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A Shoulder to Lean On [Preath x Daughter!Reader]

requested by anon: More preath with daughter!reader? Something a little angsty where the reader came from a toxic home and can’t communicate her feelings very well with them and they’re worried about her a lot. And she finally feels safe enough to tell them she’s not been doing well mentally and they comfort her.

A/N: hope everyone had a happy holidays and a happy new year!! after a much much needed break, here’s some writing! lol it’s pretty long but i hope y’all enjoy it :)

warnings: mention and brief description of abuse, mention of bullying, slight swearing

“You ready, kiddo?” Tobin asks, as she rolls her suitcase to the front door of the apartment.

“Mhmm,” you hum. “I still don’t see why I have to go with you guys. I’m old enough to stay at home alone, and I’ve done it before.”

“You know why.” Christen gives you a stern glare, reminding you of the exact reason, as you roll your eyes.

A couple days ago, you had gotten into a fight at school. One of the guys in your class had been picking on you, calling you names, hitting you, and asking why your moms would adopt anyone like you, not that you’d told Tobin or Christen any of this.

Ever since you had been adopted about two years ago, when you were 15, you hadn’t been the best at openly communicating with your moms, especially about your feelings. Your previous home life wasn’t the best, as your biological parents would verbally, and sometimes even, physically abuse you.

After going through that whole ordeal and then jumping around in foster care, you weren’t used to expressing your emotions nor were you used to having people, like Tobin and Christen, who actually cared for you.

So when the two soccer players took you in and adopted you, it was certainly an adjustment for you. You found yourself often bottling everything up and then lashing out, usually taking form in a yelling match between you and your moms.

Both Tobin and Christen, but particularly the curly-haired forward, were worried about you. They knew you hadn’t ever actually had the chance to process the traumatic events of your childhood, and your coping mechanism of keeping it all to yourself was not healthy. However, every time they tried to talk to you, you would brush them off.

Though, their worried had been heightened a couple of days ago, when they’d found out you’d resorted to physical violence, punching a boy in the face. But they couldn’t let your actions go unpunished, hence why you were traveling with them to Cincinnati for the USWNT’s SheBelieves Cup training camp and matches.

“Whatever,” you mutter under your breath.

“Come on, this is hardly a punishment.” Christen squeezes your shoulder, decidedly ignoring your comment, and picks up her bag, motioning for you to do the same. “In fact, I’m sure you’ll enjoy yourself.”

“I doubt it.” You grab your duffel, as the three of you make your way downstairs.

“Emily and Lindsey will be there,” Tobin offers, knowing that might cheer you up. Living in Portland, you spent a lot of time with the two blonde women and formed a sisterly relationship with them.

You shrug, trying to hide the excitement bubbling within you.

“Come on you two,” Christen calls over her shoulder, as she packs the suitcases into the trunk of the Uber.

“Just try and tone down the attitude, for your mom’s sake, okay kiddo?” Tobin suggests, patting your shoulder. You roll your eyes but nod in agreement.

“Let’s just get this over with,” you huff quietly to yourself, sliding into the backseat, as the three of you make your way to the airport.

——————

As you walk into the lobby of the hotel, trailing behind your moms, you hear someone call your name.

“(Y/N)!” Emily runs across the room and hops on your bag, Lindsey following close behind.

You wince, as the two older women crash into you and squish your body.

“You’re here at camp!” Lindsey claps your shoulder. “We’re gonna have so much fun.”

“Yeah.” You shrug. “I’m gonna head up to my room.”

You give them a small smile, wiggling out of their hold, and approach your moms.

“Could I have a key to the room please?”

“Here you go.” Christen pulls out the card from her coat pocket, placing it in your hand. “We’re having team dinner at 6, so be down by then.”

You nod and head down the hall to the elevators.

—————

A couple hours later, after you’d unpacked, showered, and scrolled through your phone, you walked into the large conference room, where the team dinner was set up.

Knowing the routine by now, you grabbed a plate and began to serve yourself some food. Scanning the room, you decide to take a seat next to Sonny and across from Lindsey, your moms only a few seats down.

As you begin to take a bite of salad, you feel Emily nudge your elbow. “So was what you did so bad that your parents had to force you to come to camp?” The defender shovels a mouth full of food, looking at you expectantly.

You furrow your brow. “Huh?”

“Well,” Lindsey chimes in. “You rarely ever come to national camp anymore, and when you do it’s usually a punishment of some sort because you look miserable.”

“Fair.” You nod, taking another bite.

“Well, you gonna spill the beans?” Mal asks, joining the conversation.

“Just stuff at school.” You shrug, as the youngsters around you exchange glances.

“What happened at school?” Rose raises her eyebrows.

“Nothing,” you mumble, ducking you head. “I don’t really wanna talk about it.”

Ignoring you, Sonnett keeps pushing. “Did you not do your homework? Get a bad grade on a test? Ooooo did you get into a fight?” The defender leans forward on the edge of her seat, poking your arm, as the rest of the younger players pause their meal, eagerly awaiting your answer.

You feel yourself getting increasingly agitated, and you clench your hand around your fork.

“Emily!” Tobin calls out from across the table. “Stop being so nosy and cut it—”

“I said I didn’t wanna talk about it!” You yell, as you slam your fist down onto the table, causing the plates and silverware to clatter. The entire room goes silent, everybody turning to look at you to see what’ll happen next.

“(Y/N) (Y/M/N) Press-Heath!” Christen scolds, giving you a glare, nodding her head to the door. “Outside, now.”

You drop your utensils and push your chair away from the table, following your mom out of the room.

Once the two of you are alone out in the hallway, the silence becomes unbearable. Feeling ashamed and embarrassed, you hang your head and avoid eye contact with Christen.

“(Y/N), what happened in there?” Anger evident was evident in the forward’s voice, but she remained calm.

You shrug your shoulders, putting your hands in your hoodie pocket.

Frustrated by your behavior, Christen sighs, “That behavior is absolutely unacceptable, and you know that, (Y/N/N). You want to tell me what’s going on?”

“It’s nothing, mom,” you murmur, intensely staring at the plain pattern on the hotel carpet.

“Look at me, honey.” Christen gently lifts your chin with her finger, her eyes softening. “Talk to me.”

You lock eyes with your mom and feel guilt pulling at your heart. You knew that your parents wanted what was best for you and that they actually cared for you, unlike your biological ones, but after what you’d been through, you couldn’t bring yourself to open up very easily.

“I’m just tired,” you easily lie, your eyes fleeting from Christen’s green orbs.

“Okay,” your mom sighs in defeat. “Well in that case, go upstairs and get some rest.”

You give her a small smile and turn to make your way towards the elevators. Before you could get too far, Christen calls after you, “And don’t come back down until you’ve lost the attitude!”

Looking back at her, you throw up a thumbs up, before pushing the up button. After a quick elevator ride up to the third floor, you unlock the hotel room you shared with your moms. Glancing over at your backpack leaning against the desk, you know you should probably start your homework and study for your biology test, but the bed calls to you, and before you know it, you’re fast asleep under the covers, sleep taking over.

—————

The next morning, you wake up in a bed all by yourself. Looking over at the opposite bed, you notice it’s empty, your moms already up. You glance at the clock. 8:17 am. Rolling over to grab your phone of the nightstand, you check your text messages and see one from the group chat with your moms.

Ma 🤙:

Morning kiddo. Breakfast starts at 8 but we didn’t wanna wake you. Hope you slept well. Please be down before 9. Love u

You simply give the text a thumbs up, before sliding out of bed and making your way to the bathroom for a shower.

Once the water is to the temperature of your liking, you step under the hot water, steam filling the bathroom. You were honestly grateful your moms had already gone down to breakfast, as it left you alone to shower in peace.

When you were back at your old home, the shower was the only place you could escape. You would use it as a place of refuge, where the water would drown out all the noise of your parents’ yelling and screaming, numb the pain of your cuts and bruises, and leave you to empty your mind.

Closing your eyes, you let the water hit your face and drip down your body. You try to feel every single drop when it hits and as it falls, grounding yourself in the present.

After a few minutes, you pull your head out from under the water, wipe your eyes, and get on with cleaning yourself.

Once you’ve finished showering and getting dressed, you make your way down to breakfast. You grab a banana and a yogurt before sitting down across from your moms.

“Good morning, sweetie,” Christen coos. “How’d you sleep?”

“Good,” you respond, as you peel your banana.

“You feeling better?” Tobin subtly asks, raising her eyebrow at you.

You nod, your mouth too full to voice a response.

The two women exchange a worried glance, causing you to roll your eyes. “Moms, I’m fine.”

“Alright, kiddo,” Tobin sighs. “Just know if you ever need to talk about anything, we’re here for you.”

“Thanks,” you mumble, giving her a small smile.

“Well,” Christen starts, as she begins to clear her plate. “We have to leave for training in about ten minutes, so you either have two options: you can either come to the field with us and watch training or you can stay at the hotel and do your homework and study for that test coming up.”

You grimace at your options, not really like either of them. Before you can formulate your decision, your mom interjects, “And yes, you would actually have to do homework. Phil agreed to stay back with you of that’s what you choose.”

“Like a babysitter?” You scoff.

“No,” Christen calmly states. “Just someone to make sure you’re actually doing your work. And Phil does have an MD, so he’d probably be able to help you with your biology.”

“I think I’d rather come watch your training,” you decide, wanting to see your moms play, also having some interest in the sport of soccer.

“Awesome!” Tobin grins at you. The forward had been trying to warm you up to the idea of playing soccer, obviously not pushing anything onto you, but she couldn’t be faulted for trying.

“Okay.” Christen nods, putting a hand on her girlfriend’s arm to calm her down. “That means you will have to study and finish your work later.” She gives you a stern look, daring you to protest.

You nod, taking one last bite of your strawberry yogurt and putting the banana peel in the plastic cup.

“Okie dokie. It’s time to go. Let’s get moving.” Tobin slaps the table, getting up from her seat.

After quickly cleaning up breakfast, you follow your moms, along with the rest of the team, onto the bus. Looking down the aisle, you try to find an open seat, knowing your moms sit together.

“(Y/N)!” Emily shouts, waving to you from the back of the bus. “Come sit with us.”

You make your way towards where all the youngsters sat and see that Emily and Lindsey have squished together, making room for you on the aisle seat.

As you plop down, Sonnett rests her hand on your shoulder. “(Y/N), I’m sorry about yesterday. I shouldn’t have been so nosy. It won’t happen again.”

“Thanks, Em.” You nod, a small smile on your face. “And I’m sorry for snapping and yelling like I did.”

“It’s no problem, (Y/N/N).” Emily grins, ruffling your hair, as she goes back to being her goofy self.

For the rest of the bus ride, you watch and listen to the youngsters antics, ranging from Sam’s terrible puns to Mal’s mediocre rapping. To your surprise, you find yourself having a decent time, glad to be spending time with people somewhat close to your age.

—————

After getting off the bus and arriving to the field, the team slips on their gear and starts warming up. You find a seat on the bench, bundling up in your mom’s puffy jacket.

About an hour and a half later, Vlatko blows his whistle, signaling the official end of practice, but a bunch of the players remain on the field, either getting in some last minute shots or playing a fun game of 1v1 or 2v2.

“Hey, (Y/N/N)!” Lindsey yells from across the field, where her Emily and Mal are playing keep away. “Come join us.”

You glance over to your moms, silently asking for approval, to which they both give you a thumbs up and large grins, encouraging you to go play.

Getting up from the bench, you jog over to the group of younger players.

“So it’s gonna be me and you versus Sonny and Mal. Sound good?” The blonde midfielder asks you, passing the ball to your feet.

All you can do is nod, before Emily is quickly pressuring you, almost stealing the ball. Trying to remember a move you’ve seen Tobin do a million times before, you roll the ball out in front of you, baiting the blonde defender, and then quickly slip it through Sonnett’s legs, passing it to Lindsey.

“Wooooo!” Tobin cheers from behind you. “Nice move, kiddo!”

“You taught her well, babe,” Christen gushes to her girlfriend, bumping their shoulders.

For a second, all Emily can do is stand in disbelief. “I can’t believe you just megged me, (Y/N/N). How could you do that to me?” She gasps, feigning offense, as she puts her hand on her chest.

Rolling your eyes, you playfully shove the older woman. “Don’t be so dramatic, Sonny.”

As the four of you continue your game of keep away, you can’t help but love the way the ball feels at your feet and the way you have complete control over it. The control and freedom of the game feels nice, practically foreign.

Lindsey makes a pass to you, splitting the two defenders. Once you receive the ball, Emily is, once again, quickly on your back, but this time, as you hold the ball away from her, shielding it with your body, she can’t control her momentum and crashes into you.

You fall to the ground with a huff, feeling the wind knocked out of you, as you’re not really used to the physicality of soccer. Rolling over so you can sit up, you grimace. “Ouch.”

“Oh, come on, (Y/N/N),” Emily chuckles, as she moves to stand over you, holding out her arm to help you up. “That tackle wasn’t that hard, probably didn’t even hurt at all. Don’t be such a baby.”

The words ring in your head, triggering old memories of the man who called himself your father. ‘Don’t be such a baby,’ he’d say whenever you whined about something, even though that was to be expected of a five year old. ‘Don’t be such a baby,’ he’d say as he slapped or kicked you. ‘Don’t be such a baby,” he’d say when you told him about the bullies at school. ‘Don’t be such a baby,’ he’d say, and so you didn’t, at least you tried.

As you ground yourself back in the present moment, you to catch your breath, as you gasp for air. The rage ultimately consumes you, as your blinded by the pent up anger and resentment you held towards your father.

You abruptly push yourself up off the ground and get in Emily’s face. “Don’t talk to me like that!” You grit between your teeth.

“Woah, (Y/N).” Emily backs away from you, holding her hands up in innocence. “Calm down.”

“Don’t tell me to calm down!” You yell, pushing the other woman’s shoulders, causing her to stumble backwards.

“Alright, (Y/N/N).” Lindsey quickly moves in between the two of you. “You’re okay.” She tries to calm you down, but to no avail.

Tobin and Christen, hearing the commotion and your yelling, run over to you and gently but firmly grab you, pulling you away from the blonde defender.

“Come on, (Y/N),” Christen scolds. “We’re going back to the hotel. Now.”

The three of you make your way towards one of the team vans, your moms deciding it would be better than to ride back on the bus with the rest of the team.

During the ride back to the hotel, a tense silence hung in the air. You still hadn’t cooled off, your fists clenched and your knees bouncing. Though your mom was upset by your behavior, she couldn’t help but worry, stealing glances at you in the rear view mirror.

The elevator ride is much more of the same, no one daring to speak until you’re in the privacy of the hotel room. Even as you enter the room and take a seat on your bed across from your parents, you’re still silent, waiting for your moms to yell at you.

Tobin waits, her eyes darting between her daughter and her girlfriend, as she knows Christen is usually the disciplinary out of the two of them. Christen, herself, is choosing her words wisely, not wanting her frustration to boil over.

“(Y/N),” your mom begins her scolding. “That behavior is absolutely unacceptable! It’s one thing to be getting into fights at school, but here, at our workplace and with our teammates, that won’t be tolerated.”

You hang your head, as you fidget with your fingers, feeling ashamed and embarrassed.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you, sweetie,” Christen gently directs. Lifting your head, you meet the looks of both your moms, and you can’t stop the guilt from bubbling in your chest.

“I’m sorry, moms,” you whisper. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you, or disappoint you.”

“Thank you for your apology.” Your moms move to seat on either side of you.

“We forgive you, kiddo.” Tobin says, taking your hand in hers. “But we’re worried about you. And until you talk to us and tell us what’s going on, we can’t help you and that’s all we want to do.”

You slightly shake your head in disbelief. “Why?”

“What?” Your ma furrows her brows, confused.

“Why do you wanna help me?” You say a little louder, getting frustrated by the thoughts in your own head. After having to fend for yourself for so long, the thought of depending on others was still difficult for you to accept.

“Because we care, (Y/N). We love you,” Christen cries, as her voice cracks, and she rubs your back soothingly.

“Well I don’t need your help!” You exclaim angrily, shaking off your moms hands, as you stand up from the bed to turn to face them.

At your outburst, Christen’s heart breaks with the weight of defeat. Taking a deep breath, trying to compose herself, her face hardens.

“Watch your tone when you speak to us,” your mom sternly states, her eyes telling you that she’s not messing around. “You’re going to stay in this room and finish your homework and study for your test. No TV, no phone, nothing but your school work. Got it?”

You nod, gulping down the knot in your throat, as tears burn your eyes.

“Hand over the phone, kiddo.” Tobin holds her hand out and gives you a sympathetic smile.

Reaching into your back pocket, you pull out your phone and and place it into your moms open hand.

“We’ll leave you to it.” Christen moves closer to you, before kissing your forehead. “We love you, (Y/N/N), and that’s why we’re doing this.”

All you can do is watch as your moms exit the room, Tobin grabbing the television remotes on her way out. Sighing, you plop down on the bed and run your hand through your hair.

For a second, you contemplate just taking a nap and not doing any of your work, but you knew if you did that, your moms would be even more upset, and you did’t want to test that.

So, you unwillingly sit down at the desk and pull out your laptop and notebooks, starting with your history homework.

—————

After about two hours, you’d completed all your homework and started reviewing for your biology test. It wasn’t that school was hard or that you had trouble understanding the material, it was just that you did’t like doing the monotonous work. You never really saw the point in doing homework if you already understood the concepts.

You check the clock and notice it’s 6 o’clock, almost dinner time. Sitting up straight, you stretch arch forward, stretching your back and lifting your arms.

You wonder what your moms wanted you to do for dinner, but seeing as you had no way to contact them, you decide just to quickly grab something from the team’s buffet and pray they don’t see you. However, you have a feeling they wouldn’t be too upset at you for not staying in the room if you were getting food, but you knew you’d pushed the envelope earlier, so you honestly didn’t know what to expect.

Quietly closing the door behind you, you quickly make your way down the hall towards the elevator. Just as you’re about to turn the corner, you hear your mom’s voice.

“I just don’t know what to do. I mean she’s never really opened up to us that much, but she’s never resorted to violence.”

Immediately you press yourself against the wall, hiding yourself but also so you can hear what they’re gonna say.

“Well, I don’t know if you can keep bringing her to camp anymore, especially if she’s gonna act like that.” You hear Megan’s voice echo in the hallway, and you feel a pit form in your stomach.

“Hey,” Tobin protests, coming to your defense. “(Y/N)’s a good kid. I think she’s just been through some stuff, but I think she enjoys coming to camp and hanging out with the team, even maybe playing soccer.”

You fondly smile, hearing your ma defend you to her good friend, even when you weren’t there.

“I think I’m gonna run up some dinner to her after we eat,” Christen says, worry evident in her voice. “I may have been too harsh on her.”

“Babe, it’s a tough situation, but I think you handled it very well,” Tobin tries to ease her girlfriend’s concerns.

“Hey, why don’t I bring her her dinner and maybe talk to her a little?” Ashlyn offers. “I mean I just thought I might be able to get through to her, maybe even share some of my own experiences with her.”

“That’d be great, Ash, thanks.” You see your mom, but you can hear the smile in her voice.

You don’t hear the rest of the conversation, as you turn around and quickly make your way back to your room, now that you know Ash is bringing you some food.

—————

It was about an hour later when you hear a knock on the door. “Hey, (Y/N), it’s Ashlyn. I brought you some dinner.”

Getting up from the desk, you go to open the door, revealing the blonde goalkeeper holding a plate of food. “Hey, Ash. Thanks for the food.”

“Can I come in?”

You bite your lip, weighing your options. “Yeah, sure.” Opening the door wider, you move to let her in.

Following her into the room, you place your plate on the desk, after moving your work to the side. You sit down to start eating, when you notice that Ashlyn is still watching you from the end of your bed.

