#i just read my authors note from yesterday and remembered lol

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

invisible string

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.1k

Warnings: fluff

Request by anon: this is about to be super self indulgent but could you by any chance do a spencer reid x barista!reader maybe he keeps going back to the same cafe or something and memorizes like little facts about coffee or something lol i love your writing so much!!

Summary: Spencer keeps going back to the same coffee shop not because of the coffee but because of a certain someone that never fails to make him smile.

Square Filled: invisible string by taylor swift for @spencerreidbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

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“I need a double shot espresso and a strawberry refresher,” you call to your coworkers. You’re working the register when a tall man walks up to the counter. Man, he is super cute. “Hi, what can I get for you?”

“I don’t come here often but I hear you don’t take large cups? What are they called?”

“Venti?”

“Yeah, that,” he chuckles. “What do you recommend?”

“I personally love anything caramel. It gives me enough sugar to counteract the bitterness of the coffee.”

“I’ll do that, then.”

Man, he is clueless but he’s so cute. You’re not sure if this is a bit or if this is who he actually is but you like it.

“What kind of coffee do you want?”

“Hazelnut Americano with caramel drizzle.”

“You got it. Anything else?”

“No.”

“Name?”

“Spencer Reid.”

He pays for his coffee and you start making his order since there is no one else in line. You write his name on the cup and walk to the pickup section and call his name. The way he bounces over to the counter is kind of cute.

“Have a nice day, Spencer,” you grin and hand it to him.

“Thank you. You, too!”

The next day when Spencer comes in, he is more confident. He’s still nervous since he finds you attractive but he’s not going to let that stop him.

“Hey, I remember you. You ordered the hazelnut Americano yesterday,” you smile and greet him. You yawn and cover your mouth. “Sorry. It doesn’t matter how much coffee I drink, I am still tired.”

“Did you know that coffee was discovered by an Ethiopian goat herder?”

“I did not but it makes sense. He needed all that energy to round up all the goats. What’s your name again?”

“Spencer.”

“Yes, that was it. Sorry, I have a terrible memory.”

“I have an eidetic one.”

“What is that?”

“An eidetic memory is the ability to recall an image from memory with high precision—at least for a brief period—after seeing it only once and without using a mnemonic device. I have an IQ of 187 and can read twenty-thousand words a minute.”

“So, you’re really smart?”

“Yes,” he chuckles.

“Okay, come back tomorrow and I’ll have a fact for you.”

“Deal.”

There is a line forming behind him so Spencer quickly orders and leaves just as fast as he came. You have to wait an entire day to see him again and this time, you have a fact lined up for him.

“Hi, Spencer,” you smile. “I think I got a good fact for you today.”

“Let’s hear it.”

“Did you know that ketchup was once sold as a medicine?”

“In the 1830s, it was believed that the condiment could cure almost anything, including indigestion, diarrhea, and even jaundice,” he nods.

“Alright, smarty-pants, I’ll have to try harder tomorrow.”

“I have one for you about coffee. Did you know that bees love the taste of coffee?”

“Is that why they always fly near me when I’m having my morning coffee in my sunroom?”

“It might be.”

Another line is forming so you grab his coffee order and move on with your life. The only thing you’re looking forward to now is Spencer when he comes in. He shows up the next morning at the same time he’s been showing up, and you find yourself smiling because of him.

“Spencer! The usual?”

“Actually, get me your favorite drink.”

“Are you sure? You’re not allergic to anything?”

“Nope.”

“Coming right up.” You ring him up and accept his cash. “I have another fact, and I think it’s a good one. Did you know the Vikings discovered America and not Christopher Columbus?”

“Yes, approximately five hundred years before Christopher Columbus, the Scandinavian explorer Thorvald, brother of Leif Erikson and son of Erik the Red, died in battle in modern-day Newfoundland.”

“Okay, you’re good.”

Spencer blushes at your small compliment. “My head is filled with facts that I can’t seem to forget like coffee beans are actually the seeds from the coffee plant’s berry-like fruits. The coffee plant is a shrub that grows in tropical climates in parts of Africa, Asia, South America and North America. It produces an edible berry-like fruit known as a coffee cherry, which typically contains two coffee beans. These beans are then processed and roasted to create the coffee we know and love.”

“I did not know that.” You really like talking to him but every time he comes in, there is a line forming behind him. You have to move on so you put in his order. You turn to your coworker who barely begins to make his order. “Can you take this? I want to make his cup.”

“Sure, smitten kitten,” she grins.

You grab the empty cup and make your favorite drink for Spencer. When you’re done, you write your number on the side of it in hopes he will use it.

“Spencer?” He walks up to the counter and you smile. “Here you go.”

“Thank you. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“I’ll be here.”

Spencer doesn’t notice your number until he gets to his car. He smiles which makes you smile because that is a good sign that he likes what you did. The next day, he comes in with someone. He hasn’t used your number yet but maybe he’s nervous. The man with the dark skin encourages Spencer to make a move on you, and he pushes him toward you.

“Hi, Spencer,” you smile.

“Hi. This is my friend and coworker, Derek Morgan.”

“Hi, Derek.” You turn to Spencer. “I got one for you. I really think I’ll get you this time. Did you know that in Ancient Egypt, the New Year celebration was called Wepet Renpet?”

“I didn’t know that.”

“Wait, really?” you gasp.

“Are you serious?” Derek asks Spencer at the same time as you.

“I’m sorry, yeah, I did.” You tip your head back and laugh. “While we celebrate New Year’s Day on January 1, the Ancient Egyptian tradition was different every year. Meaning ‘the opener of the year’, Wepet Renpet was a way to mark the annual flooding of the Nile River, which usually happened sometime in July. The Egyptians tracked Sirius, the brightest star in the sky, to time their festivities.”

“You know, one day, I’m gonna get you. I’m gonna know something you don’t.”

“I’ve been barking up that tree for years now,” Derek chuckles. You and Spencer look at him and he nods in understanding. “I’ll go wait over there.”

“What can I get you two?”

“Caramel Macchiato and a Hazelnut Americano.”

“Is that all?”

Spencer looks at Derek who nods in encouragement.

“Would you like to go on a date with me?” he stutters.

He blushes as he talks which is super cute.

“I’d love to.”

“Great. I still have your number. I was nervous about using it but I will now.”

“Don’t wait too long,” you grin.

There is something pulling you and Spencer together, something of an invisible string.

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[enjisbf]

fairy lights & illusions

Chap. 2 : tea and biscuits

° Pairing: pornstar!John Price x inexperienced!fem!reader

word count: 5k words (actually 4 9696 but whatever)

summary: Meet cute but you actually already met lol

warnings: lovefools being in love but one is in denial :p

author's notes: Hello, hello, hello !!! Apologies for the delays, fellas and non fellas. I fear that I have been hit by the ao3 author curse lol :p Now, do not be afraid, I've already started chapter 3 and hopefully, the wait would be shorter lol. Can't promise anything, though :p I HOPE YOU ENJOY !!!! Thank you so much for the lovely words, you guys don't understand just how much they brightened my days <333333 This is so nerve wracking. I am sure that I am going to find mispells and mistakes in a few days, hope they're not too bad lol. Don't hesitate to tell if you find a real bad one o7 Did not proof read this, didn't even check with a spelling thingie thing program. I am raw dogging this :3c Okay, I'll stop yapping. ENJOY <33333333333333

He couldn’t get you out of his mind. It had been a week since the release of the video, and a week and a half since he last saw you. However, he remembers your softness, from your lips to your gaze, as if it had only been since yesterday. What’s more, the fans couldn’t quite forget you either, based on the comments they were leaving. From his private channel to his public one, the viewers were overjoyed with this softer version of the ‘Capt’n’. They loved how he would hold your hand every time you came, or how gentle and full of affection the aftercare was. Fuck, what a good girl you had been for him.  

His team was equally as happy to see that the fans loved this version of John. So much so, that they advised him to contact you to see if you were up to film more videos with him. Of course, he immediately agreed. To please his fans, of course. Ah, who was he kidding? He couldn’t lie to himself. He had felt the capture of his heart by your softness, the second you had introduced yourself. 

Shaking himself from thoughts of your sweet smile and even sweeter nectar, John sets on walking to his destination. Some days ago, Kyle had recommended this coffee place not far from the studio. The Capt’n trusted the man’s recommendation and was sure that he could find his happiness there. As John entered the place, he checked the lads’ orders again. Kyle wanted guava leaf tea with some milk, Simon’s order was a peculiar one and Johnny wanted a double shot espresso.  

He looked around as he waited in line for his turn, and he had to admit that the place felt very cozy. The sunrays streaming through the windows provided a comfortable vibe to the place, and the many plants adorning the place made it livelier. As he waited, he texted the boys that the shop was a bit busy, and that he would probably be back in 15. When it was his turn to order, he noticed in the corner of his eyes, a silhouette that he was familiar with, for it had been haunting his mind for days. As if his body was a planet and you his sun, he felt himself gravitating towards you. When his order was done, and he hoped he made sense to the worker, instead of finding a place to sit, John was approaching you. When he deemed that he was at a good distance, he greeted you in joy by calling your name.  

As your head turned at the sound of your name, John’s eyes were given the privilege to gaze into yours again. He might have watched your video plenty of times, but nothing could compare to having you in front of him. Breathing, within reach and possible to gravitate towards. Surprise quickly painted your face before it was covered by happiness.  

“John! It’s so nice to see you here!” 

“That it is, poppy! I am glad I ran into you! Was just thinking about sending you a message to meet up, pet.”  

If John possessed the powers of reading into minds, he would see you screaming into yours because he thought of you??? He was glad to run into you??? Okay, you had to calm down before melting from happiness right in front of his eyes. You took a subtle deep breath, or at least you hoped it was subtle, before meeting his beautiful eyes again. The both of you were sporting lovesick smiles, happy to finally be in each other’s orbit once more. Checking your watch, you noticed that it was close to your break time. You told him so just before his name was called out to take his order. With a charming smile still on his lips, he pointed to a vacant table with his thumb.  

“Perfect, may I give you company during your break?” So, what if your heart skipped a beat foolishly at the beauty of this man? Only you would know of it and so with a dazzling smile you accepted his invitation. It didn’t matter that you would never have a tangible relationship with this man. You will take whatever you get. As he carried his order with him, he walked the both of you to the table. His other hand itching to hover at your backside. He couldn’t. Not yet. He had to wait. He had to show patience and while he was known by the lads for his cool. You made him feel differently. However, ever the gentleman, he made sure to pull out your chair for you before sitting down himself.  

“How ��ave you been, poppy?”  

“Ah, you know, quite sore but I wouldn’t dare complain about it!”  

“Yeah? Would apologise to ya, but I enjoyed it too much.” Was said with a cheeky wink on his part. You hummed in confirmation at his words before speaking once more.  

“That and ever since the video has been posted... Well, let’s just say that the toy really does not compare to the real deal.” It was your turn to send him a sly wink. Although, in his eyes, with your cheeks all flushed and your wink, he was just left in complete awe at your beauty and cuteness. He was also left with his dick slowly hardening in his pants. His jaw clenched, his head tilting a bit as he tried to readjust himself in his pants.   

“Jesus, pet, I’m already struggling as it is to keep my hands to myself.” With his legs spread wider underneath the table and his hands placed above, he leaned closer to your space before speaking in a lower tone. “Unless ya want me to bend you over this table and show all the patrons and your coworkers just how badly I’ve missed you, hm?”  

Well, play with fire and get burnt because you were also adjusting yourself underneath the table now. Thighs rubbing together to relieve the pulse growing stronger between your legs. Of course, the motion didn’t go left unnoticed by the bear of a man. Now, it was your turn to lean in his space, his pull on you being too strong to ignore.  

“Hm, what did you want to meet up for anyway?”  

“Ah yes! Well, don’t know if you saw but the viewers were very pleased by our video.” He paused to look at you in confirmation. However, instead of seeing your sweet smile or flushed cheeks, you had leaned back from him with a small pout on your face. Fuck, he hated to see that look on your face. His hands itched to connect with yours, to give you some reassurance, to have the both of you in your own world once more. “What’s that look for, pet?” He couldn’t help himself. As he saw how you were slowly retreating to your own space, he leaned as far as the table let him, his pinkie reaching out to touch you. As he finally allowed himself to have some contact with you, he felt himself breathing easier. At the touch, you allowed yourself to look into his eyes once more, and his heart broke a bit at your dejected look.  

“I didn’t- I didn’t see those kinds of comments when I gathered up the courage to check on what your fans thought.”  

The anger that curled around his ribs at your words was pushed to the side as he looked at you. Your frown deepening and your eyes slowly being filled with tears. He turned his hand upward near your own, trying to communicate that he was there for you. Your eyes quickly looked at his hand before looking back down at your lap. Fuck, this had been going so well and now you were close to crying. Try as he might, he couldn’t leave you with thoughts of yourself like that, and just as he was about to speak, your name was being called.  

You looked at your coworker who looked stressed as more clients entered the café. This was just the beginning of rush hour. You nodded to confirm that you will wrap this conversation up. Before getting up from your seat, you set your watery eyes on John. “I’m sorry, John. Work’s calling.” Just as you were about to escape from the harsh reality you were reminded of, Price gently grabbed your forearm. The grip was firm, and you knew that if you wanted to, you could escape his hold, but did you?  

“Poppy, please.” Whatever that was going to leave your mouth was cut off by your coworker once more. John felt his impatience creeping up on him. His jaw clenched; his nails dug in his free palm as he set his eyes on whoever called you. The hard set of eyes met those of the unfortunate soul. Which was plenty enough for them to quickly look away from the both of you. As he looked back at you, his jaw and hand unclenched. He called your name when you wouldn’t meet his eyes, moving his head in whatever direction your eyes stubbornly followed. His hands found themselves on your biceps, softly squeezing the muscle and fat. Blood and bones underneath his hands, after wishing to hold you for so long, you were finally in his grasp. “I won’t be able to continue on with my day if we part in such ways.” As your eyes finally his, the noises around you were reduced to a slight buzz. “I know we have neither the time nor privacy to talk more about this, but would you be willing to continue this conversation somewhere else?”  

After some seconds of hesitation, you agreed with a nod. Of course, you would listen and agree, you were his good girl after all. He made sure to voice those thoughts and the small quirk of your lips was enough to please him. For now.  

“I really have to go now, John. Just text me the address, alright?” 

“Alright, sweets. Take care of yourself and I’ll see you soon.”  

“I will. See you soon, John.”  

However, instead of letting go, instead of escaping his hold, the both of you stayed in each other’s orbit. Not willing to separate after being apart, even if it had been for a short time, even when you would see each other soon. As you gathered the courage to part with him, you felt his hands move along your body. One of his palms came to rest on your hip while the other rested on the back of your head. Safe in his arms, once more. He leaned in and your eyes closed in anticipation, awaiting his lips to meet yours. However, the kiss didn’t land where you had expected. Instead, the bear of a man gripped you a bit tighter before bringing his lips to your temple. The Captain lingered a bit in that position before moving his hand, grabbing your chin between his pointer and thumb, making sure to hold the eye contact between you two.  

“Can’t wait to see you again, my good girl.” And with that, he left you with a peck on the forehead and a fuzzy feeling in your stomach. ‘This fucking man might just kill me.’  

As you joined your coworkers’ side once more, they side eyed you a bit before getting back to work. You were sure that some of them will ask plenty of questions regarding that little moment between John and you. However, for now, you will treasure seeing him again and ignore your heavy heart.  

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Upon his return from the coffee shop, the lads had whined and bitched about their beverages going cold and him taking ages. However, he couldn’t bother more than deliver the drinks and growl to the boys to shut up before he went into the break room. Not when the fallen expression on your face was still imprinted on his mind.  

Now, with his phone beside him, nervous anticipation was running in his system as he waited for his pet to reply. As he was leaning back against the counter, with his arms crossed, the man wondered why he hadn’t just gone home. Of course, the Captain should have expected the muppets to follow him when he wanted some quiet to think. They probably sniffed out that there was more than him being “an old man” that explained his delay. As he was waiting for a reply from you, Johnny and Kyle kept going back and forth while Simon just grunted occasionally.  

“Reckon John ran into someone he knew and just talked their ear off.”  

“What if he pulled a Johnny and forgot that he had a video to shoot?”  

“In ma defence, a lad sometimes forgets he has tae film a public porn video, ken” 

“That type of shit only happens to you, man.”  

“Well, ye dinnae ken that, do ya? Is the bonnie lad correct, Captain?” 

