I wrote this chapter over the first weekend I moved back to school after break and it was such a lovely experience. A really nice, meditative chapter that I really needed. It was the perfect way to leave Lonan’s head.

Excerpts:

(CW: The next two excerpts deal with betta fish fighting)

This is a description of the betta fish in the waiting room that Lonan watches that is totally not an explicit metaphor for his relationship with Harrison def not I have 100% not used this metaphor in another story called Fishbowl starring the two of them noooo should this book have been called “it’s all a metaphor for fighter fish” maybeeee:

The waiting room is fluorescent and empty, the only movement the irregular swish of fighter fish across a fish tank. He read somewhere it’s never a good idea to keep two together, but in the tank they circle. One is pale and translucent like diluted bone, its silk tail fluttering with each jag through the water. The next is a shift of blueness that opalizes with each peck at the water’s surface. They synchronize before one flits its tail so the other jitters toward the glass. It’s a mistake they’ve been put together—they will only kill each other in time.

(I’m a real sucker for betta fish as I had many as a child but Meatball was my #1 right hand man [and the reason why I always seem to describe every betta fish as blue] who lived the longest and I miss him to this day I 100% never ever put two males together tho do not do that!!!)

Here’s another I’m including this because my favourite thing Lonan has ever said in response to someone’s *confusion* is “I need to see a doctor” lmao mooooood (tw: some violent imagery here):

“They shouldn’t be in there together,” he says. His head like the impact of a skipping rock. The rings. He raises his hand when she says nothing, and points to the fish. He doesn’t know which one will die, just that one will.

“You’re wearing his things,” she says.

“They’re going to kill each other.”

“The fish?”

The last time he saw him. The rain. The motel. The neon light eating them both slowly. The things Lonan said—purposefully so he could make a clean getaway. Things that made Harrison wince like Lonan had just bitten his wrist and was holding him there to bleed out.

“I think so.”

Suzanna turns to look at the fish, and then turns back to him. The vacancy in her face is gone—she’s swollen with confusion.

The fire. The dark room. How he knows each ridge of Harrison’s teeth, each metacarpal, each vertebra, each rib, like they’re his own, like they were carved out of the same thing.

“I need to see a doctor.”

(^^ also this whole knowing every bone thing was supposed to be romantic but sounds more like necromancyyy hahaaaaaha Lonan’s bone kink EXPOSED)

Here’s another! TW: blood!! Here’s some description of Lonan accidentally cutting his hand + some Lonan x Suzanna relationship development:

(also Suzanna’s story about the first time she cut herself is ACTUALLY just CNF except I left out some of the gruesome details :’)))

“It happens all the time.” He thinks this might be a continuation of a sentence, but he’s missed the first part. By the time she’s telling him about her first time cutting herself in the kitchen—chopping chives in a hurry for a better omelette--she’s touching his hand again, wrapping a paper towel around it to staunch the bleeding.

Lonan glances down at the stain of red eating the white when two fingers tip his chin up, warm and surprisingly callused. “Not there. Look at me.” He only realizes she’s said this because he’s shaking. “So I tell the guy his advertisement is a lie—no accidents in the kitchen, and what happens when I get mine in the mail? An accident.” She continues easily, like she hasn’t been interrupted.

“What?” Something ringing in his ear. He tries to tip it out with his good hand, but nothing comes out. Again, he looks at his finger—she’s switched to a new paper towel. The blood saturates it, and his pupils dilate at the sight of it—something grossly exciting.

“Up here, honey. I’ve heard I have nice eyes.”

Here’s an excerpt that proves Suz is the *biggest* mood! Her dialogue (the vivid bit) is actually direct mirroring of something Harrison says in an earlier memory Lonan recounted (tho I don’t like the writing in that part so :))):

She leans against the sink for a moment and pinches her nose. He hasn’t meant for his eye colour to upset her, but when she recovers, she moves straight past him to the bloody potatoes on the cutting board. Quickly, she removes the unsalvageable ones, dumps the cutting board into the sink. She begins talking about how much rain they’ve gotten, a show she liked downtown. Something about dogs, or doctors—he doesn’t quite hear what she says. He’s distracted looking at her. How she moves, sturdily. Almost too much. The way she picks up where he left off, dicing, chopping, peeling, like she’s been doing it all along.

“I forgot what it felt like to operate.” He doesn’t know if she refers to being a mother or chopping potatoes. Suzanna is pretty like her son. An edge to her that softens as she speaks. Golden hair that glitters like sunrays, even in the fake apartment light. He doesn’t know how it feels to miss a son. How it feels to carry him in your face, like a second skin. “It’s vivid,” she says.

So that’s it for this update! There are a few more to go (tho I may combine a few) so the Moth Work party ain’t over yet!

For now, I hope y’all enjoyed!

--Rachel

#writing #amwriting #writeblr #writingupdates #writerblr #fostered #mothwork

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btsfaris · 5 years ago

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All I Want [Tom Holland a.u] pt.6

a/n: took me forever to get this out I’m so sorry! here’s a longer chapter to make up for it!

warnings: heartbreaking angst, a bit of fluff, just angst mostly lol. im laughing because I’m a sad person

words: 2.6k

You’re in too deep.

Days turned into weeks, and now here you are, 2 months into the relationship with Tom. You were meant to break up with him a long time ago, and you told yourself you would day after day. That day has yet to come. But how could you break up with Tom? He was absolutely amazing, charming as hell and the sweetest man you had ever known. He cared for you, always attentive and sure knew how to make you feel special.

Not only that but the sex was great, you’ve had a couple of partners in your life but none of them could compare to Tom. He sure knew how to please a girl, whispering sweet nothings in your ear all night long. And the aftercare? Always so caring and even runs you a bath or a massage when you’re sore. Now who could leave a man like that? But you had to, eventually.

And that day seemed closer than you thought when Tom asked you a question after a lovely night of romance.

“Baby?” Tom asks, rubbing your lower back sweetly.

“Hm,” you hum, snuggling closer to him. He kisses the top of your head and wraps his arms around you.

“Would you like to have dinner with my parents?” He questions, making you tense up instantly. Panic suddenly begins to run through your veins. Dinner with his parents? Now that meant he was serious about this. You were dreading the day he’d ask this, hoping to have enough courage to cut the cord before it.

“O-Oh, um, you want me to meet them?” You mumble, and he pulls you back far enough to look at your face. You don’t meet his eyes and he notices this.

“Do you not want to? You don’t have to,” He tells you, making you feel guilty when you see his disappointed face.

“That’s not it at all! I-I do!” You sputter out quickly. “But are you ready for me to meet them?”

“Of course I am! I want my family to meet the girl I’m crazy about,” he grins, nuzzling his nose on yours. “Besides, they can’t wait to meet you.”

“They can’t..?” You ask Tom. He nods, “Yeah, they want to get to know you, properly.”

Oh great.“Oh well, I’d love to then,” you say, a fake smile on your face. Inside your mind is telling you to run far, far away.

“Good! It’s settled, well have dinner with them on Saturday,” Tom grins, and your eyes nearly fall out of your face. Saturday? So soon? It was already Tuesday and you didn’t know a date was going to be set, “oh I’m so excited for them to see how great you are love.”

“Yeah.. me too.”

He seems pleased with your answer as he turns you over, and kisses you tenderly. Running your fingers through his hair, the kiss turns heated and you resume your nightly activities.

“You are so not breaking up with him!”

You roll your eyes, wiping down another table as customers leave, it was almost time to close.

It was Wednesday night, and you still hadn’t broken up with Tom. You didn’t want to, but you were days away from meeting his family. If you kept this up any longer, his parents would surely as about yours and what you do for a living. That was the last thing you wanted, to lie to his parents or have Tom find out the truth. That you were dirt poor.

“I have no choice Missy,” you sigh, picking up dirty plates and moving them to the kitchen.

“Well of course you do, you bafoon! It’s called telling him the truth,” your friend says, making you wince at the thought.

“And tell him what exactly? Oh hey, by the way, I live in a shitty home, work overtime to pay for bills? I’m not stupid,” you move back to the front, Missy following behind.

“You sure? Because you act like he’s going to be disgusted with you or something!”

“And how do I know he’s not? He could probably buy half of the land in London, you honestly don’t think he’d reject me?” you hiss quietly, eyeing the last bit of customers.

“Well with that sort of nasty attitude, anyone would fuck-“ “Shh!” you cut her off, saying goodbye as the last customers leave.

“Y/n, just tell him! Why are you going to end it, if you don’t even know what could happen? Hell, what if he doesn’t care? You’ll never know.” Your inner goddess applauds your friend, and you know she has a point but you can’t help it.

“But what if he doesn’t? What if he ends it,” you whisper, “I don’t think I could take it, watch him break my heart like that.” “He won’t y/n,” Missy eyes turn sympathetic, giving you a hug, “you are an amazing girl, you’re fit, funny and hardworking as hell. And if he can’t see that, then fuck him! You don’t need that.”

You didn’t even realize you were crying until the tears ran down your cheeks. “Thank you Missy,” you sniffle, giving her a sad smile. “But sweetie, give him a chance.. Don’t do something you’ll regret later on.” She tells you, walking to the back room. Leaving you with your thoughts.

By Friday night, you were already coming up with excuses to not meet Tom’s parents. Trying to hold onto the relationship for a just a bit longer.

Rummaging through your clothes, you cannot find a single piece of clothing that is fit to meet his parents in. You’re sure they will wear something classy, something expensive. Something you don’t own. You sigh and slump back on your bed.

Dialing your boyfriend’s number, you hold it up to your ear. After a few rings, he picks up. “Hey honey, I was just thinking about you,” he muses.

“Oh really? At this time at night?” You say, playfully.

“Oh you know me baby, always thinking of you at this time,” you can hear him smirk, “how are you doing love?”

How am I doing? Terrible.

“Great actually, well, there’s a bit of a problem..”

“What’s the problem?” Tom asks, concerned. “I just don’t have anything to wear for Saturday,” you sigh, “maybe we should postpone the dinner? I want to meet your parents when I look my best.”

“Sweetie you could wear a potato sack and look perfect,” he jokes, and you giggle at him, “did you want to go shopping? I can pay.”

“Shopping? No! I-I just think we should wait until I can get something nice for the occasion,” you say immediately, “maybe in two weeks? A month?” “Baby is everything okay?” The worried tone in his voice makes you suddenly feel guilty.

“Of course! I was just thinking..” Do it! “how I have nothing to wear,” you grumble and he sighs in relief. “Baby we can just go get you something nice tomorrow before dinner, don’t worry about it.”

“Maybe I can just borrow something-“ “No y/n, I’m getting you the most beautiful dress money can buy!” Only your money can buy, you mentally snort.

“I-I don’t know Tom…”

“Please? For me love?” You know he’s giving you those big brown eyes that you can never say no to through the phone.

“Okay.. for you.”

The next morning, you’re rushing to make it downtown where all the prominent designers stores are at. Of course you wouldn’t have had to if you had taken Tom’s ride offer, but you decline, as always.

As you look around for your boyfriend, you notice other people staring at you curiously. Glancing down, you notice your attire isn’t quite up to par as some of the people around you. Denim jeans and a knitted sweater with beat up boots.

“Hey sweetie,” Tom comes up from behind you and you turn to look at him. A grey button up shirt loosely tucked in to his black right slacks and suede shoes. Now he truly looked like he belonged here.

“Hi Tom,” you smile tightly and he kisses you lightly. “Ready to shop?” Tom teases you and it makes you want to crawl back into bed and avoid this whole thing. “Of course,” you say instead, taking his hand, pulling him inside the shop.

Immediately a young woman approaches you both, “Hello Mr. Holland, here to look at our new men’s collection?”

“No not today Mary,” he chuckles and wraps his arm around your waist, “we’re here to look at your dresses, dining specifically. Do you have anything new?”

She looks at you for a second, “Of course, sir, I’m sure we have something.. special for her,” she gives you a tight smile before turning around and walking further into the store. You look up at Tom and he gives you a big grin. Wonderful.

The woman returns with a rack filled with beautiful dresses in many designs, from silk all the way to lace. “We have this new line that just came in yesterday, no one’s had a chance to get their hands on them yet,” she tells you both, glancing at you once in a while.

“Well have at it,” Tom tells you, sitting down on one of the comfortable sofas the store has by the dressing room. You nod, walking inside to try on the dresses.

The first dress fits odd, too tight in all the wrong places. Moving on to the next one, it’s all ruffles and drags at your feet, not exactly dinner table material. Slipping it off, you try on the third dress and it immediately looks beautiful.

Grey iridescent material that stops right above your knee, it is a bit loose around the bust area, but perhaps you could just pin it to your brassiere. You walk out of the private room to look at yourself in better lighting outside.

“That looks beautiful,” one of the other employees says, “though you do need some tailoring around the bust, here I’ll help.”

She grabs a few pins and helps adjust it to fit you perfectly. “This dress looks amazing, important event you’re going to I assume?” she asks, still focusing on the dress.

“Yeah, meeting my boyfriend's parents,” you hold in your breath, trying not to move too much.

“Parents? They must be a big deal then,” she looks at you playfully, pinning the material carefully not to poke you.

“Yeah, they are,” you say nervously.

“Don’t worry about it sweetie, with this dress you’re going to impress everyone,” she tells you reassuringly, making you relax a bit, “too bad you’re not single though, I heard Tom Holland’s right outside, kind of a big deal huh?”

“Oh yeah, he is isn’t he?” You laugh awkwardly.

“It’s not like he’d look at us anyways, prominent families like those have their lives planned since birth.”

“What do you mean?” You ask, curiously.

“Well you know, rich families marry other rich families, to keep the money in the circle. The parents are usually the ones who pick their future partners, that kind of thing. Too bad huh, wouldn’t mind having a fine rich lad like him,” she clarifies with a little giggle.

“Yeah.. too bad,” you give her a fake smile.

4 hours later, you’re dressed to kill. But to kill what exactly? The relationship? You have yet to do so. So why are you wearing a full face of makeup and the thousands of dollars dress that you know you’ll have to give back? Are you really going through with this? Go through the humiliation? You don’t know.

Pacing back and forth in your room, you try to collect your thoughts. If you break up with Tom, it’ll be over, he might hate you for doing this but then again, he might hate you more for deceiving him. But you didn’t exactly deceive him, did you? Of course, you never really let him into your life. Just gave him bits and pieces to make yourself seem perfect enough.

But you love him, over time you’ve realized this. He is absolutely wonderful to you, so understanding and romantic towards you. Would he really care if you held a penny to his hundred dollar bill?

Give him a chance, Missy’s voice runs inside your head. Can I?

Finally, you pick up your clutch from the dresser and head out.

You arrive at his mansion a bit later than you expected due to traffic, which didn’t really help with your nerves. The taxi waits for his payment and you pause, “Could you wait here a second, I’ll be right back,” you tell the driver and walk out of the car.

Walking up the steps of his home, your heart feels like it’s beating out of your chest and your hands are sweating. Taking a deep breath, you nod on the door and wait patiently before the door opens a moment later.

