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awordsmith · 4 months ago

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۶ৎ in which you and Spencer go separate ways after university until a deadly case forces you to find your way back to each other.

katvalentine

who? spencer reid x known!reader when? s8 genre: angst (thriller) content warnings: mentions of attempted murder and the loss of a friend, second chance romance, read with scary care!! word count: 9k a/n: not how i planned to write this out–but i couldn't be happier–also i know i'm super late with the valentines themes–studying for midterms has taken toll–but i think i'm going to ace every exam with soaring colors, so plus(?)–okay let me stop rambling... enjoy!!

Your Converse hit the pavement as you ignored the bustling of the other students that sounded around you. In contrast to everyone else, you were running toward the rain rather than hiding from it. You didn’t have a choice–it was either that or failing your psychology class.

It wasn’t as if you were completely behind, you’d attended every class–and you’d taken notes…mostly. Okay, barely–but with all your other courses, trying to maintain your part-time job on weekends, and constantly visiting the UNEP for Aspiring Young Center, Psychology had been the least of your worries. You had barely had any time to sleep–let alone to yourself.

The class was only once a week and though it was online–it’d been the class you’d seemed to forget most about. You’d gotten your hands on some of the notes from other students, but they all seemed useless when the midterm exam was next week. You had no time to study–that was what had you so freaked.

It had slipped your mind–somehow–that it was going to be half your grade. In the sight of other courses: sociology, criminology, comm, English, and history, you’d completely forgotten about one of the most important classes you were taking this semester. Gosh, why couldn’t it just be summer already? More than that, why did you have to take on so many classes? Sure you wanted to graduate early, but you were in your sophomore year, you should have been enjoying it.

Instead, you were getting soaked in rainwater in an attempt to leave a good impression on your new tutor. You were running late, as per usual. It had been a bad habit you’d picked up your freshman year when you realized parking wasn’t as easy as you’d thought it would be. You were normally late to classes, always running down one hall or the next. The university’s library was like a second home to you. You could generally be found in one of the desks near the elevator most nights. You preferred the tables behind the elevators the best. Preferably one closest to the corner.

Each table had two desks connected and two seats for each desk. You kept your backpack in the seat next to you and did well for warding off creeps mindlessly sitting down. The tables in the corners also proved well for when your headphones died. They were just far enough away that you couldn’t hear the elevator's constant dinging. The limited space also kept a multitude of people walking back and forth between the tables; yeah, sure you probably just got annoyed quickly, but you couldn’t help how you were. You were how you were and you liked it.

“Excuse me,” you squeaked, nearly colliding with a girl coming through the double doors with an umbrella. You huffed and removed the hood of your jacket, trying to smooth down your hair. It was pulled back into a ponytail, but hairs were now sticking up–you could feel it. You removed the hair tie and slipped it onto your hand, running your hands through your semi-wet locks.

You wanted to use the bathroom first, but you didn’t want to leave the poor guy hanging, it was Valentines' Day, after all, he probably took on this job in pity and had some hot girlfriend angry at him because of it. You felt bad–genuinely, it had your heart aching. Though you had no interest in dating yourself, you could wager the benefits it brought many others.

You ignored the elevator and headed up the stairs, when you reached the top you were out of breath. You hated staircases in high school and you hated them now. Picking back up some of your dignity, you glanced around the area, trying to scope out the tutor you were meeting.

He had great reviews, and apparently, he already had 1 PhD and was working on his second. He was young, around your age, and you wondered if he was a genius, that was the only likely explanation. Or maybe he really was just that good Well, you’d see for yourself in a few minutes. You caught sight of wild brown curls and a large brown and orange sweater vest.

He was sitting at the very end of the row, you recognized the large window panes that sat to the side of each table. You smiled slightly, it was just how you preferred it a quiet study night. You hadn’t mentioned anything about liking the ends, it was entirely possible he liked it that way too, where most of the noise disappeared, and the world along with it.

As you approached the kid, you thought this surely couldn’t be him. He looked…well…smaller. The photo online was just his face, but as you rounded the table, your nose scrunched up.

Sure, people took off their glasses for a multitude of reasons, including taking a photo, but you never thought it could make such a difference to a person's appearance. “...Dr. Ried?” You stuttered out, setting your tote bag in the seat next to you.

When Spencer looked up, he had to fix his glasses. He wasn’t good at keeping eye contact, so he focussed on the necklace around your neck, “uh, yeah, —?”

You smiled and nodded, sighing out as you sat in the seat across from him, “It is you–sorry I’m late, I was–” you were in the middle of your living room in your underwear having a mini concert with the tv and your hairbrush, but you said, “working on a few theories, you know how you can get lost in your head sometimes.”

Spencer brightened slightly, his mind racing with the different things he wanted to say, theories were one of his favorite topics, he could go on and on, talking about his favorite and his least favorite, ones that had a high chance of being debunked in the future and ones that have already been debunked, but he forced his mouth closed before he said any of that. “Yeah, theories are fun,” it hurt him–physically–not to say more. But, Spencer was trying out his professionalism, and a professional would not geek out over the mention of theories.

You nodded and started pulling your notebook out of your bag, Spencer had a psycho-analysis textbook out in front of him as he had said he would in his text. “Let’s start with chapter 45, that’s the first one that’s going to pop up on the test.” Spencer stated, watching your hands flip through page after page, “That’s a lot of notes.”

“Yeah,” you chuckled, trying to subtly fan yourself, dim lighting from lamps under every table gave the small area a glow, “sorry,” you began pulling out a few writing utensils, “I know this is so last minute and you probably had plans tonight, but I really appreciate you doing this for me.” You tried meeting his eyes, but he seemed to want to keep his distance from you, which struck you as odd seeing as how there wasn’t much of an age gap.

“No, don’t worry–” he waved his hands in front of him, his eyes having an almost paranoid feeling to them, “I,” he looked away, “I didn’t have any plans tonight. You’re fine, so don’t worry,” he let his hands fall into his lap.

Your eyes widened slightly and a subtle realization came over you that this guy wasn’t small–he was slumping in his seat, which is why he looked to be small at first glance. His posture was all wrong and it ticked you a little. One of your eyes twitched, but you hummed to calm yourself down. It didn’t really bother you, but the way he was acting–you just couldn’t help it.

“Alright,” you smoothed out the page and flipped it around to show Dr. Reid.

Spencer ran his eyes along the page, there sure were a lot of dashes and marks, he admired your penmanship for a moment before turning and meeting your gaze for the first time, “a lot of notes, yes, but most of them are useless.” He winced. He didn’t mean to say it like that, he probably should have used another word–useless just felt so…gray. “I mean, that’s not what I mean, I just meant that–” he huffed and ran a hand through his shaggy hair taking his glasses off momentarily to rub his eyes.

His features weren’t lost on you. His jaw was sharp, his neck thick, he could be a male model if he wanted to, he had the build for it. He was skinny and he was awkward in his skin, but with the right training, his self-confidence could be raised immensely. Spencer blinked, noting your stare and suddenly he felt nervous again. It wasn’t that you intimidated him–though with the way he was acting, it probably didn’t seem that way.

You were more than pretty, you stood out. Maybe not to everyone, but Spencer had learned long ago that beauty was in the eye of the beholder, and to Spencer, you were. You looked like you belonged in a Renaissance painting or behind the glass at a thrift store, something not for sale; something priceless. Something you see once in a museum and go home thinking about, never to see it again, but can’t help remembering years later.

Spencer cleared his throat, understanding, he too was now staring. “Right, so–chapter forty-five, what, what do you remember most about it?”

You glanced at your notes, running a finger along a highlighted part, “Proximity, the mere exposure effect, basically anything to do with how we feel about another person.”

Spencer nodded and ran his eyes over your notes. It wasn’t highlighted, but he thought it should be. “See here,” he flipped the notebook back around, “this isn’t highlighted, but this is,” he pointed to another point, “can you tell me why?”

You looked over the two bullet points, an embarrassed smile washing over you. You everted your eyes toward the floor and scratched one of your cheeks with a finger, “I liked how it read.”

Spencer felt his heart flutter and his cheeks flush red at the admission, it was cute. It was more than cute it was adorable. But that was completely unprofessional, even if this was just a side job he’d taken on because he needed some quick cash. “Well, I suggest making another set of notes, I can do it for you if you’d like.”

You nodded and Spencer felt the need to ask another–rather important–question, “Do you normally read over your notes once you write them?”

You made a face, your lips pressed together to suppress a smile. The truth was you did but with psychology…. “I normally do during study sessions, it helps because I’m really bad at remembering things,” you played with a tiny lock of wet hair, murmuring, “and I’m always late.”

Spencer snorted but tried covering it up with a cough. Your lips quirked upward and your eyes narrowed slightly. He, in turn, did his best to avoid your gaze. “Wow,” you nodded, “so that’s how it is.”

Spencer’s eyes widened, “I didn’t,” he didn’t mean to be rude, this wasn’t how he normally acted, especially around girls. If anything, he’d always had a mutual understanding with the opposite sex, he would not reach for something he could not see, but you–you seemed… vivid…

“I’m just messing with you, Spencer–” you gasped internally and paused externally. You didn’t mean to address him by that name. Not only was it probably rude, but now he probably thought you did it on purpose or something–ughhh, this blows! And I was starting to like him, if he goes all Mr. Superior on me I should get permission to smack some sense into him. After all, he isn’t that much older–is he?

Spencer was confused as to why you were giving him the death glare. He had thought you and himself were getting along just fine–up until you used his first name at least. He wasn’t one of your professors and even if he were, some professors were alright with first name basis–Spencer had never taught a class before, sure he’d sat in on a few, but he was never a guest speaker, of course, that was definitely something he sought to change that after publishing a few more of his essays and articles, he was ambitious, as one with his skill was.

In any case, Spencer didn’t find it weird, but perhaps you did, and because he had laughed at something you’d said earlier, you were expecting him to laugh at you now. Spencer could explain the typical functions of why the corners of his mouth quirked upward. He could give a basic rundown of how muscles worked, it was settled in the back of his mind, ready to be spouted–but what he couldn’t tell you was why he couldn’t control it.

For normal people, he would bring in the psychology of the matter, chapter forty-five–ironically. Something one person said made the other person laugh, but that idea wouldn’t work in this situation. No, because you hadn’t said anything particularly funny. Then why else did people smile? In simpler terms, because they were happy, but why was Spencer happy? He didn’t know, he just didn’t know. He was staring at you and your childish glare and he could not figure out for the life of him why in the hell he was so damn happy.

“I see that,” your eyes holding a mischievous glint, leaning forward and jabbing a finger in his face. He looked shocked like he had no idea what was going on, “fine,” you deflated back into your chair, “if you want to laugh, get it over with,” a few seconds later, a few coughs came from Spencer, you stuck your tongue out at him, it was quick and unexpected, but it made you smile. What would you consider this then? You thought, reward theory of attraction? But I haven’t been rewarded with anything…

Spencer scoffed at the idiotic notion, that he shouldn’t be sitting here analyzing you simply because you made him smile–simply because he made you smile. He was your tutor and that was it. That should’ve been it, but as the night went on, the further your personalities complimented each other. You both knew it–it was the psychology of it all; ironic how it was the exact chapter you’d gone over first.

And as the evening faded into midnight, you both found your souls intertwining with the other. Unable to control it; unwilling to want to.

Cold wind blew through the loose fragments of your hair as you leaned on your arms against the open window on the trolley, the sun hitting your face just right. It made you sleepy, you wanted to sleep, but you couldn’t. In a few moments, you’d be pulling the line and getting off. You yawned are rubbed your eyes, tucking a loose strand behind your ear. It was midday, you were meeting your friend for lunch, and your tote bag sat in the seat next to you.

“It’s so cute, thank you!” You gushed.

“Yeah, I–I saw you eyeing it that day we went to the mall,” Spencer ran a nervous hand through his hair.

Your face didn’t have enough room for the grin spreading across your face, “thank you, Spencer, this really is the best birthday ever.”

He shrugged all nonchalantly, but you could see it in his eyes, it warmed your heart to know how special you were to him, “it was nothing.”

“To you,” you reached for his hand across the table, “but it’s everything to me,” you paused, unable to decide which eye to focus on, you kept flitting back and forth between both of them and eventually the silence grew. You snatched your hands back, feeling nervousness flutter throughout your body. You averted your eyes and smiled at the ground, “Thank you…I love it.”

A smile now overtook your face, you wondered where he was now. You hoped he was doing alright, you’d seen him on television before, on the news. He was living the dream he’d told you about when you were still in university. He’d become exactly what he’d wanted, he’d done it. You were proud of him. You always had been.

The trolley slowed down, you recognized this turn. With a sigh, you sat upward and pulled your bag over your shoulder, waiting for the drop-off to appear. When it came into view, you tugged at the tight string above you, getting ready to stand. The trolley wasn’t packed, which was normal for after lunch hours. The next rush would be around five, so as long as you left before or after–you wouldn’t get caught in the crossfire.

A few others stood with you when the trolley came to a complete stop. The group filed off the cart in a line and when your sneakers met concrete, you took off down the sidewalk, heading for the café you typically met your friend at. You pulled your phone out and checked the time when a new message came through. You smiled as you came to the same crosswalk you always did. Behind you, couple turned on the right corner with their dog and a mother and daughter stood at the other end of the crosswalk. The February breeze blew calmly around you, and the daylight seemed to dim slightly as you waited near the pole.

Eventually, the lights switched and the sign across from you brightened. You held onto your bag as you moved, you weren’t wearing a sweater–before leaving the house, you’d decided your white long sleeve would do just fine–you were severely regretting that decision as the wind picked up. You don’t know why it was so cold, Spring was nearly here–at least it should have been.

The little girl skipped past you, her pigtails swaying to and fro. You admired the scene, wishing you could photograph it. Your job typically had you photographing crime scenes, it would have been a nice addition to the mini gallery you’d started in your home. It was one just for you, warmer than your day to day work. You’d majored in film and photography and minored in criminology, of course, your passion for both came from starkly different backgrounds, but they complimented eachother when it came to your job–your real job.

You didn’t talk much about your work, but you took to writing a few papers, only two had been published so far, and you’d received a letter last week, asking you to speak in a criminology-based class because of them–you weren’t doing too bad in the money department, but–you came up to the café–you still could not drive.

It was a minor thing, but it held you back instrumentally. You narrowed your eyes at the thoughts plaguing your mind, how idiotic–your friend would tease you in her own way, you shook your head and smiled, whatever, you thought. You held out a hand to push one of the doors open, but paused. You swear someone had called your name–you’e head swivled and–was that–a crash sounded throughout your head and some external force sent you flying backward.

As soon as Spencer walked through the doors of the BAU, he was snatched away by Hotch, everyone was on the jet already. Of course, it had to be the one time he’d thought he could let himself be a little late.

“Do we know what it is?’ Spencer asked, taking the file Emily held out into his palms.

“We don’t want to jump the gun and say a terrorist attack–”

“But that’s what it looks like,” Dereck nodded as Spencer’s eyes roved over the report, “what’s this?” He questioned, taking a closer look at the singular photo in the back.

“It’s a photo from the CCTV camera of the café that was hit–”

“The woman in the photo looks to be around early to mid 20’s” Emily stated, “we don’t know how badly she was injured or much of anything else.”

Spencer ran a finger along the woman's frame. “The first responding officers will tell us everything they remember when we land; JJ, Rossi head to the hospital and check on our possibly only survivor, see if you can get her statement, Morgan, Reid, you go to the crime scene, see what you can figure out, Prentis, you’re with me at the station–and Penelope?”

“Yes, Sir?” Garcia’s meek voice rang through the speakers of the large flatscreen plante on the wall in front of them, her face could be seen: she was huddled up in a blanket, but her makeup was as fresh as always.

“See if you can access the CCTV inside the café before the blast and others around the shop.”

She nodded, “I will call you as soon as I come up with something.” She clicked a button and the line went dead. Spencer’s heart was racing. Terrorist attacks were not common–if they occurred they would typicically mean something–terrroriste were likely to attack bigger buildings with a lot of power, the white house, for instance, and the Twin Towers were a good example of this, not just because of the towers. bin Laden weaponized Flight 11 because it was an American Airlines plane–it was a message, a symbol.

But this…this was a small family-owned café in a small shopping center, there was a bank just a few buildings over, why not target that? It just didn’t make any sense in Spencer’s mind. The woman in the photo–he hoped she was doing better than he thought she was–he couldn’t place it, but something about her felt…familiar.

He sighed and set the photo down, shutting the yellow folder.

You sat forward, pain slicing through your head like a blade. You groaned and raised a hand to your temple, only to find IVs connected to your skin. “What the hell happened?” They were freaky and they sent a shiver up your spine. You pulled each IV out steadily, there were three.

You watched them, waiting for one to begin bleeding, but none of them did, and a sigh of relief escaped your throat. You glanced around the room after rubbing your eyes, trying to figure out where you were.

“The hell…” You murmured, pushing yourself off the bed, okay, you were in a hospital? What else? There was a silver tray beside your bed, and a glass of water next to it. It looked like it had been sitting there for a while, though and you made a face.

You hated hospital food, it made you gag. You steadied yourself with the bed railing, You balanced your weight and walked to the door, taking one last look around the room before pulling the it open and stumbling forward.

Nurses noticed you immediately and rushed to your side. As they attempted to coax you back into the room, you couldn’t help but look up, the awkward fluorescent lights had you heaving, you felt sick in all the wrong ways. A nurse held up a medical-grade puke bag just in time.

“Ugh,” you wiped your mouth, reaching for the wall, that’s disgusting. Suddenly, your lips felt too big for you face–you tasted metal–you didn’t dare touch it. You turned to walk back into the room–that’s when you noticed the two guys in all black standing at each end of the hall. They looked like guards. You were weary, but you’d notice that earpiece anywhere. They were CIA officers. What were was your job doing here?

More importantly, what the hell happened? The last thing you remembered– “AH–” another sharp pain shot through your head and you sat back down, “someone,” you breathed, allowing the nurses to help you back into bed, “someone tell me–”

“–you need to rest now,” one of the nurses–the one with the most authority, you assumed–voiced.

“No, someone needs to tell me what the fuck is going on–” you sat back up and pushed her away, feeling blood rush to your head, “why is the CIA here–”

“Case Officer — —?” You glanced up, a blonde woman stepped through the door, her hair pulled into a neat, slick-back ponytail.

“Who are you?” You narrowed your eyes.

“My name is Jennifer Jareau, I’m with the Federal Beuro of Investigation–this is my partner SSA David Rossi–”

“FBI?” You raised a brow, “God,” you held your head, grimacing, “what happened?” You tried processing what you could remember, but you couldn’t. It was in your brain somewhere, you felt it–it just wasn’t popping up in any of the search engines you typically used. You huffed, giving up for the time being.

“Can you tell me…what you remember–”

“Nothing,” you shook your head, almost angry, “I can’t remember anything,” you scoffed and held your head in your both hands, covering your eyes. You wanted to sob, but were too embarrassed to do so.

“Alright, that’s alright,” Jennifer nodded.

But it wasn’t alright and you wanted to tell her so, but her partner, Rossi or whatever, cut in, “—... do you remember anything from before the blast?”

“Before the?” Your eyebrows scrunched together, but you paused. “That’s right,” you nodded, feeling a faint memory ghost over you, “there was a–there was a dog–” you said, though you weren’t sure why. “It was a little girl. A dog with a little girl–you were so sure of it, but something still felt off, you bit your cheek and shook your head, letting out an exasperated groan, “No–I don’t know.”

“It’s alright, I understand this can be frustrating. You were in a bad accident, there was a bomb, and you were caught in it. You hit your head pretty bad–”

“Pretty bad?” You scoffed, “You call this ‘pretty bad’? I can’t remember what I ate for breakfast or what song I listened to in the shower this morning–and this is ‘pretty bad’?” Jennifer turned her head, a frown taking up residence on her face. This was crazy–you needed to call your friend. She’d make you feel ten times better, “I need a phone, I need to call —.”

You tried standing, but Jennifer stopped you, “Here, use mine.” She slipped it out of her pocket and toward you.

You watched it for a second before taking it, still asking, “Where’s my phone?”

As you dialed —’s number, Jennifer said, “It should be with your things, I’ll check with the nursing staff.”

You held the phone up to your ear as she left the room, catching her partner's eye. You frowned when the line went to voicemail and called again, maybe her phone was dead? Maybe she had it on ‘do not disturb’? “No answer?”

You shook your head, and sighed, “voicemail.”

“What’s —’s last name, I’ll try to find her for you.”

“—,” you shook your head, calling back again, “it just doesn’t make any sense why she wouldn’t be answering, she was–” you paused, you don’t know why you said that.

Rossi raised a brow, “She was what?’

You frowned, “I don’t know,” a scowl replaced your frown, “what’s new?”

“Hey, don’t get discouraged.” Is what he said, but Rossi had a bad feeling about this whole thing. He typically kept his hard opinions to himself, especially ones that began with, “This is going to suck, but…”, and yet that’s what he was feeling now. That this was going to really suck.

“So we’ve ruled out a terrorist attack, there’ve been no phone calls, no letters, no demands. What else could this be?”

“A one-off?”

Spencer glanced around the room as Hotch and Morgan listed off ideas. JJ and Rossi had come back from seeing the survivor, they’d said it was strange, that almost the entirety of her memory concerning the blast was gone. As if it’d never happened in the first place, but that was to be expected considering the blow she’d taken to the head.

She was just lucky people saw her in the street before she was run over. The bomb had been so strong, that she’d ended up in the middle of the street, Spencer couldn’t watch the video after the first time, it had just looked so painful, and that was the eery part. She was missing parts of her memory, but she had no broken bones, the most damage she’d taken was psychological.

Her blood was fine, she had a few scratches on her arms and forehead, and her lip was pretty busted, but other than that, she was–again–perfectly fine. Which kept tugging at something in Spencer. “Was she able to remember anything? Anything at all?” Spencer heard himself asking, his arms uncrossing.

JJ shook her head, “No, nothing. She said she couldn’t even remember what she’d eaten for breakfast this morning.”

“No, but…” Rossi paused, folding his arms, Hotch and the rest of the team glanced in his direction, “She did…she did ask about a friend.”

“Yeah, she didn’t pick up any of the calls, though,” JJ waved her phone in the air and set it on the table in front of her.

“Yeah, but she also said something about her that seemed,” he shook head and waved an arm sound, “recent…”

“I don’t remember that.” JJ frowned.

“You were gone, talking to the nurses.”

“What did she say?” Hotch raised a brow, his voice growing colder by the hour.

“She said, ‘It doesn’t make any sense why she wouldn’t answer the phone, she was…’” The team waited for him to finish, but he huffed instead, “That’s it, she couldn’t remember the rest.” Spencer blew our air, rolling his neck back and forth as he thought of what the woman, — might have wanted to say.