John lifted his eyes to look at the boys in front of him before answering.  

“Simon’s guess is the closest one to being true.”  

A mumbled ‘fucking right’ from Simon reached everyone’s ears. His hand outreached to the other two men. Kyle and Johnny grunted in annoyance before placing money in the man’s palm.  John just watched the scene unfold in amusement. When the boys’ attention returned to him, he could already imagine the ticking bomb that was about to go off. Their minds trying to decipher who had taken hold of his attention for so long. Just as the dozens of questions were about to roll of their tongues, John heard his phone go off.  

He quickly looked to his side and saw your name. Not willing to waste any time, he took off with his phone and said his goodbyes quickly to the lads.  

“Gotta go, boys. My poppy is waiting for me.”  

As the Captain walked rapidly towards the exit, he could hear the boys placing new bets on who he was talking about. Couldn’t give two shits, though. Couldn’t bother to do more than chuckle. Not with you on the forefront of his mind. Price felt adrenaline and excitement shoot through his veins, his pace rapid to reach his car. He was close to trembling at the idea of seeing you, of being close to you once more. While he was pulling his seatbelt, he checked the messages once more.  

Hi, poppy.   Wanted to know if you would be willing to meet up at my house?   Here’s the address: yada yada street, 141 London 

Sure! Could you just pick me up near the store ‘Assortments’ and meet up in two hours?  If that’s okay with you, of course ^^ 

Of course, pet. I’ll be there. 

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With sweaty palms and a kaleidoscope of butterflies in your stomach, you were feeling a sense of déja vu as you waited for John on the bench. Today was all about feeling past emotions. When you felt the buzz of your phone, when you were getting ready for John, the feeling of being too nervous and too excited. You hoped he would like your dress; you hoped he would like you.  

With a shake of your head, you dismissed your last thoughts. The only reason you had even met John Price was because you won a contest. This was no love story about soulmates. No, this was harsh reality, and the quicker you got that inside of your brain, the better. Your thoughts were getting more jumbled together. Maybe, this invite was so that he could cut you off... but he was the one who reached out to you. He said he was thinking of you. That couldn’t be just to cut you off, right? Right? Oh, you just wanted to lie down in bed and bury your sorrows. With your head in between your hands, you tried to make sense of the situation.  

“What’s that look for, pet?”  

There it is, again. Past emotions surging back to the surface. Unbothered by the world, by the people walking nearby, John squatted down in front of you. (The look of pain not going unnoticed by you.) His soft blue eyes looking at you with an emotion you couldn’t quite determine. His hands took hold of yours to gently remove them from their positions.  

“John! Were you waiting for me in your car? I’m sorry-”  

“Nah, poppy, don’t worry about none o’ that.” His hands were still in yours and were resting on your lap. Enlaced together, orbiting towards one another. “You ready to go?”  

“Y-yeah, I think I am.”  

His eyes crinkled in the corners, his lips perking up into a soft smile. The sight was enough to bat away the feelings that had crept up to you. By the stars, he was such a pretty man.  

“Alright, pet, come on, then.” So, with his hand still enlaced with one of yours, the man got up from his position. Groaning a bit as he did so, placing his right hand on his lower back. While walking to his car, you chirped a little comment.  

“You know, if your back hurts, I know this great massage place!” He turned his head to look at you properly, only giving you a meh sound, with his smile still on his face. Your lips, in turn, quirked up in a smile at the words leaving you next.  

“Ooor, I’ve been told that I give a pretty good massage.” At this, his lips were painted in a grin now as he replied to you.  

“Yeah? Well, I’d much rather have your hands on my poor back, poppy.” You mirrored his expression, stopping in your tracks since he did as well. As always, with him, you had been too occupied with his beauty that your surroundings turned into a blur. Looking away from his beauty, you realised that you were probably in front his car. The Captain opened the door for you, helping you get inside, helping you fasten the seatbelt. He made sure you were alright before closing your door.  

‘Well, here goes nothing.’  

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The drive to his house had been surprising comfortable, but you should have known that it was impossible not to feel at easy when you were with John. It hadn’t been a long trip, maybe 20 minutes passed before you reached his house. At the sight of it, you chirped that it represented him well. He thanked you as he parked the car, telling you to stay in your seat. So, you did. You were pleasantly surprised when John had rushed to your side to open the door for you. When he unfastened your seatbelt and took hold of your hand. When you walked side by side to the front of his home.  

Upon entering his house, you had both taken off your shoes. John had asked if you wanted to be shown around, but your stomach’s rumbling had turned his attention to another matter. You had smiled a bit in embarrassment at his chuckle. Then, the bear of a man had guided you to the living room before leaving to the kitchen to make some tea and prepare a snack. Making sure to tell you to feel at home and kiss your forehead before parting ways.  

While you waited for him to return, you inspected your surroundings. This house was exactly what you had imagined. It was true when they said that your living space was a reflection of yourself. The home didn’t feel like a bachelor pad. No, instead, it felt warm and comforting. Adjectives you would use for John. You were seated on one of the armchairs, feeling as thought you were on a cloud. With your knees pulled to your chest, you cherished being surrounded by John’s smell. He must spend lots of time in this place.  

You breathed it in, eyes closing in satisfaction. With the sounds coming from the kitchen, and your feeling of bliss, you could pretend while you waited. You could pretend that this was just another day. That John felt something for you, that you could feel something for him. That this was just another day in the Price household. Alas, reality wasn’t so kind to you, and you were brought back to the present world.  

When you opened your eyes, you saw John walking in with a tray in his hands. A smile still on his face. ‘What a pretty man.’  

“Here you go, poppy.” He placed the tray on the table in front of you. Taking a seat on the sofa on your right side. 

“Thank you so much, John. You didn’t need to do so much.” The tray was full of things. He really had taken the time to prepare this. The thought warned your chest, feeling something blossoming in your ribs. As soon as the thoughts started to pop in, they burst into nothing. No, John was just a gentleman and a good host. Nothing more, nothing less.  

“None o’ that, pet. Didn’t know how you took your tea, so here’s everything you might need.”  

You thanked him once more, smiling in contentment at the kind gesture. As you prepared your cuppa, the two of you chatted. It was always so easy with him. You couldn’t control the many butterflies flying in your stomach, fighting to be let out. To be let free.  

You couldn’t know just how badly John was having his own battle at the same time. How badly he wanted you. How he yearned to have you in his home like this every day, sitting in his favourite armchair with a face of contentment. You looked so at home, so at peace, sitting with your eyes closed in happiness. John’s eyes crinkled as he took in the view. Suddenly, he remembered your stomach grumbling in annoyance and picked up the plate of biscuits. As it nudged your hand, you opened your eyes. They were so full of warmth. He could only hope that the words leaving his mouth won’t dampen the light in them.  

“Here take one, pet.” You softly thanked him, taking two biscuits in your hand. Your stomach was so happy to receive food that you did a little dance of happiness as you ate. John’s cheeks were starting to ache from happiness, you looked so beautiful. “I hope I don’t disturb your mood by saying this, poppy, but how about we continue our conversation from earlier?” Your chewing slowed, your stomach feeling heavier for a different reason other than food. You didn’t really want to think about the mean words, again, but John- You could trust John. Right?  

Sensing the hesitance from you, he reassured you that it didn’t have to be now if you didn’t want it to be. That didn’t mean that you would never have this talk thought, but he was willing to go at your own pace, ready to follow your lead. Even if you had only spent most of your time together in... a particular position, you trusted this man, and so you agreed to talk.  

You talked about the comments you had found under his public channel. How they had made you feel small. How you had tried to ignore them, but their cruelty would come back as whispers. It was when tears had gathered in your eyes that John took hold of your hand and pulled you out of your seat to be seated next to him. Within reach to be able to wipe down the tears that slid down your cheeks. He whispered words of encouragement and praise in the hopes to help you calm down. You wanted to stay there indefinitely, and yet you knew that this could not be. At the thought, fresh new tears slid down your tears and John’s frown deepened. His concern and fury mixing in together in his rib cage. Tendrils mingling with one another and circling his every bones.  

He told you that he would turn off his comments until his fans learnt to be respectful. That he would go as far as making the videos private if it meant you would have some peace of mind. Immediately, you refused. You couldn’t let him make such a big decision for little ol’ you. This was his way to pay the bills, to pay the groceries. You wouldn’t be able to sleep at night if you knew that he was running short on money due to you being sensitive.  

“And I wouldn’t be able to rest easy if I knew that you were crying like this because of mean trolls, pretty girl.” His hands never left you; they were always touching some skin. Gently caressing your cheeks, making sure no tears were left. He didn’t know if he was doing it to reassure you or himself. 

You weren’t going to agree on this topic, for now. So, you opted to change directions, in the hopes of forgetting about it altogether. (You should know better.) When you felt his hands retract, you quickly grabbed them. Reaching out to him, fingers tracing small circles on his palms, feeling how his rough his hands were, and yet they always handled you with care.  

“Anyway, what- you wanted to talk about something else earlier, right?” Your head tilted as you asked, and John felt his heart ready to burst at the sight. How were you so beautiful?  

“Yes! Yes, I wanted to talk to you about something my team and I discussed.” He took a deep breath, waiting for a sign from you to continue. You nodded and he dutifully obeyed, opening his mouth to deliver words at your lap. “They noticed positive feedback from this type of content. Told me it’d be good business to keep on going.”  

“That’s good. I’m glad for you, John!” You smiled at him all sweetly, perfect poppy that you were. Your smile remained on your face as your eyebrows slightly scrunched in confusion, fingers stopping their movements. “Although, I don’t see how that involves us having a talk? Unless...” You looked at him with eyes full of emotions. Uncertainty being the lead dancer in your irises. 

“Well, told my team that I completely agreed with them, of course.” Price tried his best not to get too excited, continuing the movements you had stopped to redirect his energy somewhere. “They wanted me to do it with someone from the studio, but well,” Even with the skin contact you both had. It didn’t feel enough. It felt like he would orbit out of your gravitational pull if he kept on going like this. He wanted, nay, he needed to explode, interlink your world with his. Your eyes wouldn’t leave his and that was a good sign as any to keep on talking. “told them that the fans were asking for you, poppy.”  By the way your eyebrows shot to your hairline, you hadn’t expected those words to come out of his mouth. With a stunned voice, you voiced your emotions.  

“I don’t understand- I am not-”  

“I know, I know, but you’re a breath of fresh air for the fans, pet. You don’t hold back on your expressions, on the sounds you make, they eat that up.”  

“...I’m- but what about you, John? Wouldn’t you rather deal with a professional? Wouldn’t you rather do this with someone else other than me?”  

That was what his team had told him. He had been quite in denial at the start. Reasoning with them that he was just trying to please the fans. That his insistence that it was you and not someone else was purely for the business. What a fool he had been to have thought that, to have believed that for even a second.  

“Pet, you wouldn’t be here right inside of my house right now if I wanted someone else.” 

Your hands left his, attempting to ground yourself, to believe the words that were leaving his mouth.  

“So, what are you saying? What do you want me to do?”  

“Nothing that you don’t feel comfortable doing of course.” You nodded because that was obvious from the get-go. “To sum it up, I want to make more videos with you. We’ll share the profits 50/50, of course. The themes would be similar to our first video. Soft and nice, poppy, just how you like it.” His pointer and thumb quickly took hold of your chin, snapping you back from your thoughts, from the mess of words in your head. When your eyes found his, he smiled just like how he always did when it was directed towards you and released your face.  

“Where will you post those videos? And how many times would you need to do this per month?” 

“Everything would be on the private channel. Of course, any raw footage will be sent to you, anyway. As for how many times, I can’t tell you quite, yet. We can work around your schedule, but maybe we could do a session every week? We can work out the details later if you agree to this.” You nodded in thoughts, attentively listening to every word dropped from him. “I understand that you would need time to think this through. That’s no problem, please take the ti-” 

“Yes.” It was now John’s turn to have his eyebrows shoot to his hairline.  

“Pet, are you su-”  

“Yes, I am sure.”

[syndxlla]

best friends don’t look at each other the way we do

A low stakes, high reward and self-indulgent Zelink fan fiction. Canon-compliant. Takes place between BOTW and TOTK

Chapter Five: My North Star

Read chapter four here

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Song: August by Taylor Swift

Summary: Link and Zelda get a visitor from an old friend, and start to remember how to live for the hope of it all.

Warnings: brief and non graphic mentions of death and dead bodies, canon-typical violence and horror, PTSD (always for this fan fic)

Word Count: 3.3k words

Authors Note: finally some happy moments lol. Also this is unedited!! ALSO I KNOW I HAVE SO MANY UNANSWERED ASKS RN I PROMISE I AM NOT IGNORING YOU IM JUST BUSY AND LAZY kloveyoubye

It takes only three more days for Impa to arrive at their door, angrily pounding her staff on the wooden plank. It’s early, she beats the rooster, and Link is rubbing sleep out of his eyes as he stumbles to the door from his makeshift bed he’s made adjacent to the kitchen.

He’s shocked to see the old woman staring up at him, as far as he knows, she hasn’t left Kakariko village in decades.

“You completed the mission and your first instinct was NOT to come and tell me?” She asks, her wrinkled lips pressed firmly into a frown. Link looks up to see Cado, apologetic. His hair is down, shirt is off, and he’s barely wearing trousers. He yawns.

“Good morning, Master Impa.” He bows deeply to her and she just whacks his skull with her cane in the same manner she did the door. Link yelps and rubs the top of his head. “What was that for?” He asks.

“Where’s the princess?”

“She’s sleeping still, it’s barely sunrise.” Link rubs some more sleep from his lashes, his hand in a tight fist. “You know, most people say good morning when you see them first thing…”

Impa then lets herself into the house, pushing past him like the angry ball of spunk she is. “I’ll have tea.” She states, “And I’d like to see my friend.” Link and Cado look at each other, the Sheikah man staring at him apologetically.

Link nods, walking to the furnace and kneeling in front of it. He blows on the dying embers from the night before, placing a small log on them. Flames catch, and he’s setting the kettle over them, still full of water from yesterday. Cado closes the door and sits across from Impa at the table. Link eyes his bed roll in the corner of the room, kicking some blankets around in an attempt to make it look less disheveled, but the elderly woman just squints at the state of the house. If only she had seen it a week ago. Link was starting to feel proud of he and Zelda’s progress, wildflowers being placed in a vase on the table, and their plates polished and put away neatly for the first time. After Impa’s scrutinizing gaze, however, he was feeling all sorts of insecure again.

The air is stagnant.

“She's still sleeping…still.” Link clears his throat, his voice hushed. “She needs to rest because-“

“Link, two bodies were found just outside of the castle two days ago, the man who found them also reports seeing a Shadowy Figure, covered in what he suspects is malice.” Impa interrupts him.

“What?” He asks, startled.

“I didn’t want to lead with that, but it cannot be ignored.” She spoke in the same hushed tone. They didn’t want to wake the Princess, and they especially didn’t want to scare her.

“Treasure hunters? I mean it's still a war zone there, it wasn’t anything else… right? He was lying, surely. All the Malice disappeared…” Link asks, feeling the blood go from his face.

“The man was Me.” Cado frowns. He would never lie. “After we got your message from Purah, I traveled to the castle to confirm that the Calamity was destroyed. The bodies were hylian, two young people. A boy and a girl… I thought it was..”

Cado’s voice became too loud, and Link hushed him.

“We want to think it was leftover spells, but we don’t know. We don’t know who else to ask to investigate.” Impa says.

“Now that Hyrule is safe, it's time we start reestablishing civility, democracy.” Cado steps in.

“It’s been eleven days since I defeated him.” Link crosses his arms, “I’m still not sleeping through the nights, Zelda doesn’t have her full strength back yet. You promised me I would get to rest when it was all over.” He looks at the Sheikah Chief.

“Don’t lie to me, Link.” Impa shakes her head, “I know you can’t stay in one place for too long. No matter how hard you try.” She states. She wasn’t wrong, but recently Link has started to feel different.

The kettle starts to whistle. Link swallows his frustration and takes it off the heat, preparing three cups of green bell tea. Everyone feels discomfort. “Did the figure do anything?” Link asks as he pours the hot water into the cups, his back turned to the Sheikah.

“It just stared at me, it was tall, hunched over.” Cado describes, one could easily hear the fear in his voice. “We stared at each other, I couldn’t tell if it was from this world or not.”

“Tall like a Zora or tall like a Gerudo?” Link asks, still turned away.