Instead of seeing the warm brown eyes you’re used to, you’re met with a pair of beautiful blue eyes. She’s tall, with long blonde hair curled to perfection and a tight red dress that fits her like a second skin. “Hello, are you here for Tom?” She asks, giving you a beautiful smile. You nod, dumbfounded.

“How do you do? I’m Sabrina, Tom’s childhood friend,” she holds out her polished hand to you, and you take it, still stunned by her beauty.

“Who’s at door- Oh, hi love!” Tom suddenly appears, breathtaking as well. He kisses you softly before pulling away. You stare at them both, they look absolutely beautiful together. Like a match made in heaven.

“Hi Tom..” you smile sadly.

“So this must be the extraordinary Y/n, I’ve been hearing about. Well Tom, I have to say, she’s a keeper,” Sabrina giggles, and Tom blushes at her teasing, “I’ll see you both at the table.” She leaves, her silky hair swaying behind her.

“You coming in?” Tom jokes, holding the door open for you.

“Actually,” you swallow, trying to hold back tears, “Tom, I have to talk to you..”

Tom’s eyes soften, he closes the door behind him to give you both privacy, “Is something wrong?”

“I.. I can’t do this Tom,” you whisper, feeling cold suddenly.

“What do you mean? Can’t do what?” He asks, worried.

“This, I shouldn’t have come,” you shake your head, walking down the steps but before you can go down another, Tom is pulling you back. “Wait, wait, wait,” he furrows his brows, “is this about my parents? Are you that worried? Sweetie, they’ll love you.”

“But they won’t, she’s the one..” you softly mutter.

“Who’s the one? Darling, please tell me what’s wrong..” he asks, a confused tone in his voice.

“Tom, thank you so much for these past few amazing months but, I can’t keep doing this anymore. I’m not the one for you, I can’t give you what you want. You might not understand right now, but I hope that she will make you happy, make your parents proud and love you the same way I love you,” you confess, tears streaming down your face now.

“You love me?” He says stunned, reaching his hand up to your soaked cheek. You lean into his touch one last time, “Who are you talking about? Who is she-“

“Yes, I love you Tom, I love you so much that even if it hurts, I’m letting you go,” you say, looking at him once more before pushing past him to the waiting taxi. You climb in quickly and lock the door before Tom can open it.

“Hey! Wait! Y/N!” Tom begs, banging on the door frantically.

“Go! Please go,” you tell the driver and he nods.

“No! Baby, please stay! Don’t do this!” Tears run down his cheeks now and it breaks your heart in half.

“Goodbye Tom,” you whisper, the vehicle moving away from him, his home, and from his life forever.

a/n: why am I so sad lol an angsty chapter oops

#tom holland #peter parker #spiderman #tom holland angst #tom holland smut #tom holland fluff #tom holland oneshot #spiderboy #spiderman: homecoming #tom smut

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retro-rezz-the-est · 5 years ago

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The Right Alpha pt. 2 (Drew/Reader/Roman A/B/O)

Summary: A/B/O action with Drew and Ro accompanied by real time plot lmao. No smut this time, but plenty of angst and fluff.

(A/N: I wanted to get this out for my birthday and for the 500 followers milestone last week but since I’m a lazy piece of shit who’s brain doesn’t work properly, I forgot lol. So here it is! Thanks once again for 500+ and let’s hope that I haven’t lost my marbles due to VKM’s crap by the next milestone. God bless @writinglionqueen and @writing-reigns for being my betas and my support system throughout this. Love y��all both! ^3^)

Warnings: a lot of harassment/sexual harassment, brief flashbacks of the douchebag ex from the first part and Roman and Drew bc they should come with their own warning labels lmao

Word Count: 6728

Read part one here

(Y/n): your name

~~~~~

“You sure you don’t need anything tonight?” Roman asked.

“Trust me, Ro, I’ll be fine,” you said, holding your phone to your ear as you walked towards the backstage door. Even though Ro was still scheduled to be at tonight’s show, he still had yet to show up to the arena. Duffel in hand, you shouldered the door open and were met with the bustling sounds of the production team and the stagehands prepping for that night’s SmackDown Live taping.

You heard him chuckle in your ear. “If you say so, baby girl. Love you.”

“Love you too, Big Dog.”

Your heart felt light as you ended the call, sighing to yourself and holding the phone to your chest. You’ve been floating on air since Roman and Drew confronted you in that hallway after RAW a few months ago and with the implementation of the new, albeit incredibly stupid, “wild card rule”, you were able to spend more time with your Alphas. For the first time since jumping ship to the blue brand thanks to the new rule, you felt…

...happy.

You were actually eager to come into work that day, mentally preparing for your tag match with Bayley against Alexa and Nikki Cross. Sporting one of the merch tees you stole from Ro and a pair of jean shorts, you tried to maneuver your way around everyone and make it to the women’s locker room in one piece. You tugged on it and bought the collar to your face, inhaling and smiling as the scent of your alpha washed over you.

You really have it bad, don’t you? you asked yourself, your thoughts taking over.

Yep, and I don’t mind one bit.

You didn’t notice the figure in front of you until you crashed into them nose-first, bashing your head against the back of theirs.

“Shit,” you said, pocketing your cell as you tried to speak with a mouth full of hair. “Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention!”

“It’s ok, girl. I shouldn’t have been standing around like an idiot,” the voice replied, their body turning to face you.

The now-revealed Smackdown Women’s Champ ran a hand through her long hair and smiled at you, taking her other hand off of her suitcase’s handle briefly to give you one of her iconic hugs. When you first transferred from the Monday show, the Beta was the first person to show you any sort of kindness. So, the two of you became fast friends, looking out for each other both in and out of the ring. “So, how’s my fave tag team partner doing?”

“I’m doing well, actually,” you replied as you started off on you way again, her trailing closely behind you. “SmackDown’s a lot more chill than Raw is, to be honest.”

She let out another short laugh. “You’re not wrong here, (Y/n), but the wild card rule keeps shaking everything up around here.”

“Ugh, tell me about it. If I keep having to see the same people getting pushed when there’s quality talent just sitting back here, I’m gonna pull my hair out.”

“I know, right? I’d love to face some of the other girls here, like Kairi or Ember,” she added, unzipping her dark grey hoodie.

You raised your brow at her suggestions and noted, “I would actually pay to see those matches happen.”

“Well, at least it hasn’t been all that bad lately. You still get to see your mates every day thanks to the rule,” she sighed in content and looked at you. “I’m literally so jealous of you. Two mates! How do you guys even function?”

You started to ramble on about your relationship with the two Superstars as the two of you continued to walk down to the locker rooms, but you soon noticed Bayley glancing at you funny.

“What?” you asked her, brushing yourself off. “Is there something on me? Is there something on my face?”

“Nah, there isn’t. I was just hoping that you were gonna get into the more… juicy details,” she cheekily wondered, a sly grin plastered on her face.

“B-Bayley! I’m not gonna gossip about my sex life here! There are three topics you don’t talk about at work: politics, religion, and sex!”

“Aww, come on, live a little!” the beta whined. “Just this one little thing? For me?”

She already knew the answer the moment she looked back at your face, pouting in defeat. She made a move for her pocket and paused, feeling around in it when her eyes went wide.

“What’s wrong, Bayley?”

Groaning, she answered, “My hair ties. I think I left them with that stagehand I bumped into when I got here about an hour ago. Can you wait for me here and watch my bag while I try to find them? I promise I won’t be gone for long.”

“Of course,” you responded as she handed her small suitcase over to you. She shouted a “thank you” in your direction as she ran off and turned a corner.

You dropped your duffel on top of her suitcase and pulled your phone back out and leaned up against the wall behind you, scrolling through your old texts as you drowned out the hustle and bustle around you. You opened your group chat with Drew and Ro, giggling at how they both complained about working with Shane and his behavior.

Reading through the messages, you didn’t notice the shadow that had just loomed over your body. A hand slapped the wall next to your head, but you didn’t want to look up. You didn’t want to look up because you already knew who it was.

Speak of the fucking devil.

“Hello, (Y/n).”

You could already hear the sickly sweet adoration dripping from his voice, but you still didn’t look at him when you responded. “What the hell do you want, Shane?”

“Woah there, Omega. Is that any way to speak to your boss? I feel offended,” he said, his voice still filled with endless loads of fakeness. You could smell the cockiness rolling off him in waves, so much so that you had to hold your breath whenever he was around. The hand on the wall was slowly moving closer to your head and you could hear it, and you hoped to whoever’s above that someone would do something about it.

But no one ever did.

You could feel your hands starting to tremble as he leaned closer to your face. “I was just gonna ask where your two big, bad Alphas were, sweetheart. There’s no harm in that.”

The weight of his leer felt like a brick pressing against your forehead and you kept getting whiffs of want her and mine that you sure as hell didn’t need today. The Alpha above you moved a piece of hair away from your face and chuckled at your hesitance, already familiar with it.

“Y-You should already know where Drew is, you prick. And Ro’s here as well. He’s just not… here… right now.”

Your wolf was going absolutely batshit at the sight of him, and the thought of him touching you made it even more ravenous.

Hit him! Tear into his smug face! Kick him in the balls! Tell him off! Do something already!

You could feel your teeth start to grow sharper as he chuckled again, his free hand descending to your waist while the other made its way to the back of your head. You could feel his gaze lingering in your cleavage, and you felt more exposed than before.

Why can’t he just leave me alone, for fuck’s sake?

“Oh, he’s not here right now? What a shame. Truly,” he said teasingly. Shane’s hands gripped you tighter as he pulled you closer to him, forcing you to look up at him and drop your phone to the floor with a clatter. His eyes were malicious, but they held in them a caring look so fake and plastic that it made you sick.

Your entire body shuddered as you looked into his empty eyes. “Yeah, he’s not here now. So, w-what do you want from me, S-Shane?”

It was still shocking how no one passing by saw him do this to you. It still shocked you how no one interfered with him tormenting you like this.

“You know what I want, (Y/n). Just say yes and I’ll go.”

Resisting the urge to scoff, you uttered, “The fucking answer’s still no and you know why.”

“Aww, come on, live a little!” he whined, mocking Bayley’s earlier comment and making you cringe. “I could show you a really fun time.”

He managed to pull you even closer to his chest and he leaned down to your ear. “Just picture it: a night out celebrating with me and Drew after beating your pathetic, waste of space mate to a pulp once again. And as the night grows even later, we could get more… intimate, if you will.”

Don’t say anything, you told your wolf despite the immediate pushback from it. Shane’s breath was near potent and you actually felt the need to eject a wave of vomit onto his Jordans. Keep quiet and don’t make this any worse for me.

“Plus, seeing as those two idiots haven’t even claimed you yet, I can show that Scottish dud how it’s really done.”

Gripping your hair, he yanked your head back and bashed your head on the wall, ogling at your unmarked neck while you hissed in pain. With your arms stuck against his body, his head fell and he drew his nose over the skin. “You’d love being mine, Omega. I’d treat you right, unlike those absolute brutes you have for mates.”

Don’t do anything because if you do, then you’ll bite his nose off and we’ll be out of a job.

“What do you say, (Y/n)? You wanna take this for a test drive?”

His wedding band started to dig into your side through your shirt and you yelped, telling him, “You shouldn’t be doing this, Shane. You’re married, right? And you have pups?”

He roared with laughter at your comment, and all you wanted to do in that moment was curl into a ball and hide with your mates at your side. He responded with a large grin, saying, “And what about it, sweetheart? She doesn’t have to know now, does she?”

Moving up to your jaw from your neck, his lips brushed against your cheek as he added, “And besides, you like knowing that, don’t you?”

Before he could move closer to your own mouth, his own phone rang and you thanked every deity in existence that he released you and moved away to take the call.

“We’ll finish this conversation later, (Y/n). I’ll see you around.”

Holding the phone to his ear, he brushed off his chest with his free hand and casually walked away, you looking bewildered as he did so. You felt nauseous and dirty, feeling your now sharpened nails digging into the palms of your hands as you curled them into fists.

You hated this.

You’ve hated it since he started this little “game” of his a month ago, and you sure as hell hate it now. You hated how easily he could corner you and make you feel as vulnerable and weak as a small child. And you couldn’t even do anything about it because he was your fucking boss!

Your wolf howled in anger, letting out kill and must tell mates with every other breath. Everything around you continued as normal, but you knew that it was far from it. Your eyes burned with the feeling of unfallen tears and you could feel your breath grow faint when a familiar voice reared in the background.

“Hey, (Y/n)! I’m back! Sorry I took so long, the stagehand wasn’t in the spot where I had found them originally and I had to go searching for them again but that took ages-”

Bayley stopped her mini rant and took a good look at you, your entire attitude seeming to deflate since she had left originally.

“Hey, are you okay?” the Beta asked you. “You look...sick. Like you’ve just seen a ghost or something.”

Blinking the tears away, you forced a laugh out and moved your hands behind your back. “It’s fine. I’m just… just a little nervous about tonight. It’s my first time going against Alexa and I want my first match with her to go well.”

“Well, I’m sure you’ll be fi- oh my god, (Y/n)!)”

You quickly looked around, eyes wide with shock. “What? What happened? What is it?”

“Your hands!”

“My wha- oh.”

Drops of blood were currently dripping from your fists and onto the floor, making small puddles at your sides. You didn’t feel the bite of your nails digging into your skin, but you chuckled nervously and tried to hide them again. She grabbed your wrists in one hand and reached for her bag with the other.

“We have to get these cleaned and wrapped before out match tonight. Come on!” she told you, hoisting your bag onto her shoulder and dragging you by your wrist to the medical personnel with her free hand.

~~~~~

“Haha, take that, Bliss! You’re never getting your hands on this!” Bayley exclaimed at the blonde as the woman clutched her sides at the champ’s feet, you raising her arm above her head in victory. Moments later, Nikki slid into the ring as soon as you two slipped out of it.

Bayley gave you a hug as she started to make her way up the ramp with her title held high, Bliss and Cross limping back up a few minutes later. You, however, walked in the direction of the announce table where an empty chair and headset were waiting for you. You gave a brief greeting to Graves, Saxton and Philips before situating yourself next to the first man.

The last match of the night was a one-on-one bout between Ro and Shane and as always, Shane cockily walked out to the ring with Drew in tow to the sounds of boos from the crowd and his “best in the world” introduction. Drew grabbed two mics for him and Shane before they both climbed into the ring, looking like they absolutely owned the place. It would’ve made you smile if it weren’t for him being the lackey at the likes of Shane.

Shane raised his to his mouth and was about to talk, but he was interrupted by the blaring sound of Roman’s theme. He came out with a smirk on his face and you could almost hear the thud of his boots as he stalked to the ring.

He threw you a wink when he made it to the ropes closest to you and you smiled, hearing the ref signal for the bell and seeing Shane immediately rush at him from behind. He threw his forearm into the back of Roman’s head and crippled him, making you gasp. Drew applauded at ringside and the two of you locked eyes.