“Ummm,” you mumble awkwardly. “Was there something you wanna talk about?” You ask, even though you already had a good idea as to where this conversation was heading.

Ash takes a deep breath before talking. “Look, (Y/N), I’m just gonna be straight up with you. I know about the fight you had at school, and I saw what happened at dinner last night, and I saw the almost fight you had with Sonnett today at practice. And I know that you’re not that kid, because I’ve heard what your moms have had to say about you.

“But I also know that this aggression, this anger, that you have, it’s not healthy. I don’t know if it’s some pent up shit or if it’s something you’re going through currently, but whatever it is that’s bothering you, it’s not gonna go away if you keep it to yourself.

“And honestly, I should know because I’ve dealt with some tough shit that life’s dealt me, but you know what? I didn’t get through that alone, and neither will you. But luckily, you have two amazing and supportive moms that are there for you, and will support and love you, but only if you let them. You even have all of us because this team is a family, and so now you’re part of that.

“So basically, I’m just here if you wanted to talk. It doesn’t even have to be about school or what’s been happening. Could be about anything: your favorite food, the stupid biology test I heard you’ve been studying for, Tobin’s weird obsession with using the same three emojis, Christen’s morning routine, whatever you want, I’m here.”

During Ashlyn’s speech, a whirl of emotions circulate your body, but most of all, you feel warm. You feel warm knowing you have people in your corner rooting for you, something you weren’t entirely familiar with before.

Almost as if the older woman’s words had knocked down a damn, your eyes flood with tears, sobs wrecking your body.

“I just— I’ve never had anybody who— They were always so mean— I could never say anything— I didn’t want—,” you gasp, struggling to breath with the intensity of your crying.

“Shhhhh, it’s gonna be okay. You’re gonna be okay. Everything’s gonna be okay,” Ash coos, as she wraps her arms around you, allowing you to cry into her chest.

After a couple of minutes, after your tears have subsided and your breathing’s evened out, you sniffle, pulling out of the goalie’s embrace.

“I didn’t really have the best childhood growing up with my biological family, you know, before Tobin and Christen,” you begin to explain the shortened and simplified version of your story.

“My parents weren’t the best, actually they were the worst,” you say with a chuckle, knowing that was an understatement. “The kids at school, Emily at the dinner table and at practice, it’s all just a trigger, reminding me of things my parents used to do and say. I guess, when I was younger, I never really processed what happened, so now, I just react with all this anger that I have for my parents.”

“(Y/N).” Ashlyn squeezes your shoulder. “Thank you for sharing that with me. I really think that if you talked to Tobin and Christen and opened up to them, even if it’s just what they told me, they’d still love you and support you.”

“Really?” You ask, uncertain.

“Mhmm,” she hums. “As much as it would calm their worrying, and you know how much Chris can worry sometimes,” the two of you share a laugh at that, “I think that this is something you need as well: to have parents in your life who will actually be parents for you, who will guide you, support you, love and care for you, tell you when you’re being stupid, give you advice, let you make bad decisions because that’s how you’ll learn, let you be your true self. I think, deep down, that that’s something you truly want.”

You follow her words and nod. “Yeah,” you sigh. “I do want that.”

Ashlyn gives you a soft smile, as she stands up from the bed. “How about I go get your moms and you guys can talk?”

“That’d be great,” you agree. Just as Ash’s about to leave, you call out to her, “And Ash?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.” You give her a sincere smile, trying to convey your gratitude.

Ashlyn just nod with a grin, receiving your message, before leaving the room and shutting the door behind her.

—————

After Ash left, you started to pace around the room, nerves fluttering in your stomach, as you were mentally rehearsing what you were gonna say to your moms.

About ten minutes later, a knock on the door interrupts your thoughts. “Sweetie,” you hear Christen’s muffled voice. “Can we come in?”

“Yeah,” you call back, resuming your pacing, as the two women enter the room.

“Hey, kiddo.” Tobin approaches you. “Ash said you wanted to talk to us?”

“Yeah.” You take a deep breath and shake your hands, ridding yourself of the nerves. As you sit down on the bed, both of your moms take a seat opposite you on the other bed.

“I just wanted to explain some stuff to you guys, tell you my story or whatever, you know, all that jazz,” you stammered awkwardly.

“(Y/N/N), we don’t want you to feel pressured to tell us anything if you’re not ready,” Christen assures.

“No, I need to share this with you. I want to,” you insist, adamantly shaking your head.

“Okay, we’re here for you.” Tobin nods, giving you an encouraging smile.

You take another deep breath before diving into the story of your life. “As you obviously know, my biological parents weren’t really fit for raising a child, which is why you adopted me, but you already knew that.”

You run your hands through your hair, as this was proving to be more difficult than you thought. But looking at the warm and understanding eyes of your moms, you push through.

“My parents, especially my father, were abusive, both verbally and physically. It started as early as I can remember. They would always be calling me names and insulting me if I didn’t do things correctly, even for the tiniest mistakes like leaving the toothpaste on the counter.

“Growing up with that and hearing it everyday, I started to believe it. I thought I was useless and stupid, a no good child, those words ingrained in my mind. But I was taught not to show any emotions. ‘Don’t be such a baby’ is what they’d always say to me.

“So, I learned to hide it all, even if that meant keeping it all to myself. I guess that’s why I’ve been acting out recently; it’s all bubbling over, exploding out of me.”

You quickly glance at your moms, scanning their faces for any hints of disgust or anger, but all you can see is empathy and sadness.

“I didn’t tell you this, but I guess I should’ve: the kids at school bully me, calling me names, insulting me, and sometimes even kicking me. Sometimes, they even talk about you two, why you’re together or why you would adopt someone like me.

“At dinner yesterday, Emily just kept pushing me to talk, which I’ve never really encountered before, and I was really uncomfortable, so I just snapped. And at training, she said ‘don’t be such a baby’ after she’d tackled me, and those words triggered all those memories of my father, and all that anger and hatred I have for him just came out.

Hanging your head, tears falling down your cheeks, you bite your trembling lip. “I know that doesn’t excuse my behavior, and I accept my punishments, but I just thought you should know my past, especially because your my moms and I’m your daughter.”

Through the blur of the pools in your eyes, you see your moms giving you a sad, fond smile.

Sniffling, you choke back a sob. “I’m sorry I’m not the perfect daughter you guys wanted, but I love you, moms.”

Tobin and Christen immediately move to either side of you, wrapping you up in their arms and rubbing soothing circles on your back.

“Oh, (Y/N/N),” Christen whispers, kissing your temple. “Sweetie, will you look at me.”

Lifting your head from the crook of her neck, you meet her teary eyes.

“(Y/N), we don’t want a perfect daughter. We want you, every single part of you, even the most scarred and damaged parts of you, because you know what?” She brushes loose hair out of your face.

“Hmm?”

“All those parts of you are what make you you. (Y/N), you are an incredibly intelligent, kind, caring, and beautiful soul, even with all your scars.”

“Don’t forget talented!” Tobin chirps from next to you. “I saw that nutmeg earlier today.” She smirks, as she gives you a knowing look, causing you all to share a wet chuckle.

“Thanks, moms.” You lean your head against Tobin’s shoulder and hold Christen’s hand, giving it a tight squeeze. “I’m so grateful for you, moms. I love you guys.”

“We love you, too, kiddo.” Your ma leans down to kiss the top of your head, as Christen lovingly snuggles against your side, humming in agreement.

“And just know that if you ever need to talk to anybody or just need a shoulder to lean or cry on, we’re always here for you.”

You nod against her shoulder and close your eyes, enjoying the feeling of contentment and warmth, the feeling of home that you found between the love of your moms.

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #preath x reader #preath x daughter!reader #uswnt #tobin heath #christen press #preath

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fanficmemes · 3 years

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Hey guys!!! Thanks to our lovely anon/blog historian, Soupy, we now have a recorded history!! Blog lore, my beloved. I'll try and start adding in our new things too, but to any newbies out there, come take a look :):):):)

About the lore for this blog, i cannot remember everything, but i can do something about the cursed asks lore and history, since i just scrolled all the posts in the tags!

31 Jan 2021: an anonymous send an ask asking what people actually mean when they tell a ship if "pedophilic". This start a big number of asks about real survivor and how fucked up is fandom water down the word, purity culture, and consequently story time about harassing people in fandom for purity culture.

1 Feb 2021: someone speak about how much fucked up fics helped them. This probably opened the possibility of cursed asks. The same day, someone other send an ask about a terrible person known for harassing people about the sexuality of a character. The person is called "train fucker".

2 Feb 2021: anonymous point the attention on the train fucking thing. The cursed ask tag is created.

In the following hours, always in the cursed ask tag, people discover the fandom was Death Note and the guy was apparently in real attracted to trains and planes. Hell break down, memes are created.

History is made.

One of the characters will later become protagonists of the tag already existed. PKD already was knew since the 22 Jan 2021, when they sent an ask about the color asks and you had the intuition the tags he was probably someone with a piss kink and the tag "chronicles of piss" was created.

Cursed ask history part 2:

At this moment on time,the tags is still not clearly used. One of the First post tagged as such, the 9th Feb, is an anon answering to the ear fucking conversation about micropenis, while all the other posts are not tagged. The day after PKD enter the cursed asks tag, while the others ask still stay out of it. People start sending the stories they read.

12 Feb Hagrid/Hedwig fics are discovered. Owl fucking anon appear. Someone suggest a friendship between them and mlp guy.

Also mlp pony guy is a lore being who did not appear before in the #cursed asks, but already had their history in the simpler ask tag and in the previous cancel scale period, that we could call the ancestor of #cursed ask.

The First post tagged as cancel scale is from the 2nd Jan 2021. It was an anon answering your post of the same day "alright guys scale 1-10 how screwed r u if it ao3 history and bookmarks get released".

This is the gold era of this blog lore. The philanthropist, wound fucking discourse, rpf bdsm and mlp guy (with the first ask behind paywall) appeared during the first month and a half of the year, mixing at the end with the cursed ask tag.

Cursed ask history part 2:

12 Feb Hagrid/Hedwig fics are discovered. Owl fucking anon appear. Someone suggest a friendship between them and mlp guy.

Cursed ask history part 3:

The philanthropist appeared the same day #the cancel scale started. With their iconic "i am a shameless philanthropist and so my bookmarks are public. I eat dead doves for breakfast. Come on down to the buffet y'all! You want some wound fucking? 8-yr-old omega abortion? I got you fam, watch me scramble these eggs" they left a forever sign in this blog. Still to this days asks are written to know if they are good. They obtained a 12/10 in the cancel scale.

Wound fucking discourse started, also the same day, by CB answering "is that where the wound fucking comes in??" At a ask about vivisection and medical experimentation. Discourse about what classify as a wound and how it works continued trought the day.

Rpf bdsm is thought to have beat the philanthropist with their mix of rape, underage, incest in a foursome, huge age, rpf tentacles and, mostly, someone getting turned into a pickle and his partner fucking himself with it.

This also started a string of asks about people being transformed in object used for sex.

Rpf bdsm would appear again later that day to specify the pickle fic was a rpf.

Cursed ask history part 4 (i think? Already lost the count)

Mlp guy. The one and only. Always in the terrible 2 Jan 2021, they first appeared in the tags of an answer to a marvel ask. #Hey HEY mlp guy #u know who u r #i'm afraid to look at this ask #like yeah we saw some shit tonight but this blows that outta the fuckin WATER #y'all would dead ass have to pay me to post it

Someone noticed the tags and asked about it, and a strong sexual tension between everyone and the unpublished mlp ask started. Someone ended up paying, cause the ask was later published as last post of the day and terrorized every follower of the blog. It was published as screenshot of the ask, and is not even put in the #cancel scale.

MLP guy stayed so in the apex of the cursed asks for some months, till the Pokémon ask by soupy was published the 9th may 2021, taking home a 15/10. MLP guy made a Tumblr profile, @therealmlpguy, in retiliation, and reblogged answering with a new terribly cursed fic. CB have still not voted it, so who have the worst cursed ask is still in question.

The day of #cancel scale the blog fanficmemes lost many followers, but the story was, as we know, not finished.

Cursed ask history part 5

I like to stay an half cryptid of this blog, so i will not tell my blog of origin, but i can tell you I am Soupy. Also i need to know if i am actually considered a cryptic of the blog and if i need to make a lore post about myself XD.

This is starting to get hard cause i cannot reread what i already sent, but the end of the tunnel is near.

We already told about owl fucking anon in the cursed ask tag, but their story is a bit more longer. The cursed ask was actually their big return, and they are probably one of the most proficious lore making, having also a part in the creation of the PKD legend. They should really have their own tag.

How? Well.

The 17 Jan 2021, when the big part of the cancel scale was done and the elders of the lore created, they sent an anon ask about what the cancel scale made them remember. It was a fic, red when they were ten or eleven, about someone fucking an owl while the owl was on their period. Consensual, and apparently the authors were two teen girl who write only character x owl. Their mom proofread. CB answered with their profile picture, edited so that it red "i can't believe it's gotten even worse!" Instead of "i can't believe it's not canon".

This post created, if we want to say, PKD, cause their first ask, that assigned them piss kink, was yes about the color asks (that, in case someone does not remember, was CB asking what colors people assigned to them), but had as explanation "if you keep posting stuff like the owl period whatever". So the owl fucking anon indirectly created, the 22 Jan 2021, PKD.

Owl fucking anon continued their ascension to lore of the blog.

The 12th Feb 2021 sent an ask were they were surprised someone had found Hagrid x Hedwing fics, and than sent anther 9 parts ask about the story of how they red lot of cursed shits thanks to an old tumblr blog that had the links, and how from there they found an author who only published Hagrid x Hedwing, and how that introduced them to FF smut.

(it is also discovered they are only 15, baby, please, i am noone to talk with the shits i red at the time but i hope you are ok).

They are now consacrated in the memory of the blog.

Cursed ask history part 6

Before continuing with the history of the cursed asks, is now time to finally give a small talk about PKD. We know how they originated, but how they become so famous?

Probably is the fact they appeared so many time during the last months. Being it for cancel scale, cursed asks or just normal asks, they continue to give us company with their exploration of piss kink fic. Is true they soundly negate having the kink the first months, but after lot of memes and people speaking about it, the 25 Apr 2021 they finally admitted of having the kink,and discovered it reading an a/b/o Captain America fic.

I would suggest to read all the posts, but they stopped being tagged halfway through, so is half in the specific #chronicles of piss and half in the #cursed ask

Cursed ask history part 7

The big lore is finished, and now only the later history stay.

#cancel scale posts and #cursed asks post lived side by side for some days. The owl fucking one of the 12 Feb was actually the last cursed fic published in the cancel scale post, leaving the tag only for some history reference later.

#cursed asks saw the appearence of every type of cursed possible to thought, with scat and nipple fucking between the different tags. At the start there was no specific day chosen, but later, for CB schedule reasons, Saturday was assigned as cursed ask day, and some week later it was moved to Sunday.

And here we are, today, to see what other cursed things we will bring in this world

Cursed fic History part 8

The cursed fic History have been covered, but i still think is important to talk about some of the before time tags that created the good ecosystem for the creation of #cursed ask.

The most famous is #the lube discussion.

It started the 23 Aug 2020, when CB wrote a post about FF using the word "supple" in smut without the thing being actually supple. In the tag, they added #also #that does Not work as lube.

Some anon asked what was being used as lube, that was answered with "one was peanut butter. I will not discuss the other". This started the bug lube discussion, were everyone talked about what they continingly see used as lube when it cannot be used as lube.

Between the classics soap and blood, we see some more daring one as mud, yogurt, aloe vera, years, milk, hot sauce and the more intersting, cannoli (have no idea if they are talking about the cream you put in cannoli or some american thing i don't know).

Nothing reached cursed material, but it put the first seed for the blog.

#blog lore #my dearest soup #my response to your first letter will be posted swiftly #I got distracted bc I forgot that we don’t know each other irl #and I was gonna press some flowers for u #(they’re still being pressed but I’ll send a pic I forgot that I can’t send real flowers over text #but again thank you so much for doing this #also I really wish I would’ve tagged shit better #maybe I wanted to go back and reread chronicles of piss #but nooooooo I just had to forget about it halfway through #anyways here we go #cursed asks #the lube discussions #chronicles of piss

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commanderserwin · 4 years

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↦ pairing(s): levi ackerman x reader [modern AU]

↦ word count: 4k

↦ anon request:

[plus] (Same anon asking the angst & fluff anon) _ but she doesn't. When she regains consciousness she doesn't even look at Levi, but after days of taking care of her and apologizing they finally reconcile 😊 (Full ANGST & fluffy plz)

↦ warning(s): mentions of car accident, blood

↦ author’s note(s): thank u for requesting !!! i’m sorry it took a while ☹︎ i hope you like it !!

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Levi has been sitting in traffic for the past hour. All the fuck ton of cars merging into one lane because some stupid tree has to fall down makes his trip stupidly long. He gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles going white as he turned down the radio that’s announcing the hour long traffic he is in. It isn’t helping him end his day into something peaceful.

His work was shit. Overwhelming, and he doesn’t need this. He doesn’t need to be stuck in traffic, with all the honking of the cars behind him. One asshole even tried to cut him in, and he almost scratched his car but Levi doesn’t care anymore.

He just needs some peace and quiet. Calm.

Levi looked at the passenger seat where his phone has been vibrating for the last ten minutes. He ignored your calls and texts, gripping the wheel, and eventually pressed the horn on his car.

“Fucking move!” He gritted his teeth, honking again. He groaned as the cars moved an inch with all the racket. “Move!”

And it moved.

The green light illuminated the parkway, cars honking to hurry the fuck up. He honked his own, hurrying the car before him. He groaned louder and louder as the green light turned to yellow, and red.

He didn’t make it.

“For fuck’s sake!” He closed his eyes, calming himself. It’s going to take a whole five minutes for the traffic to move, and he just doesn’t have the time. He leaned on his headrest, hand blindly looking for his vibrating phone, as he brought it to his ear.

“What is it?” He seethed, hearing the ruckus behind the phone.

Also didn’t help that it poured hard. Just exactly what he needs. A rain pour and a stupid fallen tree.

“Where are you?” You gently said, Levi’s annoyance seeping through the phone, as you and your daughter prepared dinner. “Are you near?”

“No.”

“Oh,” you said, placing the phone between your shoulder and ear. “It’s raining. Have you got an umbrella?”

“No.”

“How long will you be home? I heard there’s a tree that fell on the parkway.”

He opened his eyes, the red digital clock on his dashboard, blinking 9:45PM. He’s still a good long 30 minutes away from home. Levi rubbed his face, placing his arm on the door panel, caressing his temple.

“Still far away,” Levi replied, breathing through nis nose. He had to pull away the phone as you screeched loudly as your daughter dropped her plate. The kitchen floor scattered with the food and the broken fragments everywhere. Levi breathed deeply, not wanting to hear anymore. “I’ll call you back.”

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The phone call ended, his caller ID disappearing as you stared at your phone. Annoyance filled you, after he finally answered back after a couple of calls, but you brushed it off. You placed your on the table, mustering a smile to your daughter as she sat idly and nervously with the mess underneath her.

“Come here, Maya,” you rounded the table, carrying your daughter so that she won’t step on the mess. You wiped away her tears, sighing at the broken plate and the food, your mind and body already tired, and still you looked at your daughter. “Are you hungry?”

Maya looked down at her feet, as she placed her hands behind her back. She subtly nodded, embarrassed that she dropped his plate. “I promise I won’t drop it again.”

“Okay,” you pecked her cheek, standing up as she took another seat by the table. “Mommy will prepare another one for you.”

Maya patiently waited, flicking through her books on the table. She looked at the clock, back at you, as she flitted towards the living room, turning on the television.