“Gerudo.” Cado struggled to say it. “I drew my sword, and as soon as I did, it turned away from me and walked into the mist to the south. I never saw it again.”

Link swallows and then turns around finally, carrying the cups to the table. “And the bodies?”

“Cause of death was unknown, I checked for a pulse multiple times but they were both long gone. They were dressed in traveler's garb. Their dress seemed to be from the north.”

“If they have families they need to know.” Link sits, holding the mug of tea in his hands.

“You’re the only one who could inform them about such a thing.” Impa says. “Tabantha is a long way, but you could be there and back in an hour if you warp. We’ll stay here until you-“

“The sheikah slate is utterly destroyed.” Link admits. “I left it with Purah but she essentially told me it's beyond repair.”

“You’d have to go on foot like the rest of us.” Cado smirks.

“Why would I?” Link asks, perhaps too forcefully. “I did my quest.”

Impa stares at him, silent for a moment, “You don’t really feel that way.” She shakes her head, “And if you do, then you are not the same man who woke up three years ago.”

“I’m not!” Link almost shouts, and they all bite their tongues, listening for any sound from upstairs. “Impa… you know I care. You know I want to go find whatever that figure was, but I am tired.” His voice cracks. “I can’t just sleep this one off.” He can’t look at her, if he does, he’ll break. “This is much deeper than exhaustion. It’s… it’s traumatic.

I still see him. His eyes, the way His heat radiated and burned my skin, the sound of His laughter. He Haunts me at night, I swear He finds ways into my dreams and taunts me there. Like it was all just a game to Him. Because it was. It always was. He’ll do it again a hundred times, and we can’t ever stop Him. There will be countless more Links who lose their hearing and can’t sleep and won't even look themselves in a mirror because as long as the triforce exists, He will mock us all with His deviance.”

Link stares into his tea.

“Impa…” A quiet voice says from the stairs, and all three of them are turning to see her. Long, blonde hair draped over her shoulder, eyes sleepy and confused, hands at her sides.

She nearly trips down the stairs as she runs to the woman, wrapping her hands around her neck and crying. Impa immediately holds her back, laughing, taking an old, bony hand and stroking the top of her friend's head with it.

“Good Morning, my dear.”

Link and Cado share one more glance.

The day is spent with hugs and laughter and Zelda looking into Impa’s eyes and crying every time she sees that they’re still the same eyes. Link cooks for them, and gets as quiet as he was at the start of this war. It’s all he can think about. Did it return for other Links? Did it return this early?

Zelda must have noticed his distance because while Impa is telling Zelda all about the man she married, the Princess is glancing at Link. His shoulders tense, his head down, his voice silent. She frowns, deciding to ask him about it later.

Cado was delighted to meet the woman, bowing deeply for her. He eventually got on a tangent about his children while they ate the omelets Link prepared, but Link stayed silent. He glances over at the Master Sword, leaning against the corner of the room, staring back at him.

He distracts himself the rest of the day with Epona, tending to her constantly while Zelda tells Impa every single detail about her time sealed away. The two prayed over each other a few times. The sun gets low in the sky, Link stays silent.

They come back inside, and before Impa and Cado enter from the outside to begin their next hour of catching up, Zelda places a gentle hand on Link’s shoulder. “Link,”

He turns to look at her, everything about him immediately softening as her green eyes stare at him.

“You’re upset?” She says, her voice soothing.

“No I’m not.” He denies. She raises an eyebrow.

“I know you.” Link becomes acutely aware of her thumb that starts rubbing circles into his muscle and he has to remind himself how to stand. ”Talk to me.”

He knows he can’t tell her about this, not yet. “Later?” He asks. She smiles and nods.

“I’m here for you.”

Link begins dinner, and Zelda washes up, leaving the three alone for the first time since early morning.

Impa stares, Cado uncomfortably clears his throat. Link looks at them, frowning, knowing what they want.

He sighs deeply.

“I will return to the castle. Zelda and I briefly discussed returning the Champion’s weapons to their people, and can do it then.” He finally says. “Tell every leader to warn their people to avoid the castle at all costs.”

“Good.” Impa nods.

“But-“ Link holds his hand up, “I’m not going until both she and I are ready.” He says.

“What do you mean by ready?” That old woman was always so pushy.

“When Zel and I both feel ready to return to those places without it absolutely crushing our spirits, we will go. Together.”

“Hylia knows when that will be.” Cado scoffs.

“Exactly.” Link says. “Unless more deaths are reported or this shadow is seen again, it can wait. Everyone has been avoiding the castle for a century, what’s a little while longer?” Link states, silently proud of himself for sticking up for himself and not just being the obedient soldier he was trained to be. “Besides, no one should be there anyways, it’s not safe.”

“You’re in love with the Princess.” Impa states with a chuckle and Link sputters, the wind knocking out of him.

“What? Why would you say that?” He asks.

“I saw you two. The way you look at her.” Impa smirks. Link feels his ears heat up, Cado stifles a laugh.

“You are so rude.” Link replies.

“I think you two need each other.” Impa shrugs, “But do not let any worldly affection keep you in the way of what really matters here: Hyrule and its people.”

Impa always knew exactly how to remind Link that he is just a soldier.

“We will leave before we eat. At this rate we will not return home until late into the night.” Impa states, standing back up.

They say their goodbyes. Zelda promises to visit, Impa gives her a kiss on the forehead, Cado bows again. And just as the sun begins to set, the pair is headed through the bridge.

Both Link and Zelda stand in the doorway as they watch them leave. Zelda starts to sniffle, wiping a tear.

“Hey, hey, hey.” Link says in a comforting tone when he sees her cry, turning to face her. “It’s okay, we’re gonna see her again real soon.” He reassures. Zelda sighs.

“She got so old, without me.” She tries to swallow her sob but fails. She presses her tear-stained face into the crook of Link’s neck, and he just holds her for as long she needs. Zelda is the one to pull away after a moment of comfort. “I’m sorry… I know there's something troubling you, too. I shouldn’t be so selfish.” Zelda sighs.

Link swallows, “It’s nothing. Not for tonight.”

“You're sure?”

“Positive.” Link nods. “Can I show you something?” He asks, and Zelda is nodding as he takes her hand and leads her up stairs. He pushes open a hatch on the ceiling in the corner, and a rickety ladder slides down. Some dust and cobwebs fly down, but when the air clears, Link is climbing up onto the roof of their house. He helps Zelda up next, and she’s looking up at the night sky with bright eyes. It’s still not totally dark yet, but the first few stars are starting to shine.

The roof is slightly slanted, but not enough to cause either of them concern. They both comfortably find a position on the tiles, facing south, noses pointed at the heavens. There’s about a foot of space between them, and Link wants to scoot closer into her, but chooses not to. He closes the hatch from the outside, so the warm light of the house doesn’t pollute their view.

“I like to come up here to clear my head.” He says. “It doesn’t hold a candle to the night sky in Hebra or out in the desert, but it's still pretty spectacular.”

Zelda hums, “You’ll have to take me someday.” She stays looking at the sky but Link looks at her. Her profile is beautiful, hair long and cascading, ears pointed and blushed. Surely she knew he was staring, but neither of them did anything to stop.

“One day.” He nods before looking away and laying on his back. He rests his arms behind his head, crossing an ankle over his bended knee. “That one is called Haru.” He points to an especially bright star, “It’s part of the constellation Nabooru.” He then traces the warrior constellation with his finger.

“I remember, yes.” Zelda scoots into him, and he tries to stifle his smile. She doesn’t lay next to him, but now they’re a mere inches apart.

“And this is the North Star.” Link cranes his neck back to see it. “It moves though, did you know that? True north changes over time, so that one was the North Star when we were born, but over time the celestial bodies shifted and now it's that one. They didn’t even know that until I came back, because I was following the original one and ended up in Lanayru instead of Eldin. I talked with Purah and Robbie and they agreed, isn’t that fascinating?” He asks with a smile.

Zelda smiles so wide she thinks her cheeks will burst. “I never heard you speak like that before. With so much passion and eloquence.”

Link looks at her and just chuckles, “Now everyone follows the new star, but it didn’t have a name yet….”

“We should name it!” She gasps.

“Oh…I already did.” Link frowns, “I named it after I got my first memory back.” He shrugs. “I”m sorry. But there are plenty of stars without names anymore. A lot of the scientific research got destroyed with the…” He stops himself, “Well you know why. No one these days even knows the constellations anymore. I’m the only one.”

“What did you name it?” Zelda smiles.

Link looks at her again, “Zelda.”

She just about passes out from flattery, smiling down at her knees which are bent into her chest, blushing a little. “That’s very nice.”

“It was my true north.” He says. “I’d have been lost without it.”

It was fully dark now, and the sky lit up with the twinkling lights, the moon was a small sliver of a crescent and hung low in the sky near the sea.

“When did you remember the constellations?” She asked.

“They come to me slowly. It was required for all knights to know them, as I’m sure you remember.” Link described, looking to the heavens again. “I still can’t think of half of them.”

“Well isn’t that one Navi?” She points to another star.

“No, that one is Navi.” Link scoots up to her level, closing the gap further between them, and takes his hand to move her arm to the right star, his calloused and scarred flesh rough against her soft skin. “That one is the top of the constellation Hylia-“

“-Hylia”

They say it together. Perfectly in tune.

Their faces turn towards one another, locking eyes. The air freezes, time itself seems to hold.

Their hearts simultaneously skip a beat, and a soft blow of warm wind passes by, brushing through their hair.

Link makes the mistake of looking at her lips and for a split second he swears she leans in, but before anything goes any further, she’s moving away and laying down next to him.

He supposes this is alright, too.

“I wonder what she thinks of all this.” Link says.

Zelda is quiet ....“I sometimes wonder if the God’s regret making man.”

“What do you mean?” Link asks, looking at her.

“Well… man is what caused the curse of the loop anyways. If it weren’t for us, Hyrule wouldn’t have to be rebuilt every ten thousand years.” She frowns. “Maybe they wish they had left their creation to rest without our feeble beings.”

“I don’t think that.” Link shakes his head. “I think they put us here because we are flawed, not in spite of it.

I think our mistakes, our sins, our curses are what makes us special. Life would be futile if we were perfect. There would be no motivation. No growth. No passion.

You cannot have good without evil, or light without dark, or joy without pain.

That’s what’s so beautiful about life. I think the God’s know that. I think they love us because of it. That is a luxury they don’t have. I see it as a gift. To live for the hope of it all.”

Link rambles, and Zelda is stunned for a moment. She turns her head to look at him, this time he’s the one with wonder-filled eyes staring up, ignoring the gaze of the other.

“I really think you should wield the triforce of wisdom.” Zelda teases.

Link looks at her, their noses almost touching. “Oh no, I’m only profound when I’m around you.” He shakes his head, giggling. “You should see me try to talk my way through Gerudo town, there's nothing wise about it.” His tone is playful, and they both laugh over it. “I accidentally told a woman she looked pregnant instead of ordering a drink at the bar.” Link explains and then says the two phrases in Gerudo, Zelda can admit they have very similar pronunciations and the both of them are full-belly laughing at the situation. Zelda asks how he managed to get out of that situation, and Link had to describe further that he was in disguise, which made everything harder to get through. Zelda couldn’t get the image of Link in a woman’s clothing out of her mind, and Link only sets her off further when he finishes the story with him getting slapped by an elderly Gerudo Woman. It isn’t much longer until she has tears welling down her face, but this time they are finally tears of laughter and joy.

When they both finally pull themselves together, Zelda smiles at him, wiping a tear from the corner of her eyes. “Thank you.” She sighs, her stomach aching from laughter.

Zelda then takes a risk, and snakes her hand in between them before wrapping it around Link’s. They don’t lock fingers, and it isn’t even necessarily classified as a romantic gesture, but she just squeezes his hand, thankful for cheering her up, thankful for reminding her that there is still hope.

There is hope in balance.

She tries to pull it away, not wanting to overstep, but Link is holding her hand tighter, keeping it in his grip. Zelda happily obliges, and they keep their hands clasped at their sides the whole night.

—

Chapter Six

[enchxanting]

our love is god [ethan landry]

read part 2 here || all parts

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

warnings: nothing yet but this fic is heathers-inspired, so be warned for the future.

author's note: hi guys, long time lurker first time poster. this is my first time WRITING fic so feel free to leave any critique. also i don't know if i did the cut right lol i have a lot planned and hope you like!

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Dear Diary,

I should’ve never let Mindy convince me to start this operation. 

Sure, it’s nice to have a steady cash flow, but nothing is more aggravating than everyone and their mother asking for doctor’s notes, report cards, prescriptions, and absence notes when I’m just trying to make it to fourth-period math. When I was ten, I expected to use my Nancy-Drew-inspired skills to unearth hidden staircases or find whistling statues, not help someone’s checked-out mom get a Xanax. 

Yet I forged three (3) permission slips today. Why? Because, next to mysteries, I love the sweet smell of cash in the morning. Yesterday, I added $150 to the rainy day fund. Hopefully, when the weather’s right, I'll be inspired to buy a car and ditch Woodsboro. This town is fucked, alright. Just ask Chad, Mindy, Sam, or–

“Tara! Jesus Christ!” I rub my leg where her sneaker connected. “What’s your damage?”

“Are you done, Shakespeare? You said you’d get lunch with me like, fifteen minutes ago.”

Tara isn’t so great with patience. But, again, I am not so great at keeping track of time. “Yeah, whatever,” I say. “Let’s go see what they’ve cooked up for us today.”

I follow her through the winding path of tables, chairs, and teenage bodies. As we go, I collect bills from outstretched hands and replace them with papers of varying sizes. Tara turns to smirk at me. “What was the event this time?”

“Oh, you know. It’s report card season, and this school is not known for its stellar GPAs.”

“We just have you to thank for keeping it floating below a 3.0,” she teases. “Tell me, Y/N. Does all that extra brainpower of yours get used up matching the way people dot their i’s and cross their t’s?”

I roll my eyes at her. “Sure, Tara. Let’s just get some lunch. I’m seriously starving.”

We grab trays and join the line, aimlessly chattering about the day. Tara’s been my friend since the beginning of the year when I was the only new kid in a town struck by tragedy. We were the only new buyers in Woodsboro over the summer. The rest are still empty, the memory of last year’s Ghostface attacks having driven out long-time residents.

What’s surprising, though, is that the so-called “Woodsboro Four” are still here. Sure, Sam, Tara, Mindy, and Chad mostly stick together, but despite the terrible tragedy that they witnessed, they let me and Annika, Mindy’s current girlfriend, into their lives. I could never measure up to that. I’m just glad they want to be my friend.

I’m taken out of my musings on friendship when I feel someone’s eyes on my back. Without turning around, I recite my usual speech. “$5 for report cards, $10 for prescriptions and absence notes, and an extra $5 for rush fees.”

“Woah, um, tempting, but I’m not looking for any forgery.”

Confused, I turn around to put a face to an unfamiliar voice. The guy’s tall, almost as tall as Chad, with curly brown hair and brown eyes that widen when I meet them. “Sorry, I was just going to get my lunch, but you dropped some cash back here.”

For some reason, my voice is not working. All I can do is look up at him, suddenly captivated by how shy he seems to be. When I pause for a few moments too long, Tara reaches around and takes the money from his hand. “Uh, thanks. I’m sure my friend here appreciates it. Usually she’s more talkative.”

“Oh, god, yeah, sorry,” I finally get out, stumbling over my words. “Thanks.”

“No problem.” Suddenly, I think he remembers to be bashful and walks away without another word.

When he’s gone, Tara laughs. “God, Y/N, drool much? I’ve never seen you like that before.”

I flush red. “Whatever, Tara, you’re the worst.” I give her a playful shove and walk off to buy my lunch. I hand the money to the cashier, but all I can think about are those big, brown eyes, and I know I’m fucked.

[caplanbuckybarnes]

Songs4Caplan Challenge

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Addicted to you simple plan

Africa Toto 

All downhill from here new found glory 

All for you sister hazel 

All summer long kid Rock 

Alone together fall out boy

Amnesia 5 seconds of summer

Animals maroon 5

As it was Harry styles 

as the world caves in Sarah cothran

Ashes of Eden breaking Benjamin 

Attention Charlie put 

Bad guy Billie eillish 

Bad things jace Everett

Beautiful mistakes maroon 5

Beautiful soul Jesse McCartney 

Before he cheats carrie underwood 

Before you go Lewis capaldi 

Beggin maneskin 

Better than me hinder

Blue ain’t your color Keith urban 

Burn usher 

Car radio twenty one pilots 

Church fall out boy

Climax usher 

Come & get it Selena Gomez 

Count on me Bruno mars 

Criminal Fiona Apple 

Deja vu Olivia rodrigo 

Delicate Taylor swift 

Diary Tino Coury 

Dirty laundry Carrie underwood 

Dirty thoughts Chloe adams 

Don’t call me up Mabel 

Downtown lady a 

Drivers license Olivia rodrigo 

Easy on Adele 

End of me a day to remember 

Every breath you take the police 

Every morning sugar ray 

Everybody hurts r.e.m. 