“—...” Spencer mumbled. He recalled a time when he knew someone with that same name, he wondered where she was now. Probably married to some handsome bodybuilder who could crush Spencer with two fingers.

He puffed out his cheeks, he didn’t know why he always seemed to think about her in times like this; he looked out the window, allowing the moon to mesmerize his mind. He wanted to run far, far away. Always on midnights like this.

Spencer leaned back against the wall behind him and closed his eyes, trying to picture himself in her point of view. He was walking toward the shop–she wasn’t on her phone and she didn't have a map, nor was she looking around, so she probably knew the area well. Okay, so he knew he was going to this café, he was…he was…meeting someone.

Spencer peddled back to when JJ had mentioned the little girl and the dog. He tried to place them together somewhere in the picture he’d created for himself. Was she distracted by it? She did turn her head as if someone had called out for her.

“What do you go for us Garcia?”

Spencer’s eyes popped open and he glanced at the laptop in front of Hotch, “oh, not much,” she shook her head, “but I was able to get footage of the surrounding area, and check this out,” she clicked some button and CCTV footage came up on the screen. The quality wasn’t great–it probably hand’t been replaced in a quite a while.

The team gathered around Hotch, watching and analyzing the film. There. Spencer recognized her immediately, but not as a victim on this case. His stomach dropped and he thought he might throw up.

“There’s our victim, but look, look at the relaxed way she’s acting.” Hotch analyzed.

“So…what?”

“It’s normal to her, she’s not worried, she’s not being pressured, I think she meeting someone at that café,” Spencer stated, rubbing the nape of his neck, “other than the footage, Rossi’s quote– “it doesn’t make any sense because she was–” end quote, could she have been about to say, ‘waiting for me?’ or ‘inside?’.

Rossi closed his eyes as Hotch gave the order to speed up the process of figuring out the identities of all the casualties caught in the blast and cross-check them with your friend's name. “Wait Sir, there’s one more thing I think you should know.”

“What is it, Garcia?”

“Okay, you know how we debunked the theory that this was a terrorist attack?”

He nodded, “Yes.”

Spencer held his breath, wondering what idea Garcia was about to plant into their heads. “Well, if we go back to the original footage we recovered in the beginning, we can say for sure —’s attention was pulled away from opening those doors. It was the millisecond that saved her life. Why did she look away, what caught her attention? Sir, I’m not an agent and I haven’t taken the classes you all have, but if that was me, I would say someone called her name.”

“Someone purposefully kept her from walking in?” Hotch rubbed his temple, eyes narrowing.

“This wasn’t an attack on the government,” Hotch shook his head, glancing at his team.

And it clicked for Spencer, “someone targeted —, but not because she works for the CIA–it was personal.”

“We need to figure out who it was — saw in that video.”

Spencer grimaced, he didn’t want to go to the hospital. Not yet. He had a job to do and he knew going to that hospital would just complicate things for him. He kept the fact that he knew the victim to himself. But she wasn’t just a victim–he detested thinking of her that manner–but if he wanted to catch the son of a bitch who did this to her, he’d have to stay away for just a bit longer.

“Thank you,” you smiled at the flowers, “it was really sweet of you to come all the way down here.”

“Oh, it was nothing,” —’s lisp sounded throughout the room, but you ignored it. He was sweet–you’d only met him a few times when working cases together, but he was the nicest person you’d ever met. Everyone loved him and no one made fun of his speech impediment. You were glad because you’d probably bite their heads off for it.

“Have you heard anything?” — frowned and shook his head, “No, I haven’t. I’m really sorry. I mean, this is just crazy.”

“Yeah,” you scoffed, folding your hands in your lap, “tell me about it.”

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have…” he shook his head.

“No, no, you’re fine.” You smiled again, “I just…I just hope she’s alright. There must be some news?” You looked over — as if that blonde woman, Jennifer, might pop up. She didn’t.

“I promise, as soon as I hear anything, you’ll be the first to know.” He smiled, fixing his glasses that didn’t quite sit right on his face.

Your heart swelled, you were so grateful. You weren’t on speaking terms with your parents, you hadn’t seen your cousins since your grandmother’s funeral, and — was the only friend you had unless you counted your team, but you weren’t really close with them either. You preferred to keep to yourself. It was hard for you to get close to anyone after him because in the back of your mind was always that question, that what if?

“Do you want some coffee? Some water? I can go ask the nurse…”

“Yes, please,” you nodded, “that, that would be nice.”

— left the room and you were once again left in the comfort of your silence. Your mind drifted to Spencer. It hadn’t clicked when Jennifer had first introduced herself. She’d been back only once more to see if you’d remembered anything, you hadn’t, of course. No more than the little girl and the dog. — had just arrived this morning, so Jennifer missed him, but he wouldn’t have been able to provide much information anyway, he maybe could’ve helped with figuring out the bomb equipment and things like that, he worked in the EOD, but all of that slipped your mind as you called up almost every memory you had with Spencer.

When you were alone earlier today after Jennifer had left and before — had arrived, you’d pulled out your phone and went through the screenshots you’d taken of some of the cases Spencer had been on, and sure enough–there he was standing next to Ms. Jennifer Jareau. They worked together, which meant Spencer was likely also working on this case–your case.

You shivered–hating the thought that you now had a case, that you were now considered a victim in some people’s eyes. You were the one photographing other victims–how could you have become one yourself? You closed your eyes and leaned back into the hospital bed, for what it was worth–they had comfortable beds–they could upgrade their blankets though. You smiled, thinking about the time Spencer had hurt his leg ans had to stay in this dreaded place for a few nights. The two of you shared your weariness of hospitals, he’d probably complain about the food and the lack of warmthness the blankets provided.

Though he was no doubt working , you hadn’t seen him, and Jennifer hadn’t said anything about it. You wondered if she even knew–if he’d told any of his team members about you. It stung you knowing the likelihood of it was low.

There was no way he didn’t recognize you. At least, that’s what you hoped, but he had to, right? After all, you’d been through, granted that all happened years ago–but still–he was everything. You had to mean something….right? You couldn’t just have been an experience, you had to be more than a memory. You just had to.

But he hadn’t been to visit you. And that hurt you the most. It floated around in you mind even as — walked back into the room and flashed you a tooth-gapped smile.

“You okay?” He asked, standing near your bed–near this morning’s silver tray that still hadn’t been touched.

“Yeah,” you reached for the cup of water, “just fine, thanks.”

“Reid,” Spencer bounced his right leg up and down and tapped the fingers of his left hand on the table in front of him, “Reid,” he wondered how you were doing, he’d just sifted through your text messages. He felt dirty. He didn’t have any right to read your private thoughts or those of the people you shared them with. He scolded himself, it wasn’t like he’d read your diary or anything. “Dammit, Reid!” Hotch huffed. Spencer glanced upward, stopping his tapping and leg shaking, “I need you to focus, what–what’s on your mind. Do you need to talk, it is your mom?”

Spencer tried acting unbothered and shook his head, sighing, “No, I’m fine.” He covered his mouth with a hand, feeling his throat run dry. You didn’t like hospitals, you never had, he remembered it starkly, and yet you still visited him every day when he’d injured his leg. That was years ago, but man–he chuckled–it felt like yesterday. Anytime he thought about you he felt young again. He didn’t know what it was–perhaps that was just what you represented, Spencer’s youth.

No, he shook his head, it was more than that. He sighed and ran another hand along the documents, and I threw it all away. An eyebrow shot up and Spencer’s eyes darted over a text message in particular. He picked it up and stood. “What?” Hotch met him at the board as he tacked it on and stood back, “what do you see?”

Spencer held back a scoff, “I don’t know why I didn’t see it before,” probably because he wasn’t in the right headspace, “look at this, she says, ‘it was nice meeting you today, thank you again for your help.’ He sends an entire paragraph. This was only a few months ago.”

“So,” Hotch shrugged and shook his head, waiting for an explanation, though a few ideas popped into his own head. Spencer waved his hand and walked back over to the pile of text messages blown up on printer paper, “Look at these, ‘it was nice working with you again, you’re really close with —,’ she says, ‘yeah, it was, and yeah! she’s my best friend,’ he tacked it on the board, this one says, ‘Sorry for your loss, I heard about your grandmother.’

“Get to the point Reid,” Hotch frowned, grouchy as always, Spencer thought.

“These are all by the same person, and I’m pretty sure there are multiple like these–but the thing is, all of his messages are long, like paragraph-length, and all of hers are single-sentence responses.” He shook his head, “after her initial message, she only responds, and they’re always short. And the way they sound–it’s so…I don’t know. Maybe she didn’t notice it because that’s just how she is,” Spencer bit his lip–ignoring the painful squeeze in his heart– “It’s not her fault, but I think he’s reading into everything. I mean, Hotch–just look at some of the things he’s saying in these messages–” Spencer went back to the table and pulled out more from the same contact.

He looked back at Hotch, waiting for his nod of approval, and finally, Hotch gave it to him, along with a, “Have Garcia run a background check on this person. Whoever he is, he’s worth questioning. I’ll call Morgan when we have an ID.” Spencer nodded and got to dialing Garcia’s number right as he grabbed his jacket. It was time. He needed to see you.

It was getting later, afternoon turned into evening in the blink of an eye. But you supposed that was to be expected, February had become March, and you were only here for a few days, yes–but it felt like an eternity. Some of the memories were coming back to you, you recalled being in front of the crosswalk, the little girl was with her mother on the other side, not with a puppy. The dog you’d mentioned to Agent Jereau had been behind you, a couple were the ones walking it.

There was still no news, about —, the waiting had slowly begun to agitate you. Jennifer hadn’t come back, but — was still here, you frowned as you glanced at him from the corner of your eye, “You know, you don’t have to stay here all night, you must have work tomorrow. They're not gonna let you off easy if you’re late, you know.”

— shook his head, throwing you a smile, “I’ll be fine, have any of your memories from The Incident come back?” — called it “The Incident” rather than the bombing or the blast, which you found odd at first, excused it as him being considerate. “That…” he lowered his gaze, “I’m sorry,” he shook his head.

You snorted a bit, “why, it’s not your fault.”

He frowned, looking dead serious for a second. It unnerved you, but then he looked away and an innocent smile took over his features again, “I know, I just feel bad.”

“Well, don’t,” you shook your head, thinking to reach out and touch his arm, but shivers flew up your spine and suddenly you were wondering if there were nurses near your room, and if so, how many? It had been silent for a while, no more bustling back and forth. You frowned at your thoughts, this was crazy. — wasn’t hurting you, if anything, he was trying to be nice. He was the only one to come to the hospital when there was still so much work to be done. — must’ve been busy because you hadn’t worked with him in a while, yet he was still taking time out of his busy schedule to see if you were alright. That was more than you could say for someone. Spencer hadn’t even come to see if you were alright, you knew a few years had passed since the last time you had spoken, but still–couldn’t he just check up on you once? Wasn’t he at all worried or curious as to how you were doing?

The rest of his team had been to see you at some point within the week, though none of them mentioned him. You hadn’t wanted to ask because you’d thought it would be awkward and it was his private life, what right did you have? So, you had left it alone. Now, though you blew out air and asked, “Hey, —?”

“Yeah?” He looked at you expectantly, it scared you. You couldn’t place the reason as to why–but his eyes, there was something…less about them. You wanted to jump out of your own skin and run away–your mouth dropped. You remembered. You remembered why you didn’t walk into the café. But it couldn’t be. You must have your thoughts confused and–no you didn’t You knew exactly what you heard and saw.

You avoided his eyes and faked a cough, “could you… could you get the nurse, I think I need some more water.”

— didn’t move for a second and in that moment, you thought, he knows. You were so sure he knew that you knew that you had remembered. “Sure,” his tone wasn’t cold, but it didn’t have any of the warmness it had mere moments ago. He breezed out of the room, leaving the door cracked.

You breathed a sigh of relief when he was gone, feeling like you were going to die of stress, you stood and stretched. You weren’t in the worst shape, but you had been sitting around for the past three days, you picked up your phone and scrolled threw your messages with —, your best friend. You thought to call her if only to keep your hopes up. They died when you heard the ring of a cell phone nearby.

There was no way, you thought, believing it must be a coincidence, but then what did Spencer say that one time? That there were never any happy accidents or coincidences? That everything always had a reason, whether it was likely or not.

You turned toward the area where — had been sitting, his brown jacket was tossed over the back of the chair. Hesitantly, you pulled it open and rummaged through the pockets, eventually pulling out what you were terrified of finding: —’s phone.

“I couldn’t find any of the nurses,” your blood ran cold as you heard the sound of a door clicking shut, his tone deafening as you felt his presence grow closer, “but you seem all better now.”

Spencer didn’t know whether he should stop by the hospital cafeteria or at a fast food place. Of course, since Garcia seemed to have developed a 6th sense, she could tell something was up–that or Hotch had let something slide, it would be just like him to do something like that.

So, he finally admitted to knowing you and consulted Garcia on his dilemma. She–without hesitation–of course, scolded him for being so narrowminded. If she hated hospitals, she probably hated the food as well, and so, Spencer made a pitstop–but then he thought about it being your first reunion in years and he couldn’t very well just bring you anything.

So, perhaps he had been overthinking everything on the way to the hospital and made more than one stop to gather up the things he remembered you liking back in university. Only when he was stepping out of the car–trying not to trip over mere air as he grabbed the plastic bags–did he realize that maybe he didn’t know everything about you anymore…

He glanced over the items in his hands, sure you may have liked this once upon a time–back when you were together, back when you were something more. But then again–you’d never labeled your relationship. You just were. You were more…to him.

More than soulmates. He shook his head, standing here hesitating would get him nowhere. The car door shut with a thud and Spencer winced slightly before coming to his senses and grabbing at any sort of courage he could reach.

He ignored the staff, he knew he looked silly. With his black puffer jacket on, his satchel crossed over his body, his hair messy, and his arms full, one holding a bear with a get well soon-card–something he’d found at one of the shops near the place he bought your favorite fast food–he hoped it was still your favorite. He’d even bought a blanket, now that they knew the bombing was a personal attack on you–Spencer planned on spending every second keeping you safe–plus the blankets the hospital provided never kept anyone warm.

Though, he did have to admit he was pretty freaked out. When he hung up the phone with Garcia, she had said she would get back to him after she called Hotch and he was right–who knew? He internally patted himself on the back. That guy on your phone looked pretty good for it. More than good–he’d been fired from his job, where all of your interactions had occurred, which, he and Hotch discussed over the phone, must have been the trigger.

Spencer only knew two things about this guy, his name and that he was obsessed with you. Spencer felt his blood boil at the thought that someone you had been so nice to–was the one who had done these horrible things to you in his sick, fucked up ‘name of love’. Sure, Spencer hadn’t spoken to you–hadn’t seen you in ages–but that didn’t mean he didn’t care. Spencer would always care, and right now, he was feeling the brunt of his conviction. He’d make sure that guy didn’t get past the first-floor elevator, he would never let him see you again.

Spencer realized his grip on the bags had tightened, he took a breath and slightly released them. He both wanted to be with you during this time and out hunting down that guy. You were on the second floor and each second that ticked by was killing him. He didn’t know if you’d be happy to see him. JJ had said you remembered most things about yourself, and you remembered your friends, so there was no way you didn’t remember Spencer.

He knew you two didn’t leave things off on a good note, but he hoped that this was fate. He hated thinking someone close to you had to die for you to meet again, but here you were just five feet away. He paused in front of your hospital door, running through the first words he would say–it was quiet, though–extremely quiet, and there were no nurses around–he tilted his head as he spun around, just now noticing the missing presence.

Spencer shivered, feeling the yellow-dimmed fluorescent lights heighten his paranoia. He didn’t too much like hospitals either. He startled and his head swiveled back to your room when he heard a scream, followed by a crash. He froze, but then his adrenaline kicked in and he dropped everything, to throw open the door.

He had you on the floor, hands around your throat, and you were struggling to breathe. It felt like the room was closing in on you, you saw a flash of white and then you closed your eyes, coming to only seconds later as relief pulled you upward. Someone had tackled him–as you sat forward, hunched over, struggling to find your breath again. The room was spinning, it was both dark blue and gray–you could make out the door that was now ajar.

It felt like hours had gone by, you blinked, but could only hold one eye open at a time. A giant red button took over your view and all you could think was that you needed to get to that damned button. You began crawling toward it while the others were distracted.

You didn’t know who that person was, you hadn’t gotten a good look, but to be fair, you could barely see anything in that moment. You reached out an arm, still on your hands and knees. It took everything in you not to collapse right there. When the pads of your fingertips glazed over the button you felt a sigh of relief escape your lungs. You pressed it–an alarm sounded right after. Mission accomplished, but you couldn’t rest just yet. You had to get out of here, the room was too stuffy, where was your breath going? Why couldn’t you feel it anymore?

Hot tears streamed down your cheeks as you felt your movements slowing. Your chest shuddered with the weight of everything and you slumped against something hard.

You were breathing as best as you could, but every breath felt like a sword to your lungs. Someone said something or …something–you didn’t know and you didn’t care to.

Your vision was blurry, there were tears in your eyes, and someone moved toward you. You couldn’t tell who it was–you tried speaking, but only wheezing came. You felt something soft and cold press against your lips and all at once, you felt your spirit lifting. Your eyes shot open and you weren’t sure if you were dreaming or recalling a memory from a past life.

No, you had to be dreaming, because you knew this person. Years ago you knew everything about him and he knew everything about you, but you’d never been with him like this–though you had imagined it on some nights when he'd fall asleep across from you and you couldn’t help the urge to study his facial features. Tracing up every curve, trying to encode it into your brain as if you’d be tested on how long his neck was or what shape his mouth formed when he wasn’t speaking.

His shyness brought something out of you, a side to yourself you would have never known existed if you hadn’t met him. If you’d never met Spencer…that’s what it felt like now, because the Spencer you once knew never looked so heartbroken. You smiled as best you could, his face was so close to yours, his breath breathing air into your mouth.

You reached out and wiped one of the tears that escaped his eyes. Thank you, your gaze seemed to try conveying. You hoped he understood how thankful you were to see his face one last time, right before everything went black.

She had found him.

And he had given her up.

Once more, she found him.

And he would never let her go again.

a/n: again sorry for the super late valentines day post!!

@darkmatilda @theylovemelody @kennedy-brooke

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strawberrynightmere · 3 months ago

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andrew graves x reader, who broke up with him during the time he was trapped in the apartment because of how he kept ditching her for ashley, so we got fed up and ended it. a little while later, he escaped and goes looking for us and finds us, breaking into our home only to find us having a make out session or like mid sex with some random guy and gets all angry and jealous, threatening to kill the guy if he doesn’t leave. and then it resorts to smut, and he ends up killing that random guy after he’s done with us 🙂‍↕️

Not Over Yet [Yandere Andrew Graves X Female Reader]

TW⚠️: yandere tendencies, canon divergence, breakup, stalking, murder, non-con, smut/nsfw/nsft/18+, reader is not taking place of anyone, female reader,my writingn, etc.

A/n: I'm taking a backseat on writing Julia!reader, though I have one more Julia!reader request to write.

"Again, seriously!?" You ask in disbelief as Andrew has canceled your plans again! And why would that be?

"Can't Ashley just drag Julia to this shit since they're dating!" Right, he was ditching you for whatever load of bull Ashley was pulling.

"They're not talking to each other right now." Gee, you wonder why.

"Ugh. Forget it!" That's the last thing you said before leaving.

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

"This isn't working out." You said with all the courage you could muster up.

"What isn't working?" You had a feeling he knew what you were going to say. You take a deep breath before answering, "This. Us. We're not working out."

There's silence on the other end of the phone. You bite your bottom lip, begging in your mind for him to understand. You know very well he won't.

"I know the quarantine has been a pain in the ass, but it's not a good reason to break up."

"It's not the quarantine! I had enough time to think, and I realized that I don't want to do this anymore." Again, silence on the other end. It's really unsettling.

"No."

"Andrew, I'm serious. I can't do it anymore." You didn't let him get one word in as you continued. "I can't be with someone who puts me in last place." There is no reply.

"This is for the best. Goodbye, Andrew." And you hung up. A moment passes while you stand still, eyes sting with tears that are threatening to pour out at any given moment. Sniffing could be heard as it came from you.

You collapse on your bed, and all the feelings you've bottled up just break out. You spent a part of the day crying.

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

"Go flirt with him!" A friend pressured you to talk to a random guy at the club.

It's been a month th since you broke up with Andrew, and now your friends finally got you to go clubbing with them, despite the fact you all had classes in the morning.

After some pushing, with a little help from alcohol, you were finally able to go up to the guy one friend pressured you to.

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

Hooking up was not something you initially planed, you wanted to at least get his number and talk, but this isn't half as bad.

Making out on your bed as you feel his hands going up your dress.

*Thunk!*

The guy collapsed on top of you, and I the moment of your confusion, you see someone standing above you holding a cleaver. Once you realized it was an angry Andrew that just broke into your apartment, you were going to scream, but he covered your mouth.

"Not a word." He threatened.

Andrew removes the unconscious guy from you and drags him out the door. You assume someone is outside your apartment, as Andrew says something before coming back in.

The whole time, you have been afraid to move.

"Care to explain what the fuck that was about?" Andrew asked as he pinned you down.

"Were you seriously going to cheat on me?" His grip on you tightened.

"Andrew, we broke -"

"Shut up!" He cut you off.

"We. Are. Not. Fucking. Over." As he said that, Andrew started biting and sucking on your neck and collarbone. He raised the hem of your dress and exposed your underwear.

You really shouldn't feel turned on by this.

Andrew stopped biting your neck once he took off your underwear. Holding your thighs apart, he starts to aggressively lick your clit. Every time you felt his wet muscle drag itself there, your mind goes a bit crazy.

You ended up squirting over his face.

"So quickly." He said. "You were as deprived as I was." That's unfortunately true. There was only so much that phone sex and your fingers could do.

Before you know it, Andrew had his pants down and was thrusting his dic into you like a wild animal.

And you were loving it.

Digging your nails on his back as you feel him hit that was gonna make you cum. And with the final hit, you came.

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

Waking up to a headache and aggressive doorbell ringing, you use your pillow to somehow get out of Andrew's hold and adjust your clothes.

You opened the front door and it was one of your friends who was ringing the doorbell.

"Sooo? How did it go?"

"Well, we were in the middle of it.... and then his girlfriend called." You lied.

"What an asshole." And she bought it.

"Anyway, I kicked him out, then drank a bit, and then passed out." You continued with your lies.

"You poor thing."

"I think I'm gonna skip my classes today." That is the only truth you said in this conversation.

"Honestly, I would too if my night turned out like that." You bid each other goodbye.