You shuddered under his intense gaze and you quickly looked away just in time to see Shane stomping out Roman, your mate groaning as his heel connected with his chest. You glanced away from the match briefly to discuss other matters with your fellow commentators (minus Graves, of course) before turning back and seeing Shane glaring directly at you, the look in his eyes making feel nauseous as you wrap your arms around your torso.

He winked at you like Roman had, taking his time raking those eyes along your figure and Roman was quick to notice. The Samoan bared his teeth and growled as he began to let out his wolf and rose from the ring floor, charging at Shane and spearing his head into the ringpost he was closest to. As the grey-haired Alpha started to regain his senses again, he threw his chest back and howled with the rest of the Universe and speared Shane again. The match was over before you could even blink, and Roman quickly pinned the other Alpha to pick up the win.

Huh, Shane’s off his game tonight. Good, you thought as you heard the three-count and you stood to clap for your mate. Taking off your headset and thanking the three men at commentary, you made your way into the ring and took Roman’s arm to raise it.

You two quickly moved out of it and began walking up the ramp side by side, his arm thrown around your shoulders and your own wrapped around his waist. Glancing behind you, you saw the dirty look Shane threw you and you smiled internally at that, claiming it as a small victory over him.

He pulled you aside near some supply crates as you made it backstage, bringing you into his chest while you inhaled his familiar scent. It had momentarily calmed your nerves down, being there with him, but they were briskly replaced by a new feeling of dread when he moved your hands from around him and looked down at your bandaged hands.

“How’d this happen, Omega?” Roman asked, worry making his brows furrow. “Did you hurt yourself?”

He started to rub at where the skin of your palms would be as you answered him. “Yeah, I did. I was nervous my match and I didn’t notice my nails digging into my hands. Bayley bandaged me up well, so I should be fine.”

You and your own wolf felt bad for lying to him about them, but you didn’t need him going after Shane with a death wish in tow and getting fired because of it.

This is better, you assumed, seeing his eyes grow soft. It’s better for all of us.

“I’m just glad that you were able to pin Shane tonight,” You raised your hands to cup his face and he nuzzled himself into them, making you chuckle. “Lord knows he needs to be put in his place.”

Roman laughed as you said the last bit under your breath, squeezing your waist before lifting his hands to move yours from his face. “Speaking of Shane,” he questioned, looking down at you with concern in his warm brown eyes, “what was that wink all about during the match? Is there something you’re not telling me, baby girl?”

“What? No,” you scoffed, answering him quickly. “Shane’s just being his usual dickish self in order to get under your skin and make you mad. Nothing more.”

The quickness of your response made the Alpha quirk his brow for a second when he smelled hurt and shame wafting off of you but he brushed it off, agreeing with you. You rose onto your toes and planted a kiss to his cheek, saying, “Now, you wait for Drew here while I go and get our things ready, ok?”

You let go of him and began walking away, hearing him reply with a “yes ma’am” and pivoting on your heel to see him throw up a faux salute in your direction. His eyes lingered on you even as your figure grew smaller until you finally turned a corner.

Your heart wanted to fall out of your chest and flop around on the floor when he asked you about your hands, and even more so when he asked about Shane’s shitty excuse of a wink. But, you persisted, even though your wolf continued to berate you about the situation.

Lying will not make this better. Makes it worse for you and mates. You’ll see.

~~~~~

Since your tag match with Bayley against Bliss and Cross went over so well on SmackDown, you were told that you had to give a dual promo with the blonde Omega the next week on the red brand.

You arrived to the arena dressed in a casual black tank with some skinny jeans, your sweater tied around your waist. Since the skin on your hands was starting to heal and you didn’t want to encounter Shane again, you decided to take the longer route to the locker room instead, using as many of the hallways as you could. He was always lingering somewhere on both shows and was always eager to find you, and you weren’t taking any chances.

A few minutes had passed since you’d seen anyone and you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding in. Turning down another empty hall, you felt a presence trailing behind you as you walked, but you paid it no mind. Then, a rough hand grasped your shoulder and spun you around.

“Thought you could run away from me, little Omega?”

How in the absolute hell?!

Your eyes went wide when he spun you around and pinned your arms to your sides. Shane moved in closer and you had the incredible urge to just raise your head and scratch his face up with your teeth.

“H-How did you find me?”

His laughter bounced off the concrete walls, making your bones vibrate. “I told you last week that we’d finish our conversation later. And to me, ‘later’ means ‘right fucking now’.”

He laughed again at your lack of words, your mouth slightly agape and hyperventilating. You were smart in that you didn’t ball your hands up as to not puncture the skin of your palms again, but you were damn near close to.

You could feel his hands sliding up your bare arms and situate themselves at the base of your neck, his thumbs drawing figures along your collarbone. All you could see was his smug grin, complete with eyes that were filled with absolutely zero remorse for what he was doing.

“Why do you do this to m-me, Shane? What did I do to you?”

This caught his attention. “You haven’t done anything yet, but you will.”

Huh?

“Like I said numerous times before, you’ll need a real Alpha like myself to show you the ropes. You’ll need me to claim you and show you how to be a good-”

He talked to you as if you were an incompetent child, and his hold on you grew tighter with every word. You began to struggle and try to get yourself out and away from him, but to no avail.

This hurts.

“- obedient -”

Pain.

“- little Omega for me, (Y/n).”

Struggling became useless as your breathing became quicker and quicker with each passing second and you shut your eyes tight, feeling them shift along with your teeth. His words were reminiscent of those from your ex-lover, and you couldn’t help but see blood red all over at the sound of them.

All you could think of was how dirty your ex made you feel, putting you down constantly with his hurtful, disgusting actions and words, and he made you feel the exact same way that he had and you wanted him to. You had to physically hold yourself back from pouncing on him and dragging his face into the ground.

Get him now!

“Shane? Shane, where th’ fuck are ya? We’re on in thirty bloody minutes!”

Oh, thank the gods above.

Shane groaned and released you abruptly, causing you to stagger back. “Fucking hell, Drew.”

The large Scottish Alpha’s feet reverberated off the walls around you and he turned the corner closest to you two, looking around. He spotted you both and stomped over, clearly pissed off with Shane.

“What th’ hell, man?! Ya say you were gonna meet me here, an’ then you just rush out like a bat outta hell!”

Dressed in a simple white tee and jeans with a leather jacket on top, he curled his hands and growled, letting off more feral scents combined with his usual one. Through his frustration, he saw the glow of your shifting eyes and how much you were trembling, accompanied by the growing of your nails at your sides.

Eyes flickering between the two of you, he looked at the other Alpha and grimaced. “And what were ya doin’ all alone here with my mate, Shane? I thought I told ya she’s taken.”

The other man chuckled nervously as you cupped your neck, feeling the imprints from his fingers already beginning to bloom into small bruises.

“We weren’t doing anything, McIntyre. I just caught up with her and was just politely asking her a question about her new feud with Alexa. Isn’t that tight, (Y/n)?”

You nearly barfed at his piss poor attempt at being nice, but you decided to play along. “Yeah,” you murmured, willing your eyes to fade to their normal hue and your nails and teeth to shrink down. “We’re all good here.”

You feigned another laugh and quickly put your sweater on, zipping it up fully to keep your skin hidden. Drew looked as if he didn’t buy any of it but soon turned around, grabbing Shane by the collar and dragging him away.

“Woah, hey now, watch the shirt! This thing is worth more than your monthly salary!”

“Cut th’ shit,” the Scot grumbled, stomping away with him in tow. “We’re already running behind schedule and I don’t need t’ hear your daddy runnin’ his mouth at me again.”

And with that, the duo disappeared behind another wall, their voices fading into nothing while you stumbled back into the wall behind you, clutching your chest and feeling your heart race.

“Great,” you muttered, briskly walking in the opposite direction of them. “Hope the Glam Squad has enough concealer to cover these up.”

Your promo was one of the first segments of the night and you were finished with it relatively quickly, getting a fairly good reaction from the crowd when the other woman had come out to do her bit. You were glad everything went smoothly once you finished and when you finally got backstage, you started to make the journey back to get the remainder of your things and head back to the hotel.

You made it to the women’s locker room and shut the door, grabbing your sweater and bending down to stuff it into the bag you had Natalya bring for you. You got out your phone to text your mates and ask them when they were going to be finished when the door behind you creaked open, twin footfalls thudding on the floor. Their scent slowly filled the room surrounded you before you saw them and you relaxed your shoulders.

“Hey, are you guys finished for the night? I was gonna text you to see when you-”

You pivoted on your heel to face the two large Alphas with a grin on your face, Roman dressed in a long sleeved black tee and shorts and Drew in the outfit you saw him in earlier. They stared back at you intensely, Roman crossing his arms and Drew moving to go lock the door.

You shuddered under their intense glares, asking, “Is everything okay?”

Roman was the first one to speak, uncrossing his arms and walking over to you. He moved your bag and took your hand, sitting you down on the bench behind you as the Scot watched from the door.

“Me and Drew were talking earlier, and we feel like you’re hiding something from us, ‘mega.”

Oh, help me now.

“Me? Hiding something from you two?” you pondered, scoffing and chuckling anxiously. “Everything’s totally fine. Trust me.”

“And there it is again,” he shot back, “you’re doing that thing again. You’ve been acting skittish and dodging our questions for almost a month now. Why won’t you tell us what’s wrong?”

He was confused, and you could clearly see the hurt in his eyes when you looked into them. But you couldn’t bring yourself to tell them yet.

Do it.

“I mean, was it something that we said? Something we did?”

“N-No, of course not, Ro! You know you’d never do anything to hurt me! You both wouldn’t!”

You sighed and took your hands out of his, placing them on your head as your eyes fell to your lap. It took everything in you not to burst out into a fiery mix or rage and tears. “Look, I already told you guys before. It’s noth-”

A loud bang brought you back from your stupor and you yelped, jumping out of your skin and directing your attention to the door. Drew stood there with the side of his fist against the door, and there was a crack emulating from the impact.

“Enough of this, (Y/n). We’re your Alphas, your mates. You’re supposed t’ tell us when something’s up. Why’re ya hidin’ from us?” he whispered, his voice cracking near the end.

Drew didn’t really express his more sentimental emotions outright but when he did, it absolutely crushed you. You could see your mates hurting - feel them hurting - and they were slowly chipping away at your walls. The silence after he spoke was deafening and you knew that if a pin fell then, you would hear it.

Every second felt like a minute and every minute felt like an eternity until you opened your mouth again.

“I don’t want you both to think that I’m a bad Omega for not saying something sooner.”

Your soft voice prompted Drew to move away from the door and kneel down to your height, placing both of his hands on your thigh. “Leannan (sweetheart), nothing ya say right now will make us ever think that. You’re our mate, and ya should be able to tell us anything plaguin’ ya.”

“We love you, (Y/n), and we do care,” Roman added, moving his hand to cup your cheek. “You don’t have to tell us everything if it’s too much, but at least give us something.”

Tick.

The fuse was lit.

Boom.

With that permission, you didn’t notice how quickly your body shifted into attack mode and you hastily stood, knocking your bag over.

“It’s fucking Shane’s fucking fault!” you barked, baring your teeth and nails to no one. “He keeps on stalking me and harassing me and bothering me and saying how much fucking better he’d be as my mate!”

You moved from the bench and began to pace the room, huffing and blocking out all outside noises as you continued to rant. “That little rich shitbag thinks he can do all of this over and over again with no consequence, and he thinks that he can just grab me and toss me around like I’m some useless thing! It makes me feel sick and dirty and… argh!”

The two Alphas jumped when you kicked a nearby locker, putting a dent in the shape of your foot in it. “I want to claw his eyes and scratch his smug stupid face! I hate it when he says that he’s gonna ‘show me the ropes’ and fucking claim me as his own when he’s got a whole wife and pups!”

You paused to catch your breath but you couldn’t stop the tears that were burning your eyes from falling. Your back hit the wall and you slid to the floor, cradling your face in your hands.

“I just… what did I do to deserve any of this?”

Your mates rushed to your sides as you cried, Drew holding you to his chest as you let the tears flow. You could feel Drew's heart beat faster and faster and you could feel Roman's heavy breathing on your neck.

The Samoan stood up and looked at your wrecked form, growling. You could see his eyes dilated and flash gold for a second before he turned away from you and unlocked the door, almost ripping it from its hinges as he stormed out with murder on his mind.

“Shane! Where the fuck are you, you bastard?! I’m gonna tear you apart!”

Oh fuck, you though, untangling yourself from Drew and getting up as quickly as you could to follow him. You two scrambled outside to find the wild Alpha and spotted him barreling through anyone who dared to get in his way as he continued to shout.

“Everyone get the hell out of my way! Where’s Shane?! I’m gonna fucking kill him!”

You ran after him, shoving past poor stagehands and other Superstars to get to your angered mate. Reaching him, you took his wrist and spun him around, seeing his eyes blown out to a full gold. His chest heaved with every harsh breath, and you could see veins popping out of his neck from how hard he was clenching his teeth.

“You see? This is why I didn’t tell you in the first place! I didn’t want you to go on a murder-happy fucking rampage and lose your damn job!”

“She’s got a point,” Drew added, firmly grasping Ro’s other wrist. “You need to think!”

He was having none of it. “He hurt my mate, our mate, and that waste of space needs to pay! I’ll find him and rip out his eyes myself.”

It scared you how aggressive he was when he meant it, but you stood your ground. “You’re not the only one who wants to kill that bag of human scum, Roman, but we do have to be smart about this.”

“We can deal with him next week,” you sighed. “Just… just calm down, please.”

No! Now! Get him now!

Drew nodded, agreeing with you and helping you to pull the other man back in the opposite go get the rest of your things even though he continued to try and escape. You smiled to yourself, though, at the thought of the things you were going to do to Vince’s son in the near future.

~~~~~

For the next week, your two mates didn’t leave your side for a second, with Roman escorting you out to the ring for your match on SmackDown the next night and Drew acting as your personal bodyguard when the cameras weren’t rolling. They wouldn’t let anyone get near you, growling and baring their teeth at anyone who wasn’t a personal friend who dared to get in your personal space.

Monday came far too soon and the three of you arrived to the arena, game faces on as you waltzed in like your own little pack. They each had an arm around your waist with a hand in each of your back pockets, leering at everyone while you grinned.

Roman and Drew were already planned to have another in-ring bout prior to Extreme Rules, but they wanted to have you out for the main event as support. You already knew that Shane was going to be there, going ringside to cheer the Scotsman on and berate his opponent.

You all had your roles, you all had your positions. Now, it was just time to put it all into play.

As their match was the one to close out the night, you had to deal with hearing Shane’s long introduction when him and Drew went through the curtain. You watched them travel to the ring and you saw the Scottish Alpha’s hand twitch, eager to get his large hands on the man next to him.

Shane continued to rant before you and Roman cut him off, trekking down to the ring to meet him. He swiftly ducked under the ropes as Ro approached him but he smiled at you when he saw you, instantly making you sick to your stomach.

Gripping his elbow, you whispered, “You know what to do, right?”

“Of course I do, baby girl,” he replied, brushing you off. “I got this.”

