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Everything To Me | S.R.
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summary: Spencer is in love with his coworker and best friend and goes all out to celebrate her birthday on the day after when she catches her boyfriend in bed with another woman when they arrive home from a case.
this is 100% season 1 spencer
warning: cheating, making out, angst/comfort
“(Y/N)! Wait up!” Spencer stumbled, tripping over his feet as he hurried to catch the elevator with his friend. He covered the distance from his desk to the elevator doors in record time as (Y/N) hit the button to presumably hold open the doors for him. He slid in and stood next to her while panting lightly. He really needed to do some cardio, he noted to himself.
“Wow, with speed like that I should start calling you Barry Allen,” she giggled, making Spencer's heart flutter in the best and most terrifying way and drawing a laugh out of his throat (even though he didn’t really get the reference). He couldn't help it when all he could think about was how much he wanted to hear that laugh every day for the rest of his life.
“Sorry,” he flashed a sheepish smile at her and ducked his head a little bit as he felt his cheeks heat up slightly.
“Hey, uh, I was wondering if you had any, uh, any plans for the evening? There’s a Star Trek: The Next Generation marathon and I know that’s your favorite Star Trek series so I was thinking maybe we could hang out and maybe get some takeout?"
"That sounds like it would be a hell of a time," she began. Spencer could already feel the incoming, "but I promised Warren I'd spend the evening with him since it's my birthday and all." Spencer had to keep himself from making a face at the mention of her asshole of a boyfriend, not wanting to upset her, and so instead he opted to skip over that and react to the next part of her statement.
"Wait it's your birthday? Why didn't you say anything? We all would have done something to celebrate before going home today," Spencer started kicking himself internally. How could he not have known today was her birthday? The two of them had become attached at the hip pretty much since she started at the BAU 4 months ago. She had even celebrated his own birthday with him and the rest of the team.
“Hey, it’s okay! You don’t need to feel bad or anything, I tend to just treat my birthday like it’s any other day so I often just don't even tell anyone when it is,” she shot him a sweet smile in an attempt to assure him that it was okay but it didn't make him feel any less guilty.
Spencer's heart sank a bit at the thought of not being able to celebrate (Y/N)'s birthday with her, but he knew Warren was important to her regardless of how much Spencer and the team disliked him. He mustered a smile and nodded, "No worries, spending time with Warren sounds great. Happy birthday, (Y/N). I hope your day is as wonderful as you are."
(Y/N) blushed at the compliment, waving it off modestly. The elevator dinged softly, indicating they had reached the ground floor. As the doors slid open, they stepped out into the bustling lobby of the FBI building. Spencer glanced at his watch and realized it was already late in the evening.
"Well, I should let you get going. Have a fantastic birthday night with Warren," Spencer said, trying to hide his disappointment behind a cheerful facade.
"Thank you, Spencer. I really appreciate it. We should definitely catch that Star Trek marathon another time," she replied with a warm smile before turning to head towards the exit.
Later in the evening, Spencer found himself sitting on his worn-out couch, a container of lukewarm Chinese takeout resting in his lap as he absentmindedly watched reruns of Star Trek. His mind kept wandering back to the encounter in the elevator with (Y/N) earlier that day. The missed opportunity to spend her birthday with her weighed heavily on his heart.
Just as Captain Picard was about to make a diplomatic decision that could change the course of an entire star system, Spencer's phone rang, jolting him out of his thoughts. He glanced at the screen to see (Y/N)'s name flashing brightly.
With a mixture of confusion and worry, he answered the call. "Hey, (Y/N), is everything okay?" His heart clenched at the sound of her quiet sobs on the other end of the line.
"Spencer," her voice cracked, "can you... can you come pick me up?"
Without another word, Spencer sprang into action. "Of course, (Y/N). I'll be right there. Where are you?" Spencer's voice was filled with concern as he quickly grabbed his keys and rushed out the door, leaving behind the half-eaten container of Chinese takeout and the flickering TV screen showing Star Trek.
As he drove through the quiet streets towards (Y/N)'s location, thoughts raced through Spencer's mind. Why was she crying? What had happened? He couldn't bear the thought of her in distress, especially on her birthday.
Finally reaching the spot where she said she would be, Spencer spotted (Y/N) sitting on a bench outside of a sketchy looking apartment complex, her head buried in her hands. He parked the car and hurried over to her, his heart breaking at the sight of her tear-streaked face.
"(Y/N), what's wrong?" Spencer knelt down beside her, gently placing a hand on her back. She looked up at him with red, puffy eyes, and he felt a crack in his chest
as her trembling voice filled the cool night air.
"I... I waited for Warren at my apartment, but he never showed up or called. I got worried and went to his place," she paused, taking a shuddering breath before continuing, "I let myself in with my key, and... and I found him in bed with another woman."
Shock rippled through Spencer as he struggled to process her words. The image of (Y/N) standing in the doorway of Warren's apartment, witnessing such a betrayal, tore at his heart. Anger flared within him, directed not only at Warren but at the unfairness of it all. How could someone as kind and genuine as (Y/N) be treated so callously?
Without hesitation, Spencer pulled (Y/N) into a tight embrace, offering her solace in the warmth of his arms. He felt her tears soak into his shirt as she clung to him, seeking comfort amidst the storm of emotions raging within her.
As she sobbed into his chest he felt tears pricking his own eyes. He gently cupped her head and started stroking her hair in an attempt to soothe her before saying, “let’s get you into the car, okay?”
As Spencer led (Y/N) to his car, he couldn't shake the image of her devastated face from his mind. The weight of her heartbreak hung heavy in the air, suffocating him with a sense of helplessness. He opened the car door for her, watching as she settled into the passenger seat with a heavy sigh.
"I'm so sorry, (Y/N)," Spencer murmured softly as he started the engine, casting a sympathetic glance her way. "You deserve so much better than this."
(Y/N) let out a bitter laugh, devoid of any humor. "I should have known better than to get my hopes up. This is why I never celebrate my birthday. It’s more trouble than it’s worth," she confessed, her voice laced with resignation and nothing more than a whisper by the very end. Spencer's heart clenched at her words. He wanted nothing more than to ease her pain, to show her that she deserved all the love and happiness in the world.
"You deserve to be celebrated, (Y/N)," Spencer said with conviction, his eyes meeting hers in the dim light of the car. "No one has the right to make you feel otherwise. You are kind, beautiful, and deserving of all the love and joy that life has to offer."
Spencer's words echoed in (Y/N)'s mind as they drove through the quiet streets of the city, the soft glow of streetlights casting a serene ambiance over the car. The heaviness of her heart began to lift ever so slightly, buoyed by the sincerity in Spencer's eyes and the comfort of his presence beside her.
As they reached a stoplight, Spencer turned to (Y/N) with a tentative smile. "How about we make a detour?" he suggested gently. "There's this little ice cream shop a few blocks away. Maybe some ice cream might help lift your spirits."
(Y/N) managed a small smile in return, touched by Spencer's thoughtfulness. The simple gesture felt like a ray of sunshine breaking through the storm clouds that had gathered around her heart. "That sounds nice," she replied softly, her voice still tinged with sadness but with a glimmer of gratitude shining through.
They parked near the ice cream shop, its cheerful neon sign beckoning them inside. The bell above the door jingled as they stepped in, greeted by the sweet scent of freshly made waffle cones and a colorful display of ice cream flavors. Spencer guided (Y/N) to a cozy booth by the window, where they could watch the world pass by as they indulged in their frozen treats.
As they savored their ice cream, the heaviness in (Y/N)'s heart began to thaw, melting away with each spoonful of creamy sweetness. Spencer listened attentively as she shared snippets of her favorite childhood memories, her voice soft and wistful against the backdrop of cheerful chatter from other customers.
Once they had finished their ice cream, Spencer suggested another detour. "There's this little vintage store down the street that always has some classic movies on sale. How about we pick up one of your favorites and head back to my place to watch it?”
(Y/N) hesitated before saying, “I don’t know about picking up anything from a store but is that Star Trek marathon still on?” The slight amount of hope in her voice made Spencer’s heart flutter with a mix of relief and warmth. He had been longing for a chance to make her smile, to see a glimmer of happiness light up her eyes once more.
Nodding enthusiastically, he replied, "Absolutely! We can swing by the store another time. For now, let's head straight to my place for that Star Trek marathon." The anticipation in (Y/N)'s eyes was palpable as they made their way to Spencer's cozy apartment. The familiar scent of old books and fresh laundry greeted them as they stepped inside, the soft glow of string lights casting a warm ambiance over the living room.
Spencer turned the TV back on, dimming the lights to create a cozy home-theater atmosphere. They settled on the couch, surrounded by plush pillows and soft blankets, basking in the nostalgic thrill of the sci-fi classic unfolding on the screen.
As the episode played on, Spencer got up and reheated the Chinese food from earlier and putting it on plates for each of them. He grabbed himself a fork and got one of the sets of chopsticks from the restaurant for (Y/N). As he made his way back to the living room he saw (Y/N) happily rocking back and forth as she watched Data and Geordi share another one of their intriguing engineering discussions. Spencer couldn't help but smile at the sight, a flicker of contentment lighting up his own heart as he handed (Y/N) the plate with her food and settled back onto the couch beside her.
Between bites of General Tso's chicken and sips of hot tea, Spencer couldn't help but feel a sense of peace settle over him. The soft glow of the TV cast shadows across the room, creating a cocoon of warmth and familiarity around them. The gentle hum of the spaceship's engines on screen seemed to lull them both into a comfortable silence, broken only by the occasional chuckle or comment about the characters.
After a few episodes, Spencer found himself stealing glances at (Y/N) out of the corner of his eye, admiring the soft curve of her profile as she watched intently. He could see a spark of joy in her eyes, a fleeting moment of escape from the weight of unspoken emotions that lingered between them. Sensing a rare moment of vulnerability, Spencer cleared his throat softly before turning to (Y/N) with a gentle smile.
"Hey, (Y/N)," he began, his voice soft and tentative. "I was wondering... If you could have done anything for your birthday today, what would it have been?"
(Y/N) paused, her gaze shifting from the screen to Spencer. Her expression softened as she considered the question, a faint blush dusting her cheeks. "You know, I've always wanted to visit the Smithsonian," she murmured, her eyes distant with longing. "And maybe the Botanic Gardens too... It's on my list of things to do someday."
Spencer nodded, committing her words to memory as he filed away the simple desires she shared. He made a mental note to himself, silently vowing to make those dreams a reality for her someday.
As they finished the last episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation, Spencer noticed the clock on the wall ticking closer to midnight. With a sense of reluctance, he turned to (Y/N) and said, "I hate to cut this short, but it's getting late. I should call a cab for you."
(Y/N) looked up at him, a mixture of disappointment and understanding in her eyes. She nodded quietly, gathering her things and slipping on her coat. As Spencer dialed for a cab, he couldn't shake off the feeling of missed opportunities hanging heavy in the air.
The subdued sound of the approaching cab echoed through the quiet street outside. Spencer opened the door for (Y/N), his gaze lingering on her for a moment longer than necessary. "I'll be picking you up at 11 am tomorrow so be dressed and ready," he said, surprising both himself and (Y/N) with his sudden declaration.
Confusion flashed across her face as she stammered, "But... why? Where are we going?"
"Just make sure you’re ready,” he smiled, ideas blossoming in his mind as he decided he was going to show her what her birthday meant to him. He closed the cab door behind her and waved as the car drove off before turning on his heel and heading back inside, preparing to show his best friend the time of her life tomorrow.
Spencer woke up at 8 am the next morning to the soft rays of sunlight filtering through the curtains, illuminating his room in a golden hue. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he stretched his arms above his head and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. Today was going to be special; he was determined to make it a day that (Y/N) would never forget.
Remembering her mention once that morning glories were her favorite flower, Spencer decided to start by weaving a delicate flower crown out of the vibrant blooms he had picked from his backyard garden. As he carefully intertwined the petals and vines into a crown fit for a queen, he couldn't help but smile at the thought of seeing (Y/N) wear it.
After finishing the flower crown, Spencer's thoughts drifted to a memory she had shared with him long ago. Before her parents had passed away, they used to build her a pillow fort and hang fairy lights in it on special occasions. Determined to recreate that sense of childhood magic for her, Spencer set about constructing a fort in his living room. He gathered every pillow and blanket he could find, stacking them strategically to form the walls of the fort. With a bit of effort and creativity, he managed to fashion an elaborate yet cozy hideaway filled with soft cushions and twinkling fairy lights. His PhD in Engineering was finally seeing some use.
As he stepped back to admire his handiwork, Spencer's heart swelled with a mix of emotions. The soft glow of the lights cast a warm, inviting aura over the fort, creating an atmosphere of whimsy and nostalgia. He could almost picture the look of wonder on (Y/N)'s face when she saw it, and the thought filled him with a sense of anticipation.
With the fort completed, Spencer glanced at the clock and realized it was almost time to pick up (Y/N). Quickly changing into a clean shirt and vest and grabbing the flower crown he had made earlier, he made his way out the door, excitement bubbling in his chest.
As he drove to (Y/N)'s apartment, Spencer's mind was a whirlwind of nerves and anticipation. He parked the car a few blocks away, wanting to give himself a moment to compose himself before their day together began. Taking a deep breath, he stepped out onto the sidewalk and started the short walk to her building.
The street was alive with the sounds of the city waking up - the distant hum of traffic, the chatter of early risers going about their day. But in Spencer's mind, all he could focus on was the image of (Y/N) in his mind, wearing the flower crown he had made for her.
Finally reaching her apartment building, he climbed the steps to her floor, his heart pounding in his chest. Standing in front of her door, he took one last deep breath before lifting his hand to knock.
The sound echoed through the hallway, reverberating in Spencer's ears as he waited with bated breath. After what felt like an eternity, he heard footsteps approaching from inside the apartment. The soft shuffling of footsteps grew louder, and Spencer's pulse quickened in anticipation. Suddenly, the gentle click of the door being unlocked filled the air, and it slowly swung open to reveal (Y/N) standing before him.
She looked breathtaking. (Y/N) was wearing a simple yet elegant dress with cute buttons lining the front and a delicate peter pan collar. Her chin length bob was slightly curved under her chin and her bangs fell across her forehead in such a perfect way and Spencer looked away quickly, his cheeks burning when he realized he was staring. For a moment, they stood there in silence, the air thick with unspoken words and emotions.
Then, Spencer slowly brought forward the flower crown he had hidden behind his back, holding it out towards (Y/N) with a shaky hand. “Happy birthday," he finally whispered, his voice barely above a breath as he nervously offered her the crown. The soft petals of the flowers brushed against her fingertips, and (Y/N)'s eyes widened in surprise and delight as she took the flower crown from Spencer's hand. A small gasp escaped her lips as she held the delicate creation, a mix of awe and gratitude shining in her eyes as she looked up at him.
"Spencer, it's beautiful," she murmured as she gently placed it atop her head, her voice soft with emotion. The sun was just beginning to rise, casting a golden glow that illuminated her features, making her look even more ethereal. In that moment, caught in the gentle morning light, Spencer felt a swell of affection for her that threatened to overwhelm him.
After a beat of silence filled with unspoken words hanging in the air between them, Spencer cleared his throat and offered a hesitant smile. "Are you ready to go?" he asked, his heart beating a little faster at the prospect of spending the day with her.
(Y/N) returned his smile with a nod, her eyes sparkling with anticipation as she looped her arm through his, the flower crown perched delicately on her head. They strolled down the bustling street, the city waking up around them with a cacophony of sounds and scents. Spencer couldn't help but steal glances at (Y/N), her presence beside him filling him with a warmth he hadn't felt before.
Their first stop was a cozy bookshop just across the street from her apartment building. The bell above the door chimed softly as they entered, and the scent of aged paper and ink enveloped them in a comforting embrace. Rows upon rows of books lined the shelves, each one whispering promises of new worlds and adventures.
"Pick out as many as you'd like," Spencer said, gesturing to the endless array of titles surrounding them. (Y/N)'s eyes widened in delight, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she wandered through the aisles, her fingers trailing over spines in search of stories. He watched as she made her way through the shelves until she reached the SciFi/Fantasy and Horror section and begin removing books from the shelves, reading the backs and either adding them to the stack in her arms or placing them back on the shelves.
Spencer couldn't help but admire the way (Y/N) immersed herself in the world of books, her eyes alight with a passion that made her even more enchanting. She moved with purpose, carefully selecting each book as if it held a piece of her soul within its pages. His heart swelled with fondness for her, her love for literature reflecting a depth to her character that he found endlessly captivating.
As (Y/N) returned back to him, her arms filled with a stack of books that seemed to reach towards the sky, she gave him a sheepish smile. "I might have gotten a bit carried away," she admitted, a hint of embarrassment coloring her cheeks. “Could you help me narrow things down a little bit?”
Spencer chuckled softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners in amusement. "No need to apologize. Let's see what treasures you've found," he said, reaching out to take a few books from her arms. Together, they perused the titles she had chosen, discussing the plots and themes. After they had no luck in narrowing down the pile, Spencer scooped them all up into his arms in a stack and began making his way to the checkout stand.
"Why bother narrowing it down?" Spencer's voice was filled with a playful lilt as he carried the stack of books towards the checkout counter, (Y/N) trailing behind him with a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
"Impressive selection," the bookstore clerk commented as he rung up the stack of books, each title a window into (Y/N)'s interests and desires. (Y/N) beamed at the compliment, her eyes shining with confusion and gratitude as Spencer pulled out his wallet and paid before she could even reach for her own from her bag.
As they left the bookshop, the sun had climbed higher in the sky, casting a warm glow over the crowded streets. The sounds of the city swirled around them—honking cars, lively chatter, and the distant rumble of a passing train. Spencer glanced over at (Y/N) walking beside him, her face illuminated by a soft radiance.
(Y/N) quickly unlocked the door and placed the bags of books onto her dining room table before they walked back outside. Spencer patiently waited as she locked her door before holding his arm out again for her to grab on to as he lead her to his car.
As they arrived at the Smithsonian Air and Space Museum, Spencer's steps were light with anticipation. The air was alive with the promise of discovery, and he couldn't wait to share this world of wonders with (Y/N). The museum loomed before them like a giant treasure trove, its grand architecture a testament to human ingenuity and ambition.
Stepping inside, they were greeted by a vast hall filled with aircraft suspended from the ceiling like metallic birds frozen in flight. (Y/N)'s eyes widened in awe, her gaze flitting from one exhibit to another as Spencer led her through the maze of history and innovation.
"This is the Wright Flyer," Spencer said, pointing towards the iconic biplane that started it all. "It's incredible to think that this simple machine paved the way for all modern aviation."
As they moved deeper into the museum, Spencer's voice became a gentle murmur of knowledge and passion. He regaled (Y/N) with stories of astronauts who dared to venture beyond Earth's atmosphere and the technological advancements that made it all possible. (Y/N) listened with rapt attention, her eyes shimmering with wonder and admiration for both the exhibits and the man beside her.
Each artifact held a story, a piece of history waiting to be unraveled. Spencer's explanations brought life to the static displays, turning them into vibrant tales of human courage and scientific progress. He pointed out the intricate details of each spacecraft, each spacesuit, each photograph, as if they were sacred relics in a grand temple of human achievement.
As they entered the lunar module exhibit, (Y/N) gasped in awe at the sight of the actual spacecraft that had touched the surface of the moon as well as a piece of rock from the moon that was free for visitors to touch. She reached out a hand as if to touch it, but stopped herself, as if afraid to disturb the fragile connection between past and present.
Spencer noticed her hesitation and smiled softly. "It's okay, you can touch it," he encouraged. "Feel the history in your fingers."