When you closed the door, Andrew was standing there.

"How did you sleep?" You asked. Andrew just grunted and hugged you.

A/n: And that's all folks!

#tcoaal x reader #andrew graves x reader #yandere andrew graves #x female reader #female reader

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wosospacegirl · 29 days ago

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Legally binding - Part 3

Summary: Alexia Putellas didn’t plan to become anyone’s legal guardian. But a very determined 12-year-old with a forged Barça contract has other ideas—and she’s already moved in.

Warnings: Alexia and the kid argue again; Alexia wishes she could just drop the kid off at her mom's house, and apparently, twelve-year-old kids are learning about reproduction in science class.

Word count: 6.8k

Legally binding masterlist here

Alexia woke to pressure at her feet. Something heavy and warm, she was still half-asleep when she shifted and kicked it gently, assuming one of her pillows.

She frowned and opened her eyes, being hit by the morning light coming out of the windows. Then she lifted the duvet.

She saw a head.. A tiny and messy-haired head.

The girl.

She was wearing that familiar too tight pyjama top.

Alexia sat up slowly and stared, unsure if she was still dreaming. For a moment, she had even forgotten what happened, had forgotten about the girl, but there she was curled up at the foot of the bed.

Her position looked uncomfortable, she was lying sideways with one arm dangling off the edge of the bed, her head was turned into an awkward angle.

She looked small. And for a few seconds, Alexia could only sit there, blankly trying to catch up to the sigh in front of her. Alexia just wasn’t expecting it to happen, although she had, and still did, get into her mother's bed when the world was too much to handle.

Although Eli, Alexia’s mom, had chosen to have her, Alexia didn’t appear in her mom's living room, saying she was now her guardian.

Alexia dropped back into the bed with a groan, burying her face in one of the pillows. Maybe she could sleep a bit more, forget this was all happening, pretend she was the only one living in the house.

But she just couldn't, her mind kept circling back to what was happening in her life.

There was a kid in her bed. Her bed.

Was she her kid? Alexia still wasn't sure. All she knew was that it was her real life now, she had to get used to it, just for a little while, at least.

The girl stirred and stretched her arms above her head, then she sat up like it was the most common thing in the world…waking up in the bed of Alexia Putellas.

“Buenos días,” [good morning] she mumbled.

Alexia turned her head slightly.

“Hi,” Alexia said simply.

The girl rubbed her eyes and blinked at the other side of the room.

“That's your bathroom?” she asked, pointing at the door to the right of the bed.

“Uh... yeah?”

“Great,” the girl said, hopping off the bed and walking to the bathroom.

Alexia just lay there, still in her sheets and staring at the ceiling. Her brain was trying to decide if she should laugh, scream, or go back to sleep.

She just lost her bathroom privacy to a child. Great.

Alexia should be getting up soon, she had training in two hours. Hell, she had a routine that she was supposed to be starting right now.

First, she had to do her morning stretching and work out; after that, she had to drink a lot of water while listening to the news, then she had to go over some tactile stuff Romeu had sent her, all that before her morning training at the training ground.

But now she had a twelve-year-old in her en suite bathroom. And she didn’t know what to do with her. It was like her life had gone completely out of her control.

Even when she did her ACL and she had to rely on others for absolutely everything, she still had more control over her own life than right now.

As if the girl sensed Alexia's spiralling thoughts, she reappears from the bathroom, looking much more awake than Alexia, that was for sure.

The kid paused in the doorway, her eyes looking at the bed, at the spot she was sleeping minutes ago, then she looked at Alexia, eyes wide, waiting…like she wasn't sure she was allowed to speak.

“Do you need anything ?” Alexia asked, forcing a smile on her face.

“I... uh... slept in your bed last night,” she said, her voice low and unsure. “Sorry about that,”

“Yeah, I noticed,” Alexia said. “I didn’t see you coming in, or else I would have, hm, given you a pillow, I gue,ss.”

The girl looked at the floor. There was something in her, something that hadn't been there before. Or at least, Alexia hadn’t noticed before. As if the girl had grown nervous overnight..

Alexia watched her closely. Alexia wasn't the best at reading emotions, but it felt like the girl had a hint of embarrassment. on her face, but it was so subtle that it could have been missed.

The kid had never looked embarrassed before…Not when she broke into her apartment. Not when she revealed Alexia had ‘adopted her’

“Well…” the kid started, lifting her eyes to look at Alexia, her cheeks turning pink. “You turned off the lights.”

Alexia blinked, feeling slightly taken aback. “Oh, you don't like that? The dark, I mean.”

The girl shook her head. “It scares me,” she admitted. “I woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't see anything. It felt like I was back at the orphanage.”

The words hit Alexia like a slap to the face. She hadn't expected that. She obviously didn't think when she left a kid in a completely dark room. Her mami would always light a night light for her and Alba when they were little, maybe Alexia could do the same next time?

“Oh,” Alexia said softly, “I didn't know. I'm sorry... hm, maybe we can keep them on if you like?”

The girl shrugged.

“It's okay,” she murmured. “I found your room, it wasn't so scary anymore.”

The kid said it like it was the most natural solution, as if going to Alexia’s bed in the middle of the night was the right thing to do when she felt scared

Alexia didn't know what to say. But something about it lingered. Alexia had never been the one people went to when they were scared; she was the one people went to when they needed a word of comfort (football-related) or when they needed to know in what area they needed to get better at to become a great player.

She had never been held to a standard of being someone's safe haven. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing; Alexia was happy that she could help the kid somehow, but it still felt like another weight she had to carry.

Was this weight normal? Did all parents feel that? Did her mom feel that when Alexia was born and she was suddenly responsible for a new life?

The omelette was in the pan, and the warm scent of butter and eggs was filling the kitchen with a smell Alexia knew very well. It had become one of her favourite scents. It meant a new day was starting, a new start over, a new beginning for Alexia.

Alexia loved mornings ever since she was a kid. She also always made omelette, so it was nice that at least one aspect of her life was still the same.

She hummed quietly under her breath and was focusing on not burning her breakfast...Well, their breakfasts.

But then Alexia heard it: footsteps in the hallway. They were very quick, as if in a hurry.

“Bye!” The word barely registered at first.

Bye?

Alexia she turned off the stove, and stepped out of the kitchen just in time to see the girl by the front door, one hand was already on the knob.

Alexia moved fast, stepping in front of it. Her arms were already crossed, and her jaw tensed.

“Bye?”Alexia said in disbelief.. “Where exactly do you think you're going?”

“La Masia,” the girl replied, as if it was obvious. “I have training today…I can still only go once a week, but once you sign me up for the academy, I can go every day.”

And then, the kid just smiled and reached for the door again.

Alexia didn't budge. “No. You're not going anywhere.”

The girl blinked up at her. “Huuhh? Why not? I got my shoes and everything?”

“Because you're twelve,” Alexia said, brows raised. “You can't just walk out of the house like that.”

The girl tilted her head, looking confused. “I told you, Ale, you don't need to parent me. I just need a place to stay and someone to register me for La Masia. That's it.”

Ale. She had never called her that before. Just Alexia.

The girl just stood there, smiling like she couldn't possibly understand why Alexia wasn't going along with this plan, her plan.

Alexia rubbed her temples, trying to bring down an urge to scream. The kid was stubborn. No, persistent. That was the word. Definitely better than stubborn.

When the girl tried the doorknob again, Alexia placed a hand on it, firm.

“No,” she said again. “Absolutely not. First of all, you can't just walk into La Masia with no guardian papers. Second, this city is dangerous. Third…”

She took a breath, trying not to lose her temper.

“....You're twelve. You don't even know where the nearest store is, let alone how to use public transportation by yourself.”

“But I have been on the metro before!” the girl said proudly. “Well, it was only once, but I know my way around, I can read those metro maps to find my way.”

“That’s not the point.”. Alexia raised her voice slightly, The kid couldn’t possibly think that the only survival skill she needed was to know how to read metro maps.

“The point is that you can't just go running off on your own, okay?” Alexia continued and began to walk around in the living room while the kid just stood there, watching her. “

“I'm responsible for you now. That means you don't leave this house without me knowing where you are, end of story.”

The girl immediately dropped herself onto the sofa dramatically, as if she had just been wounded by Alexia. Then she sat back and crossed her arms, a pouting on her face. “You're being overdramatic.”

Alexia froze.

Overdramatic?

Alexia slowly turned to face the girl, eyes narrowing.

“I'm being what?” she asked, voice dangerous, the same one her mom used to use on her when Alexia was the one sneaking out to play football with some neighbours.

The girl shrugged, looking bored..

Alexia could feel it. Her patience was already wearing thin.

“You're being all 'parenty,'” the girl said as if Alexia wanting to protect her from getting abducted was some sort of overreaction.

“I'm independent, Alexia, I’ve been on my own for a very long time, I know how to take care of myself.”

Alexia sighed. Right, yeah, of course, a little kid would know how to ‘take care of herself’.

“No, you don’t,” Alexia said sternly “I don’t care if you think you are street-smart enough to move around Barcelona alone. From now on, you aren’t leaving anywhere without an adult.”

“You are not the boss of me!” The girl said, her voice extremely angry, which matched the frown on her face. “You can’t just ruin my plans like that!!”

Alexia looked at the girl. Well, now who was overreacting?

The kids' cheeks were turning red, if she were a few decades older, Alexia would be concerned about her bursting a vein on her forehead.

For a second, Alexia genuinely considered letting her go.

Just opening the door, waving goodbye, and letting the kid see for herself how much of a mess and unsafe the world could be.

But no. She pulled herself together, took a deep breath through her nose.

Guardian, she was a guardian. She was the responsible adult here, not the kid. The girl was too small and her feelings were just too big.

But if this kid thought she was old enough to manage everything, then fine. Alexia would be honest, at least.

“Look,” she said, kneeling in front of her. “I didn't ask for this either. I didn't ask for a kid to show up on my doorstep and make me responsible for her entire existence.”

The girl frowned even more, clearly not enjoying the direction the conversation was going.

“I was just getting home after training…”Alexia said, gesturing vaguely. “And then you showed up, and now I have a small human thinking she can go out and play football without so much as a lunchbox!”

The girl's expression changed.

“Okay, okay, ” the kid said. “We can get a lunch box and then I’ll go to La masia, how does that sound?”

Alexia blinked. Then dragged both hands down her face. It was going to be a long morning.

“Have you listened to anything I just told you?” Alexias asked tiredly.

“I did listen to you,” the girl replied, crossing her arms. “But I feel like you're the one not listening to me.”

Alexia started, exasperated. “How am I not listening to you? We’re having a conversation, I am talking to you.”

“You just don’t listen!” The kid said. “I have told you my plan, but when I try to do something about it, you are just like ‘no, no, no and no’... You don’t let me do anything!”

“I don’t let you do anything on your plan because it is not a plan.” Alexia snapped, sounding harsher than she meant, “Plans are realistic, they have reasonable steps you can take, what you have is a dream, dreams are not plans.”

The girl looked at Alexia, betrayed.

“You said in that interview that you supported every child’s dream, and that you wished all of us kids would make our dreams come true! And now you’re saying my dreams are just dreams!”

“I never said that your dreams are just dreams,” Alexia said slowly. “I said that dreams need realistic plans, and that your plan is not realistic.”

“You didn’t say that.” The girl rolled her eyes.

Briefly, Alexia imagined driving to her mother's house and just dropping the girl off.

No explanation. No warning. Just let her mom think the kid had chosen her instead of Alexia. Maybe she would believe it. Well, Eli would be a way better mom, or guardian, than Alexia, that was for sure.

“Look, if you insist, you can drop me off, okay?” the girl offered. “I don't mind.”

Alexia was seconds from losing it.

“What part of 'you are not going to La Masia today' did you not understand?" she asked, rising to her full height, hands on her hips now.

The whole gentle parenting attempt had clearly failed. Miserably. Maybe Alexia should try…rough parenting, instead? Was there such a thing? She should buy some parenting books, maybe that would help.

“You can’t just prohibit me from going,” the girl insisted. “I’m good enough, and, as much as you don’t like it, I have things figured out, you know? I just need you to register me full- time and things will work out.”

“Oh yeah,” Alexia muttered, throwing her arms in the air. “So you're telling me that you, a kid, have it all figured out. Meanwhile, I'm just a clueless adult trying to stop you from becoming the next missing child in Barcelona."

“You're not a clueless adult,” the girl replied, her face had a very innocent and cute expression that made Alexia almost forget why she was mad in the first place. “You're just getting in the way–I need to be there at nine.”

“I'm getting in the way??!” Alexia's blood pressure was spiking, and the kid was to blame.

The girl simply nodded and sat up straighter on the sofa.

“I know the contract said you have to care for my well-being and health and stuff, but really, you don't have to, I’m independent.

Alexia rolled her eyes. Not this conversation again. It was like the kid discovered the word independent and was running with it. They had spent the last thirty minutes going over and over the exact same thing.

“Oh, you're independent, huh?" Alexia said, challenging. “Have you brushed your teeth yet? Have you packed something to eat during training? If you get hurt, who will La Masia call? Do you know my phone number?”

The girl opened her mouth to respond, then paused and closed it again. Finally, realisation settling in her face, because right. She didn’t have it all figured out.

Alexia sighed, pressing two fingers to the bridge of her nose. “You're not going to La Masia,” Alexia said her voice firm. “Not today. We need to figure things out first.”

The girl's eyes widened. “Are you serious?”

“Yes”, Alexia said. “You don't have any school papers. You don't have a guardian note. You don't have– nothing! Not even a proper ID on you!”

The girl looked down, sadness growing on her face as she slowly realised that becoming a professional footballer wasn’t just about kicking a ball around.

When Alexia thought the girl had finally learned that her lesson, that this whole plan was not so easy, the girl opened her mouth again.

“So…can I go tomorrow, at least? I can take a taxi if you don’t want me taking the metro.” She looked up at Alexia, eyes big.

There was a moment of silence.

“You're going to give me grey hairs,” Alexia muttered finally, shaking her head and giving up on the whole parenting thing.

The girl didn't miss a beat. “You already have one.”

Alexia stared, deadpan. “Go set the table. Now.’

“Ughhh, fine.”

The girl pushed herself off the sofa and walked into the kitchen, grabbing two plates and setting them on the table. Alexia returned to the stove, her hands slightly trembling.

She stared down at the omelette.

Was this what parenting was? She had asked that question at least a thousand times, and it was barely nine am.

But is it? Is that what parenting is about? Explaining the obvious? Repeating yourself? Arguing with someone who thought you were the one being unreasonable?

She reached for the spatula with a sigh.

Apparently yes. Yes, it was.

As they sat down to eat, Alexia knew she had to take control of the situation. The morning had already spiralled far past her comfort zone, and if there was one thing she could do was set some rules.

“First rule,” she began as she served the omelette.

“Wait, wait!” the girl interrupted, hopping up from her chair and walking to her room, well, Alexia’s guest bedroom.

“I need to write it down, or else I’ll forget,” she called back. “Sister Maria always made me write rules like…fifty times.”

Well, Sister Maria didn’t sound very fun.

The girl returned moments later with crayons and a single piece of paper clutched in her hand.

Alexia leaned closer to inspect it and frowned.

“Hey!” she said, taking the paper gently from the girl’s grip. “Where did you get this? This is a prescription slip...you can’t draw on this!”

The girl froze as Alexia held it up. “Oh,” she said, startled. “I didn’t know it was an important paper.”

Her eyes dropped to the floor. There was something in her posture that once again made Alexia's chest ache. Alexia sighed, then she got up and walked over to the coffee table, and sifted through the mess until she found some other paper.

“Here,” she said, handing it to her. “You can draw or write on this, alright? I need the other one.”

“Okay,” the girl replied.

“Now sit back, please.”

The girl did as she was told.

She had a full plate of omelette in front of her, crayons on her left, and a glass of orange juice on her right. Alexia wasn’t sure how much vitamin C kids actually needed, but she made sure to fill the glass.

“Alright,” Alexia said, clearing her throat. “Back to the rules.”

She took a breath.

“Rule number one: Absolutely not leaving this house without me. Understand? You’re a kid, and this city is dangerous. I don’t care if you know the way to La Masia or not.”

The girl nodded reluctantly while writing it down in pink crayon.

“Rule two,” Alexia continued. “You can’t tell anyone about the guardianship. Not a single person. Okay? We need to keep this between us.”

“Why?” the girl asked, crayon paused mid-scribble.

Alexia hesitated, and her throat tightened. She couldn’t explain the truth, not yet.

Couldn’t say that the arrangement was only temporary. That in four months, if all went well, she wouldn’t be the kid’s legal guardian anymore. Pedro had promised it was just for the season.

Alexia opened her mouth, but then closed it. The words felt too heavy.

“Because I said so,” she said finally, forcing a smile. “Just… trust me on this.”

The girl nodded without protest, and that only made Alexia feel worse.

“Rule three,” she added. “You’re not going to La Masia until you’re registered in a school. You can’t play football full-time until that’s sorted.”

The girl sat up straighter. Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly. She put her crayon down with a bit more force than necessary.

“How am I going to play football if I’m going to be in school?” she whined. “I need to focus on football”

Yeah, me too, Alexia thought. I also need to focus on football.

But now? She was going to have to skip training to find a school for this kid.

Should Alexia choose the school with the best reputation or the one closest to home? What about a private one? Should she care more about the ambience of the school or how academically challenging it was? Her head already hurt.

“Look,” she said aloud. “Just because you want to play football doesn’t mean you can skip everything else. School’s part of everyone's life, and you’ll go, no arguing in that.”

“I’m not a kid!” the girl shot back, arms crossed tightly. “I’m twelve! I should be able to choose whether I want school or not.”

Alexia raised an eyebrow. This girl couldn't be serious right now.

“Twelve-year-olds are still kids,” Alexia said. “You get to choose a lot of stuff in life, school isn’t one of them.”

The girl slumped in her chair, grumbling under her breath. “That’s not fair.”

Alexia sighed again, leaning back. Alexia understood, she really did. This kid had probably been forced to grow up too fast, and she was probably not treated like a kid back at the orphanage.

“You know,” Alexia said gently, “footballers don’t just wake up and become footballers. You don’t skip all the hard stuff, you know? It takes discipline, work, and sacrifices, which means doing stuff you don’t want to do, like going to school.”

She just pouted. “This isn’t going how I thought it would,” she complained. “This is worse! way worse than I thought.”

Alexia blinked. Oh this is not how she wanted?

“Oh, you think this is bad? Did you think I wanted a kid to look after?” Alexia snapped, unable to hold back. “You think I woke up and said, ‘today’s a great day to be a parent? Let me go look for some kids!”

The girl flinched, and her eyes widened, before narrowing again.

“Well,” the girl said, “okay, no need to be harsh.”

Alexia rolled her eyes, but her chest softened. It wasn’t easy for the kid either, even if she was the one who put both of them in that situation. She did it out of despair, fearing she wouldn’t be able to follow her dream.

The kid--Y/n--as Pedro had told her, might act tough, but Alexia saw through it.

“Alright, alright, sorry” Alexia muttered, nudging the plate a little closer. “Now eat, and if you’re still hungry, take more.”

The girl stared at her, but then smiled in that cute way she did.

She picked up her fork and finally started eating, no more complaining about La Masia or school.

They didn't say anything during breakfast, but the silence wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable; it was nice, in some weird way.

They just sat there and enjoyed their breakfast like they hadn’t just yelled at each other.

Like they were... figuring it out.

This was ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous.

Y/n sat in the back seat of Alexia’s car with arms crossed tightly in front of her chest, her eyes fixed firmly on the window.

She had plans. Big plans. The kind of plans that ended with a Ballon d’Or by the time she turned fourteen. But getting dragged around to some school by Alexia wasn’t on her plans, absolutely not.

She was frustrated, and she barely knew what ‘frustrated’ meant. Maybe she could still get away; she could sneak off under the La Masia bleachers and hide and sleep there. At least she would be close to training.

School? School was a complete waste of time. No matter how important Alexia said it was.

“You can be mad all you want,” Alexia said. “But you’ll go to school next Monday, either you go to school, or you just don’t train at all.”

Y/n didn’t respond. She lifted her chin higher.

“That little contract of yours? It says I have to put you in school, or else I’ll get arrested.” Alexia tried again, wanting to get the girl to say something. She had been quiet ever since she and Pedro had taken the kid to get signed up for the Spain Academy for Girls.

Y/n’s fingers curled into fists in her lap.

Arrested? Good.

Maybe if Alexia went to jail, she would stop interfering and trying to ruin everything Y/n had so carefully planned.

“If that means I’ll finally have the freedom I was promised,” Y/n snapped, turning her head just slightly, “then yes. Go ahead, get yourself arrested.”

The sharpness in her voice surprised even her. Y/b didn’t like being rude. Didn’t like being ungrateful. Especially not to someone who had let her eat as many servings of dinner as she wanted.

But she was furious. No one was listening to her. No one understood that she didn’t want any of this. She just wanted to play football. That was it.

Alexia’s grip tightened around the steering wheel. Her gaze moved to the rearview mirror, locking eyes with Y/n for just a second before she looked away again.

“You weren’t promised any freedom,” Alexia said quietly. “You made that up in your head. Now you, well, we have to deal with the real consequences of this guardianship, Y/n.”

Y/n. There it was again. She hated it when Alexia used her name. Her real name. She preferred kid. But now? Now, Alexia had gone through her file, she knew her real name, and her story, possibly her medical records as well.

Y/n just wanted to get out of the orphanage and become something. That was her goal, her plan and her dream.

And it had been a good plan, too; it was structured.

She had just picked the wrong adult to drag into it. She should have chosen someone who didn’t care if she was in school, someone who wouldn’t bother about paperwork or rules.

“I still don’t like it,” she muttered, turning her chin up stubbornly. “This whole school thing.”

Alexia didn’t miss a beat.

“It’s okay,” Alexia said, her voice dry. “You don’t have to like it, you just have to go.”

“I don’t want it,” Y/n said while shaking her head, her mouth in a pout, Alexia had come to recognise it as her normal response to being told what to do.

Alexia held up the strawberry-print pyjamas again, this time closer to the girl’s face, as if she could see the tiny fruits on it, she would like it.

“Please? This is the fifth one I have shown you. You need clothes, ones that fit you.”

“No.”

Right after registering her for the school (a private school) Alexia had called Romeu to say she wouldn’t make it to training. He had sounded nervous, because she never missed training. But when Alexia said it was for ‘personal reasons’ he didn’t push.

Now here she was, in the middle of a kids’ clothing store in the mall, trying (and failing) to convince her twelve-year-old to pick out anything.

“Why not?” Alexia asked, exasperated. “This one is soft and cute. The one you have is too small, it barely covers your ankles!”

“Mine fits just fine,” Y/n said. “I can still wear it.”