You only sighed, closing your eyes for a few seconds, as you went back to fixing dinner. Your shoulders slumped at the countertop, looking at your phone for the time— 10:00PM. Once you were done, you placed the baked mac on the table, a late dinner for the family.

Levi should be home by now, you thought.

It has been a tiring day for you at work, your boss yapping all day throughout the meeting, for the whole company to meet the deadline. Then, you have pick Maya up at school at 3, but then she begged to play at the park nearby with her friends for hours, and eventually you got caught up with all the other parents and kids, having to hurry back to prepare dinner. You haven’t even changed clothes yet, and you are so tired. You don’t even have the energy to scold your daughter, as you just leave her be.

Maya hurried back, regret filling her chest as she stayed back on the doorframe, peeking. “May I watch television once I wait?”

It is the weekend tomorrow, you thought.

Levi always loved weekends, because that’s the only time he relaxes. He’ll be on the couch, sitting in the middle with you and Maya on either side, watching whatever Maya has got on the television. Or he’ll be busy with a book, or just softly talking with you to not disturb Maya’s attention.

“Sure, darling,” you called back, turning around with a smile, grabbing Levi’s mug to prepare him tea. “Just be sure to lower the volume. Daddy’ll be home soon.”

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Levi stayed in the parking space outside your home, looking at the clock. He stayed there, watching the rain pour on the window, slouching against the steering wheel, waiting for it to stop. He isn’t in the mood to run the steps in order to avoid rain. Things aren’t really working out well for him.

He took a deep breath and sighed. He ran quick, using his hands and bag to get the rain out of his hair, and almost slipped, while he cursed himself. He fumbled with his keys, and knocked eventually. Levi could already hear the television from outside, while Maya’s singing along loudly.

He knocked three times, loud, hoping that somebody could hear him.

It was you who answered with a wide smile on your face.

“Hey,” you breathed, opening the door wider, taking in his soak clothes, as well as his furrowed brows. You brushed away his bangs away from his eyes, “Rough day at work?”

He only nodded, moving past you as he take off his shoes and dropped his shoes by the rack. He surveyed the living room, overwhelmed with the television, your busy complaints with the wet shoes and clothes as he accepted the small towel from your hands, and Maya’s loud voice as she sang along to the television.

“Have you eaten already?” You mused, kissing his wet shoulder as you passed by him. “I made baked mac for dinner.”

He grunted in response, standing in the middle of it, bending down to give Maya a haste kiss on the head as she ran up to him. He followed you to the kitchen, seeing shards of plate on the floor and spilled food while you were knelt down, picking up the mess.

You looked up, wiping your sweat, “Be careful, I haven’t finished-.”

“Fuck!” Levi took a step, frustration bubbling inside him as he took the messy kitchen and table in front of him. His daughter’s books on the tables, utensils, shards of plate and food. He leaned on the chair, bent down as he inspected his foot that is completely bleeding, the shard sticking out. “What happened in here?!”

“Don’t curse in the house,” you sighed, picking up the shards. “If you’ve let me finished, you would know.”

“God,” he groaned, taking out the bloody piece, “I only wanted a nice, peaceful night.”

“And what? You came home to this?” You chuckled darkly, stopping in your actions. “I’m sorry if you came home to messy house. I’m really trying my best here.”

He sighed deeply, closing his eyes, his anger close to erupting but he is keeping his cool.

Maya’s books. Shards on the floor. Food on the floor. Loud television.

“Put a band-aid on it,” you quietly said, going back to the floor.

Maya’s books. Shards on the floor. Food on the floor. Loud television.

“There’s a box in the bathroom,” you continued.

Maya’s books. Shards on the floor. Food on the floor. Loud television.

“Maya, can you turn the volume down?” Levi called, rubbing his eyes. He sat down on the chair, placing a serving on the spare plate. He pushed away Maya’s books, making space for him to dine on the dining table. “You ate already?”

He got up to get another plate, careful to not step over you as you finished cleaning. He’s got to clean that again because he doesn’t either you or Maya accidentally stepping on a lost shard.

“Maya, the television!”

“I haven’t,” you answered, scanning the kitchen floor for any mess. You nodded towards the plate, washing your hands. “Is that for me?”

“Yes,” Levi answered, folding his sleeves up. “Come sit.”

“Maya!” Levi called out again, louder this time, craning his head towards the living room. “The television! Please!”

“Don’t yell,” you said, wrapping your hand on his wrist, making him look at you. His brows are furrowed, eyes wide in frustration, and nose flared. “Don’t yell at her. You know she doesn’t like it when you yell.”

“How can I not yell-,” Levi stood up, pulling away your hand over him. He stormed towards the kitchen, moving away the scattered toys on the floor. He picked one up, raising it. “Maya! Can you please clean this up? And the television? How many times do I have to tell you?”

“Levi,” you warned from the kitchen, as you peeked at him. “She’ll clean those up later. Come have dinner with me.”

“No,” he turned to Maya, staring at his wide-eyed daughter, scared of the shouting. Maya fumbled with the remote, lips quivering as she watched his father. “She will clean these up, now.”

“I’m sorry,” Maya breathed shakily, biting on her lip. She rubbed his eyes, feeling her tears start. “I’m sorry.”

“And the books!” Levi continued, watching his daughter, “Can you pick up your books?!”

“Levi!”

“This isn’t your room,” he boomed again. “Put away your toys.”

Maya stood in the middle of it all, crying silently, scared to move at the way her parents are shouting.

“Levi!”

“What?!” He turned around, as he watched you walk towards Max, brushing away his tears.

“Do not yell,” you looked back at your husband, equally as angry. You turned off the television, picked up the toys, placing them on your arms. “Do not yell at her.”

Maya ran upstairs, carrying the toys up to her room. Her cries could be heard from the living room, terrified of all the yelling.

You and Levi panted, unaware that both of you were shouting.

“Now look at her!” You hushed angrily, “She hasn’t eaten yet, and you came home, yelling, can you just-.”

“What? I can’t?”

You looked at him hard, fully aware of what’s happening. He’s been going home mad, cold, and quiet, but you paid no attention, thinking that it’s just work. “If you could just lower your voice, please.”

Levi moved closer, pointing at the stairs and at the living room. “All I wanted is to come home to a peaceful house,” he muttered, chest panting, “But I have to come home to... to this! To a loud television. Toys on the floor. Books on the dining table. Shards— fucking shards of a broken plate that I stepped on. Spilled food on the floor. Traffic. The rain. The fucking tree on the parkway. My job. I have to write a shit-ton of papers, get it revised, then do it all again. All that and I can’t come home to a nice house?”

“We talked about this, didn’t we, Levi?” You pushed, standing right in front of him, as you whispered angrily. “You said that we’ll come home to a clean slate. If you are tired or stressed in work, keep it at work. If you can’t, then talk to me. But don’t release that stress on us.”

He only scoffed, staring right at you.

“You can shout all you want. Raise your voice at me, for all I care,” you muttered, pushing him away. “But do not, do not dare to raise your voice at our daughter. Do you understand me?”

Levi only rolled his eyes, putting up a front. He hates fighting. He hates arguing. He hates going home with a heavy heart but he couldn’t help it even when he tried to contain himself.

“I asked you. Do you understand me?”

He nodded, staring right at you. He felt a pang of guilt in his heart, anger and sadness as it resulted to this. All he could is nod.

“Good.”

You turned towards the stairs, feet gently padding towards each step to not scare Maya. You knocked on her door, ignoring Levi’s calls as you peeked inside her room. Maya's on the edge of her bed, sniffling, holding her hands together. “You want to go for a walk, darling?”

“Mommy,” she cried, covering her eyes as her shoulders shook in sobs. “Is daddy mad at me?”

You smiled, crouching in front of her. “He’s just upset, but don’t worry about it. So, what do you say? Should we go to the park?”

You can’t stay another second longer in the house, knowing that you and Levi could say some things both of you don’t mean. It’s just exhaustion.

“Is it dark outside?”

“Ah,” you mused, ruffling her hair as you grabbed her jacket, “It is, but Mommy will protect you! How about we go on some swings?”

“Okay!”

“Yeah?” You said, handing her jacket. “Remember to zip your jacket up so you won’t get cold.”

You waited for her to fix her clothes, holding her hand as the both of you went downstairs again. The living room looked a bit cleaner, the television quietly playing in the background, as Levi reappeared from the couch, holding some toys as he placed them on a pile.

He finally looked up, confused. “Where are you going?”

“To the park, daddy!”

“Isn’t it raining?” He asked as you passed by to go to the kitchen. Everything is a little bit cleaner, books off, cold dinner on the plates. “It’s getting late, too.”

He followed your footsteps to the kitchen, trapping you by his arm. You pried his arm around you, “We’re just going for a walk.”

“I’m not invited? It’s dark.”

“No,” you smiled sarcastically. “Why don’t you cool off? I don’t my daughter to hear you shout again. Use this time alone. You wanted a peaceful house, right?”

“That’s not what I meant,” he answered exasperatedly. He looked at your eyes, guilt eating him up as you blinked away tears. “I’m just... tired.”

“You think I’m not?” You breathed shakily, rubbing your eyes. “You think I’m not tired? You think you’re the only who gets tired in this house? I am stressed at work, too. My boss hasn’t stopped running his mouth at us, and you think I’m not tired? I’m so pressured at work, and when I see you, you��re so upset and mad, and you think I don’t get tired from it all?”

“I don’t go home upset,” Levi lied, seeing through his own lies.

“Oh, please,” you scoffed, breathing hard. “I can see through you.”

Levi sighed, holding your hand but you just pushed him away. He could finally see how awful he made you, your eyes sad and tired, your lips quivering. He looked away, pinching his nose, as he nodded. He doesn’t want to open his mouth anymore, scared that he’ll push you away from him. He nodded again, feeling you brush by him as you grabbed your phone.

“What time will you be home?”

Just stay, he thought.

“I don’t know.”

Levi breathed deeply, watching from the kitchen as you and Maya closed the door behind him, leaving him alone in the house. He looked at the clock— 11:00PM, closing his eyes. He wants to run after you two, but he is so exhausted. He palmed his eyes, standing in the kitchen, sighing as he saw the plates, books— and a steaming mug of tea, just for him.

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Levi anxiously waited on the couch, his work becoming a haze in his hands as he continuously checked his phone for any texts or calls. It’s been over an hour, and you two aren’t back yet. He nibbled on his lower lip, holding his pen in his hand, trying to write something, but he doesn’t feel right.

Finally, his phone rang. His heart beating, as relief overcame his mind.

“Where are you?” Levi breathed, calming down. “Should I come pick you up?”

That’s when he noticed something wrong.

Sirens.

People speaking, shouting, and someone sniffling.

“Where are you?” He hurriedly asked, grabbing his coat, aiming for the door. “Are you still at the park? What’s happening there?”

“... Daddy?”

“Maya?”

Levi stopped in his tracks, his daughter’s voice making him worry deep to his bones. “Maya, where’s mommy? Are you okay?”

“Mommy...” Maya sniffled over the phone.

“Can you hand the phone over to Mommy?”

Levi can’t move.

“Mommy... is on the ground,” she cried.

“Why is mommy on the ground, Maya?”

“Mommy is bleeding,” Maya finally answered. Finally, he heard someone speak: “Is that your father on the phone?”

“It’s daddy,” Maya gulped, handing the phone to the lady. She was covered in blood, as she escorted Maya towards the ambulance.

“Mr. Ackerman?”

“That’s me,” Levi stuttered, the gears in his head turning. He hurried to his car, starting it right away.

“Fuck-,” Levi cursed, reversing out of the spot. “Where’s my wife? What happened to my wife? Is she okay? Is my daughter okay?”

“Mr. Ackerman, your wife has been hit by a car. She’s currently unconscious as she lost a lot of blood-.”

Levi stopped breathing, heart racing. Sweat covered his body.

No, no, no, he thought. No.

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Levi kept replying what the doctor said, as Maya snuggled right up at him. He placed his daughter on his lap, making them both fit on the chair as Levi listened to the sounds of the hospital monitor. He doesn’t know what the fuck it says and it almost made him cry again.

It’s been days.

He’s been watching that hospital monitor with no breaks, only stepping outside to get shabby food from the hospital for him and Maya.

Guilt has been eating him up for days.

He should’ve stopped you.

Levi kissed Maya on the forehead, listening to her snore a little as he looked at your unconscious body for another day.

“Wake up,” he whispered, closing his eyes, feeling his own tears well up. He can’t cry or else Maya will wake up. He can’t cry or else Maya will also cry. He can’t cry because he has to show his daughter that he’s strong.

But, he wants to.

Levi wants to cry because he doesn’t know if you’ll ever wake up.

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Levi sleeps alone now.

He has been for a few weeks now.

It’s the usual. He wakes up a little earlier to prepare breakfast for the house. He prepares Maya’s school lunch. He prepares your coffee and he prepares his tea. He watches Maya ride the school bus then goes back inside to check up on you.

You have been finally discharged, thankfully, but it doesn’t lessen the blame he’s put on himself. He feels the worst when he sees the big scar on your arm, and the stitches on your hairline. He feels bad when he let his exhaustion dictate his actions that night, letting you slip away, parting ways when both of you are mad at each other.

Still, you sleep on the same bed as he does, it doesn’t feel like it.

He’ll watch you sleep for a few minutes before going to work. He’d come home to you still in bed. The coffee untouched by the bedside table, day after day.

Still, he doesn’t stop.

“I’m going to work,” he would whisper. “I’ll pick up Maya on the way, too.”

“What should we have for dinner?” Levi would ask.

“Maybe we should get take-out?” Levi would chuckle sadly.

He just watches you. Talk to you even when you don’t answer back.

“I love you,” Levi would never miss to say that you, while you sleep. “I love you.”

Then, you gradually open up to him.

It’s the little actions that you do that makes him believe that there’s a chance.

For the both of you.

It’s the shy kisses that you accept on days when he’s back from work, when you’ve pushed him away for days.

It’s the little grip during the night when you thought he was sleeping, but in reality he wasn’t. He couldn’t even hold your hand while you slept before because you always push him away. But one night, you tighten your hold on his, it made him happy, and it continued on the next nights.

It’s the prepared tea in the mornings sometimes by his bedside table. He watched you sometimes slip out of his hand and come back with a steaming tea just before his alarm rings.

One night, he got home late. He parked the car outside, not really believing that there was still lights in the living room. It’s 11:00PM. Usually when he gets home before that, Maya is already in bed while you are too.

But there was lights.

He breathed deeply, already thinking that it was his daughter and her failed attempt to watch late night cartoons. Then Levi will have to carry his her upstairs, while she faked-slept in his father’s arms, suppressing a little smile on her lips.

He closed the door behind him, wondering where Maya is since the television is turned off.

He walked a little further inside.

Levi smiled.

There you were.

You were sipping out of his favorite mug, legs crossed, as you perked up when you heard him come closer. He’s finally home, you thought. But still, you only stared at him, eyes boring into his greys.

“Hi,” Levi whispered. He hesitated for a second, before walking behind your chair. He gently wrapped his arms your shoulder, knowing that you’ll only pry his touches away.

But this time, it was different.

You didn’t move under his touch, as he mumbles about his day as he pecked you on the lips. You listened silently, face stoic.

Then, you felt him shudder.

“I’m sorry,” Levi whispered, leaning his cheek on your head. He let his tears fall, not hiding them anymore. “I’m sorry. It’s all my fault. I should’ve not picked a fight that night. I’m sorry for raising my voice. I’m sorry that I was selfish.”

Silence.

“I should’ve stopped you that night,” he continued, his voice cracking, feeling his tears drop on your cheek. “I’m sorry. I... I can’t lose you. I don’t want to feel that way again. I can’t... I can’t lose you.”

You cried when he kissed you on the temple, apologizing over again. You leaned on his touch, wrapping a hand around his arm, as you turned to him. Levi’s crying softly, his shoulders shaking as he apologized.

“I’m sorry too,” you apologized. You leaned on him, kissing his tears away. “I’m sorry, Levi.”

“No, no,” his heart gushing. He feels so happy. He’s so happy that he finally heard his name on your lips, he’s so happy that he finally heard you speak again. He’s so happy that he felt your soft touch on his skin, instantly comforting him, making his worries disappear. “Don’t apologize. No, no.”

Both of you stayed like that for a few minutes until you spoke.

“Have you eaten already?”

He just ate his dinner on his office table at work.

Levi shook his head, “I haven’t.”

“Levi, I can taste the garlic bread from your lips.”

Levi chuckled lightly, kissing your again and again on the cheeks, wiping away your tears. “I’m still hungry.”

“Okay,” you softly laughed, knowing that he’s never the one to overeat. You brushed his bangs away from his eyes, “Maya and I just had grilled cheese.”

“I’d love a grilled cheese.”

You nodded, pulling away from his touch as you stood up. He followed you quietly, as you grabbed the bread and cheese. He sipped your tea, placing it on the countertop while you work so that you won’t forget it.

Once you were done, you handed him the sandwich, sliced in the middle. He placed it on the countertop, leaning on it. Both of you were just standing like that, until he crept his hand over to yours, holding you.

You tighten your hold on him, while he moved in closer. Just holding each other’s hands. Just pure silence, and the happy beating of Levi’s heart on his chest that matches yours.

“Your food’s going to get cold,” you whispered, turning your head at him, and surprised that he was already staring at you.

He bit his lip, nodding. He used his other to hand you the other slice, softly smiling while you accepted it. He took the other one, munching on it slowly, hiding his smile at every bite.

“Still hungry, my ass,” you mused, biting on his sandwich, as you leaned your head on his shoulder.

He only nodded, chuckling lightly, as the both of you ate in silence. He cleaned up the kitchen, while you sat around the table waiting for him to finish. He ruffled your hair, as you followed him upstairs to the bedroom.

You listened to the shower run as you settled in bed, closing your eyes for the night.

You jumped from your sleep, feeling Levi behind you, as he finally wrapped his arm around your waist, tugging you closer to him. You slept with his breath fanning your nape, his chest rising up and down on your back. You closed your eyes again, finding his hand in the dark to hold, as he kissed you on the back of your neck.

“I love you.”

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you know what, I never do these things, but actually I’ve decided I would like to get to know people better! I would like to partake of the mortifying ordeal! I would like to talk about myself for a bit!

ok for the next...let’s say five days I will answer any of these things that people tag me in, or any random personal questions you plop in my ask box. I don’t have an ask meme on hand but just....pick one you’ve seen recently, or make up questions of your own, and I’ll answer. (the answer might be ‘nope that’s private’ but I will answer.) (@ the anon who asked for book recs - I see you, I’ve been thinking of books all day, I’m going to give you SUCH a long answer, I hope you don’t regret your choices bc it WILL be full of gushing)

alright, let’s go!

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Last Song: I’m currently listening to “Falcon in the Dive” from the Scarlet Pimpernel musical on loop. I watched one or two Scarlet Pimpernel movies when I was just barely too young to fully get what was going on, and the story’s held an odd but deep-seated place in my heart ever since. A few years ago I found out there’s a musical and most of the songs are pretty stellar (go listen to “Madame Guillotine” if you like big ensemble broadway numbers, it’s a banger, the bit where he cries out for God has been running through my mind on and off for a few days now haha not like that’s topical or anything), so every once in a while I spend a few days listening to them a lot.

Sometime last year I read the actual book, and got super into the whole concept of the Scarlet Pimpernel for a while. I plotted out Pimpernel aus for several fandoms, I read the entire wikipedia article, and I went looking for bootlegs of the musical. I didn’t find one, but I did find a full radioplay-style recording of the script, complete with full musical numbers, and listened to it like a podcast.

Reader, I was so disappointed. The play adds some scenes, bc a lot of the dramatic tension of the novel comes from internal conflict and that doesn’t stage super well, and the very first scene of this play – a play written in the NINETIES – features our dashing hero rescuing some aristocrats from a French prison, and then saying to the person in the next cell, who begs for rescue but is not an aristocrat, “We have enough of your kind in England.”