(Y/N) tentatively reached out and brushed her fingertips against the cool, pitted surface of the moon rock. A jolt of electricity seemed to pass through her as she made contact, connecting her to a distant world that had once seemed so unreachable. Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, overwhelmed by the weight of history and the magnitude of human achievement.
Spencer watched her with a mix of admiration and fondness, his heart swelling with a bittersweet ache at the sight of her emotional response. He longed to reach out and comfort her, to share in this moment of vulnerability and connection, but he held back, knowing that some experiences were meant to be felt in solitude.
As they moved on to the space shuttle exhibit, Spencer's voice took on a reverent tone as he explained the intricacies of space travel and the courage of those who dared to venture into the unknown. (Y/N) listened intently, hanging onto his every word as if they were precious treasures. The stories of the astronauts and their daring adventures resonated with her in a way she couldn't quite explain. It was as if each tale of exploration and discovery tugged at something deep within her, awakening a yearning for the stars that had long been dormant.
After exploring the wonders of the cosmos in the Air and Space Museum, Spencer suggested they visit the Museum of Natural History next. (Y/N) eagerly agreed, her curiosity piqued by the promise of delving into the mysteries of the natural world.
The moment they stepped into the museum, a wave of earthy scents enveloped them—the musty aroma of ancient fossils, the fresh green fragrance of preserved plants, and the tangy scent of minerals. (Y/N) took a deep breath, savoring the rich tapestry of odors that surrounded her as they ventured deeper into the exhibits.
Spencer guided her through halls filled with towering skeletons of dinosaurs, exotic taxidermy specimens, and sparkling gemstones that seemed to whisper tales of ancient worlds and forgotten creatures. His voice, now a gentle hum of fascination, wove intricate stories of the natural wonders before them, each exhibit a chapter in the never-ending book of Earth's history.
With every step, (Y/N) felt herself being transported back in time, her senses overwhelmed by the sights, sounds, and scents of a world long gone yet preserved within the walls of the museum. She marveled at the sheer diversity of life that had once inhabited the planet, from the majestic bones of a towering T-Rex to the delicate wings of a butterfly frozen in time.
As they reached the Butterfly Pavilion, (Y/N)'s eyes lit up with childlike excitement. She walked among the lush greenery, her fingers gently trailing over velvety leaves and vibrant petals as she inspected each plant with keen interest. Spencer watched her with a soft smile, his admiration for her knowledge and passion shining in his eyes.
"It’s like stepping into a living kaleidoscope," (Y/N) breathed, her voice hushed with wonder. "Each butterfly and moth, every plant here tells a story of adaptation and survival. Look at this one," she gestured to a plump monarch butterfly sipping nectar from a bright orange bloom, "did you know they migrate for thousands of miles to escape the cold?"
Spencer was happy to listen intently to her spout knowledge that he already held, captivated by the gleam in her eyes and the animated gestures that accompanied each explanation. He found himself falling even more deeply under her spell as she shared her wealth of knowledge, her voice growing more animated with each tidbit of information.
As they wandered through the pavilion, (Y/N) pointed out the intricate patterns on the butterflies' wings, explaining their purpose and significance with a mix of scientific precision and unbridled enthusiasm. Spencer couldn't help but be swept up in her passion, feeling a warmth bloom in his chest at the sight of her so fully immersed in her element. Her rarely used PhDs in Botany and Microbiology shone brightly through her words and actions as she explained the importance of every living thing within the enclosure down to the network of fungal mycelium in the dirt, making Spencer see her in a whole new light. The way she spoke about each species of butterfly or moth, each plant or fungus they saw, showcased not only her expertise but also her deep love and respect for the natural world.
Spencer found himself hanging onto her every word, just as she had done with his tales of space exploration earlier. He admired the way her eyes sparkled with excitement, the way her hands gestured animatedly as if conducting a symphony of knowledge and wonder.
As they reached a secluded corner of the pavilion, (Y/N) knelt down beside a cluster of milkweed plants, her voice soft and reverent as she explained their importance to the monarch butterflies. Spencer watched her intently, a sense of peace settling over him as he observed her in her element. He then checked his watch, his eyes widening in realization as he saw the time. They were going to be late for the dinner reservation he had managed to secure at the new Italian restaurant (Y/N) had been longing to try for months. With a gentle touch on her shoulder, Spencer interrupted her explanation about the symbiotic relationship between the milkweed plants and monarch butterflies.
"(Y/N), as much as I hate to interrupt your fascinating lesson, we should start heading out. We have a dinner reservation," Spencer said apologetically, a hint of regret in his tone.
Startled by the mention of dinner, (Y/N) straightened up, her eyes widening in surprise before a sheepish smile crossed her face. "Oh gosh, I completely lost track of time! I'm so sorry, Spencer. Let's go."
They hurried through the Butterfly Pavilion, their steps quickening as they made their way to the exit. Spencer opened the passenger door for her as they approached his car, and they soon found themselves seated inside as Spencer started the engine. The warmth of the setting sun bathed the interior in a golden glow, casting long shadows across (Y/N)'s face as she fastened her seatbelt. She glanced over at Spencer, her eyes shining with a mix of excitement and anticipation for the evening ahead.
The drive to the Italian restaurant was filled with comfortable silence, the only sound the soft hum of the radio playing a mellow jazz tune in the background. Spencer stole glances at (Y/N) from time to time, admiring how the fading light accentuated her features, casting her in a soft, ethereal glow.
Arriving at the restaurant, they were greeted by the tantalizing aroma of garlic and tomato sauce wafting through the air. The cozy ambiance of the place enveloped them as they were led to their table, nestled in a corner with a flickering candle casting dancing shadows on their faces.
As they perused the menu, (Y/N)'s eyes widened in delight as she scanned the offerings, her excitement palpable. Spencer couldn't help but smile at her enthusiasm, feeling a warmth in his chest that had nothing to do with the romantic candlelight surrounding them. This moment, this simple act of sharing a meal with her, felt like a glimpse into the life he had always wanted but never dared to reach for.
Their conversation flowed effortlessly, filled with laughter and shared stories. (Y/N)'s eyes sparkled with joy as she recounted a hilarious mishap at work, and Spencer found himself hanging onto her every word once again. It was moments like these that made him forget about his own worries and fears, immersing himself in the present moment.
As the waiter brought out their food, the table was soon filled with plates of steaming pasta and fragrant sauces. The first bite sent a burst of flavors dancing on (Y/N)'s tongue, and she couldn't help but close her eyes in bliss. Spencer watched her savor each mouthful, her expression a symphony of delight and contentment. The flickering candlelight played on her face, accentuating the curve of her smile and the sparkle in her eyes.
Spencer's gaze lingered on her, a sense of longing tugging at his heart. He wanted to freeze this moment in time, to etch it into his memory forever. The warmth of the restaurant, the soft glow of the candle, the sound of (Y/N)'s laughter – all of it wove together into a tapestry of perfect happiness.
But beneath the surface of their shared joy, Spencer felt a pang of bittersweet realization. This was just a moment, a fleeting interlude in their lives. Tomorrow, they would return to their separate paths, their separate dreams.
As (Y/N) reached for her glass of wine, her hand brushed against his, sending a jolt of electricity through him. Their eyes met, and in that brief moment of connection, Spencer felt a surge of courage wash over him. As they finished their meals, the waiter returned to their table with a flourish, presenting a tray of decadent desserts that Spencer had secretly ordered while (Y/N) was in the bathroom. A smile played on his lips as he watched her eyes widen in surprise and delight at the unexpected treat.
"Spencer, you didn't have to do this," she murmured, her voice soft with gratitude.
"It's my pleasure," he replied, his tone gentle yet tinged with a hint of nervousness. "Would you like to enjoy it here or take it to go and eat it while watching something?"
(Y/N) hesitated for a moment, her gaze flickering between the cozy restaurant ambiance and the promise of a quiet moment elsewhere. After a brief pause, she decided, "Let's take it to go."
Spencer nodded in agreement and politely requested the bill. As he settled the payment, a sense of resolve settled in him, guiding his actions as they left the restaurant. The cool night air caressed their skin as they walked towards Spencer's car parked just around the corner. He opened the passenger door for her, a gesture that was both chivalrous and intimate.
As they drove through the city streets, (Y/N) couldn't shake off the feeling of curiosity that gnawed at her mind. Why were they headed to Spencer's apartment instead of hers, as she had anticipated? Her thoughts raced, trying to find an explanation for this unexpected turn of events.
Upon arriving at his apartment building, Spencer handed her the to-go boxes with their desserts before unlocking the door. A sense of bewilderment washed over (Y/N) as she followed him inside. Before she could voice her confusion, Spencer moved behind her and gently covered her eyes with his hands, guiding her further into his apartment.
The faint scent of his cologne lingered in the air as (Y/N) let herself be led by Spencer through the dimly lit hallway. Her heart raced with a mix of anticipation and curiosity, her trust in him unwavering as he guided her with careful steps. The soft shuffle of their feet echoed in the corridor, creating a rhythm that seemed to match the beat of her own pulse.
After what felt like an eternity of darkness behind her closed eyelids, Spencer's hands finally left (Y/N)'s eyes, revealing a mesmerizing sight before her. As she blinked away the temporary blindness, a gasp escaped her lips at the magical scene that unfolded in front of her.
The room was transformed into a whimsical wonderland – an elaborate pillow fort stretched across the space, twinkling with fairy lights that cast a warm, inviting glow. Soft blankets cascaded down like waterfalls, creating nooks and crannies that held the promise of cozy comfort. The air was scented with old books, eucalyptus, and lavender, adding to the ethereal atmosphere that surrounded them.
Spencer watched (Y/N) with bated breath as she took in the sight before her. The flickering lights danced across her face, illuminating the awe and wonder reflected in her eyes. It was a moment frozen in time, suspended between reality and a dream.
"Happy birthday, (Y/N)," Spencer's voice was barely a whisper, filled with a vulnerability that he had never dared to show before.
Tears welled up in (Y/N)'s eyes, moved by the effort and thoughtfulness he had put into creating this enchanting surprise. She turned to face him, her heart overflowing with emotions she struggled to put into words.
"Spencer, this is... it's perfect," she finally managed to say, her voice trembling with emotion. She reached out to grasp his hand, holding onto it as though afraid this magical moment would slip away if she let go.
As they settled into the cocoon of blankets and pillows, Spencer grabbed his laptop from his desk and popped a DVD into the disc player. The opening to a movie he had never seen but had heard her talk about multiple times, Clueless, played in the background but all he could do was look at her. Under the twinkling of the fairy lights he could almost swear she had to be a fairy herself. That’s the only thing he could think of that would explain her beauty.
As the movie played on (Y/N) explained to Spencer that it was actually an adaptation of her favorite novel by Jane Austen, Emma, which did little to make him feel the main character was more likeable but watching her happily chatter about the movie filled him with a sense of comfort and affection. This is how it should always be, he thought to himself, wrapping his arms around her as she settled against his chest.
They sat and cuddled in a comfortable silence until it was broken by her voice, soft and timid as she said, “hey Spence?”
“Hm?” He hummed into her hair, his eyes closed.
“Why did you do all of this?” She queried, sounding like she was on the verge of tears, which immediately pulled Spencer from his half asleep haze.
Spencer thought about his next words carefully, taking so long that (Y/N) was about to ask if he had fallen asleep before he finally responded. “After seeing you so heartbroken last night and seeing how Warren just tossed you aside like you didn’t matter I just felt like I should show you how much it means to me that you exist." His voice was gentle, barely a whisper as he confessed the depth of his feelings for her.
(Y/N) felt her breath catch in her throat at his words. The vulnerability in his voice touched her heart in a way she had never experienced before. She turned to look into his eyes, seeing the sincerity and care reflected back at her.
Tears glistened in her eyes as she reflexively leaned into his hand as he reached to cup her cheek, caressing it with a tenderness that spoke volumes. "Spencer," she murmured, her voice filled with emotion, "you didn’t have to—I’m not worth all this—I-I don’t—"
He placed a finger on her lips, silencing her words. "That’s what I’ve spent all day trying to show you, (Y/N). You are worth it. You are worth everything to me," he whispered, his gaze unwavering.
In that moment, (Y/N) felt a rush of emotions swell within her, a mix of disbelief and overwhelming gratitude. Her heart pounded in her chest as she gazed into Spencer's eyes, seeing a depth of love and sincerity that she had never expected to find. The weight of his words hung heavy in the air, wrapping around them like a warm embrace.
As they sat there, suspended in time, (Y/N) felt a gentle tug at her heart urging her to lean forward. She hesitated for a moment, uncertainty clouding her mind as she debated the implications of such a gesture. Could she allow herself to be vulnerable again after everything she had been through? Was it worth risking her heart for the possibility of something more?
But before she could overthink it any further, Spencer's gaze softened even more as he leaned in towards her. In the briefest moment of hesitation, his lips hovered centimeters away from hers, silently asking for permission. And just as he began to pull back, (Y/N) plunged forward, closing the distance between them as she pressed her lips against Spencer's. It was a tender, tentative kiss filled with all the unspoken words and emotions that had lingered between them for so long. The world seemed to stand still as they shared this intimate moment, their hearts beating in harmony.
Spencer was momentarily stunned by the sudden turn of events, but as he felt (Y/N)'s warmth against his lips, all doubts and insecurities melted away. When they finally pulled away, they were both met with flushed cheeks and wide eyes. There was a charged energy in the air, a newfound connection that sparked between them like a flame igniting in the darkness.
"(Y/N)," Spencer whispered, his voice barely above a breath as he searched her eyes for confirmation.
(Y/N) simply smiled, a radiant expression that lit up her face with joy and relief. “I love you, Spencer,” falls from her lips before she crashes them back against his.
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themindofachronicdaydreamer · 6 months ago
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Suites & Sweets
freshman year at Jujutsu University Tokyo seems like it will be uneventful. and, well, that's true... until you meet the boys in the suite across the hall, and one in particular piques your interest.
satoru gojo x reader | jjk college au | no curse au | fem! reader | fluff, angst, & slow burn | SMAU & writing <3
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With a deep breath, you raise your fist to knock on the door across from your own. Utahime, Shoko, and Mei Mei surround you, the atmosphere in the hallway flooding with a mixture of excitement and anxiety. It was nerve-wracking that you were about to be in a room with a bunch of guys you don't really know, but you had each other and could leave whenever, so that made you feel incrementally better. That mixed with the excitement of making new friends is what encouraged you to knock on their door.
The air is almost uncomfortably quiet as you wait for the door to open, and when it finally does, it reveals Yu, smile wide across his face as he says, "Hey! Come on in!"
"Hey Yu," you say and go to give him a quick hug, which he returns with a gentle squeeze to your side. "Thanks for letting us invade your place."
"Anytime!" he responds with a slight giggle, then waves his hand in a follow me kind of gesture. He pivots and leads the way into the living room space, where a blond boy sits on the couch and another boy with long, black hair down his back is settled on the floor. The television plays sit-com reruns and you watch the blond chuckle at the screen before turning his head in your direction.
"Hi!" you wave at them with a friendly smile. "I'm yn, and this is Utahime, Shoko, and Mei Mei, my roommates and best friends! Not sure if Yu told you, but we'll be living across the hall for the year."
"Nice to meet you. I'm Kento," the blond one says politely.
"I'm Suguru," the other one greets, and you notice his gaze lingering on Utahime as he continues, "Nice to meet you all."
"Satoru is in his room doing God-knows-what," Yu explains the absence of their fourth roommate. "He'll be out soon enough, I'm sure."
"It might be better he stays in there," Suguru mutters, causing Yu to laugh and Kento to breath quickly out of his nose - so, basically laughed, too.
"He is a bit chaotic," Yu adds and you watch Suguru roll his eyes. "But regardless, we are gonna have fun!"
"I hate to ask already - no, that's a lie, I don't hate to ask. Where's the alcohol?" Mei Mei queries.
"Damn, not even five minutes in," jests Shoko.
"I was promised!" the blue-haired girl jabs at Shoko's arm with her elbow.
"I'll show you," Nanami stands and walks toward the kitchen, Mei Mei following like an excited little kid promised new toys.
You opt to follow the two light-haired individuals and the others trail behind you. You all trickle into the kitchen and see Kento has opened a cabinet and is asking Mei Mei for her preference.
"There's some in the fridge, too," Yu offers, opening it up and grabbing a beer for himself. You peer into it and grab a seltzer that seems to have a new flavor you have yet to try. Shoko steals a beer, and Mei Mei and Utahime ask if anyone wants shots, then proceed to pour one for everyone without waiting for an answer.
"Pizza's on the way already, by the way," you announce.
"Good, I'm starved," says Utahime while stealing a sip of Shoko's beer then grimacing at the taste. Under her breath, she mutters, "I hate beer."
"Everyone, line up!" Mei Mei instructs. She raises her shot glass, announcing, "Now, I know we all just met, but you guys already seem cool. So, cheers to being neighbors, and cheers to the first semester!"
There are a couple whoops and celebratory noises before everyone throws back the vodka. You feel the liquor burn the back of your throat, the taste making your tongue tingle. You quickly chase it with your seltzer and slam the shot glass on the counter.
When you look up, you see God.
Well, probably not God. Maybe a saint or an angel or even a ghost because you had just recently convinced yourself that the guy from the frat with the most beautiful eyes and perfect build and hypnotizing smile was something made from your imagination; a figment of a dream of an idea of a memory. Yet he stands before you now, watching you frozen in place with what you expect is probably a similarly astonished look as your own.
You smile sheepishly and stare at your hand, realizing he is probably staring because you are and he likely doesn't even remember you - the lights were dark and you had a quick interaction. Or at least, you hope he doesn't remember you. If he does, you decide your only option is to crawl into a little hole you dug yourself with your own stupidity and spend the rest of eternity ruminating on that exact moment - the one where you ruined your life.
"You good, girl?" you hear Shoko whisper over to you after she places a hand on your shoulder. All you do is look to her with wide eyes and jerk your head toward the white haired boy, and she completely understands - she always does. She turns away to walk to the fridge but leans next to your ear and whispers at a level barely you can hear, "Shit, you were right about his eyes."
"Satoru!" Yu exclaims, finally noticing the boy's presence. "You're alive!"
"Of course! Why'd you ask? Did'ya miss me?" he asks. You finally have the courage to look back up at Satoru and see he has moved over to pour a shot for himself, not paying you any attention.
"No, we were having a great time before you walked in," Suguru says in a monotone voice, but you detect the sarcasm interwoven with his words.
"Can't believe you all started without me," he pouts, a whiny tone in your voice.
"You snooze, you loose! Especially with booze," Mei Mei exclaims.
"Oh, Satoru, this is Mei Mei," Yu introduces, gesturing to said girl. He proceeds to introduce Utahime, Shoko, and then you, and you watch Satoru's eyes as they finally land on you again. You smile awkwardly as Yu speaks your name aloud. "And this is Satoru, the final roommate!"
"Nice to meet you all," Satoru says, mock curtsying, causing you to have to hold back a laugh. "Shots?"
The night continues with a very lighthearted tone. The pizza arrives and everyone gathers to eat, a comfortable silence except for light chewing flooding the air. You feel like the liquor helps the atmosphere become more comfortable, the lingering anxiety almost nonexistent, save for the nagging thought your subconscious keeps reminding you of: when you spilled your drink on Gojo's shirt.
You are sitting amongst the living room area, scattered around in a circle around the coffee table. To your right is Yu, sharing a love seat with ample space between the two of you as Shoko is comfortably sat on the floor, resting against the sofa in between yours and Yu's legs. Utahime and Mei Mei sit next to Kento, Satoru seated next to Suguru on the carpet and directly across from you. This makes it both hard to stare and hard not to stare, since he is right in front of you and you don't want him to notice your gaze. He must, though, because you keep making eye contact when he looks over at you questioningly and you realize you have been ogling him again.