“Por Dios, why are you so stubborn?” Alexia let out a quiet groan.

Then, a sales assistant appeared. “Hello! Can I help you two with anything today?”

It was kind of funny, actually, how fast Y/n transformed into a shy kid; she was ducking behind Alexia’s side like it was a safe place,

Apparently, she didn’t like strangers. Alexia wasn’t sure how she had managed to trust her so quickly.

“Hi!” Alexia greeted “I’m just trying to get some clothes for this one,” she added, nodding at Y/n, “but she doesn’t seem to like anything. Do you have more options?”

Y/n pinched her in the side for that comment. Alexia ignored it.

“Of course,” the salesgirl said and gestured toward the other section of the store. “We’ve got some great stuff for preteens over here. That age is difficult, right…”

“Oh, you’re telling me,” Alexia muttered.

The woman led them to more clothing racks and then went away.

Alexia flipped through the rack and pulled out a navy-blue pyjama set with a whale on the front. It looked warm and cozy. Good.

“Look, this one’s cute…and it’s fleece-lined, so you would be warm.”

“I don’t want it,” Y/n snapped, this time sharper than before.

“Okay. What’s going on?” Alexia frowned and lowered the hanger.

Y/n looked down at her shoes and then to the side. “I just... I don’t have any money with me right now,” she whispered.

“What?” Alexia was so confused right now, she barely knew what to say or what to do.

Y/n moved her feet, not meeting Alexia’s eyes. “I said I don’t have money.”

“And?...”

“To pay for it,” Y/n mumbled. “I’m the one who’s gonna wear it.”

“Wait, you thought you had to pay for it?” If this were the case, then her attitude made sense. The kid wasn't just being grumpy.

Y/n shrugged like it was obvious. “Yeah?”

For a second, Alexia just looked at her. “Nena… you’re a kid, you don’t pay for things like this…It’s my job.”

“But I’m the one who needs it,” Y/n said quickly, arms crossing again. “So it should come from me.”

Alexia crouched a little to meet her eye, holding the pyjamas gently between them. “Look, I know you’re used to handling things on your own. I get it. But this? This isn’t one of those things, yeah? Taking care of you, it’s not some sort of favour. It’s just... being responsible for someone, alright?”

Y/n’s eyes moved to hers for a split second before darting away again.

“You don’t owe me anything for pyjamas, okay? Or food. Or school. That’s on me now.”

Y/n didn’t answer. But she didn’t argue either. She just stood there.

Alexia gave the pyjama a gentle wiggle. “So... do we hate the whales, or can I take this one to the register?”

Y/n rolled her eyes but didn’t move.

“The strawberries were better,” she said shyly.

Alexia grinned. “Good, I liked that one better, too.”

After the pyjamas, Alexia led her into another store, this one for everyday clothes. She was hoping that now that the ice had cracked a little, Y/n might actually help pick things out.

She wasn’t saying no to everything anymore, which was progress. But she wasn’t saying yes, either. Just quietly trailing behind, hands in her pockets, eyes darting across racks without landing on anything.

Alexia held up two jackets. One was a deep forest green, while the other was bright pink and puffy.

“Okay,” Alexia said. “So you like this one–” she shook the green one lightly, “-or this one?”

She looked over to find Y/n staring up at her with the biggest, roundest eyes. Then on the jackets. Then back at her.

She said nothing. Not a nod, not a shrug, just silence...again.

Alexia lowered both jackets slightly. “Nena? You can pick, you know. I’m not gonna be mad, it would actually help me a lot if you told me what you like.”

Then she finally spoke.

“I don’t know what I’m supposed to want.”

The words hit harder than Alexia expected.

“You’re not supposed to want anything. Just… pick what you like, what you think is pretty.”

Y/n’s mouth pressed into a tight line. She didn’t answer, but she did point at the pink one.

Alexia smiled. “Yayy!” she said, a little too enthusiastically. “Okay, this one’s warm, good for the weather this season.”

She folded the jacket over her arm and gently took Y/n’s hand, leading her toward the shirt section now. “I’ve never been in one of these,” the girl said suddenly.

Alexia glanced at her. “Where? This mall? Me neither–”

“No. A store,” Y/n clarified. “I’ve never been in a store.”

Alexia paused. “Wait, never?”

The girl shook her head. “It’s confusing. And big. And it has… a lot of stuff. At the orphanage, we just got clothes…we didn’t pick. I don’t know how to pick.”

Seeing her look so small, so unsure, did something strange to Alexia’s chest. She would take grumpy, stubborn Y/n over this quiet, unsure version of her any day.

“That’s okay,” Alexia said gently. “I’ll show you how to pick. Come here.”

Y/n took a step closer, watching her carefully.

“First, you think about what you need,” Alexia explained, flipping through hangers. “You need everything, but right now we’re looking for everyday shirts. It’s autumn, so we want clothes that are warm, but not too warm.”

The girl tilted her head slightly, paying attention, and for the first time since they had started this guardianship, Alexia felt like Y/n was really listening.

“This one’s a good example,” Alexia said, holding up a long-sleeved black shirt. “It’s simple, it goes with everything, and you can wear it when it’s chilly. If it gets colder, you can just put a jacket over.”

“So…” Y/n said slowly, “…think about the weather first?”

Alexia grinned. “Exactly. That’s a good place to start.”

Y/n nodded, then she pointed at another shirt, a navy blue one with, it had stars all over.

Alexia didn’t say anything; she just added it to the bag. They continued shopping, and it was easier now.

The girl was still quiet, but she started pointing at the things she liked. It wasn’t much, but it was something. And for Alexia, that was more than enough.

By the time they reached the checkout, they had managed to get seven shirts, two jackets, two pairs of pants, two pairs of shoes and one more pyjama set (thank God! This one had the barça logo in it) and some socks.

It wasn’t everything the kid needed, not even close, but Alexia didn’t want to overwhelm her. Baby steps, maybe she could bring her back another day.

Afterwards, Alexia decided that they should eat. They sat down to eat at one of Alexia's favourite restaurants, and Alexia ordered her usual salad without even thinking, but then she looked at the girl.

“What do you want?”

Y/n stared up at the menu board confused. Her eyes darted from item to item.

“Hmm…” She looked at Alexia, then back at the menu . “I don’t know. hm… whatever you’re having?”

Alexia raised an eyebrow, amused. “Salad? You want salad?”

Y/n hesitated, then smiled sheepishly. “Not really.”

“I didn’t think so. What about some pasta?” Alexia smiled. “ And we’ll get a little salad on the side. Sounds good?”

The girl tilted her head like she was considering, but she nodded slowly. Alexia watched her as she turned her attention back to the table, running her finger along the edge. It struck Alexia again, like it had back in the store, just how much this girl had gone without what she needed.

Not just clothes or choices, but small things. Like being asked what she wanted for lunch.

And god, she was just a kid.

A kid who had forged a contract because she wanted to be a footballer so badly that she had tricked a stranger into becoming her legal guardian.

Alexia still didn’t know what to do with that. Or how she was going to tell her the truth, that she wasn’t going to stay with Alexia much longer.

The truth was: Alexia wasn’t fit to keep her.

Alexia knew nothing about raising a kid. She didn’t even remember to feed them properly; they were having lunch at 3 pm, because she had lost track of time and the girl hadn’t reminded her.

Probably didn’t think she was allowed to?

Sure, Alexia had bought the girl clothes, but none of them actually matched, because she had just let the girl point at things, she didn’t have the heart to say no when an item looked…too much.

So now the sneakers didn’t go with the pants, the jackets didn’t match with half the shirts. But Y/n had looked… proud, almost, when she handed them over. And Alexia wasn’t going to ruin that.

And then…

Fuck

The books. The school book, and the uniform.

Alexia’s stomach sank, and she even put her salad aside. She had forgotten to buy them. How was she supposed to be responsible for a child when she couldn’t even manage a damn shopping list?

She was a disaster. As a parent. As a guardian. Whatever label people wanted to put on it, she wasn’t cut out for it.

When they got home, Alexia was carrying what felt like a hundred shopping bags, her arms sore, and her fingers red from the handles digging into her skin.

Not even the kid got away with it, Y/n was holding the stack of brand new schoolbooks, her body was slightly bent under the weight.

“Put them on the table,” Alexia said, closing the door behind them and dumping the bags on the sofa with a tired sigh.

Alexia stared at the mess for a moment: shirts, pants, jackets, shoes, socks…everywhere. She was going to have to organise it all. Probably fold it and fit it into the girl’s wardrobe somehow.

It wasn’t even that much, not really, but Alexia had never folded clothes this small before.

Behind her, Y/n dropped the textbooks onto the dining table, groaning as she shook out her arms. “How much reading does this school want me to do?” she asked, staring down at the books.

“A lot, apparently,” Alexia muttered, rubbing her forehead.

Y/n flipped one of the books open, frowned at the text, then looked up at Alexia, her face scrunched.

“How am I supposed to play football with this many pages to do?”

Alexia rolled her eyes and walked past her toward the kitchen.

“Forget about football for a moment, yeah? We have got other things to focus on.”

There was a pause, just a second. “You have other things to focus on. I don’t.” Y/n said sharply

Alexia stopped.

Turned halfway around.

She didn’t like that tone, not the words exactly. She also didn’t like that they were circling back to football again, for what felt like the seventh time that day.

“Alright,” Alexia said, voice tight. “Don’t use that tone. It’s not nice.”

Y/n didn’t say anything, she just stared at her, her arms were arms crossed in a very defiant way

Alexia took another deep breath.

She wasn’t good at this, at talking to kids, at parenting, at figuring out when to push and when to let things go. And today? Today, she felt like she was doing everything wrong.

Alexia crossed the room slowly,and rested a hand on the back of one of the chairs.

“I know football matters to you,” she said, more gently now. “But you’re still a kid. And school isn’t an enemy, it's not something that's in the way of your dream”

“But if I don’t work harder than everyone else at La Masia, I’ll fall behind, and be bad, bad at football! And then what?”

Alexia didn’t have an answer, at least not one the kid would accept. So instead, she pulled out the chair and sat down.

“Then we figure it out,” she said. “Together.”

Y/n looked at her for a moment, and for a second, Alexia thought she might say something. But instead, the girl just nodded once, and looked away.

Alexia let out a small sigh of relief..

“Good,” she said, voice firmer now. “Now you can start your homework.”

Y/n’s eyes went wide. “Homework??”

“Sí,” Alexia replied, already heading back to the pile of shopping bags. “Science. Page thirty. The school sent me an email, they said you could get a head start on the work you missed while you were at the orphanage.”

Y/n picked up the textbook and flipped to page thirty, putting it down at the table.

She looked at the words for a moment, eyebrows knitting together, then she cleared her throat and began to read aloud.

“In this section, we are going to study how reproduction works and–”

Alexia’s face went completely red as she ran forward, snatched the book from Y/n’s hands and slammed it shut.

“Actually,” she stammered, trying to put the science book aside, “go study Spanish.”

Y/n frowned. “Spanish?”

“Sí, Spanish. Page twelve. The one with conjugations.”

Y/n hesitated, then shrugged and picked up the Spanish workbook. Alexia sank into her chair across from her, exhaling very hard.

Well, at least that crisis was prevented.

A/n: Hope you guys liked it <3

Part 4

#woso fanfic #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas imagine #alexia puttelas x platonic reader #woso x platonic!reader #legally binding

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pikasigh · 21 days ago

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MY HERO BOYS and pre-dating headcannons

a/n : helloooo! first post, new account. happy to be writing again. PLEASE let me know if you want a part 2 with pros, or the girls as well! thankyou for reading, keep an eye out for more ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

proofread?: yes!

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˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗IZUKU MIDORIYA

- on that first day, he saw you. your shoulder was leaning slightly against the wall where your desk was, your pencil scribbling something in your notebook. he saw you immediately. the first day. he was yours, and you didn’t even know it.

- though, this fact doesn’t certainly mean he becomes fully head over heels for you. ar first, he pushes the admiration down. he tries to denounce it as the fact that you’re just such a good hero. he tries to tell himself that it’s no different from his admiration for all might. Which, it is. it’s very different.

- it does take him a while to realize this. maybe a few months to realize that you’re a pretty clumsy fighter. you aren't perfect, he knows this because he’s watching you so closely. you’re taking wrong steps, you aren’t using your quirk in the way his brain calculates. and the fact that he notices this just shows how in love with you he is.

- he doesn’t write about you in his notebook. infact, he stays far away from doing so. he knows that the moment he flips to your page in his notebook, he’ll feel his stomach do flips and won’t be able to focus on studying technique.

- when he starts talking to you, he leaves a little separate note in his notes app about all the things you like. everyone knows izuku is so damn determined all the time. hes determined to make you his. even if hes all innocent and quiet about it.

- he likes making you laugh. and half of the time you laugh, it’s mostly something he does on accident. izuku isn’t necessarily a hilarious guy, but his slip ups make you giggle.

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗SHOTO TODOROKI

- the type of guy to try and act all nonchalant but secretly stays up at night, yearning for a delicate, romantic love.

- he really doesn’t notice you for the first time. for a long while. the first time he really saw you was in class. you leaned over, noticing something very wrong on his sheet. he must’ve had other things on his mind. But, you’re leaned over, your pretty eyes are glued on his paper with furrowed, confused brows.

- “I don’t think that’s right. Here..” you mumble, pushing your paper over for him to see.

- now how did ou even notice that? in his mind, you must’ve been thinking of him at the very least. right?

- maybe he’s just a lovesick freak. but that very day, after class, he’s asking you if you’re free.

- “Y/n…thank you for your help. Do you want to go somewhere?”

- headcannon that he’s just a hopeless romantic. but he has to keep that cold, nonchalant act. pun intended.

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ KATSUKI BAKUGOU

- katsuki hates this feeling you put in him. he hates the way his stomach turns when aizawa calls your name for roll call. he despises the urge he gets to look back when he hears your sweet voice mutter “Here” all tired.

- katsuki has felt this way for so long. hes kept it bottled up and quiet for so long. he still could pretend for his entire life. he doesn’t want to show this weakness.

- throughout the entire year, he tries to push it away. he manages to forget for a while, burying himself in music, training harder and picking up a fight with his ‘friends’ more often. he’s just waiting for somebody to question him, just so he can scream out all that anger.

- but god dammit, he can’t do this forever like he thought he could. the second he sees you trying to get close to anyone else, he could almost explote.

- forever, he’s been plotting to be yours. (even if he forced himself to forget you – but that doesn’t count). so how dare somebody else try and swoop in to take you away? how dare they?

- the next day, he swoops in.

- its slow and carefully calculated. he nudges ejirou persistently for your number, your anything. ejirou is clearly suspecting something, he can’t hide the smirk on his face.

- “Just shut up and give it to me! I just…need to do something.”

- when he finally gets it, he leaves you with one simple text.

- it’s katsuki. train tomorrow.

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ EJIROU KIRISHIMA

- from the very start, it was so obvious he had the biggest, fattest crush on you.

- he isnt as smooth as he thinks he is. hes attractive, so it gets him out of trouble. but, hell accidentally slip a “too-personal-for-friends” compliment in, smirking to himself after blurting it out. barely able to conceal how proud he is for how “smooth” that was. it wasn’t.

- it’s not cocky, just goofy, and it makes you blush. can you blame him? You’ree giving all the right signals! you’re blushing, resting your head in your palm and smiling as you thank him. so he did something right. just not the thing he thinks he did.

- “Yeah, I guess it was cool. Definitely not as cool as your counter attack! You looked pretty doing it, too.” with that proud smirk.

- his infatuation so blinds him that he doesn’t notice he just ratted himself out for the hundredth time.

- “Kiri, you think I looked pretty?’ you ask, tilting your head and looking so gorgeous while doing so.

- when he gets caught, he’s such a different story. his pretty red eyes widen, he stammers.

- “Well, uh– i mean, hey! cant a guy hype his friend up?”

- he was doing so much more than just “hyping you up”. but it wouldn’t be very manly to admit that he wanted to be draped over you.

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗DENKI KAMINARI

- nearly short circuited the moment you locked eyes for the first time.

- now, unlike ejirou, he’s much more forward than that.

- if you show up to class with your hair styled differently, or you’ve styled your uniform in a certain way, he’s the first person to call it out.

- if it’s just the start of your “relationship”, he’ll nudge you, smirking and giving you a sly wink. (he thinks hes slick as a fox).

- “lookin’ good, y/n.” with a dumb little giggle following.

- regardless of if you immediately reciprocate the feelings. hes like this anyways, forward, silly, always trying to see that beautiful smile on your face. everybody in class knows, and hes always getting teased for it. theres nothing funny to him, though, because he’s just so in love with you.

- if you two are closer, he’ll stand up, applaud and smile your way when you walk in class. for the love of god, you hate it so much. even if you really like denki, you just hate how unaware he is sometimes.

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ TENYA IIDA\

- he doesn’t beat around the bush much.

- he likes you. he finds this out pretty fast and theres no room for excuses. typical tenya, straigh to the point, organized, forward but still polite.

- he gives himself about two weeks. two weeks not to deny how he feels, or push you away. no, he’s rather accepting of how he feels with you. he is no stranger to the funny concept of love, he’s very familiar to the concept and has grown to live with the fact that someday, yes, he will become weak for one person. maybe its just because of how strongly he loved his brother.

- after the time he gives himself to think things over, he approaches you.

- he pushes his glasses up his nose bridge, furrows his brows as he steps towards you. but the moment he sees you, he softens.

- lightly, he taps your shoulder. he watches you straighten your uniform, as if expecting him to scold you. (he was going to, but after he asked you out).

- now that he doesn’t have to, he gives you a small not.

- “Y/n, i would like to take you out. Can i pick you up at six?”

#my hero academia #mha #mha x reader #mha x you #mha headcanons #headcanon #bakugou katsuki #izuku midoriya #shoto todoroki #katsuki bakugo x reader #shoto x reader #izuku midoria x reader #ejirou kirishima x reader #class 1a #writers on tumblr #headcannons

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coralinnii · 1 year ago

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Hi! How's it going?

Can I please request Leona, Riddle, Cater and Ace reacting to the reader wearing someone else's jacket?

‧₊˚✧New Jacket, Who Dis? ‧₊˚✧

↳ forgetting your jacket and wearing someone else’s

feat: Leona ❋ Riddle ❋ Cater ❋ Ace genre: humor, fluff note: no pronouns used for reader, reader is implied to be smaller than Floyd, nicknames used for reader (cutie, babe, baby), established relationships, reader is implied to be from Ramshackle,

I swear I will get these requests completed even if it kills me. Damn my tendency to go into hibernation during winter! Anyway, hope you guys enjoy the reading ^///^

Part 1 2.7k followers writing event

Leona has jackets?

I mean, you were sure Leona owns a plethora of high-end jackets and outerwear of the finest fabrics but be it a preference or perhaps too much of an effort, you rarely see the beastman wear anything other than a shirt and at best a dorm-mandated vest.

So, when you feel a chill down your spine on your way to class, the idea of asking your boyfriend for a jacket did not cross your mind. Can’t ask for what you’ve never seen.

A classmate of yours saw your pitiful form and offered you his school blazer. Something better than nothing, he thought.

Grateful, you were quick to take up his kind offer and practically snuggled your face into it for warmth. Now in a better mood, you got through the first half of the day and quickly made your way to the greenhouse where you suspect a certain lion beastman is hiding.

But it seems that said beastman wasn’t in high spirits as you were when with narrowed eyes and a clenched jaw, he raised his palm towards you signaling you to step no closer to him.

An unfamiliar scent unpleasantly wafted through Leona’s territory, and to his annoyance, you appeared to be the source of it.

No, not you…That wretched jacket.

Leona doesn’t have to ask. He can surmise the situation on his own, the weather was chilly, you being stupid enough to leave without something cozy, and some brave or stupid herbivore handing you something with his scent even though you were the partner of a beastman. Though irritating, logically this was not something surprising… but he doesn’t have to like it regardless.

And he doesn’t.

Pointing towards you, he further narrowed his gaze on the jacket that has tainted you with its irritating stench of another man. “Oi, take it off.”

Though confused, you did as he said (lest you want him even grumpier, you thought) and placed your friend’s jacket onto Leona’s outstretched hand.

Suddenly and without warning, the dark-haired upperclassman harshly tossed the fabric to a random direction, with such feelings of disgust and annoyance radiating off from Leona, you would think the jacket spat in his meal or something.

But no matter how many times you tried to ask for his reasons or how many times you begged him to let you go after pulling you into his arms so you could retrieve the abandoned jacket, Leona said nothing as he kept his grip strong around you as he fell asleep once more, lulled by your unobstructed scent.

“Ruggie can grab my jacket for you so quit harping about it…You feel bad for Ruggie for the trouble? Tch, who’s fault you think that is?”

Riddle’s appearance is perfect to a T. From his bow tie to his socks, the Heartslabyul housewarden chooses his attire to what is required; nothing is missing and nothing in excess.

Basically, he wouldn’t have a spare jacket nor can he part away from the required blazer of his school uniform despite how he honestly wanted to.

You understood his hesitance completely and didn’t probe further. Unfortunately, it left you noticeably shivering, and Floyd just had to mention your shivering form akin to a jittery guppy. Learning your predicament, the tall mischief-maker had a fun idea.

Which led to you finally leaving the classroom after Floyd finished his giggling fit seeing you looking practically devoured by his jacket. Floyd is a tall eel merman so the length of the sleeves and hem were certainly longer than an average uniform.

“Go ahead and wear it, just give it back later.” The sophomore graciously lent his jacket to you, but you suspected that he just wanted to prolong the humiliation.

At least you were grateful he wasn’t there to laugh at you when Riddle saw you in this mortifying position. The taller student would have probably coughed up his human lungs from laughing at your boyfriend's stunned expression.

“I…What is…” Riddle was dumbfounded. The sight of his beloved being swallowed by a jacket was not something he suspected. It is an amusing image to see, but definitely odd.

What’s the procedure for this? This was hardly appropriate school attire, but Riddle was stumped as to what to do next since he can’t think of a rule that addresses your lover being dressed in someone else’s jacket in a comical fashion.

Despite unable to complete his prior sentence, you knew what Riddle wanted to know. “…It’s Floyd’s. He thought it’d be funny.”

There was a burning sensation bubbling in Riddle when he thought about the Octavinelle rascal, how close and unnecessarily clingy he probably was to you as he took glee in his nonsensical pranks. Then, an unpleasant thought sat in the redhead’s mind as he watched you roll up the sleeves of Floyd’s jacket draped over your form. That eel gave you his jacket while Riddle, your boyfriend, didn’t.

"I supposed I should have expected this, given my choice."

Riddle let out a sigh before extending a hand to you, his face flushing a familiar red hue. “It may be redundant, but perhaps I could offer my own jacket? A warmer one at least, I wouldn’t want you to needlessly catch a cold.”