He smirked at you, climbing up the steps and under the ropes. The bell rang and the match began with the two men locking into each other in the middle of the squared circle, Drew quickly getting Roman into a headlock and bringing him down to one knee.

He managed to shove the larger man off of him and into the ropes to throw his forearm into his clavicle and drop him down with a thud. Roman roared as a “Let’s go, Roman!” chant erupted from the crowds. You applauded him and Shane sneered, creeping closer to the ropes like a rat to freshly tossed food.

The match went on for several minutes, each filled with blows delivered and taken by both Superstars. Drew took a harsh Driveby from Ro on the edge of the ring and you were almost certain that he had been knocked out, had it been for the groan he made when he reached up to rub at his head.

It quickly turned to the Samoan being on the receiving end of most of the blows when Drew landed a nasty Glasgow Kiss to his skull, dropping him like a fly. He dragged the fallen wrestler to the middle of the ring, standing above him menacingly.

“Pin him! What are you doing, man? Just pin him already and get it over with!”

Shane’s loud voice could be heard above all else and you prayed that Roman would get up and walk it off like it was nothing. Instead, Drew chuckled and ducked out of the ring, walking around it to come face to face with the McMahon. As the older Alpha continued to go on and on, your mate threw the fastest right hook you’ve ever seen, making Shane plummet to the floor like a stone in water.

You looked around at the shocked faces of the commentators as well as various members of the WWE Universe, but you didn’t expect the roaring cheer that one move got.

He kneeled down to his level and proceeded to pumble the man further, driving fist after fist and hit after hit into him. You were full-on belly laughing at that point, noting how comical it was to see the once high and mighty Shane McMahon who had cornered you numerous times be put in a similar, vulnerable position.

It was beautiful.

Hearing the newfound commotion, Roman arose from his spot on the ring floor akin to the Undertaker and the crowd went wild once more. He got up and ran to the ropes behind him, bouncing back from them and diving over the set in front of him, Drew moving so he wouldn’t get hit.

Shane’s head struck the ramp below and began bleeding as his face and body grew battered and bruised. The two men towered above him and rained down blows and kicks galore, and you wished you had a phone with you to record the magic happening. They then hooked an arm under one of his and hoisted him up from the ground, looking at you gleefully.

It was your time to shine, your chance to get your licks in.

“Go on, leannan!” Drew shouted, a wide, wicked smile plastered on his face. “Show this ugly bastard what’s for!”

Roman laughed alongside him. “Show ‘im your spitfire, Omega! Make him pay for what he did to you!”

Make him pay.

You roared, baring your sharpened teeth and charged at the silver-haired man, landing a solid dropkick to the middle of his chest. He fell with an “oof” and laid there like a limp ragdoll, but you weren’t going to let that deter you from having your own fun.

“If you ever-”

Punch.

“-ever-”

Another punch.

“-ever-”

One more for good measure.

“-think about touching me or talking useless crap about my mates again, I will fucking. End. You!”

With every word let out, you let out led to another hit to his body, your feet flying everywhere they could reach. After a solid five minutes of you three tossing him around and beating him to a pulp, you landed a fine tuned pointed-toe kick to his crotch. He crumbled to the ground, clutching his body as you and your mates looked on victoriously.

You could barely hear yourself think over the commotion going on around you, but you didn’t care. You got your payback. You all did and if he tries some shit like that again, you’ll be bound to pay him back again by a ten-fold.

You raced up the ramp to meet your lovers at the head, raising their arms to signal your win against Shane’s bullshit. You felt a weight being lifted off of your chest and you felt relieved for the first time in over a month.