After some off-key karaoke and a knock on the door asking everyone to kindly quiet down, a dangerously competitive game of uno takes place. It been a decent distraction from the man across from you, giving something to put your attention on as you are now an round eighteen of the game - Satoru won't allow a new game until he finally wins one.
"It's never going to happen," Kento says as he places his final card down, winning the eighteenth round.
"Round nineteen!" says Satoru with a toothy smile, and everyone in the room groans at the thought.
"No," Utahime asserts. "Mei Mei just fell asleep and i think she's drooling on Kento. Sorry, by the way, Kento."
"All good," he says, but you can see the faint tinge of a blush spreading across his pale face. You spot Suguru giving him a knowing look, and you and him make eye contact, sending each other a silent yet telling message.
"Basically, we should get going," your nursing major friend claims.
"Ugh, but it just got started!" whines the white-haired boy.
"Good thing we have all year. You guys should probably go, anyway. It's getting late and we gotta sleep," Suguru inserts.
"That's okay! I'm getting sleepy anyway," you agree, and conveniently a yawn escapes you.
"It was fun. Thanks for joining us, and very nice to meet you all," Kento speaks as he aids Utahime in helping Mei Mei stand. His arm is around her waist, Utahime supporting from under her armpits.
"So polite," Mei Mei whispers in a sleepy haze and Kento chuckles at the comment.
"Whatever," Satoru all but pouts as he walks with everyone to the door of the suite.
Everyone says their goodbyes, the atmosphere comfortable as if you eight have all been friends for ages, and this was one of many nights saying goodbyes rather than the first one. It was fun, you think, to get to know them. They seem genuine, and you feel lucky to have them living across the hall. It almost feels safer to you knowing they will be right there.
And another plus: they're definitely some good eye candy.
You say goodnight to the girls after reentering your suite, then change and get ready for bed. You lie down before you realize you left your jacket in the guys' kitchen. Groaning at your forgetfulness, you sit up and go to knock on their door, deciding it is better to ask for it back now than forget about it again.
You make your way and knock knock knock on their door. A sense of deja vu hits you from the same sequence of events occurring several hours earlier, yet this time when the door swings open, the man standing there has white hair instead of brown.
"Back already?" Satoru wears his signature grin. His hoodie and jeans has been swapped for a white t-shirt and black sweats, and he holds a glass of water in his hand, which was probably what he was doing and why he was out and not in his room.
"Sorry," you smile apologetically. "I forgot my jacket in the kitchen."
"All good. Come in," he opens the door wider to let you enter. You hurry over and see your jacket right where you left it, hanging on the back of one of their kitchen chairs. You hear footsteps indicating Satoru following close behind.
"So," he says, and you turn around to face him. "Been meaning to ask why you ran off the other night."
Your eyes widen in surprise before you respond, "Oh."
"Oh?"
"Oh."
Satoru stares at you for a minute before you finally regain yourself enough to say, "Sorry about your shirt."
"No biggie."
"Can we pretend it never happened?"
"Deal," he reaches his hand out in an offer for you to take it. "Nice to meet you!"
"Nice to meet you," you giggle and shake his hand to solidify your deal.
And while you've only really just met him, you feel yourself already developing a little crush on the blue-eyed boy.
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silverzoomies · 1 year ago
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Alone
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peter maximoff x reader fluff
warnings: fluff, humor, first meetings, pining, female reader
word count: 3,461
a/n: just a drabble i spent way too long on. based on something i used to daydream about a lot. happy late valentine's day !!
tag list: @dewberryobssesed @violetharmonscupcake @kaismanwich @jellyluvr @icannot3 @taintandviolent @ahoyladiesz @scene-and-dandylover @quickandsilvers @luttic @billielourdslays
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Peter sits, slouched on the floor against the foot of a sofa. Glimmers of light flicker in his eyes, as he indulges in some mind numbing television. Reruns of Frasier play stereotypical laugh tracks, droning through the basement. He can’t help but follow suit. Chuckling along in quiet huffs, he shakes his head.
Upstairs, the house rests in silence. Dead quiet. Magda snores softly in her room. Lorna’s probably conked out too. And Wanda? She’s gone. Somewhere. He could never guess. She doesn’t tell anyone where she goes on weeknights. But hey, what’s it matter to him? So long as she’s playing it safe.
Peter snickers at another corny, sitcom joke. He guzzles down handfuls of Reese's pieces. The candies rustle in their small box. But with the rustle, his ears catch something else. Distant and faint. Outside the realm of television laugh tracks and candy clicks.
It’s a lyrical melody, playing with romantic cadence from outside the basement window. Peter tilts his head back, drinking a glass bottle Pepsi. Fizzy sweetness mildly irritates his throat. Raising a brow, he guides his gaze to the window. One more chug of his soda, and he snatches the remote.
The roar of sitcom television falls into stillness.
And sure enough, a tune whispers from beyond the window’s glass. Like the call of a sea siren through the neighborhood. But it’s 10pm on a Tuesday night. And the likelihood of a smokin’ hot siren crawling from the ocean - to a house in middle class suburbia - is beyond impossible. Unless Peter’s dreaming again.
In which case; wait for him, nautical dames. He'll grab his trunks and be out flash.
And the night goes by so very slow
Oh I hope that it won’t end though
Alone
Peter narrows his eyes at the window, scoffing to himself. Woah, now. Is he warped in the head? Or is the mantra of Heart crying out from beyond the shadows? Peter appears at the window in a zip. Raising himself on his toes, he launches his body upward. Through smudged glass, Peter’s black hues scan the world outside. A shadowy mass looms in the grass, imposing and somewhat terrifying.
Until he realizes, it’s someone holding a giant boombox over their head. Phew .
Til now I always got by on my own
I never really cared until I met you
And now it chills me to the bone
How do I get you alone
Peter’s silver brows furrow again.
“What the hell?” He mutters under his breath.
He unlatches the window, pushing it open. Allowing that unmistakable tune to come through much clearer. Peter watches the mysterious, boombox stranger for a moment longer. A beat passes, and Peter sighs. He could just as easily zip out there, confront the culprit, and return to his basement lickety split. Instead, he opts for the casual approach.
Peter pushes himself through the window, his bare feet scuffing the basement wall. He accidentally kicks over a set of speakers. Some he stole five years ago and forgot about. They tumble off a wall shelf and crash hard onto the floor. Knocking down a bunch of stolen street signs in their wake. If Maximoffs weren’t such deep sleepers, he’d be in for it now. Big time.
As soon as Peter’s out, he stumbles in the grass. Mumbling a hushed - Shit.
You don’t know how long I have wanted
To touch your lips and hold you tight
You don’t know how long I have waited
And I was going to tell you tonight
Crawling through the dry, winter grass, Peter finally stands. With an exhale, he wipes dirt from his grey sweatpants. The rando in his yard doesn’t react, but they lower the boombox a little. Peter waits at a distance, cupping his hands around his mouth.
“Who are you? Whaddya wannnnnt?” He shouts.
Til now I always got by on my own
I never really cared until I met you
And now it chills me to the bone
How do I get you alone?
No response from the rando. With a simple gesture, they tap the speaker of the boombox. Whatever that means. Rolling his eyes, Peter strides across the cold grass. Shirtless in the brisk, February air. He raises a hand to scratch his messy, silver bedhead. As he moves in closer, the neighborhood street lights illuminate the figure’s features.
Up until now, he thought some weirdo guy snuck out to pine for Wanda’s attention. Peter’s ready to kick his ass if he needs to. Poor Wanda’s always got dudes falling to her feet on Valentine's day. But she usually does the ass kicking. More power to her.
Guess he won’t have to this time. Turns out, it’s just some weirdo girl.
How do I get you alone?
How do I get you alone?
Peter puts a stop to the song before it reaches its end. Extending a hand in a quick blur, he abruptly clicks a button on the box. The neighborhood drowns itself in late night silence all over again. Interrupted only by the occasional car passing in the distance. Peter’s vascular arms cross over his chest. Lidded eyes leer straight at the mystery woman.
“Sooooooooo…” He tilts his head to the side, “Who are you? And why are you playing Heart outside my house at, like, ass-o-clock at night?” Peter pauses, eyes narrowing in suspicious slits, “Are you tryna pick up my sister? ‘Cuz you kinda look the type. And I know she’s been ‘tryin’ new things’ lately.” He gestures with air quotes, “If you catch my drift. Not that it’s any of my business. Point is , she’s not here.”
Boombox girl lowers said boombox down into the grass. She shakes her head, reaching into the pocket of her oversized cardigan.
“Pick up your sis- hah! ” She snickers with a snort, dawning a bashful smile. Boombox girl runs her other hand through her hair, “No! Noooo, it’s not like that! Uhm…I was actually playing Alone for you, silly.”
Peter drops his arms to his sides, and his heart skips a speedy beat. Scrunching his nose, he curls his lip.
“Youplayedwhatforwhonow?” He slides his hands into his sweatpants pockets, awkwardly rocking back and forth on his heels. The apples of his cheeks burn, and Peter clears his throat, “Uhhhh. Okay. Thanks? That’s…sweet, I guess. But, I-I’m sorry, do I know you?”
Her smile’s kind of adorable. Especially as she rubs her neck, displaying timid hesitance. Whatever confidence she had, she must’ve maxed out on 80’s romance cliches.
“Not really? I mean, I’ve seen you around. A lot. But you’ve never really noticed me, so…”
Alrighty then. That makes this interaction even weirder. But Peter’s pulled equally weird - if not more desperate stops to win some hearts in the past. And he may or may not be guilty of the same technique she’s using now.
Give him a break, okay? So what if he took a chance on it once? Back when he was eighteen and leagues more naive. It’s a little cheesy, sure. But it’s also the story of how he lost his v-card. And not the Valentine’s kind.
Case in point, it worked for him. So, he’ll bite.
“And you thought crashin’ outside my house, blastin’ some corny song while my family’s asleep - that’s a smoother move than…oh, I dunno…just talkin’ to me?”
She shrugs again, her guilty eyes looking down at the grass. Boombox girl raises a foot, tapping the ground with the tip of her boot. God, she’s obviously so nervous. And he's not gonna lie, it's a little charming. The corners of Peter’s lips turn up in a grin.
“I thought it might get your attention. You just…you move so fast all the time. And I’m really slow when it comes to these kinds of things. You were always gone before I ever got the chance.”
“How’d you know where I live?” Peter throws her a nod of his head, pressing his tongue to the inside of his cheek.
Pulling her hand from her pocket, she fixes her attention on the plastic case of a cassette tape.
“My uncle tried to arrest you once.” She grins, “He was out on patrol. Saw you steal a speed limit sign. Your mom paid him to let you off the hook.”
Peter’s brows fly up under his bangs. His cheeky smile spreads into his dimples.
“Your unc-...seriously? Whoa. No kiddin’?” He laughs, “Wish I could say I remember. But that sorta thing used to happen to me all the time.”
Not like he wasn’t asking for it back then. But to be fair, Peter’s made some drastic improvements. When it comes to his klepto compulsions, anyway. Excluding the influx of junk food and Garbage Pail Kid cards he snags on a daily basis. From nation-wide chain stores. Totally ethical.
“Yeah, I know.” She giggles, tilting her head up to meet his gaze. This way, he actually gets a good look at her. Soft lips. Pretty eyes, “You used to be the talk of the station, where he worked. Those guys never shut up about you.”
Reaching forward, she passes Peter the cassette in her hand.
“What’s this?” He gently takes it, inspecting the hand-made label inside the case. Decorated in little, lightning bolt doodles. Even some hearts. Aw. Cute. Scratched across it in messy handwriting, are the words - For the kleptomaniac. In exchange for my heart. You stole it forever ago.
Come on. Could she be any more corny?
“It’s a mixtape.” She bites her lip like she’s terrified to keep talking, “It’s cool if you don’t listen to it. I dunno if you’ll even like what’s on it. But I know you carry around that Walkman all the time.”
Uh huh. Did her uncle tell her that too? Get outta here.
“Does it have Heart on it?” Peter flips the case over in his hand, pursing his lips.
“Of course it has Heart on it.”
“Awww. Givin’ me Heart for your heart.” He snickers, turning pinker in his cheeks, “This is legit the cheesiest thing a girl’s ever done for me. I’m kinda buggin’ out right now.”
“Oh yeah? I mean, I can always take it back, if you-” She teases, like she thinks he’s being sarcastic.
She reaches for the tape. But as her fingers brush the case, Peter raises it above his head. The motion happens quickly, before she can even keep up. Boombox girl wasn’t foolin’. She is slow. Slower than a turtle on tranquilizers. As she makes another attempt, Peter drops his hand in a speedy blur.
“Hey, hey, hey. Nuh uh. No takesie-backsies.” He teases, waving a finger, “A trades a trade, babe.”
Her hands rest at her hips, and she flutters her long lashes. So shamelessly flirtatious, but still not enough to win him over. Not just yet. Even if her bedroom eyes offer a tempting invite. Like, seriously, so tempting.
Mama didn't raise him like that, though. Peter has somewhat of a delinquent track record, sure. But he's still a good hearted gentleman. He'll take her out on a few dates first. Treat her to a little arcade romance, before he tries some no pants dancing.
If she's not playing him for a complete jackass, that is. Really, it’s almost too good to be true.
No chick has ever pined for him this hard in his life. And Peter’s never had the chance to play hard to get. He bets dollars to donuts, boombox babe probably isn't a mutie either. Talk about some major role reversal. How often does a human girl beg and plead for mutant man's love? She knows he's a total shut in, right? Or did her uncle not fill her in on that?
“You still have my heart, though.” She coos, gazing at Peter with those eyes.
Those - embrace me, o’ speedster man of my dreams - eyes.
Yeah. Her uncle most definitely didn't break the news. Peter hisses, teasing her again with a click of his teeth.
“Ooooh. Yeah. Well, finders keepers. Good luck shakin’ that silver lovebug.”
He flirts back and forth with her naturally. Kinda like high school sweethearts. It goes on for a few more minutes. Until he's pestered her enough, she just up and quits. Her car's parked down the street. A Volkswagen bug. Hah. And there she goes. Peter's secret admirer stomps off. Boombox swinging at her side. A wave of guilt almost pulls him under, and Peter starts to regret teasing her so much.
She laughs as she walks away. And the call of her giggle brings him back to the surface, much like a song. Seems like the sirens really did come out tonight.
So, she likes playing games too, huh?
You don’t know how long I have waited
And I was going to tell you tonight
Peter’s not even that much of a Heart fan.
He looks down at the cassette case in his hands. Rolling a thumb over a scratch in the plastic. A beat passes. In a flash, he appears in front of her. Peter walks backwards, padding barefoot along the side of the road.
“So, are you gonna ask me out ‘er what? C'mon, don't be chicken shit. I know you got it in you!” He jokes.
Boombox girl giggles so hard, she breaks out in dorky snorts. Ah, the sexiest, siren song. Too bad that's not a track on the mixtape. He’s willing to slip her some loose change for a raw recording.
By happenstance, another car slows to a stop. Right in the middle of the empty neighborhood street. Colored a familiar shade of scarlet, the vehicle looms for a beat or two. Peter comes to halt, watching as the passenger side window rolls down. Boombox girl crashes right into him.
Shit. Peter just now realized, he doesn't know her name yet.
He grabs her hips on instinct, catching her in case she falls over or something. Her free hand clutches his arm, right over the ‘mom’ tattoo etched into his skin. Naturally, Peter radiates enough warmth to act as a heater. He’s a godsend on cold, lonesome nights. Boombox girl presses her body closer to his, seeking his heat.
Peter knows she does it without thinking, since she whimpers a soft, “ Oh god. I’m so sorry. ”
“It’s cool. You okay?” Peter’s hands linger on her hips.
“What’s going on over there?” Wanda grills playfully from her car. She flits her eyes between her doofus brother, and boombox girl. When Wanda purses her lips, she does so in a way identical to Peter, “Is he giving you any trouble?” She asks what's-her-name.
Peter zips to the passenger side door, crossing his arms over it. Leaning against Wanda’s car through the window, he makes a pfffbbbbtt noise.
“Hey, don’t sweat it, Wands. I’m just walkin’ my future wife to her car.” He raises one of his hands, waving the cassette case, “Check it out, ah? She made me a mixtape! Cute, right?”
Wanda’s knits her brows as she tilts her head. The long, scarlet locks of her hair bounce with the motion. At the side of the road, boombox girl makes an adorable squeal. She covers her blistering face with her hands, mewling silent pleas.
“Oh my god stop. I’m sorry I even said anything. Oh my god. ” What's-her-name whimpers.
Which really isn’t helping the whole suspicious sister situation. Wanda leans back in her seat, peering over Peter’s shoulder at boombox girl. Narrowing her eyes, Wanda looks back at him. And before she can call Peter out on his bullshit, he lowers his arms from the door. Peter drops his chin to it, his tapioca eyes gazing up at Wanda innocently.
He chews his lip. In that ‘ I’m obviously up to no good’ kind of way.
“Y’wanna know what that cutie over there told me?” He purrs, talking loud enough for what’s-her-name to hear, "She said I stole her-"
Boombox girl shrieks, “MAXIMOFF! Please! That was a secret! I’m serious! You’re killing me here, dude!”
Maximoff?
Ohhhhh. She doesn’t actually know his name. Seriously? Didn’t what's-her-name say she’s pined after Peter for a while now? How long is a while? Long enough to know his address, apparently. And to know he likes listening to his tunes. And to know he’s a mutant with a rep for thieving. But not long enough for anyone to drop his name? Did the feds never bother learning it? Ouch. Figures.
“Piet.” Wanda leers at Peter, holding him at gunpoint with her eyes, “Leave that poor girl alone. Look at her! She’s had enough.”
Rolling his eyes, Peter stands up straight. Lazily, he smirks, waving a hand, signaling Wanda to drive off.
“Naaaah! You shoulda seen her back at the house. She’s hopelessly in love with me. Played songs outside my window. Y'know, like they do in the movies? I’m serious! You can ask her yourself if you don’t believe me.”
Once more, Wanda shifts her skeptical gaze to what’s-her-name. The mystery girl carries her boombox to her car. With her head dipped and a free hand over her face. She looks like she’s doing the walk of shame. As if Peter stole a little something else from her and-w hoops. That's also not helping his case at all. Wanda hums, doubtful of Peter’s unlikely story.
He cheeses a toothy grin, looking guilty.
“Really?” Wanda adjusts in her seat, reaching for the radio dial, “Well, you might wanna tell her goodnight. For a girl who’s totally in love with you , she seems in a heck of a hurry to leave.”
And with that, Wanda drives off. Peter stumbles back, his calloused heels scuffing concrete. Wanda’s car rolls all the way down the road and into the driveway. Whipping around, Peter catches what’s-her-name opening the trunk of her love bug. As she lifts the boombox into it, Peter zips up next to her. Latching his arms around the boombox, he gives her an aloof grin.
“Can I borrow this for a sec? Thanks, cutie.” He throws her a wink.
She doesn’t get the chance to ask why. Peter zips back to his spot on the side of the road, clicking a button on the boombox. He raises it over his head, letting Heart roar obnoxiously across the neighborhood. Disrupting the late night peace. Out the corner of his eye, Peter notices a few neighborhood lights come on. The song plays just as Wanda hops out of her car. She stops in the middle of her stride to the front door. Her bags hang from her arms and her keys dangle on her finger.
Wanda squints, eyebrows turned inward.
How do I get you alone?
How do I get you alone?
“I TOLD YOU! SHE’S TOTALLY IN LOVE WITH ME!” Peter yells.