Happily, you took the sweet redhead’s offer. Walking together hand-in-hand, Riddle thought he could spare you a scolding about forgetting your jacket in the first place, so long as you rectify his mood by wearing his jacket instead.

“As your boyfriend it should be my duty to protect and care for you, no one else’s.”

Cater would have no problem with sharing his jacket with you, if he can take some cute pictures of course. His wardrobe has a mixture of trendy and cool clothing due to his time at the Pop Music Club. It wasn't a matter of what he could offer but rather his time to even give this offer.

It was today of all days that he couldn’t find time to himself since there were some last-minute preparations needed for the Unbirthday party. You felt too guilty and nervous to suddenly ask your boyfriend for a jacket in all this commotion, so you tried to handle the cold without one.

However, a classmate of yours was observant enough to notice your predicament and handed his jacket for the time being.

You’ve stuck around the Unbirthday party, waiting for the festivities to settle and relax before scanning through the crowd to find the man with a beautiful shade of orange hair.

But your boyfriend was quicker to find you as he surprised you first, covering your eyes from behind. “Guess who, cutie~?”

Laughing, you didn’t bother to answer as you immediately spun around to leap straight into Cater’s arms, to which Cater happily returned in kind.

“Looks like you got yourself some new threads. Almost couldn’t find you, cutie.” Referring to your newly acquired jacket, Cater could see the Heartslabyul emblem sewed onto its sleeve. Raising a quizzical brow, Cater questioned you, “Did you get it from the Adeuce duo?”

His guess was wrong though as you told him a classmate of yours offered you his jacket, pointing him in the distance with his friends. Well now, that’s interesting. If it were one of his or your friends, that’s fine and dandy…but a random classmate…

Cater genuinely appreciated that his little underclassmen are chivalrous enough to help their fellow peers, but he admits that it’s a little different when it involves you. You’re special to him after all and he gotta make sure only he gets to give you the best boyfie treatment.

With a smile on his face, Cater gently coaxed you out from the jacket before walking towards the oblivious student. “Let’s give him back his jacket, then we can head over to my room. I’ve got the perfect jacket for you to try out ♪”

“My cutie looks so ‘cammable in my jacket! This is definitely going on Magicam ♪ Oh, should we get matching couple outfits~?"

“Are you ever gonna stop sulking and tell me what’s wrong, Ace?”

“...”

It doesn’t matter how long you two were dating, Ace would tease you so much if you ask for his jacket, it’s almost not worth it. You could already hear the redhead’s cheeky voice in your head. “Aww, is my baby feeling cold? Do you need your amazing boyfriend to warm you up?”

Feeling a little petty and not in the mood for his teasing, you instead asked Deuce if he could spare his extra jacket for you. To your luck, he had his track team jacket on hand that he could offer to you.

Warm and cozy, you met up with Ace who, upon seeing you, unceremoniously draped himself over you as he let out a deep sigh. “Ahh, I was so cold today. Thank Sevens you’re so warm.”

Rolling your eyes affectionately, you wrapped your arms around him and rubbed his back soothingly. Glad you didn’t ask for his jacket, then.

But as Ace shifted around in your arms, he looked over your jacket from his angle and felt a sneaking suspicion that he had seen it before…but not on you. “Hey babe, where’d you get the jacket from?”

“Oh, it’s Deuce’s track team jacket. I borrowed it ‘cuz I forgot mine back at Ramshackle.”

Which led to this predicament in Ace’s room, with the pouty freshman giving you the cold shoulder. Granted, it’s rather cute to see your boyfriend react so childishly over a jacket, but you’d preferred some cuddles right about now.

But Ace kept on with his act. It may seem like an overreaction but to Ace, knowing that you asked for Deuce instead of him first left a sour taste in his mouth and a blow to his ego. He’s supposed to be your boyfriend, ain’t he?

You sighed, having no choice but to “right your wrong”, then.

Crawling to where your lover was, you leaned into the crook of his neck as your arms circled his waist. “Don’t be mad, I’m so cold and I need my strong, handsome boyfriend to warm me up with hugs~ Aaacceee…”

Still met with silence, you upped the ante and started to press small pecks against his neck where you felt were getting hot and bumpy from your touch. Hiding your satisfied smile, you continued your onslaught of praises and coos.

Damn you and your cuteness, he thought. Breaking his cold facade, Ace groaned in frustration as he pulled you into his arms, giving into the cuddles you wanted.

“If you need something, you’d better be thinking of me first before anyone else, especially Deuce. Have some faith in your boyfriend here.”

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cherrymoonmotel · 19 days ago

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Burning for you! (pt.1)

✧ au!firefighter!dean x small town!reader pt.2

✧they went to the same high school, he was a couple of years older. you left for college, he stayed. but now your back. and as luck would have it, you moved into an apartment right across the street from the fire station.

✧fluff, little bit of angst, double pov, use of y/n (nothing crazy in this one, setting it up for part 2...)

✧ w/c: 1.4k

The Diner

the bell on the door chimes as he steps into the diner. boots scuffed, soot still under his fingernails. it smells like coffee and grease, always the same, smells, people. he tips a nod to the waitress behind the counter, and then his eyes drift. almost un-intentionally, like they were being pulled against his own will. they land on the booth by the window.

they land on her.

she's sitting there. hair pulled up messy. in that lazy way girls do when they think no one is looking. a stack of resumes sit next to her on the table. a mug of half full coffee. her fingers drum lightly on the edge of the table. tapping to the beat of whatever was playing through the diner. her eyes looking out the window, like her mind was somewhere else.

dean almost didn’t recognize her. almost.

she lifts the mug to her lips and laughs at something the waitress says as she passes by her table. and thats when it hits him. who she was. that girl with the camera. two grades below him. always lingering in the art room after school. and now she's across from him. all the same and yet entirely different. a little older. sharper around the edges.

he doesn't go up to her. doesn't say anything. he orders his coffee and takes it to go. slipping out the front door.

The Window

the sun has almost set. but the sky still glows with lingering traces of orange. summer days stretching long and hot. her apartment window is cracked open. the cool evening breeze flows through her room, stirring the curtains. she's curled up with her laptop, tweaking her resume. again. when red and white lights interrupt her train of thought.

she looks through the window.

thinking back to when she was looking for apartments. how she thought living across from a fire station couldn’t be that bad. and then she sees him.

across the street. the door of the firetruck swings open. and he jumps out. broad shoulders, his gear clinging to him. he pulls off his helmet. soot smeared along his jaw like war paint. he drags his hand through his sweat soaked hair. laughing at something one of the other guys says. and she just watches.

worse. she remembers.

dean winchester. he was two grades ahead of her in high school. quarterback. loud. the kind of guy that you noticed wether you wanted to or not. she kept to herself back then. camera in hand. a little too shy, too serious. but she remembers him. remembers his old impala that used to sit in the school parking lot. the art classes she shared with his younger brother sam.

she hadn’t expected him to still be here. but here he is. and he’s bigger now, broader. older in a way that makes her stomach twist.

and as if he can hear her thoughts, he turns. looks up. and their eyes meet thorough the window. she doesn't look away. doesn’t pretend she wasn’t looking.

and its the way her heart thumps in her chest when he dips his head in acknowledgement that has her mentally groaning.

One week later– Main Street Studios, Downtown

the bell above the door dings just as you are re-arranging a row of vintage film cameras. you glance up, expecting…anyone but him.

dean winchester.

he’s in his fire station t-shirt. short sleeves clinging to his firm biceps. work boots. cargo pants that hang just right on his hips. like he just got off call and hadn't changed yet. his eyes wandering around the shop. before they land on you.

“well i’ll be damned” he says with that oh so familiar grin. “i didn’t know you were back”. liar

you feel your pulse stumble. “dean winchester. wow” you say forgetting about the film cameras you were arranging.

“wow huh?” he says, leaning against the counter. his arms crossed. easy, confident. “you where what?- a sophomore when i was a senior?”

you nod. “mhm something like that” you say, trying to keep your composure cool. “i had art class with sam. you used to wait for him outside, honk like a maniac till he came out”

“gotta keep the kid humble” he says grinning. “so what brings you back? thought you went off to school somewhere fancy?”

you try not to think about the fact that he’s thought of you. and your failing. you shrug, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “finished up. thought i’d come back for a bit. homes still home you know?”

he nods, and gestures around the shop. “you working here full time?”

“yeah, just started this week” you say. “they needed help and i needed something steady”

and thats when you notice the folder in his hand. he places it on the counter across from you. “well maybe you could help me out? we’re looking for someone to shoot our annual charity calendar– firehouse fundraiser kind of thing. our usual guy flaked last minute”

you look down at the folder and flip it open. and you pick up the flyer inside. a rough mockup if what looks like a firemen of lawrence 2025 calendar. you raise your brow as you look it over.

dean smirks. “shirts optional”

you laugh as you shake your head. “we have someone here who could probably take it on. the owners son, his names greg. i’m mostly doing storefront stuff right now.”

he hums. “pity”

you tilt your head as you look up at him. “didn’t peg you as the calendar type”

he smiles. “it’s for a good cause. always up for a little bit of charity.”

“good to know” you say with a smile, taking the flyer and typing a note into the computer for greg.

he lingers just a second longer before he starts to head for the door. but he turns around. “hey, random question. you the one who moved into the apartment across from the station? top floor. blue curtains?”

you blink. “yeah that’s me”

he nods, chuckles. “small world. thought that was you. lights are always on when we get back late”

“i don't sleep much” you admit.

“neither do we” he says, pausing. “anyway. hopefully this works out. and maybe if your guy falls through you could step in. bet you’d do just fine behind the camera”

you raise an eyebrow. “you offering to pose for me winchester?”

“i’d consider it community service, see you around y/n” he says, shooting a wink your way. tipping his head as he heads out the door. the bell jingling behind him.

you can hear your heartbeat in your ears. you look down at the note you typed out for greg.

and delete it.

Later that day

dean leans back in his chair at the station. sipping on a cup of coffee, when his phone buzzes.

1 New Email

Subject: “Tomorrow- Calendar Shoot Confirmed”

From: Main Street Studios

he blinked at the screen, clicking it open.

|Hey dean, tomorrow still good for the shoot? we’ll send someone over around 10. Thanks again!|

“guess its happening” he says. spinning around in his chair, quickly replying to the email. benny walks past with a protein bar in his mouth.

“whats happening?” he asks, half chewing.

“the calendar. photoshoots on for tomorrow” he says, smirk on his lips. “better start flexing”

garth pops his head in from the rec room. “did they say who was coming to take the pics?”

dean shrugs. “some guy named greg i think. talked to the girl working the counter when i went in though”. he hesitated a beat too long before he spoke next. just long enough for benny to catch it. “same girl who moved in across the street”

benny raised a brow. “a cute girl?”

dean shrugs. trying to be nonchalant. “maybe”

benny chuckles, giving him a look. raising his eyebrows up and down, whistling at him. dean throws him a quick “shut up” and he turns back towards the paperwork he was working on earlier.

yeah she was cute. no. not cute. pretty, she was pretty. too pretty maybe. not that he would mention that to the guys. same way he didn’t mention how she smiled when she talked to him today. or the way he can't stop thinking bout it.

and he definitely didn’t mention how he wished it would be her showing up with the camera tomorrow instead.

part 2 -> part 3

a/n: super excited for this little series!!!! love the idea of firefighter au!dean @supernat7 this ones for u 😛

#from cherrymoon.・゜ ✧#dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #i need him #dean supernatural #dean winchester imagine #supernatural fanfiction #dean winchester fanfiction #supernatural #jensen fucking ackles #firefighterdean

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c4shm0neyxxx · 2 months ago

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“No One Else” — Part 2

Genre: Angst, emotional tension, psychological push-and-pull

Tone: A bit softer, but still haunting

⸻

It had been three days since the rooftop.

Three days since Geum Seong-je kissed you like he wanted to carve his name into your mouth. Three days since you’d told yourself, for the hundredth time, that this can’t go on.

You ghosted him. Or tried to.

No texts. No after-school meetings. You walked with other people in the hallway. You answered class questions, laughed too much, and avoided stairwells. You told yourself he’d get bored. Move on. Obsession only works if the subject plays along, right?

But on the fourth day, he was waiting.

Not at school. Not even near the campus.

He was outside your apartment building, leaning against the wall like he belonged there. Hoodie up, head low, one AirPod in like he had all the time in the world.

You stopped walking half a block away. Thought about turning around.

But of course—he saw you.

He didn’t wave. Didn’t call out. Just stared, waiting. Like this was inevitable.

You stepped closer.

“How’d you even know where I live?”

He looked at you. That maddening calm. “You said once your bus stop was near the GS25 with the cracked window. I only had to walk around the area.”

You swallowed. “You tracked me down from that?”

He didn’t blink. “You’re not that hard to find when you matter.”

You crossed your arms, hugging yourself without meaning to.

“You shouldn’t be here.”

“I gave you space,” he said. “Four days of it. Didn’t like it.”

You stared him down. “That wasn’t a gift, Seong-je. That was me trying to figure out how to breathe again.”

He studied your face. Quiet. Thoughtful. Too quiet.

“Did you figure it out?” he asked. “How to breathe without me?”

Your mouth opened, then closed again.

He stepped forward slowly, until there were only inches between you.

“I thought about you every day,” he said, voice like gravel. “Every hour. And not just in the cute, high-school crush kind of way. I imagined knocking on your door and asking who was in your house. I imagined dragging your phone out of your hands to see who you were texting. I imagined hurting anyone who made you laugh like you used to laugh with me.”

You flinched.

He saw it. And didn’t back down.

“I’m not the good guy,” he said. “I don’t want to be.”

“Then what do you want?” you whispered.

His hand moved—slow, deliberate—and landed over your heart. Not touching skin. Just hovering.

“This,” he said. “Yours. Mine. I don’t care how ugly it is, I just want it beating where I can see it.”

You looked away. Voice shaking.

“You can’t control me forever.”

“I don’t need forever,” he said. “I just need right now.”

He leaned in again. Not for a kiss. For a breath. As if breathing the same air kept you tethered.

You stood still. Not forgiving. Not forgetting.

Just… stuck.

Because love shouldn’t feel like drowning.

But sometimes obsession wears the same face.

#dark romance #geum seong je x reader #weak hero class two #obbsession #Spotify

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eebeewrites · 2 months ago

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DILF Mafia! Elf BF x Nanny! Chubby Reader Part 3

Part 1 -Part 2- Other Stories in This Universe

Synopsis: Ronan teaches you how to shoot.

Tags: 18+, modern fantasy, mafia au, sub reader, dom love interest, fem chubby reader in mind, parenting au, eventual violence and drug references, smut, smut with plot, slow burn

WC: 3k

When you awoke the next morning, you still felt uneasy about your late night activities.

‘It’s natural. He’s attractive, it’s just…intrusive thoughts. You’ll forget about them in an hour.’

You went through the same boring morning routine you always had; you showered, got dressed, ate breakfast, and started your work. Even as the hour passed, you found memories of last night still flashing through your mind as you walked up the stairs, passing Ronan’s bedroom door. ‘Just focus on work,’ you told yourself.

The twins being homeschooled meant you didn’t need to wake them up until 8:00; a welcome change from the 6:00 AM rush to get children to school you were used to. Despite other ‘circumstances’, this was the most laid back job you had had yet.

You lightly knocked on Adriel’s bedroom door, expecting him to still be asleep. He opened the door, wide awake, already dressed, and staring right at you. “Hi.”

“Oh, good morning, Adriel,” you smiled. He had made your to-do list just a little shorter.

“I did my shoes all by myself! Look,” he pointed down at his feet. Both shoes had been tied perfectly; they were just on the wrong feet.

“Oh, well you tied them beautifully.”

“Yay!”

“But I’m afraid they’re backwards, buddy.”

“Aww,” he said, disappointed.

“That’s okay,” you gently patted his head, “last week you couldn’t tie them at all, remember?”

“Yeah, I guess so,” he still sounded defeated.

“You’re very smart. I’m going to go wake up your sister, but why don’t you try to figure out how to fix them? Think you can do it?”

He looked back down at his feet. “Hmm…I think so.”

“Perfect. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” He nodded, shutting his bedroom door as you walked over to Amara’s room. You lightly knocked on the door, “Amara?”

No response. You turned the door knob, quietly walking inside. There she was, still sleeping in her over-the-top princess bed, sounding like a jet engine as she snored away peacefully.

You walked to her bedside, gently tapping her on the arm. “Amara? It’s time to wake up.” She let out a loud groan, one that almost sounded like she was in pain. “Are you okay?”

“No,” she mumbled, half awake.

“What’s going on?”

“I don’t want to get up.”

“Is that…all?”

“Yeah. I sleep,” before you could get another word in, she rolled over, the sound of her snoring filling the room once more. You let out a sigh; she was always slow to wake up, but you had figured out a few tricks.

“Well,” you sighed dramatically, your voice a bit louder. “I guess if she’s still asleep, I’ll need to pick out her outfit for her.”

She got up.

You brought them downstairs to eat breakfast, sitting with them at the table as you awkwardly avoided eye contact with their private chef. She was an older woman, another elf like most of the staff at the house. You hadn’t once heard her speak the common tongue; only Elvish. If she were a human, she’d look to be in her seventies or eighties. For an elf, she had to be several centuries old.

You were also fairly certain she didn’t like you. The children loved her, treating her like some sort of grandmother figure, but she had made her thoughts about you clear on your very first day.

The woman said something in Elvish. You had no idea what she said, memories of your required high school classes on the subject long forgotten, but her tone was one of annoyance. Adriel quickly sensed your confusion, “she said it’s been a long time since daddy’s hired a human.” She kept talking, Adriel listening carefully to translate for you. “She said daddy’s stupid for trusting outsiders.”

You feigned a smile, nodding your head. “Thanks Adriel. Appreciate it.”

At the very least, she had come to tolerate you. She could tell the twins liked you, and she respected that. To your surprise, she turned to you, speaking directly at you. This time, Amara translated for you. “She’s asking if you want anything.”

You were caught off guard, she hadn’t ever asked anything like that before. You had already eaten breakfast, but didn’t want to be rude by declining. Perhaps it was a gesture of goodwill. “Oh, thank you, uh…” you looked over to Adriel and Amara’s plates. You knew Elvish food in general was quite spicy, their breakfasts even moreso. They were eating a dish you couldn’t remember the name of; crispy fried potato cutlets filled with apples and cinnamon, topped with some sort of spiced honey jam. It smelt really good, a tantalizing blend of sweet and spicy; perfect for Elvish children. “Could I try one of those?”

She nodded, preparing one for you the same way she had for the children. She handed you a plate, and you awkwardly fumbled out the Elvish word for thank you; something you hadn’t done since fulfilling your high school language requirement.

She let out a laugh, mumbling something back to you before turning around and cleaning up.

Adriel looked up at you, “she said ‘nice try’.”

You sighed, “thanks, bud.”

——

You finished getting them ready, and they were off with their tutor for the next three hours. You weren’t sure where Ronan was, you hadn’t seen him all day. You knew he worked strange hours, often late into the night, so you decided to wait by his bedroom door.

Your instincts were correct, and a few minutes later he walked out. He was dressed much more casually than usual, trading the suit and tie for clothing much more suitable for the outdoors. “Ah, I see someone’s eager,” he smiled. Just when you thought you had pushed those thoughts aside, they came right back. You couldn’t help but picture yourself on your knees in front of him, him uttering the same phrase.

You barely managed to stay focused. “Oh, I just wasn’t sure where to meet you.”

“In hindsight, I probably should’ve said something about that, sorry. Just follow me.” He walked forward, and you looked him up and down. You realized now he didn’t actually carry a gun on him; you thought back to old crime movies, the images of tables covered in whiskey, guns, and drugs. Yet for a crime boss with two children, obviously that couldn’t be the case. He led you downstairs to a basement, the room still as decadent as any other; just lacking windows.

“I try to be as careful as I can with these types of things,” you watched him walk towards a large gun safe at the back of the room. It didn’t look particularly special, larger than the average safe but nothing remarkable. He punched in a code, and opened up the door. Behind the door weren't guns, but an entire hallway. He walked inside, “make sure to shut the door behind you.”

You nodded, pulling the door closed with an echoing thud as you followed him. The hallway went down longer than you expected, passing several rooms with closed doors; some seemed to be typical storage rooms, one appeared to be a large meeting room. You walked by too quick to know for sure, but one looked almost like a makeshift surgery room. The hallway had a suspiciously clean scent to it; not sterile like a hospital, but almost as if you were stepping into a hotel or a new car. Finally, you came to the end of the hallway. “I try not to do more work down here than I need to. It can get tiring, being underground for so long.” He grabbed a key from his pocket, opening the final door. You walked inside, and all sorts of weapons covered the walls, hanging on racks. Many of them were firearms, with a healthy amount of magical weapons mixed in. Several had name tags next to the hooks holding them up, while a few even had tiny pictures painted onto them, the same way a high school girl might doodle on a pencil case.

He looked around, thinking. He walked to one of the side walls, eyeing various handguns; it was clear anything remotely automatic was out of the question. “Let’s see…” he mumbled.

On one hand, it was a good sign his guns were safely secured. On the other, if something did happen, would he be able to get to them quickly? Perhaps it was a good sign they were so hard to access.

The one he picked was unceremonious; a simple black handgun with no attachments. “Alright, first things first. Treat every gun like it’s loaded. Even if you know it isn’t, act like it is. Second…” he trailed off, looking you up and down. “Are you a mage?”

You shook your head, “nope.”

“Great, me neither.” He set the gun down on a table against the wall, looking inside a cabinet underneath. “Here it is.” He pulled out a cardboard box, and inside were several small bags of powder with a recognizable brand name printed onto them. They were spell packets; single use spells for non-mages, these ones activated by water. Typically, they were fairly expensive; having an entire box of them lying around was unheard of. You looked closer, and all of them had the same label. An even rarer occurrence.

Sound and Sight Shield: Water Activated

“As you pointed out yesterday, guns can be pretty loud. This will make it a bit more bearable, and keep anything from getting in your eyes. We’ll wait for you to take it until we’re outside, it can take some time to get used to. I’ll just need to be kinda close for you to hear me, I hope that’s alright.”

You couldn’t help but be frustrated. ‘Are you fucking kidding me? ‘I need to be close,’ fuck off.’ At this point, it felt like the universe was taunting you. “That’s fine,” you said with little emotion, trying to distract yourself from your own thoughts.

He took the gun, a single clip, and a bottle of water to activate the spell before heading outside. You knew the complex was from your nature walks with the twins, but you hadn’t ever gone this far out, walking into the forest behind the house. You quickly realized you didn’t own clothing suitable for hiking, the makeshift trail still uneven as leaves crunched beneath your feet, your cardigan occasionally snagging on a branch.