Enough! of your KIND! What in the merry frickety HECK my dudes!! The book has some rather unfortunate™ takes but it is from 1905, it’s regrettable but sadly to be expected. This play is from 1997. It has NO excuse. This scene wasn’t even in the book! What! the heck!

I was so disheartened that I lost my excitement for the play, and a couple songs later I stopped listening. It occurred to me just a few days ago that you could actually stage that ironically, with the person in the cell giving the audience a “can you believe this” look, and then the rest of the play could feature assorted non-aristocratic ensemble members constantly looking at the audience like they’re on The Office. And hey, maybe that’s what they did, or something similar – maybe that was never meant to be taken as a cleanly heroic stance, and the play deals with it in a complex way. It’s possible. I wouldn’t know. Kinda doubt it though, based on song lyrics.

Favorite Color: red, probably

Last Movie: I watched that new lesbian christmas movie with my family for christmas, the one with kirsten stewart and the guy from schitt’s creek. it’s very sweet and good and kinda sad, and I really enjoyed it. it also incidentally has the best gay best friend trope in probably anything ever, bc it’s not a trope (I didn’t realize until several hours after watching that it technically fits), it’s just a guy who is the protagonist’s best friend, and they’re just all gay, and then when he Gives Relationship Advice as a gay best friend always does, it’s advice about how to deal with your partner’s hangups around coming out.

actually every part of the gay best friend trope becomes better when they’re just best friends who are both gay. the big dramatic gestures (in this case, driving some ungodly distance in the snow on no notice) go from “haha how kooky” to “queer man will do anything he needs to to rescue his queer friend from an isolating & potentially triggering situation”. the relationship advice isn’t “honey you deserve some self-respect, treat yourself”, it’s a deeply sincere reminder of the vulnerability that is shared across almost everyone’s queer experience, and look I could ramble about this for a long time before reaching a coherent point but I’m INTO IT, okay? I’m into it.

Last Show: you want me to remember what show I last finished???? impossible, cannot be done, it was a long time ago and the adhd has eaten everything that happened before last week. here, instead I’ll tell you about another movie I watched, late at night with my mom in cozy companionship just a couple days ago. it’s called Quigley Down Under and it’s about a cowboy who goes to Australia and kills a bunch of racists, 10/10 would watch again. it’s from 1990 but it feels much older, with the music choices and the cinematography of a 70s Western. the cowboy is great, honorable and fearless and kind, but the breakaway star of this movie for me is the woman who attaches herself to his side and refuses to leave. her name is Cora, and she’s crazy, in the sense that she’s not altogether tethered to reality, but this never for a second diminishes her agency. she’s fierce and clever and compassionate, and she basically never does anything she doesn’t want to in the whole movie. her arc is about overcoming trauma by taking charge of her own fear and facing it head-on, she is never belittled or dismissed by the narrative or the protagonist, and look she’s just so cool. I love her. she’s so vibrantly alive. her story could probably have been handled with a bit more nuance, but honestly for the 90s it’s pretty great. I’m no expert, but I found nothing objectionable in it, just a bit of heavy-handedness.

anyway the theme of the movie is that racism is evil and racists deserve to be shot, and this too could have been handled better (not a single aboriginal character speaks a single line of english in this movie), but it follows through on that message in every way, while still being a fun kinda campy cowboy movie. overall a very good time.

Currently Watching: started showing my sister Hilda the other day, and she’s liking it! I love that show, it’s so incredibly cute. can’t wait to see season 2

Currently Reading: lmao I wish. lately the brain has firmly rejected all attempts to read anything of any length. currently pending, bc I was halfway through them when my brain stalled out, are tano’s fic What Does Kill You Can Make You Stronger, Too, a Toby Daye book - I think it was The Brightest Fell, I got like half a chapter in and haven’t picked it up in over a month, the Locked Tomb series, and probably a few other things too. ooh! also a book called Making Sex by thomas laqueur, which is my fancy academic reading that I’ve been doing in short bursts for the past year or two when I feel fancy and academic. it’s about the development of the concept of biological sex and of gender in Western society, and it’s fascinating. has among other things introduced me to the idea that until quite recently, fathers were a matter of faith. the mother? yeah, you can watch the baby pop out, we all know who the mother is. but the father? how can you know? how can you really know? we have paternity tests these days, but for all of human history up until now, we've just had to take fatherhood on faith. (not to mention we didn’t even know what fathers were contributing to the production of a fetus. clearly it was something, since you can’t get pregnant without a penis getting involved, but we have literally not known what until the past few decades. and that is wild. it has colored ALL of human history, all of our conceptions of society and family and kinship and gender, all of it, and it hadn’t even occurred to me until it was spelled out for me in this book, and it’s just......wow.

Salty, sweet or savory: for christmas my sister and I made seven different types of cookie, most of them involving chocolate somehow.

Craving: no bc I ate so many cookies. unless sleep counts. or maybe pringles, it’s been many moons since last I had a potato chip and I miss them.

Coffee or Tea: no thank you

Tagging: @coloursisee, @krchy-tuna, @sam-j-squirrel, @xzienne, @mirandatam, @viciousmaukeries, @sepulchritude, @elidyce, and @navigatorsnorth bc it’s been a while since we’ve talked, and I’m super hyped that you’re married now. v happy for you!

#finx rambles #finx has friends on the internet #be sure to tag me if you do this so I can go read it!#also you don't have to yammer on as much as I do #I'm just Like This you know #hmm perhaps I should readmore this actually #hmmmmmmm #I think I will use the excuse that it is 6 am to not do that #on account of how surely there are not many people up #and anyway this isn't meant for reblogging; you will only have to deal with this post once

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Anon 1 said: (dubcon, maybe noncon?)

hi, do you know of a fic where post-ws, bucky comes in from the cold and finds steve, & they start a relationship. but towards the end it's revealed that (the big plot twist), bucky doesn't actually feel anything for steve and is only in the relationship because he thinks he has to be like steve's bucky from before the war/feels as though he has to play the role of bucky barnes and thinks that's what that entails/or similar icr exactly. steve, who thought bucky meant it, is really hurt. thankyou

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opaline-pixie said:

Hello. I’m looking for a story that I read years back. All I remember about it was that Bucky liked being bound up. Steve took them to a cabin and instead of bondage tape he bought vet tape because it was cheaper. That and I remember a game where he blindfolded bound Bucky and surrounded him with sex toys and Bucky had to guess what they were.

Anon 2 said:

I read this fic a while back; I remember that the summary was part of a book that Bucky had written about the accident that lost him his arm (he had a Stark prosthetic, and was touchy about people liking it)? It was an AU where Bucky and Steve were both college professors, with Steve possibly an art teacher? I think Bucky and Steve didn't get on at first? There's a scene where Steve does a painting lesson for some of the professors, and a faculty event/party towards the end? Thank you!

Anon 3 said: (sex work, polyamory)

i’ve been looking for the fic where steve or bucky experiments in sex work and does a porny photoshoot that turns into a threesome w peggy on set for like an hour now and can’t find it. any idea?

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eclipseofparis said:

Hi! I hope you’re all doing well. I’d like to ask if you know or are familiar with this fic. It’s a time travel au (??) where Bucky as The Winter Soldier was accidentally or purposefully sent by Hydra to the 1930s? or 1940s? to kill pre-war Steve Rogers. Before Bucky went back, he told Steve abt Pierce. TFA timeline still happens and when Steve woke up to the new century, he acts all oblivious but in actuality he was plotting his revenge on Pierce. He did killed Pierce in the end I think?

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Anon 4 said:

i’m looking for a fic I read before, what I remember is bucky works at a company where steve is like the boss/ceo and steve is an ass and fires him one day, then later steve asks bucky if he wants to be in a D/s relationship with him and Bucky moves in to steve’s apartment? that’s all I remember, I hope it’s enough!

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Anon 5 said:

hi, I’m looking for a doc that I’m pretty sure is from Buckys pov and it has a recurring motif of a story about a woman going into a river. very literary, it’s like the type of story that has an all lowercase title. Hope that helps

Anon 6 said:

Hi! I’m looking for a WIP fic where both Bucky and Steve are princes. Steve comes to live with Bucky because Steve’s dad thinks it will help Steve learn how to be a better prince. I remember Thor working as the stables guy too. Peggy and Becca are also Bucky’s older sisters in this fic. Thanks!

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Anon 7 said:

I'm looking for a fic(probs 1 chap) that basically takes place in a nightclub or somewhere similar, and Bucky sees a girl with a pixie cut and black sparkly dress at the bar, goes to talk to her, and realizes that she is, in fact, a dude(Steve) pretty sure hes not trans,,, the do the dirty,,, pretty sure there's fanart in it too

Anon 8 said:

Hi, what’s that fic where Steve has to teach Bucky how to masturbate or at least just had to be in the same room as him? I stopped reading it a while ago and there’s a lot of works in my ao3 bookmarks that say deleted and I’m scared that’s one of them! Thank you

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sleeplingsupernova said: (HTP)

We can't find this story anywhere anymore. It was an HTP where the Winter Soldier just got through a mind wipe and was still in the chair and a doctor was trying to give him a blow job and kept getting mad at him because he couldn't get hard. I remember reading it on AO3 but no matter what I try to search up I can't find it. Thank you so much!

Anon 9 said:

There was a story I read once where Bucky worked at planned parenthood and would escort women from their cars into the clinic, protecting them from the protesters? I can't find it and I was wondering if you guys know what I'm talking about? Thanks!

Anon 10 said:

im so sorry this is vague but im looking for a book with the cap quartet in sams house i believe? all i can remember is that bucky drags steve under a dining room table because hes trying to protect him when something makes a loud noise in the house, im pretty sure it was sam dropping a pan. thank you if you can think of it!

Anon 11 said:

Hey, im looking for a fic where steve is buckys neighbor and he has a little kid. Bucky also a kid, but he's older, maybe a teen. Bucky has a crush on steve and starts helping him out like driving him to work and shoveling his snow because he's struggling and always seems to be late to work. Ive tried hard to find it but i cant, please help!

Anon 12 said: (sex work)

looking for this fic: steve find bucky in an alley (?) and because they used to know each other he offers bucky a place to stay, but bucky thinks thinks steve wants some sexual favour in return because he’s been doing that for a while (i think he was homeless?). steve doesn’t want any of that and takes bucky to his place, i think i remember that he was rich or that it was a penthouse or smth? anyways bucky starts trusting steve again and eventually they get together. i’m worried it’s deleted 😭

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Gone || Twelfth Doctor x Reader

A/N: Based on a request by anon: ‘12th doctor & reader sort of a platonic hurt/comfort type of thing??’

I had to relive Season 9 Episode 11 for this so I hope you’re happy with this fic anon - tears were shed while getting inspiration. Also because this is my first time writing anything Doctor Who, forgive me if it’s not as good as it could be. Ngl my eyes did get a bit watery but I was also very tired when writing this so mixed reviews.

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You hummed to yourself as you checked your phone whilst leaning against your kitchen counter as you waited for your kettle to boil. As it was currently a Wednesday afternoon, it was Clara’s turn to travel with the Doctor - you travelled with him on Fridays. You worked a normal job the rest of the week, and considering the Doctor could travel in time, you technically never missed Fridays anyway, and if you ever were a few minutes late, you could always blame it on the traffic.

When you first started travelling with the Doctor your previous job didn’t have too much of a problem with you being an hour late, or sometimes more, as long as you made the hours up later. But this new job, which you actually really enjoyed, was far more strict on shift times, so you’d had to have several stern talks with the Doctor about his navigation through time so that you wouldn’t get fired. Even then, you’d sometimes walk into work after several warnings and had actually been fired, but you’d just walked back out, hopped back in the TARDIS and made the Doctor arrive at the correct time as to avoid getting fired again.

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You’d been the Doctor’s companion since his tenth regeneration; you’d been good friends with Donna and had gotten yourself in a bit of a sticky situation - basically you’d been caught in the middle of an alien invasion, and Donna had been coming up with all these amazing stories of places she’d travelled to, so you spammed her phone with texts and calls until she replied and saved your ass. Since then, the Doctor had allowed you to come on adventures with him, even after Donna had lost all memories of the Doctor and the times you’d spent together.

When Amy and Rory had gone, you’d stayed with the Doctor until he met Clara, and then you arranged a schedule with the two of them. It had become very crowded with you, Amy and Rory travelling with the Doctor, and even though you and Clara both travelled together some days, you needed some time to yourself and needed to get a real job instead of ignoring reality by travelling through time around the universe. Also, you needed a slight mental health break - losing Donna, Amy and Rory had really taken a toll, as even though you’d lost family members, it was a different story when death was the result of alien life-forms and your friends had died right in front of you with no chance of truly telling them how much they meant to you, and the fact that one of your closest friends had lost any memory of some of the best moments the two of you had shared together, and if you ever spoke of them to her, she’d burn up and die.

You always liked Clara - she was clever and level-headed, which was rarely found when you travelled alone with the Doctor. He tended to be extremely unpredictable with his decisions, and even though you’d known him for a while, his brain would always outpace yours when it came to piecing together the answer to whatever mystery you were solving, so it was nice to have another human to travel with. The two of you also got along extremely well, and Clara was always eager to hear about your previous adventures with the Doctor, and you were always happy to tell stories - but it was always painful to reminisce on memories with your old companions.

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The ‘click’ of your kettle snapped you out of your memories, and you absentmindedly turned to fill up your mug with hot water - you’d already put the teabag in - and finished making your tea, heading back to your position on your sofa. You had just sat down, shifting back into the dent you'd made in the cushions from how often you sat there, and had taken one sip of your tea before you were rudely interrupted. If it had been anything or anyone else, you would have been far more annoyed, but as the familiar, comforting sound of the TARDIS flooded your home, you couldn't help but allow a smile to grace your face.

But that’s odd, you thought to yourself as you stood up. You were sure that it was Clara’s day for an adventure, and the Doctor would normally visit you in the evening after your shift was over (it was currently about 3pm and your boss had let you all out early after a water-pipe burst) and have a cup of tea and tell you what he’d done with Clara that day. He’d probably got the hours mixed up or something, you mused as you headed to where the sound was coming from, as it was hours too early for him to swing by.

You followed the sound to your bedroom, and sure enough, there stood the TARDIS. As you closed the door behind you, the familiar sound stopped, signalling that it had finally materialised. Your smile widened as the door opened, and you bounced excitedly on the balls of your feet as you waited to see the Doctor and Clara, and to hear about whatever crazy adventure they’d had today.

But your smile dropped slightly when the Doctor finally came into view.

“Doctor?” You asked, moving closer to him as your eyes roved over his face. Something was wrong. Really wrong. “Are you okay?” You peered around him, trying to look into the TARDIS. “Where’s Clara? Did you drop her off at home already?” The Doctor finally seemed to regain a sense of where he was and who he was talking to, and collected himself together.

“Clara’s gone.” The Doctor’s voice hissed into a low rasp, that you had come to associate with the most dire of situations.

“Gone where?” You asked slowly, even though you already knew the answer. You could feel your heart start to beat faster, and your vision began to grow blurry as the beginnings of tears gathered in your eyes. “Gone where, Doctor?”

“She’s dead.” He answered simply, his voice breaking on the last word, his eyes growing glassy with unshed tears. “She’s gone. And I can’t bring her back.”

“No.” You breathed, feeling as though something sharp had been driven into you; as if every breath hurt. Your chest hurt; it was as if you could physically feel your heart breaking apart just a little more. “Doctor please, tell me you’re lying - she isn’t gone; we can just go back and get her, right? We can go back into last week and see her again, and stop whatever happened from happening.” You begged, hearing your voice grow louder as the tears that had been building up finally started to fall.

The Doctor only watched you, with the same tired look on his face, his eyes shining with his own unshed tears. “Please Doctor. Not again. Not another one, please, I can’t keep doing this.” The tears were starting to fall in earnest now, with no sign of stopping, as you drew in deep, painful breaths. “Why Clara?” You choked out, rubbing furiously at your face to get rid of the tears.

Not Clara. Who was now just another name added to the long list of the Doctor’s companions. Clara, who had done so much for the universe, and was now gone in an instant, and who had left her life behind for a taste of adventure. And nobody left in her life would ever really know what happened.

“You think that I want to keep doing this?” The Doctor grasped your shoulders, forcing you to look at him. “It’s my duty to keep moving forwards and to keep helping people. Clara-” his voice broke and he looked away, his grip tightening, and he shut his eyes tightly as he tried to compose himself. “Clara knew what she was doing, in the end. She wanted to help people, and she did. She helped so many people. But I couldn’t help her.” The two of you stared at each other, both of you crying silently, and you occasionally wiping your tears away.

“You did help her, Doctor.” You smiled sadly at him, finally reaching up and brushing his tears away with your thumb, stepping close enough that his hands were just comfortably resting on your shoulders. “You helped her see the whole universe, and we all travelled through time. You helped open her eyes to so many wonderful things, and helped her learn so many valuable lessons along the way.” You sniffed, swallowing thickly. “And I know she helped you, too.”

He said nothing, but simply gazed at you, a mixture of a sadness than ran deeper than words could express, and wonder showing on his face. You pulled him in for a gentle hug, leaving him room to back out if he wanted to. You knew he wasn’t much of a hugger in this body. For a moment he was still, then he seemed to crumple in your arms, his body shaking from the force of his sobs as he clutched you to him, seemingly trying to ground himself to the last shreds of his reality. All you could do was hold him tightly, running your hands gently through those soft, silver curls like you’d always wanted to.

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Eventually, after what felt like a lifetime of intermittent crying, you broke away, and pulled down the long sleeves of your top so that you could reach up to wipe away the Doctor’s tears once more.

“Come on.” You whispered, slipping your fingers through his and tugging him towards you kitchen. “I’ll make us some tea. That always makes everything seem a little better.” You smiled weakly at him, and he followed obediently.

As you started up the kettle again, you felt him rest a hand on the small of your back - a comforting gesture for the both of you; it felt like too much distance was between you otherwise. Once you had poured away your cup of cold tea, you turned to face him, and his hand slipped to rest comfortably on your waist.

“I feel like this is an unnecessary question to ask, Doctor.” You murmured, running your hands over the lapels of his jacket. “But why did you come here? I mean, there are thousands of moments in time or people that might have...comforted you better than I have.”

“Clara told me that I might be on my own for a while.” He replied, voice sounding slightly thick. “She predicted that I’d go off and...I don’t know, destroy a planet or something.” He suddenly smiled down at you - a real smile, not as big as it should be, but one that made the skin around his eyes crinkle, which in turn made you feel warm and slightly fuzzy inside. “I didn’t even set the TARDIS to come here. I think she just knew that I wouldn’t be alone with you.”

You smiled widely at him, feeling an overwhelming sense of happiness amidst the sadness that hung over the both of you. “You’re always welcome here, Doctor.” You said warmly. “And I’m flattered that the TARDIS thinks so highly of me.” The two of you basked in the warm atmosphere until your kettle signified that it was time to make tea. “Now, if you’re going to stay here, I’m going to need you to grab some teabags. They’re in that cupboard over there.”

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jtrbluv · 5 years

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need(y) | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: angst/fluff

word count: 3.6k

warnings: swearing

request: Hello!! Could I get a jungkook angst/fluff imagine where you guys are becoming distant and you leave for some space and he doesn’t know and thinks that you left him?? Sorry if it’s confusing, thank youuuu :)

a/n: sheesh! this was not supposed to be this long HAHA. sorry this took so long to write school just started and it’s fr kicking my ass. i’ve already gotten so much hw for the first week grrrr. i rushes the ending a bit so i’m not quite satisfied and i didn’t edit it either so um sorry about it LOL. anyways thanks for requesting this anon!! in honor of his bday too ig haha, hope u enjoy it :)

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Missed Calls:

y/n <3 (11)

6:45- lmk when ur coming home i can’t wait to see you <33

8:30- u must be busy at the studio it’s okay i’ll wait

9:47- hey it’s okay if ur coming late but could u just give me a heads up

11:02- jungkook?