A faint, red glow emanates from Wanda’s hand, as she delicately swipes it in the air. The boombox’s tape player pops open with an click, and Peter lowers the box down in front of him. He playfully pouts, muttering a soft booooooo to himself. Abrupt silence fills the entire neighborhood again, save for the local dogs barking in their yards.
“Say goodnight, Pietro.” Wanda’s voice calls from the driveway, before she disappears into the house.
Peter doesn’t even realize what’s-her-name is standing next to him, until she speaks.
“Pietro’s a beautiful name.”
Peter snickers, feeling heat rise in his cheeks again. Popping open the case she gave him, he swaps the tape for the one in the boombox. Rapidly clicking the volume button, Peter huffs a soft laugh, hooded eyes blinking.
"Thanks. I'd say the same about yours, but I don't even know it." He teases. A little shy, Peter keeps his eyes on the boombox, "I go by Peter, actually."
"Peter. Pietro. Whatever your name is, you embarrassed the shit outta me, man." What's-her-name scoffs. Peter kinda likes the sound of both names in her voice, "You're lucky you're gorgeous."
Gorgeous? Whoa. That's a helluva word. Shit, this really is too good to be true. Peter's heart skips another beat, and he shakes his head. "Y'know, if you still what your heart back, you're shit outta luck, babe." Peter clicks the play button on the boombox, only after some tension heavy beats pass, "Like I said, finders kee-"
An all too familiar melody pours from the boombox speakers, softer now.
I hear the ticking of the clock
I’m lying here the room’s pitch dark
“Seriously?” Peter laughs, slinging an arm over boombox girl's shoulders.
“Yeah, seriously. I told you it had Heart.” She blushes profusely, averting her innocent gaze.
Maybe there really is something to these 80's romance cliches. Peter's almost willing to give up his own heart. Just as compensation for hers.
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taughtdefense · 1 year ago
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sender  shows  up  at  receiver’s  home  late  at  night .
the knock on your front door is enough to pull you out of your bored television watching. you’d just been sort of staring at the tv screen that’s playing some rerun of an old tv show, curled up on the couch. there are dark, prominent circles underneath your eyes. you were tossing & turning in your sleep, so you’d opted to try & watch some tv in your living room until you finally got tired enough to crawl back into your bed. there's too many thoughts swirling around in your head lately, & it makes it hard to focus, hard to sleep. you untangle yourself from the blankets & stand up, heading towards the door.
the last thing in the fucking universe you're expecting is robby fucking keene to be on the other side of the door, a few minutes before midnight. @taughtpain seems to be full of fucking surprises lately. he left miyagi-do, left you & sam & emma & everyone else - his goddamned friends - behind, to go be a part of cobra kai. to the surprise of no one, especially not yourself, he effectively turned into an asshole. now he’s here at your apartment? you instinctively scan him for any injuries, but despite your curiosity as to why the fuck he’s here at this time, you don’t read his mind. he gets one fucking chance to explain himself, & then you’ll slam the door in his face.
silver or kreese would have been a nicer option. or a murderer.
you don’t pull the door open all the way. you don’t want to let him in, that much is clear from how you’re positioned in the doorway. if he barges in like how tory did to the larusso house, then whatever happens will be considered self-defense. your body language is hostile & a little tense, but you still greet him frostily. it’s a stark contrast from how you used to look at him. any shred of love you had for him is dead. ( that's what you made yourself think. )
❝ ...uh, what the fuck are you doing here ? do you know how late it is ? ❞ your voice is as dead as you've felt ever since robby joined the opposing side. you've been entirely emotionless around him whenever the dojos run into each other. you don't even look at him anymore. this house call was unexpected, so you're even more on edge. you pull your phone out of the pocket of your sweatpants, showing him the time. it's 11:42pm by the time you pull your phone out of the pocket, then 11:43pm hits as you turn it around to show him the time passively-aggressively. you peek around the door to see if any of his cobra kai pals are nearby, lying in wait to attack, even if you don’t sense them nearby. the action is more to show robby firsthand that you no longer trust him. he hurt you, & the little part of you that’s selfish, the grudge-holding part of you, wants him to know it. ( thank you for that, wade. )
YOU NO LONGER HAVE ME IN YOUR CORNER.
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you roll your eyes. ❝ did tory teach you that you can just show up unannounced at someone’s house whenever you feel like it? like she did to the larusso’s? ❞ you ask coldly, brown eyes narrowing further. ❝ if you’re here to give some big villain speech, do us both a favor & hurry the fuck up. i don’t want you here. ❞ IT HURTS TO SEE HIM. if he's looking for a fight... you'll be more than happy to give him one.
you're not scared of robby, even when he's like this... no longer like the boy you loved. you're hurt. & that's somehow so much worse.
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jhuzen · 2 years ago
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stranger at the rooftop [m.reader]
xiaaaaoooo. i’m writing this so the non-xiao-havers may have him, and those that have him may pull his weapon and c6 him. don’t worry baby i’ll manifest for you ,’;^). i’d like to pull for him but ugh. can’t risk it. on his next rerun maybe. also,,, descender reader,,, a-again? omg. this ought to be a series of one-shots at some point. i’ve also always liked the trope of a healing character helping someone who’s in a similar position as them before. good shit.
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There was a gentle lull in the wind that blew past your face. You sat on the railings at the top most place of the inn you were currently staying at. The cold air nipped at your skin and you could care less. There was an alluring flavor that stained the atmosphere, something not even you, who has seen it all, can decipher. You figured this was something that you have longed for other than the possibility of falling to your death with one wrong move from the ledge you were sitting on.
And you could hear the footsteps that ghosted from behind you, likely the owner of this inn that you so graciously infiltrated. You understood his actions however, if a man just barged in and suddenly decided to indulge himself on the ledge of the railings you put up for the sake of safety, that could may as well cause an unwarranted death, you’d be worried too.
The occasional glances born out of pure concern and curiosity wasn’t something that fazed you — and when the innkeeper went back to look after you (quite possibly hoping that you haven’t plummeted to death yet), you finally graced him with a small reassuring smile, that you will be alright and that his business wouldn’t be responsible for a young man falling to his death any time sooner.
Whether or not he took in your little reassurance, you didn’t care for it much.
You stewed in the meek silence that nature has generously offered you — and with every bird that sang a tune, every tree whose leaves rustled with the gentle breeze, and every cricket that filled the deafening silence, you took in with so much gratitude.
You were grateful to be alive.
Not so much at the fact that you were left alone.
Before the winds of Barbatos could even blow it away, you finally took the flower tucked into your ear, something that your comrade gave you just days away before they left you. It was such an unfair gift, giving you something so perishable when it’s supposed to be a memento that you keep for them.
And within the centuries after their passing, you were left with the burden of painstakingly nourishing the spider lily that they left you. But you were no longer in the comforts of your home world. You never stayed in the same place, only opting to welcome a few millennia in a world before finally moving on.
You were so confident that you can keep the flower alive with your greatest efforts. But it seemed that it also wanted to rest after being kept alive for so long by a selfish being such as yourself.
A quiet sigh left your system. I was always bad at letting things go. You admitted to yourself and not a single fiber of your being protested. Perhaps even you grew tired of denying things, continuing to preserve a flower that was long dead, hell you were sure your abilities were the only thing keeping it in a relatively alright appearance. You were certain it actually wilted just days after you were given it.
You ruminated at the moments spent with your comrade. They were your beacon of hope, the reason for your survival, and the reason why you absolutely refused to die. But much like how the stem of this flower was cut off after being plucked by them to gift you, you were also uprooted when they took their final breath. And while you didn’t cry that night, you waited until the remaining warmth in their body left within your grasp.
Your eyes continued to gaze at the spider lily, in a way, it was much like the reenactment of when you cradled your comrade in their final moments. No words left your lips and tears were nonexistent, you can only bask in the numbing feeling it brought you as you watched traces of your magic that kept it alive leave.
“You’re going to fall.”
Quickly, you perked up, head turning to look over your shoulder to see a young man, armed with a shiny polearm and a stance that held defiance and exhaustion all at the same time. You can only crack a smile as you acknowledged his words — they were not brimming with concern, but there was a hint of curiosity within it.
“Oh? Wouldn’t that be a nice treat,” you quipped without missing a beat.
Xiao expected you to apologize and scramble away, but his breath lightly hitched at your words. Are you some kind of a lunatic? He could never point out. And what kind of answer was that? Humans value their life, don’t they? They’re mortals with numbered days on this world and they would do anything to keep it. In a sense, it was also one of the reasons why he exists, to be a protector of the fragile humanity.
So why are you so quick to disregard it?
He tucked his weapon away after sensing that you were barely even a threat to him — only that you made the innkeeper unsettled with your very… risky actions. And while he didn’t appreciate most of his interactions with humanity (most of them were rabid fanatics that kept chasing him to the ends of this nation), he felt strangely drawn to you.
There was a familiar atmosphere that you emanated, an aura so somber wafting around you. And it was something that Xiao understood in all his living days.
You were mourning.
With much reluctance (despite the sudden comfort your familiar actions brought him, he wasn’t one for companionship, at the very least he was merely around Morax or the traveler and the staff of Wangshu Inn), he leaned into the railings, a few feet away from you. Why should he feel anxious? This was his place of comfort, and if anything, you were intruding and should be the one who’s feeling the gnawing anxiety.
A pregnant silence enveloped your lonesome company and neither spoke for awhile. Your eyes were trained to the flower in your hands and Xiao could barely muster the strength to look at you. You encompassed a sense of foreboding that even he could not understand what it was; but then again, when was he ever a master of deciphering emotions other than grief and self-sacrifice.
“If I plummet straight down right now, do you think I can accept the reality of my life within those few seconds before my death?”
You broke the silence and for the second time, Xiao had to do double take. Did you have a penchant for catching people off guard?
It took a good while before Xiao found his voice, finally looking at you (perhaps it was your dubiousness that gave him the courage to finally stare at you), crossing his arms firmly to his chest, “Why? Do you have any intentions of doing that?” He asked. “I don’t think the innkeepers would be too thrilled at the thought of their customer dying.”
Your laugh threw him off of his course, “Then is that a suggestion for me to fall from a height somewhere else?”
“Wh— This is absolute lunacy.” Xiao had to grab every ounce of self-control not to disappear on you right now. “I never said anything.” But I won’t stop you. He meant to say, but was tongue-tied at the last second.
And a part of him wonders why. He can just as quickly dissipate into a black smoke when others pester him, but why do you, a nameless and odd wayfarer make it so difficult for him to do so? There was something prodding at the back of his mind, saying that it was a bad idea to leave you alone, that he has to bear through it and stick it out with you until the end.
“Hah. I jest.” Your laugh filled with unbridled mischief disappeared as your lips curled into a soft and longing smile. “Though I never thought of death until recently. I suppose the motivation to leave the plane of existence never occurred to me until now…” you trailed off before picking up the flower from your lap and showing it to your companion (whose name you still are very much unaware of).
Xiao peered into your cupped hands where a wilting flower sat. He’s never seen one before, and he wonders if it’s a flower from one of the other nations, given that he’s never left Liyue for even a second of his life.
“It’s dying,” he pointed out with a soft murmur. “And you’re letting it?”
“Believe me, my good man, for eons, I’ve tried to keep it alive with all that I have.” Your longing smile turns into something bittersweet, “But it seems even when I can still fight, it no longer wants to.”
“You talk about it like it holds great importance to you.”
You chuckled at his words, what an odd companion you found yourself talking to (unbeknownst to you, he feels the same), “Of course. No one in their right mind would seek out all solutions just to preserve a flower that may have been dead long ago.” And when you were met with silence, you pushed on, “It’s a gift from a friend. A memento to remember them by. Surely you’ve had some.”
Xiao didn’t respond, but he thought back to all the things that he often picked up along his travels through the nation that greatly remind him of his friends, of his family. His mind even drifted to the shrine that was dedicated for Pervases, how he would often find himself resting on its roof just to bask in the scent of incenses offered to his long gone comrade.
“That faraway look in your eyes suggest that I’m right.”
And he wasn’t one to deny it, it would be hypocritical if he did in the first place.
But that was the least of his concerns. Especially when he realizes just how close your situation is with him. It was so close, and yet he could see himself in you. Someone who still hasn’t let go of the past and still dwells on the grief that it almost dictates your life. Someone like him before he went and succumbed into the bed of the chasm when he went to look for one of his friends.
And for some reason, Xiao felt even more drawn to you. He felt the need to stay by your side as he glanced at those eyes of yours that held a millennium worth of pain and suffering. He felt the need to suddenly be around you as he continued to watch you cradle the wilting flower in your hand.
For the first time, Xiao found complete solace in your somber company. You were a familiar stranger, a man of oxymoronic truths that Xiao feels the thrill in discovering. You were standoffish and yet he felt your pull and suddenly he was tasting his own medicine — when he expressed his clear dislike for company and yet people offered him food countless times, desperate for his appearance for even just a second. Your distance closes gaps, as it turns out.
“Have you tried planting it?” He finally asked, after leaving you unanswered for a moment.
You hummed as you softly caress the petals with your thumb, lips slowly forming into a frown as it disintegrates the parts you’ve touch slowly break apart and disintegrate, “This is a flower native to my world… and even then, it only grows under special conditions.” You let out a wet laugh, “And it’s not like I want to, anyway. I suppose it’s finally time to embrace the bitter truth I’ve been avoiding for years.”
Xiao hums as a lone tear drop falls down directly onto one of the petals, destroying it. He doesn’t question it, not when he has felt the same thing when he would find himself at the top of Rex Lapis’ hand-crafted mountains, in need for a blissful comfort that he knows he can never find.
At least, not until now.
And as you felt the last traces of your magic leave the spider lily, it suddenly felt light on your palms, like you weren’t even holding anything in the first place. You lifted your hand up to your lips, pressing a gentle kiss on the flower and watched it crumble to dust before finally blowing on it, watching every ounce of it embrace the winds of Teyvat.
The moonlight above only gave a soft and comforting glow in the midst of the sorrowful goodbye that you had to do and endure and Xiao can only bask in your presence as much as you do to him. How taxing and tiring it was to always be the one to grieve, but at the very least, both of you were glad that throughout all of it, none had succumbed into the fate of numbness that is far worse than suffering through it all.
You wiped away the third and last tear that your eyes could muster in this sad farewell.
You finally got a good look at your companion, finding yourself to be the one who’s absolutely breathless when your eyes met his golden ones, the diamond mark prominent on his forehead. His teal and dark hair blew in the winds and all you could ever think of was how marvelous your stranger-turned-companion was.
A small smile overtook your features, “How curious… you and I share the same fate. And yet it seems you’re taking it far better than I am.”
Xiao couldn’t avoid your eyes even if he tried as his gaze only seem to ever gravitate towards your face, “I’m not an expert… but I’ve grown recently. I’ve had… some help.” He said, mind traversing back to that dreadful time in the chasm.
“Then,” much to the probable relief of the innkeeper, you jumped off the railing and right in front of the adeptus. Without so much of a warning, you closed what little gap you and Xiao have left as you clasped his hands into yours with a gentle touch that almost knocked the air out of Xiao’s lungs. “Would you mind helping me?”
The yaksha looked away from your eager and captivating face, “I already said I’m not an expert…” he grunted, but he answered your pleas either way. “But… I can try.”
Your grip on his hands tightened but there was no sense of discomfort in it, only a loving and reassuring hold, “Thank you, dear stranger.”
“…You can just call me by my name, you know?”
And unbeknownst to either you or the adeptus, you would be calling out to him so tenderly, and he would speak your name like a sacred word so lovingly.
All because you and him crossed paths under the fate of vulnerability.
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prettyyoungandbored · 3 years ago
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Normalcy [Steve Harrington]
Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader
Summary: Steve and Y/N are enjoying newlywed life. That is, until, news from back home brings back old anxieties.
Warnings: Cursing, light mentions of sex, anxiety, slight panic attack
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Y/N sat on the couch, a hot cup of tea in her hand. The only light in the living room was the television, which played a rerun of some sitcom.
She had come home early and was waiting for the pizza to arrive. She knew she and Steve were in desperate need of a night in. Just the two of them.
The last time they had any peace to themselves was during their honeymoon. They had gotten married six months prior and the second they returned from their honeymoon to their shared apartment in Indianapolis, life had been hectic. Between their respective jobs, friends, and family, it was rare they had some quality alone time.
When they did, they made the most of it.
She poured a glass of wine in the kitchen as she listened to some show that was playing on the television in the living room.
“Baby, I’m home!” Steve called out as the door opened.
She went over to him, greeting him with a kiss and wrapping her arms around his neck. “How was your day?”
“Not too bad, but I was ready to come home. How about you?”
“Same old stuff. I actually managed to sneak away early which was nice.” She rest her forehead against his. “I just couldn’t wait to see you. I’ve been missing you.”
“I’ve been missing you too, hun. More than you know.” He kissed her lips. “How is it that we’re married and live together, but still miss each other?”
“Because life always finds a way to cockblock us.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Cockblock? I thought we were having a nice, quiet night in.”
“Oh I never said anything about being quiet.”
She smirked, pulling back as he went to pull her in. He cradled her face in his hands. “Is that code for getting started on that little family of ours?”
She shrugged. “Maybe, maybe not. You have time to persuade me.”
“Challenge accepted.” He pecked her forehead. “I’m gonna take a quick shower.”
“Sounds good! I’ll let you know when the pizza gets here.”
As Steve went into their bedroom, Y/N heard a knock at the door. She went into her purse, grabbing her wallet.
She grabbed the box from the pizza boy and handed him the cash. She closed the door and set the pizza down when the sound of the television caught her attention.
“Tonight, a search is underway in Indiana for a missing teenage girl. Allison Vale disappeared from her small town of Hawkins…”
Y/N’s eyes widened, heart dripping down to her stomach. She rushed over to the living room to see a picture of a teen girl. Just when she was starting to think she was going crazy, she notice the teen girl wearing a Hawkins cheerleader uniform.
“Oh shit,” she mumbled.
“The 16-year-old was last seen leaving the high school after cheerleading practice. Friends of Allison said she turned down a ride home, opting to walk. Her parents said she never came home.”
Waves of deja vu crashed over her. She could feel the thick, humid air of the Upside Down surround her. She could smell its damp maple aura and for a moment.
A woman identified as Allison’s mother appeared on the screen.
“We just want our baby girl back,” she pleaded, shaking. “Give her back. GIVE HER BACK!”
“Hawkins has made headlines in the past, for incidents many called paranormal-.”
Y/N shut off the tv and sighed. Her heart raced as she tried to swallow the lump in her throat. She wiped her eyes, inhaling and exhaling slowly.
“It’s ok,” she whispered to herself.
She eyed the phone, debating whether or not to call Will. Maybe he felt something? She couldn’t bring herself to move. Who was she to burden him?
Maybe she could call Hopper. He would know, surely he would. Still, she couldn’t move.
“You ok?”
She let out a gasp, Steve’s voice knocking her out of her thoughts. She put a hand on her chest, letting out a passable chuckle.
“Sorry, I got lost in my own thoughts,” she replied.
She couldn’t burden him with it. Not now.
And yet, she couldn’t sleep. So here she was, sitting on the couch. It wasn’t for a lack of trying. She tried her damndest to focus on the night and for the most part, it worked. They had dinner, had wine, enjoyed each other’s company, had sex - the night was great.
But the second the lights were off and Steve fell asleep, she was back to her thoughts. No matter how hard she tried, her mind wouldn’t shut off.
She considered waking Steve, but knew he needed the rest. So, she put on Steve’s hoodie, slid on some underwear, and made her way to the kitchen to make some tea before settling into the couch.
She eyed the frame hanging on the wall. On one side was a photo of her and Steve at their senior prom, the other side was a photo of them on their wedding day.