“Sorry, I can clear this out for next time.”

“That’s okay, I should probably get clothes more suitable outside, to be honest.”

“Just let me know what you want and I’ll get it for you. I know how they like to play outside, I’d feel awful if you ruined something you cared about.”

“Oh-” never before had your employers offered to buy you clothes. ‘Well, the twins play in the sand and dirt a lot. I suppose it's a fair expense with a house like this.’ “Thanks. I appreciate that.”

“Of course,” you made your way out to a clearing, and it was obvious he wasn’t the only one who came here for target practice; torn and weathered paper targets were pinned to the trees; some even had names on them. “Before you take the spell, we’ll go over just some basic stuff,” he said as he pulled the gun back out from his belt. He walked you through how to stand, how to hold it, and where to look. “Ready to give it a try?”

You nodded, “I think so.”

He handed you the bottle of water, and you opened up the spell packet, pouring it inside and shaking the bottle. You had used instant spells for other tasks; dying your hair, getting rid of a headache, all sorts of mundane tasks. You hadn’t used one that dulled your senses though. The bottle started to glow, a pale green light ensnaring from it. You opened the bottle back up, taking a drink from it. It tasted strongly of lime; bitter, but it could’ve been worse.

A haze came over your eyes; you could still see decently well, but it was as if you were looking through a sheet of glass. You started to notice the sounds of the wilderness slowly fading away. Gone were the sounds of birds chirping and grass rustling, an uneasy silence surrounding you. “Let’s give this one a try,” he said, pointing to a target around twenty yards away, the target less weathered than the others. You saw his mouth moving, but his words were much quieter, the same volume as a whisper.

“Alright,” he walked closer, his face by your neck. “Move your weight forward, bring it up in front of your eyes.” You could feel his warm breath on your ear, the sensation sending a shiver down your spine. You held the gun up, steadying your breath. “Good, just a little higher,” he gently touched your arm, pushing it upward. You could feel his chest lightly against your back, a hand on your shoulder.

“Breathe, you’re tense. Don’t let it scare you, you control it.” You slowly nodded your head, inhaling. “Breathe out slow, fire, and follow-through.” Even with the spell, his voice was low, each word sweeter than the last. You exhaled, keeping a proper stance, and pulled the trigger.

It was loud. Even with the spell, it was as if you could feel the sound moving through your body. Yet you stayed still, keeping your stance. You finally lowered the gun, watching as Ronan walked over to the target.

“Well, you hit it! That’s a better start than most,” he smiled. You walked behind him, looking at the target. You were off from the certain by a fairly significant amount, veering towards the left; but you did hit it. “We’ll get through the rest of the clip, or until the spell wears off. Whichever comes first,” he shrugged. “It’ll get easier each time, trust me.

With each shot, you got a little bit closer to the center of the target. You were halfway through the clip when the next shot caught you off guard, the sound of the shot much louder than the rest. Normally spells like this one faded gradually, but this one was going quick.

You flinched at the unexpected loud noise, instinctively pulling backwards into his arms while keeping your arms straight. You still hit the target, your shot far above the center.

He caught you with his arms around your waist, keeping you standing upright. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, just…I think the spell’s starting to fade, that one was loud. How in the hells do you do that with…nothing?”

“You get used to it. All things considered, I think you did great for your first time.”

You let out a sigh, readjusting to your changing sight and hearing. “Thanks. I guess I just worry about if I actually needed to use it. How I’d handle it then.”

“Thankfully, I’m quite confident that won’t happen. There’s a reason almost everything is all the way down there. We don’t need anything like that at a moment’s notice. I keep a few simple things locked up in my room for emergencies, but I’ve never had to open it so long as I’ve been here.”

“How long have you been here?”

“Seventy years.”

You looked him over; with elves his age, there was no telling if he was thirty or three-hundred. Still, that was an impressive amount of time for someone in his field to stay in one place undetected. “Is that how long you’ve been doing…this?”

He let out a sigh, “that’s…a bit of a loaded question. A story for another time, maybe.” You only just realized he was still holding you. “I…sorry,” he said as he pulled away. “I just zoned out.”

You turned to face him. “No, no it’s okay.” It was much more than okay. You looked up at him, unsure of what to say next. “It’s…it’s fine, really.”

He pulled you close and kissed you, his lips on yours before you could react. You weren’t sure if you should be outraged or overjoyed, but you returned the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. It was feverish, as if you were the oasis he was searching for, rejuvenating him after a desolate loneliness.

He pulled away, looking at you with a horrified look on his face, a hand hovering in front of his face. “I…I’m so sorry, I don’t-I don’t know what came over me, that was…definitely not appropriate.”

Any remaining sense of normalcy or professionalism was gone. You didn’t have the patience to play games of what was or wasn’t ethical, not after how he kissed you. ‘No going back now,’ you thought.

You cocked your head to the side, “that’s what makes it fun though, isn’t it?”

He let out a nervous laugh, but the look on his face said it all; you were serious. You leaned closer, and he kissed you once more. You felt his hands start to wander, running down your sides, as if wanting to feel every inch of you. You let your own hands wander, trailing down his chest as you felt the outline of his hard cock under his pants.

He broke away from the kiss, only to move to your neck, trailing kisses as you started to undo his belt. He was clearly receptive, his hands caressing your ass, sliding under your pants to feel you even closer. You started to pull down his zipper when he broke away once more, placing his hands over yours.”

“Wait. I…” both of you were left breathless by the kiss. “I want to do this, I do, just…not here.”

‘I really was about to just get railed in the woods, fuck, am I really that horny?’ You nodded your head, “here probably…isn’t the best idea, you mumbled.

“Just…come see me tonight, in my room, once the kids are asleep. Besides,’ he looked at his watch, ‘they’ll be done in just a few minutes, we should probably be heading back anyways.”

You nodded, flashing him a playful smile. “You’re right. Well…I suppose I’ll see you tonight?”

He grinned, running a hand down your arm. “I suppose you will.”

It was going to be a long day. Part 4

jesus CHRIST i love him . i love him so much. hrrr . raaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAH. sorry for edging u all. but i promise itll be worth. pinky promise.

RONAN TAGLIST: @damnitimasimp @sketchlove @madam8 @jar0fhoney @hikaakox @gurlie919 @caotictimmy

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kangshxrtie · 2 months ago

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DANCE4YOU | PARK SOHYUN

sypnosis — y/n is dared to give park sohyun a lap dance pairing — park sohyun x reader trope/genre — mutual pining, fluff, and slight smut includes — kim yooyeon, kim nakyoung, zhou xinyu, and koma mayu word count — 5077 words

you were in your dorm, half-dressed and halfway through your makeup, getting ready for a party you hadn't even wanted to go to. one of your roommates, kim yooyeon was sitting at her desk, applying some finishing touches to her makeup.

somehow, your other two roommates, zhou xinyu and koma mayu, had managed to convince yooyeon to go. you were only going because in a moment of false confidence, had said you'd only go if she did—because yooyeon wasn't the type to agree to these things.

except this time? you've never felt as betrayed as you did then when she looked you dead in the eyes and said, "fine. i'll go."

so here you were, curling your hair and rethinking all of your life choices that had led you to this moment.

"i still can't believe you said yes," you muttered, glancing at yooyeon through the mirror.

"i don't know. xinyu promised we wouldn't be there for long and i was also promised free food afterwards." yooyeon shrugged, lip gloss in hand.

"i wasn't promised free food," you stared at her.

"sounds personal," yooyeon shrugged.

you rolled your eyes playfully. "you know we're gonna end up staying longer then promised, right?"

"i give it three hours," she said, "max."

"sure," you smirked. "we'll be lucky if we're not crawling home at three in the morning."

across the hall, you heard mayu yell, "hurry up or we're pregaming without you!" followed by the pop of a can being opened.

"alright, let's go. before mayu and xinyu start making up drinking games again," yooyeon sighed dramatically, grabbing her jacket.

you stood up, checking and smoothing your outfit and giving yourself one last look in the mirror to make sure your makeup looked good. "i have a feeling this night is gonna be weird."

"of course it is. it's a sohyun party," yooyeon smirked, opening the door.

"sohyun?" you repeated, eyebrows raised.

"yeah," yooyeon nodded like it was no big deal.

you immediately turned on your heel. "yeah, i'm not going," you said, already stepping back into your room.

"oh my god—you already agreed and you're literally dressed up."

"and?" you shot back, "i can get un-ready and be in bed in five minutes."

"come on," yooyeon groaned, leaning against the doorframe. "we probably won't even see her."

"yooyeon. be so fucking for real right now," you gave her a flat look.

"okay—fine," she huffed. "but maybe it's time for you to confess to sohyun."

"me? confess? to sohyun?" you stared at her like she'd personally offended you.

"it's literally our last year. what do you have to lose?" yooyeon shrugged.

you sighed, flopping dramatically onto your bed. it wasn't like yooyeon didn't know the situation—sohyun had been your crush since freshman year. it was embarrassing, honestly. a slow burn kind of crush that never let up, no matter how hard you tried to outgrow it. the worst part about all of it was, she just kept getting hotter every year. like, unfairly so.

it wasn't like she didn't know you existed either. she did. you'd had classes together, been at the same parties, and shared mutual friends. you'd even talked and joked around before.

you were still lying on the bed, face down on the bed, silently considering how you were gonna get out of this now, when mayu stepped in.

"if you hate us and didn't wanna pregame you could've just said so!" xinyu yelled as she walked in holding a solo cup, "why are you still horizontal?"

"she found out it was sohyun's party," yooyeon explained, completely unbothered as she slightly moved out of the way of the doorframe so they could both get in.

"ohhh," mayu said, following in with a smug little grin. "we did forget to mention that little detail."

"of course you did," you mumbled into the pillow.

"don't be mad we just really wanted you to come with us tonight," mayu said, walking over and yanking the pillow out from under your face. "so you need to get up. you look too hot to stay in the house; we're not letting you sit in here all night thinking about someone who may or may not already have a thing for you."

"what if i just don't wanna" you sat up slowly, rubbing your temples.

"that is what pregame is for," xinyu said, tossing you a can from her mini bag. "mental preparation and alcohol."

"unless you wanna take shots instead," mayu offered cheerfully, already opening your fridge like she lived there. "i know you keep that little emergency stash of soju."

"i'd like to remind the room she agreed to go to," yooyeon raised her hand.

"that was before i was tricked," you muttered, cracking open the can anyway.

fifteen minutes and two drinks later, you were buzzed, warm, and starting to feel like maybe showing up wouldn't actually kill you.

"we should probably leave if we don't want to show up when people are already blacked out," mayu said after a while already heading out of the room.

you were now ready. well, not really but you were ready to fake it all. and now it would be a waste to just crawl back into bed and disappear for the night.

as you all walked out of your side of the dorm, yooyeon grabbed her bag and handed you your jacket. "you're gone be fine. worse case, you see sohyun, make weird eye contact, and never talk."

"best case," mayu grinned, holding the door open, "you kiss her and she falls madly in love with you."

"zero in-between," xinyu added, sipping her drink as you all filed into the hallway.

"cool. love that for me," you muttered.

still, as the four of you made your way to the party—the music could already be heard from half a block away—there was a weird twisting in your stomach. fear, excitement, and just the faintest hope that tonight's outcome will work in your favor.

and of course, the second you walk in, you see the one person who's been the main problem of your entire college experience.

park sohyun, just standing the middle of the room, drink in hand, looking so damn fine.

the music was loud, the lights were low, and the living room was packed wall-to-wall with people. the kind of packed where it was impossible not to brush shoulders or get accidentally posted on someone’s story. you could feel the music through the floor, drinks were being passed around, and the air smelled like sweat and perfume; great.

you stuck close to your friends, weaving through the crowd until you found a semi-cleared-out corner where you all could relax for a second. you were just about to tell xinyu to give you another drink when someone yelled over the music, “truth or dare!”

"we just got here," you froze slightly.

“oh no,” yooyeon muttered beside you. “it's starting.”

before you could even back out you were dragged by xinyu to where truth or dare was happening, a circle forming in the middle of the room. you caught glimpses of familiar faces filing in, people from your classes, campus regulars, a few you barely knew, and then you saw kim nakyoung which meant someone wasn't too far behind—your heart skipped a beat when you saw sohyun.

they both slid into the circle effortlessly, near your group considering the whole mutual friends thing.

you took that time to glance at the dark-haired girl; her drink was in one hand, the other resting casually on her knee, like she wasn’t currently destroying your ability to think straight.

“we can still leave.” you looked at yooyeon, eyes pleading.

“too late. we're already sitting down.” she said as she took a sip of her drink.

and she was right. you didn’t even remember doing it, but somehow (xinyu's fault), you were in the circle too.

of course the game started innocently. a few truth questions like—boring things like "what's your largest age gap" and "who was your last kiss" which could actually be pretty messy if you asked the right person.

some tame dares—chug a drink, post a story with no context, text your ex and stuff like that.

you mostly tried to keep your head down while also playing along when reactions were needed hoping it would help you slide under the radar. but you knew you were cooked when you made eye contact with nakyoung after her turn.

"okay y/n." nakyoung grinned at you, clearly about to either ask you to do something crazy or ask you something crazy, "truth or dare?"

"dare," you answered without hesitation.

nakyoung grinned even harder at your answer, "give sohyun a lap dance... or take five shots."

the room immediately exploded in screams at the dare.

"easy choice," you said barely even thinking it over.

before anybody could even process that, you were already making your way over to a very stunned park sohyun, who looked like she was reconsidering every decision that had led her to this moment.

someone dragged a chair into the middle of the room, practically sohyun into it before she could even protest. somebody else was already at the speaker to que up a song. the opening beat of a slow, sexy song with a baseline started thumping through the room.

sohyun sat frozen in the char, eyes wide as you straddled her lap, moving to the beat with confidence. her hands hovered awkwardly in the air, visibly struggling, because she clearly didn't know where to put her hands.

you grabbed her hands and placed them behind her chair.

"i—i'm not touching you," she muttered under her breath, jaw tight.

"that's good," you smirked, leaning in just enough to have your lips almost pressed up against her ear. "this is a look but don't touch type of dance."

the room was literally screaming now, and sohyun looked like she was about to melt into the floor.

you rolled your hips slowly to the rhythm, following the beat as you leaned back just enough to give everybody watching a show. sohyun's eyes were zeroed in on you, roaming around your body but not meeting your eyes.

her jaw clenched tighter when your hands ghosted down her shoulders and slid along her thighs, but not touching too much, just enough to make her visibility tense.

"y/n.." she hissed, voice barely audible over the music and noise.

"shhh, you don't have to talk," you murmured, tiling your head as you trailed your eyes down her face, "just focus on me."

her eyes finally locked with yours, which was clearly a mistake—because now you were both holding eye contact, and neither one of you looked away. the crowd didn't matter anymore. your only focus was on making sure you looked hot, the music, and sohyun.

you knew this was planned as a joke, but now it seemed like something more could come out of this.

you leaned in closer, lips brushing over her cheek as you whispered, "aren't you glad i chose dare?"

sohyun swallowed hard, but didn't say anything. yet, her silence said everything.

sohyun's breath hitched when your hand brushed her neck on the way down, and you felt her legs tense beneath as you slowly and deliberately shifted on her lap.

"you gonna tip me after this?" you teased, trailing your fingers lightly over her collarbone, before slowly dragging them back up.

"god, i hate you," she whispered, voice cracking from the lie.

"i bet you do right now," you smirked.

you let your hands slide into her hair, tugging just enough to tilt her head back slightly—not too hard though.

she inhaled sharply, lips parting like she wanted to say something. she stared up at you, eyes dazed, but it seemed like she was trying to hide how affected she was by the whole situation.

"you're really pretty from this point of view," sohyun finally managed out, but her voice was shaky, her face flushed, and her thighs were definitely still tense under you.

"you can see more of it later," you whispered, barely holding back a grin, "if you can get us out of here."

and you didn't kiss her; you didn't have to.

because the second you pulled away, slow and smug and confident as hell, you knew you'd just won something neither of you had admitted was even a game.

you moved back over to where yooyeon was sitting, slipping back into your original spot and shooting her an innocent smile like you hadn’t just given park sohyun a lap dance in front of a full room.

yooyeon blinked at you, looking absolutely stunned. “not in my four years of living with you have i ever seen anything like that.”

“well, what did i have to lose? it’s our last year," you shrugged, repeating her earlier words right back at her with a smirk.

she stared at you like you’d grown a second head. “still—that was just crazy. have you always had those skills?”

“liquor courage. don't question it.”

the room finally started to settle again, everyone slowly returning to their spots, though the energy still buzzed. all eyes turned back to you, since it was your turn to ask the next truth or dare. you were absolutely thriving in the attention, especially with how nervous everyone suddenly looked. you took a small amount of pride in the fact that nobody was topping that performance anytime soon.

you glanced around, then locked eyes with nakyoung. you smirked. “nakyoung… truth or dare?”

“dare,” she shot back without hesitation, mirroring your smirk and clearly accepting whatever challenge you had coming for her.

you leaned forward, resting your chin in your hand, eyes glinting. “i dare you to blindfold yooyeon… and get guided by touch from the top of her body to the bottom.”

“what—?” yooyeon blinked confused on why she was catching strays.

“or take five shots,” you added sweetly, already scooting away from her spot.

“evil,” yooyeon muttered under her breath, glaring at you.

“all's fair in this game, roomie,” you grinned.

“immediately yes,” nakyoung said before yooyeon could even protest, standing up way too eagerly.

a chorus of gasps and laughter followed her as someone tossed her a black bandana from across the room—honestly, the fact that someone had that ready was more concerning than the dare itself.

yooyeon stared up at nakyoung with wide eyes, clearly trying to act nonchalant, but you could see the internal gay panic going into full meltdown mode. you leaned back, arms crossed, just to enjoy the show.

nakyoung didn’t hesitate. she moved behind yooyeon and gently tied the makeshift blindfold over her eyes, her hands brushing against yooyeon’s face for a little longer than necessary.

“okay,” nakyoung said, “guess i’ll start at the top.”

yooyeon flinched the second nakyoung's fingers touched her shoulders, and you swear you saw her toes curl. nakyoung’s hands were light, almost teasing as they skimmed over yooyeon’s arms, down to her fingertips. she paused there, letting her thumb brush along yooyeon’s palm.

“doing okay?” nakyoung asked, voice a little too soft.

“great,” yooyeon replied, though she sounded like she was about to pass out.

“she's not even touching you like that and you’re already sweating,” mayu snorted in the background.

“shut up,” yooyeon muttered, blindfolded and flustered beyond saving.

nakyoung moved again, fingertips ghosting across yooyeon's collarbones, down her sides, then slowly over her waist. yooyeon visibly tensed at that and tilted her head back slightly like she was trying to keep it together.

“just part of the dare,” nakyoung said innocently, but everyone in the room could hear the teasing in her tone.

your grin only widened. revenge was so, so sweet.

when nakyoung’s hands reached yooyeon’s hips, yooyeon let out a quiet noise, somewhere between a squeak and a breathy laugh. “okay! that’s enough. i’m taking the shots.”

the room burst into laughter and cheers as yooyeon ripped off the blindfold, face flushed all the way to her ears. nakyoung just raised her hands in mock surrender, grinning.

“didn’t even make it to the knees,” xinyu teased.

“i value my life,” yooyeon deadpanned, grabbing a shot glass.

“she lasted longer than i thought, honestly,” you leaned over with a smug smile.

“don't talk to me,” yooyeon said, downing the first shot.

“oh come on,” you teased. “you're welcome. that was practically a confession.”

nakyoung was still standing there, clearly proud of herself. she finally sat down next to yooyeon, watching with a smirk as your poor roommate knocked back the punishment shots one after the other. not once did she offer to help, just sat there, all smug and pleased while yooyeon slowly lost it next to her.

the room was loud, everyone practically screaming over the dare, cheering yooyeon on. amid the chaos, you barely noticed the presence beside you, until you felt a hand on your wrist.

you turned just as sohyun crouched beside you, eyes locked on yours. “let's go,” she said low enough that no one else could hear, her fingers gently tugging at your arm as she coaxed you to your feet. your heart was already thudding in your chest.

“you don’t think they’re gonna notice us disappearing?” you blinked.

she tilted her head slightly, lips twitching into a smirk. “oh, they’ll notice. do we give a fuck?” sohyun stood fully now, still holding your wrist.

you paused for half a second before shaking your head. “not even a little.”

with that, you let her guide you away, slipping out of the room without a single glance back.

she brought you to the nearest room she saw which just so happened to be a bathroom and as soon as you were in there you used your foot to nudge the bathroom door closed behind you. your eyes stay locked on sohyun’s, and without breaking the gaze, you reach back and fumble for the lock until you hear it click.

“hey,” she says with a smirk, voice low and teasing.

“hi,” you reply, biting your bottom lip.

there’s a beat of silence—long enough for your heart to start racing in your chest—before you finally speak.

“so… why'd you bring me to your.. bathroom?”

“definitely not to do what you’re thinking,” sohyun says, shaking her head with a playful grin.

you start turning around, already calling her bluff. “well, if that’s the case, i might as well leave.”

“wait,” she calls out, stepping toward you.

you pause, glancing back at her over your shoulder with a small smirk. “yes?”

“i did call you in here for that,” she admits.

“oh, then we should probably get down on our knees and start praying now,” you joke, eyes flicking down then back up at her.

“shut up,” sohyun laughs, slipping one arm around your waist and pulling you in.

“i’m kidding. but i wouldn’t mind getting down on my knees for something else,” you whisper, grinning as your hands find their way to her waist.

“well, i guess you could do that for me,” she chuckles, glancing around the small bathroom. “but we should probably change the location first.”

“why?” you ask, tilting your head. “you're the one who acted like this was our only option when this is your house?”

“i just wanted to get alone as soon as possible,” sohyun says, her grip tightening around your waist as she pulls you even closer.

“you already have me locked in here. you don’t need to keep using the cheesy lines,” you murmur, looping your arms around her neck.

“i just don’t want you to leave,” she says, voice quieter now. she leans in until her lips are barely an inch from yours.

“i'd never,” you whisper, your voice dropping, “now are you gonna show me the real reason you kidnapped me from the game?”

“is that a challenge?” she tilts her head slightly.

“take it how you want to.”