Karma really is a beautiful thing, isn’t it?

~~~~~

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More Than A Mission - H.O [Epilogue]

Masterlist

Spy AU

Pairing: Spy!Harrison Osterfield x Spy!reader

Warnings: some swearing and huge amounts of fluff

A/N: Here it is y’all, the last chapter of these two wonderful characters. It’s been a ride, and I loved writing every bit of this. It’s very hard to say goodbye, I’m going to miss them but I hope you like this. Thank you for reading💖💖There’s probably typos in this but I’ll read them over tomorrow probably lol, bear with me.

The soft crashing of the waves and the salty breeze make you sigh in content and close your eyes for a few seconds before opening them again to a beautiful Saturday morning. The sun is hot and high in the sky making the turquoise sea in front of you glitter. It was a busy day at the beach in Montecarlo, which meant you had to be extra alert while scanning your surroundings. So as you lie in a beach chair, white rimmed sunglasses on top of your nose and a book in your hands, you watch people come and go. Families, waiters, groups of friends, rich people jet skiing, there was a little bit of everything but so far no sign of your target.

“How’s everything looking over there?” Harrison speaks through the earpiece in your ear, that was strategically covered by a strand of hair.

It has been a little over a year since the Marioli case, and Harrison and you have been inseparable ever since. You have worked many cases together as partners, all of them successful missions and the FBI has never been happier to have their best agents back. Your missions ranged from cold nights in the streets of Paris, early mornings in Los Angeles and hot days in Bacelona, everything to try to make the world a little safer. It felt like old times, the only thing that changed was going back to your shared bed at a hotel or your shared apartment by the end of the day and not having to hide your feelings anymore. And thank the heavens for that. Now, both of you had been assigned to go undercover to arrest Johnathan Blanche, a rogue agent who stole confidential files and is planning on selling them at a party in Montercarlo’s most luxurious hotel. Mr. and Mrs. Roberts forgotten for the sake of not being discovered, you were now Mr. and Mrs. Blazier. Two rich newlyweds on their honeymoon, who loved the beach, jazz music and had close ties with the most important families in England. Harrison is now forced to wear brown contact lenses while you had to wear a wig to keep your identities hidden during the assignment, just in case someone recognized you and blew off your cover.

“Nothing unusual, which is good since I can actually try to enjoy my book and the sun.” You say under your breath, sighing in content once more. “And yes I know my British accent isn’t the best.”

“I think its cute.” He chuckles and you can picture him smiling to himself. “Anyways, nothing unusual from the bar side of the resort. But now that I’m coming back…”

You furrow your eyebrows and sit up slightly, wondering if Harrison saw Blanche somewhere on the beach. “You have eyes on the target?”

“Nope, only on the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. White rimmed sunglasses, black and white stripped bikini, and I think she’s reading the new Michelle Obama book. Wow.” There’s a hint of a smirk in his voice like he knows how his words make your cheeks burn in a second.

You chuckle and shake your head after he’s done describing you and you shrug your shoulders since you know he can see you. “You should give her your phone number.”

“Do you think she’d give it to me?” His voice is teasing and you just want to kiss the smile off his face as you roll your eyes.

You smile, the perfect answer in your mind already. “Probably not.”

“Ugh, you guys are gross.”Another agent, Bryan, who was also synced to your earpieces teased the two of you. The two of you chuckle, picturing him dying of boredom at his post giving out towels and your flirting not making anymore interesting.

You turn your earpiece off as you see Harrison approach you out of the corner of your eye. His breathtaking body fully on display, his silver chain resting on top of his toned chest and shoulders and those abs… You lower your sunglasses slightly to have a better look, enjoying the way his curls move with the breeze and how hot he looked with those black sunglasses and dark green swimming trunks. And to think he’s all yours.

“You’re impossible you know.” Harrison smiles and presses the button on his earpiece turning it off before handing you a pineapple cocktail. He leans down to brush his nose against yours and places a kiss on your lips.

Your stomach does flips when his lips meet yours and you smile once you pull away, sending a wink his way. “You love me though.”

“Hopelessly.” He shakes his head, moving towards the chair beside you and sipping on his cocktail. “That’s why I married you Mrs. Blazier.”

You set your book down on the glass table by your chair before turning towards Harrison, feeling his loving gaze on you even though it was covered by his sunglasses. “And I you, Mr. Blazier.” You take a sip of your cocktail before holding your right hand out for him to hold. Harrison does in a second, his fingers playing with yours as you look around you, trying to see if you spot Blanche or any of his bodyguards walking around. It’s a beautiful day, even criminals can appreciate that.

Your gaze drifts back to your intertwined hands, perceiving Harrison’s mind racing as his thumb brushed against your knuckles back and forth, pausing over the fake engagement and wedding ring every now and then. You give his hand a light squeeze, bringing his gaze back to yours. “Everything okay, love?”

Harrison nods his head, pulling himself out of his thoughts, and places a kiss in your hand. “Just thinking about how lucky I am, that’s all.” His shoulders move up and down as he shrugs before he takes a deep breath, closing his eyes as the warmth of the sun bathes him in light. “I love this job, and what makes it better is that I get to do it with you.”

“We’re both pretty damn lucky then.” You smile, squeezing his hand before letting go and picking up your book. Your eyes go back to his relaxed profile next to you, heart doing jumping jacks while you smile at the sigh, before you spot your target six chairs over. “Babe?”

“Hm?” He sits up slightly, pushing his sunglasses down his nose.

“Target spotted.” You nod your head slightly towards Blanche’s direction before looking down at your book. “We can’t let him out of our sight, the first chance we get we follow him.”

“Copied.” Harrison nods his head bur furrows his eyebrows a second later. “What if he goes back to his hotel though? We can’t risk sneaking in during the daytime.”

“Chill babe, we can easily plant a bug on him. We just need to confirm he’s going to the party tomorrow night so we can stop him.” You smile softly at him, taking his hand once more before and squeezing it softly. You pretend to adjust your sunglasses and activate your earpiece again, “Anyone undercover as a waiter, we found someone who needs a bug on their drink.”

Harrison can’t help the smile that comes to his face when he looks down at your face resting on his chest. Your eyes are threatening to close as the soft rocking of the hammock lulled you to sleep. It seems unreal he gets to see two completely different sides of you, brave and fierce when on a mission but also incredibly soft when you’re alone. A warm breeze blows from the sea down in front of you to the wide balcony you were currently resting in, soft music playing from his phone. After listening in on Blanche’s conversation during the afternoon until he confirmed his assistance to the party, all agents decided to call it a day and decided to rendezvous the next day to go over the strategy to get the documents back. This left the rest of the night free for him to relax next to you and enjoy the short trip to paradise work had sent the two of you on.

Harrison’s left hand holds your right one over his chest, his eyes roaming freely over your features. The t-shirt that covered your body, the movement of your shoulders as you breathed softly, the barely there sunburn on your face and your slightly wet hair from the shower you took around 30 minutes before. You were perfect and if someone were to tell him many years ago that he would be able to hold you like this in Montercarlo of all places, he would’ve laughed. His thumb brushes back and forth over your knuckles, pausing its movement when it gets to the two bands on your ring finger and lingering there for a while before resuming his previous movement. His mind drifts back to the blue velvet box perfectly hidden in his suitcase, the same way it has been since the moment he got the ring. He needs to get better at not showing he’s thinking about marrying the girl of his dreams, you had already picked up on something back at the beach and would eventually figure it out if he keeps this up. He can’t help it though, not when he’s so lucky to have you.

A familiar knock on the door makes Harrison move his gaze away from you and towards the bedroom. You groan slightly in his arms before shifting so he can stand up, knowing the secret knock meant it was one of the agents outside the door. Harrison places a kiss on your temple and laughs when you pout before he stands up, arms going above his head as he lets out a yawn. The wooden floor is cold under his feet as he reaches the door and checks the keyhole to see Bryan on the other side.

“Good evening, Bryan. Are those for us?” Harrison nods at the two black suit bags and an envelope the red haired man holds on his left hand.

“Yup, just arrived for you along with the invitation. You’re officially on the list for tomorrow’s event.” He hands all three things to Harrison. “They told me to tell you they’re already paid for so don’t worry if anything happens to them.”

Harrison furrows his eyebrows but settles with shrugging his shoulders, “Thank you Bryan, have a good night.”

“Same to you.” Bryan gives him one last nod before leaving.

Closing the door behind him, Harrison moves back inside the bedroom smiling when he spots you sitting on the bed waiting for him. “Are those our clothes for the party?” Your eyes light up in excitement.

“They are, and this is the invitation for Mr. and Mrs. Blazier.” He puts the suit bags side by side on the bed and he opens the envelope to check its contents. “They sound like a hot couple don’t they?”

“Oh and they will look ten times hotter wearing this.” Harrison hears you open the bags before a gasp leaves your lips. “Harrison these are designer.”

“Well, we’re supposed to be one of the wealthiest couples in England.” He moves to the invitation inside the room’s safe before turning back to you and settling in bed as you examined the gowns. He nods appreciatively at the burgundy suit in front of him, the pocket square matching the dress you had on your hands.

“And the people at the party will be able to know if it’s a Dior or a Forever21 dress in a heartbeat.” Harrison smiles when you nod to yourself before standing up and holding the dress in front of you for him to see. “Do you like it?”

The dress was a beautiful champagne color, embroidered with what looked like tiny crystals, it had long sleeves and a flowy skirt. Harrison knew it was safe to say he couldn’t wait to see it on you so he nods his head eagerly, “You’ll look like a goddess wearing that love.”

“You think so?” You smile at him, taking both garments and hanging them in the walk-in closet next to the bathroom.

“Absolutely.” He holds his hand out to you before standing up, unable to push the image of you in a white dress to the back of his mind as you move to close to him. “How could you not when you already look like one right now.” He lets his hands move to your waist, giving your sides a light squeeze.

“Smooth, Osterfield.” You brush your lips against his, leaning back when his lips chase yours. “I think you’ll look amazing in that suit too, by the way. I can’t wait.”

Harrison hums in content when you finally kiss his lips, his mind going blank for a second and only focusing on the feeling of your fingers in his hair and your soft lips. “Dance with me?”

“Always.” You smile brightly at him, arms going around his neck as you start to sway side to side. Harrison’s heart flutters inside his chest when you rest your cheek on his shoulder, humming the song that plays from the balcony. “Please be careful tomorrow.” Your voice is barely a whisper but he hears it.

Harrison pulls you closer to him and kisses your temple. “I will. This isn’t a hands on mission anyway love, and you’ll be by my side all the time. I’d say that’s very safe.”

He feels you chuckle against the soft material of his t-shirt before you relax against him once more. “I know, but still.”

“Everything will be a success, you’ll see.” Harrison smiles as the two of you continue to sway. Your reflection on one of the balcony’s door catches his eyes and he can’t help but let his smile widen at the sight. You looked so good together and he wants it to be that way forever.

There’s a sense of déjà vu in the car as an agent drives the two of you to the Hotel de Paris, the most luxurious in Montercarlo and the venue for tonight’s party. You hold Harrison’s hand and squeeze it tightly to calm down your nerves. There was no reason to be afraid, this mission wasn’t nearly as dangerous as the Marioli case but the idea of so many civilians in that ballroom made you anxious. What if there were casualties and people got hurt, what if Harrison got hurt. You move your gaze towards his profile, his eyes looked ahead as the hum of the engine and soft music filled the car. His dark blond curls were only slightly pushed back per your request, always being partial to a softer look on him, and his face was occasionally illuminated with the street’s lampposts passing by.

You had spent the day planning out the whole evening with the SWAT team, who are currently at the hotel and will wait for the signal to arrest Blanche. There were two possible places where he had the document, the most likely location would be on him, but he could have a copy in his suite. You were to say the keyword when it’s safe for the SWAT team to enter the ballroom and arrest him while another part of the team raids his room. Hopefully it will be a successful and clean mission, but there was still the matter of Blanche’s bodyguards and business partners. It was a mixture of ex-convicts and mob leaders, which could make things go south in a seconds if things didn’t go according to plan.

Your hand leaves his as you open your clutch, the slightly worn down picture of the two of you coming into view when you take it out. The perfect mission and your lucky charm. Shortly after the Marioli case you had both exchanged back your charms given the fact that you were together again, each brush of hands and every kiss being a reminder of the other’s presence. Harrison had gone back to wearing his necklace and you started putting the picture in your back pocket once again. It gave you ease, and it helped you picture a successful mission whenever your felt anxious. How does he know you so well?

“I don’t even remember who took this.” You smile shaking your head, “It just appeared in my office the next day and I’ve carried it with me ever since.” Your fingers play with the edges of the picture before turning it around, the words My lovescribbled on the back fully on display make you look back at Harrison once more.

“Every time I missed you I saw the picture and remembered the good times we had together.” He leans closer to kiss your cheek, a soft smile on his face.

“I got into the habit of playing with your chain.” You confess softly, fingers coming up to his face. “Every time I put it on I felt you were still with me.”

The agent driving you clears his throat, announcing you were about to arrive to the hotel and you nod your head, putting the picture back into your purse. It was showtime, and as the two of you stepped out of the car and the curtain rose, you felt determination flow through your veins. You linked your arm with Harrison’s, posing in front of some cameras by the front door before being asked for your invitation.

Harrison reaches for the inside pocket of his burgundy suit jacket, taking out the envelope you were given the night before. The tall security guy takes a look, his gaze coming up to look at the two of you again before handing the invitation back. “Have a good night.”

“Thanks, you too.” You smile, your hand slipping into Harrison’s and pulling him inside to the ballroom. “Wow.”

You had to contain your amazement as you looked around you. Big and beautiful flower arrangements decorated the entrance, creating a big tunnel that lead into the party. Gorgeous crystal chandeliers hung from the ceilings as well as strings of flowers that cascaded above the dance floor. The tables displayed expensive silverware and smaller flower arrangements similar to the ones decorating the entrance, and the band by the dance floor dressed in neat white and gold embroidered suits. “Babe, are you seeing this?”

Your gaze follows the expensive and glamorous gowns the guests were wearing, mentally thanking whoever got your dress for helping you fit in. “It’s gorgeous.”

“Eh, I’ve seen better.” Your hand moves up and down as Harrison shrugs and you chuckles, turning to look at him.

“Really now?” You smile up at him, raising an eyebrow.

He smiles back, turning to his side and sliding an arm around your waist. “You outshine all of it, so yes, I’ve seen way better.”

Your stomach flips at his words and your gaze shifts down to your intertwined hands before you look up again. “I-”

“Oh my god, you guys must be the Blaziers!” Someone speaks up behind you, the sudden noise making you jump slightly where you stood.

Squeezing Harrison’s hand you turn around, a smile on your face as you move closer to his side and remember everything you had made up about the British couple. Harrison is the first one to speak up, the arm around you holding you close. “Yes we are, and you are?”

“Oh Samantha and Gabriel Walter.” Samantha smiles, taking a sip from her champagne flute. Her bright red hair falls just above her shoulders in a low bob, contrasting with the white long sleeved dress she is wearing and making her brown eyes stand out. The man by her side, her husband you assume, wears a black suit with a velvet jacket, his bowtie and handkerchief white like Samantha’s dress. He wears thick black rimmed glasses and a cartilage piercing on his left ear. “We heard about your wedding! They said it was gorgeous.”

You smile at her enthusiasm, pushing some of your hair behind your shoulder and nodding. British accent don’t fail me now. “Yeah, it was. Just a private ceremony but we wanted it to be beautiful nevertheless.”

“Let me see you ring! It’s a Forevermark one right?” She takes another sip of champagne before handing it over to Gabriel. He chuckles and kisses her cheek, stealing a sip of champagne as she steps closer and holds out her hand.

Taking a deep breath you show her your left hand, holding back a laugh when she gasps. “Harrison really surprised me with this when he proposed. I’ve never seen one so beautiful.”

“How did you propose?” Samantha asks letting go your hand and taking her champagne back.

“Babe…” Gabriel gives her a look.

“No, no it’s fine.” Harrison speaks up, smile on his face. “I bet you expect it to be a grand proposal with fireworks and a planned speech. It was the complete opposite.”

You bite your lip as you get ready for Harrison to tell his side of the story, butterflies appearing in your stomach once again at the thought of him proposing. You look up at him and every bit of love you feel for him shows in your smile. “I loved it anyways.”

“I know love.” He kisses your forehead before addressing the couple in front of you once more. “We were in Paris for a short getaway and I had everything planned, the place the time, where I was going to stand everything. But when you feel like it’s the right moment, you just have to do it you know. So the first morning in our hotel room, we were getting ready to go out, or at least I was…” Harrison’s gaze meet yours again and you smile.

“I walk out of the bedroom to the living room and she’s sitting out in the balcony, bathed in sunlight and eating French toast. I don’t know what it was about that moment, but I had never felt more in love with her. I knew I couldn’t wait any longer to ask her marry me.” Harrison’s gaze is soft and his eyes scan your face with the same dreamy look he’s had since he bought the engagement ring he’s hiding in the inner pocket of his suitcase. It was very hard not letting it slip that you knew, but not quite as hard as wondering when he would ask. The answer would be the same though, yes.

“Yes.” You smile, “I saw him get down on one knee and the first thing I said was ‘yes’.”

He leans down and kisses your cheek, smiling against your skin before turning to the couple, “So, yeah. It ended up being better than proposing in front of the Eiffel Tower.”

“You guys are the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.” Samantha sighs dreamily, “I love it.”

Gabriel links his arm with Samantha’s. “Come on, honey, I think you’ve interrogated them enough.” He shoots the both of you a kind smile, “Congratulations, both of you. We’ll see you around.”

“Bye!” The two of you smile before you look at Harrison appreciatively. “We’re so great at this.”

Harrison’s hand comes up to cup your cheek, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that leaves you breathless before he nods. “We are.”

“What was that for?” You chuckle. “Not that I’m complaining.”

He shrugs. “Couldn’t help myself… Oh, heads up there’s Blanche.”

Harrison subtly looks to his right, which makes you do the same. Just as he said, Blanche had arrived with two other men and sat down at one of the tables by the band. Clever, that way the music drowns out what they’re saying. He had styled his platinum blond hair to the side and wore an expensive looking navy suit with a velvet jacket similar to Gabriel’s. “It looks like trading state secrets is a good business after all.” You mutter sarcastically, raising your eyebrows at Harrison which makes him chuckle.

“Come on, we can’t just stand here and look at him.” Harrison grabs your hand, tugging you along to the dessert table you had been eyeing since the beginning. “We need to mingle and I know you want a mini cheesecake.”

“I gotta say, I can’t say no to that.” You laugh softly while shaking your head. He knows me too well.

The two of you had ended up getting two plates full of mini-desserts, from brownies to truffles and cheesecake, before making a quick stop at the bar to check in with the agent placed there. He had notified you that the bug was in place and slipped an earpiece for both of you so you can also listen into their conversation. Once they were subtly placed in your ears, Harrison took you hand again and walked towards the table with your names on it. It turns out Gabriel and Samantha were sitting at the same table, which had made for some interesting conversation even though you had to lie almost throughout all of it.

“Would you like to dance?” Harrison smiles as he feeds you the last mini brownie on your plate. His hand moving to push a strand of (fake) hair behind your ear which makes you lean into his touch.

“I’d love to, and guess who’s conveniently sitting near the band.” You smile, standing up and offering him your hand. “Oh this song.”

Harrison smiles at you while you smile dreamily when the band starts to play La Vie en Rose. “Talk about romantic.” One of his hands holds your waist while the other gives you hand a gently squeeze.

You sigh in content, leaning your head against his shoulder while you move along to the music and close your eyes to take the moment in. The man you loved holding you close in a fancy party, perfect music playing and an engagement ring just waiting for the right moment to be shown. If it wasn’t for the mission you’re currently on, you’d enjoy it even more. Dammit Blanche, you just had to ruin the moment didn’t you. You raise your head from where it was resting against Harrison to look up at him, the look on his face making your stomach flutter.

“I love you.” He whispers, his forehead pressing against yours briefly before he raises an arm to spin you around. You twirl in place and sigh once more when he wraps his arms around you once more, his chest pressing against his back.

“I love you too. So much.” You open your eyes and the moment is suddenly gone. You had tuned out Blanche’s conversation, leaving it to the other agents but regret it the minute you see him stand up with some of his men and a new guy tagging along. “Shit. Harrison look.”

You quickly grab his hand and move towards the dessert table, turning the volume on your earpiece up. ‘Gentlemen, I think we have a deal. If you could follow me?’

“SWAT we have movement. Subject is making its way to the bathroom and the deal is happening now.” Harrison speaks into his phone, nodding his head a couple of times before ending the call. “They found copies of the document in his hotel room and online locations but they’ve been recovered. The rest of the team should be here in 3, 2…”

Right that second, a group of armed men with the SWAT logo on their vests walk through the flower entrance and get to Blanche before he could make it to the bathroom. They neutralize the two men he had brought with him and cuff all of them in a matter of minutes. No casualties, only a lot of scared rich people.

“Did you guys just see that?” Samantha asks walking towards you, clutching her chest. “How are you not shocked?”

“I am so shocked.” You say to Harrison, pretending to be shocked and casually eating another chocolate and mint truffle. “We had it worse at our wedding ceremony… Crazy ex you know.” You shrug nonchalantly.

“One hell of a party am I right?” Harrison asks Gabriel who nods slowly, a little spaced out and probably about to pass out.

You can’t help but hum and dance a little on your bathrobe as you finish washing your face back at the hotel. The party had started back up after the arrest and no one had been harmed in the process. You and Harrison had talked to the SWAT team for a little bit and agreed to sign some paperwork the next morning before eating dinner and heading back. We gotta stay for the food, babe, you never leave before the food. Harrison hand merely agreed with a nod of his head and a kiss to your lips. Anything for you, he had said, and your knees had been weak for a moment.

“Hey babe?” Harrison’s head pops in from the bedroom, making you look up as you let down your hair.

“Hm?”

“Let’s take a walk on the beach, its nearly sunrise.” There is a sparkle in his eyes and you have to contain the smile threatening to appear on your face, is this it?

“Sure, let me change and we can go.” You nod your head and wait until he disappears back into the room to take a deep breath. What if this is it? Your heart pounds against your chest while you slip a beige summer dress on and put on your flip flops. “Ready?” You ask Harrison and yourself when you reach for his hand once outside the bathroom.

“Yup.” He beams, and that smile could kill you right there.

The walk towards the elevator, the pool deck and down to the beach was overall quiet. After being surrounded by so many people and having to talk so much throughout the night, you were happy to just enjoy each other’s company.

The salty breeze was warm, even at 5am, and the crashing of waves was soothing while you walked hand in hand. You controlled your heart rate to avoid giving away how nervous and excited you were, you didn’t want Harrison to know you knew. You felt like you were in that Friend’s episode when Rachel and Joy don’t want Monica to know they know. Only that this time it wasn’t about someone else’s relationship, it was about the man of your dreams proposing to you. You can’t help but smile and lean closer to him at the thought, a forever of this. How are we so lucky?

Harrison stops walking after about 10 minutes and you turn back to him in question. “Everything okay?” You bite back a smile when he reaches out and pulls you flush against him.

“Everything’s perfect, you know. You’re here.” His nose brushes against yours, and you don’t hide the sigh that leaves your lips at the gesture. “I can think of something that’s make it better you know.”

“Hmm, and what’s that handsome?” Your lips peck his softly before pulling back to look at him.

“Well, um, it be even more perfect if you’d marry me.” He drops down to one knee and reaches into the pocket of his pants for the blue velvet box.

A knot forms on your throat when he smiles shyly at you as he opens it to reveal a beautiful diamond ring in it. Your face is taken over by a smile and you can’t help being surprised because nothing, absolutely nothing would’ve prepared you for this moment. Not even knowing he was going to propose. The sun starts to make its way up the horizon and the first shades of purplish-orange paint the sky above it. “Harrison?”

“I love you. With everything I’ve got. I love you every minute of every day and I can never stop thinking about you. You are in every dream and every song I hear, I love it when we’re together and how well we know each other. I can’t help but be in awe of how smart, fierce, brave and perseverant you are in everything you do. You’re everything I’ve dreamed off Y/N, and I know I can live without you because I’ve had to do that before, but I don’t want you.” His eyes are tearing up and you only realize yours are too when you nod your head and feel the tears rolling down your cheeks.

“Yes.” You smile, nodding again, “Of course I’ll marry you.”

You let out a teary laugh as Harrison picks you up and sweeps you off your feet before kissing you. “I love you, so much.” He murmurs against your lips while you cradle his face in your hands and kiss him softly.

“I love you too.” A smile makes its way to your lips mid kiss, when you realize the actual proposal was better than all the different scenarios you had come up with. You pull back, your cheeks are hurting but you don’t care as Harrison slips the ring on your third finger and kisses it lightly. Your gaze meets his once more and something in your eyes makes his furrows his eyebrows.

“Did you know already? That I was going to propose?”

“No?” You take a step back and grin innocently before turning around and running away when Harrison starts to chase you. “Okay maybe yes. Yes I did.” Harrison’s arms capture you and tickle your sides making you surrender.

“You did huh?” He picks you up and easily sets your legs around his waist. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Of course I did, I’m a great spy you know.” Your lips leave tiny kisses across his cheeks, “And I didn’t say anything ‘cause I wanted to know what you’d do.”

Harrison laugh when you shrug, his head thrown back a bit before he shakes his head. The sun had risen while you chased each other around and Harrison’s hair turned a gorgeous shade of gold under it. You can’t help but kiss him again before he pulls back to look into your eyes. “You’re impossible.”

“Yeah but you love me.” Your fingers run through his hair briefly before you press your foreheads together. “And I love you, that’s why we’re so good together.”

“Yeah we are.” Harrison smiles and in that moment everything is perfect and you both know it’ll continue to be.

Thank you so much for reading! (crying while I write this)

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buckyscrystalqueen · 6 years ago

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I Can’t: Part 3

Pairings: Seb Stan x Reader

Warnings: Anxiety, introvert stuff… angst. IDK I’m bad at this kinda thing. Fluff & swearing as usual.

Word Count: 1,910

A/N: Looks like we got another one shot turned mini-series. Enjoy & Thank @magpiegirl80 for the adorable derp photo of her dog, Ollie & send love to my pups, Lucy and Skye!!!

Part 1 / Part 2

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‘So what are you up to tonight?” Seb texted roughly two months after you had started texting like he did almost every day. You took a deep breath and exhaled forcefully through your nose as you set your Mountain Dew down on your table and pulled up your messenger app.

‘Apparently watching Jaws 3 for the millionth time on TV. So not a damn thing LOL. Why, what’s up?’

‘I have a proposition for you, sweetheart.’

He didn’t give you any time to respond.

‘I’m back in New York for a couple weeks; got in this morning. I was wondering if you would consider meeting me again maybe for dinner? Let’s say tonight at your house so that you’re not somewhere out in public and you’re somewhere you’re comfortable being. I’ll order pizza and I’ll even bring a movie from our list if you want.’

You stared blankly at your phone and reread the message a couple times before you responded with the only thing your brain could come up with.

‘But I live in Queens.’

‘Yea, you do. That’s what taxi’s are for. Don’t over think, sweetheart. I know I’m asking a lot from you but I promise, if I didn’t think you could handle it, I wouldn’t ask. So what do you say? Pepperoni pizza and ‘Reservoir Dogs’?’

A nervous, small smile pulled at the corner of your lips.

‘I still can’t believe you haven’t seen that, Sebby.’

‘So that’s a yes then?’

Your stomach turned a few times and you bit your thumb nail as you considered his proposition. Sebastian waited patiently for your response, which took about five whole minutes to come up with.

‘OK’

‘OK. Send me your address, sweetheart. I’ll come by in let’s say an hour. That way, you don’t over think it and back out. Is that OK?’

You nodded your head at the screen.

‘Yea’

Knowing that you were already starting to get anxious, Seb sent you a selfie he knew would make you smile.

‘YES PIZZA!’

With a giggle, you sent him a thumbs up and your address. He let you know he’d see you soon and you quickly shot your mom a text letting her know Sebastian was coming over to hang out for dinner and a movie.

‘Clean your bathroom mirror and don’t leave your clothes drying over the backs of the dining room table chairs. And for God’s sake, PLEASE put (and keep) some pants on! A little mascara wouldn’t kill you either.’

‘Yes, boss lady.’

You responded sarcastically as you kicked your foot rest down, set your laptop on the coffee table and went to go get ready.

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“Lucy, hush.” You scolded as you gently put your foot on her chest and carefully moved her back away from the front door she was barking at. “Hush, you’re fine, mouthpiece.” You tried not to psych yourself out as you unlocked your front door and pulled it open with shaky hands.

“Hello.” Sebastian said behind a large, fake, handlebar mustache. “My name is… um… Bass. Yea, we’ll go with that. I am not a famous actor what so ever, and I’m here to hang out with a pretty lady. Not an actor though.” You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling as you stepped back.

“They won’t bite. They’ll just smell you.” You said as you pointed at your dogs. He nodded to himself and smiled behind his mustache as he pulled open your screened gate door and instantly bent down to say hi.

“Hi puppies. Hi! Are you good girls?” He asked as Skye jumped up on his thigh and Lucy wagged her short tail (which meant her entire body) to say hi as she sniffed his jeans.

“Alright, let him in.” You said. “Let him walk, Luce.”

“They’re alright.” He laughed as he crouched down in front of the pair. Skye, being the little shit that she was, stood so her front paws were on his muscular thighs and when he bent over to get kisses, she snagged his mustache and took off at a run for something new to chew on. “Well that lasted long.” He laughed as you scrambled to grab your dog to keep her from choking on the fake hair piece.

“She’s a little shit.” You said as you grabbed her around the middle and picked her up so she couldn’t run and hide. “We give her a new toy and within an hour, it’s missing all it’s stuffing and every appendage it has.” You held onto the mustache with your left hand and wiggled your left pointer finger between her teeth to push down her tongue and force her to let go of the hair piece. Once she did, you balled it in your fist and put her back down so she could turn and look at you indignantly.

“How old is she?” He asked as he closed the front door for you.

“Umm… she’s about six. She was about a year old when we rescued her and we got her in 2013 when my parents got divorced. Lucy is eleven, born on Cinco de Mayo.”

“That’s actually really cool.” Seb chuckled as he scratched Lucy’s head a few more times before standing up to look at you with a smile. You froze awkwardly as he looked at your face to try and commit it to memory before he gestured to the couch behind you. “So I know I said pepperoni but on the drive over I kinda decided I wanted sausage, too? I know you said you like both so we can do like half and half or whole… I’m not picky. I also brought this…” He said as he pulled out a DVD from his jacket pocket. “… and I figured we can find a pizza place around here that you haven’t tried before to try together. Give us a little adventure.”

“OK.” You said simply as you walked over and sat down in your usual spot. He sat down on the same couch but a little bit away from you.

“Just keep breathing. You’ll get used to me being here. I’m just another guy. It’s all in your mind… Oooo!” He joked as he wiggled his fingers near your head; purposely being extra goofy to make you relax faster. “So, let’s find some pizza.”

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“I love this part.” You said softly as you sat curled up in your spot and watched the Mr. Blonde cop torture scene set up. You shrugged as you reached out and pulled a piece of pepperoni off the slice of pizza on Seb’s plate. “But I’m twisted.”

“Yea, I got that.” Seb teased as he picked up his slice and ate it, not even caring that you stole half the pepperoni off it already. “Wait… is he gunna…”

“Oh yes he is.” You giggled. “Fucking love Tarantino.”

“Damn, and I thought I was messed up.” You smiled and barely glanced over at him as he took another large bite of his dinner. You didn’t know how he had managed to do it, but he got you to relax and forget that he was an actor within twenty minutes of him getting there with funny faces and seemingly never ending jokes. “Get it!” He cheered over the cop screaming.

“Oh he got it.” You said as you watched Mr. Blonde look at a severed ear before delivering on of your favorite lines ‘Was that as good for you as it was for me?’ You missed Seb glance over at your twisted smile and he shook his head.

“I feel like I should be worried about you here, sweetheart.” You let out a huffed laugh and shook your head as you rested it on the back of the couch and met his eyes.

“My mom has told me thousands of times that I find joy in other peoples misfortune. I legit laugh when I see people get pulled over when they do stupid shit. She thinks that’s bad. I find it hilarious.”

“I think I have to agree with you on that one. It is funny.”

“See, I knew I wasn’t the only one.” You said as your laptop started to ring on the coffee table in front of you. You glanced at the screen and reached out to his mute when Seb started to laugh.

“What does that say?” As he read the name you had Christine saved as in your contacts list.

“‘My Favorite British Cunt’. It’s a friend of mine that lives in the UK.”

“Answer it.” He laughed as he grabbed the remote off the table and paused the movie. You looked over at him with your eye brow raised and he nodded. “It’s fine.” With a small shrug, you answered it.

“Where the fuck’ve you been all day! I’ve a story for you.”

“I’ve been busy, bitch.” You said as you picked up your laptop and put it on your lap. “What do you want?”

“So you’ll never believe what happened to me…” She started as Seb reached over and slowly started to turn the laptop toward him.

“Bet mine’s better.” You laughed as the corner of his eye, part of his forehead, and some of his currently short hair appeared beside your face in the screen. Your friend’s eyes went wide as the laptop stopped moving.

“Is he there?” She asked as she pointed at the screen for confirmation.

“No, I bought a life size cut out and decided to hold it up next to my face, you idiot.”

“Piss off, ya cunt.” She said as Seb blinked a few times but otherwise stayed perfectly still. “I’ll let ya go then…”

“No, keep talking.” He laughed. “Pretend I’m not even here.”

“Oh, cause it’s that easy.” She laughed.

“This is Christine, by the way.” You said with a glance over at him. “She’s the Tumblr girl I talk about all the time a.k.a. my internet wife.”

“The fuck’ve ya said ‘bout me, twat?” She shouted.

“That you’re a terrible person who swears more than I do.” You laughed. “Tell me your story.” You listened intently for a few moments as she launched into the story of how her house key broke in the lock and how she and her fiancé got locked out of the house for a couple hours but your attention was claimed more locally when Sebastian moved out of the camera frame and carefully slipped his hand into yours. You looked down at it as he laced his fingers with yours and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“OK?” He whispered as you glanced over at him. You nodded subtly as you let your fingers relax around his hand.

“OK.”

“Are you even listenin’ ta me, wench?” Christine hollered at you.

“No, not any more.” You said honestly with a laugh. “Let me call you tomorrow, OK?”

“I hate you.” She growled as she hung up the phone without even waving good-bye. You closed your laptop and set it on your side table as Sebastian grabbed the remote.

“Keep watching?” You nodded in agreement as you turned in your spot toward him and let your knees rest gently on his hip. He smiled broadly as he picked his arm up and set it on your legs with your hand still in his. He hit play and settled back against the couch, happy that he was took another couple bricks down from the mental wall you had up.

Part 4

#seb stan x reader #sebastian stan x reader #I Can't

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trr-fangirl · 6 years ago

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Remember Me - VII

Pairings: Liam x MC (Kimiko), Drake x Olivia

Word Count: 1,700+

A/N: This chapter is full of drama aka my specialty. I’m sorry this chapter took so long to get uploaded. I was having a little writer’s block until Wednesday afternoon, then it just spilled out into this lol. Also, this was only supposed to have twelve parts series originally but this story took on a mind of its own. I’ll most likely be a bit expanding this series because I still have a lot of ideas for it. Just an FYI... If Madeleine actually ends up dying in the next chapter of TRR, she’s still going to be in this story! (Girl is too vital to this plot line!) Okay, I'll shut up now and let you all enjoy.

Notes: I did use my King’s and MC’s name for this fic. This is set after all of the events of book three (sorta) A read more cut is inserted below.

Tags: @choicesfanatic86 , @captain-kingliamsqueen , @gracepedia , @hopefulmoonobject , @hhiggs , @umccall71 , @mfackenthal , @heatherfilliez , @flowerpowell , @writtenbycandy , @flyawayblue56 (Let me know if you want to be tagged! I’m sorry if the tags don’t work.)

MASTERLIST

Disclaimer: All characters used belong to Pixelberry. This story is only for entertainment purposes.

Drake walked down the hallway, steering clear of the bustling staff members. The Queen had been discharged from the hospital early that afternoon and was returning to the Capital within the hour. Each staff member was making sure everything was clean and in order for her and the King when they arrived. He sighed softly as he noticed one of the guards walking up to him, he was second in command after all.

“Sir, the palace has been secured and there is a guard at every entrance and exit in the palace.” The guard reported to him and Drake nodded.

“Go to your post. She should be here any minute.” He ordered before nodding to the guard as he bowed and ran off. Drake continued his walk down the hall before noticing Madeleine walking towards the entrance area. He frowned for a moment before continuing to walk in the same direction as his friends.

Hana squealed, “She’s here!”

Before anyone could stop her she was already out the door, rushing to greet the royal couple.

“Are you sure you got it?” Aiden asked as he helped Kimiko up onto her crutches. She gave him a quick nod before hearing Hana call out to them. She looked up and smiled brightly as she watched her run over to her.

“Welcome home!” She chimed and gave her a small gentle hug. Kimiko hugged her back before looking up at the building, admiring it before starting to slowly walk into the palace with the help of her crutches. Aiden and Hana walked behind her, making sure she didn’t harm herself and entered the palace.

“Your Majesty! It’s so nice to see you’ve returned home safely!” Madeleine said, throwing everyone off guard. Hana and Drake frowned as Maxwell stared in utter shock. This was the first time she had ever said anything remotely kind to the Queen and it was unsettling.

Kimiko glanced at the unknown woman but smiled back nonetheless, “Oh, thank you! I assume we were close?” She asked.

“Not necessarily,” Drake muttered before receiving a glare from Madeleine. He knew something was up and he wasn’t the only one.

“Oh, don’t listen to grumpy ole Drake. I was your press secretary during the Unity Tour a few years ago.” She said as she placed a comforting had on her shoulder, “Hopefully you’ll remember me but for now, you should probably retire to your bedroom before lunch.”

Aiden cleared his throat before protectively stepping forward, “Madeleine is right. Your doctor said you shouldn’t be on your feet for too long.” He said to Kimiko, who only nodded and began to hobble off. Aiden quickly bowed to the group before leading Kimiko to their room. Drake motioned for Hana and Maxwell to leave as he walked over to Madeleine.

“What do you have up your sleeve, Countess?” Drake spat, not wasting any time.

Madeleine glanced over at Kimiko’s friend and hummed. She didn’t expect him to catch on so quickly but maybe she was being too obvious. The woman folded her arms, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“I’m not as gullible as Maxwell, Madeleine. I know that whole conversation with Kimiko was fake. We all do. Now, what are you planning?”

Madeleine’s eyes narrowed as she stared down the man, “I wouldn’t test me if I were you, Walker. Unless you want Olivia and Aiden to somehow find out about your little meetings with the Queen—“

“How do you know about that..?” Drake muttered through clenched teeth. No one in the palace knew about that. Not even Hana or Maxwell, not that he would want them to know but it was a well-kept secret. Or so he thought.

Madeleine smirked, “How wouldn’t I know? Oh, how would poor little Olivia feel when she finds out her boyfriend was having sexual relations with the Queen before her accident?” Her face quickly changed into a scowl as she got closer to his face, “Don’t. Test. Me.”

She quickly turned on her heel and stalked off down the hallway, leaving Drake with more questions than answers.