They had come so far. They worked out their shared traumas of the Upside Down. They built a new life together. They were settling down, considering having a baby.
All that progress, just to go back?
“Baby?”
She looked up to see Steve coming out of their bedroom, his eyes filled with sleep. He was wearing sweatpants “What’re you doing out here?”
“I couldn’t sleep.”
He sat on the couch and pulled her to his lap so she could nestle her head on his shoulder. He grabbed the remote and turned off the television.
“You’ve been a little bit off since I’ve got out of the shower,” he told her. “I wasn’t gonna say anything, ‘cause I saw you were really trying to hide it, but now you’re scaring me. Talk to me.”
She sighed and rubbed her face. “I saw on the news a teenage girl in Hawkins went missing and it…I just…”
Hot tears stung her eyes as she wiped the ones tried that tried to escape.
“You were triggered,” Steve nodded. “I get it.”
She shook her head. “Yeah, but…the way they were talking about her, how she went missing. I mean, this is how it all starts. She walked home and…”
Her chest grew heavy, throat closing in. “What if he’s back? What if the Upside Down got reopened? I thought we killed him. I thought it was over.”
“I know,” he whispered. “I was there. I swore we did too.”
He rest his forehead against hers. “I heard about it earlier today. Some guys at the office were talking about it. I called Hopper and he said no one really knows what the situation is, but he, Joyce, and Murray are keeping their eyes peeled. I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t want to stress you out. I wanted to wait until I had some idea of what was going on.”
“It’s ok, Steve,” she assured. “I considered calling Hopper too. I also considered calling Will, but after what he’s been through I couldn’t bring myself to stress him out.”
“Probably for the best,” he agreed. “Look, it may not be related. It could honestly be a kid went missing because she ran away or was kidnapped.”
“That’s what they said about Will and Barb,” she reminded him.
He nodded, sighing. “I know.”
She pulled back her lips. “While we’re on the topic of things we were afraid to tell each other, every time we talk about having a baby…I keep thinking, ‘What if we have a baby and something happens and they need us?’ What do we do then? What do we do? Drop the baby off at my parents and say, ‘Can you watch our kid? We have to go deal with monsters and shit.’ I mean, Steve, say it comes back when we have a baby. There’s a bigger risk than our lives. We risk our child losing one of us or both us.”
Steve nodded his head, closing his eyes. “I think about that too and it scares the shit out of me.”
He opened his eyes. “But I also know you and I know how to handle it. We’ve done this before and if we have to do it to protect our child, we will.”
“We’re not teenagers with nothing to lose,” she reminded him.
“You’re right, but back then I had a lot to lose.”
“Like what?”
“You.”
Her cheeks warmed as she felt a small smile play on her lips.
“The first time, I wanted to survive to be with you.” He pointed to their prom picture. “The second time, I wanted to survive so we could go to prom together and graduate together. The third time, I wanted to survive to because I wanted to you go to college and give you the future you always deserved. The fourth time, I wanted to survive to run away from that God awful town with you. The fifth time, I wanted to survive because I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. I went in ready to fight for you, for us, for this life we’re building.”
Her tears of anxiety turned into tears of love. “I fought for you too. I fought for us.”
“I know you did,” he said, smiling warmly at her. “And if we have to do this a sixth time, I say we fight to survive for our future child.”
She nodded, her anxieties washed away by reassurance. “I love you.”
“I love you too. That’s why I married you.”
She cackled. “Is that the only reason?”
He shrugged. “There were other factors I considered.”
She gently punched his arm and he kissed the top of her nose. “Hey, promise me next time we don’t hide this from each other? That goes for me too.”
“Agreed.”
He kissed her lips before giving her squeeze. “Let’s go back to bed, yeah? When we get up we’ll grab breakfast across the street.”
“Works for me.”
He got up, carrying her bridal style as she swung her arms around his neck
But just as they reached the doorway, their home phone rang.
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teddyrb · 3 years ago
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Hot water bottles and tea
Eddie Munson x Gn!Reader
Genre - Fluff
Warnings - Periods.
Summary - Eddie helps his partner through the pain of menstruation.
A/N - I only used They/Them pronouns, I chose not to reference the reader bleeding because I read that whilst transgender women don’t get periods explicitly, hormone therapy can cause PMS symptoms and I wanted to be inclusive of that. I hope that this is okay.
Word count - 2,004
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Eddie's Uncle Wayne had let you into the trailer on his way out for work. You didn't look the most presentable but you were in too much agony to care. Eddie's messy bed made you opt to lie down on the sofa instead. Eddie was at practice for Corroded Coffins but they would finish up soon and Eddie would get back to the trailer.
Your head was pounding and the cramps were unbearable but you lacked the motivation to move around the trailer to look for some Advil which left you simmering in the pain. Since Wayne had been sleeping during the day the curtains had been closed, which helped your head massively.
The television remote was arms length away from you, it was playing reruns of a show you had never seen. You could stand it for five minutes before the laugh track agitated your migraine and you turned the television off before you could find yourself throwing the remote at it.
You dropped the remote by your side and waited, getting your hopes up that Eddie was back every time you heard a car enter the trailer park. The pain became especially harsh when the trailer door opened and the light from outside spewed in. You were quick to cover your eyes with the crook of your elbow and your exhaled groan alerted Eddie to your pain. Eddie closed the door as quietly as he could and made his way over to where you lay. The doe eyed boy crouched in front of you and moved your arm away from your face. "It's okay, I've closed the door." He spoke softly towards you and smiled at you empathetically when you looked towards him. "Hi, baby."
"Hi." You pouted at the boy, which only made his smile widen in adoration. To Eddie you were the most precious person in the world and he would do anything you asked of him if it meant you would be happy. "Is it okay if we could be quiet, for today? my head hurts really badly but I've wanted to see you all week."
He looked at you concerned. "Are you sick or something?" He moved his hand over your forehead but couldn't feel a fever.
You shook your head lightly, wincing at the pain it caused. "Or something. I really don't want to get into this with you, no offence. I just don't feel comfortable telling people." Eddie nodded his head at your answer, you didn't have to tell Eddie what was going on, your desire to not answer was enough.
Eddie made his way over to the stove and began boiling some water, he looked around quietly getting a cup out and continuing his venture until he found a hot water bottle in a cupboard. He moved himself back over to the stove before pouring the water into the cup and using the rest to fill the hot water bottle. Wayne liked you - he thought you were good for Eddie and he thought you gave him the motivation to graduate - Eddie took that to mean his uncle wouldn't mind letting you use his favourite mug or brand of tea if it made you feel better. Eddie waited a couple of minutes for the hot water bottle to cool a bit, as to not but your skin, before he manoeuvred himself back over to you. "I've got you some tea, I put it in the biggest cup we've got and I found this to help you with your cramps." He whispered, holding up the hot water bottle before placing it down on your stomach. You adjusted the bottle moving it lower down and sighing in relief when you could feel it ease your pain.
"Thank you Eddie, but how did you know I had cramps?" You looked at him, embarrassed that he knew what was happening to you.
"We'll baby, you don't go through senior year three times and not learn about period symptoms." You winced at the clarification that he did indeed know that you were on your period. "Also, Wayne sat me down when he realised how serious we were and gave me a talking to about making sure I was treating you properly." It warmed your heart to hear that Wayne wanted to make sure you we're being treated properly.
"Your uncle does know that you're head over heels in love with me, right? I mean you once cancelled your D&D meeting because I was sick and wanted to watch some movie I didn't have at home, so you got Steve and Robin to wait around after Family Videos had closed for the night so that you could bring it to me." You smiled at the memory before leaning yourself towards him and kissing him softly. The angle of your body made the hot water bottle fall off your stomach and onto the floor, Eddie pecked your lips again before he moved the bottle back to were you had left it.
"He knows that, it was more about other things that he wanted to cover." The undertone wasn't subtle and it made you go red again with embarrassment, Eddie giggled adorably at your reaction. "How would you feel about moving to my bed and then I can cuddle with you, hmm?
"No, your bed's a mess, I already went in there. Maybe if you cleaned it up and opened your window so your room didn't smell like cigarettes all the time." You didn't intend to but your voice sounded full of judgement. The tea was certainly helping your migraine but it would take a lot more for your mood swings to pass. "Sorry baby, I'm just in a lot of pain. I didn't mean it." He understood, not literally but he'd experienced pain before in his life and he knew that it all you really cared about right now was trying to make the pain disappear.
"It's okay, I know it's a bit of a mess. I'll clean it up a bit and open my window for you, yeah? And then we can cuddle, okay?" He spoke quieter, realising that his volume had slowly crept up, which was only adding to your discomfort. You nodded at him and he smiled his most cheesy smile. "Okay then, lets do that. Did you take anything, I don't have any Advil or anything like that but I can call Gareth to pick up some stuff if you need anything, he owes me one anyway."
"No, I didn't have anything at home, the pharmacy was closed when I went by before school and Max said I could get a lift off Nancy with her if I wanted to see you after school, I didn't want to ask in front of all the kids. Would Gareth not mind, if you asked him to pick up some Advil?" You didn't want to inconvenience him but you mainly just didn't want him to work out why you needed it.
"I got Gareth some drum sticks when he broke his, he said he'd owe me a favour. All I'm doing is collecting it, I won't tell him who there for and honestly the kid wouldn't be able to work out even if I did, okay? I'll call him and get him to pick it up, yeah?" You nodded in agreement.  "Is there anything else you need, do you want him to get you something else?" You shook your head this time. "Okay, I'll go call him and get my bed cleaned up. You just lie there and rest, baby."
You could hear Eddie talking on the phone, his voice got serious at one point but you soon heard him crack up laughing so it wasn't a serious problem. Before long they were saying their goodbyes and Eddie made his way to the back of the trailer. You heard his moving around in the back for five or so minutes before he returned back to your side.
"Uh, is your hot water bottle still hot?" He asked placing his hand on the bottle to find out for himself. "Yeah, it's okay. Do you think you can walk over there or, um, do you want me to carry you?" He was genuinely concerned and it made you laugh.
"God, Eddie how bad do you think it is. I'm perfectly capable of walking thanks, but if your offering to carry me I won't object." He smiled at you mischievously before he picked you up bridal style, making sure you didn't drop the hot water bottle and letting you grab your tea from on the window sill before hecarried you back towards his bedroom. He placed you on the bed lightly and allowed you to adjust yourself before he got into the bed, smiling down as you readjusted yourself to lie on top of him. "Wow, Munson, you cleaned up for me. You must really like me, huh?"
He smirked, leaning down to kiss your hair. "You know what, maybe I do. Maybe, I even love you." He started humming, it was one of his songs. He hadn't finished writing it so it was odd in places - it didn't have the best syncopation because he didn't have everything in order. He usually enjoyed singing the songs to you, sometimes you'd help him with the word choice, other times you'd sit and read the words - laughing at the notes he'd made in the margin - before handing the notebook back and telling him you loved it, it was always perfect in your eyes. He hummed this time, he didn't want to hurt your head and he though it would be the best way to not have you yell at him because of your mood swings, there was a consistency for the most part and you found yourself humming along with him until he'd hum something unexpected and you'd stop to listen.
Gareth finally knocked on the door after half a dozen of the bands songs, you we're sleepy but Eddie's movement under you had you sitting up and rubbing your eyes. Eddie stood up, he lent down to kiss you and the two of you were content until Gareth knocked on the door louder, drawing the two of you apart. Eddie was muttering under his breathe about Gareth's impatience, you giggled at the irony, knowing that Eddie was the most impatient person in Hawkins if not the entirety of Indiana. He walked to the door and opened it, he and Gareth had some small talk before you heard the door close and Eddie was back with you in the doorway.
Eddie was holding more than just Advil, you could smell your favourite fast food from the paper bag that Eddie had with him. "Did you seriously send Gareth to get me fast food. I don't know whether I should feel bad for him or tell you how much I love you."
"Well, I prefer the second one." Eddie smiled widely at you. "Have you drank your tea or has it gone cold by now?" He asked.
"It's cold, but I can still drink it, don't worry. Just give me the Advil and then we can eat, I'm starving, I haven't eaten anything since lunch time." You brought your arms out for Eddie to hand you the food and medicine, which he gave to you before he sat back down. You opened the Advil and took one before delegating the food between the pair of you.
Soon enough your migraine was unnoticeable and your cramps had subsided meaning you and Eddie were able to hang out like you usually did - you, sprawled out on top of him as he breathed in the smell of your shampoo. "I'm really happy you still came here even though you're on your period." He spoke into your hair.
You shifted yourself to look up at the boy. "It's because I feel like I can face anything when I'm with you, Eds." You spoke.
Eddie lent down and kissed you. "I'm glad."
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andtheyweresiblings · 3 years ago
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Mirabruno and Touch Headcanons
Let’s talk about touch-starved Bruno versus grew-up-in-a-physically-affectionate-family Mirabel. Mirabel is just naturally more physically affectionate, so she’s always casually touching Bruno. Initially, it’s purely familial, but regardless, it always throws Bruno because he didn’t experience human touch for over a decade and before that, his family became a lot less affectionate towards him after he consistently told “bad” prophecies to the townsfolk and ruined weddings.
I think Mirabel picks up on the fact that Bruno is touch-starved and the effect touch has on Bruno, so she starts initiating touch more because she knows how important touch is to her and the other Madrigals. It breaks her heart knowing he was robbed of this love language all because he was sorely misunderstood.
It’s little things at first—maybe extended hugs when greeting each other and the touching of an arm during a conversation—but as she becomes more comfortable with him, she starts incorporating bigger gestures of touch. Like snuggling up to him while watching his rat telenovelas with the rest of the family. I think within the family, none of that seems out of the ordinary; they come across as a very touchy-feely family in the movie.
I think Mirabel and Bruno would probably be fine with this level of touch for a while too.
The descent from the familial realm and into the more romantic realm is so gradual and not intentional that it takes some time for either of them to realize what is going on.
The first line that is crossed is when Mirabel falls asleep against Bruno during a telenovela rerun. It’s late enough that everyone else has gone to bed and Bruno has a choice to make; wake up Mirabel or wait for her to wake up. Not wanting to disturb his sobrina, he opts for the latter option and ends up falling asleep himself. When they wake up, they laugh it off, and Mirabel insists that Bruno can wake her up if she does something like that in the future.
This of course, is not the last time this happens, and Bruno finds that he really enjoys the physical closeness and that his sobrina trusts him enough to fall asleep on him. Mirabel secretly likes it too, so she sometimes forces herself to stay up longer to chance falling asleep on her tío’s shoulder.
The line between familial and something more officially blurs on one such occasion in which, after falling asleep on Bruno, Mirabel wakes up from a nightmare relating to the trauma that came from the family dynamics they are all still healing from. Mirabel has these every so often and can cope with them on her own, but Bruno is right there, looking so concerned for her. So there she stays quietly crying into his shoulder, cuddling closer to him as he tries to soothe her, whispering and caressing her hair.
This inevitably leads to more cuddling outside of the family sofa because Mirabel liked it and doesn’t really think too much about the implications, and Bruno is really good at talking himself into why this is a totally suitable thing for him and his sobrina to do, especially since it only really happens when one of them is stressed out or upset. They’re just soothing each other. It still doesn’t explain why they both seem to know to do it when the rest of the family isn’t around, but hey, it’s just cuddling.
At this point, Casita is invested in these two mutual in-denial disasters, so maybe it helps them along with some other line crossings. Like maybe Mirabel’s decorating the house for an upcoming event, and Casita subtly destabilizes her while Bruno is passing by so he has to catch Mirabel to prevent her from falling.
Maybe at a party, Mirabel and Bruno are dancing together as family members might, and Casita moves some tiles around so that they fall into each other and it makes sense to just hold each other closer while Casita continues to “dance” along to the music around them.
Since Mirabel already loves to dance, I think this would lead to them dancing together in more casual settings. Oftentimes, it’s Mirabel teaching Bruno different dance styles because dance was something he never got into when he was younger, and let’s face it: music and dance is Mirabel’s real love language.
As it turns out, Bruno is not the greatest dancer, but he has fun because it’s with Mirabel, his sobrina who brought him home. And she looks so happy when they’re dancing or when she’s playing the accordion, and he’s just so happy to be a part of someone else’s happiness for once. So what if he’s start to feel things he shouldn’t towards Mirabel? He can push those feelings down, and he will. He will if that means he can stay near her.
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donald4spiderman · 4 years ago
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this is like perv!spencer but ...
When he found out that your nipples were pierced, he bought you a pair of jewels for your tits, so (as a form of gratitude) you asked him if he wanted to put them on you.
um... absolutely yes yes yes
TW: piercings, nipple play???, kissing, implied sex, perv!spencer
Spencer doesn’t think it’s a good idea, but Derek encourages him to buy the pair of small nipple rings for you when they’re out shopping for Penelope’s birthday gift.
He’s only been dating you for four weeks, which have been arguably the four best weeks of his life. You’re amazing— a wonderful, kind, kindred spirit who always knows how to ease the tension after a long workday or offer up a joke to make Spencer smile. You’re hilarious and competitive and completely perfect in his eyes.
“Is it, I don’t know, too soon?” Spencer mumbles as he and Derek wait in the register line.
He scoffs, “You’re not marrying her, Reid. It’s just a pair of nipple rings.”
“How can you say that so casually?” Slightly embarrassed, Spencer whisper-yells to Derek, who chuckles in response.
Derek shrugs, “I don’t know. It’s not a big deal— It’s just jewelry.”
“Yeah, but it’s not... regular jewelry, you know? God, what if she thinks I’m a creep!”
“Why would she think you’re a creep? I mean, you’ve seen her boobs, right?”
Now, it’s Spencer's turn to gasp. “Yes— of course I’ve seen her boobs— She’s my girlfriend. And, hey! Stop talking about my girlfriend’s boobs!”
Derek doesn’t have time for his clever retort before the friendly cashier is ringing up Spencer’s purchase. Derek drops Spencer off at his apartment with a quick goodbye and “She’ll love them.”
You’re inside waiting on the couch; your cat Jinx curled up into your lap as you watch a rerun of Law and Order.
“Hey!” You greet as Spencer sets his bags down on the table. “How was your day out on the town?”
“It was fun!” Spencer smiles, seating himself on the couch next to you. “We got Penelope a nice pair of very flamboyant high heels.”
“I’m sure she’ll love them.”
“Oh,” Spencer interrupts his train of thought. “I-I actually got you um something. You don’t have to like it or keep and if you want to return it I understand—“
“Spencer.” You laugh. “Just slow down for a little bit, okay? I’m sure I will love whatever you got me.”
“Okay.” He nods, retrieving the box from his messenger bag.
You eye the box in his hand curiously. “Y-you know how you h-have uh your n-nipples pierced?” He stammers. You nod. “W-well, I was in a store, and I saw these, and I-I thought they were um nice for your nipples— f-for you!”
“Okay, now I’m curious as to why you were even in a store that sells nipple jewelry, but I’m sure my question can wait.” You grin. “Now show me the damn thing.”
Spencer’s shaky fingers open the box, revealing two silver nipple rings. They’re lightweight but not fragile, and they even glimmer in your dingy apartment lighting.
“Woah, Spence. These are beautiful.”
“Really?” His voice is both surprised and skeptical. “You like them?”
“Absolutely. These are so much nicer than the ones I have now. I don’t even want to know how much these things costed because damn!”
Before Spencer can relish in his accomplishment, you’re sliding your T-shirt off your torso, tossing it to the side—bare chest and jewelry-cladded nipples on full display for Spencer. He feels oddly voyeuristic watching your bare form, already turned on without the implication of any sexual gratification.
“Let’s put them on!” You suggest, taking the box from Spencer’s hands. “Or, do you wanna do it for me?”