Fall for you secondhand serenade

Fallin Alicia keys 

Fast car Tracy Chapman 

Flowers Miley Cyrus 

For the first time the script

Forever young alphaville

Forever and ever amen randy Travis

Fuck it Eamon 

Fuck you bitch wheeler walker jr

Ghost of you Justin beiber

Glimpse of us Joji

God gave me you Blake Shelton 

Hate (I really don’t like you) plain white tees

Havana Camilla cabello 

Heart attack Demi lovato 

Heartbreak anniversary giveon 

Heaven Kane brown 

Hello darlin Conway twitty 

Hold on, we’re going on drake 

How do you sleep Jesse McCartney 

Hurt Johnny cash 

I fall apart post Malone 

I miss you blink 182

I see red everybody loves an outlaw 

I wanna be your slave maneskin 

I’m not the only one Sam smith 

I’m the only one Melissa Ethridge 

I’m yours Alessia Cara 

In my blood Shawn Mendes 

It ain’t me baby me Johnny cash 

Jealous nick Jonas 

Just one yesterday fall out boy 

Just the way you are Bruno mars 

Keep Holding On Avril Lavigne 

Killer queen Queen 

The last of the real ones 

Leave  the door open Bruno mars 

Leavin’ Jesse McCartney 

Let her go passenger

Like I can Sam smith

Lips of an angel hinder

Little do you know Alex & sierra 

Little Talks Mumfords & sons

Mama's broken heart Miranda lambert

Man down Rihanna

Misery Maroon 5

My Boo usher & Alicia keys 

Needed Me Rihanna 

Never gonna be alone Nickelback

New Rules Dua Lipa 

Not Over You Gavin DeGraw

Obsessed Mariah Carey

One Call Away Charlie Puth

One More Night Maroon 5

Our Song Taylor Swift

Picture KidRock & Sherry Crow 

PillowTalk Zayn Malik 

Please Don’t Leave Me Pink

Red Taylor Swift 

Remember the time Michael Jackson

Rolling in the deep Adele 

Say My Name Destiny’s Child

Say So Doja Cat 

She’s Got You Patsy Cline

Shower Becky G

Smokin out the Window Bruno Mars 

Someone You Loved Lewis Capaldi

Stay With Me Sam Smith

Take a Bow Rihanna

Take Me to Church Hozier

Take You Dancing Jason Derulo

There’s Nothing Holdin Me Back Shawn Mendes

Title Meghan Trainor

Too Good at Goodbyes Sam Smith

Too Little Too LAte JoJo

Trip Ella Mae

Trouble P!Nk

True Love P!NK

Unfaithful RIhanna

Unholy Sam smith

Unsteady X Ambassadors

Uptown Girl Billy Joel

Wait For You Elliot Yamin

Walk Me Home P!NK

Walkin After Midnight Patsy Cline

Want U Back Cher Lloyd

What a Man Gotta Do Jonas Brothers

What Ifs Kane Brown

Wolves Selena Gomez

Would You Go With Me? Josh Turner

You Found Me The Fray

You Had Me @ Hello A Day to Remember

You Need to Calm Down, Taylor Swift

[scentedpeachlandcreator]

Hello Eli hope this message finds you well.

I think yesterday I had a spiritual awakening. Before that I was in a sad victim mindset. I was convinced that I was a loser because I had no friends. I convinced myself that I was a failure and that nothing would ever work in my favor. I was convinced that I was ugly, I was worthless, basically nothing. These have been a result of my upbringing and childhood trauma but I also do suffer from CPTSD and social anxiety. I used to be a people pleaser for people who couldn’t care less about me. Looking back at it I would say that yes I have been a victim but I decided to choose to stay that way.

Anyways I always have been connected to the spiritual side of things like tarot, spirit guides, angel’s number, etc. I do know about those things and I also had some knowledge of manifestation but I never really tried it. I had used sublinals and they did work. I lose weight and had a glow up. I think on Sunday of last week I just “woke up” lol. I don’t know what it was but I think I remembered who the hell I was beneath all of the darkness. I was such a bold and confident child who rebelled against authority, I would never have let myself be beat down by my own mind. I have dreams of traveling abroad, being financially stable, buying my mom her dream home. And I realized I had told people enough times that I would be studying abroad so it has no choice but to come true. It’s like all my doubts were gone I was tired in a way. Literally that same night I was like “screw this” I’m getting my dream life no matter what. I deep cleaned my room top bottom, deleted old contacts, deleted photos of people who had hurt me, redid my phone, etc.

Now onto my question. I decided that I would not listen to anything on Tik tok about manifesting because I have a tendency to spiral and get overwhelmed so I knew that was an immediate no no. Also they tell people how to get everything they want in like 3 days which is of course possible but I knew that if I didn’t see results I would give up. So I decided the best method for me was to script. But not in a typical way. I wrote down as if I was my future self experiencing a certain scenario. But in this scenario I talk in both present and past tense. For example Christmas is coming up since the date I wrote is set for January 6th, I wrote down how I got everything I wanted want more for Christmas, how my dream room looked like, my morning routine using products from my Childhood list now. I talked about how grateful and happy I was. The new phone that I got, etc.

I decided this was the perfect way to manifest for me but I don’t know if using the past tense will hinder any progress of my manifestation.

.𖥔 ݁ Hello dear!

I'm sooo happy that you had your awakening.

At least you realized not like some people🙄-

I really advice you to avoid Tik tok they don't give useful informations about LOA and they have soo many limiting beliefs.

Now that you decided to manifest your dream life, you need to stay consistent.

No matter what the 3d shows just tell yourself that you do have your dream life (because imagination is the true reality).

No matter what happen in the 3d, instead of checking it, go check your 4d, because this is where is the true reality, the true validation.

Do whatever method you want and what you find yourself comfortable with, but if you want to script or affirm for your dream life i advice you to Say it in present tense, like you already have it, you're already there and have everything you want.

Don't give up and just keep going no matter what cause you will be proud of yourself when you manifest your dream life.

Note: past tense won't hinder your progress don't worry.

I advice you to read this, and read this and this and this.

Good Luck on your journey!💗

Xoxo, Eli

[greenlightbulbonawire]

Misfits (yeah like the Arcane song)

XLV.

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Summary: From the dark musty cell of Stillwater all the way to the very base of Firelights, but where to from there? Guess you'll just have to let fate lead you.

Author's note: Here's another chapter for yall, Also, props to anyone who actually made it to this chapter and waits for me to post more. It's still crazy to me that actuall people are reading my work T-T. Love you and hope you have a good day!! (also i didnt proof read this so if theres any spelling mistakes and shi lmk and im sorry in advance lol)

previous chapter: Fourty fourth chapter

next chapter: Fourty sixth chapter

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Your eyes peeled open as the dawn of the day came, at first you were slightly confused as to where you were and then you remembered. You looked around, taking in Ekko’s empty room when something wriggled behind you. The boy's hands were snug around your waist and you felt his forehead against your back. Red slowly found its way onto your cheeks again and you could only hope that he was still asleep and wouldn't wake up as you carefully detached his arms from your body. You quietly got up and picked up your hoverboard, the first sun rays of the day started seeping into his room through a small window on the sleeping boy's door. It creaked as you opened it and you froze up, turning your head to look at his unconscious body, but he stayed asleep.

When you finally left his room and silently walked to the edge of his balcony, you swung your legs over it and started up your device, hopping on it and flying towards the entrance to the hideout. You had a certain destination in mind, but before you could go there, you had to go buy something, oh right, money, okay, let's head back to your room and take it maybe, that’d be great. Changing into your usual working outfit wasn’t in the question right now, as it was dirtied up from the junkyard, so even your beloved cloak was unusable at that moment. You grabbed the money and the dirty clothes, stopping by a washing room before you left. The cold stone pressed against your body was enough to fully wake you up and you pushed at it with all your might, until finally it gave in and moved away, creating a small gap for you to slip through into the sewer system, surrounding the Firelights’ hideout.

THe low hum coming off the machine and its weak neon green glow filled the empty tunnels while you took a familiar route. You shot up through a grate hole, its cover kicked away by you some time ago and laying a few paces away. The device shot up as you hopped off and fell into your arms, you had to carry it this time, your cloak being left in the washing room, but compared to the metal piece from yesterday, it was nothing. You left the little dead alleyway and walked into a bigger, more alive street, searching for a food stand. It took a little while but you finally spotted one and quickly made your way over. A smile painted your lips as you spotted a wooden box full of a particularly sweet fruit. You reached into the box to pull out one, but your hand was slapped away by an older man with orange curly hair.

“You want something, you pay for it.” The man stated and folded his arms, giving you a skeptical look, and then a familiar voice echoed from the back of the stand. “A customer?” “Felix?” “[Reader]? Oh it is you! Hi!” The boy came forward and turned to the older man and then he turned to you again. “I see you’ve met my dad.” He chuckled and shook his head, the older man sighed and retrieved into an opened door of the building the stand was built against while mumbling something to himself. “That’s your dad?” “Yeah man, don’t mind him, he’s just wary, that’s all.” “Oh no, it’s fine, I get it, but if you’ll forgive me, I’m in a little hurry, I just wanted to buy two of these.” You pointed to the box you were eyeing a few seconds ago. Felix nodded and reached over the counter of the stand, grabbing a pair of the fruit, throwing them into a paper bag and handing them to you. You paid for them and got on your way again.

It wasn’t long until you reached your desired destination, an empty street, filled with dust and remnants of past life, at night illuminated by a big billboard and its white light. You got greeted by a loud shriek and a dark smudge slamming into you, pushing you off your hoverboard and onto the ground as it licked your face with its split tongue. “Fae! Stop that!” Any attempts at fighting back were absolutely useless and all you could do was wait until your pet salamander was done with greeting you. Fae finally stepped off your body and ran in circles around you, making little happy sounds. “I know, I know, you missed me, I missed you too.” Your arm disappeared into the paper bag and pulled out the fruit, dangling it in the air until Fae noticed it. She stopped running around and tilted her head.

“Can you sit Fae?” You asked her and she sat down politely, wrapping her tail around her legs. “That’s a good girl! Come here!” The salamander broke into a little run and you threw the fruit in the air, she leaped and caught it with her mouth, letting out a murrow, seemingly pleased with herself. You sat down onto the ground and pulled out the second fruit, beginning to eat it as Fae slowly lied down next to you, as if you two were sharing a meal. She finished her piece in a few swift bites, obviously, she was like three times your size at the end of the day, and looked at you with puppy eyes, begging for more. You rolled your eyes and chuckled softly, taking one last bite and giving the rest to her.

[iheartgod175]

Some Thoughts...

While I've still got some Zula Patrol brain rot, I've been rediscovering some old shows from Playhouse Disney (the fact that I called it that versus Disney Junior should tell you how old I am, haha XD). Special Agent Oso was one of them, and I remember watching an episode because Phil Lewis was in the series. But I didn't care for it, even though the theme song is a total bop. Then I started rewatching the episodes. And then I stumbled upon that lore video by Athena P. And then I realized I'm in too deep XD

Watching the show, I understand why folks initially disliked Oso. On one hand, his incompetence is not something a secret agent should have. On the other hand, he's a cinnamon roll. He just needs a little extra help, that's all. Not to mention that during season 2, he gets a lot more independent and competent, with his overconfidence being one of his main flaws. He's a himbo, plain and simple. That's probably why I like him.

I read that the show's creator, Ford Riley, has a son with autism and that his son's autism therapy was the main reason he implemented the "three special steps" into the show. As an autistic woman myself, I just wanted to say kudos to this guy for creating a show geared to teaching autistic children, and sorry for my initial criticism.

I also discovered that there were ships for this show: Wolfie/Dottie and Oso/Dottie. After confirming their ages (because for some reason, the Disney Junior wiki's got Dottie as an eleven-year-old while Oso and Wolfie are in their twenties--which is, uh...SUPER WEIRD O.O), my general consensus is this: Oso/Dottie is a solid "nah" for me. To me, they're more like siblings rather than a couple. Wolfie/Dottie, though...I see the vision. You've got me, folks. (I totally didn't come up with that after seeing the "One Unique Pair" video xD) If you enjoy Oso/Dottie, that's cool! I won't bite your head off for it, lol XD

If I had to pick a character I liked aside from Oso, I'd say that Wolfie is my favorite. And not just because Phil Lewis plays him. He's just too darn cool. Oh, and he has the patience of a saint.

Those dark theories are something else, though. And of course, I now want to write a story with my own spin on those dark theories. Yesterday, I spent about two hours writing up page after page of a proposed fan fic where Oso uncovers the true purpose of U.N.I.Q.U.E. and, uh...doesn't take it well. And he messes up everything for everybody so badly that outside forces (aka the Super Readers) have to get involved. To put it simply, he becomes this fic's Origami Tobiichi. (@0range-flames, this is why I had that Super Why: Infinity War joke XD)

I decided that in this story, Jack is gonna be heavily involved. Playing Revue Starlight gave me an idea of how Jack could be a fighter, heavily inspired by Fumi's Orpheus card.

Speaking of Disney Junior, I'm thinking of writing more Callie/Peck. As of last night, my Wattpad story, Time After Time, is now the number one Sheriff Callie story. That filled me with such indescribable happiness, that I felt inspired to work on a Callie/Peck one-shot for the first time in forever.

That being said, while I haven't forgotten the Disney fandom or the fans who've read this story, I'm writing this purely for free. Badgering me about updating this story (or my Wattpad story collection) will not make me write it faster. Please show some consideration for your fellow authors!

The response to the Bula/Firestorm WIP has been really heartwarming. 12 notes already?! You guys are awesome!

[romaine2424]

Weekly Blog August 30, 2023

Let me say upfront that my personal world is quite small, but that doesn't stop random lightning strikes of 'Oh shit' hitting my household. Yikes. I think things have calmed down once again so I can get back to escapism. LOL

I have been writing and updating. The Azkaban Letters Chapter 12 was posted yesterday. I update every Tuesday. The response has been 'meh' kudos wise, but I have some lovely lovely commenters, which inspires me to push ahead. For anyone who's posted a chapter fic, you know what it means to have a few folks comment on each chapter.

What I've been reading:

I've been reading a lot! Mostly very long fics, but then I hit upon a fest I hadn't heard of before that just ended. @ladiesofhpfest! 16 weeks of themed fics! The theme range goes from Vilenous Vixens to Hedwig's Circle of Divas. Most of the fics are less than 5K. Here's the link to the Master List by Weeks/Themes. The final two weeks have to be added to the list. I know one of them is Week 15: Girly Girls.

I have two three recs from this fest, mind you, I've just started reading the stories.

The first is Sparkling Cyanide (1.4K) by @saintsenara.

Summary: Tom Riddle had nothing to do with the death of Hepzibah Smith. Hokey had just had enough of being a slave.

I have no idea how the author fits so much into 1.4k words. But we learn who Hokey is and how she and those who came before her were mistreated by Hepzibah Smith. That wizards and witches have no idea and don't care to know the rich history of house-elves. And they are oh so clever! Cheer Hokey on as she works around the law that house-elves cannot use their magic to hurt their masters.

The second is Look Like the Innocent Flowers (4.8K) by @midnightstargazer.

Summary: Daphne is silly and superficial, the sort who obsesses over makeup and fashion and knows all the latest gossip. Astoria is fragile and soft-spoken, a delicate flower of a girl. When the Carrows take over Hogwarts, the two sisters appear to be unaffected, indifferent to changes that have little impact on pure-blood Slytherins like themselves. But as the Sorting Hat said, "those cunning folk use any means to achieve their ends" - including allowing themselves to be grossly underestimated.

This is a great canon missing moments fic for 7th year. Daphne is very much a Slytherin (as is Astoria). She's made a decision to protect her sister and those that the dark side wants to hurt. We're treated to the beginnings of Astoria/Draco, the subtle communication between Slytherin women, including Narcissa, and how such a beautiful witch can use her wiles and magical powers to help bring down the Dark Lord that most of her house admires.