12:17- happy belated anniversary to you too ig

1:56- i needa stop getting my hopes up huh

Being in a relationship with a worldwide famous idol is never easy. Learning to understand and appreciate the value of the relationship regardless of its limited-time came easy to you. That’s one of the reasons why he became interested in you in the first place. You never came off as overbearing and clingy and you always understood why things had to be different. And that added to the list of things he already absolutely adored about you.

It had been a year since Jungkook had confessed to you backstage that night, asking you to be his lover and promising that he would cherish you like no one ever will. And you can confidently say he very much did at the beginning, commonly known as the honeymoon stage. Things only started to fizzle out and go downhill a few months ago. His group was scheduled for a new comeback. He was promoting and traveling around the world while you were on the sidelines and comfort of your home, cheering him and his group on. Daily texts and calls kept both of you grounded and steady, but as time passed by, those texts and calls ceased to exist. You had been constantly ignored and you didn’t think much of it at first, after all, he was a busy man with a busy schedule. The tour had finally been coming to an end and he’d have the opportunity to come home to you, just in time for your one year anniversary. He had flown in 2 weeks precedent to your anniversary, and fuck, you were so happy to be with him again.

He had made a promise to you that you two would get to spend a lot more time together as he was coming back. You two had finally been living together again after what seemed like years as his group had gotten a break after such a hectic year. He would go to his company need to work on future projects and such and it didn’t bother you at first. He would typically come back home late while you were sleeping and leave early in the morning before you would wake up. As it occurred more frequently, you started to become more concerned. He was finally home for once and he wasn’t even making time to see you. You didn’t want to seem annoying and clingy so you decided to push these thoughts to the back of your head and keep them to yourself.

You had agreed to have a celebration at home, figuring all the restaurants in the vicinity would be closed by the time he’d get home. You patiently waited in the living room, coffee table filled with his favorite foods and snacks you were able to pick up at the local convenience store. He had told you the night before he’d be coming home at 9, a little later than you liked, but you let it slide nonetheless. You essentially cherished all the time you had with him anyway, whether it be a minute, an hour, or a month.

You mindlessly sat in the living room, not paying attention to whatever was playing on the TV. Your ears were constantly alert and peeled, waiting for a familiar car to pull up to your driveway. Your eyes constantly shifted back to your front window, scanning the neighborhood to see if he was back yet or not.

Time ticked by like molasses, your patience and tolerance wavering as it went on. There were no signs of him and he wasn’t answering any of your calls and texts. You were in complete disbelief at the fact that he didn’t have the decency to spend time with you on your first anniversary. Everything you had been holding in was starting to seep out of you, anger and sadness fuming from your system as you ask yourself the same question: Why do you constantly put yourself in this situation? Being hopeful for something just to let it get torn down again. Is that what your relationship has turned into? An insurmountable lost hope?

For the first time, you realized all you’ve been doing his abiding by him, waiting for his cues, going off of his beck and call. You were being walked all over, and you didn’t realize until that moment. For the first time, you were fed up.

You groan in frustration as you snatch your phone from the coffee table. It was 2:34 AM. You furrow your brows as you see how late it is, and how many hours it’s been since he was supposed to come home. Your emotions took control of you as you hastily shut off the TV, charging into your room as you recklessly grab one of your backpacks and stuff random clothes into it. You grab the nearest hoodie you could find and slipped it on as you grabbed your wallet, keys, and phone. You abruptly halt at the doorway, deciding to write a small note for him before you left. What were the chances he would see it anyway?

I need some time alone to think. Please do not contact me during this time. -Y/N

You stormed out of the house, slamming the door shut behind you. You quickly started your car and pulled out of your driveway and into the streets. You didn’t know where you were going, but you just didn’t want to stay in that house any longer. The streets were empty and the sky was dull and overcast. You let the streets guide you, taking whatever twist and turn you happened to encounter. Your hands were gripped tightly along the steering wheel as tears slipped out of your eyes. You quickly wipe them away as you recalibrate your focus on the road ahead of you. You decided it’d be best to stay at a hotel for now, until you could think of a better solution to all of this. You were able to find a hotel that had lower rates since you literally bought it on the spot.

You checked into the hotel and quickly escaped to your room. You throw your backpack to the floor as you lower yourself into the cold, unfamiliar sheets of the bed. You contemplate your options. As much as you didn’t want to admit, all your actions leading up to that moment had been caused by pent up rage and frustration in the heat of the moment. In spite of that, you didn’t regret what you had done. It felt as if time had frozen and it would only continue once Jungkook became aware of what you had done. So you were going to wait.

Jungkook stumbled into the home, hair disheveled and vision blurry from his near sleepless night. While working at the studio he had unknowingly fallen asleep while working on a track. All of his members had already gone back home so there was no one to wake him up or remind him of his girlfriend that was waiting patiently back home for him, ready to celebrate a long-awaited and special day.

All traces of the anniversary had slipped his mind as soon as he slid into a deep slumber back at the studio. He trudges around the house and his eyes land on the organized display of snacks on the coffee table. His eyes shift to the blanket and pillow that you two tended to share was all crumpled on the couch. The lightbulb immediately lit in his mind as he put the pieces together and his eyes widen in absolute horror. He had forgotten your anniversary.

“Oh my god, I’m so fucking stupid!” he exclaims, the tone of disbelief in his voice increasing as he realizes his mistake.

“Y/N!” he cries out to you as he runs around the house, searching in all the rooms to see if you were there. He almost forgets the phone that laid in his back pocket until he takes it out, hoping to call you in hopes that you would respond. His phone lights up only to show how indecently late he was, 5:43 a.m, and the amount of missed calls and texts from you, the disappointment and dejection he sensed from you increasing as he read each text you sent to him. His jaw dropping incredulously as he shuts his eyes and takes a deep exhale.

“Fuck, what have I done?” he huffs out, his voice small and full of somber. The fact that he had forgotten a day as important as this was already encompassing his mind but more so, he couldn’t find you and it deeply startled him, he didn’t know where you were and where you could be at this hour. He walks back into the living room where he assumes you had been waiting and his focus shifts to the kitchen where he notices a small notepad and pen along with a torn piece of paper that seemed to have something inscribed on it. He squints as he walks towards the kitchen. He took the paper in his hands as he immediately recognizes your handwriting and his breath hitches as he reads your name. His feet stay rooted to the wooden tile of the kitchen as he freezes there with the paper in his hands. Dumbfounded was an understatement to whatever Jungkook had felt at that moment in time. A tear had involuntarily slid down his cheek. Was this it? Was this the end? Were you going to leave him and never come back? These were only a few out of the heap of questions that were running through his head. All he knew was that he needed to find you. And he needed to fix the mess he had just made.

Similar to you he had bolted out of the house and drove off, unaware of where you actually were but he figured if he had searched for long enough, he would be able to find you.

You had slept deep into the day, finally getting up only because you started to notice the consistent vibrations that came from your bedside table. Naturally, you figured it was Jungkook, you didn’t tell anyone else of your whereabouts since it was so sporadic and you certainly didn’t feel like conversing or informing anyone of your situation. Out of curiosity and the annoying blare of your phone, you decide to see who it is anyway. Much to your surprise, your best friend Seulgi’s beaming smile flashed on your phone screen as you pick up.

“Seulgi, hi,” your voice manages to croak out as you adjust to the sunlight peeking out of your window.

“Y/N, where the hell are you?” she immediately asks, you can basically hear the frown lines etched into her forehead.

You groan into the mic of your phone as you speak back, “Seulgi, I can explain-”

“Jungkook’s been looking for you all night and asking everyone where you are,” she cuts you off.

“Seulgi,” you exhale, trying to suppress your anger, “he forgot our anniversary.”

“Oh my god.” she gasps, “you’re joking.”

“Did he not tell anyone?!” you shriek into the phone.

“No! He just said you left and he was looking for you and he was really scared and he even sounded like he was on the verge of tears and once I said I didn’t know where you were he just hung up!” she rambles on and on.

“Okay, yeah, he forgot and I got mad and I left,” you reveal, voice barely over a whisper.

“Y/N, I don’t blame you,” she reassures you, voice softening, “but, I think you should confront him about this.”

“Yeah, I know. I just needed some time to cool off and think.”

“Well, do you plan on breaking up with him?” she speaks timidly.

“I- I don’t know. I mean, I don’t want to. I want to hear what he has to say.” you stutter, your mind in a complete frenzy.

“Hasn’t he been paying less attention to you these last couple of months?” she asks, “I rarely see you two go out anymore.”

“Yeah cuz we really don’t,” you confirm. “He’s been so focused on his career which I understand but, sometimes it just feels like he doesn’t even acknowledge the fact that he has a girlfriend.”

“Then why haven’t you told him that.”

“I don’t want to seem like the type of girlfriend to hold him back from doing what he loves. He’s invested so much time into his career.”

“Y/N, obviously not telling him how you feel has resulted in this mess. And okay, before you attack me, if he doesn’t have the decency to spend time with his girlfriend every once in a while then he doesn’t deserve your time and energy in the first place,” she advises you.

“I know that Seulgi, that’s all I’ve been thinking about all night.”

“Then talk to him Y/N,” she softly mutters, “for the sake of your relationship with him.”

You hum in agreement but as you’re about to hang up she interjects, “Okay, but just remember, I’ll support whatever decision you make next. I know you’re wise enough to know what you deserve and what’s best for the two of you. Always here for you Y/N.”

“I don’t know where I’d be without you Seulgi. I’ll update you. I’ll head out now.” you smile into the phone.

“You got this Y/N!” she cheers as you hang up.

You had clear intentions on your mind but you couldn’t help but feel anxious and uncertain about what was to happen between you and Jungkook.

jungkook, i’m in sunset central hotel. if you want to talk, come here as soon as you can. Thanks.

Jungkook’s eyes widen to the size of saucers as soon as he saw your name flash onto his screen. He redirects his GPS to the hotel you were at, a 45-minute drive. He didn’t care, he just needed to find you.

You waited at the foot of your bed, feeling extremely uneasy about the whole confrontation. Your foot was constantly tapping on the wooden floors, as you played with your hands and glance back at your phone to check the time.

Jungkook finally reaches his destination as he surges through the front doors of the hotel, asking the front desk if you were still staying over. The front desk had called you and informed you that someone had come to see you and if it was okay for them to come over. You hesitantly obliged, cowering every time you heard Jungkook answering whatever questions he was required to answer.

It never really registered through Jungkook’s mind that he was supposed to talk to you. He just planned on spilling his heart out and hoping it would be enough for your forgiveness and just being able to hold you in his arms again.

He takes his time getting to your room. His movements are lethargic and hesitant, taking the time to gather his thoughts. He reaches the floor your room is on as he steps out of the elevator and scans the area to find where your room would be. He slowly walks as he sees your room number, he knocks softly at the door, staring at his shoes.

Your head snaps to the sound of his knocks, you take a deep breath as you stand up and slowly creak open the door. You don’t even bother to try to share any eye contact as you widen the door and motion him to come in.

“Y/N,” he begins, eyes still focused on the floor, “I’m,” he exhales, “I’m so sorry.” He slowly tilts his head up, analyzing your body language. Your hands were clasped in front of you as your eyes shifted back and forth to everything but Jungkook. You could feel his stare burning into you but dismissed it.

“Is that-,” you mutter, “is that all you came here to say to me?

“No!” he interrupts, causing you to flinch. His face softens at your reaction, “I- I fell asleep while working on a song and lost track of time.”

Your jaw clenches at his statement as you take a moment to let what he had told you sink in, “And that makes it all okay?”

“No, of course, it doesn’t-”

“Jungkook, we were supposed to spend this time together with each other. You’re on an actual break for once and you’d still rather dedicate all your time to it instead of spending time with me. All your other members have been going on trips, seeing family, hanging out with friends,” you huff out, glaring at him as he looks at his shoes, “do I not matter to you anymore?”

Your last statement almost made him meltdown right there on the spot. The fact that he had made you believe that he didn’t care about you at all was already bad enough as it is.

He takes a step towards you and looks you straight in the eye, “No, Y/N,” he sighs in exasperation, trying to piece together what he was going to say, “we’ve just been getting so much publicity and gaining so much popularity and fame, I feel like they expect so much from us. And from me. I’m the Golden Maknae, I have to be good at everything and be able to do anything, but in reality, nothing’s working out and I’ve just been stressed as hell and wanting to see you.”

“I’ve never left Jungkook until yesterday, I’ve always been there waiting,” you reveal slowly, “and I really always want to be here for you. Ever since the tour, you stopped contacting me and I just thought you were busy but in the back of my mind, I started thinking that you just didn’t care anymore.”

“But I do, I always did.” he says, taking a step towards you.

“You haven’t proven otherwise, and I don’t want to reach this breaking point just so we can be happy and go through this all over again.” your voice cracks.

“I know, I don’t want that either, but, if this was bothering you for so long, why couldn’t you tell me earlier?”

“Do I really have to remind my own boyfriend to spend time with me?” you scoff as you shake your head in disbelief.

“Y/N, I didn’t mean that, I mean we’ve never had any problems in our relationship up until now, and now that I’m thinking about it, you could’ve told me off and broke up with me a long time ago, but you never told me when you had any problems with me. Yes, I know the things I did were stupid as fuck but Y/N, being in a relationship while balancing my career is still new to me. I’m absolutely clueless and stupid and I need you to guide me so I can be there for you.”

“I-,” you sighed heavily, “I didn’t want to intrude. You’ve worked so hard to get to where you are and I didn’t want to fuck it up.”

“Hey, I’m always willing to give up time for you.” his responds as his eyes soften, “I know it sure as hell may not seem like it, but you shouldn’t prioritize my needs or whatever you think my needs are over yours. Now I’ve just been taking advantage of your leniency. How did I not notice? Fuck, I’m such a dumbass.”

You honestly didn’t know how to respond to that, you knew what you were doing was selfless and you were extremely patient about it all, “I just figured that was the last thing you wanted you know, another thing to worry about on top of your career.”

“I thought about that at first too,” he agreed, biting his lip, “I realized later on that it really shouldn’t matter. It doesn’t matter. I care about you too much to let that happen and the more I got to know you, I realized that, well, you were worth it.”

You could feel his intense glare without even sparing him a glance, “Am I still worth it to you?”

You feel his hand envelop your own as steps towards you once again, “You always will be.”

“You’re making it really hard for me to keep being mad at you,” you huff, tightening your grip around his hand.

He noticed the fact that you were still avoiding eye contact and you remained distant. He tugs on your hand and pulls you close to him, breaking your personal barrier. He pulls you into a warm hug, something you both had craved for so long. The longing and acceptance for one another was mutual, but where were you two supposed to do from there on out?

He loosens his hold on you and pulls away slightly, “Are we okay?”

For the first time that day your eyes met his as you replied, “Yeah, we’re okay.”

Only time would tell.

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companionjones · 5 years

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Children In Chaos

Requested by: Anon

Request: Hello! Could I please request an Even Buckley x reader where she's English and she helped a kid in a crisis and calmed him down, even getting him back to safety when they couldn't and that's how they meet? He thinks she's really sweet and kind but she can also be quite sassy so she gets along w everyone? Ty x

Fandom: 9-1-1 (FOX)

Pairing: Evan Buckley x English!Reader, Platonic!OC x English!Reader

Warnings: Nothing much. Bit of a disaster. A dash of angst.

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Everything was so loud. There was the expected loud noises, such as the initial crash and the walls and ceiling falling. Then, there were new loud sounds. You could suddenly clearly hear your breathing and heartbeat. You hoped that would stop soon.

For the longest time, you thought you were alone because all the people you had seen in the department store before hand were abruptly gone due to the devastation. Then, you heard the whimpering.

“Hello?” you cautiously called out to the near-darkness.

It was a little boy. You realized that when you crawled around a corner. “Who-Who are you?”

“Uh, hi. I-I’m Y/n...and uh...Okay, we’re in a pretty crazy situation right now, but you and I are going to stick together until we get out of this. Okay?”

The boy started nodding.

“Okay...okay, good. Why don’t we take a look around, huh?” you suggested.

He nodded more, and let you helped him out of the corner he had tucked himself into.

After about an hour, you had given up on searching for your own way out. By then, you had learned the boy’s name, Todd, and the two of you had spent a long time crawling around tight spaces. Sweat stains had developed a long time ago.

As you and Todd leaned against opposite makeshift walls, he asked you, “Miss Y/n, why do you talk so weird?”

“‘Talk so weird?’” you laughed. Todd was only 7, of course he didn’t know much about accents. “It’s my accent, Todd. I’m not American, I’m actually from Britain.” You spent the next several minutes explaining accents to Todd. You didn’t mind. It took both of your thoughts off your current situation. The two of you actually spent a good amount of time discussing when Americans switched from English to American accents after colonial times. Again: Todd was 7.

Some time after, you nodded, “That is a very good point, Todd. It has to have been some time after--aAH!” The ground shook, and things started falling again. You immediately went to protect Todd.

After the small panic had passed, a new voice sounded, “Hello?”

For a moment, you and Todd just looked at each other. Then, it hit.

“Yes! Yes, hello! We’re over here!”

A man’s face was suddenly visible through the parts of concrete. “How are you guys doing?!”

“Yes, we’re alright.”

The man asked a few more questions, like if anyone was hurt and how many people were present. The young man turned out to be a firefighter. He revealed his name to be Evan Buckley, or ‘Buck’ for short. In return, you and Todd gave your own names.

Fireman Buckley went on to tell Todd that his parents made it out okay, and that they were just outside the site, waiting for Todd.

Buck ended up handing you a walkie-talkie in case anything went wrong and you and Todd got separated from him.

Less than ten minutes later, just that happened. Buck had mentioned that the once-department store was still unstable. That was what caused more concrete to fall.

Soon after the third collapse of the day, Buck’s voice rung through the walkie-talkie. “Are you two okay?”

“Yes, we’re fine.” It took you a moment to find the proper button.

Buck comforted, “Can you take some deep breaths for me?”

You did so after nodding at Todd to breathe, too. “Fireman Buckley...Buck, are there any plans that involve us getting out of here?”

Buck answered, “Yep, my team is working on something right now...The thing is, it’s going to take a few hours...and it could get thrown off if there’s another collapse.”

“Not to mention, another collapse could kill--cause worse things to happen,” you hastily added after remembering the young boy that was with you. Sighing, you leaned your elbows on your knees so the walkie and your free hand could hold the weight of your head. You rhetorically mumbled, “Got anymore bad news, Buck?”

The young firefighter mumbled sincerely, “I’m sorry, Y/n.”

You decided not to reply.

Instead, Todd filled the silence. “So, that firefighter’s pretty cute, right?”

Chuckling, you inquired, “You think so?”

He responded, “I’m wondering if you think so.”

“How old did you say you were again?” You were still grinning.

Todd nonchalantly answered, “7.”

“I...It doesn’t matter what I think about Fireman Buckley. Now is definitely not the time for those kinds of thoughts, Todd.”

His voice got low as he mumbled, “It might be the last time for any kind of thoughts, Miss Y/n.”

“Don’t think like that.” You kept your voice gentle. Fireman Buckley seems very capable.”

Todd’s voice was still spiteful. “Of course you would think that.”

“And I’m sure his team have the same skills,” you continued, “Now, what would you like to do while we wait for our rescue? How do you feel about a game of ‘Would You Rather?’”

The boy sighed while he thought about it. Then, “Okay, Miss Y/n.”

“After what’s happened today, I don’t think we need the ‘Miss’ anymore. Alright?”