He shakes the images clouding his mind— rolling your nipple between his fingers as he kisses down your neck, sucking on them as you work your hand up and down his shaft— he’s fucked.
“S-sure.” He stutters.
“You have to take them out very gently, okay? And then we can slip these new ones in, sound good?”
“Uh huh.” Spencer mutters, all too focused on your tits.
His dexterous fingers carefully pull out the gold piercing, setting them aside in the box so as not the lose them. He makes it a point to accidentally caress your boob, emphasis on accidentally, even though you know he’s having too much fun with this.
By the time both of the previous rings are removed, Spencer forgets what he’s even supposed to be doing, too occupied with massaging and pawing at your breasts lightly.
“Spencer, baby.” You smile. “Are you gonna put the new ones in?”
That seems to snap him out of his trance, “Oh y-yeah.”
You understand why your boyfriend’s an engineer when he swiftly and nimbly placed the new rings through your nipples with ease. He looks pleased with his work (and your breasts), opting to take a long gander at them.
“You know,” You push his back onto the couch, climbing on his lap. “I’m starting to think you bought me these so that you’d have an excuse to touch my boobs.”
“Ah, you caught me.” Spencer feigns disappointment. “At least my plan sort of worked.”
You place a chaste kiss on his lips, working quick to unbutton his shirt. “Next time,” You bite your lip once the last button is opened, “Just ask.”
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thatonegaytheaterkid · 4 years ago
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wait wait request are open right? Could i request 1-a with someone with klee’s personality? aka an arsonist
AHH I love Klee, when her rerun comes around I'm really hoping that I'll win the 50/50 and get to pull her!
Class 1-A with someone with a Klee type personality
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- When it comes to academics, you're not at the top but you're not at the bottom, you're in the middle part of the class if that makes sense, you try to give it your best effort whenever you're not getting distracted
- Now, when it comes to combat, oh, oh god
- Whenever anyone has to go one on one against you they have to actually watch out for their life since you always go all out
- You're like the a more chaotic version of Bakugo if that's even possible
- Your quirk is being able to summon bombs at will, you can even control how big both the bomb itself is and how big the blast will turn out
- Now, here's the thing, this would be an amazing quirk, and it is, but you're motto is pretty much just, "The bigger the blast the better" you're always trying to make giant explosions as if you're trying to destroy the school
- Because of this, detention has pretty much become your home base within the school itself
- You try to show some restraint at times but then right afterwards it's back to the huge explosions
- There have been countless times you've been scolded by Aizawa, you're definitely the biggest troublemaker in the class
- But as big as your explosions, so is your heart, you're always trying to help out anyone you can and try your best whenever someone gives you specific task
- You remind the class of a 'chaotic little boy'
- You're always so energetic and whenever you get sad everyone just wishes that could just hug you
- You and Bakugo get along really well, you both like to have these competitions to see who can make the biggest explosion, you win a lot of the times but Bakugo has also won his fair share as well, as much as he doesn't really like to admit it, he actually likes that you're so energetic all the time, he thinks you're fun to be around, plus you're always challenging him and you're not scared too like most of the class is
- If the two of you are ever on the same team then it's over for everyone
- You and Deku talk a bit about pro heroes sometimes because he likes to ask you a lot of questions because your mother was a well known pro-hero, so he asks a lot about her, he also likes to ask you a lot about you quirk as well and sometimes you'll even demonstrate some things that you can do with it to him
- You and Denki love to play pranks on the class together, you also love to joke around with one another and just goof off entirely
- Now, as much as you like playing around and whatnot, you still care about your academics, so most of the time if you're ever free you'll opt for studying with Momo with her and Jirou since they'll both make sure to focus on work and not joke around, unlike a few of your other classmates usually do
- Everyone just finds you to be such a ray of sunshine because of your attitude, you're always so nice and genuine everyone just wants to hug you half the time, if anyone from any of the other classes were to make you sad, cough cough Monoma, they'd be ready to defend you at any moments notice
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awkward-and-indecisive · 4 years ago
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The Lazy Chose Me
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Summary - Y/n wants to have a lazy day but her boyfriend, Dean, wants to take her on an impromptu date. Will she have a good time at the date or will the date, the green eyed hunter organised, be a total wreck?
Pairing - Dean Winchester x Female!reader
Warnings - FLUFF!!! A little language, crack, lots of kissing a certain green eyed man, Dean being the best boyfriend ever, Dean being an adorable dork. Reader’s thoughts are italicised. If I’m forgetting anything please let me know!
Word Count - 4224
A/N - This randomly came to me at four in the morning. Also, I love Stitch with everything in me. 🥺😩
This is completely unbeta’d, so all mistakes are mine.
Please tell me what you think about it.
FEEDBACK IS HIGHLY APPRECIATED!!!
Happy Reading :)
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You were having the laziest day of your life. Sitting on your side of the bed in a hoodie and sweatpants, you were stuffing your face with popcorn while watching reruns of your favourite show. With no hunts for the day, you were having a lazy day after months and you were enjoying it way too much. Crumbs of the snacks you’ve had earlier were scattered on the bed, decorating the sheets like confetti. Little pieces of popcorn were falling everywhere but you didn’t care. And you didn’t care that you didn’t care. You were loving the fact that you had nothing to do all day but lie in bed and eat junk and be lazy and messy and ugly and dirty. You were basically a zombie for the day.
Ah! This is what dreams are made of. You thought to yourself, sighing after another episode ended. You stretched your body, a few of your joints popping due to not getting any movement for so long, and hummed happily to yourself. You pressed play on the remote, the next episode playing, and changed your position on the bed. Lying on your side, you brought up your knees to your chest, one of your hands supporting your head, and kept the popcorn bowl within arm’s reach.
You had only continued your munching for a few minutes when your green eyed sex god of a boyfriend entered the room, excitement making his huge frame shake. He stopped at the foot of the bed, bouncing on the balls of his feet and you got a little annoyed at how energetic he was being. Your eyes were still glued to the screen, hand going in the direction of the bowl, blindly picking some popcorn and gorging yourself with it.
Dean moved in front of the tv and switched it off. You let out a ‘hey!’ in protest and he came to sit beside you. You scowled at him for interrupting your plan of being a zombie all day and he kept a hand on your hip, a cheeky smile playing on his lips which told you that he was up to something.
“Get ready, sweetheart. We’re going on an impromptu date.” He said with eagerness, clapping his hands together, and you still kept scowling at him. He seemed to have figured out what was swirling around in your head and started shaking you lightly.
“Come on, Y/N! It’s been so long since we had a date night and I have the perfect thing in mind.” He whined, making puppy dog eyes. You almost gave in right there but the lazy part of you stopped you from saying yes.
“But whyyy?! I don’t want to get ready or dress up or do my hair or look pretty or take a shower. I want to spend all day in bed doing absolutely nothing.” You whined back.
“Y/n, come on! You can be lazy all you want tomorrow. And look at all this mess and you haven’t even showered?!” Your boyfriend exclaimed. You just shrugged in return. So what if I didn’t shower today? It wasn’t like I smelled. Or did I?
You shook your head to get those thoughts out of your head and pulled the covers over your head, trying to hide under them and not let Dean force you to get out of bed. He tried to snatch the covers from you, going to stand at the foot of the bed again, but you had a deathgrip on them. Of course you were no match to him when it came to strength and he managed to steal them from you, throwing them on the small chair in the room. You groaned and folded your body more, tightly wrapping your arms around your knees and burying your head in the space between your knees and chest.
Dean grabbed a hold of your ankle and easily pulled you to the end of the bed and you screamed in protest, grabbing whatever you could to hold on. To anyone else the scene would surely look extremely comical, you clutching the sheets like your life depended on it and Dean dragging you towards the end of the bed. You knew you were being childish and throwing a tantrum like a kid whose mother refused to give in to their unnecessary demand they made in a public place right now but you didn't want to leave your bed. You were so comfortable and happy spending the day there and your boyfriend was bursting your peaceful bubble of lethargy.
“Why. Are. You. So. Damn. Lazy?!” Dean huffed exasperatedly, pulling you more and more towards the edge with each word.
You finally gave up on your plan, knowing you were no match for your stupid boyfriend’s stupid strength. You swiped the strands of hair that stuck on your face from all the scuffle in annoyance, when you stood up on your feet, and looked him in the eyes.
“I didn’t choose the lazy Dean. The. Lazy. Chose. Me.” You huffed with every step you took to leave the room and go to the bathroom to get ready for your impromptu date.
Dean chuckled and shook his head at your antics, taking a pair of your jeans, your undergarments and a jumper out of the drawer to give to you since you didn’t take any with you. He dropped the clothes on the bench of the bathroom, shouting ‘don’t take too long and get ready in 45 minutes’, and came back to change his clothes too.
Rolling your eyes for the millionth time in the last hour, you dragged your boot clad feet to the bunker’s garage. You would have been spending the whole day in sweats and a hoodie and here you were now, wearing jeans and a bra. Oh how cruel life is to break my dreams like that! You internally groaned.
You found Dean humming a tune to himself while leaning against his precious Impala, legs crossed at the ankles and arms folded. His head perked up when the sound of your footsteps reached his ears and he immediately opened the passenger side door for you. You grumpily took a seat and Dean, still acting all gentlemanly, closed the door and rounded the car to take a seat in the driver’s side.
He jammed the key into the ignition and turned it, driving out of the garage. The green eyed man turned on some soft rock tunes, his fingers drumming to their tune. His whole demeanor was annoying you, testing your limits. How was he so happy after literally dragging me off the bed and stopping me from being the sack of potatoes I so desperately wanted to be all day?
“Why couldn’t we have a lazy date night in the Cave?” You asked, turning your body towards him.
“Because I can’t remember the last time we went out on a nice date and what I have planned is gonna be so much better than a lazy date night in the Cave.” He replied with confidence.
“I’ll be the judge of that.” You grumbled, folding your arms.
“At least tell me where we’re going!” You whined after a few minutes had passed, stomping your foot like a child. You were really in a mood today.
“Then it won’t be a surprise.” Dean said, like it was obvious. You faced him and gave him your best puppy dog eyes, jutting out your lower lip to make the pout he could never say no to. He gave you a glance and then chuckled, “Nice try, sweetheart. But my hands are tied.”- he raised his hands in defeat and shrugged, -“I’m sorry but no can do.”
You let out a groan of frustration and decided to give up on prying information from him and just wait to see what this great plan of his was.
After a little over an hour of driving, Dean put Baby in park and you could see a tent with some lights and stuff. It was a carnival.
He brought you to a freaking carnival?!
“A carnival.” You said, judgement dripping from your voice.
“What? It’ll be fun!” He shrugged, a huge smile plastered on his face.
“I swear to god Dean if i don’t have any fun-”
“If you don’t have a good time then I’ll do whatever you want for a month.” He rambled out before you could complete your threat.
“Whatever?” You asked him, wanting to know if he was sure what he was signing himself up for. He nodded in reply and you thought about the little deal he was presenting you.
“Make it two and you have yourself a deal.” You countered, giving him a huge fake smile and putting your hand forward so you could shake on it.
“Deal!” Dean said and instead of shaking your hand, he crashed his lips on yours, kissing you like he hadn’t for years. He parted from you and you weren’t sure if you were out of breath because of the kiss or because of how good he kissed you. “That’s the way to properly seal a deal, sweetheart.” He winked and got out of the car, leaving you breathless and in a daze in the car.
You shook your head to get your brain back to working and got out of the car. You rounded and saw Dean holding his hand out for you. You couldn’t help the genuine smile and warmth that graced your cheeks. You hated how a tiny gesture from him made your heart do somersaults like a teenage girl even after all these years of knowing and dating him. Intertwining your fingers with his, you started walking towards the entry to go inside.
You were mesmerised by the hundreds of lights that were acting as a roof over your heads, looking like a galaxy of stars, as soon as you stepped foot into the carnival. You uttered a ‘Whoa!’ and could already see the smug smile forming on your boyfriend’s face. He gave you a ‘Hate to say I told you so’ look which you just ignored, pulling him towards the first stall your eyes fell on.
Dean suggested that you two eat a little before indulging in any activities and you quickly agreed since you didn’t have anything to eat all day other than those few snacks. You both opted for a hotdog and quickly finished it, feeling the hunger once the food was in your hands. The both of you roamed a little around the fair, watching everything that was on display.
The various games that were hard for normal people but to you both were as easy as pie and all the different prizes they had. A particular prize caught your eye and you memorised the stall number to visit later. The numerous contrasting foods and their delicious aromas wrapped around you like a blanket as you passed their respective stalls.
You saw a stall with flavoured lemonade and urged Dean to try some. You continued exploring while drinking the flavours of your choice. You reached the end of the ground, where the carnival was set, where a huge Ferris wheel waited for you and Dean.
You could only imagine the view you would get from the top. You tugged at your boyfriend’s jacket sleeve, stopping at the queue for the giant ride. You quickly emptied your plastic cups and threw them in the trash. You couldn’t help but notice Dean being a little nervous about the ride and found it so adorable. Dean Winchester, the best hunter in the world, was scared of a Ferris wheel.
It wasn’t long till it was your chance to sit in one of the carts. The crew guy locked the bar over your laps, securing you in. You heard Dean start humming Metallica, which you knew he did to calm himself down, as the ride started to take you up. You took his hand in yours, your thumb caressing the back of his hand. His grip on your hand tightened and you squeezed it back in reassurance, resting your head on his shoulder. You knew he was a little scared but couldn’t help and find the whole situation utterly adorable and amusing.
The wheel stopped when you were halfway to the top and you looked down to see that a couple was getting off a cart and another taking their place. You looked back at Dean, sitting next to you, and he had a funny expression on his face.
“Hey! You okay?” You asked, your brows furrowing.
He scanned his surroundings for a few seconds and then gulped, looking at you. You raised your eyebrows in question and he opened his mouth but no words came out.
“I uh...I think I’m gonna throw up.” He stuttered.
“You WHAT?!” You said, voice getting louder with shock while you let go of his hand and put as much distance as you could between the two of you. Your turn had just started and you were approximately 50 feet above ground and you had nowhere to go. Your thoughts started spiralling and you quickly rambled out, “I swear to god Dean if you throw up here I’ll kill you. Don’t even think about throwing up. Swallow it down if you have to. Don’t you dare throw up.”
“I can’t just not throw up Y/n!” He screeched.
“I don’t care!!” You said, shaking your head from side to side.
You both stared at each other in disbelief for a minute when Dean started laughing hysterically, his whole body shaking the cart. Your eyes widened when realisation hit you. He was messing with you. He wasn’t nauseous. Ugh! You hated him so much. The ride started again, taking you both up and he was still laughing.
“Asshole!” You said, smacking his arm and the cart shook a little bit.
“Whoa Y/n! I might fall!” Dean shrieked and you grumbled ‘Good!’ in reply.
You crossed your arms, rolling your eyes and looking away from him. It wasn’t long until you reached the top and as soon as you took in the view, your annoyance vaporized into thin air. You could see the whole town from up here, hundreds of lights twinkling in the distance, the cold wind blowing through your hair. It all looked so heavenly stunning.
“This is so beautiful!” You whispered in awe.
“Yeah it is.” Dean agreed with you and when you looked at him, he was looking at you. “It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
You rolled your eyes while a blush crept up on your cheeks making your face warm even in the cold breeze. A smug expression made its way on Dean’s face and he wiggled his brow at you, thinking of how easy it was to win you over. But before he could make a smartass comment, you crashed your lips onto his, shutting him up. He didn’t seem to mind, bringing his hand up to your cheek, his thumb caressing it, while the other one still held onto the metal bar which was your only safety.
You made out like horny teenagers the whole ride, giggling when your noses collided. You both got out of the small cart, hands entwining and began to make your way back. You were walking quietly, taking in your surroundings when out of nowhere a guy ran past you, drenching you with the milkshake he had in his hand. You gasped at the contact of the cold liquid with your body, which quickly started seeping into your clothes and making you shiver.
“Son of a bitch!” Dean cursed looking at you, anger filling him straight away and then his green eyes gazed behind you to catch sight of that guy.
“Let it go, Dean. I need to change before I get sick.” You said, tugging at his hand.
“Okay okay. I think I saw a souvenir shop a little ahead. Let’s get you some clean clothes from there.” He said, his anger disappearing and worry taking its place.
You nodded and let him guide you to the shop, hoping they had some clothes you could wear. As much as you disliked coming here at first, you were having a good time and didn’t wanna go back home so soon.
You went into the shop, thanking everyone in this world when you found some clothes at the back. You quickly took off their tag and handed them to Dean so he could pay for them while you changed in the fitting room. You quickly got out of your milkshake soaked clothes and put them in a plastic bag. You left the fitting room, your eyes meeting with those gorgeous green ones and he chuckled, shaking his head and looking down.
“What?” You asked, feeling a little conscious.
“Nothing. I’m just not that surprised at your choice of clothing.” He said with amusement, waving his hand up and down towards your body.
You glanced down at yourself and realised that you were wearing sweatpants and a hoodie. You were back in your lazy clothes and chuckled too. You looked at Dean and shrugged while smirking, “What can I say? The lazy chose me.”
He grinned at you, pulling you in for a kiss. The kiss was all sweet and loving. He parted when the need for air became too much and rested his forehead on yours, whispering on your lips, “I’m starting to think it did.”
You pecked his lips one more time before taking his hand to exit the shop. You both roamed around a bit more, going on some rides and eating some food. You lost a bet to Dean, getting dizzy before him on Chair-O-Planes, resulting in him making fun of you before you kissed him to shut him up while he lost a bet to you, getting scared in the fun house once while you didn’t. You made fun of him before he applied your method of shutting him up, kissing you. You both tried a hybrid of a cake and a pie which was so fucking delicious that it left you two moaning with each bite and you instantly got a whole one packed to take home. Dean kept convincing you to call it Pieke which you kept ignoring. You also tried something called a ‘pizza cone’, it looked like a normal ice cream cone but instead of the ice cream, it had cheese and pizza sauce and the cone was made out of dough. It was easily the best kind of pizza you’ve ever had and got a few of them packed for everyone back at home.
It was safe to say that both of your stomachs were full with finger-licking food and your hearts with irreplaceable memories from tonight. You couldn’t remember the last time you felt this carefree and had so much fun. You hated to admit it, but Dean was right and you were definitely not going to say that out loud and give him one more chance of being all cocky and boastful.
Both of you were lazily strolling with one of your hands carrying the bags with the food and the other interlaced with each others’. You could see the opening from where you had entered, meaning you had done everything there was to do.
“You ready to go home, sweetheart?” Dean asked, his head tilting to you while his eyes darted towards the entry/exit point.
You hummed while nodding, Dean pecking your forehead and beginning to walk again. You had just stepped out of the carnival when your brain reminded you of that stall number you had thought of visiting before and you quickly shrieked, “WAIT!!”
He stopped in his tracks, turning to you with his brows raised, “What?”
“Uh, I remembered something I have to do.” You gave him a vague reply, not looking him in the eye.
“Okay, let’s go do it then.” He said, turning to walk back inside.
“NO!! No no.” You yelped, pushing on his shoulders to turn him back. He gave you a perplexed look and you awkwardly said, “You don’t have to come. Plus I kinda gotta do it alone.”
“Okaaay..” Dean said, unsure.
“Alright! So I'll meet you at the car in 20.” You hastily rambled out, pecking his lips and made your way back to the stall you had earlier seen in the night, leaving a dumbfounded Dean behind.
You were walking back to the car, a giant rainbow slinky in your hands, which were behind your back, to hide the toy from him. You saw how heartbroken he was, when the one Sam had gotten him on a case, got broken. You just wanted to see his whole face light up and give you that huge smile that lit up your world. You had seen the slinky displayed as a prize on the Ring Toss game and had won it for your boyfriend easily, your hunter skills coming handy.