Oh, and this author also wrote Lily's Cat (sniffle) for the fest. Really sweet.

One more rec, and it's Drarry, and it's a Series, and it's long. I'm guessing that many of you have read the Blood Magic (340K) series by Houseofhebrideanblacks(AO3) and Thestralsofspinnersend(AO3). The series is made up of 3 distinct fics in feel though definitely intertwined. The first fic, A Half-Life, A Cursed-Life (49K) is very tough to read. It takes place quite a few years after the war, and Auror Harry is so so broken. At the very end, though, there is a spark of hope as Healer Draco takes action.

The second fic, The Forest (88K), is my fav. Definitely the balm to ease the pain of the first one. And the third, Misunderstood Creatures (198K) is amazing in love, action, and lore. Truly a great Drarry series that should be on every Drarry fan's list to read.

One note of interest is that the Authors wrote for their character, and it's seamless.

Please remember to give love to these stories! Comments are always appreciated.

Resources:

Today's resource came from @maesterchill on the Main Drarry discord server. The Fic Writer's Guide to Formatting (An AO3 Repository) by @anisaanisa. I cannot tell you how excited I was to finally learn how to do coloured text in AO3 and so many other things! Geez just so happy for this resource.

UpComing Fests of Interest (okay to me):

H/D Kidfic Fest: Prompting is Sept 16th-29th.

H/D Owlpost 2023: Sign-ups Aug 18th - Sept 8th.

Harry Potter Rare Pair Fest IV (@hprarepairfest): Claiming now open!

Oh wow, I think I'm done! Have a great week and remember to have some fun in our lovely fandom!

Rom

[boydepartment]

Pizza Parlor- Lee Felix: Chapter 8.5

Description: Y/n is a stressed-out college student who has no idea what she is doing with her life. She is always wrapped up in nostalgia and her friends seem to know exactly what they're doing. Feeling insecure one night she decides to go on an old website. Club Penguin. Little does she know; she would encounter a certain penguin who was also having a rough night.

Stray Kids are idols, TXT is not.

Partial smau, mainly written.

Warnings for chapter 8.5: cursing!

WC- 50

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Song for Chapter 8.5: Scrawny - Wallows

Chapter 8.5: Happy Dance

Felix was truly over the moon, when you ended the call yesterday (well now a couple days ago??) saying you had to go on your trip to Seoul he almost threw up. BUT NOW he was over the moon. He gets to see you, her, Y/N, REALBOBFROMANIMALCROSSING, JOONSGF. He had to be prepared, like genuinely prepared. He saw the time on his phone, 12:43am. Quickly hopping out of bed he threw a pair of sweats on and a big jacket. He threw a beanie on over his now blond hair? Honestly, he didn’t know how that happened the staff just did it. Felix wasn’t complaining though.

He almost fell putting his shoes on and he rushed out, he had to be prepared, okay.

Wait, was this a date? Or just a meeting?

Shit he should’ve ASKED!

Okay either way, something nice right?

He walked out in the cold air and rushed to the nearest store that was open this late at night. He needed flowers, SHIT HE SHOULD MAKE BROWNIES! Quickly Felix grabbed whatever he needed. When he was done, he plopped it down on the counter, the cashier looked at him then sighed tiredly. Felix rushed home and quickly put water in a random bowl he could find then got the flowers situated.

Okay good, now time to bake. He was digging for the pans and then popped back up from behind the island.

                “Holy shit you scared me.” Minho said, “what the hell is going on?”

Felix’s silly little grin almost instantly gave it away, they all knew about this trip Y/n was so busy saving up for because Felix would complain about not getting to see her due to it.

                “Holy shit.” Minho said dumbfounded.

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Taglist is always open :) if I ever accidentally leave out a tag please just remind me. I have horrible goldfish memory.

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Author's note: Hi everyone! Thank you so much for the love this story has gotten recently!!! I have gotten a lot of love and comments and reblogs and I am just so happy everyone enjoys it! I pinky promise the next chapter is def gonna be good good!!! Heheheh!! I am going to try and finish the couple projects I mentioned yesterday this week, not the full blown fic but some of the little side series! That'll probably require another masterlist but idk we will cross that bridge when we get there.

Chapter 9 is completed it just has to be proof read and then I need to decide on some other things regarding this fic! Sorry that this .5 was so short, I had to fit something in for this hehe and I thought it was cute <3

Today is a slow college week so I will definitely have time to work on my projects here on Tumblr, I am so very excited to say the least.

I hope everyone is doing fantastic! Remember to eat and drink a lot of water! That is very important! If you can try to do some stretches! It feels really nice to stretch and crack lol

If any of you need anything my dms and ask box are always open <3

I love you!

[kuiinncedes]

but i want 'em all

@gleeadvent day 2: bonfire!

yeeee this is BARELY proofread and pretty quickly written and i will almost certainly read it again and edit later lmaoo i'm just writing and posting and hopefully it doesn't all suck 🤪

also idk how summer camp shit works i've never done it but that's what this is lmao so yeah

title from "lover" by taylor swift!!! ALso this is quinntina (we BACK BABY) but like lowkey highkey can be kinda read as minor quinntike as welllll 😈 idk but it happened i love it here 😌

word count 825

read under the cut or on ao3!! <3

Quinn squeaks in surprise as a weight lands on her back, almost knocking her over, and her hands come up instinctively to find themselves meeting and holding up a pair of legs that end in familiar combat boots.

“Tina!” she laughs, stumbling to regain her balance with another person suddenly attached to her. Mike, who she had been talking to, laughs and takes a step away from them. “We’re right by a fire!”

Tina giggles right by her ear. “Sorry! Was just excited to see you.” She hooks her chin over Quinn’s shoulder and kisses a spot by her ear. “How are you?”

“Better now that you’re here,” Quinn teases, knowing Tina will roll her eyes but love the cliché. She turns her head to press a slightly awkward kiss to Tina’s temple, some of both their hair in the way but she doesn’t care. “Missed you.”

Quinn feels the missed you, too in the way Tina holds onto her tighter, leans her head in closer. “I’m here,” Tina says. “Not leaving anytime soon.”

--

Quinn knows she’s being... lame, annoying, sad, pathetic, mopey -- you name it, Mike tells her as much and she scowls at him but secretly is grateful that he’s here; he knows she doesn’t need to be comforted or coddled, knows not to because while the leather and chains and cigarettes are long gone, the pink hair is still here and the combat boots are in the back of her closet.

It’s just -- the annual bonfire… sue her, but she’s sentimental. It’s special -- it’s where they first met when they were campers a long time ago, where they reconnected as counselors, where they know they will see each other again every year because getting everyone settled is always so hectic and busy and then they can just let it all go for a moment. This is the third summer out of the four they have before graduation, and Quinn knows Tina’s not gone, just away this summer, but it’s the whole summer and it just feels like too long since she’s gotten to talk to Tina, with her unpredictable service and her constant other activities all the way across the world, just not here at camp like she always is and not with Quinn which isn’t fair because she just misses her --

“You’re moping again, Fabray,” Mike jokes, nudging her with his shoulder.

Quinn leans her head on his shoulder and he kisses her head lightly. She focuses back on the bonfire, watches the sparks float into the night sky, lets Mike’s warmth and the energy of all the new and returning campers and counselors fill her up with undeniable happiness and excitement for the next few months. Being with Tina would just make it a hell of a lot better.

--

“Have you been avoiding me?” Tina asks, crossing her arms slightly but Quinn knows it’s her way of sort of hugging herself and fuck, she already knew this but she fucked up --

“Do you -- do you not want to do this?” Tina continues when Quinn can’t come up with an answer, her voice growing small at the end.

“No! No, I mean, I do -- sorry, I just -- ” She doesn’t know -- she just wants Tina’s hand in hers in the way she’s wanted to for so long and finally can do, and no one’s stopping her but herself, and she’s hurting Tina too --

Tina sees what Quinn can’t put into words and her eyes soften, she pulls Quinn gently over to the edge of the field. There’s only a dim orange glow from the fire at this distance.

“It’s just us, okay?” Tina says softly, offering her hand between them and Quinn interlaces their fingers, finally. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I just… got nervous, I guess. It’s been a long year.” A weird year; Quinn feels like she’s just finally finding her way back from it all.

Tina smiles softly. “We don’t have to tell anyone if you don’t want to.”

“But -- you want to -- ”

“I want you,” Tina says. “I don’t care about them.”

“You are -- fuck -- ” Quinn says breathlessly. Tina grins wider and pulls her close, brushing her fingers through slightly pink hair as Quinn wraps her arms tighter around her.

“I’m sorry for avoiding you.”

“It’s okay. Whenever you’re ready.”

--

Quinn didn’t know if she’d be here, but sure enough, from across the fire, she sees her, talking to Kurt who Quinn also didn’t know would be here, how has she failed so badly at keeping up with these people, it’s been so long since they were all here as campers --

Tina laughs at something Kurt says, the wide open-mouthed laugh that Quinn still remembers, that throws her whole body forward and her head back and she turns toward the fire and meets Quinn’s eyes.

Quinn grins -- Tina’s huge smile has always been infectious -- and waves slightly. Tina’s eyes widen in surprise, and she waves back, smile growing impossibly wider.

[arent-i-the-fairest]

Idia with an s/o who used to stalk him (not in a perverted way) before they started dating bc they wanted to befriend him but was too afraid to approach him pls?

#𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲

author’s note : a non-perverse stalker, what an oxymoron lol— but i did my best to write it here! hope you enjoy~!! ( ＾∇＾）

cw : stalking

idia remembers the day you two started dating— which was also the day ortho revealed all the things you did to get to this point. (not knowing you didn’t want him to.) and idia was absolutely speechless— like, how does he react to this information?? does he… does he thank you for all the effort you went through? run for the hills?? thank you then run?

well, over anything, he is baffled. baffled that you went to the lengths you did just to try getting to know him. the biggest reason being because, well, it’s you— like, the coolest person in the school. you’re mx. magicless person that came from another world that also took down several overblots.

—he’d think you, of all people, would be able to just walk up to a loser like him and ask for his number with no problem. but ends up you were afraid of him. him. idia shroud.

(well, having someone intimidated by him… it’s not a first or anything— far from it, in fact— but still! he’s surprised.)

but anyways, it’s oddly amusing for him to hear all the shenanigans you got into before you two started dating. let’s take a look at a few of them, shall we?

one of the things you used to do was constantly look through his magicam— so you were always checking to see if he posted anything new, rereading his old posts, so on and so forth.

grim watched you scrolling from over your shoulder. “and just what are you trying to gather from reading all of his posts?” he asked.

“his likes, dislikes— stuff like that. he posts a lot about them, and is so passionate about them too! for example he loves this one idol group, premo— and this anime, attack on…” grim started tuning your voice out, sleepy.

“you…” he yawned, crawling up up your lap. “sound crazy— MRRAH?!” he hissed as you suddenly stood up, starting to pace back and forth around the room. “damn it..” you muttered.

“henchman?”

“I ACCIDENTALLY LIKED SOME RANDOM POST HE MADE 6 MONTHS AGO—”

you would often try and send your friends to go and ask idia questions, and they were… not the most enthusiastic about the idea of being your errand boy, to say the least. but hey, you gave them good rewards, so they all caved in at the end.

“so, you want me to run to ignihyde just to ask idia what his favorite food is?” ace asked, squinting his eyes.

you nodded. “correct.” “pfft— no way, you can do it by yourself, you’re a big kid!” he scoffed, walking away. “ace, come back! you know i can’t, i don’t even know how to approach him! do this for me and you get to copy off my homework for every day the next week!”

ace stopped in his tracks and turned right around. “ohoho— sold!” he laughed as he started running towards the dorm.

there were some times where you wanted to drop this whole scheme— several, in fact. because, well, this is weird. so you’d try and talk to him face to face, like normal people would— you had a pretty good chance of having a good, smooth conversation too, since you had the advantage of knowing what he likes and doesn’t like! —but still, every attempt failed since you ended up getting cold feet.

thanks to reading through idia’s posts, you felt prepared to talk to him. extra prepared, actually, since you brought something that he’s had his eye on— a manga, which he posted about wanting yesterday. that you went out of your way to find and purchase.

manga in hand, you approached idia’s room, but stopped halfway. did you really have the confidence for this?

on the other side of the door— idia looked at his younger brother, who suddenly seemed alert. “idia, i’m detecting someone else is super near— they’re right outside your door!” “WHAT”

hearing all the commotion, you were tipped over the edge and ended up running away. womp womp~

this whole thing was kind of a wild journey for you, one you don’t quite know if you enjoyed or not— but hey, you got your man now.

[httpknjoon]

small world | pjm

plot | You attended a relative’s wedding with your child as the ring bearer. Unbeknownst to you, someone estranged is also showing up at the said wedding. Leading to a disclosure of a longtime secret.

words | 4.5k

genres | oneshot, fluff, (major?) angst

pairing | jimin x single mom!reader

warnings |  language, alcohol, mentions of sex, vomitting, abortion

author’s note  | i watched mamma mia (again) yesterday and thought of this plot. it can be crack, fluff, angst. in that order lol. i was carried away in the last part. but it’s the same universe as (re)starting over again. also, unedited. forgive me with some errors. anyways, let me know your thoughts. enjoy reading!

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“Mama, it’s too tight.”

Jihoon, your son, tugged in the hem of your white, cotton robe repeatedly. The make up artist stopped from putting on your eyeshadow so you can give your attention to Jihoon. Looking at him, he was visibly uneasy with the suspenders on his shoulders. You can’t help but too giggle with how cute he was.

“Who fixed it for you, bubba?” you asked him while you set up the straps more loose.

“Mima did.” your son pouted.

You looked at your mom, who’s busy with talking with your other aunts, unaware that her grandchild complains to you.

“There, bubba. You look handsome!” you told him in a enthusiastic tone.

“Thank you, Mama.” he shows you his toothy smile with his eyes almost closing. “I’ll go play with Nini.”

You nodded before he ran back to the other kids in the event. You sat back in the make up chair and just let the artist do the work. 

It’s your Jisoo’s, your favorite cousin’s, wedding. You two practically grew up together. You even consider each other as siblings since both of you are only child. She asked you to be her maid of honor months ago while Jihoon as the ring bearer. Of course, you agreed with no second thoughts. The wedding was delayed for a month after some happenings. So, it was a really exciting day for everyone. Especially for your well knitted family.

“You’re done.” the artist spoke after spraying a setting spray on your face.

“Thank you.”

You then walked to your mom, who’s still chatting with your aunt. “Mom, can you keep an eye on Jihoon? I’ll just change to my gown.”

“Sure, honey.”

You trusted her small smile and walk to your designated room. Jisoo and her fiance, Namjoon, rented a whole events place to do their marriage ceremony, which includes many rooms to prepare at. With other bridesmaids, you helped each one with wearing your gowns. All the zip ups and tying the ribbons. The bridesmaid wore a pastel blue, column gown. While Jisoo made you wore a same color but with off shouldered gown intentionally to make you stand out as a maid of honor. You have the same bouquet of flowers.

“Mama, you look pretty!” Jihoon ran to you after you and the other bridesmaid went out to have a photoshoot.

“Thank you, bubba. Now, stay with Mima. Mama just have to take some pictures, okay?” you told him and he nodded.

The photographer took a picture of you and the other bridesmaids first. Later on, he asked for you to call the bride. Jisoo was already wearing her whimsical wedding gown. You assisted her with the long trail of it until you reached the spot.

“You look pretty, Jiji.” you called her by her nickname.

You two stood up next to each other as the camera flashes in front of you. The photo shoot went by for half an hour before everyone was asked to prepare for the ceremony. It was an outdoor wedding. Guests are finally asked to take place on the prepared seats. While everyone who’s part of the ceremony line up were asked to ready. You will be the first one to walk while your five-year old son will be in the near end of the line.

“Do you remember what to do? We practiced it, right?” you asked him and Jihoon nodded keenly.

“Walk ahead. Not too fast, not too slow.”

“And?”

“Smile!” he answers, showing his smile again.

You kissed his forehead, “Very good. Smile for everyone, okay?”

“Yes, mama.”

You walked back to your line. Everyone will walk solo, except for the bridesmaids and groomsmen. There are four partners. You wondered why the groomsmen has not lined up yet. Until the piano began playing. You heard guys behind you, saying sorry to their dates for being late. You did not looked back as you began walking down the aisle. With confidence and grace, you strolled until you reached your seat. Still standing up, you watched the others walking.