~~~~~~~~~

“This is our room?” Kimiko asked ecstatically as she hopped into the room. She looked around the room, taking in all of the furniture, hardwood floors and lavish bedspread. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Aiden smiled as he closed the door and helped her over to her side of the bed. He lowered her onto the bed and took her crutches, setting them close to her, so she could reach them.

She slowly and cautiously laid down and let out a sigh, “Thank you.”

Aiden frowned, “For what?”

“Being there for me. I barely remember anything about us, yet you didn’t let that stop you from being a good husband to me.” Kimiko said with a bright smile on her face. Aiden smiled back at her and planted a small kiss on her nose, she only giggled before staring at him happily.

“Are you going to stay with me or do you have kingly things to do?” She asked softly as she reached out for his hand. He glanced down at her hand and intertwined their fingers and hummed.

“I might have a few minutes before my first meeting.”

A smile crept upon her face again. She slid over a bit and motioned for him to sit next to her. As he did, she began to play with his wedding ring with her smile slowly fading. “What’s your favorite memory of us? Besides, our wedding day?”

Aiden chuckled, “There are so many.. I love them all actually.”

“Stop being sappy!” She said with a small giggle before humming, “How about when we were engaged?”

“There’s still too many.” He told her but only earned a sigh from him. He chuckled again before hummed, “Let me see..”

The room became quiet again as he thought to himself for a moment. She continued to play with his ring as he began to talk again.

“I think it has to be when we were first announced to the court together.” He muttered as he pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, “You looked heavenly in your feathered dress. I could barely take my eyes off of you. Anyways, you said it was like a dream come true for you to be heralded in front of the court with me. After everything you had been through.”

She frowned, “What do you mean?”