You saw Dean leaning against the Impala, a mischievous look on his face, something blue and huge peeking out from where he was hiding it behind him. You squinted your eyes to figure out what he was hiding but failed to make anything out.
“What you got there, Y/n?” Dean questioned, nodding to your hands, amusement painted all over his face.
“I could ask the same.” You smirked, raising one of your eyebrows.
“Well as they say, ‘Ladies first’” He winked and you chuckled.
“You’re gonna need your hands for this one and they’re a little busy as far as I can tell.” You said, wiggling your brows at him.
Realisation hit him and you chuckled at his puzzled expression at what to do with whatever was in his hands. He told you to close your eyes and not open them until he shoved the thing he had in his hands in Baby through the window. He gave you the green light to open his eyes. You gave out a count of three out loud and then brought the slinky in front of you. Dean gasped, his whole face lighting up with a million megawatt smile, just like you had imagined, lighting up your whole world in the process.
“No! Oh, you’re the best girlfriend EVER!!! I LOVE YOU AND YOU’RE SO FREAKING AWESOME!!!” Dean blurted out, voice raising with each word, probably on cloud nine right now. Your face heated up at his words but you just dismissed them, mumbling ‘yeah yeah’ while looking down at your feet.
“Okay time for your surprise!”- He said, remembering what he had stuffed in the window earlier, -“Close your eyes.”- he insisted, turning around to get it out of the car while you shut your eyes, -”And no cheating!” You chuckled at his childish behaviour, loving it all the same.
“You need some help with that?” You teased him, after a few minutes passed and you heard him struggling to get it out of the car. He grunted an ‘almost done’ making you chuckle again.
“Alright, open up, sweetheart.” He said.
“YOU DID NOT!!” You gasped as you saw what he was holding in his hands, happy tears making your eyes blurry, reminding you of your childhood.
You instantly took the giant, almost as big as you, Stitch stuffed plush from his arms, squeezing it tightly against yourself. You couldn’t believe he got that for you. That little alien meant the world to you.
“I saw it at a shooting game after you left and I just couldn’t not get it for you. I know how much you love the movie and this weird guy. And also this is compensation if you didn’t have a good time tonight.” He told you and you looked up at him.
“Dean I...this...YOU are the best boyfriend in this universe and all the others. You don’t know how much this means to me...I...I love you.” You stuttered, words not coming to you as your feelings overwhelmed you, your voice getting smaller at the end.
He stepped forward, crashing his lips on yours, kissing you passionately while his large hands cupped your face. You kissed him back with the same passion, pouring all the feelings you felt into it, immense love for a certain green eyed man being the biggest. You parted when the need for oxygen became too much and rested your forehead on his.
“You should find yourself a new bed to sleep in because I just found a new cuddle buddy I won’t be letting go of any time soon.” You teased him, a smile playing on your lips.
“Pfft yeah right.” Dean scoffed, rolling his eyes.
“Yeah, sorry Stitch, unfortunately I kinda love him the most.” You said with mock sadness in your tone.
“Unfortunately my ass!” He grumbled and you laughed at that.
“I love you. So so much.” You said, pecking his lips.
“I know. Now get your cute butt in the car. It’s getting late and we gotta go home.” He said, lightly smacking your ass as you rounded the car to take a seat.
“Plus, I gotta show you just how much I love you for getting me that slinky.” He winked, suggestively, getting into the car.
“Oh I can’t wait.” You winked back.
*****
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villainessprefect · 2 years ago
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Hi! I know I already put in an ask so you can ignore this one if you want! I was just going to put in a second one in case there were empty spaces at the end. Please don't feel pressured to write it though! <3 I'd just hate to lose the chance for more of your great stories! lol
If you're okay with it and no one else chooses it (please prioritize theirs first if that happens) I'd love to see my OC named Dakarai with Kalim. (or Kalim and Jamil if you do poly, I don't remember) with the dialogue "I have this weird feeling when I’m with you. I…can’t explain it, but I know it’s a good feeling." (he can either be saying it to Kalim or Kalim could say it to him, whichever you think fits better)
(you don't have to use Dakarai's name or pronouns (he/they) if you don't want to)
Dakarai is Egyptian with darker skin like Kalim/Jamil/Leona. He has long black hair that's curly and green eyes and is similar in physique to Epel. He is a soft boy, though, (unlike Epel lol) and is fluid in his clothing the way Vil is (mostly because his half brother likes designing and making clothes and he ended up as his usual mannequin.) He's on the timid side but can open up once he gets to know someone and can ramble forever about things he finds interesting. He loves reading and learning so his interests jump a lot but he feels really insecure and will stop himself a lot because he's been told he was annoying and stuff before because of it.
I think Da would really admire Kalim for how kind and friendly he is but also really look up to him for how easily he's able to throw himself out there and talk with people when that can be terrifying for Da. (If you put Jamil in it too he would definitely see how smart Jamil is and want to talk with him about his thoughts on stuff and how skilled he is in everything and how good he is about being able to control conversations and social situations so easily).
Of course you can use any or all of this or none of it if you get inspired for other stuff! Even if you don't do it thank you for even offering the event and I hope you have a great Valentine's Day! <3
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Hello again!! No worries I got you and your request <3
I went with the Fairy Gala as a bit of a plot (and to celebrate its rerun) and used Dakarai as the Prefect (its not explicitly state tho) so I hope thats fine ouo/ I opted out of poly this time since my brain couldn't think of how to get it all together, but I guess at the end you can see a hint of it?? if you squint??
I do hope you enjoy the fic tho <3 and sorry for the bit of wait lol
link to fic here!
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cherryyharryy · 4 years ago
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please write something about Harry overhearing the reader’s friend tell her that Harry doesn’t spend time with her that she deserves someone better they hang up b4 the reader can say anything like angst to fluff
Thank you for requesting!
This is 80's harry lol
WC: 2.4K
Harry pauses the music on his Walkman, slipping the headphones off his ears to rest around his neck while he fiddles with the key to his apartment.
She had spent the night—his angel. It had been quite the set up, since she still lives at home with her parents while finishing college, a little white lie was passed around to cover her absence. Harry wasn’t a secret by any means, but her parents weren’t the most open minded, and a small fib was easier to handle than trying to rehash the same discussion of y/n being a grown woman. It was hard enough for her to get their approval for college...one mountain at a time.
Harry’s ears burn as he sets the groceries down in the kitchen, the thought of her still tangled up in his sheets beckoning him back to his room, is enough to drive him wild. He doesn’t catch himself zoning out until the phone rings. He untangles his music off his shoulders and yanks the phone off the wall, but y/n has beat him to it, her soft morning voice greeting Caroline before Harry can utter a word.
His brain is too slow in making the connection that he should hang up. That he shouldn’t eavesdrop on his girlfriend’s private conversation. That he owes her the respect that her parents never give her. But he hears his name, specifically, he hears Caroline ask y/n how last night was, so the phone stays glued to his ear.
“Amazing,” she purrs, and Harry’s stomach flips. “We did it like, three times.”
The girls giggle, and Harry shuffles on his feet with a veiny blush spreading all over his body. He can imagine y/n draped in his sheets, phone cord wrapped around her fingers, just a few steps away from him
“Better be nothing short of amazing,” Caroline says, “with what little time he gives you anyway. Ugh, if Tony ever left me hanging as often as Harry, I’d dump him so fast.” She smacks her gum into the phone and Harry flinches. “He tried to ditch me one time to go see Scarface with Rob, and I was like, hell no, you’re taking me skating like you promised. Honestly y/n, you can do better. You’re surrounded by college boys, go find a future doctor.”
The phone almost slips from Harry’s hand, but he catches it and hangs it back on the wall, just in time for his entire world to start crumbling to his feet.
Did he really not spend enough time with y/n?
How long has this been a topic shared between them?
And why hasn’t she said anything before?
Harry stands in the middle of his kitchen, immobilized. He can’t lose her, especially not to something he can fix. She’s been his girl since they were sixteen, there’s too much history between them, or so he thought.
He files through the memories he has of them together, trying to quantify them, trying to see where he started slipping.
Maybe it’s when he took over his dad’s business? But she knew how demanding it would be, and always supported him. Or maybe it’s because they don’t go out as much? Between him managing an appliance store, and her working towards a bachelors, they often opt for nights on the couch watching SNL reruns.
His mind is foggy, and he doesn’t catch his bedroom door creaking open.
“H?”
Harry startles back to present, gripping the counter as y/n emerges from his room wearing nothing but his t-shirt.
“You okay? Look like a deer caught in headlights.”
“Mm, no, fine.”
“I heard you come in a bit ago.” She flicks her eyes over his kitchen, looking for the breakfast he had promised to make almost an hour ago.
“Didn’t want to be too loud.”
“Oh, alright.” She smiles, attempting to diffuse whatever awkward tension has settled in his home. “Well, cook away! I can help too.”
He grabs her wrist before she reaches the fridge. “No, I’ll make it for you. Go back to bed.”
“You sure?”
He nods, forcing a smile.
She peers back over her shoulder twice on her walk back to his room, hoping to figure out what’s going on, but learns nothing.
As soon as his door shuts, Harry flies around his kitchen, grabbing what he needs to make the fastest breakfast in the world.
He’s going to spend every free second he has with her, and doesn’t want to waste any if he doesn’t have to.
***
Harry knows he’s borderline annoying. And he knows his actions are beginning to appear creepy, if not bizarre. He tags along with y/n everywhere she goes now, even at the doctor where he almost followed her back to her exam. She gently placed her hands on his chest and told him that she would rather the doctor do the job, promising she’d be out in no time.
She’s been tiptoeing around him too, not sure what to make of his new routine of gluing himself to her side, hoping it will wear off and things will go back to normal.
But she waits and she waits, and normal never resurfaces.
“H, baby, I can’t concentrate with you so close to me.”
Harry looks offended, slipping his reading glasses off his nose and closing the book he was halfway through, giving her his full attention when he asks what she means.
Y/n peers around the library, not wanting to have this discussion so publicly, but too keyed up to wait any longer. “I’ve just noticed that you’ve...been a little clingy lately? More like a lot.”
“I just wanted to spend more time with you.”
“You’re picking me up, and walking me to my classes—”
“Thought that was nice?”
“You don’t even go to this school. Listen, the sentiment is nice, but I’m starting to feel a little suffocated.”
Harry bites his cheek so hard he draws blood. “And what did Caroline have to say about that?”
“What?”
“I’m sure that nosy friend of yours had a lot to say about me when you brought this up.”
“Excuse me!”
“Quiet, please,” one of the staff members shushes y/n, “Or I’ll have to ask you to leave.”
Y/n ignores the snickers from a table of girls nearby, recoiling her embarrassment and turning it to anger. Her voice, although lowered, now drags out of her mouth in sharp tones. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“I heard everything, that morning Caroline called my phone to talk to you about how crummy of a boyfriend I am.”
That morning, now a month ago, is hardly a memory in y/n’s head. She fights around for details of the conversation, but comes up empty handed. “I still don’t know what you’re talking about, and frankly, I don’t care.” She starts closing all her books and gathering her school work to shove into her bag.
“Where are you going?”
“Home.”
Harry blinks, fumbling for his next question as y/n hurries across the library. He’s quick to catch up with her, waiting until they’re outside where they don’t have to whisper. “Don’t walk, I have my car.”
He reaches for her shoulder but she shrugs it off. “I’m going home. My home, not yours.”
Harry freezes on the sidewalk. She continues on her way until she disappears around the building. A few students yell out at Harry, making fun of the guy who, from a distance, just got rejected. He flips them off and heads to his car, beating the steering wheel all the way back to his apartment.
***
“You’ve been studying an awful lot lately,” y/n’s dad comments from across the dinner table. “Do you have a big test coming up?”
“Hm?”
“You spend the night with Rayna almost every weekend.”
“Oh, uh, yeah. We have a lot of tests.” Y/n spoons a bite of mashed potatoes into her mouth, thankful neither of her parents went to college. It’s allowed for more stretched lies when she sleeps over at Harry’s. “Like a lot. Every week.”
Her mother hums from her seat, nodding to save her spot in the conversation while she finishes chewing. “We told you how hard it would be. But you wouldn’t listen.”
“That’s not—” “Shelly’s daughter just got a job as a receptionist, over at that dental office by the mattress store.” Her dad points at y/n with his fork. “You could ask her if she knows of any other places looking for a girl.”
“I’m not going to have a job where the requirement is girl.”
“You’re taking this too liberally, dear. Oh Lord, John, that school did just what you said.”
“No—”
“That’s what happens, girls go off to try and get a degree...and what for? What are you going to do when you get married and have kids?”
“Kids!?”
Her mom scoffs. “Well you’re not going to be able to raise children and work.”
“Are you two serious right now? It’s 1985, not fifty-five! Women go to college, they work, some of them don’t even get married! Or have kids!”
“When you were little you couldn’t wait to be a mom. Now all of a sudden you’ve changed your mind. That never would have happened if we hadn’t let you go off to that damn school.”
“Yes I’ve changed my mind! If it hadn’t been for that school, I never would have realized that it’s my own mind to change. It’s my own life to do whatever I want with, not yours.”
“Well I am—” Her dad is interrupted by the door bell echoing outside the kitchen. “One minute. We’re not done with this yet.”
Muffled voices stagger from the front door while y/n pushes the food around her plate. She hopes that whoever is at the door keeps her dad busy for a while. She knows her mom won’t have these types of conversations without him, which just showcases the lifestyle she is adamantly trying to avoid. One that was passed down to her parents, but y/n is determined to squeeze herself out of that narrative no matter what.
“Y/n!” her dad calls, “you have a visitor.”
Y/n peers up at her mom, both women exchanging confused glances before they go see who had arrived.
“Oh,” y/n says dully, “It’s you.”
Harry stands with his hands shoved into jacket pockets, peering at each family member before speaking. “Hey, uh, I was hoping we could talk. Privately.”
Y/n nods, and leads the way back through the kitchen to the back porch. She’s not really in the mood to be talking to him, or having this conversation, but right now he’s a free ticket away from her parents, so she accepts.
They sit halfway down the steps, just like they’ve done a thousand times before. Her on the right, him on the left. Usually his arm is thrown over her shoulder, and their knees bump together until Harry pulls her in so close that not even a breeze could fit between them, but now they’re both collected on their respective sides of the wooden step.
“Heard the new Prince song?”
Y/n rolls her eyes. “It’s been a week.”
“Exactly, a lot’s happened in a week. Prince came out with a new song, Michael Jordan’s rookie of the year, and there’s gonna be a Rocky four.”
“Did you come over to talk about everyone else’s good news?”
Harry sighs. “We’ve never gone a week without talking. Ever.”
“Well you really hurt my feelings.” She turns to look at him, tears welling up in her eyes. “I mean, you don’t even trust me, so you listen in on my phone calls—”
“That’s not—no. I picked up when you did.”
“But you still listened.”
“Okay yeah, but only because I heard my name.” He shrugs, a timid smile playing on his lips. “Wanted to hear what you thought about me.”
“I tell you what I think all the time. I’ve never kept my feelings secret from you.”
“It’s different.” He pulls his hands from his pockets and runs them through his hair, tugging on fistfuls of curls out of frustration. “But then when Caroline said all that, ‘bout me not spending enough time with you, it killed me.”
“That’s what this is about,” she sighs, more to herself than to Harry as the memory of that morning resurfaces in her mind. “You dork, what about what I said back?”
“I hung up. Didn’t wanna hear anything else after that.”
“I told her how wrong she was. How we spend lots of time together.”
“You did?”
“Mhm. She’s always bragging about her and Tony, like they’re the first two people to date ever. I totally rubbed our relationship in her face.”
Harry’s surprised by the gleam on his girlfriend’s face, and tries not to laugh. “What else did you tell her?”
“I dunno.” She shrugs, suddenly shy. “Can’t remember.”
“How convenient.” He nudges her knee with his, and she bumps him back.
Y/n exhales, dipping her head back to squint at the stars peeking out from a cloudy night. “My parents are driving me crazy.”
“They always drive you crazy.”
“Yeah but, more than usual. I got spoiled staying with you on the weekends.”
Harry hums, reaching his arm over to pull her into his side. “Maybe it shouldn’t just be weekends…”
“They would know something’s up if I stayed over on weeknights.”
“No, baby, I mean permanently.”
“Like moving in together?”
“Why not?”
She chews on her lip, trying to keep her smile hidden. “I don’t know...that’s a big deal. It’s a big step.”
“We can think about it. No rush.”
“It would be nice. To see each other whenever we wanted.”
Harry tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “Wouldn’t have to ask your parents permission for anything.”
“Yeah…”
“Just me.”
“Hey!”
“I’m kidding, angel.” He kisses her forehead and takes her hand, helping her up.
Y/n’s parents are in the living room when the two are back in the house, and just the thought of continuing her evening here lights a fire under y/n.
“I’m going over to Harry’s,” she announces.
Harry drops her hand, just as surprised as her parents.
“Excuse me?” Her father turns the t.v. off and straightens in his chair. “I don’t think so.”
“Well I think so,” y/n defends. “Come on, Harry.” She takes his hand and tugs him towards the door.
“Harry!” Her mother protests.
He looks over his shoulder just as he’s being led out the door. “Oh, you can call me Rayna.”
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murdertoothpick · 4 years ago
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a warm dance for tender souls
Echo x gn!Reader; no warnings just fluff! | w/c: 874
501 follower prompt list - [60] 'i love you now like i loved you then' | life is a highway by rascal flatts
A/N: I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED THE ASK FOR THIS BUT uhh hehe for the anon that requested this prompt with our love echo <3
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'What are you doing?'
Echo visibly freezes, arms stilling before he's slowly turning his body around to face you. 'Uhhh...nothing,' he answers unconvincingly, shifting his upper body to his right, obscuring whatever it was you had caught him tinkering with.
You unfold your arms, pushing yourself off the doorframe you had been leaning on for the past few seconds. You raise your brow in question, and your lips turn upwards at his cute state of fluster.
'C'monnnn,' you plead, giving him your best attempt at puppy-dog eyes and clasping your hands together in a beg.
Echo huffs, and then he's shaking his head in a light laugh at how easily he succumbs to you—not that he'd ever try to fight it. You love it, and he loves you for making him feel this way. He picks up the unknown object from the table and holds it out to you, awaiting your reaction.
'Echo...' you trail off, admiring what looks to be an old radio in his hand, retrofitted with new parts and the circuit box open to expose the electrical wiring—telltale signs of Echo's handiwork, and providing an explanation as to why you hadn't seen him in close to two hours.
'The disc player still needs to be restored, but I managed to fix the receiver,' he explains, gesturing to the components of the device with his scomp link. He's about to continue, but when he looks up and sees the smile on your face with your eyes on the device, he opts to just admire you.
He was hoping for a reaction like this.
'Have you tested it out yet?'
Of course he has. He wouldn't have known that the receiver was working if he hadn't tested it. But he swallows down that answer. He figures, hey, you don't have to know that. You do, but you hope that he sees the conversation heading the same way you do. He doesn't know it, but he does.
He shakes his head, holding the radio closer to you. 'Do you want to do the honours?'
You grin, responding by placing your fingers at the top of the radio, flicking the switch and then turning the dial to choose a station. Echo waits patiently as you rotate through the few stations he had managed to connect to: a holocast of interview reruns, a gossip channel, white noise and static...and then you settle on a station mid-song.
Your hand remains on top of the radio with his underneath it. You tune into the soft music, giving him a matching smile the same time an idea comes to his mind.
'Dance with me?'
Your smile grows wider. 'Of course.'