Until you spotted someone familiar. You blinked once, you blinked twice. You unconsciously let out a silent gasp.

No, it can’t be. It’s him. Park Jimin.

What the hell is he doing here?

Jisoo is saying her vows to Namjoon with tears in her eyes. You tried to listen and just stay calm. But you can’t help but to take many peeks to the man meters away from you. He doesn’t seems to notice that you were here too. Your laps were bouncing up and down out of stress while your heart pounds almost out of your chest.

“Mama, I’m bored.”

You look down to Jihoon, who’s already sitting beside you. He was playing with your hands as soon as he sat. But the duration of the wedding is taking a toll in his small patience. You forced a smile to him, trying to ripped off the thoughts in your head.

“Just wait a little, bubba. Watch Aunt Jiji and Uncle Namjoon.” you told him, pulling him closer to you.

You breathe in and out, hoping that you will not end up in a same table with Jimin later at reception. You wished to be placed away from him as far as possible, not wanting to even have a small talk with him.

The thing is, Jimin was your ex boyfriend. It was only six months of dating from five years ago. You two broke up because of time conflicts. It was a mutual decision though. The breakup happened in good terms. But the incident follows was not really ideal. Plus, there was a big reason why you don’t want to stay near him and the reason is beside you right now. Jihoon. That short relationship you two had resulted to this chubby little kid that you loved and cared for the most. And you never told Jimin anything about it.

“You may now kiss the bride.”

Everyone stood up and clapped for the newly wedded couple. Focus on the wedding, Y/N. you thought to yourself. Then, you eyed on Jihoon, who’s covering his eyes with his small hands while the couple kissed. Just a couple of minutes later, guests were asked to go to the reception venue. You knelt down to Jehu, equal to his eye level.

“Bubba, Mama will just help Aunt Jiji. Can you go with Mima to the foods?” you asked him.

His mono lidded eyes suddenly widened, “Are we going to eat now?”

“Yes, bubba. Go to Mima and I’ll meet you in our table, okay?” 

He nodded and ran again. You shouted a single careful. The kid loves running everywhere. When you saw him already with your mom, you walked to Jisoo to help her with her gown. The couple is still taking photos. You never seen her this happy. Her eyes and nose crinkles almost every second. 

“Okay, the maid of honor and best man can join the shot.”

You stood beside Jisoo while Namjoon’s best man, his cousin, stood next to the groom. You whispered a simple congratulatory to your cousin and she softly beamed. After a few shots, you noticed that the bridesmaid and groomsmen are still there for their shots. From the perspective of your eyes, you know that he was looking at you. You bit your lower lip. You don’t want to look at him and spark a conversation. Just avoid him in the remaining time of the event.

“Bridesmaids and groomsmen, please stand next to them.” says the photographer.

You lost count of how many times the camera shutters until all of you can finally go to the reception area. It’s like your final job, to help Jisoo and her long trail of gown to arrive at the roofed venue with no struggles for the bride. Ten minutes later, you’re sitting in a table with your son and mom. Thankfully, it is away from the man you’re not looking forward to meet again.

“Mama, I want the chocolate.”

Jihoon points out to the chocolate fountain that was prepared for kids. Looking at it, you can see how messy it will be for your five-year old. Your mom gave him a marshmallow dipped in the chocolate earlier and there’s already spots of it on his white top. Also, having sweets in him made him more energetic with running everywhere.

“Please, mama.” he pouted with his appealing eyes.

You sighed, “Fine. But, let’s keep it clean. Alright? Don’t remove this in your clothes, okay? Just wipe your fingers with it.”

You tucked a table napkin cloth on his shirt, making it as a substitute bib. Your mom was busy eating and chattering up again with your relatives. So, you accompanied Jihoon to the fountain. You got him a plate for the marshmallows, bread sticks, and strawberries he wanted for the small bowl of chocolate.

“Jihoon, do you want to sit with us?” A little girl with pigtails walked to your son  while you were walking back to your seats. You recognized her as one of the flower girls.

“Where?”

“There.” the girl pointed to the kids’ table.

The table have toys and other things a child can enjoy with. It’s not messy since there’s an attendant who help the kids. You noticed Jihoon looking up to you, his silent way of asking permission. Of course, you’ll let him. The adult table is too boring for him anyways. Nini, the little girl, made Jihoon sat beside him. You placed the plate and bowl in front of him.

“Mama will be seating with Mima, okay?” you told him and he only gave you a nod, already engrossed with the toys.

You sat back to your seat, he’s still in your eyesight. Everyone in your table are already having their conversation while you kept your attention to Jihoon. Seeing him having fun made you smile. It calms your heart for a bit. You hoped for this day to be anything you wanted.

The fairy lights in the event were already lit up when the couples’ first dance happened. After that, everyone is already free to dance and have drinks in the bar. Your other cousins invited you to have the cocktails with them but you kindly declined. Just settling with the lemonade around the corner.

“I can’t drink. I have a kid to keep an eye on.” you quipped to one of them and they quickly understood.

You don’t drink when you have Jihoon with you. You know you do many stupefied things when you’re tipsy or drunk. It’s been years since you last had fun with an alcohol. After you had Jihoon, you stopped drinking. Just taking sips when you and you’re friends are hanging out. You just want to focus on doing what’s good for him and maybe for you too. Maybe if he gets a little older, you will drink again.

Now, you’re sat with your cousins, still keeping an eye on Jihoon in the kids’ area. They are talking about their careers and love lives. Yoonji, one of your cousins, noticed you being quiet.

“Ah, Y/N. Loosen up! Jihoon will be fine.”

Your other cousins joined in, asking you to have fun once in a while.

“Almost everyone here is family. No one will take him away from you.” Saeron joked.

You tried to laugh with them. But, you don’t really find it funny as you worried more and more with Jimin getting near to Jihoon or you. You saw him a while ago with his date in the bar, hoping that he did not noticed you. You’re still not ready to tell him about everything. You don’t even had plans. Considering you moved to another city after you knew you were pregnant, you thought that you will never see him again.

“Look, have a sip.” Yoonji handed you a glass of vodka. You were about to shake your head when she said, “Just a sip.”

You gave up and took a sip as she said. It feels like a burn sliding down your throat. They cheered to loud for your liking, even gaining side eyes and looks from other guests. It’s the first time for them to see you having alcohol again. Before you had Jihoon, you and your cousins used to bar hopping in every places you go to. You were almost the leader of that activity. According to your relatives, you are the untamed one. You liked partying and having fun. They are even more surprised that you finished college than the news that you got pregnant four months later. But everyone in the family accepted you nonetheless. They loved Jihoon and treated him as everyone’s baby since you’re the first one to have a kid. No one forced you to admit who’s the father. Not even your mom knows it’s one of the groomsmen. They never met him anyway. Not even Jisoo.

“You know what? I’ll got get you a drink while—”

Yoonji was about to stand up when you stopped her, “It’s okay. I can get my own.”

You stood up, leaving the table. They continued chatting again. As you go to the bar, the bartender looked at you. He was a witness of your cousins asking you to drink with them a while ago. It’s like he’s waiting for you to say your order.

“Nah, still lemonade. Give me one in a glass like the one with cocktails.” you told him, making him chuckle.

You were just tricking you cousins so that they can stop. Your eyes moved back to where your son was. Still playing with the others. Not long after, the bartender handed you your lemonade but in a same glass as the alcohol. He even added some features to make it look like one of the cocktails.

“Thanks.” you smiled to him.

You just decided to stay in the bar counter, sitting in one of its high chairs. For now, you’re just waiting for the event to finish. Everyone were having fun. Jisoo and Namjoon are still going around their guests. Your mom are with her sisters. Your baby is with his new found friends. While you just want to go back to your room and rest.

“It’s a small world, isn’t it?”

Fuck.

You immediately registered that voice. You gripped tighter on the glass you were holding. Your heart starts beating faster again. Slowly, you looked to your right.

“H-Hey.” you tried not to sound nervous. “You... You’re here?”

Jimin chuckles, “Yeah, I’m friends with Namjoon. I actually saw you while taking pictures earlier.”

Me too.

“R-Really?” you can’t stop stuttering out of worry. You tried to take a glimpse of your son. Fortunately, he’s still busy with his friends.

“Yeah. It’s been a long time since I saw you.” Jimin told you in a friendly way. Like nothing happened when you last interacted. “I saw you’re the maid of honor, huh?”

Fuck, it’s small talk. It reminds you of the first time you met. You forgot how time quickly passed by when you two began talking back in that bar.

“Jisoo is my cousin.” you replied with a tight smile. You kept looking behind you to check on Jihoon, hoping that he will not go to you now.

“Is the seat taken?” Jimin points out to the vacant chair beside you.

You shake your head. You don’t know what he wants but you don’t want to make everything awkward or weird towards him. You just wish that he will talk to you shortly or you will have a reason to leave.

“Y/N, about that night...” Jimin was careful with his words and you can feel it because you know what night was he pertaining to.

You let out an awkward chuckle, “Oh, let’s just forget about it.”

It was a fucking one night stand after we broke up and I don’t want to talk about it.

“I know that it has been years. But, I feel sorry for making you on your own in the morning.” He spoke gently.

Oh, yeah. You had your own walk of shame in his shared apartment with his best friend, Taehyung, that you barely knew. Jimin was nowhere to be found when you woke up. You had to ask his best friend where he was, who also don’t know where he was. It took you a few days before you cut off any connections with Jimin. Even a couple of months later when you learned that you were pregnant.

“It’s fine.”

You finally looked at him and his sorry eyes. You hate how Jihoon got almost every features of his face. Especially his unique eyes and plump, pink lips. You had the baby in you for nine months. But it ended up looking like his father. But you don’t hate Jimin. You don’t blame him with any of this entanglement you’re in right now. It was your choices that led you to this.

“Mama.”

Your eyes immediately widened as you heard that small voice. You looked back and your son is looking at you with urgency.

“I have to pee.”

You looked at Jimin who seemed surprised too with the arrival of the little kid. Ignoring him, you stood up and held Jihoon’s hand, ready to leave. “Okay, let’s go to the restroom.”

“I don’t want to go to the girls’ restroom, Mama!” he stomped his foot. “Nini told me that I can’t go there.”

Your eyebrows scrunched. In all times he can get a bad mood, why now? you asked yourself. You sighed and stayed calm, “But, bubba, you’ll have me. We can go together.”

“No!”  He’s one step to throwing a tantrum.

“Bubba, Mama can’t go in the boys’ rest—”

“I can go with him.”

You looked back, Jimin already stood up with a smile and ready to go with you. Your little boy immediately trusted him and held Jimin’s hand, letting go from yours.

“Let’s go, please.” Jihoon pleaded.

Jimin led the way to the restroom. You just followed behind with an apprehensive look. At the same time, the scene in front of you warms your heart. Seeing him holding his son’s hand for the first time made you reflect on what you have done. As you wait outside the door, you exhaled. Guilt slowly eats up your whole body. For the first time in five years, you thought of doing something that you should have done years ago.

“What will you say to him, Jihoon?” 

After having his relief, you carried Jihoon on your way back to the reception area. His hands were still damp from washing it.

“Thank you.” Jihoon said with a smile that have a big resemblance to the man beside you.

Jimin has been quiet when they got out the restroom. It makes you feel nervous. But he then gave a small smile to your son as he ruffles his hair, 

“Your welcome, buddy.”

As you reached the doors to the venue, you put Jihoon down. You walked him back to the kids’ table. While Jimin just follows you.

“Bubba, Mama will just talk to someone. Go to Mima if you need something, okay?” you told him.

Jihoon nodded before playing with his friends again. You and Jimin walked outside the reception, away from the loud music and people. It was like an unspoken chat after Jimin and Jihoon went out the rest room. He looked at you in a certain way. You can’t tell if he’s angry, sad, or even shocked.

In the veranda of one of the small houses in the event place, it’s the one where your designated room were, you and Jimin stayed. It was silent, only the blows of the breezy wind can be heard. Plus, the distant noise from the main event. Jimin leaned his arms on one of the railings as he looks out the place. You remained in a safe space beside him, darting glances on him every minute.

“Jihoon, huh?” he suddenly spoke, not even looking at you. 

You did not answer, it felt like something’s stuck in your throat. By the way he sounds, it’s like he was in sad amusement feeling.

“You have a nice kid.”  he added. “He told me a lot in the short time back in the rest room. He likes the chocolate back there. Also, the girl his playing with. He said he just started going to school this year.”

Finally, you tried to respond, “Y-Yep, I just enrolled him—”

“He told me he’s five.”

Jimin turned to you, he faces you with a mixed expression. Now, you can see the hurt and fury in his eyes. He already knows. Of course, he does. It’s an easy math. You felt frozen in your position as thoughts popped in your head. You tried to look at him straight in his eyes but you ended up looking away.

“We last saw each other five years ago. We slept together five years ago.” he put stress in some words he said, frustration showing up. 

He took a step closer to you while you remained pinned in your place. The guilt, fear, and sadness were all adding up in your system. You felt like throwing up.

“I-I...” you got nothing to say.

“Is... he mine?” he asked, almost breathless.

You gulped the biggest lump you felt in your throat and gathered all the courage you had to look him in the eye, “Y-Yes.”

You see his knuckles turning white as he clutched tighter on the railings. He turned his head down and seconds later, you can hear him sobbing. You don’t know if you should calm and touch him.

“I’m sorry.”  

Jimin looked up with his tear-stained cheeks. You can’t help but to see the similarities of him and Jihoon. Whenever your son cried about a toy or something else, he have the same red, pouty lips and flushed cheeks.

“You know, I-I saw you in a supermarket like three years ago. You... You were pushing a cart by the d-dairy aisle. T-Then I saw you with a t-toddler. J-Jihoon.” he saw sobbing in between his story. “I-I was happy for y-you since I know t-that you’re happy by the way you p-play peek a boo and laughed with him.”

You were just quiet as he tell his story. Your vision was beginning to blur with tears forming by your eyes.  You looked away as you immediately wiped your tears.

“I... I know it was shitty to be gone so suddenly after we had sex although we already broke up . And I am so sorry for that. But, do you have to hide him from me this long? Or did you even thought of telling me?”

That’s where a fire sparked in you. Your jaw clenched as your eyebrows lowered. You said through your gritted teeth, “I had my reason.”

“Then, what is it, Y/N?” he sounded like he’s challenging you.

You did not take time to lessen the anger in you and just answered, 

“You made me feel unwanted. We had a break up and then we met by the bar just two days later. Next thing I know we were having the best sex of our lives. Then, in the morning, I wake up with no one beside me. Realizing it all now, I know I shouldn’t have expected something when you asked me to go to the bar with you. Maybe I shouldn’t have expected for us to happen again. Because clearly, you liked me for something else. In conclusion, you fucking made me feel used.”

“I... I did not like you for sex.” Jimin said in disbelief. “My mind was a mess that time. We already broke up and I don’t know what to say.”

“Well, sorry. Clearly, I am not a mind reader who can know your thoughts.” your sarcasm was over the roof when you’re mad. “I waited for days because there’s still this tiny hope in me. Because I know you’re not that low, Jimin. I know that you are a great person and ghosting people is not your thing. But you were in dead silence for days! You should have called or even texted me. There’s fucking social media.”

Jimin was already looking down and you can feel that every weight you had on you for years were slowly lifting up. You let out a big, heavy sigh as tears scroll down your cheeks. Thank God the makeup was all waterproof.

“You made me feel unwanted and I don’t want that to happen with my baby too.” You cried. “I got scared of telling you because I had this ideas that maybe you will just deny us or push us away. Maybe you will be scared too and tell me things that I would never want to hear. Like, give him up.”

You teared up and Jimin now eyed you with more care, “I... I wouldn’t say that. Never.”

“But I don’t know that, Jimin. It was a crazy world in here.” you pointed in your head with a sad chuckle. “I thought of things so much and I let that turn into fears and I am so, so sorry.”

You poured all the sincerity in you as you apologized to him, hoping that it will somehow made everything lighter. 

“I had so many doubts when I learned I am pregnant. One of those was you. But tonight, when I saw you with Jihoon, even for that short interaction, I knew I was wrong. I realized that I robbed you and especially my child for having a father in his life.”

It hit you like a truck when you fully realized everything. You know how hard it is growing up without a father. You experience it yourself. You began crying hysterically and Jimin did not stop himself from hugging you.