Todd nodded as he crawled over to a spot next to you. “Thanks, Y/n.”

“Anytime, sweetie,” you smiled.

It took five hours, but Buck’s team finally found you and Todd. You were thankful, and that was in no small part because it was getting harder and harder for Todd to keep Buck out of his ‘Would You Rather?’ questions.

The way you got out was kind of dangerous. Basically, the piece of concrete that was acting as yours and Todd’s ceiling was removed, and a woman was lowered down to lift you and Todd out of there. Obviously, you let Todd go first. When your turn came, things turned for the worse. Objects started falling again, and you were one of them. Hen--you’d later learned her name--almost lost her grip on you. Almost. You made it out okay. Only, you were a little shaken up.

“Are you okay, Y/n?” Todd asked, then cradled in his mother’s arms.

Smiling, you nodded in response to the young boy. “Yes, I’m alright, Todd. Go get those scratches checked out, okay?”

He nodded, and his father spoke up, “We cannot thank you enough for what you did for our son. Please, give us a call if you need anything.” The man handed you his card.

“Thank you,” you accepted. “Todd is a very brave boy.”

Todd’s father agreed, then went back to his family.

A young fireman showed himself where you were getting examined for injuries. He appeared to be listening to the previous conversation. “And you are a very brave woman,” he added.

“Nice to see your face again,” you smiled.

His face matched yours. “Same to you,” Buck replied. He paused, “Are you okay?”

“Yes, I think I’m alright. A few scrapes and bruises...and I’m only a little shaken up. Thank you,” You sincerely added, referring to what Buck was really asking about: your mental health.

The fireman donned a smile that let you know he was trying to be charming. “So Miss Y/n, I was wondering--”

Interrupting, Todd called over from where his wounds were getting checked out, “After what’s happened today, I don’t think we need the ‘Miss,’ anymore. Alright?”

Todd’s parents immediately shushed their son.

Buck leaned over you to respond to Todd. “Thanks, Todd.”

You couldn’t hold in your giggles from the interaction very well.

“So, Y/n,” Buck stressed your name, “I was wondering if you’d like to go out with me sometime? I could give you my number.”

Then, you were giggling for a different reason. “I’d love that,” you replied.

For a moment, Buck seemed relieved that you had agreed. He finally, albeit clumsily, pulled out his phone. “I, uh, cool. Here--here you go.”

Again, Todd sounded out. He was laughing. “Smooth, Buckley. Smooth.”

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Author’s Note: Thank you for reading! Fill up that heart and reblog if you liked it! If you would like to read more, I have more fics on 9-1-1 over on my page. You should go check it out. Also, REQUESTS ARE OPEN. I take requests for one-shots, multi-chapters, headcannons, and preferences. No smut, please. I write for a variety of fandoms. If you’re wondering if I write for a specific fandom, please ask me. Have a nice day, night, or whatever time it is for you.<3

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aphrodicted · 5 years

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Do you have any tips on moving on from an ex?

I don’t know if I’m the best person to give you advice on this subject, but I’ll try to help you. All I’m going to tell you are things that I’ve used after ending long relationships or sporadic relationships. Some points will be more important depending on the type of relationship you have left, but I think all of them can help you.

If you need any more specific advice: you can talk to me privately or send me another ask and I’ll answer you.

The most important thing is to accept what you feel. It doesn’t matter what kind of feelings you have, but you must embrace everything you are feeling right now. Are you sad and you need to cry? Do it, don’t be afraid to do it. Do you feel like playing music to the full and dancing until you forget the pain? Find your favorite song and dance to the exhaustion. Do you need to talk to someone and cry again? Find someone you trust and explain all your fears.

It’s essential to be wrapped up in these moments (if the break-up has been very traumatic, for example) and surround yourself with people with positive energy.

Next, I leave you a list of practices that you can carry out. They have served me and maybe you too, anon. Also, I’ll leave you some explanation with information and if I remember a spell (if you want to do spells) I’ll leave it here too.

1. Accept your feelings.

As I told you: don’t block feelings. What do I mean by blocking? Well, to bury what has happened and make everyone see that you have never lived a relationship with that person or that them have hurt you. You can’t forget what happened from one day to the next as if nothing had happened, but you can do it little by little.

2. Live what you feel.

Live the feelings without fear. Suppressing pain and putting on a good face is not always the best option. Nor do I advise you to spend all day in bed, but it is important to let go slowly and live what you feel.

If you are a person who doesn’t like to cry in front of others: look for a place where you are comfortable and that nobody bothers. If you are a person who needs the support of others: look for someone you trust and share the pain or your fears with this friend.

Don’t hide your feelings and be honest with yourself always.

3. Break your bond (slowly).

You don’t have to drop everything at once. Besides being insane, you can’t forget your pain in a few minutes.

The bond will fade slowly and you will gradually get rid of the pain. Don’t worry: you will never forget the person in particular, nor your memories, but it would be important to end the relationship if it is already finished. It’s essential to end the relationship and release them when you are completely ready. And wish them the best. Even if they hurt you, please, wish them light and good luck so as not to contaminate you with the bad energies.

4. Get rid of their gifts.

This is an option. I’ve done it in almost every relationship I’ve had. I don’t like to keep gifts when the person hasn’t behaved well with me and has cheated or treated me badly. It’s hard? Of course, since you’re getting rid of memories that once made you happy. However, for me it is very important to get rid of gifts to eliminate energy or memories that have no place in my present or future.

5. Talk to yourself.

It’s a stage to know yourself more: to know how you act in the face of pain, how to heal an emotional wound, how long it takes to get rid of pain or how you overcome it, etc. Try to find something to get out of this painful stage and find yourself. Talk to yourself and discover things you never thought you would be. And you must be honest with yourself: don’t kid yourself!

6. Forgive and learn from what has been lived.

One of the most important points (and almost mandatory) is to forgive yourself. Many times we blame ourselves for a relationship that has not ended well, but the fault isn’t only one of the two. If a relationship breaks down, it is because we have both failed at something. Therefore, it is very important that you forgive yourself and open yourself to new adventures that will bring you a lot of happiness.

Another important point is to forgive the other person. We all make mistakes and do harm (unconsciously or consciously), but we can’t be spiteful throughout our lives. It isn��t healthy at all and will not bring you anything good in your life. The best thing to do is to forgive them and make sure that what they has done to you don’t affect you.

I learned to forgive recently. One of my relationships (the longest) didn’t end well and I found out that I had been deceived. One of the things I hate the most is that people lie to me, and it cost me a lot to forgive him. However, to this day, I wish him the best and I hope that life will smile and give him what him deserve.

7. Self-love every day.

As I said before, this stage is a very good time to know yourself. And it’s essential that you practice self-love every day! I had never done it before and I can tell you that it changes your life in a spectacular way.

Start with positive affirmations in the present: “I am loved”, “I deserve to be loved”, “Love is on my side”, “Luck is on my side”, “I deserve that love appears in my life”, “I’m pretty”, “I attract positive people”…

This type of prayers can help you a lot. I practice them three times a day for about five minutes or when I think I have had enough: when I wake up, in the evening and before going to sleep I think them out loud or in my head and I visualize myself happy, surrounded by people positive and being happy, for example.

Visualizing is a complicated exercise for some people, but with practice you will master it.

You can also practice spells that are easy to find on Tumblr. Why don’t you look for my “self love spell” tag (/tagged/self-love-spell)?

Don’t let negative thoughts eat you. You aren’t negativity and you must eliminate them every time they appear in your head. When you think something negative, pray it: “I am light and I attract luck and happiness”. However, there are people who are very helpful in expressing negative thoughts on paper and then burning or breaking them into pieces and throwing them away. You can also call someone to vent on it.

If you can, anon, I recommend getting an onyx and a white quartz or a citrine. Carrying this pair of stones will help you a lot: the onyx will absorb all the negativity, while the white quartz or will give you a lot of positivity (I recommend you more the citrine to give you a lot of energy).

Surround yourself with people who give you positivity and a lot of love. Don’t surround yourself with people who don’t do you well, as they will not help you to get out of this situation.

8. Meditate.

At first it is difficult (you need a lot of concentration), but it will help you a lot to control your emotions and other things. Start by doing meditation for five minutes on waking or before going to sleep.

9. Cut off communication with your ex and block any way to see them on social networks.

10. Ask for help from your angels.

It may sound crazy, but they listen to you. I didn’t get the response from the angels in the first place, but from Aphrodite, but they came later.

The angels are there to guide you. When you are lost: speak loudly and ask for a signal. It will come in the form of a number (111, 333 or so), a prayer or an image that you see… the sign will come to you. Have faith and ask for help!

You can always try to contact your spiritual guides.

11. Seek to do new things.

Do you feel like starting to play sports? Do you think you should travel somewhere this holiday? Do you want to do some activity that you have wanted to do for a long time?

If you have always wanted to do something: now is the time to do it! Dare and look for fun.

I tell you as a personal experience! I started to practice witchcraft after leaving one of my ex, and now look how happy I am! Do what you have always wanted to do, worse you have never dared.

12. Don’t lock yourself up too much.

13. Animals and nature heal a lot at times like this.

I don’t know if you have a pet or you live near a forest, but try to surround yourself with animals and nature.

Playing with animals (dogs, cats or any other type of animal) will help you vibrate very loudly. In addition, it will help you forget the pain for a few hours and clear yourself of any negativity. The same walk in nature or lose a few hours in a forest. Sit and listen to the sound of the wind lift the vegetation and the birds sing. You will find an incredible peace there.

I’m sorry the post is so long! I hope these tips can help you in some way.

See you, anon!

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literallyprentissstwin · 6 years

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i‘m sorry ✨ | aaron hotchner x daughter!reader

this was requested by an Anon <3

Prompt: #85 - “I wanted to apologize.” with Aaron Hotchner

Characters: Aaron Hotchner, Y/N Hotchner, Jack Hotchner, mention of Hayley Hotchner, Lola (BFF of Y/N), Jennifer Jareau, David Rossi

Warnings: none

A/N: i worked really hard on this and i actually should be asleep by now bc of work tomorrow but i felt in the to write and please send me feedback! ily :))

wordcount: 2.424

„Still nothing?“, Lola asked Y/N, as the young teenage girl kept staring down on her phone.

„Nope. He didn´t reply or call.“, Y/N answered, sadness hiding in her big brown eyes. She had hoped so much that this one time her father would actually stay true to his word, but yet again, he broke his promise. Y/N wasn´t even surprised anymore.

„I´m gonna give him one last chance.“, she said as he dialed Hotch´s number again, hoping that her father would pick up and tell her that he´s on his way or that he´s just looking for a parking space. But nothing. He didn´t pick up.

Sighing deeply, Y/N hang up and turned her phone off.

„I´m sorry, Y/N/N.“, Lola tried to comfort her best friend who gave her a fake smile.

„It´s okay, I guess. He´s just busy saving the world which is more important.“, Y/N answered as she put her phone in her bag and grabbed her water bottle.

„But this isn´t right. You should be his number 1 priority. He promised to come tonight.“

„When did my father ever keep his promise?“, Y/N said as she walked towards the room of the room, „come on. Let´s go. We have somewhere to be.“, and with this the young girls got ready for their last cheerleading competition in highschool. A special event for which Y/N would have loved the presence of her father. But this would always remain a dream.

Later as expected, Y/N came home from their victory celebration. They had won the competition with a perfect score. To celebrate, they went out to have dinner as a team. During this, Y/N completley forgot the time. During weekdays, she was supposed to be at home by 9. Now it was almost midnight. But Y/N found herself not caring about this. Her father didn´t care about her, so why should she care about pleasing him by coming home when he wanted her to? Carefully, Y/N put the key into the lock and tried to open the door as quiet as she could. When inside, she got rid of her shoes and jacket and placed her sports bag right next to her shoes. She then only grabbed her cell and went tot he kitchen to get something to drink when suddenly, the light turned on. Closing the fridge, she found her Dad standing opposite to her.

„Care to tell me where you´ve been all night?“, he asked in his bossy voice.

Y/N rolled her eyes and tried to walk past her Dad who wasn´t having any of it and blocked her way.“

„Y/N, I think I asked you a question.“

„And I think you should find the answer to this question for yourself.“, Y/N hissed as she went to grab her bag. Right than and there, something inside Hotch´s mind clicked.

„Oh no..“, he groaned.

„Oh yes. I´m glad you´re remembering now, almost 6 hours after it.“

„Y/N, I´m…“

„Save it Dad! You´re not sorry. If you would be, you would finally change something. It´s not like we´re in this situation for the first time. I´m on this team ever since I joined Highschool 4 years ago and yet, you´ve only been tot wo competitions.“, Y/N argued, trying her best to keep her voice down, knowing that her little brother was upstairs sleeping. Jack didn´t need to her Y/N screaming at their Dad, which actually was, for once, at loss for words.

„Well, do you have anything to say about this or can I go up to my room now?“, the girl wondered as she stared at her father.

„I-I´m just…I´m sorry. You really need to believe me. I just forgot..work..it´s so busy and Strauss and I don´t know where my head is and I know this doesn´t make it better, but..“

„You´re right Dad! It´s actually making things worse! This was my last competition ever with this team. I´m graduating soon and there won´t be any more chances to see me compete. You missed the final chance. I told you how important this was for me and yet again you broke your promise….how in the world am I supposed to believe you that you care about me..about us?“, the girl hissed angrily, tears gathering in her eyes, which she tried so hard to hold back.

„This is not true and you know this. I care about the both of you, a lot. It´s just the job. It´s so stressful…“

„But JJ manages to be there whenever Henry has a game. How can she do this and you can´t? Why don´t you just say that you´re not interested in seeing me compete instead of building up my hopes everytime again, only to smash it back down in a heartbeat.“, and now, Y/N was openly sobbing.

Aaron stared at his daughter, his heart aching. He hated to see her like this, but there as nothing he could do right now to fix his mistake. He messed up, again. He wanted to change, to be a better Dad. But why is this so hard?

The duo stood in silence for about 5 minutes before Y/N whispered quietly: „You managed to break my trust in your promises completely. How am I ever supposed to believe a word you say again?“

„I know I messed up Y/N, and I don´t know what else to do instead of telling you I´m sorry over and over again.“

„You should actually mean it. Those shouldn´t be empty words, they should have a meaning.“

„They do. God, I care about the both of you so much and I´m so sorry that I hurt you this much. I can´t stand to see you like this. Please, what can I do to make things better?“, Aaron asked his daughter, basically begging her to help him out.

„Trade places with Mom.“, she said and went up to her room, closing the door to her room and breaking down against it.

A few days passed by since the ugliest argument Y/N and Aaron ever had. The both oft hem didn´t speak to each other. Y/N couldn´t stand being in his presence right now; she only did so when they had breakfast before school, but only because of Jack, though the young boy could sense that something was wrong between the both of them. But Y/N also knew that the last thing she said to her Dad wasn´t okay as well. Nobody deserved to get told something like this and she felt horrible because of this. Yes, she missed her Mom´s and at the beginning, she blamed her Dad for what happened with Foyet. It had took her a while to understand that it wasn´t his fault and that he too lost someone very important. To wish him death just because he didn´t come to a stupid cheer comp wasn´t right, but yet again, Y/N wasn´t ready to forgive her Dad just like that.

The Hotchner´s just finished having breakfast when Jack grabbed Y/N by the arm.

„Y/N? Are you okay?“, he asked, looking up to his sister with sad eyes.

„Yeah…I´m fine. Why?“, she answered confused.

„Because you barely speak to us anymore and you just seem different.“

Y/N inwardly sighed and gave her brother the best smile she could bring up.

„I´m sorry buddy. I´m just…not really in a good mood. School is kicking my ass and I did something I´m not really proud of.“

„I´m sorry Y/N/N.“, Jack whispered as he hugged his sister tightly at which Y/N almost started to cry right there and then. He was so pure and innocent. She wished she could see life again through the eyes of a child.

When they let go of each other, Y/N grabbed her bag and went straight out of the door, only turning around to wave to her little brother and then she was gone.

„Daddy?“, Jack asked as he turned towards his Dad.

„Yeah, buddy?“

„You need to fix whatever happened. You´re the superhero. Fix it.“, and with that Jack got up as well, running up to his room.

If it only was that easy.

„Hey Mom! Wow…it´s been a while since I´ve been here. I still think it´s weird to talk to you because all I see it this stone and some flowers but here we go.“, Y/N said as she placed down new flower she brought on her way to the cementery and than sat down next to the headstone. The young girl leant against it as she looked up into the sky. When she walked out the door this morning, she didn´t really have the intention to go to school. She needed a time out. So she decided to visit her Mom and get whatever was bothering her off her chest.

„I-I messed up Mom. Big time. I don´t know if I can fix this. I was just so angry and I said some hurtful things to Dad. I was just so furious that he didn´t keep his promise and put his job before me. And then, I just told him, straight in the face, that he should trade places with you. What kind of a daughter am I? I´m horrible.“, Y/N explained as tears ran down her cheeks, „I was hurting and still am. But I was so ridiculous. Really. I just….I miss you Mom. I miss you being here with us. I don´t know what to do most oft he times. I´m just so lost I guess. I still haven´t found my place after everything that happened and it´s been five years. It´s not Dad´s fault that he´s always so busy, but sometimes it just feels like that he doesn´t even care about us anymore. Like, I´m more at Jess´ place than I am in my own home. I just want things to go back to normal. But how do I do this? How do I fix this big mess?“

„Y/N hasn´t spoken to me in over 4 days now and I think she won´t talk to me any time soon.“, Aaron sighed as he rubbed his face with his left hand, „I really messed up Dave.“

„Aaron, it wasn´t you´re fault that.“, Rossi started but got interrupted by the Unit Chief.

„Yes, Dave, it was. I promised my daughter to be there for her when she needed me and I broke this promise…again. How can she ever trust my words again? I´m her father for god´s sake.“

„But you´re also human, and human´s make mistakes. No one is perfect. It happens. You should just talk to eachother.“

„Last time we did that she ended up sobbing and wishing that I trade places with Hayley and to be honest, I sometimes question if..“

„Now stop right there, would you? We all know that she said that because she was mad and furious and that she actually didn´t mean this. So don´t put too much meaning into it. Here´s what´s going to happen tonight. You´re gonna leave this place at 3pm today to pick up your kids from school and then you sit down and have a nice long talk with your daughter..“

„How am I supposed to do that when she won´t even look at me?“

Right when Rossi was about to answer, Hotch´s phone rang and groaning inwardly, he picked it up.

„Hotchner? Yeah…that´s correct. What? Okay, thanks for informing me. I will look into it and get back to you. Thanks for letting me know. Bye.“, and with that he hung up again.

„What was that about?“, Rossi wanted to know.

„This was Y/N´s school. She hasn´t been attending classes today. Infact, no one heard from her all morning and since she or me didn´t call in sick for her, they called me and wanted to let me know.“

„I bet there is a simple explaination for that. She´s a teenager, going through a whirlwind of emotions right now.“

„I´m gonna call her. And then Garcia should track her phone.“, Aaron said as he picked up his phone and dialed the number of his eldest child. But nothing.

„She´s not answering. What if..“, Hotch started to panic. This couldn´t be it. This fight couldn´t be the last talk they every had. Where was she?

„Aaron, calm down.“

„I´m gonna calm down when I´ll know where my daughter is and..:“, and yet again, the two agents got interrupted by a know on the door.

„Come in!“, Hotch screamed and was greeted by JJ in the door. „Hey Hotch. You have a visitor.“, the blonde agent said and with that, she stepped aside revealing Y/N.

„Y/N…omg.“, the agent said as he stood up to go and hug his daughter who didn´t fight the embrace, „I was so concerned. The school just called and said that..“

„I wasn´t there. I was with Mom.“, Y/N whispered as she looked down on the floor.

Rossi and JJ slowly made their way out of the office to give the two oft hem some privacy.