He retracts the hand holding the radio, placing the device gently down on the table behind him before his attention returns to you. You take his arms in your hands, pulling him into the small, but open space between the door and the workspace. You guide his arms to settle on either side of your waist, and then you're stepping closer to thread your fingers together behind his neck.
'Hey,' he smiles once you've found a rhythm to the song playing.
'Hey,' you breathe. After a beat, 'Close your eyes, please.'
He furrows his brows in a silent, why?
'Let's close our eyes, sway to the music,' you insist, and he reluctantly agrees by fulfilling your request.
You follow suit, deciding to hum along to the radio's tune after moments of having your eyes closed. He doesn't say anything, just simply listens. You're okay with that, his presence brings you a fondness too pure for words.
You take a peak at him, only for your face to react in betrayal once you see he's already looking at you.
'Hey! You opened your eyes,' you playfully berate him.
He laughs, quickly retorting, 'You did too!'
'It's not my fault I wanted a peak!'
'It's not my fault you look beautiful,' he argues, complete and profound adoration in his expression as he holds your gaze, 'more so than when I first fell in love with you.'
Your cheeks begin to warm, and it takes a lot for you to avoid turning your head away in embarrassment.
Instead, you respond with the same sentiment. 'So do you, handsome.' Your eyes twinkle with amusement at his reaction.
Echo mockingly rolls his eyes, but he can't help the smile that graces his face and surrounds his soft eyes when you laugh at him.
'Hey! I mean it,' you poke, and then you steady your breath to resume a straight face, or at least one that communicates the weight of your words. 'I love you now like I loved you then.' And then there's a beat of silent consideration as you make a show of thinking over your words, 'maybe more.'
Echo laughs, tugging you a few inches closer to him as you continue moving slowly to the music. 'I know,' he reassures, pressing his forehead to yours. Something sparks inside you, a warmth you've come to associate with him, and the feel of his breath on your face is welcoming. You don't pull away even as the song stops, and definitely not when a new one begins playing. 'I know,' he repeats.
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cheelduh · 4 years ago
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How to get your crush to walk you to the nurse’s office (Highschool AU)
This is part 3, but it can be read alone!
Pairing: Childe x fem!reader
Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of a monster schlong, and unedited.
Parts: 1 2
Synopsis: Childe offers Lisa a shady deal to yet again sit next to you. However, all his efforts are in vain after he makes a complete fool out of himself by tripping over literally nothing because of a stupid cold. Maybe getting a cold isn’t so bad if he gets to be escorted to the nurse’s office by none other than yourself.
Note: Pure unedited crack luvs. Can’t wait for Childe rerun tmr I hope I get the ginger and the emo nun! 🥲💖
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The eyes on you are suffocating, to say the least, enough for you to consider peeling a layer of your own skin off just to breathe. Every now and then, you get a teasing glance from a classmate, and you're sure you'll be an entire puddle of guts on your desk before home room even gets a chance to begin.
There's no doubt it's Signora that spread the news of your date yesterday as a means to some sick revenge. Knowing this was going to happen, you packed some salt in your backpack to cancel out all her evil. Now all you need is a chance to knuckle ball it in her face.
Fingers crossed, you pray to the archons that Childe didn't slip anything about your...brick slip yesterday. It's a good thing you weren't in a school uniform yesterday because that would've been the end of your high school life right there.
Thinking back to it, you collapse into your open hands. How could you have beaten a bunch up losers up...risking your flawless reputation for a sadistic ginger with an affinity for chaos? And worst of all, why did you care about them shit talking him in the first place?
"You okay dear? Something you want to tell me?" Lisa feigns concern, already knowing why.
With a sigh, you blink an eye open through the gap in your fingers. "Doing just fine."
"Oh it couldn't have been that bad." Her eyes shine in mischief. "I bet Childe was a real gentleman."
"He sure was." Kaeya pipes up from the back, leaning in to show you the image on his phone. It's a picture Childe took of you absolutely oblitering an ice cream cone.
You groan and slump deeper into your chair from embarrassment as Kaeya and Lisa engage in chatter, mostly revolving around your date.
Ignoring them completely, you start to ponder about Childe. Where is he? You were sure he'd be here bright and early to reminisce on your eventful date yesterday, which mostly consisted of a competition of who could win the most stall games at a local festival.
Maybe he'd even tease you about the Monoceros Caeli keychain attached to your phone. The very one he'd won for you, and the reason that started the competition in the first place.
Your cheeks warm when you fidget with said keychain, and you can't tell if the fast pace of your heart is because you're nervous to see him or because of the biology quiz you have second period.
So wrapped up in all these foreign emotions, you fail to notice the shadow that looms over you, a glittery finger guard tapping at your desk.
The student council President, Ningguang, plops down a stack of budget files on your desk during homeroom. She's gives you a light smile, and you know what's coming when you meet her alluring gaze.
"Be a dear Y/N," Ningguang smiles, tight lipped, all pretty with her hair pinned back to crown her face. "Even with all hands on deck, i'm afraid the student council's efforts will not come to ripeness concerning all of this paperwork."
This isn't the first time you've done her a favour by becoming the president's personal accountant, and it definitely isn't going to be the last.
Ningguang is powerful, with wit like no other, and you want to be able to call in a chit when the time comes.
"Of course," You reply with a smile that rivals her own. "I'll have them done by the end of the day."
"Excellent. I knew I could count on you, Y/N." She departs elegantly, probably opting to sit next to Beidou and bicker.
You're halfway on the third sheet for total income, a minute before class starts, when you're interrupted. Childe stumbles through the door quite noisily, a shitstain of a grin plastered on his face that is directed at you.
You sigh and shake your head as he approaches you. Thankfully the seat next to you is occupied by—
Shit! Where's Lisa?
Across the classroom, Lisa gives you a thumbs up with a bar of vending machine chocolate in her hand. You should've known she'd betray you yet again.
Childe slides in smoothly after bumping fists with Kaeya, and he falls short of containing his giddy nature.
"Hi Y/N." There's something weird about him today, because you're sure you haven't seen his cheeks so flushed ever. His eyes land on your phone, which is splayed on the desk, and the keychain widens his grin.
You snatch your phone and hide it in the middles of your thighs, but the damage is already done. The urge to shrink against the wall has never been as strong as it is in this moment.
"Hi." It's a miracle you haven't combusted on the spot. Is it usually this awkward? Everything went so fine yesterday, so why can't you ease into it today?
He takes that as a go ahead and instantly reaches for your hand on the table, but you retract at the speed of light.
"Don't even think about it." You're ready to connect the tip of your trainers to his bleached asshole, nose crinkled at his behaviour.
Kaeya whistles lowly, leaning forward for the HD show that is your life.
Childe's smile is sheepish as he's scratching the back of his head. "So we're not on that stage yet huh? I seriously thought you had a change of heart after you beat up those high schoolers for m—"
You muffle his statement with a hand on his mouth, and send a pointed glare to Kaeya. "You didn't hear shit."
The Captain of the skating team nods innocently, and salutes. "Yes boss."
Returning your gaze to Childe, who looks like he's having the time of his life with your small hand on his mouth, you narrow your eyes. "Stop trying to spread rumours."
He can only hum in reply, but you feel a weird pressure on your palm and—
The smug asshole kisses your palm.
You pull back your hand and wipe at your pants, full of disbelief. "Did you just??? Did you just? Kiss my hand???" Mouth twisted, you have no idea what to think.
Childe's throws his head back, and his laugh rings in your ears. You hate yourself for wavering slightly at the sound before smacking his arm. His laughs turn into coughs, probably because he may have swallowed his saliva down the wrong pipe. Charming.
Where the fuck is Zhongli? It's already been five minutes too long into homeroom.
Rolling your eyes, you opt to continue and scribble down budget numbers and add sums up or whatever you were doing earlier after Childe pipes down, choosing to admire you quietly by leaning his weight on one arm. It's enough to make you squirm, face flushed.
"Can you not?" Clicking your tongue in disapproval, you don't look up as you speak.
"If you give me a kiss, then maybe." Childe's cheeky, ridiculously so, and he points a finger at his cheek.
"I don't negotiate with terrorists." You deadpan, fingers itching to choke something or rather...someone.
Childe pouts, and then his eyes close for a second, almost as if he's exhausted when he gives you a sort of smile. With how he's leaning in so close, you can easily spot the swelling in his eyes and the paleness of his face.
For the first time today, there's no bite in your tone when you ask with a slightly raised brow. "Are you okay Childe?"
"Yeah!" He's quick to answer ecstatically, snapping out of his tired haze by straightening himself up. "Better more than ever now that I've seen you, girlie."
You blush madly, the compliment enough for you to drop your pen on the ground. It rolls over beyond your reach.
"I'll get that." Childe jumps out of his chair and you're unable to stop him as he goes to go fetch your pen like the chivalrous idiot he is. There's a slight pause in his movement, his body taking longer to process the messages his brain is sending.
He recovers from the muddle in his cognition by shaking his head, and casually goes to pick up the pen, then ends the move by falling over backwards in unconsciousness.
"Childe!" You lunge for him, managing to catch him a second prior to his ass hitting the floor with the help of Kaeya, who somehow looks like he's expected this outcome from the very start.
The entire classroom clamps up and turns to look for the root of all the commotion.
"Don't just sit there and watch!" You hiss angrily, waving them off. "Someone get Zhongli!"
Aether doesn't need to be told twice as Venti and him race down the hall together. Venti probably just to use this opportunity of sudden chaos to skip homeroom.
"Looks like a fever." The Captain accesses the situation as a small crowd forms around you two. "There's no way he didn't feel it in the morning."
"The absolute idiot." You groan at his words. "Of course he'd try to have a pissing match with a cold."
"I'm still here you know." Childe slurs, leaning into you for warmth, chest rising and falling softly. "Just a...a little sleepy. Am I dreaming angel?"
You roll your eyes, but don't make any moves to lean away from his touch. "Anyone got a water bottle?" Curling your hands around his shoulder, you shift your gaze towards the crowd.
Somebody passes you an emerald green water bottle with dandelion charms that clink against the hard plastic handle from a nearby desk. It screams stupid, but you don't have time to judge the owner.
Opening it up hastily, you're about to let Childe take a sip until it's snatched away from you at the speed of light.
"Hey what gives!" You call out to Kaeya, who inspects the bottle closely with his one eye. He then nods in affirmation as if his suspicions are confirmed.
"I wouldn't recommend it." Is all he says when he motions for you to take a whiff, which you do so reluctantly, eyes closed.
The scent hits you all it once. It's watered down vodka, except without the watering down. Tears form from the intensity.
"The goddamn bard." You choke out, and it earns you a drained chuckle from the ginger that has his head situated on your forearm.
He has half the mind to nuzzle in further, but the position is convenient enough for you to crush his skull if you wish to do so. So he refrains, albeit reluctantly.
Zhongli manages to make it in less than two minutes, sipping on a cup of steaming tea as he breaks apart the crowd to crouch down. "Is everything alright? I came as soon as I could after I made this tea. I assumed it was just another prank."
Everyone in the room shakes their head incredulously.
"Unfortunately it isn't a prank. Childe fainted briefly." You tell him politely despite the urgency, since you're whipped for all your teachers.
"I didn't faint!" Childe groans, exasperated. "Got a little dizzy s'all."
"Yeah," Kaeya cuts in to summarize the situation. "I'll be happy to take him to the nurses office with Y/N—"
Zhongli clears his throat. "You won't be going anywhere Mr.Alberich. I'm sure you have five overdue assignments in my class. Y/N here can walk him just fine." He then attempts to wink at Childe secretly like the wingman he is, but everyone in the classroom and their grandma notices.
The facepalm you do is not enough to render you brain dead.
Pinching the bridge of your nose, you sigh for the nth time today, and it's only eight thirty in the morning. "No worries, Lisa can help—"
"Sorry cutie. I'm manifesting for the biology quiz." Lisa deflects, lighting three candles on her desk unceremoniously with her eyes closed.
You don't understand why no one has confiscated her box of matches yet. This entire school is a law suit waiting to happen.
You succumb to the team effort everyone is trying so hard to display. "I guess I can go." The hall pass is already written, signed, and neatly folded into the chest pocket of your uniform. "How did you even..."
You don't even get a chance to finish before both you and Childe are whisked away to the outside of the classroom, the door shutting behind you with a slam. Your ears perk up at the sound of a lock clicking in place.
"Looks like you're stuck with me." The smug bastard still has the audacity to beam even when he's pale in the face. "Might have to hold my arm. If I fall and crack my skull—that wouldn't look too good on your record." He makes grabby hands, like a toddler.
The smile you give is unnerving, and with the speed of a snail, you manage to loop in your arm with Childe's. "Another word and let's move on to how your hospital record is going to have more than just a cracked skull."
"If you'd nurse me back to health, it'll all be worth it." The quip he sends without a beat lacks its usual goof, but it does manage to get some sort of reaction out of you.
"Whatever. Let's just get this over with."
Childe's busy thumbing at his phone while you pace at the foot of the bed, arms crossed with a frown etched on your features. You hope you don't look too worried, don't want to give him the wrong idea.
"Can we just get this over with?" He wails uncharacteristically from his spot on the white sheeted bed after ruling out everything he wanted to do on his phone. His hair is tousled more than usual, as a by-product of his constant restlessness.
"Shut up." You answer monotonously, arms crossed as you lean against the wall. "Let her finish her tiktok."
Barbara—the daughter of the school nurse, has her phone on the window, lip syncing and dancing to some music on beat as she films a tiktok with the utmost of important.
It's concerning that her father isn't here to tend to your needs, but apparently he's in the middle of a meeting with principle Varka. Said meeting had been going on for the past few months, but this school is devoid of logic anyways so nobody really questions anything.
"I'm literally dying here."
"Archons you're such a baby," Shaking your head, you approach his bed with a newfound annoyance. "Barbara has to create a tiktok at least once every twenty four hours or her fan club goes feral and..."
"Tries to jump off the roof as the ultimate sacrifice to her majesty." Childe sighs, and for the first time you sense his irritation. "Got it."
Just in time, Barbara finishes her cute little dance and comes over to where Childe is laying.
Childe doesn't miss the way your scowl has dissipated, and you give Barbara your undivided attention, hearts in your eyes from all the adoration. He has half the mind to call you out on it, no doubt a little jealous over how the young highschool idol can get you to show more emotion than him.
"I'm so sorry! I started those tiktoks out of mild interest but now I have an obligation to my fans." The younger apologizes profusely, getting to work almost immediately.
"No worries." Childe starts, staying still as the blonde examines him. "I'm sure it's nothing too serious. Y/N here is being dramatic, she probably just wants to spend some alone time with me."
You inhale sharply, turn to Barbara, and ask. "If I jumped out of the window right now from this floor, would it be a quick and easy death?"
The younger girl's eyes widen, and Childe stifles his snort.
"Kidding." You raise your hands up to cease her worries, and then motion towards him. "Common cold?"
"Yes," Barbara moves on and writes down something on a slip. "We'll just keep him here until his parents can pick him up."
"My parents can't pick me up." He asserts in a casual tone. "Don't call them."
"We still have to call them. If they don't come, you're to stay in this bed all day." She hands you the note, which is a viable excuse for all the classes he'll miss today. "Give this to his homeroom teacher. You'd also better get to class, your hall pass is about to expire."
"Hold up." You remark, barely paying attention to the note that you've shoved down your pocket. "I'm not leaving him here alone." There's no room for argument, your decision is firmly stated.
Childe hypes you up in his weakened state, disoriented. "You tell em girlie."
"He won't be alone." Barbara flashes you a reassuring smile. "I'll be monitoring him until his parents get here."
"No, no, you don't understand." You argue, inquiring all the doubts you have. "He's gonna try to pull some shit and I'll have to be here to stop him."
"Ease up babe." Childe tries to calm you down, despite the giddiness in his chest at the realization that you want to take care of him.
His subconscious begs him to let you stay, to let himself be doted and cared for the way he's always wanted you to, but he knows he can't let you skip class. Not when you've worked so hard and come so far. "I'll be okay for a few. You can go back to class and then visit me during break."
You bite your lips, head jumbled with all the different possibilities of how shit can hit the fan. "I can't! What if Signora shows up? She'll poison you in this weakened state to get back at me for trying to exorcise her." The hesitation in your features gives away everything.
Childe's eye twitches at the thought of Signora out of all people getting the best out of him, and also the absolute audacity you have to be calling him weak. Clearly all his efforts towards the little shows of dominance (e.g. Shoving Pallad against a locker, spraying a hefty amount of cologne on, being an asshole in general, etc.) have not bore fruit.
"You tried to exorcise her?" Barbara gasps, momentarily reminding the two of you that she's still present.
"Her evil has no bounds." Your expression is hard to read, dead serious. "I do not regret my attempt at cancelling Satan's hell spawn."
Childe himself has been cancelled hundreds of times over the span of highschool because of all his problematic traits (e.g calling Venti a twink) and it is not a pleasant experience.
Though it does give him a sense of comfort, knowing that arrogant bitch Signora is finally getting what's coming to her, even if she is one of his friends.
Serves her right for trying to Pavlov her stupid Chihuahua into biting the closest human being just by the snap of her manicured finger. As if it's persistent yapping and tendency to run in front of cars isn't enough torture to deal with on a daily basis.
Childe's yanked out of his thoughts rather forcefully at the sound of the door opening abruptly, the handle crashing into the wall, shocking Barbara's attempts to reassure you.
He knows who it is because of his top tier gaydar, dreading what's to come.
Scaramouche is a morose son of a bitch with a mean streak that hasn't been broken since he was an itty bitty shit in the fourth grade.
"I can't believe you let yourself get sick!" The navy haired boy exclaims in disbelief, doubling over with tears, clapping his hands to add on some extra effects. "Natural selection finally decided to stop pussy footing around your primate-looking ass."
You press your lips together. "Isn't he supposed to be your best friend?"
Scaramouche sputters violently, using the wall as leverage to hold himself up. "You told her I'm your best friend? Oh fuck. Oh this is good. What else did you tell her huh? That you have a monster cock?"
"First of all, you make me reconsider my opinion on the death penalty, dickhead."
Barbara is mortified. Childe continues on anyways.
"—and I do have a monster cock. But why are you so interested in my monster cock huh?"
Scaramouche scrunches his face up in disgust, amusement nothing but a distant memory. "You don't have a monster cock you plebe."
Childe has an awfully scandalized expression on his face, but smoothly enough it transitions into an unsettling grin that you're all too familiar with. "You didn't deny not being interested in my monster cock though."
It's your turn to be mortified, shaking your head at the banter that goes on back and forth.
"How did you even know he was in here? We aren't even in the same class."
Scaramouche raises a brow as if you're some sort of toddler that's babbling out a mixture of Cheerios and spit, maybe a few digested strawberries here and there. He waves his phone in front of you, "posted it on his story."
"What the—give me that!" You snatch his phone right up, staring at the screen in bewilderment.
There's a video of you doing trick shots with your tech deck on the ledge of a nearby window with a pressed expression while waiting for Barbara to finish up, captioned with: "In the nurses office rn pray for me 🙏, there's this cute girl in front of me should I ask her out?"
You check the poll and ninety five percent say yes. Scaramouche voted no. You have mixed feelings.
Shaking your head, you give Childe, who's unable to sit still, a look of pure exasperation.
Scaramouche claws his phone back from you rather harshly, the bells on his hat jingling, making it hard for you to take him seriously when he sneers your way.
"You should be thankful you're the lover of my comrade." He shivers slightly at the word comrade. "or I would have obliterated you on the spot for that little stunt."
Childe doesn't even pretend to look fazed at the older's threat when he says  "as if I'd allow a kumquat headass like you to touch my girl."
You and Barbara hastily jump in to stop the bloodbath that is seconds from happening. "No!"
Luckily, no limbs are teared apart.
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