“What kind of mother am I?” you sobbed on his chest. “I’m a bad mo—”

“Shhh... Shhh...” Jimin hushed you as he strokes your back. “Jihoon grew well in five years. He is respectful, nice, and fun. You did well in raising him alone.”

You cried more as you listen to his praises. There a little part of you who’s saying that you don’t deserve this from him, considering on what you did. But a huge part of you calms down with his soft voice and gentle touch. Slowly, he caresses your cheeks and made you look at him.

“You’re an amazing mother. Don’t take that away from yourself. Okay?”

You don’t know if it’s just the tiredness you feels or the soft feeling of his touch made you rest your head in his palm. You felt a heavy weight got off your chest now.

“Thank you, Jimin. I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry too, Y/N.”

You closed your eyes as he leaned it. It’s amazing how his touch relaxes your mind. He placed a peck on your forehead before hugging you again. It lasted for a few minutes until he let go of you. You two decided to get a glass of water for each of you inside the empty house that you stayed at.

“If it’s okay, can we do a schedule or something so I can get to know him?” Jimin asked after drinking his water.

“Sure.” you smiled at him. “I’m sure that Jihoon will be happy to know you too.”

a/n: not gonna lie, teared up there a little.

[cr0wbonezz-wr1ting-inc]

“This is my boyfriend!”

Request: So uh, this is probably going to be oddly specific and I’m sorry for that but dating Karl and being part of SBI how would they all react? I just really love Karl 👉🏻👈🏻~For-Memories-Sacrifice

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Summary: how the sleepy bois would react to karl being your boyfriend~♡ (gender neutral + in-game au)

Author’s note: YESSS SBI TIME BABY!! i love this request sm i- ahhhhh (´Д｀。) - enjoy, one of my favorite mutuals <3

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Philza:

- when he heard you had a boyfriend he was ready to own up to his title as ‘angel of death’

- you immediately started talking about how he isn’t a bad person and you just have to meet him

- the sheer thought of his kid having a boyfriend was just unimaginable

- when he opened the door and saw karl next to you a week after you told him, his cold demeanor made a chill run down karl’s spine 

- the 3 of you sat on the couch, you holding karl’s hand and phil looking at both of you with dull, almost dead eyes

- “hello, sir-”

- “don’t call me sir, my name is phil”

- he sounded kind of tense in a way

- he was still unsure of the fellow in front of him

- but his worries quickly washed away when he saw just how happy you were telling him all about your new boyfriend

- how your eyes light up when you spoke about your picknick date last week

- his face turning from dull to delighted

- it was a huge relief (more so to karl than to you)

- he still keeps an eye out, though (it’s the parental worrying in him lol)

Technoblade:

- "___, there's no way in hell you are going to have a boyfriend when will and dad are around."

- he doesn't really care that you have a boyfriend

- he does give karl a "breathe the wrong way and you're dead" speech

- but other than that he's really chill

- one time he walked in on you and karl making out on the couch and just kinda

- walked backwards

- he's never going to get that image out of his head

- most of the time he's just making sure that will doesn't slaughter karl

- techno knows that karl wouldn't dare to hurt you while he was around

- so he had nothing to worry about

- the only time he actually got protective over you is when you were crying in your room

- when he heard a sob come from your room he walked in and asked what happened

- "well, karl-"

- he didn't listen after those two escaped your mouth

- he was ready to rip his limbs off

- the voices are asking for blood and he's willing to give it to them-

- "-isn't that sweet?"

- he looks down and sees a small jewel in the palm of your hand

- "oh."

- "he dropped off this pretty necklace yesterday evening"

- "good"

- certified cool brother

Wilbur:

- doesn’t believe you at first

- you? a boyfried? really?

- but that all changed quickly

- he wanted to ask you for a book he let you borrow a while ago and walked into the room

- “___, do you still have my-”

- he saw you sitting in karl’s lap, smiling while he talked

- queue intense staring between him and karl

- “do you need anything, will?” you said, breaking the silence

- “no”

- he closes the door and plans murder <3

- genuinely shocked

- when karl leaves for the day will is waiting for him outside

- basically threatens him that if you ever get hurt because of him he’ll decapitate him

- karl just replies with “y-yes, sir! of course!”

- you two don't go to your place for like 2 weeks

Tommyinnit:

- tommy does not like karl at first

- pretty sure tommy bit him once

- not very hard (although he'd like you to believe it was)

- just enough to make an impact

- glares from across the table

- him and wilbur have definitely hunted karl once

- well, they tried

- but techno stopped them before they could do anything

- most of his and karl's interactions are something like this

- "hi, tommy-"

- "you're a bitch, karl."

- after a while of knowing him he slowly changed his opinion on the man

- he started to like him more and kind of started to see him as a brother

- sometimes tommy asks about his travels

- he doesn't know that karl is a timetraveler, only that he sometimes leaves for a couple days

- karl is really good at coming up with stories about places and people he "met"

- there have been times where tommy just fell asleep listening to karl's stories

- you melt everytime it happens

Bonus!

Ghostbur:

- ghostbur is so sweet

- he really likes karl and they get along great

- ghostbur talks about his experience being a ghost and all the stuff he's pulled with his family

- karl talks about the timetravels he went to recently

- ghostbur is absolutely starstruck over all the stories karl tells him

- he loves hearing about them and asked him if he wanted company on his next trip, fully aware he couldn't

- because, you know, he's a ghost

- you sometimes ask karl if he'd rather be ghostbur's boyfriend instead of yours

- "no no no, ___! i woudn't trade you for the world!"

- accompanied with a bunch of kisses

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Thank you for reading! Remember to eat something today ♡

m.list

[darling-i-read-it]

Our Life

Kaz Brekker x fem!reader

(Kaz and the crows are aged up to their early 20’s)

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: insecurity, jealousy, touch aversion, nausea,

Author’s Note: I really liked how this turned out. I think Kaz opening up is such a subtle little bit and I was proud with how I did it all. I hope you enjoy it love, thank you for the kind compliments I’ve been thinking about it all day lol

Requested: by anon, Hello! I read some of your Kaz fics today and really loved it, your writing is great and you really understood the character and how he was made which makes your stories only more real! Anyway I was wondering if you could write something with kaz feeling very jealous and insecure because he knows he can’t give what a “normal” person could give to their lover, especially after seeing reader close to someone (like joking with Jesper or maybe hugging a friend, etc...) but reader understands and comforts him when she sees it’s upsetting him a lot and it’s very fluffy...in their own way lol but that’s what makes them such a special couple! Of course feel free to change things if it’s easier for you and no pressure if it doesn’t inspire you! 🤍✨

Summary: the request

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

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The day Kaz realized he loved you was a day he would never forget. He remembered it like it was yesterday. You were leaning over the edge of the boat, looking down at the water. You had a smile on your face, pointing down at the thing in the water you had seen. He remembers wondering how on Earth the life you led hadn’t stolen that smile. It had stolen his. He was sure he never actually developed the smile.

But there you were, still becoming amazed at the simple things in life.

He loved you for it.

It was you who told him you loved him. It amazed him. You loved him? You could have anyone in the world and you had chosen him to love. He had seen many things before but that surprised him more than most.

Now the two of you were in some sort of pleasant limbo. You knew you loved each other. But that was the only conversation that had been had about it.

You sat in the crow club. You often came there, not just because you worked with Kaz but because you had friends that were there. You sat on the bar stool, twisting back and forth while you chatted with the bartender.

“Just one more please. I have to get out of here soon,” you said. You started to pull out some kruge but she shook her head.

“This one’s on the house.”

“Oh?”

“Just remember to mention it to Kaz,” she said, winking. You rolled your eyes but accepted the drink anyway. “How is that going by the way?” You shook your head gently.

“You know I won’t talk about Kaz’s emotions,” you told her. You did it to protect him. If word got out he had emotions then who knows what his foes would do. You’d probably be dead by dawn.

“Oh come on,” she said. You shook your head, taking a small sip of your glass.

“Nope. You’re getting nothing out of me.”

“Does he wear the gloves to bed?” You rolled your eyes, laughing a bit.

Kaz watched from across the room. He didn’t know what you were laughing at but he suddenly felt a pit in his stomach. He pursed his lips, his hands tightening around his cane. The bartender leaned over the counter and you laughed a bit louder at whatever she had said. She nudged you with her hand and you giggled a bit, nudging her back as you stood up.

He looked away. He shouldn’t have been staring. He looked down at his gloved hands and wondered a bit about you. He hadn’t even asked you what you wanted. You of course knew that he wasn’t able to touch you. He had told you bits about Jordie and how he got to Kerch. But he couldn't help that pit in his stomach. He was unable to give you a regular relationship. He couldn’t give you the kind of relationship where you could gossip with friends. He couldn’t kiss you before you went to bed. He couldn’t brush his hands on your cheek.

He was so in his own head he didn’t even notice you walking up to him.

“Kaz?” you asked. He looked up quickly and cleared his throat. “Are you alright?”

“Yes,” he said quickly. “Are you ready to go?”

“Yeah. Come along.”

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The thoughts had been bothering Kaz for days. He was very good at hiding his emotions but you could tell something was up. You were standing beside Jesper as he gambled, cheering him on and managing his money. Kaz was sitting with Inej, trying to ignore your hands on Jesper’s shoulders. He didn’t think you were going to leave him for Jesper of course but just the thought of him having something that Kaz didn’t made him annoyed.

Inej was giving him looks.

“You know you could talk to her. She can take whatever you want to say,” she said.

“Are you going to give me another proverb to go by?” he asked curtly. She rolled her eyes.

“Maybe you need one,” she said, head high. He glanced over at her and then looked back at you. You patted Jesper’s arm excitedly as he put a card down. There was a look of anticipation on your face and then something happened on the table Kaz couldn’t see. You raised your arms in the air, an elated look on your face. Jesper stood up, wrapping his arms tightly around you. He lifted you up into the air, twirling around. Kaz’s jaw tightened. Inej’s eyes glanced between you and him. She leaned forward. “If you don’t talk to her, you’ll feel like that forever.”

He wished she wasn’t right. Your eyes landed on Kaz and you weaved through the crowd, rushing up to himi. You stopped before you grabbed him, the smile on your face bright.

“Jesper won a bunch of money!” you said happily.

“Go make sure he doesn’t lose it,” he told you. You nodded and turned around back to Jesper. Inej glared at him. “I’ll do it tonight. Stop glowering Wraith.”

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You and Kaz were in your shared home. You brushed through your hair a bit, looking at yourself in the mirror. You looked about as exhausted as you felt. You looked at Kaz in the mirror as he stood behind you, a foot away from your chair. His face looked worried. You were immediately worried.

You turned around quickly.

“What? Is everything okay?” He nodded quickly.

“Yes. Well...yes, everything's fine.” You furrowed your brows and stood up.

“What is it? You’ve been acting weird for a couple of days. Just out with it.” You were worried he was going to break off whatever it was the two of you had. You had been so happy with it but you could tell something about it was off for him. You felt a pit of worry in your stomach begin to grow as he stumbled on his words.

“I..well I..I’m not good at expressing emotion.”

“I know. It’s alright, take your time.” He met your eyes, trying to put up the guard that he was so good at keeping up. If he could just take the emotions out of his words he could say them.

“Are you sure you want to be with me?” he asked, voice monotone. He could see the surprise on your face. That wasn’t what you were expecting.

“Yes.”

“Even if I can’t touch you? Can’t kiss you every day? Can’t lay with you? Even if you can’t tell all your friends about me? Even if I can never give you the normal life that you deserve?” He sounded angry. Angry at himself. Angry at the situation. Angry at the way he was built.

You were caught extremely off guard. You walked up to him and stopped before touching him. You were only a foot apart.

“Kaz Brekker,” you chastised. “Of course I want to be with you. I don’t care that you can’t do all those things. If I did I wouldn’t love you like I do. I never wanted a normal life. I wanted a life with you,” you said softly. His front slipped a bit and you saw that child that was still hidden deep within him. You put your arm carefully on his shoulder and squeezed. He nodded curtly, letting your words settle in.

“I see you touch others. I’m sorry you can’t touch me like you touch Jesper.” You shook your head.

“Jesper isn’t you. I don’t love Jesper. I love you Kaz.” He took a deep breath and nodded. The tension in the room had risen a bit and he couldn’t help it. Before he backed out he kissed you softly. It was brief but the passion was there. You smiled when he pulled away.

“I love you too,” he said, his voice barely audible. You nodded and grabbed his gloved hand, squeezing it before dropping it again.

“I’m perfectly happy with our lives, however chaotic and odd it may be. It’s still ours.” He nodded. You had managed to make him feel better about it. You watched his eyes as he calmed down a bit.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Just like that he was back. Boastful, confident Kaz.

“Perfect.”

"Now come on. I stole a novel today I think you'll rather like."

[stockholmdolly]

Thank you for loving ME IV

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x reader (Modern Au)

Warnings: Bucky, Natasha being a lazy bitch

Word count: 4,439

Summary: Two people with nothing in common, one is a socially awkward Y/AGE years old who lives a content life, no friends and definitely no complications; the other one is a man running from his past, avoiding friendships and relationships for fear to being hurt again. They’ve been living next door to each other for 6 months and know nothing about the other, well, except her, who knows all about his sexcapades. But life has a funny way of sneaking up on you. Who would’ve thought, it figures.

Author’s note: Hello fanfiction world, it is me! Stockholm Dolly. I’m sorry I don’t know what I am doing hahaha, I know Bruce wouldn’t be that gullible but for this he is, he wants his baby to be protected at all costs and the reader is naive, really naive and before someone tell me it isn’t real, I based the character on someone I know… Happy reading solecitos. English is my 4th language and all mistakes are my own confused mind lol

Catch up HERE:  I     II     III

IV. We have a DEAL

The commute to work was short. I keep thinking about James, there’s no denying he’s terribly handsome, but looks can't be all you have to give in a relationship, wait, relationship? Why am I thinking about a relationship with James, I barely know him, get your mind out of the gutter Y/N, this is ridiculous. We need to focus on moving on with our lives, dad would be really disappointed if something happened. 

I arrived Wayne, Inc., I’m not a big deal here, mainly because no one knows I’m the boss’s daughter, I’m just another intern who works as dad’s PA, he has a PA so I’m the PA's PA, yeah, that can be confusing.

Natasha, the PA is a bitch, she thinks she’s better than everyone and she's always flirting with dad and she got jealous because I have this position, I remember the first meeting I had with her like it was yesterday.

- Natasha, come in, this is our new intern, she’s going to work with you, lightening your workload, I know you have a lot on your plate with wedding planning so I think this will be a win-win for both of you, she can get experience and maybe take your position when you are on your well deserve 2-month honeymoon.

She was looking at me with murderous eyes, if looks could kill I would probably be in a quarry tied to a rope underwater. I didn’t want her job, dad was right I just needed experience, I signed up for online business courses and dad wanted to show me the real deal because he was planning to retire in a couple of years.  So no, I didn’t want her job because I was going to be her boss in the future.

- Hi, I’m Y/N, nice to meet you, Natasha. I said it as politely as I could.

- Hello, nice to meet you, if it’s all sir I can take her with me to show her around and start working.

- Yes, yes, of course Natasha, go ahead. Dad gave me a wink that didn’t go unnoticed by her, because the moment we set foot on her desk she almost jumped on me.

- Listen here bitch, I don’t care from what hole you came out or who you had to fuck to get here, but I’ve been working my ass off for months and you’re not going to come here to ruin everything. 

- I’m sorry ma’am, I just want to gain experience. I'm studying business online and I…

- I don’t care what you are doing, pathetic, online, you couldn’t even go to college like a normal person, you must be really dumb.

- I..I’m sorry, I don’t 

- Stop, come on, let me show you around before Bruce knows you are being a nuisance.

After that all went downhill, she’s still a bitch to me, I do all of her work and she just stays in her office planning her wedding or talking to her fiancé. Of course, my dad knows nothing about this, I don’t want to burden him with this nonsense, I can do it, so there’s no need, besides I don’t want to think about what Natasha would do if she knew I told the boss or if she finds out Bruce is my dad. 

Then I saw dad going out of his office with his face hardened, jaw clenched, looking really pissed, must have been a really bad meeting. 

- Y/N, can you come to my office for a moment please, my dad said.

- Of course, sir. 

I walked into the office, and my dad signaled to the chair for me to take a seat. 