“challenge accepted,” she murmurs.

she closes the distance first, pushing you gently back against the bathroom door as her lips find yours. your hands slide down her sides, curling around the backs of her thighs, before dragging up to rest just under her arms. you tilt your head, angling perfectly to meet her mouth, and pull her impossibly closer.

sohyun’s grip tightens around your waist. her tongue grazes your bottom lip, asking for entrance—and you don’t give it to her which she notices.

and the next second, she’s tickling your sides, making you giggle into the kiss. she uses the opening to slip her tongue into your mouth, shutting you up immediately.

you raise one leg, hooking your knee up by her hip. her hand instinctively catches it, fingers trailing up and down the back of your thigh.

you lose track of how long you stand there like that, pressed up against her, kissing like the world doesn’t exist. it’s only when her lips start trailing down to your neck that you manage to find your voice again.

“i thought,” you breathe, trying and failing to sound unaffected, “we were gonna do it somewhere else.”

“we are,” she mumbles against your skin. “just getting started.”

“i wanna go now,” you say, your head gently thudding back against the door.

“what about my party?” she asks between kisses along your collarbone.

“fuck the party,” you mutter, eyes fluttering shut.

“my room?” she asks, her voice low, lips still brushing your skin.

“yes,” you say without hesitation. “now off, so we can go.”

she pulls back slightly, pout already forming on her lips. “just a few more minutes?”

you lean in again and kiss her—just once, soft and quick. “we can keep going once we’re there.”

and with that, you're unlocking the door again, ready to leave.

once you and sohyun made it to her room, thankfully unnoticed, she barely got the door shut and locked before she was on you.

sliding one of her hands up to cup your jaw, sohyun leans in and kisses you, slow and sensual, her mouth coaxing yours open as you shift onto your knees. the movement tilts her back and your body follows hers naturally, pushing her gently against the bedframe.

when she breaks the kiss and leans her head against the top of the bed frame, there’s a grin on her face that makes your stomach flip. you rise up and lift the hem of your dress, straddling her bare thighs, her oversized t-shirt riding up just enough that the heat of her skin settles perfectly against yours.

her hands settle on your hips, and you brace yourself by curling your fingers over the top of the bed frame just above her head, your breath catching as her thumbs inch your dress higher. “hmmmm, you want me to eat you y/n?” she murmurs, voice playful and low.

your eyes darken with want as she slides one hand under your dress, cupping you softly through your damp underwear. you can’t stop the small whimper that leaves your parted lips when the heel of her hand presses firmly, her middle finger curling just enough to remind both of you how soaked you are. when she repeats the motion, teasing the wet fabric against you, your hips twitch forward involuntarily. “already so wet?”

you spread your knees a little further, pressing against her touch as her other hand tightens around your hip. dropping your hands from the bed to cup her jaw, you press your lips to her cheek before whispering, right at her ear, “i'm always wet for you.”

that pulls a groan from her, her hands pulling you in even closer as she captures your lips in another desperate kiss. her tongue tangles with yours, and her hands slide from your hips to your back, fingers fumbling slightly as she unzips your dress with urgency. she keeps her forehead against yours as she ends the kiss, breathless and flushed, helping you slide the straps off your shoulders. you reach back to unhook your bra, discarding it quickly, and your hands tangle in her slightly damp hair as she tugs the fabric of your dress down to your waist.

her arms wrap around your back, pulling you in. the warmth of her skin radiates through the cotton of her shirt, and her mouth moves to the side of your neck, slow and reverent. her lips and tongue skim over your collarbones, your shoulders until your legs flex around her waist and you feel her shift. with a quiet groan, she turns, guiding you down until your back hits the cushions.

she kneels between your legs, lifting her shirt over her head and tossing it on the floor, your eyes follow every motion, and your chest rises as your breathing quickens. she leans down, bracing herself with one hand by your head, and the other teases against the wetness at the center of your underwear. her mouth latches onto your nipple, her tongue flicking, sucking in rhythm with the slow circles of her fingers. your back arches as your hands tangle in her hair.

“baby, take them off,” you gasp, pulling her into another kiss. her fingers fumble at the waistband, and you groan as the kiss deepens and distracts her. she chuckles against your mouth, pulling back just long enough to strip your underwear and toss them aside.

you grin, sliding the bunching fabric of your dress down between your legs, but stop her with one hand low on her stomach when she starts to move back down. “uh uh. you’re still slightly overdressed.”

“says the one with not even a single piece of clothing off,” she teases.

she still steps away long enough to remove the last of her clothes. your gaze tracks down and back up to her face, more serious now.

as you reach for her, your fingers brushing over the curve of her shoulder, you manage a breathless laugh between moans, your voice low and shaky as you whisper against her skin, “this is all your fault, sohyun… you didn’t even let me take this off before pushing me down and deciding you had to have your way with me… don’t stop…”

her hands drop to your knees, gently bending your legs and shifting you back. she lowers herself between your legs, resting her elbows on the bed, her hands sliding under your thighs. her mouth presses a sucking kiss to your inner thigh, trailing up with warm, open-mouthed kisses. then she kisses just below your belly button and looks up, voice soft and certain, “i want you to know... i consider us dating now because i don't just fuck anybody."

the words go straight through you.

your hands grip your dress tightly as anticipation flares hot in your chest. and then her mouth is on you, licking slowly against your folds, teasing, avoiding the spot you need her most. your hips jerk, but her grip holds you steady. her tongue moves in slow, aimless circles, the tip dipping just enough to make you writhe.

“god, sohyun,” you gasp, fingers threading into her hair, watching as she finally sucks your clit into her mouth, slow and deep. the rhythm of her tongue is maddening, and you can’t help grinding against her.

“make me come, baby,” you breathe out, voice rough and desperate. “you look so fucking sexy moving like that. god, i just want to touch you…”

her moan vibrates against your core, her tongue pressing firm as your muscles start to tremble. when she moves her mouth lower to gently lap at you through your release, your body arches, twitching. you hold her face, fingers gentle, your breathing shaky.

“what is it, y/n?” she murmurs against your ribs, looking up at you.

“come here.”

she lets you guide her up, straddling you now, your legs stretched out beneath her. your hands slide from her wrists to her arms, her shoulders, her breasts, her stomach—everywhere. you can’t stop touching her. one hand grips her hip while the other slips easily between her legs, two fingers pushing into her warmth. she gasps, starting to move, but you still her with a hand.

“no…stay still and just, take my fingers. just like that, sohyun.”

her moan fills your ears, her walls clenching around you. you thrust deep and slow, watching her face as you add your thumb to the mix, brushing across her clit. her head drops to your shoulder, panting, her lips hot against your cheek.

you guide her rhythm, controlling her movements as your fingers curl inside her. her hips buck, and she moans into your skin, “baby, you have to let me move before i…no, wait, right there…oh, fuck me, right there…”

you smirk, lips brushing hers as you continue, building her up slow, deep, and steady. her orgasm hits with a shudder, her body trembling beneath yours as she clenches around your fingers. her hands fall limp behind your head, your name soft on her lips as her body melts into the bed.

you finally pull your hand away, wrapping both arms around her as she snuggles in close, helping her adjust the dress back down over her thighs. she kisses your chest, listening to your heartbeat as her fingers trace soft patterns on your skin.

“your heart’s still racing,” she says, smiling.

“that's your affect on me,” you grin, brushing her hair back from her face and tracing her lips with your fingertip.

she rolls her eyes playfully and kisses your palm, settling into your side with a sleepy smile.

“did you really mean it?” you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper. “when you said you wanted us to date?”

sohyun glances over at you, eyes soft even in the dim light. “of course i meant it. i’m not even drunk, you know.”

a beat of silence. then you smile. “okay then. we’re dating.”

she laces her fingers with yours, her thumb gently stroking along your knuckles as she lets out a quiet yawn. “alright, girlfriend. just… don’t wake up tomorrow and pretend this didn’t happen.”

you shift closer, wrapping your arms around her, your lips brushing over her forehead in a slow, steady rhythm.

“i won’t,” you whisper against her skin, smiling as her breath evens out. “you’re mine now. my sohyun.”

#park sohyun #park sohyun x reader #park sohyun smut #tripleS x reader #tripleS #kim yooyeon #kim nakyoung #zhou xinyu #koma mayu

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pandagyaru · 9 months ago

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What we use to be..

Pairing: Jasper x Implied Nonbinary/Male reader (Not really specified but like its a major plot point here that the reader isn't a woman)

Rating: None

Type: Angst to fluff

"Get away from me. I never wanna see you again" The words. His tone. The hatred in his eyes. It still haunts you to your core, even tho it was centuries ago. You'll never forget the way he made you feel that night. You pleaded with him, asked him to give you a reason to his sudden coldness; but he didn't answer. All he did was slam the door in your face and cast you aside, like some poor rabbit you drained the blood of. Now centuries later, you move to a new area. Pretending to be a high school student. You just needed to leave your last home, throwing away everything that you kept to remember him by; all but one thing. A locket he gifted you with a picture of him in it. The picture is old and faded now, yellowed and on the verge of withering away but you keep it dearly, can't bring yourself to part with it. It clings to your neck like a lifeline, you sometimes fidget with it out of habit.

You sit in your classroom alone, the bell hasn't even rang yet but you stare out the window; watching as rain drops race each other to the window sill. Students start pouring into the class, taking their seats. You look over to see a girl with long brown hair sits next to you. She smiles at you and waves awkwardly.

"I'm bella" She says, laying her notebooks down on the desk. You smile at her and raise your hand to her. She takes it.

"Im (Y/N), I just moved here" You state. She chuckles a little and gives you a jokingly weird look.

"out of all places to move, you pick forks? this place is like the last place I'd wanna move" She says, tucking her hair behind her ear. You look away from her and sigh.

"I needed a fresh start, and I quite like the doom and gloom of this place" You half joke, turning to her and smiling wide. You don't know what it is about this girl, but you like her. The bell rings just as the teacher steps in the room, ending yours and Bella's playful chatter.

By the time Lunch rolls around, you're hanging by Bella and her friends. They seem to take a liking to you immediately. You like them also, they bring a nice aura around that you need. That is until, you feel eyes on you. You look around to see gold eyes staring at you. Bella looks over with you.

"Don't mind him, that's my boyfriend Edward" She explains, slowly waving at him. He waves back. but you're not really paying attention him. If you had a heart, it would've stopped again. There sitting next to Edward, was Jasper. He has a pretty brunette attached to his arm, he looks happy. You feel a pang in your chest at the thought, he's over there happy and you can't get over him. You grab a hold of the locket on your chest, rubbing the metal on it to calm yourself. You look away from him, missing the way that Edward gets his attention.

"Do you know them?" Edward asks him, pointing to you. Jasper looks over and thinks. You lift your head a bit to look at Jessica as she compliments your locket. Jasper's eyes snap to it, it looks so familiar to him; yet he can't place it. Then he sees it, the big J carved into it messily. His mouth falls open slightly and he stands up. His chair scrapes the floor slightly and it catches the attention of your whole table. You and Jasper make eye contact, he has no doubt that it's you. You still look the same as the day he lost you, to his own thoughts and insecurities. He walks over to you and grabs your arm, lifting you up and dragging you to an empty room. You try to break free, yelling at him to let go. He pins you to a desk and just stares at you. You push at his chest, God you're lucky you can't cry or you'd be sobbing right now. He grabs your chin and makes you look at him.

"What are you doing here?" He whispers to you. You blink at him and don't answer. He looks so pretty in this light, even when he's practically holding you hostage. He shakes you slightly "ANSWER ME" You flinch and look him in the eyes.

"Why'd you leave me?" You mutter. He breaks eye contact with you and lets go of your wrists. He paces the space in front of you.

"it was 1861, people weren't exactly open to what we were back then" He mutters, but you catch it. Of course you do.

"We could've worked it out! Clearly were both here now! We could've lasted Jasper!" You yell at him. He looks over at you, slamming you into the desk again.

"Did you suspect we'd both be here now? 142 years later?!" He shouts in your face. You look down.

"No, I never thought i'd see you again. I thought you'd only live on as a memory or a photo I kept" You whisper. He looks down at the locket, he grips it and opens it. There it is, a picture of a 17 year old him. He stares at it and then looks at you. He grabs your face, kissing you. You freeze and stare at him. Slowly your eyes close and wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer. That is until you remember the girl that was attached to him, you push him away; wiping your mouth.

"What about the girl that was hanging onto your arm?!" You say, staring him down. He looks at you, thinking and then he starts laughing at you.

"That girl is one of my sisters, I swear nothing like that is going on. I haven't been able to stop thinking of you. ever since that day I lost you, due to my own selfishness" He says, grabbing you and just embracing you. You lean into him and hug him back.

"We'll be okay?" You ask. He looks at you.

"We'll be okay"

So uhm, how was that? I've got bad Twilight brain rn and I think its cause its fall. Yes, they are implied to be a fated pair, even before they were turned. also I'm sorry if its bad, I haven't written in forever.

LOVE YA

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miedei · 3 months ago

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hiii i saw the prompt generator in your request rules post, and it gave me 'Character A and Character B reminiscing on how they had a meet-ugly'

i was wondering what you'd think of this prompt + remus lupin?

omg this took over my mind, im such a remus lupin girl (i haven't kept up with the hp fandom in so long so my lore is probably veryyy outdated soz)

reminiscing on how you and fiance!remus met.

“Hey, look at this!”

Remus emerges from within the unruly bedroom with a scrap of red and gold fabric in hand. Navigating around the boxes that litter the floor, he makes his way over to you, holding it out to you.

“Remember that, dove?” His smile is lopsided in the way you adore, nearly stealing your attention away from the topic at hand, until he presses it into yours.

The fabric is bundled up, but you can feel the contrast of hard knot-like sections and silkier parts. Unfurling it, a smile begins to form on your face as you recognize it for what it is.

The half-charred Gryffindor tie hangs from your hand, bringing with it waves of memories.

Remus slots himself in next to you, both of your eyes captivated by the piece of uniform. He’d gone through countless ties in his time at Hogwarts, most of which were sacrificed to different antics, but this one is different.

This one was never thrown away, despite the fact that half of it’s been burnt off. This one was kept safe, tucked into a drawstring bag until he found it as he was unpacking the boxes of clothes.

His arm comes up to circle your shoulders, pulling you into his side as he muses softly.

“It’s been years.”

“Five now, isn’t it?” You turn your head to the side to face him, meeting his eyes with a smile that drips of affection.

“James hasn’t let me forget it.” His eyes crinkle with the force of his grin as he leans in to kiss your temple.

“He’s insisting he’ll be maid of honour and best man just for introducing us properly.”

“Y’know, bird, I’m not the best at Potions but I’m ace at Transfigurations.”

You groan inwardly. Does this guy ever shut up?

You know of James Potter, obviously. How can you not, when you’ve been close to Lily Evans for years?

Over your years at Hogwarts, your impression of the boy has shifted drastically. In first year, his brash infatuation with Lily left you irritated, annoyed at his constant need for attention, especially when she was around (more often than not, with you in tow).

Since then, however, James has mellowed, learning to curb his extravagant tendencies. Although he’s never given up on Lily, he’s calmed his advances, leaving the two of them in a state of will-they-won’t-they that’s far more enjoyable than the outright hatred she had for him previously.

But you’ve never properly spoken to him, not until now. Professor Slughorn announced at the onset of the spring term that Potions partners would be randomised, much to all your classmates’ chagrin.

As luck would have it, you’ve been lumped with James. He’s frustratingly laid-back with potions, stating that he doesn’t really bother, acing the exams without much effort. Instead, he prefers to chatter your ear off as you delegate different tasks to him for the entire class.

It would be one thing if you could hate him, but he’s also irritatingly likeable. He never fails to say hello to you in the halls, and although you never really talk outside of class, a sense of camaraderie has sprung up between you.

“I’m sure you’re great at Transfigurations, James. Can you chop up that dung-beetle, please?”

He takes to it obediently, continuing his prattle as he deftly moves the knife.

“No, really! My dad’s the Potions master of the family, but I pretty much came out of the womb transfiguring things. S’why Minnie likes me so much.”

Debatable, but you let him go on as you focus on stirring counter-clockwise fifteen times.

“So much so that she’s got me working on spells other than the ones we do in class.”

His voice goes slightly high as he gets more excited, waving the knife around in a way that makes you yelp.

“Yeah? Like what?”

He hops up on the workbench, setting down the knife in favour of his wand, punctuating his words with dramatic movements.

“Well, birdie, last week she had me working on Vera Verto, turning a cat into a goblet. That one’s going to some in handy, Evans’ll love that don’t you think?”

“I think you should really give that up, James. A cup won’t exactly win her over.”

He shoots you a pointed look.

“I’m going to ignore that, because I’m in sodding love with the witch, thank you very much.”

He points his wand at you once, before returning to the haphazard swinging of his arms.

“Anyways, I’ve also got the hedgehog to pincushion incantation down, that one’s well fun.”

You hum softly, pouring the dung-beetle into the cauldron and mixing, watching James as he idly swings his wand around.

“Oh! And another fun one, this one’s rather new. There’s this one that turns a badge into a little blaze. Cool, huh? S’called Insignus—”

The moment he utters the incantation, a crackling begins to fill the air. Not as soft as the flames bubbling under the cauldrons, no, this one is sharp, the sound like a match being struck.

James freezes, and you watch him hop off the workbench, eyes darting around the room. A smell like burnt hair fills your nostrils, and you whirl around.

It takes some time to locate the origin of the smell and sound, but James’ anguished cry alerts you to it.

“Moony!”

You zero in on Remus Lupin, two cauldrons over from yours. He looks slightly panicked, looking down at his own chest.

A small, controlled flame is perched oddly on the left of his tie. It doesn’t seem to be growing, just remaining there, the heat causing his tie and shirt to warp and burn.

Sirius Black stands next to him, batting at the fire uselessly as he yelps.

“Moony, what the hell—”

“I don’t know, Sirius, you think I set myself on fire?”

James scurries over, wand outstretched.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, Moony, I— Augamenti!”

A stream of water flows forth from James’ wand, but it does nothing to stop the flame. It sizzles as it cools the fabric surrounding it, but the fire doesn’t even dim.

James is running his mouth, mindless babble coming out as he repeatedly douses Remus in water. You have to roll your eyes as you hurry over, shooting a look at Slughorn, who is still dozing off at his desk.

“Hold still, Lupin. It’s a magical flame, water won’t extinguish it.”

You hold your wand out, pointed at his chest.

“Finite incantatem!”

The spell-finishing incantation does the trick, the fire reverting to a pristine prefect’s badge, clinging onto the burnt remains of Remus’ shirt collar.

James deflates, a sigh of relief leaving his lungs. Once he’s caught his breath, he walks over to you, clapping a hand on your shoulder.

“Thank god for you, huh, bird?”

Grinning, he steers you closer to Remus and Sirius, who are fussing over the contrasting wet and burnt parts of Remus’ clothing. As he tugs off his tie, Remus looks up, flashing you a soft smile.

“You really got me out of a bind. Thanks.”

His hands come away from his neck, charred tie clutched in one. The other extends out in front of him, held open for a handshake. It’s not exactly fair, how pretty he looks. By all accounts, he should look pathetic right now. Despite the wet hair and slightly singed shirt, he barely looks fazed, eyes locked on yours.

You thrust your hand into his, smiling back.

Remus noses against your cheek, the familiar feeling of him warming you from the inside out.

“Suppose it was James’ fault, huh? He did set you on fire,” Your voice is soft, gooey with devotion. “we wouldn’t have met, if he hadn’t.”

He hums softly, reaching out to stroke the tie in your hand.

“I think I would’ve found you somehow, even if he hadn’t.”

He turns into you, tucking your head under his chin as his arms wrap around your back.

The two of you sit there for some time, relishing in the silence of your new flat. His chest is burning warm against yours, the sheer domesticity of the position making you melt against him.

“...James isn’t going to take no for an answer about the wedding thing, though.”

#a bit of a platonic james x reader fic but whooooo cares #thank you for the ask lovely <3 #mie writes #harry potter #marauder era #marauders #marauders fanfiction #dead gay wizards from the 70s #marauders x reader #remus lupin #remus.l #remus lupin fanfiction #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin imagine #harry potter fanfiction #mie chats

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pipsqueaks89934 · 4 months ago

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please make more merman stories, i love it sm and its so hard to find merman x reader that this good

anyways don't forget to drink water to stay healthy and have a good day! <33

YAY MY FIRST ASK! 🥳

Thank you, I don't like the taste of water it is the lack of taste that I hate. (╥﹏╥)

Yandere Merman x Marine Biologist reader part 3

Warnings: broken ankle, Yandere stuff

You've been home for about a week or so and Wade is always near you but the good news is Wade lets you continue your Marine biology work. He sometimes helps you study and learn more about the ocean and its creatures. The only part that made you worry was when you had to talk to your boss/teacher about why you were gone for so long without a word. You ended up lying to him about being in a car wreck and being in the hospital for all the time that you missed because you ended up having a broken ankle. You have proof that since Wade did break your ankle, you did have to go to the hospital so they could fix it. Since your boss/teacher was strict you were scared that he would fire or kick you out of the course but he was understanding and gave you extra time to turn in your assignments that you missed while you were out. After he sent you what you missed you immediately got to work on the assessments because you didn't want to fall even more behind in the class than you already were but it was kind of hard to focus on anything since Wade kept bothering you and trying to get your attention.

“Guppy, why don't you come swim with me?” Wade asked with a whine as he rubbed your legs as you sat on the dock with your legs in the water while typing on your computer.

“Wade once I finish I promise I'll swim with you but I have a few more research reports that I have to finish,” you explained while trying to figure out how to answer the question. “I don't know the answer to this question!”

“I can help you with that,” Wade said with a smile as he tried to look at the computer. “What is it?”

“What is the biggest ocean animal that has ever lived,” you said while trying to think. “I don't know if he means dating back to the dinosaur period or now.”

“I would just say the blue whale and if he says it's wrong explain that you didn't understand the question,” Wade explains while rubbing your legs again. “Can you swim now?”

“Well…” you say as you get up from the dock.

“What?” Wade asked as he looked at you with confusion.

“I need to get some pictures of some underwater animals, print them out, and send them to my teacher,” you explain while you reach the door to your house. “I'm going to need your help getting them so I'm going to change into my snorkeling gear, get the underwater cameras, and re-wrap my ankle so I can swim with it.”

You waddled inside the house so you could do everything you needed to before coming back out with the cameras.

“Can you help me get in?” you asked Wade as you handed him one of the cameras.

“Of course,” he said while helping you in the water. “So what animals do you need pictures of?”

“Batfish, parrotfish, clownfish, zebra shark, and black tip shark,” you said as you got used to the water. “I was thinking that you took half the pictures and I took the other half of the pictures.”

“I'll get the pictures of the sharks while you get the pictures of the other fish since I don't want you near them,” Wade said as you too started swimming. “I'll come find you when I'm done.”

You nodded your head before you and Wade parted ways so you too could find some fish. Since your ankle was wrapped up you had a hard time swimming but since you wrapped it well it didn't hurt as much as you thought it would but it still made it hard to swim. Wade got the pictures fairly quickly and came to find you once he got them. You on the other hand didn't get any pictures in the time of almost 30 minutes. After a while, you decided to go up and get some air so you could think about ways to get the pictures. Wade found you while you were getting some air so he decided to join you.