„Y/N…I-I´m…“, Aaron started, but got interrupted by his daughter who started to sob and hug him hard.

„I´m so sorry Dad. I didn´t mean what I was saying. I-I was just s-so mad at you because you weren´t there a-and..“, she took a shaky breath, „what I said was mean and hurtful and not okay..and i´m so sorry. I feel so bad for it and I wanted to apologize.“

„Shhhhh, honey. No, it´s okay. You had every right to me angry at me. If all, it should be me apologizing to you. I´m so sorry that i disappointed you again. I really didn´t mean to do so, but everything just got a little to stressful and I´m just lost…you know. I mean, it´s been 5 years already, but I´m still not cut out to be a single father. And I-I don´t know. I´m really really sorry….“, Aaron apologized and also had a few tears in his eyes.

„Guess we´re both just a little lost in life.“, Y/N laughed and wiped her tears away, stepping back from her Dad.

„Maybe…but I´m gonna work on it. I´m gonna work on myself. For you guys. I care about you. I love you both. You´re my life, my everything. I need you guys. Please, give me a second chance.“

Y/N smiled up at her father, before speaking again: „I know you do and I´m sorry for thinking otherwise. Guess we both have to work on ourselves, huh?“

Hotch smiled down at his daughter and engulfed her in another hug: „I love you, Y/N/N. Always.“

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finnofamerica · 6 years

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I'll Be Here - Race Higgins x Reader

Hey if you’re still doing requests could you do 49 with Racetrack? Maybe him being really protective??“I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Trigger Warning: There's mentions of emotional/mental abuse, as well as cheating an a Physical fight

Word Count: 1111

|| Masterlist || 》Angst/Fluff《

Race watch you as you bounced over to your boyfriend's car. You were his friend - maybe even one of his closest, you shared nearly every class and he enjoyed talking to you, especially at one of his friends parties. He should be happy for you, but for some godforsaken reason the sight of you left him uneasy.

Cole was the perfect fake. For the first month he was everything you ever wanted; he was respectful, the perfect gentleman. He took you out on cute dates, participated in your events and supported you. Then, sometime in the middle of month three, it was like he pulled a 180. Where he once would go to your events to support you, he was now too busy. When he once called you beautiful and gorgeous, he now called you terrible names, claiming you couldn't live without him. When your friends asked you why you weren't feeling well or noticing his absence, you claimed that you were fine and just going through a rough patch.

Watching you slowly deteriorate, for Race, was like watching his own mother suffocate. He was watching someone he cared about slowly just become an empty husk of who they used to be. The light was lost in your eyes and you barely wanted to eat. It was torture. Race soon had come to loathe every baseball practice, he loathed seeing you sit on the bleachers watching Cole only for him to barely acknowledging you.

Race was the last off the field, as team captain he liked to gather any loose equipment like abandoned helmets or stray baseballs. He froze in his tracks when he heard your name float out from the side of the bleachers.

“So man, you hit that?” One of the guys asked.

“That bitch wouldn't put out, so I found one that would.” Cole laughed, there was no mistaking that voice anywhere. “Don't worry, I'm keeping Y/n until she does finally give it up.”

Race was seeing red. He couldn't even remember throwing the first punch, but he remembered screaming, cursing Cole out, and he would never forget what it felt like to get soaked by Cole and his friend. He laid there long after they were gone, mentally and physically preparing for what he was about to do.

He dragged himself through the near empty hallways of the school, out the front doors to his car. Where he sat, head against the steering wheel, hoping he didn't look as bad as he felt. Taking another twenty minutes until he finally started the car and headed to your place.

You would for sure be there, band practice ended a half an hour before baseball and you wouldn't have plans tonight, not with Cole anyway.

Race’s suspicions were correct, you were home.

“God, Race, what happened?!” You practically cried the second you saw his bruised and bloodied face.

“You need to end it with him,” Race said instead of answering your question, his hands tightly bunched in his baseball shirt.

“D-did Cole do this?” You carefully ghosted your fingers

“Yes, but that's not the point. He's been cheating on you, Y/n! He sure as hell don't treat you right! Ain't nobody deserve to be treated like garbage! Like they're nothin’ but a piece of meat!” He raved, his anger finally falling away as he saw the tears streaming down your face. You quietly dragged him inside to your room, sitting him awkwardly on the edge if your bed. He frowned at the floor in the couple of minutes that it took you to leave the room and come back again. You dropped to your knees in front of him, tenderly lifting a damp rag to his face, apologizing ever time he hissed in pain.

“He calls me names,” You finally admitted. “He says I'm no good for anybody else and that he's the only one who wants me.”

“He's a liar,” Race hissed.

“I know. The worst part is, is that I know that and I still can't bring myself to leave him.” You bowed your head, fresh tears pricking at your eyes. Race lifted your head so you'd look at him.

“I'm gonna be here,” he promised, “Anytime you need me, I'll be here.”

You broke up with Cole the next morning, Race by your side just in case Cole tried to hit you too. Cole couldn't hit you, not in public, instead he punched the locker and called you even worse names.

Three months later, Race had an even worse dilemma. He had finally identified that uneasy feeling that had settled in his stomach when you and Cole had first gotten together. Jealousy; the untamed rage monster that ruins all good things. Race had been jealous because, at the time, he had a crush on you. Now, now it was so much worse. He couldn't get you out if his head. He was in love with your smile, the light in your eyes, your passion. He was in love with you.

Much like three months ago, Race was standing on your stoop. This time, instead of it being right around dinner time, it was nearly ten o'clock at night and your family must've already been in bed. He anxiously chewed on a toothpick as he waited for you to answer the door.

“Race,” You yawned as you opened the door, checking the time on your phone, “Its 9:57.”

“I know, but Y/n, I can't stop thinking about you. I'm so fucking in love with you that it's terrifying, and I'm so worried that Cole is gonna try to hurt you. I'm scared that the second I leave somewhere, he's gonna come and hurt you.” Race said in rapid fire, causing you to freeze for a minute while you processed his words.

“Race, he won't hurt me.” You stepped forward, taking his fidgety hands into yours. “I'm safe.”

He stared at your connected hands, squeezing them like he couldn't believe you were real.

“And,” You took another step closer, “I'm very appreciative that you gave me enough space to heal. I love you too, Race.”

Race pulled you into the tightest bear hug, all his worries slowly easing with your warmth.

“Race,” You wheezed, “You're crushing me.”

“Oh, sorry,” He released you, relishing in the smile on your face. “I guess, I,uh, should probably head home.”

“Race?” You called from your doorstep as he walked away.

“Yeah?” He spun to look at you.

“I'll see you tomorrow?”

“I'll be here.”

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misssophiachase · 6 years

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Can you write a Peter Kavinsky hot tub scene with Klaroline?

Hey! Thanks anon and Happy Holidays! I really loved this scene in the movie. I’ve changed it though and put a Klaroline/Christmas spin on it. The title and italicised lyrics are from the song playing during the hot tub scene in TATBILB, which I’m sure you already know.

Lovers

25 December - Aspen, Colorado - 1:03am

I’m in the dark….

“All by yourself, huh?” Caroline murmured, making her presence known. She wasn’t quite sure how long she’d been standing inside at the window watching him from afar but Caroline was fairly certain it might constitute stalking to some.

If anyone caught her she’d say it was all his fault.

And it was.

She was pretty sure anyway.

She’d been unable to sleep, his crimson lips taunting her every time she closed her eyes. As if it was bad enough he haunted her during the day she also had to contend with his unwanted presence at night.

“You say that like you’re surprised or something, Forbes,” he replied stoically, his eyes focused on the small ripples forming on the surface of the hot tub.

“Well…”

“You are unbelievable,” he growled, slicing his hands through the water and disturbing the ripples he’d apparently been so captivated by moments earlier. “Who else would I be with?”

“I don’t know,” she began. “The waitress at dinner could barely keep her eyes or hands off you.”

“Sounds like someone was also distracted,” he shot back, a slight grin tugging at his lips but it was gone before she could admire just how much it brought out those disarming dimples.

“Well, it was a little hard not to notice,” she baulked.

And it was.

Caroline could barely contain herself during dinner but decided to blame the foreign feelings on indigestion. Now she wasn’t so sure.

“You realise you’re not my girlfriend, right? I don’t answer to you.” He asked, his blue eyes finally meeting hers. Although it was dark, the lights emanating from the hot tub couldn’t hide his frustration.

“Trust me, I’m aware,” she huffed. “And for that I am grateful. It’s difficult enough having to pretend with such an egotistical, arrogant jerk.”

“Say what you really think,” he muttered.

Caroline couldn’t miss the hurt registering on his face but only for a split second. Klaus Mikaelson could be so frustrating but there were moments. albeit brief, she would catch a quick glimpse into some hidden world where he wasn’t the arrogant jock he purported to be at college.

October 31st - Stanford College, California - 9:59pm

She remembered the first time they met like it was yesterday. Two years her senior, Klaus was well-known around college, almost as much for his womanising ways, as head of fraternity Alpha Delta Phi.

Caroline had pledged Beta Sigma Phi not knowing just how connected the two organisations were. It was Halloween and Caroline had found herself at their fraternity celebrations, mainly because her best friend Katherine had forced her to attend.

She was actively trying to avoid Stefan Salvatore, a guy from her English class who’d taken a rather unhealthy likening towards her. He was part of Alpha Delta Phi and this was the last place she wanted to be. Tightening her white feathered mask, Caroline was happy to be at least partially disguised to avoid detection.

Katherine had disappeared to get some punch but she’d been taking her sweet time returning, no doubt flirting with someone. Caroline found herself distracted by some artwork on the nearby wall.

It was gorgeous. An array of abstract dark blues and greys. Upon first glance it seemed angst filled and dark but there were a few, brief white and silver touches that signified something completely different.

“Do you like it?” A voice asked behind her. It was low and gravelly over the loud music, his breath tickling the hairs on the back of her neck and making her shiver.

“It’s complex,” she murmured. “So many layers, so many emotions.” Caroline didn’t consider herself an art expert but she knew what she liked and this was it.

“How so?”

“The artist,” she began, wondering briefly why she was conversing with a complete stranger she hadn’t even seen but found herself too lost in the painting to stop. “They’re drowning in fear and sadness, but these lighter colours show they aren’t completely lost. There is hope buried amongst all the despair.”

There was a long silence, Caroline almost worried she’d interpreted it wrong and the stranger was preparing to argue with her assessment.

“Caroline, is that you?” Unlike the stranger, that was a voice she knew and dreaded at the same time.

“Stefan,” she groaned, trying to sound like she cared but failing miserably. She could still feel the stranger behind her wondering what he was thinking right now. “You’re here.”

“Well, of course it is an Alpha Delta Phi party. I’m so glad you came, it feels like I haven’t seen you in ages.” If by ages he meant spying on her from behind a tree yesterday afternoon in the quad.

“I’ve been busy,” she lied. “With homework and…”

“Me,” the stranger finally spoke again, now coming into view. Of course he was dressed as the devil to her angel. Rather than being weirded out she was actually relieved he’d stepped in, whoever Lucifer was.

“Yes, we’ve been seeing quite a bit of each other actually,” Caroline babbled, wondering how her night had taken such a turn. “We even wore matching costumes for the occasion, isn’t it cute? He just loves that kind of thing.”

By the way he stiffened against her, Caroline could tell matching costumes wasn’t really his thing. But he did start it.

“You and…” Stefan baulked, his surprise not lost on Caroline.

“Yes,” she confirmed, wondering briefly why he was so shocked but not caring as she pulled him closer for a kiss. Might as well make this believable.

She’d noticed those crimson lips under his mask but never imagined they’d feel so supple. The stranger was still at first letting her do all the work as her tongue ran along his upper lip. The least he could do was play along, she thought.

But it didn’t take long before he opened his mouth slowly welcoming her tongue and intertwining it with his. He tasted like a combination of whiskey and mint and she only registered that he’d dipped her backwards when he finally pulled away.

She could make out his blue eyes filled with something unrecognisable as he pulled her back up to full standing mode. Given the fact her legs felt like jelly she was glad his arms were still firmly fastened around her waist. But if Caroline was being honest holding her balance wasn’t the sole reason for that.

They held each other’s gaze before he let her go and lifted his mask. It took all her composure not to lose it. It was Klaus Mikaelson of all people and she’d just unwittingly thrown herself at the egotistical idiot like one of his many sycophants.

“You’re welcome, love,” he smirked, those dimples making an untimely appearance.

“Excuse me?” She insisted, deciding she had nothing to be grateful for, well except maybe for Stefan’s hurried exit.

“It’s only a snowflake by the way,” he offered pointing to the artwork in question on the nearby wall.

“Is your interpretation really that literal?”

“I suppose it is,” he murmured, a brief frown creasing his forehead before walking away, leaving Caroline open mouthed.

“Roomie,” Katherine squealed excitedly as she approached. “You’ll never guess what happened to me.”

“It can’t be as crazy as what happened to me,” she mumbled taking the plastic cup from her friend’s outstretched hand and downing it in one go. “I’m going to need more drinks to get through this party.”

13 hours later….Beta Sigma Phi House

“Go away,” Caroline groaned, trying to appease the excruciating headache the incessant knocking was causing.

“I can’t do that,” Katherine shot back, throwing open the door and jumping onto her bed like an excitable child on Christmas. “He’s here to see you!”

“Katherine,” she whined, throwing the pillow over her head and trying to ignore the pain ripping through her cranium. “I don’t care.”

“You’ll care when you know who it is,” she chuckled. “The whole house is in a frenzy.”

“Great, let them greet this mystery guest that I have no interest in seeing in my current state.”

“Care,” Katherine chided, peeling away the pillow and throwing off the covers. “You must have made a real impression on Klaus Mikaelson for him to show up here.”

“Klaus Mikaelson?” She asked, suddenly somewhat conscious. “What does he want?”

“Well, how about you stop whining, change into something much more attractive than these ghastly, flannel pyjamas and get your ass downstairs,” she insisted. “He usually loses interest in a girl the moment after he’s kissed her but you must have made an impression.”

“Oh wow, my mission in life,” she growled. “To be of interest to the biggest, womaniser on campus.”

“Stop with all the compliments, love, you’re embarrassing me,” another voice offered from the doorway. She buried her head in the pillow as the previous night came back in all its weird glory.

Caroline felt the mattress bounce, realising Katherine had left her with the smug idiot. She was going to have words with her supposed best friend later. She sat up, albeit reluctantly, noticing that her hair was sticking up in different directions and had taken on a bed-like appearance and not the sexy type.

She took a moment to focus on the intruder, all sexy in dark jeans and a grey henley, no signs of a hangover in sight. Bastard. Meanwhile she was clothed in her most unattractive but equally warm she would argue, red tartan.

“What do you want?” She asked, deciding that in her current state she needed to get to the point before a bathroom visit was necessary.

“Now, that’s not the way to talk to the person who saved you from your clingy, ex-boyfriend.”

“He’d have to have been my boyfriend for that ever to be true,” she grumbled. “And you didn’t save anyone, I’m more than capable of doing that on my own.”

“Fine,” he agreed. “I’ll accept your version of events, Forbes.”

“Says literal Mr Snowflake,” she shot back remembering his close minded interpretation of the painting. “What do you want, except ruining my sleep patterns?”

“I have a mutually beneficial proposal for you, love.”

Looking back Caroline realised it was the most stupid thing she’d ever agreed to given the fake endearment that accompanied it, but decided to blame it on the fact she was probably still drunk.

Present Day

Show a little loving…

“Why am I here, Klaus?” She asked shyly, making her way towards the edge of the hot tub. “Really.”

When they made their arrangement it was designed to deter Stefan and any unwanted girls that swarmed around him on a daily basis.

Caroline had been surprised given she assumed he loved all the attention. But as soon as they shook on their deal the only person he seemed to want to swarm around him was her. And Caroline was struggling not to like being in his constant presence.

It was as if they got each other but Klaus still remained a little distant. When he invited her home for Christmas at his families ski chalet in Aspen, Caroline was confused given the terms of the arrangement. However for some reason she’d said yes.

But meeting the Mikaelson family yesterday had been confronting to say the least. Mikael was a dictatorial, judgmental father who didn’t think anything Klaus did was good enough. Esther, while being kind for the most part, just let her husband behave that way.

His siblings Elijah, Rebekah and Kol, she noted, were all similar to Klaus; cocky and apparently immune to their parent’s treatment. Although Caroline could see straight through them all. She was frustrated, wondering why Klaus didn’t bite back, why none of them did.

Dinner at the nearby restaurant last night had been the final straw, watching as the waitress shamelessly flirted with her supposed boyfriend. Caroline had told herself numerous times that she didn’t care but standing here in the darkness it was all too much to deny.

Klaus hesitated for a moment his glance now returning towards the water. For a guy who was usually so self-assured he was having a lot of trouble making eye contact. Caroline didn’t stop to think, just removed her coat and waded into the water in only her white nightie.

She decided to address the fact that her nightie would be completely see through later.

She could see him inhale sharply while his eyes traced every inch of her body as she submerged herself in the hot tub. There was no chance of him avoiding her gaze now and their connection was as intense as ever through the steam rising up from the water.

“I know you’re a stubborn ass but talk to me,” she insisted. “It’s just you and me.”

“I didn’t get to give you your Christmas present yet,” he murmured, reaching outside the tub and producing a brightly coloured, wrapped gift.

“You didn’t have to…”

“But I wanted to, Caroline,” he smiled. “It might also explain a few things.” Reaching for it and tearing away the paper, Caroline recognised it straight away.

“You gave me a snowflake,” she asked, her eyebrows raised curiously.

“It’s not a snowflake turns out,” he admitted sheepishly.

“You don’t say,” she teased, taking in the painting she’d fallen in love with all those months ago at his frat house.

“Everything you said that night it just hit me,” he explained. “You saw everything; every stroke and every emotion I poured onto the canvas. I was happy but also scared that you noticed and interpreted all my vulnerabilities.

“The fear and sadness…”

“My father has never hidden the fact I’m a disappointment,” Klaus shared, his voice breaking slightly. “I’ve worked my ass off to be what he expects but apparently it will never be enough.”

“And the light?” Caroline asked purposefully changing the subject as she traced the silver and white streaks. He didn’t respond immediately. Caroline, meanwhile, placed the painting on the side of the hot tub then made her way towards him.

Shine a little light on me….

“I knew there was something on the other side but it wasn’t until I met you that night everything finally made sense,” he murmured, pulling her closer so that she was straddling him and snaked his arms around her waist. “You get me, Caroline Forbes. All of me.”

“Is that so?” She teased, running her hands along his toned shoulder blades and revelling in the feeling of his bare skin against her touch.

“That is so,” he grinned, nuzzling his nose against hers.

“Hang on,” she replied, pulling away abruptly from his warm embrace. “You tricked me, Mikaelson?”

“Well…”

“You only made this deal because…”

“Because I am utterly and ridiculously in love with you, Forbes,” he smiled, pulling her closer. “Even before we kissed I was a goner.”

“Well, I do have a certain irresistible appeal,” she giggled. “But just so you know I sometimes speak without thinking. And now that you’re my boyfriend….”

“I am?”

“Don’t tease me,” she groaned, pulling him closer so their lips were within inches of each other. “I might feel the need to tell your father what an ass he is over Christmas lunch, just a warning.”

“Just another reason I love you,” he feathered kisses along her jawbone, Caroline losing herself in the sensations it was causing below.

“Oh and while I’m admitting things,” she began, pulling back again and gazing into his eyes. “My nightie is probably see through by now.”

“You’re killing me, Forbes,” he groaned, his hands moving lower and pulling her flush against his body. And suddenly nothing or no one else mattered now they were finally in each other’s arms.