- We have a problem monkey, he said showing me his last email, I started to read it and it was a person blackmailing dad to make public his secret relationship with someone younger than him. I was speechless. I've been Y/AGE years in this world and no one has ever seen us together or discovered anything. The only people who know are our inner circle, Alfred, Lucius, John, Gordon, Diana and Clark. My friends abandoned me a long time ago, things happen and not everybody is cut out to take care of people, it's okay, I understand them.

- I, how? Did you guys try to trace the IP address? 

- Yeah, it’s somewhere in Iceland, Lucius is still investigating but John and Gordon said they must have used a VPN. Haven’t you seen anyone following you or have you noticed something different at home?

Now, that was a tricky question, if I told dad about my adventure with James, things could get messy and he totally would blame him for this, there's no way James could have done it, I was with him pretty much the whole time and he only woke up to go to the bathroom. So, lying it is. 

- No dad, everything has been the same at home. You know I have no friends and I don’t like to go out. What do they ask for, money? 

- Yeah, I talked to the team and they think it’s wise to give them the money to track them down better or to shut them up. 

- Ok, that’s good, if you think this is the best option, I don’t see why not to do it. 

- I just wanted you to know monkey, I don’t want to see you stress about it, I’ll fix it, you don’t need to do anything just if you see something out of place or someone is follows you, let me know immediately. They didn’t send any pictures but said they had proof. So, I’m sending the money right now and we’ll see how this goes. The team wanted to wait, but I’m not going to risk exposing you, they didn’t ask for much, so it doesn’t really matter, you’re more important to me than $200,000.

- Ok, dad, don’t worry, I’m fine. If I see something weird, I will let you know. 

- Perfect, go back to work. How 's everything? Are you helping Natasha?

- Yes dad, she’s a great mentor. 

That was my cue to go back to my desk, my mind kept going over that email, I couldn’t honestly believe it after so much time and no one knew. Maybe it’s time to be open about it, we didn’t want to say anything because of me, but I’m fine now and I’m a grown woman, I’m going to talk to dad about it this weekend, see how it goes. The rest of the day passed like a blur, mainly because I was super busy doing Natasha’s work. She went to lunch with her accounting friends an hour ago, so I guess she won't come back. 

I came home mentally tired, of course, dad told me not to worry about the email, but that feeling of having someone watching your every move freaks me out. I was about to walk into my home when the door next to mine opened and there was James, looking quite rested and not hungover. 

- Hey Y/N, how was work? 

 - Umm, hi James, work was good, same ol’, how are you? god, can we skip the awkward intro, I want to go to bed. 

- I feel fantastic, I could rest and send a lot of job applications. Today was productive to say the least. 

- That’s great

- I was wondering if you wanted to have dinner with me as a thank you for everything you did except knocking me out with the frying pan. 

Did I hear James inviting me to dinner with him? Like a date? No, this can’t be a date, he’s a manwhore and he doesn't date and I’m…wait, I’ve been quiet a lot of time, Y/N get out of your head and say no, just two little letters N - O, and get on with your life.

 - Ha ha ha, would you ever let that go? I’m sorry, I’m a woman living by alone in a big city, you can’t be too sure. It's really not necessary, you would have done the same, we are neighbors. 

- Come on, just this time, please? 

- Okay, just for a while, because I need my beauty sleep. 

Honestly, I didn’t know what I was doing, for some reason I was attracted to him and not because of his looks, I have a big flaw, well, more than one, but the one that is clearly bigger is…I like fixing people, it’s like my thing, I never care if they are good to me or for me or not, I just see a lost soul and feel the need to take care of them and James was the living example of my need to do something for him, that’s why I accepted his offer to dinner.

BUCKY’S POV

She seemed reluctant to accept my offer for dinner, but it didn't take long to convince her to accept, earlier I sent the email to Wayne, Inc. asking for money in exchange for my silence about the relationship with Bruce and some Y/DESCRIPTION woman, obviously giving a really detailed description of Y/N, do I feel bad about it? Not really, I’m thinking about my mom and how much money I need to get to help her with her treatment.

She walks into my house shyly. I've never seen her outside of her home. I ordered two pizzas and pasta, then offered her a beer, but she politely declined, damn, I guess my plan of getting her a little drunk so she'll talk is out of the question. 

- So, the food must be here in a bit. Come, we can wait in the living room. 

- Okay. 

- So, how was work? 

- It was great, I mean it’s not work work, I’m an intern at Wayne, Inc. I'm getting experience for later. My boss is a nightmare, she’s not doing anything since I started working there, she just stays in her office planning her wedding and after lunch I never see her again, I don’t mind, I’m learning, but she’s really mean to me. 

- It sucks, I know how you feel about someone being a jerk to you without giving them a reason, most people are idiots. 

- I don’t think so, I mean she’s a bitch to me but maybe she has a reason, maybe she’s very stressed about her wedding, everyone has something going on you know, we can't judge a book by their cover.

Damn, she’s so naive, this is going to be easy. 

- You’re too good for this world, Rapunzel. 

- Rapunzel? 

- Yeah, that’s your nickname now, because you knocked me out with a frying pan, fitting, I can be your Eugene you know? I arch an eyebrow at her waiting for her answer or some kind of reaction. 

- Ha ha ha good joke James, I don’t need an Eugene, thank you. And you said you were looking for a job, how’s it going? 

- Well, no one answered yet, but I hope for the best, it’s just that…I run a hand over my face and make the saddest face I have, I am really sad and worried about it. My dad called me earlier, my mom is in the hospital and she needs a very expensive treatment. Yesterday I got fired and I sent my savings to my dad so I’m in desperate need of something. 

- James!!! You shouldn’t have invited me to dinner, you need the money. She grabbed something out of her backpack and said, here, take this for the pizzas, she handed me a $500 bill. 

- I can’t accept this Y/N, I owe you this, for being a lousy neighbor and for helping me earlier, I can’t take advantage of you, Rapunzel. I’m fine, everything will be fine, I know it. 

- No, James I insist, take it or I’ll leave it somewhere in your house when I leave. 

- Okay, okay. Thank you so much. 

- And how much does your mom need? She was falling right into the trap. 

- Umm, my dad told me the bill was 75,000 so far. But she’s still undergoing treatment and I think she needs surgery. I can’t go, you know, that’s the worst, because I’m going to spend a lot of money, I prefer to give that money to my dad and continue helping from here. I want my dad to quit one of his two jobs to take care of my mom and him; being in a hospital takes its toll on the patient and the family as well.

- You’re right James, it’s for the best. Maybe…Umm, I’m Bruce Wayne's personal assistant, maybe I can talk to him about giving you a job, what do you do? 

- No, definitely not, that’s doing too much, 

- Please James, I am just going to ask Mr. Wayne if he needs….?

- I am a programmer, I can hack anything, I can also do some engineering too. Her face lights up, something sparked her interest.

- Yes, we urgently need a programmer or hacker, someone capable, today we had a big problem. Don’t worry about work James, tomorrow’s my day off but I can call him first thing in the morning and I will let you know. 

I should have felt bad for this, but maybe by working on the inside I can cover my traces of the emails and at the same time earn more money for my mom and keep my lifestyle the way it is. 

We had dinner and get to know each other better, she's actually pretty nice and funny, a bit lonely though, she doesn't say it out loud but she feels lonely, the way she said to me that she only goes to work and come back to have dinner and read for a while, she didn't say it sad but her face said otherwise, she didn't mention the pole in her other room and I didn't ask either, maybe later and didn't mention what is her relationship with Bruce, she said Mr. Wayne was "her boss" but you don't have your boss's picture in your home, maybe she's just there to fool everyone. 

And then I heard a ring on my phone, a notification from the bank, $200,000 was deposited into my account, well, not mine, but the fake account. 

Y/N's POV

I said goodbye to Bucky after dinner, I needed my beauty sleep. I actually had a great time, I was sad about what happened with his mom, which reminded me that I needed to talk to my dad about the job offer. 

- Hi dad

- Hello monkey, is something wrong? Do you feel sick? 

- No dad, everything is perfect. I need a favor from you, well, it's not exactly a favor, we are going to get benefit from this 

- What is it monkey? 

- Umm… you know how you received an email today, well, I think we need a hacker capable of tracking this person and I know the guy for the job. 

- I don't like how chirpy you are about it, where is my daughter, you aren't her

- Come on dad, I'm serious. - Okay, okay, how's this amazing person who can solve our problems? 

- You know my neighbor, right? James, well, he's looking for a job and he's a computer genius who happened to be a hacker too. 

- Y/N, are you crazy? That deadbeat neighbor who only took your calm since he moved in. 

- Dad, he needs the job, his mom is sick and he can't go see her because he prefers to send the money to his dad than spend it on a plane ticket. His dad is working two jobs to save more money.

- ….. Y/N, you complain about him almost every day and now you want him to work with us? Are you aware of the risk and do you even know if he's a good worker? 

- I don't know dad, but I can take full responsibility for him, I can show him the ropes and check on him. If he can't be responsible, I will fire him, give me 2 months, please. 

- Sigh, okay monkey, I trust you. I want to talk to him anyway, tell him I want to see him the day after tomorrow at 9 o'clock in my office. I trust you with this. Just remember not everyone is worth saving.

- Thank you, dad, you won't regret this, I swear. Goodnight, I love you so much. 

- Goodnight monkey. Sweet dreams. 

I hung up and immediately went to knock on James's door. He answered shirtless and I was a little shocked to see how hot he looked, but I was so excited that I didn't care too much. 

- James, I have great news and I didn't want to wait to tell you. 

- What's up Rap?

- I talked to Mr. Wayne about the job and he told me that you meet him the day after tomorrow at 9 o'clock in his office to do an interview, it is standard procedure, you're basically hired. 

- OMG Y/N, are you serious?! 

- Yes, James, dead serious. 

- Thank you so much, you don't know how much I needed this. You're a lifesaver. 

- I'm going to be responsible for you, so please be there at 9 o'clock. 

- Don't worry about it, I'll be there. And please let me take you to lunch tomorrow, to celebrate and to thank you. 

- You know it's not necessary, but I know you won't take no for an answer so, okay. 

- Perfect, I'll pick you up at 2, is that alright? 

- Yeah James, goodnight. 

I don't know what came over me, I hugged him tight, he seemed a bit stiff at first but he hugged me back. His chest felt warm and he smelled so good I could stay like this forever, but I stopped the hug and kissed him goodbye on the cheek. I returned home happy, I can't wait for our lunch date tomorrow, wait, did I say date? This clearly isn't a date, just a celebration lunch, come on Y/N, stop thinking of him like that, nothing can happen. He's not that type of guy and you can't hurt him or you. I needed to sleep and with that I headed to my room. 

BUCKY'S POV

Y/N's so naive, she's starting to trust me, this is going better than I thought. I checked my bank account and saw the deposit. Damn, they didn't even think twice about giving me the money, they didn't even negotiate or something, they're totally hiding the relationship, and the job offer, just like that? She has him wrapped around his finger.

I immediately called the hospital where mom is being treated and gave my information to pay the bills. So, I called my father to tell him that I had already paid and to quit one of his 2 jobs to take care of him and mom. He told me that she didn't look well and that she was asking for me, I couldn't go, not yet, I'm going to start working for Wayne and even if I don't continue this charade, I need this job, I will not ask for leave on my first week of work. Maybe later, I do want to see mom. 

I went to bed thinking about my next steps with Y/N. 

Y/N'S POV

I got up at 11 am, ngl I was excited about having a no-date with James. I don't have friends, not anymore and this could be the start of a friendship or something else, I can't deny that James is ungodly attractive, now that I know him, he doesn't seem like a shitty person, maybe he needs someone who can guide him in the right direction. 

I showered and got dressed, something comfy. I really don't give a shit about looking sexy, I want to feel like myself. I was giving myself a pep talk when I heard a knock on the door. Must be James. 

I opened the door and saw James looking as handsome as ever, this man could wear a garbage bag as clothing and look sexy, life isn’t fair. 

-Hi Princess, ready to go? 

- You and your nicknames, I’m Y/N, James.

- What’s the fun of that? Let 's go.

He grabbed my hand and we started walking towards the lobby. My hand was embarrassingly sweaty, I don’t like people touching me, but I also don’t like confrontation either, so I don’t know how to tell him I don’t want to be touched. I was still thinking about that when I saw a hand wave in front of my face. 

- Hey princess, we’re here. I know, it isn’t fancy but I swear the food is to die for. 

- Don’t worry, I hate those expensive places where the plate is bigger than the food. I need a lot of food to be satisfied, not samples. 

- You're speaking my language princess.

We walked into the diner, and after ordering, we started talking asking each other basic questions to break the ice.

BUCKY'S POV

- So Princess, tell me a little about yourself. 

- Well, umm, there's really nothing interesting, I'm Y/Age years old, I moved out my dad's house a year ago, I was about to enter med school when something big happened to me, I was depressed for a year. Oh my god, I shouldn't have told you that, now you're going to think I'm a crazy girl who can't handle problems like a normal adult. 

- No, no, Princess, of course I would never think that, personally, I think mental health is really important, I don't know why it is stigmatized so much. So, you can trust me with ANYTHING. I punctuated anything to be more "real" about my intentions, not the real ones obviously. I'm doing the best I can for my mom and she's fine so far, I do feel bad about doing this. Maybe, I don't have to keep blackmailing them, she got me a job, I can help my mom with that salary. She seems honest, caring and intelligent, I see myself being with her. Wait. What? Bucky no, you can't think about a relationship right now. I was daydreaming and felt a pinch on my arm.

- Ouch! 

- I'm sorry for boring you, you were in a little daydream over there. 

- Sorry, sorry, I couldn't help to think about my mom you know? I took her hand in mine and squeezed it a little, to show her I was telling the truth. When I looked into her eyes, she was almost crying so I went to her side of the booth and hugged her really tight. 

- I'm sorry for ruining this James, we're supposed to be celebrating. I'm fine, thank you so much. By the way, how's your mom? if you don't mind me asking 

- She's better, there are no significant changes. But she's holding on. 

- That's good, very good, I wanted to talk to you about it actually. I know what it is like to be in the hospital and I want to help you and your family if you let me. 

- Help me how princess? You have already helped me with work, I can't think of another way you can help me. 

- I want to give you $150,000 for your mom's treatment. And after a week at Wayne, Inc. You can take a week off to go see your mom. 

I couldn't believe what I was hearing, I couldn't take her money, I was already taking her money, well, not hers but Mr. Wayne's, same difference. But on the other hand, I could totally use it to pay rent and buy food and go see my mom. No, Bucky, you can't, she's trying to help while you're taking advantage of the situation. You're an asshole but now that you know her better there's something there that wants to stop everything and protect her at all costs.

- No way Y/N, I can't take your money. No, that's final. It's too much and you can use it for a trip or to buy a car, I don't know. No, I can't take it, I'm sorry. I already felt extremely guilty, this girl I talked to 4 times helped me while I was drunk, found me a job and now is giving me money because she wants to help my family. I'm an asshole, but I'm not that bad. It would be like being Steve and Nat, and she doesn't have to pay for my own issues.

- Please James, I want to give you this, if you don't want to do it for me, do it for your family. I have the money, I don't spend money on anything, just food and rent. I don't need it. 

- But you can totally start spending it on something else, I can help you with that. Let's do something, I will help you spend your money doing things YOU always wanted to do and if at the end of the month you still want to give me the money, I accept it without batting an eye. Deal? 

- You're crazy James. 

- Call me Bucky princess. My friends and family call me Bucky. 

- Bucky, what on earth is a Bucky? 

- It's from my middle name, Buchanan, my little sister couldn't pronounce it so she said Bucky and it stuck. 

- Okay, Bucky. I think you're crazy, but we have a deal if… you do something for me in return. 

- Oh, you're negotiating. What do you want me to do? 

- In that same month we're going to spend my money doing things I always wanted to do. I want you to stop being a jackass to every person who crosses your path. 

- I'm not a jackass!! 

- Bucky, remember we share a wall, a thin one, I hear you kicking your one night stands out and say really rude things to them. I'm surprised someone actually goes home with you.

- So, are you saying I can't have one-night stands for a month? 

 Good god, no, you do you, but you should treat them with respect. And you have to behave and be responsible in your new job. By behaving I mean no funny business with coworkers and definitely no fucking in closets or empty rooms. 

- Come on princess, what's the fun in that

- …… - Okay, okay, I promise to behave well for a month and you have to promise that we will do things that you have always wanted to do. Deal? 

- DEAL! 

We both knew it was a really bad idea, but we were there shaking hands and making the deal that would change our lives.

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