“Let’s just say… It took a long time for us to get engaged. People took matters into their own hands instead of letting fate run its course.” He told her, his voice becoming lower as he relived the memories of his father’s meddling in their relationship.

Kimiko noticed his somber expression and bit her lip, “I’m sorry I made you relive those memories.” She whispered as she lifted their hands and kissed his hand.

He could only smile at how thoughtful she was, even in her state, “Nonetheless. Hearing our names together and how the court praised us as we entered the ballroom was… one of the best feelings.”

Kimiko looked up at him as she listened to him tell her his favorite memory, “I…I wish I remembered that too.” She muttered, her eyes falling to the bedsheets. She bit her lip as she frowned, “Why did this have to happen to me?” Kimiko asked, tears filling her eyes. “Why can’t I remember the good memories instead of these broken images of someone trying to hurt me?”

Aiden’s face softened as he squeezed her hand tighter, “Don’t blame yourself for this… The accident wasn’t your fault.” He told her as he leaned towards her and kissed her forehead tenderly. She didn’t say anything as tears began to stream down her face.

“It’s not fair.” She whispered before pulling away from him, slipping her hand from his in the process. Aiden looked at her with sadness as she turned away from him. He opened his mouth to speak but she had already beat him to the punch.

“I— I think I need to be alone.” She said, her voice soft and broken.

Aiden gulped thickly before nodding to her and standing, “There will be a guard checking in on you every 30 minutes if you need anything.”