“Hey, guppy,” Wade said as he swam up beside you. “I got those pictures you asked for.”

“Really?” you asked while looking at him in surprise. “That fast?”

“Yeah,” he said with a smile as he held up the camera. “How many have you gotten?”

“None,” you said with a pout. “It's hard to swim and the fish keep swimming away from me!”

“Aw, guppy,” Wade said while hugging you. “I can help you if you want?”

“Thanks,” you said before Wade pulled away. “Let's get those pictures now.”

You both went back underwater and started looking for the fish. Once you found them Wade swam to them and got the pictures for you. Wade let you take some of the pictures of the fish but at a distance so you wouldn't scare them away. Once you got all the pictures you needed Wade helped you back to the dock near your beach house so you could take a break.

“Thanks for helping me today,” you said as Wade helped you on the dock. “It helped me out.”

“It's me who should be thanking you,” he said as he pulled himself up on the dock. “I like it when you ask me for help besides I know how you can make it up to me.”

“How?” you asked while looking at him as you stood up.

“In bed tonight but right now you should get a shower,” Wade said while following you inside the house once his tail changed into legs. “You don't want to smell like the sea do you?”

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sleeplessdreamer14 · 11 months ago

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oooooh you should do a little piece on 1A & midoriyas twin in the support course. i think it would be cute

fandom: my hero academia

summary: both midoriya twins are attending UA, one in the hero course and the one in the support course

contains: mentions of the deku fan club, implied ururaka, iida, and/or bakugou x reader

a/n: if this gets enough notes I’ll do another one where it’s the other way around 🔄 divider credit goes to @cafekitsune

while Izuku wanted to become a pro, you wanted to be a support hero

all throughout grade and middle school, the two of you would constantly imagine what it would be like to work as heroes together

and then high school rolled around and Izuku got ofa from All Might (yes he told you everything) and you frankly lost your sh!t

thank goodness your mom wasn’t home yet because it took a solid 15 minutes for you both to chill tf out

never had there ever been such pure delight in that apartment

anyway, you both got into UA and you wound up buying a pair of noise canceling headphones so that Hatsume’s projects wouldn’t blow out your eardrums

it took a little while but you eventually learned to tune her out a bit so you could focus on the gadgets you and Izuku had come up with in junior high

the first time Iida and Ochako formally met you was in episode 14 when they stopped by your department you had to yank Mei off of Deku and tell her to stop feeling up your brother

the brunette almost immediately saw the resemblance and honestly thought you were pretty cute in your work outfit

Iida greatly appreciates how much calmer and more cautious you are than your pink-haired classmate, wishing he had come to you for help sooner

he also found you pretty easy on the eyes

during the sports festival, you two kept an eye out for each other

and just when you thought you couldn’t be prouder of him, you saw him fly through that faux minefield and couldn’t suppress the beaming smile on your face even if you wanted to

in the next round, you had no time to focus on the scratch in your throat as you tackle hugged Izuku without a care in the world about which place you came in

your laughter was contagious as he hugged you back, double high-fiving you as you parted

talk about supportive family, right?

although you don’t interact as much as he and Izuku, Toshinori has a lot of faith in you and holds you in high regard

also, in regards to the Deku Fan Club™

when he introduced you to the rest of his class, their title was officially changed to the Midoriya Fan Club

honestly, sometimes he stops by your department with some half-baked excuse just to see you cuz he misses you

oh-ho-ho and just picture the day that you feel a tap on your shoulder while you’re working and you take your headphones off and find Bakugou of all people standing before you, asking for your assistance

you were a little tempted to poke and prod at him a little, but ultimately decided to just help him out

you’ve waited this long for him to simply talk to you, might as well not try your luck

ever since you got into UA, he had been hesitant to talk to you but finally decided to bite the bullet (after Kirishima used some good old reverse psychology on him)

as you tinkered with his support items, you stole a couple glances over at him, smiling to yourself as you noticed the differences between him and the guy you knew back in middle school

you’re consistently over at the 1A dorms, especially while Izuku was under house arrest, and you like to have little meet ups with the rest of the class so you can come up with concepts for support items

sometimes Aizawa forgets that you’re not in his class with how often you hang around

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again; look out world, here come the Midoriyas

I hope this shall suffice

#my stuff #support hero #support course hero au #support course! reader #midoriya! reader #y/n midoriya #bnha x reader #mha x reader #request #headcanons #mha headcanons #my hero headcanons #bnha headcanons #boku no hero academia #boku no hero x reader #izuku midoriya

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xkiralix · 4 months ago

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The Divine Creator

Part 1 part 2 part 3

(Name) had never anticipated this would be the outcome of his choice for rebirth instead of resurrection, it worked but in exchange of a lot of trauma that a being like him shouldn’t even have been able to feel. Being born in a lower middle class household with a single mother for half of his life before his father got tired of other cunts and went to play house with his mother. (Name) wouldn’t lie and say he had been happy about it, in his eyes he had no father.

He didn’t know what a father’s love was if it meant his father was only there to receive his A+ calcifications and then vanish.

Then he came across a certain game. His 12 year old self was eager to play the game that had fascinating art and allowed him to forget about his life. Here’s the thing… he was more often than not sulky. Perhaps it was because he had been bullied for smiling at “stupid manwhas”, perhaps because his father beat every smile out of him when his mother was away.

Playing Genshin kept him from jumping off a bridge, he knew it was stupid but he had genuinely gotten attached to them. He told the characters encouraging words from time to time and got furious when violence or any type of harm came their way.

Obviously he freaked out when he started receiving body parts on his mail, more so when he witnessed Zhongli cut off a hand for him and calling him “your grace” while begging for forgiveness through the screen.

…

“Your grace, this lowly servant can’t bear serving you without admitting one’s crimes.” The brunette spoke, interrupting a scene from Fontaine’s mission. (Name) would’ve normally skipped but decided to keep listening, Zhongli appearing on Fontaine’s mission, why had no one made a fuss about this on Tik Tok? He however was taken by surprise when Zhongli pulled out a dagger.

“I need to be forgiven and the only way I can do so is by showing you just how sorrowful I truly am.” He said before raising his arm and cutting his hand off.

“What the fuck?!” (Name) yelled in a shock and disgust and stood up. His eyes widened when the characters that had previously been out of the screen suddenly appeared and tried to pull Zhongli away. (Name) couldn’t handle seeing anymore how blood dripped out of Zhongli’s arms while he begged for forgiveness, Wriothesley trying to pull him back along the lunch guy. All of it stopped when (Name) turned off the game.

…

He stopped playing after that. Then his 15th birthday came, that same day he woke up with a fever but was forced to still go to school. He passed out while crossing a road. And now he was here.

In Teyvat. With his memories.

He had spent the last 2 days on this temple, thinking of what he was supposed to do. He was far too weak to use his powers, his body needed to be “molded”, he should unify (Name)’s body to his own to at least have a decent shape, or he wouldn’t be able to use his powers. By now his acolytes must be running back and forth, going crazy over the where he is. He could barely shut up the voices of their prayers.

Sleeping became a challenge because of the whispers, and because he really wasn't tired anymore. Either way it sucked. (Name) took all his mental strength to bother rising from bed, he needed to eat. 2 days had passed since he last ate. (Name) stretched his limbs and yawned, he walked out of the temple that went back to being a mere rock as soon as he left.

Without any rush he started walking towards Mondstadt, he was definitely in the mood of exploring it this time. When he got to the city he took the time to recognize its beauty, the stone walls certainly looked quite intimidating, it made a good defense against enemies or natural disasters. 2 knights were at the door, (Name) acknowledged their watchful yet concealed eyes, it was clear they took their job seriously but made sure the people wouldn't feel uncomfortable.

When he walked in he was greeted by a stand of flowers, the vendor however was missing. To his left was a blacksmith diligently working and to his right there were other stands. The stone construction added a special touch to the town, it reminded (Name) of one of the earth countries, Germany. It seemed like a place where those romantic moments were bound to happen.

Moments that even his human reincarnation wasn't able to experience. How pitiful.

(Name) wandered through the cobblestone streets of Mondstadt, taking in the sights and sounds of the bustling city. The aroma of freshly baked bread wafted through the air, mingling with the scent of blooming flowers from the nearby stands. The city was alive with activity—children playing, merchants haggling, and adventurers preparing for their next journey. It was a stark contrast to the quiet, desolate temple he had just left.

The windmills turned lazily in the breeze, and the statue of Barbatos stood tall in the plaza, its serene expression almost mocking him. He wondered if Venti, the carefree bard who was secretly the Anemo Archon, was somewhere nearby, strumming his lyre and singing songs of freedom.

He headed closer to certain individuals who he had attracted his attention ever since his reincarnation saw them through that screen for the first time, he wondered how they’d treat a stranger to their lands who held no particular talent unlike the blond haired one.

He wondered off to them and pretends to bump into them. “Oh, my apologies. I did not notice you.” He said with a worried expression as he faked embarrassment.

Jean, the Acting Grand Master of the Knights of Favonius, standing before him. Her blonde hair was tied back neatly, and her blue eyes held a warmth that contrasted with her authoritative demeanor. “It’s fine Mr,” She paused as she seemed to not know him and realization flashed her… another traveler?

“Welcome to Mondstadt, sir. Is this your first time here?” She was accompanied by Kaeya, the Cavalry Captain, who leaned casually against a nearby wall, his usual smirk playing on his lips.

“Ah, yes,” (Name) replied, offering a small smile. “I’ve heard much about this city. It’s even more beautiful in person.”

Jean nodded, her expression softening. “I’m glad to hear that. If you need any assistance or have questions, don’t hesitate to ask the Knights of Favonius. We’re here to help.”

Kaeya pushed off the wall and stepped forward, his eye glinting with curiosity. He took notice on the stranger’s unique and unknown attire… much like Aether’s. “You seem... different. Not your average traveler, are you?”

(Name) chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his head. “Just a wanderer passing through. Nothing special.”

Kaeya’s smirk widened, as if he didn’t quite believe him, but he didn’t press further. “Well, if you’re looking for a drink or some entertainment, the Angel’s Share is the place to be. Just don’t let Diluc catch you slacking off.”

Jean shot Kaeya a disapproving look before turning back to (Name). “Ignore him. If you need anything, feel free to visit the Knights’ headquarters. We’d be happy to assist you.”

(Name) thanked them and watched as they walked off. His friendly and nervous smile vanished. These were the characters that were willing to do such atrocities for his attention, and oh he knew that if. they knew who—or what—he truly was he’d be dragged somewhere “safe” by them as soon as they noticed his current form was quite useless in terms of fighting.

As he continued his exploration, (Name) found himself drawn to the sound of music. Following the melody, he arrived at the plaza, where a crowd had gathered around a bard with a lyre. It was Venti, his green hat tilted at a playful angle as he sang a lively tune. His voice was soothing, and for a moment, (Name) forgot about his troubles.

When the song ended, the crowd erupted into applause, and Venti took a dramatic bow. His eyes met (Name)’s, and for a brief moment, there was a flicker of recognition in his gaze. But it was gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by his usual carefree smile.

“Thank you, thank you!” Venti said, waving to the crowd. “Your support is always appreciated. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I believe I’ve earned myself a drink.”

The crowd dispersed, and Venti approached (Name), his lyre slung over his shoulder. “You’re new here, aren’t you? I haven’t seen you around before.” (Name) nodded. “Just arrived today. Your music is... captivating.”

Venti grinned. “Why, thank you! Music is the soul of Mondstadt, after all. Say, would you care to join me for a drink? My treat.” (Name) hesitated. He wasn’t sure if he was ready to engage in casual conversation with someone who could potentially recognize him easily. But the earnest look in Venti’s eyes made it hard to refuse. He was still but a weak man to his creations.

“Sure,” he said finally. “Lead the way.”

As they walked to the Angel’s Share, (Name) couldn’t shake the feeling that he was dooming himself more, the wind of Teyvat hadn’t betrayed his will yet. Yeah, that’s why Venti invited him, to see why Teyvat’s wind refused to spill the secrets of his past. With that he relaxed more, reassuring himself that the bard wouldn’t notice how different he was from the local human.

Mondstadt was just the first step. Liyue awaited.

Took me long enough ik, I also got lazy at the end 🫠 hope you enjoyed it though

#yandere sagau #yandere genshin impact #genshin impact sagau #genshin sagau #yandere x reader #yandere platonic #male reader #Genshin Impanct x male reader

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taesanluv3r · 1 year ago

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lost in love songs.

han taesan x reader

a short, three part, friends to lovers story.

ੈ✩‧₊ hidden love unfolds when taesan's ipod nano accidentally ends up in the hands of his best-friend, yn. a certain playlist catches her eyes, revealing the true feelings kept within the depths of the boy's heart.

part one: for, yn.

shy introvert! taesan, loud extrovert! reader. some cuss words, myung jaehyun as reader's older brother, yang jungwon as class president! lowercase intended, excuse any spelling mistakes / grammatical errors! enjoy <3

wc: 2,044

masterlist 𖦹 part two 𖦹 part three

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"myung yn, han taesan. you guys are up for classroom duty today! don't forget to return the brooms to the closet when you're done, the keys go in mr. bang's office!"

yang jungwon, their class president, spoke from his seat at the very front of the class. his body turned towards the pair of best-friends who sat beside each other at the back corner of the room. "yup, got it" myung yn replies, shooting the dimple adorned boy two thumbs up and a sweet smile. jungwon tilts his head in the direction of the guy beside her, causing the girl to turn over to her left, eyes being met by han taesan. he seemed to be daydreaming, his nose pointed upwards as he stared at whatever was outside the window, his hearing blocked by the wired earphones that stuck into his ears. sighing, yn grabs at one side of the listening device, pulling him immediately out of his trance. "huh? did you say something?" taesan's voice is quiet as usual, his eyes widening slightly as he spoke. his friend chuckles, "we're on classroom duty today" she says, fidgeting with the silver heart-shaped charm on her bracelet. "maybe you should listen when class prezzy speaks" yn's statement makes him roll his eyes, "but that's what i have you for!" he shoots her an awkward smile, his teeth showing and his nose scrunched. "so what? i'm your only friend, and your messenger now?" her words sting a little, a glare taking over his previously smiley complexion.

the girl giggles as the bell rings, playfully pushing his shoulders as she gets up from her seat. "upwards, your majesty!" yn announces all too loudly in some sort of a terrible british accent, the shy introverted boy's face showing her a panicked expression as all eyes went onto them. she doesn't stop though, chest puffing out as she takes a deep breath, "we've got but the best of duties to fulfill! you must now-" her voice comes to a halt when he abruptly gets up, slapping his large hand over her mouth to shut her up before he got any more embarrassed than he already was. getting lightheaded, the girl taps at his arm, breathing heavily when she was released. "that was like…attempted murder…" she speaks between breaths, eyes growing big like her friend had just turned into some psycho killer. taesan just rolls his eyes, "maybe you should use your inside voice next time then" and he walks past her, heading to the closet at the very end of the classroom.

the pair of polar opposite friends begin their cleaning duties. i say polar opposites because that's exactly what they were. han taesan was only the biggest introvert in the world! that, and his rather cold demeanor meant that half the people that knew him were either intimidated or just flat out terrified of him. everyone except her, of course. myung yn, she might as well wear a massive E for extrovert on her head. yn was a star student, someone people were attracted to and wanted to be friends with. however, despite her sweet attitude and smile, the girl was rather picky about her acquaintances. so how did the han boy, who only wore long coats and ripped jeans when he wasn't wearing uniform, who prefers to read books over movies, who only listened to the curated playlists of music he pirated onto his dad's old ipod nano from 2005- that, and of course his own songs that he wrote in his free time- the guy who could barely keep up conversation with anyone without some help. how could he become friends with the myung girl? who wears short skirts even during the winter, enjoyed petting animals, watched home alone when it wasn't even close to christmas, the girl who's a hopeless romantic, always running her friend's ear off about that new rom-com she watched or her endless fantasies of her own longing for romance. how were these two antipodes, these two contradictory figures, how did they manage to be the best of friends?

well…to be honest with you, neither of them knew either. all they know is that one day, long ago in middle school, when the boy was too shy to make friends and had no one to talk to, some sort of an angel decided to sit him right beside the overly friendly girl. the one girl- no, scratch that- the one person, who willingly spoke to him when no one else would. and they've been inseparable since then. and despite their many differences, the pair got along just fine. if not, perfect.

"ugh…why do people still stick gum under their desks like this? the trash can is literally right there…" yn groaned, suddenly thankful for the blue rubber gloves she had put on when they started cleaning just ten minutes ago. her eyes wandered upwards and over to the boy when she hears no answer, another sigh escaping her lips when she sees him completely lost in his head once again, those same wired earphones from before plugged into the silver ipod that sat on the table beside where he was sweeping the floor. "earth to taesan?" he's shaken out of his thoughts when the girl appears right in front of him. "huh?" he asks, that phrase coming out of his mouth much too often for her liking. "were you talking to me?" she rolls her eyes, as if it were obvious. "what are you even listening to that's got you all distracted like this?" she wonders, a curious arm reaching out to grab onto the tiny music device. however, before she could even process the white buttons, the ipod was stolen away from her by its now flustered owner. yn cocks an eyebrow up, shooting him a perplexed look. "it…it's nothing! just a new song i've been working on…it's not done yet, i haven't finished it" the boy stutters, he rarely stutters around her, it was so unlike him to be hiding something from her- especially one of his songs that he was always so proud of. "weirdo" she mutters before going back to picking off gum from under her classmates' desks, not catching the way the boy stared at her for a minute, somewhat of a relieved sigh leaving his lips as he did so.

sooner or later, the pair had finished their duties, stuffing the cleaning supplies back in their classroom's closet before leaving and locking the door behind them. on their way out of their school, which had fallen silent apart from the basketball team who had stayed back to practice down in the sports centre, they stopped by the teachers' office to hook the classroom key back onto it's designated spot on the wall. they were on their way home now, or at least, on the way to her home. he always walked with her. even if his house was a whole other thirty minutes away from her neighbourhood in the opposite direction, he insisted on accompanying her every single day.

yn exhales as they walked down the side-walk path towards her complex, a cool breath escaping her lips and the girl starts to regret the fact that she had forgotten her school blazer when she was running late this morning. taesan notices, walking on the side of the street towards the road, shielding her from the cars speeding past them. "cold?" he asks, looking down at her slightly smaller figure. the girl shakes her head, "no" but her voice comes out shaky. the boy laughs out loud, beginning to remove his own school blazer from off of his shoulders. "you're a terrible liar" he says, tossing the article of clothing atop her head, blocking away her sight for just a moment before she grabbed a hold of it. "hold this" she demands, lazily passing him her light-pink backpack before throwing his blazer over her own shoulders, the oversized fit of it making him chuckle lightly. the pair of friends shared mindless conversation as they resumed their journey home, the harsh winds blowing against their hair causing them to squint slightly as they walked. alas, they make it to the front of her gated neighbourhood. the boy smiled softly as she waved him off, disappearing into the distance. taesan crosses the street carefully, turning around before making his long journey back to his own place.

"i'm home!" yn announces, closing the door behind her and tossing her shoes onto the rack to her right. "did your boyfriend walk you home again?" the teasing voice of her brother emerges from up the stairs. the girl rolls her eyes, "mom! jaehyun is bothering me again" she pouts, to which he just scoffs, "that's not a no~" she slaps him on the arm, "mom!!" and then her frown turns into a menacing smirk. "jae, stop bothering your sister!" their mother's voice is stern, echoing from over in the kitchen. "snitch" jaehyun says, pushing his little sister's head lightly as he followed her up the stairs and into her room.

"who's blazer is that? i thought you forgot yours at home this morning? i would know cause i had to do your laundry today" he sneered, slumping himself onto the girl's bed. "oh shit, it's taesan's. he let me wear it on the way home, i completely forgot" yn cussed, slapping her palm against her head as she did so, beginning to take her friend's jacket off. she sighed, "i'll give it back to him tomorrow" jaehyun furrows his eyebrows, "tomorrows a weekend, you're not going to school…unless you have other plans with him...like a date~" her brother shoots her a suggestive grin, his face disappearing when the blazer in her hand is launched at him. "ow!" he yells, rubbing his forehead with a frown. "oh, don't be dramatic. it's a piece of cloth, it's not supposed to hurt" yn scoffs, walking into her closet to change into something more comfortable. "no, something hard in there hit me" the boy says, "what is it?" she asked, entering her bedroom again. "i don't know…" jae mumbles, shuffling slightly as he stuck a hand through the jacket in search of the mystery object.

"aha!" he exclaims, pulling out the infamous silver music player she had seen far too many times already. "an ipod nano? who the fuck uses an ipod these days? can't he listen to music on his phone like a normal person?" his sister glares, moving closer hit him upside his head. "leave him alone, and leave his ipod alone too! he prefers the sound of that thing, plus all his original songs are in there to save space…stop snooping around, he doesn't like that" jaehyun shrugs, seemingly ignoring his sister's words as he pushed the on button, watching as the tiny screen turned white. "anyways, he's probably panicking right now. i should text him and tell him his ipod is safe with me and-" she was cut off by her brother's voice, "yeah, you might want to take a look at this before you do that" she looked at him half-confused and half-pissed off that he had looked through her friend's belongings when she specifically said not to.

"what am i looking at? and i told you not to snoop around!" she exclaimed, a frustrated groan threatening to escape her mouth. "yn, shut up for once and just look at this!" the urgency in his voice fuels the curiosity she had in her heart, giving in as she sat down beside him on her bed. "what…" she trails off, eyes widening as she pulls the small gadget out of her sibling's hand.

"you sure you guys aren't a thing? cause..."

there on the screen, a little folder hidden under all his other ones. and in it, two songs, two original songs: 'about a girl' and 'can't help falling in love' yn snickers a little at the obvious inspiration from his favourite artists nirvana and elvis, her mind picturing a puzzled taesan who couldn't come up with his own song names. however the girl is still lost, and it's the title of the playlist that confuses her. the playlist addressed to her. two simple words in bold letters that said,

'for, yn'

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eee!!! the first part of this short, three part series TT hope u guys enjoyed it 🤭 any guesses for what's going to happen next?? reblogs n feedback highly appreciated!! send me an ask, let's talk abt this 💭😽 excited for u guys to read the next part, featuring song lyrics i wrote myself!! love, kona.

#kona's work ♡#boynextdoor #boynextdoor drabbles #boynextdoor imagines #boynextdoor x reader #taesan #taesan x reader #boynextdoor taesan #bnd taesan #han dongmin #han taesan #bnd x reader

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