When she didn’t answer, he took it upon himself to leave the room and return to his study.

~~~~~~~

It had been almost a month since the Queen had returned home. She was doing better every day as she relearned the courtly etiquette along with the Cordonian waltz, handled paperwork for her duchy with her staff members, and remembered a few happy memories here and there. She was even able to walk without her crutches. Though she was having an amazing time in the palace, not everything was as it seemed.

Kimiko had her first luncheon with the Queen Mother and it didn’t go well. Regina was already giving her a hard time about how she wasn’t getting enough work down to keep up with the demands of the kingdom. She even used the ‘You’re letting your people and your husband down.’ line. This didn’t go over well with Aiden when he saw Kimiko crying as she hobbled back into their room. Things between the royal couple and the Queen Mother were fraught but to Regina’s joy, it was going as planned.

Regina walked through the halls towards her bedroom turning in for the night when she passed the King’s Chambers. Muffled voices came from behind the door, sparking some interest in Regina. She glanced around the hall before turning the doorknob ever so slowly and pushing it open a bit, in order to hear their voices clearly.

“I don’t know how much more I can take...” A crying Kimiko muttered as she sat in the middle of their king size bed with her white nightgown on. She was wiping her tears away as she sat alone on the bed. “She makes everything so much harder.”

Aiden sighed as he stepped out of the bathroom and walked over to her, “I’ve already spoken to Regina. She isn’t going to have any more daily luncheons with you. It seems to be stressing you out more than you need to be.” He explained to her calmly as he threw his dirty clothing down the laundry shoot.

“Why do I feel like she hates me? She always gives me dirty looks and scoffs every time I walk into a room! If I did something to her, she obviously knows I can’t remember so why is she holding that grudge against me?” She mumbled before starting to cry again. Aiden sat on the bed in front of her and pulled her into his lap, cradling her as she cried.

“Don’t think too much into it. You’re doing a phenomenal job despite her hostility.” He reminded her as he placed a small kiss on her head.

She shook her head, “I don’t think she’s being hostile. She’s been telling me that if I can’t take it, I should just abdicate and go back to New York where I belong. She even said she’d buy my ticket just to help me leave the country.”

“What?!”

Before Kimiko could reply, her small dog began to growl viciously at the bedroom door. He continued to growl before beginning to bark loudly and aggressively. The couple looked at the door and Aiden immediately frowned.

“Jasper? What’s wrong?” She whispered to the little corgi. The corgi continued to growl at the door, seeming to ignore her question.

“You closed the door completely. Right, Kimiko?” He asked in a low tone. She nodded.

Aiden quickly got off of the bed and went over to the door with Jasper following close behind him, growling. In an instant, Aiden pulled the door open, revealing a startled Regina on the other side.

His face immediately turned into a scowl as he realized what she was doing, almost without question. “You were eavesdropping, weren’t you?”

Regina shook her head and fixed her posture, her eyes narrowing at him a bit, “Of course not, I just got here. I wanted to ask Kimik—“

“You were never a good liar, step-mother.” He interrupted as he scowled at the older woman.

Neither of them looked away from each other before Kimiko’s small sniffle reminded them that this wasn’t the time nor the place to have a foolish standoff.

Aiden cleared his throat, “I’d advice you to leave on your own free will before I have a guard escort you to your room.”

Regina furrowed her brows at him before glancing at the lady in the bedroom. Though she didn’t say anything to her, the look she gave Kimiko sent chills down her spine. The Queen Mother turned away from the King’s Chamber and continued down the hall to her own room.

#trr #fanfic #liam x mc #long post #long text #remember me

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speaknowslut13 · 3 years ago

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Hi Lauren lovely! 🪴

I know, I was kind of surprised that it’s *that* long of a wait, when everything else has been either book surprise or a much, much shorter wait, like even her traditional album announcement/release periods aren’t that long 🤔 I totally agree about the “sonic cohesion” and I think that’s one of the biggest draws of Red, that and it’s an album about being in your early 20s and your early 20s are notoriously NOT cohesive 😂

Hahahaha I mean hey, totally fair 😉

Ugh I feel that, I miss bookstores! Do you ever shop online for books? ThriftBooks dot com saved me when I was in college, they do used books for insanely cheap prices, they have a great member rewards program (that’s free to sign up for, and I can send you my referral link once I reveal myself if you want!), and free shipping for all orders over $10. (Not sponsored lol I just love the site)

That is really tough, especially when little kids are not necessarily the best at staying distanced/wearing masks 😕 and really frustrating the school isn’t willing to be more accommodating! Fingers crossed for you that things are better by fall 🍀

Oh my gosh well best of luck with your interview, I’m sure you’ll nail it!!! 🤩🤩🤩✨✨✨🍀🍀🍀 what would the job be?

Omg I love sherbet, it’s not really a thing here though. I can kind of relate to that, dairy does horrendous things to my skin, so most of the time I’m an oat milk gal and I try to eat low lactose cheese. Or goat cheese. Pizza is literally my favorite food. And not like how some people default to “oh pizza,” I could genuinely eat pizza for every meal. I’m so sorry about your food situation though, that sounds miserable :( I admire your humor and matter of factness about it all though ahdkahska

And thank you! I really love working with students and I also love the relative freedom the schedule gives me, plus my colleagues at my current school are all wonderful, amazing people.

Ohhh that sounds super cool!! I never quite got into DnD, but I have a bunch of friends who love it and it’s fun to hear them talk about it. Do you have any other board games that you like to play? (I’m personally a huge scrabble person but my friends don’t like to play with me bc they claim I “know too many words so it’s not fun” 😒)

And your random question of the day: do you have and/or want any tattoos? If yes, what of?

And I’ll send a few photos of some pretty things from my weekend for you ☺️ hope your week is off to a beautiful start! 💖 xoxo Drew

Omg Drew, this week was exhausting for me. So thank you for being patient. My interview went well. However, I’m not sure that I will actually get the job. But maybe that’s a good thing. It’s a full time tech position in an ophthalmologist office. I will go into more specifics once I know for certain how that plays out. My socials are all hidden so they shouldn’t be able to find me, but you never know.

I will definitely look into thrift books! You can send me the referral link later!

Oat milk is my saving grace. Starbucks recently added it on the menu and I’m thrilled. I can’t drink coffee as much anymore either, but when I get a latte at least I can use the diary free options.

I like to use humor to cope with my trauma. It makes it’s ✨spicy ✨😉 because trauma isn’t spicy enough 😂

I would LOVE to play scrabble with you! Having a large vocabulary makes the game fun! I grew up playing board games like monopoly, sorry, trouble, and risk. Board games are awesome. Kid is a little young for a lot of board games right now, but Chase and I play them from time to time. She’s interested in them. She’ll ask to play trouble or even sometimes life. Cards against Humanity is one of my favorite games. I’m craving having a family board game night now!

I don’t have any tattoos. My husband has one though. He created the design himself. It’s so cool. It’s two dragons intertwined. I do want to get one. Or a few. For starters, I want a ; either on my wrist or on my finger. If I put it on my finger, Chase would get a ( so when we put them together it made a wink. But the ; holds a lot of meaning to me. TRIGGER WARNING, I self harmed from about 2012 to 2014. And I almost committed suicide November of 2012. I also struggled with an ED. In fact, Red TV comes out three days before my ; anniversary. So it’s gonna make it extra special, since Red was part of that time in my life.

I also want a Phoenix tattoo. But I recently came across the idea of taking your dog’s paw print and turning it into a tattoo. We suddenly lost a fur baby in March of 2020. So chase and I wanted to take the ink print of her paw and get it made into a tattoo. We miss her. So it was a bitter sweet thought. We thought we’d do it with all of our fur babies.

I like tattoos, but I tend to dislike large ones or sleeves. But small ones that are fairly discreet are my favorites. Everyone is different though and age has taught me to accept those differences. Do you have any tattoos or piercings? My ears are pierced. I’ve always wanted to double pierce my ears, but the holes are lopsided a bit since I had to have them pierced twice. So I’m afraid a double piercing would exaggerate the difference. And then I’ve always wanted. Nostril piercing but I don’t think it’s a thing I will ever do. I found fake nose rings though and I love the way they look.

I would have loved to see those pictures! I’m sorry tumblr won’t let you send pictures anonymously! Maybe I can see them later!

Hope your week went well! Would you rather bungee jump or sky dive?

#inthaf anon #themodrenreplies

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surveys-at-your-service · 7 years ago

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Survey #133

“i closed my eyes and she slipped away.”

Do you wear a ring on your finger? Yes, a friendship one with Sara. Do you expect to be married in the next two years? There's a small chance I'd be engaged, but I doubt married. What is your favorite type of cookie? Chocolate chip. Are you allergic to pollen? I actually don't know if I am anymore?? So far this season, I haven't had any issues... Do you have more upper or lower body strength? Lower like most females. Do you like hot tubs? Yaaaaaas. Do you know anyone who is battling cancer? Not currently, thank God. Have you ever donated money to a charity? Yes. What was the last movie you’ve seen in theaters? Jumanji. Excellent movie, so funny. Do you prefer Apple or Android? Apple, but I have an Android currently. Do you like the color lime green? Ye. Do you like the Silent Hill movies? First one's fantastic, second is a train wreck plot-wise. I still like it, it's hard for me to not like something SH, but all things considered it's not a great movie. What movie scared you the most out of any other movies? The only movie that's ever scared me is The Rite, but only because it played on a fear. Tell me something you’ve been made fun of for in the past. Uhhhh... I'm sure there's something, but I can't remember. Do you support war? Nope. Have you ever wanted to be on American Idol? When was this? No. Do you like kissing lightly better than just making out? No. You get a text from someone saying that they want to hang out - who would you most like it to be from? Summer. Do you attend school, college, or university? First I went to a community college, then a university. Name 5 things you don’t believe in. 1.) Destiny, 2.) Reincarnation (although I actually think it'd be quite cool...), 3.) Karma, 4.) Prayer actually affects anything (maybe), 5.) No free healthcare in America. If you could have any friend that you’ve lost back, who would you pick? Megan. When was the last time you did something for the first time? Listened to an audiobook. Do you have blinds in your bedroom? Yes. When was the last time you had an interview? How did it go? 2016. It went well, but I didn't get the job. But now I look back and I'm glad lol. What was the most damaging relationship (romantic or not) that you’ve ever been a part of? Jason. Who was the last person you cut out of your life? Do you regret it? Colleen. Nope. Who is the most attractive person you know personally? Not to be sappy, but the longer I date her, the more and more beautiful Sara becomes. Do you remember the first time you truly enjoyed sex? Or have you always? He was good from the start. Have you ever done anything sexual in a car? Maybe briefly make out while saying bye, but I dun remember for certain. What do you wish you had been better prepared for? Adulthood. Do you know anyone with a semicolon tattoo? Me. Who knows you best, excluding romantic partners? My mom. The last news you got that shocked you, what was it, and was it good news or bad news? My little sister may be developing depression. Obviously awful news. If you have pets, who normally puts food and water in their dish? Me or Mom. Do you organize the pictures on your computer into different folders or are they all just under “My Pictures”? The latter. Do you think if someone is in a relationship, that it is acceptable to have sleepovers with other people of their preferred sex? Yes, so long you're not in the same bed. Would you shoot a gun if given the chance? If you’ve shot a gun before, how many different types of guns have you shot? aajsfsjwoejieoqo NO. Do you feel uncomfortable sharing things like artwork or poetry you’ve written? Is it because you don’t think it’s good enough to show off or because it’s too personal? OMFG YES I DON'T SHARE SHIT BECAUSE IT'S PERSONAL AND I GET EMBARRASSED TOO EASILY. For those who have anxiety, has anyone ever told you that you just need to calm down and actually face your fears? Were you insulted or frustrated by this comment? OH HI COLLEEN AND NO SHIT. Do you have any siblings you absolutely despise? Why do you despise them? No. Do knives scare you? Is it from watching scary movies? Yes, and no. Their pain/torture capability is terrifying. Say lyrics from the song currently playing? "It's more than a feeling, more than a feeling when I hear that old song they used to play." If you HAD to get a piercing (not ears) what would you get? At this very moment, nose. Once you can see my collarbones again, I'm getting them pierced. How many closets does your house have?  Three. What has been your most epic cooking failure?  Uhhhh maybe when I completely split a hot dog open in the microwave lmao. What was the last single item you spent over $100 on?  A plane ticket. Have you ever climbed a chain-link fence? Yes. What is your LEAST favorite Disney animated movie? I've never liked The Hunchback of Notre Dame. Who was the last person’s house you went to besides your own? Nicole and Allison's new place. Do you enjoy the birds' singing in the morning? Yesssss<3 List these apple types from greatest to worst: green, red, yellow. Red, yellow, green. On YouTube, who are two people you find hilarious? GameGrumps are fucking hysterical, then one can probably guess Markiplier is an absolute hilarious goof to me. If you had to live in a palace, what would be the color scheme? Black and pink because #aesthetic. Favorite dinosaur? SPINOSAURUS. What is the best part of fall? The colors. <3 Favorite style of hat? No fucking shame I love fedoras. How do you eat Oreos? Split them apart to eat the center first. Or dip them in milk. Now I want Oreos. Name the first vine that you can think of. I cOuLd'Ve dRopPeD mY cRoIsSaNt. Beyonce vs Rihanna? Beyonce is a Queen. What’s fake about you? Like extensions, fake nails, botox etc. Hair color? Have you ever gotten into a Facebook fight? Yup, with an ignorant woman regarding depression. What are your favorite smells? Lilac, honeysuckle, bakeries, coffee... Do you shave your pits? Yes. Do you know anyone who has been on life support, and survived? No. What light in your house was the last to have a bulb burn out? Living room. Have you ever been in an abandoned house? Yes. What is your favorite phase of the moon? Full. What season do you want to get married in? Autumn. Besides the USA, what is your favorite country? Maybe Scotland? I wanna visittt. Would you rather go to Europe or Asia? Europe. Would you rather go to Africa or Australia? Africa. Would you rather go to Mexico or Canada? Canada. Are there such things as stupid questions? Yes. Did you get in trouble for cussing on accident when you were a kid? Yes I literally yelled "HOLY SHIT" in the car lmao. What’s the highest you can count in a different language? 11 in German. Don't remember 12... Where would you like to be buried? I would rather be cremated and have a good bit of my ashes returned to the earth while my loved ones keep some. Do you think emo/scene hair is attractive? I'm fucking weak for that shit. Have you ever had yourself drawn in caricature? No. Have you ever seen a ghost orb picture? Yes. Do you think abortion should be illegal? No. How many keys are on your key-ring? One. What are some piercings you want? Collarbones, nose, TONS more in ears, maybe bellybutton once I'm a skinny legend again. Maybe dermals in my lower back... maybe. Dogs or cats? Why? Cats. More chill, less maintenance. Do any of your pets have strange habits? Explain? Teddy likes to dig and go in a thousand circles before lying down. Have you ever told an extremely inappropriate joke? Lmao yes. What is your favorite non-traditional fruit? Pomegranate, probs. What's your favorite older film? The Outsiders. Aliens or unicorns? Unicorns. Where did you meet your current or last significant other? YouTube. Would you ever get a face tattoo? There's a small chance I'll get a small, red heart at the corner/below my left eye. If you asked your mom to describe you, what do you think she’d say? I've got a pretty good idea what she'd say: I'm very smart (yeah right, Mom), super creative, unique, and quiet. What is the one thing you'd most like to change about the world? LESS VIOLENCE. What are you most grateful for? My recovery, my girlfriend, my mom, my dad, my psychiatrist and therapist, my improving physical and mental health, my resilience... I have a lot to be grateful for. Who is the most interesting person you've ever met? My Sara Jane. When do you love yourself most? When people tell me I help them. What would you most readily die for? Sara. What single word do you hate most? The "f" word regarding gays. Who in life have you felt the strongest need to protect? Sara. What would you most like to be remembered for after you die? My mental endurance. What's the biggest surprise you've ever had in bed? Waking up because Jason was caressing my breasts. What is the most sacred thing in your life? My mental health. Who have you most feared in your life? My dad. Thank goodness that's not something I have to fear anymore. What was the quickest friendship you ever made? Maybe Priscilla. What single word would you use to most accurately describe your parents? Dedicated. What is the worst word anyone ever used to describe you? A martyr, but not in the "I'll die for what I believe" way.

#survey #quiz #questions

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pinksausageduo · 7 years ago

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kang daniel | prince au! part 3

member: kang daniel genre: fluffy summary: prince au! it’s the ball and you’re in for one hell of a night to the engagements to defying the king and queen and meeting the crazy bunch of wanna one princes but at the end of the night let’s hope you’re engaged to daniel the love of your life and the prince requested: yes (kinda lol) if anyone wants to request seongwoo’s back story as a prologue y’all can even tho my requests are close part 1 | part 2 | part 3 (final)

*night of the ball*

you and your best friend were at the palace with the guys

daniel and seongwoo let you know

all four of you will enter together with a special entrance

and the guys will end up proposing during the night

and that they have a plan to make sure no one objects the proposals and that they won't tell you two just to trust them

which you both reluctantly did

it was weird knowing that your boyfriend was going to propose but eh you didn’t really care

you loved him and he loved you and that was the most important thing

3 hours before the entrance

all four of you were watching tv but you both decided to get ready

the guys complained

“whyyyyyy do you need to go early keep on cuddling with meeee” daniel whined cutely

“stayyyyy come onnnn” seongwoo added

“nuh uh we need to go and get ready” you quipped back

“such girls” seongwoo muttered under your breath

making your best friend hitting him in the head and him groaning ow

you both laugh and head to the guest rooms you both were assigned to

you individually shower

then get ready together

but first you just lip sync to songs and hilariously dance around

POP THAT BOOTAY lol kms

then you do each others hair and makeup

and then having a mini freak out sesh that you guys are actually gonna get engaged tonight

you finally put on your heels and get ready to go out with like a minute to spare

you walk out first and walk down a staircase which stops where the guys are waiting

you walk down with the most poise and grace you can muster

which you learnt from all those bloody princess lessons

which were the most boring things in the world

daniel sees you and all he wanted to do was kiss you right there and then

and more than that

you looked so beautiful

but to him the beaming smile you wore on your face was the thing he loved the most

you reach him and he swiftly kisses you on the lips and says

“you look beautiful, my future wife”

he then blushes so hard and cringes at what he said

and seongwoo just slaps him self in the head and just groans muttering about how daniel was so whipped for you

you laugh softly enjoying how adorable he looked and was

“you look handsome too, future husband” you say cutely

he smiles at you lovingly making you feel all warm

your best friend then comes down the stairs and seongwoo has nearly the same reaction to her as daniel did to you

which daniel of course teased seongwoo for

you guys all get ready to enter to the ballroom

they announce the crown princes and their dates

the doors swing open and you four walk gracefully on to the small platform which split into two staircases

you see the king and queen looking very confused and a bit pissed the fact you're not on seongwoo’s arm

seongwoo just smirks at them

he loves his parents but forcing him into an arranged marriage made him sour af

you look at your parents they both look a bit confused

you smile to yourself amused as you reach the ballroom

luckily this wasn’t a sit down dinner because if it was that would lead to a lot of awkward questions

you and daniel have to be the first to dance in the ballroom

being tradition and all

literally all you could think of is “DON’T TRIP” and “shit daniel looks soooo good”

as you start dancing both of you relax and actually enjoy it

everyone could see the love radiating off you two

the shy smiles, raising of eyebrows, small chuckles, and whispers

which they thought were compliments or sweet nothings

but no you guys were talking about whether mac n cheese is better with or without bacon

but

you two couldn’t take your eyes off each other

then daniel suddenly blurts out

“are you 100% sure you want to get married? because if you don’t want to i’ll call off everything and deal with the consequences alone. i want you to be happy and if that’s not with me i’m fine with that i just want to see you happy okay?” he says worriedly

you smile lovingly and you shake your head softly then reassuringly say

“daniel listen to me, i love you so much and i do not want to marry you anyone else but you. i want to build a family with you, see OUR children grow up, make memories with you, be the most in love and best king and queen this kingdom has ever seen and grow old together. okay? i want to do that with you”

by the time you end your little speech your noses are touching and daniel just looks at you with pure love and adoration

and his instincts just kick in

daniel after hearing that couldn’t help but stop dancing which makes you and everyone included super confused

daniel raises his hand cueing the music to stop which it does instantly

cause he's the bloody prince

seongwoo knows what happening and quickly grabs your best friend’s hand and heads to the entrance you went through to put daniel and seongwoo's plan into action making your best friend super confused

daniel checks to make sure seongwoo and y/b/f/n is at the small balcony in front of the entrance

then he kneels down making everyone gasp

and even you knowing he was going to propose

it felt like a million of butterflies of excitement and love fluttering everywhere

and you squeak as he starts speaking

“y/n gosh where do i start, you are absolute and utter perfection to me, gosh every time i look at you i smile and every single day i love you more and more if that’s even possible, you are my equal in every way possible and with you by my side i feel like i can do anything. i want you to be my queen literally and figuratively so y/n, i kang daniel, the crown prince is asking”

by this point you had happy tears streaming down your face and you genuinely never felt so happy in your life

lol emotional but me tho gosh i’d be so emotional i cry 24/7

but he finishes by saying sweetly

“y/l/n y/n, will you be my wife?”

you try to wipe your tears away and you try to nod multiple times

after you try to find your voice after croaking a bit you say in a shaky voice

“yes, yes, yes gosh kang daniel i love you so much and i will for eternity”

he laughs softly at you and he can’t help but feel like he was on the top of the world

he slides up the gorgeous ring up your finger and you’re smiling brightly while trying to dab your cheeks getting rid of the water

as he finishes putting the ring on you

he kisses you passionately

and you of course returned it

it was sweet and amazing

the best kiss for both of you

you part quickly grinning ear to ear

everyone is cheering including both of your parents

but before everyone can surround you

daniel says extremely loudly

“I HAVE SOMETHING TO ANNOUNCE”

“my wife to be”*cue his adorable grinning*”was originally betrothed to my brother seongwoo but since that contract is void, he has a chance to marry whoever he wants, so seongwoo everyone”

he then gestures to the balcony

and just as everyone’s attention turns there

seongwoo also kneels down making all the women and girls squeal

but the king and queen also look happy so you were secretly relieved

he starts just as your best friend also starts to tear up

seongwoo makes his proposal short and sweet

“y/b/f/n, i have loved you for years and you have always been the only one for me and you always will be, so will you do the honour of being my lovely wife forever and always?”

your best friend of course says yes but she only shed a few tears unlike you who basically sobbed

they walk back down with grins on their faces and everyone cheering and clapping

as they reach the bottom of the staircase you hug your best friend

and daniel and seongwoo bro hug each other while smirking hella proud theif plan actually somewhat worked

you guys end up taking the dance floor again

and you dance your hearts out

then after a few dances you talk to your parents

surprisingly everyone’s chill

and the kind and queen approve of your best friend and is also super happy with you just like they were before

your mum and dad are over the moon the fact your marrying the crown prince but also you’re happy

after talking to your parents

seongwoo and your best friend escape to the gardens to do god knows what

daniel whispers into your ear “let me introduce you to some friends”

he leads you to a rowdy group of guys

“y/n this is the single group of guys of our group, the other guys are good-looking enough to get dates” daniel cheekily introduces his group of friends

“YAH KANG DANIEL!! JUST CAUSE YOU’RE THE CROWN PRINCE DOESN’T MEAN YOU CAN INSULT US LIKE THAT”

a guy with brightest smile ever says with a fake frowning expression

everyone laughs and daniel introduces you to the 5 guys

hwang minhyun, yoon jisung, kim jaehwan, ha sungwoon, park woojin

lol all the oldies hehehehehe well not woojin eh whatever

you notice all of them are hella good-looking and basically all the women in the room are staring at them

you introduce yourself and they all say

“we know, daniel talks about you so much on the group chat”

which then daniel adorably blushes at and tries to change the subject quickly

“how come none of you have dates??”

“uh so well we agreed to all go solo except daniel and seongwoo of course but like daehwi and jinyoung are dancing with each other”

sungwoon says and points to two extremely cute looking guys dancing with each other, one shamelessly daehwi obvi lol and one looking super embarrassed but also really happy

you giggle at the sight of them

minhyun continues by saying

“and guanlin who came all the way from another kingdom is completely surrounded by girls. being the crown prince over there and his kingdom has sooooo much money it’s ridiculous”

“but he really isn’t handling the attention well” jaehwan said while smirking and gesturing at who you assume was guanlin

in an all black suit looking very mysterious but weirdly naive

and was being FOLLOWED by ALL the girls

who were offering him food, giving numbers and just shoving their boobs in his face

and him just stuttering the whole time and looking so panicked

‘sungwoon help him” you say taking pitying on the poor guy

“whyyy meeeeee” he groans

“cause i told you to” you reply sassily

"you've barely met me and you're already acting my sister" he complained

which you just glared back at him

he groans and heads towards the direction of guanlin making you smirk

woojin then says “and of course jihoon is surrounded by girls like he always is” while pointing at one of the guys who is surrounded by females of all ages

you laugh at him doing aegyo because of a little girl cried because he didn’t do it for her

which of course made him frantically doing all sorts of aegyo

after a while the whole group including seongwoo and your best friend end up hanging out all together

and the hours of the ball go so fast with all the guys keeping you company

you all became so close

they're all really like brothers to you

the ball ends at 4am with everyone bidding goodbyes and getting in their limousines, carriages, sports cars, and of course guanlin goes in style with a helicopter

which all the guys complained about

"he's the maknae and he gets the helicopter. what does that say about me?" jisung complained

"hes too lucky and tall" added sungwoon bitterly

everyone just chuckled at the two eldest hyungs

after everyone leaves

you head to daniel’s room after bidding seongwoo and your best friend, your parents and the king and queen goodnight

as you were getting ready to shower daniel cheekily says

“can i join you?”

“YAH KANG DANIEL!!!” you shout scandalised

“what we’re engaged??” he replies pretending to be clueless

“YOU DIRTY LITTLE SHIT OF COURSE YOU CAN’T JOIN ME IN THE SHOWER” you exasperatedly say

“b-but” he cheekily says

“no buts and no cuddling tonight” you end with a harrumph

daniel face just falls imagining not cuddling with you

making you want to comfort him instantly but instead you harrumphed and headed towards the bathroom

you were going to enter the bathroom but you squeal as you feel two muscular arms wrapping around your waist

daniel huskily whispers into your ear

“i’m not gonna let you ever get out of my arms if you don’t promise cuddles tonight”

your heart flutters and you smile at his actions but you face him and you reply

“nope no cuddles” you say in a firm voice trying not to laugh

then he showers with you small pecks making you giggle while saying stop stop

“only if you give me cuddles”

after a bit more of that and you try to stop laughing to say

“fine fine cuddles tonight just stoppppp”

“YAY!!” he cheers

while you giggle at his cuteness but before you can enter the bathroom again

daniel gives you a sweet kiss making you both smile

you quickly shower and change into your pjs

as you walk out of the bathroom your breath hitches

in just black basketball shorts

daniel is sprawled on the bed

shirtless

your heart flutter but you also chuckle remembering seeing him shirtless the first time eating gummy bears

and now here you are engaged and you’re going to be sharing your whole entire life together

for some weird reason the idea doesn't even scare you it makes you feel all happy

because you know you really can get through anything with daniel by your side

you run up to the bed and leap on it and land right next to daniel

he wakes up suddenly and he looks you in a half shocked half sleepy expression

you can’t help but chuckle at his adorable expression

he groans and puts the blanket over you two

he puts his arm around you and you snuggle into the crook of his neck

you put your arm around his bare torso

your touch making him shiver a little making you smirk

you feel so loved and cared for in his arms

and everything feels so right

but it’s also like 4:30am and you’re hella exhausted so you go to sleep in no time

daniel is about to pass out too but before he can

he can’t help but smile at you and kiss your forehead

and whisper something before he goes asleep

he will whisper it every single night to you and every single night he’ll mean it more and more

“i love you y/n, i always will”

AHHHHH I ACTUALLY FINISHED THIS SERIES I HOPE YALL LIKE IT i seriously can't believe i got 450 notes on my first part LIKE WHATTT???!!!! but thank you sooo much for all the love support and patience for this series I HOPE THIS WAS A GOOD ENDING please let me know if you liked it it would be so very much appreciated I LOVE EVERYONE WHO HAS SUPPORTED AND READ THIS SERIES

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