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tngrayson · 6 years

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Clueless

A/N: Written based on the request below. My ask box is almost empty now, so feel free to send in more requests for the Punisher, Daredevil (I’m ready to try my hand at Matt x Reader), and Supernatural. This is unedited (aside from some proofreading). I just started writing and hit submit when I finished, so apologies for any major mistakes. Hope you like it, Anon. I know it took forever.

Request: “Hi I Realllllly love your fics! May I request a angsty and fluffy Frank Castle x reader oneshot where the reader is Frank’s best friend and they have feelings for each other but she thought Frank was in love with Karen so she didn’t take any actions? Maybe take place during or after tps?”

Pairing: Frank Castle x Reader

Word count:1000

Warnings: Angst if you squint, little bit of fluff

“I’m back!” you called out after using your key to let yourself into Franks apartment. It had been a daunting task. Frank hadn’t answered the phone when you called for help, and the building's elevator was broken, so you had to take the stairs up to his place with your arms full of groceries. “Not like I needed help or anything,” you mumbled to yourself, placing the bags on the table.

Frank hadn’t exactly asked you to do his grocery shopping for him, it was more like you insisted after he mentioned not having a fully stocked first aid kit—which you also replaced. The two of you had been best friends—or the closest thing Frank had to a best friend—for almost two years now. You’d only started noticing your feelings for him in the past few months. One near death experience after another kinda gives a girl some perspective.

You wanted to tell him; at least to get it off your chest, but when you finally mustered up the courage, Karen kept showing up. She was sweet enough; helping out where she could. Her heart was definitely in the right place when it came to Frank, which you admired, but things got complicated when you noticed how she looked at him like he was the only thing keeping her tethered to the ground sometimes. It was even worse when you saw Frank giving her the same looks from time to time. Bummer.

“Hey, Y/N! Do you need help with any of this?” Karen asked, startling you from your thoughts. She hadn’t been here when you left a little over an hour ago. You fixed your face with a smile and turned to greet her. That smile quickly faded as you saw that she had come from Frank’s room and he was stretching a tank top over his muscles.

“Hey, Karen. No, I think I’ve got it from here, thanks.”

“Alright, well, I’m heading out. Journalism calls,” she said. “I’ll see you later.”

“You’re leaving already?” you asked, genuinely curious. She couldn’t have been here long.

“Yeah, I was just stopping by to check on Frank.”

“Oh, alright. I’ll see you later, Karen,” you replied as she made her way out of the apartment.

You let out an audible breath as you began putting away the groceries. Frank appeared beside you, putting away things that went in the cabinets you couldn’t reach. You could see him wince as he brought his arm back down.

“I’ve got this, you know,” you explained. “I’ll just stand in a chair or something.”

Frank laughed, but you could see that causing him some pain too.

“You look like shit, Frank.”

“Yeah, I kinda feel like shit,” he mused.

“So, sit your ass down.”

Frank frowned. “Nah. You’ve been doing a lot for me lately. Least I can do is help.”

You shrugged, giving up on the unwinnable argument.

‘Now or never,’ you thought to yourself. “You know, I can practically hear wedding bells.” You held your breath while thought about what you were saying.

“What, with Karen?” Frank made a face, shaking his head ‘no’ and quickly brushing off the idea. “Still pissed at me, I think.”

“For someone who’s pissed at you, she’s been by pretty often.”

“She just wants to make sure I’m healed up before I go on any more killing sprees,” Frank joked. The weird thing about Frank was that there was a certain amount of truth to that statement. “Sounds a lot like someone else I know.”

“Hey, until a few days ago, half your face was still purple, give me a break. You’re looking a lot better by the way,” you said, keeping yourself busy putting away things in the kitchen.

Frank was silent for a long while, he had taken a break to lean against the counter and watch as you made your way back and forth in the kitchen; handing you things here and there as you started on dinner. “You know, me and Karen…there’s nothing there, Y/N.”

“What?”

“There’s no wedding bells… ‘case you were wondering.”

Well, that was unexpected. You had considered that conversation dropped a while ago. “Okay.”

Frank cleared his throat, “There is this other woman though.”

“Oh, yeah?” You engaged him, trying to keep the conversation objective and light.

“Yeah. She’s smart, sweet,” Frank paused for a moment, smiling at the thought of the woman. “…pretty god damn clueless though.”

“Frank!” you reprimanded, punching his arm; completely forgetting that he was still sore. You apologized when you saw a flash of pain make its way across his face. If you hadn’t been looking, you would have missed it completely.

“Hey,” he said, rubbing his arm. “I’ve been trying to tell her how I feel for months, but it’s like that shit goes in one ear and out the other.”

Your heart sank. This whole time you’d been so jealous of Karen and how you thought Frank felt about her that you didn’t even notice him pining over someone else entirely for the past few months. She must be some catch to get Frank’s attention.

“Hm. Since whatever you’re doing isn’t working, maybe you should be more straightforward with her.” You bit your lip, keeping your eyes focused on the stovetop in front of you. “Kiss her.”

“What?”

“I mean, not if you don’t think that would fly with her, obviously. Don’t assault the woman or anything, but if the moment is right-”

Frank reached out to you, cupping your chin and gently turning your face to press his lips to yours. Your hands came up to rest on his broad chest and he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer for a moment before breaking the kiss.

“Oh,” you whispered, getting lost in his eyes.

“Oh?”

You leaned your head forward, resting it on his chest. “I guess I am pretty god damn clueless.”

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a-mad-scientist-approaches · 7 years

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The Cipher Conspiracy (1)

Another fic! What is this!

I had a massive brainwave some time ago, and this is what happened. A Gravity Falls Spy AU.

I don’t know if the Spy AU in general belongs to anyone, let me know if it does, but this was kickstarted by @hntrgurl13‘s version (with a few changes, sorry, sorry) and that one story anon. My imagination was CAPTURED, I tell you.

Adeline Marks is @hntrgurl13‘s marvellous OC, and the Addiford ship belongs to @scipunk63.

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Chapter 1: Numero Uno

Sacramento, California (USA) ∆

Stanley Pines knocked briefly on the office door before making his way inside and sitting familiarly in a chair. Not the comfy swivel chair behind the desk. That hadn’t been appreciated when he’d tried it.

“I’m finished for the day,” he said, stretching his arms out behind his head.

“Must be nice,” huffed Senior Special Agent Carla McCorkle of the FBI from over at her filing cabinet.

Oh. One of those days.

“Case not going well?”

“It would be, if one of these idiots could get me the right information, and not lead me on a wild goose chase TO THE PIZZA PARLOUR!” she finished in a shout, turning to direct it across the hall at the office opposite hers. A muffled (and maybe English-accented?) yell answered her, but the words couldn’t be discerned. Although Stan was pretty sure they weren’t polite.

He frowned. “You need me to teach that guy a lesson?”

“Believe me, I already did,” Carla flashed a malevolent grin and walked past him back to her desk.

“That’s my girl!” He took the opportunity to pat her butt. Instantly, she whipped around and gave him a death glare that made him quail. “Okay! Okay! Sorry!”

Not the time. Got it.

A tower of files was dumped on the desk, enough to obscure Carla when she sat down in the coveted swivel chair. Not for the first time, Stan was immensely glad that he had never completed the FBI training course. Best to leave the paperwork to people who actually had the patience to get through it, like Carla, or Fo-

“Y’know, we were getting so close. What the hell happened? Suddenly we can’t gain an inch on these guys!”

“These guys being the-” Stan stood up and looked at the name on the topmost file – “Cipher Wheel?”

“Yep. Whoever’s running the show goes by Bill Cipher, according to rumour. We don’t have anything concrete to back that up, though,”

“Well, I’m sure you’ll figure it out,” Stan said easily. Carla grunted unhappily.

Time to break out the big guns, he decided.

He stepped between Carla and the desk, the chair rolling backwards. She didn’t look happy to have her work interrupted, but Stan was confident that that would change soon.

“I have a present for you,” he told her, putting his hands on the chair’s armrests.

“Pines,” she warned.

“You’ll enjoy it, I promise,”

“We’re at the FBI!”

He leaned closer. Before she could threaten to eject him from the building, he shoved a hand in his jacket pocket and brought out a white-petalled flower. While she stared at it, he tried to keep the smugness off his face.

“You lost your other one,” he shrugged, by way of explanation.

For the first time since she’d gotten to work, Carla laughed slightly.

Mission accomplished.

She took the flower and kissed him gently. “See you back home?”

“You know it, babe,”

As he was leaving, Stan gave a mock salute and said, “Until tomorrow, Special Agent McCorkle,”

“That’s Senior Special Agent McCorkle, Mr Pines,”

When Carla made it back to their apartment (a full three hours later than himself), she had the flower tucked behind her ear.

Manhattan, New York (USA) ∆

“Fidds, what the hell happened?” Agent Adeline Marks stared in shock at her partner, who was covered from head to toe in muck. His normally green suit was completely brown and black.

With as much dignity as he could muster, Agent Fiddleford McGucket took off his glasses and wiped them clean, then placed them back on his long nose. “I’ve just crawled through five hundred heckin’ metres of basement to fix our gosh-darn processin’ system, and I don’t think it was worth it,”

Addi stared at him pityingly for a moment. “You could have waited for the clean-up crew to get rid of the mess down there,”

“I was getting frustrated, and I wasn’t sure they weren’t goin’ to reschedule again.” He sighed. “They wouldn’t keep doin’ that if they knew what our building was a cover for.”

Addi nodded, and Fiddleford knew she was wistfully reminiscing of the prioritisation they had had before their branch was supposedly shut down.

“Well anyway, you know we’ve got a meeting now? I think it’s a new assignment,” she said.

Fiddleford groaned as he looked down at himself, and then back at the mud trail he had left coming through the elevator doors. It had definitely not been worth it. A passing agent slipped in the tracks, papers flying everywhere.

“Alrighty, let’s get this over with,” Quickly, so I can have a shower.

They headed up to their boss’s floor.

Sacramento, California (USA) ∆

“Hope you like fish! It’s all we had,” called Stan from the stove as Carla dumped her bag on the couch.

“Smells great,” she said in relief, wrapping her arms around him from behind and burying her head in the crook of his neck.

“Geez, you really need a holiday,” said Stan, knowing what the answer would be.

“Not until the case is done,” she mumbled.

“And then you gotta promise you’ll give it a rest for a while,”

“You betcha. I am so sick of these hours,”

They stayed like that for a little while, until Stan noticed the fish was burning. As he hurriedly took it off the heat and waved away the smoke, Carla sat down at the kitchen table and examined their mail.

“Bills, neighbours having a party tomorrow, more bills – huh. A postcard,”

“Well, I don’t have any friends – any who want to contact me anyway – and all yours live around here. So who’s it from?” Stan set a plate down in front of her.

“Doesn’t say, exactly.” She looked up at him curiously. “Take a look.” She passed it over as he sat down on the opposite side of the table.

The postcard showed a forest and a cliff-face with a waterfall running down it. In big orange and green block letters, the words ‘Gravity Falls’ were emblazoned across it.

“Never heard of it,” said Stan, and turned it over. He almost dropped it in shock. As Carla had said, there was no address, no message, not even a name. There was a drawing. A hand. A six-fingered hand.

He looked up at Carla. “Ford?”

“It looks like it,” she nodded, clasping her hands in front of her face. “It’s been, what, five years?”

Stan took a deep breath. “I – I’ve gotta-” He stood up and ran his hands through his hair, staring between her and the postcard helplessly.

“Yeah I know! Go!” Carla said, smiling widely and standing up as well. “Come on, you have to pack!”

Stan laughed incredulously as they raced to the bedroom. He was feeling simultaneously scared and overjoyed. Before Carla could extract his suitcase, he pulled her in for a hard kiss and hugged her tightly.

“I’ll be back as soon as I can,”

“No, it’s okay, take your time. I think you’ll need to. He wouldn’t have contacted you unless he needed something,”

Well, that hurt. But she was right. It wasn’t Ford’s fault, not really, and truth be told they hadn’t exactly parted on the best of terms. He should be glad he was getting to see his brother at all.

“I should probably bring some cereal,”

“Good idea,”

Manhattan, New York (USA) ∆

The Oracle Division had been created for the sole purpose of finding and eliminating the worldwide threat posed by an organisation known as the Cipher Wheel. The only problem was, as they soon found, no one had ever knowingly encountered an agent of this organisation. No one had ever admitted to having dealings with the organisation, even through a middle-man. There wasn’t even any evidence to back up the rumour that the head of the organisation’s name was Bill Cipher. So far, the only thing that the agency had managed to collect was a wide variety of symbols that the criminal underground had used in connection with the Cipher Wheel. Of course, they had so far led nowhere. Still, the government maintained that it existed.

So, due to the extreme lack of work available for the Oracle Division, it was a very small agency, and until anything to do with the Cipher Wheel was brought to their attention it was assigned other cases for efficiency purposes. Furthermore, as the Oracle Division was classified in an ultra-top-secret manner, it had to be hidden. Thus, why it had recently been relocated to a tiny five-storey building in Manhattan.

Adeline reflected on this as Fiddleford knocked on their director’s door. It was still surreal knowing they were the only field operatives in the whole agency.

“Come in,”

They entered.

“Well, agents, I’m sure you know – Fiddleford, are you okay?”

Fiddleford dripped onto the carpet. “Sorry ma’am, I was seein’ to the processing system,”

“Well, you have my thanks. It really did need something done for it. You’ll be hailed as a hero tomorrow.” The director smiled. “I’ll make this quick so you can go clean yourself up.”

“Thank you,” Fiddleford sighed.

“As I was saying, I’m sure you’ve guessed why you’re here,”

“You have a mission for us,” Addi said.

“Correct.” The tall, dark-skinned woman stood up from behind her desk and turned on a projector. An image of a bemused-looking woman appeared on the blank stretch of wall.

“This is Dr Jane Hansen. She is a chemist who has developed a new material with extraordinary refractive, reflective, and focal properties, called shimmern. This could be used to revolutionise the technological industry, for instance providing greater laser capabilities, enhancing computer operations, and creating a far cheaper way to manufacture stealth products.” The director nodded approvingly at Addi and Fiddleford’s raised eyebrows.

“Dr Hansen, however, is a very gentle soul who has insisted on using the only existing sample to create a fabulous piece of jewellery for her wife, which made our superiors rather frustrated,” the director said with a small smile.

The image changed to show a photo of Dr Hansen in her house, presenting a glittery, tear-shaped pendant on a silver chain to another woman. The picture was taken through the leaves of a bush.

“Aww,” said Addi. It was a very sweet scene, captured forever in an ethically questionable manner. “So, you want us to obtain that necklace?” she asked, switching back to professionalism.

“Of course. As well as the method she used to create it. We’ve been asked to hold onto it until our superiors have had a chance to study, and presumably replicate, it – as Dr Hansen has made it clear she has no interest allowing it to be used for weapons or stealth technology,” the director said with only the vaguest hint of approval.

“I assume the plans’re all stored electronically?” asked Fiddleford.

“Yes, Agent McGucket,”

“Then it’ll be an easy workday, ma’am,”

“Good to hear. Dr Hansen is planning on unveiling her creation at the Centro Congressi Giovanni XXIII Convention Centre in Italy five days from now. It will be a very classy event, so, Agent Marks, I assume you have some very classy clothes?”

Addi grinned at the director. She was looking forward to this assignment. “Of course, Jheselbraum,”

Gravity Falls, Oregon (USA) ∆

Stan walked cautiously up the stairs to the porch of 618 Gopher Road. It was a very isolated house, nestled in a forest, and yet Stan couldn’t help but feel watched. Like there were eyes pointed at him from all directions. Considering this was apparently where Ford lived, though, that wasn’t exactly surprising. He’d probably been scanned no less than eighteen times since stepping out of the car.

Trying to convince himself that everything was fine, is fine, would be fine, he knocked on the door. It was flung open instantly, and he looked down the barrel of a gun.

His hand was coming up almost as soon as the door started opening. Stan slapped it away from his face and into his other hand where he flipped it around and caught it in a two-handed grip pointing at his opponent.

Ford beamed and said, “Well done, Stanley. It’s good to see you haven’t lost your skills.” Then he stood aside as though it was perfectly normal to brandish weapons at your family members.

“I’m fine, by the way.” Stan muttered as he stepped inside. “Might’ve pissed myself, but I’m fine.”

“I assume you found my message?” asked Ford, holding out his hand for the gun, which Stan wasn’t exactly eager to return.

“You mean the one written in invisible ink on the mysterious postcard with a cryptic drawing?”

“Yes, that one,”

“Yeah Ford, I found it. Been doing that since we were kids.” Stan rolled his eyes. “But an address and ‘Please come’? You had me worried, bro.”

“I’m sorry, but there wasn’t much else I could say. I didn’t want to risk it falling into the wrong hands. By the way, you burnt that, didn’t you?”

Stan nodded. As they spoke, his eyes roamed around, taking in everything they could. Ford didn’t look like he was in any trouble. He seemed completely normal, if a bit manic, but he had been that way forever. At least he wasn’t in some deep danger like Stan had been had been fearing. Five years of silence, and then ‘Please come’? Worried was an understatement: he had almost had a heart failure.

The large room they were standing in was absolutely covered in things with Ford written all over them. Maybe even literally, if he had been indulging in the invisible ink. Technology, gadgets, weird substances in science beakers, it was all there.

Ford was looking at him oddly, with an awkward half-grin on his face like he wasn’t sure what else to say. Guess it was up to Stan to make the next move.

Crap.

He didn’t know what to do either. It was getting weird now. Should he try for a hug? No, that would make it even worse. Ford was still standing there, and now they were staring at each other. Just when Stan was on the verge of yelling “NON-SPECIFIC EXCUSE!” and making a break for it, his brother spoke up.

“So . . . you’re working for the FBI now?”

“Oh, er, you know about that?” Of course he does, it’s Ford. “And it’s more like with, not for. I’ve got connections and such, I know people. Useful for them, and I get paid when they need me, so I’m not complaining,”

Ford nodded, like this was exactly what he had wanted to hear. This is getting stranger by the minute.

“How did that happen?” This time, the question was genuinely curious, not prying for information, or confirmation, or whatever.

“Heh, well, remember Carla, from back in Glass Shard Beach? She works for ‘em now. Found me in California about four years ago, arrested me on a case, I put the moves on her,” he waggled his eyebrows and Ford snorted disbelievingly, “she couldn’t resist, and the rest is history.” Not exactly true. He’d completely fallen for her all over again as soon as she had laughed in recognition while handcuffing him. Then he’d bargained for a job and sold out his co-conspirators.

“It was surprising to learn you went back into law enforcement, or some semblance of it,” said Ford.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I just never would have expected it of you, especially after the way you gave up your training when we were both at the FBI,”

Stan frowned. “The way I gave it up?”

Ford tilted his head. “Well you didn’t exactly quit in a regular fashion,”

“I didn’t quit, they ran me off the property!”

“Yes, because you were idiot enough to accept a drunken bet and try to steal secure files! That practically sealed your life as a criminal!”

“Well let me remind you why I was off getting drunk that night. A certain high-paying job offer from a shady government agency ring a bell?”

“Stanley, we have had this conversation before. They offered you the exact same deal!”

“Which you were all too eager to accept! A deal, by the way, which included completely cutting off all ties with family and friends,”

They were glaring at each other now, and were unconsciously tensing for a fight. Things had gotten heated even more rapidly than Stan had expected.

“That was not a permanent arrangement, Stanley, as is clear from your presence here right now,”

“It’s the principle of the thing that matters, Ford! You just upped and ditched me, like you couldn’t wait to get rid of me!”

“You’re talking to me about principles and ditching? The last time I saw you was five years ago, when you led the FBI to my apartment after attempting to steal from them, broke in, yelled at me while grabbing all my cereal, and then climbed out the window! I am assuming that was all deliberate, as when the FBI kicked down my door they thought I was you and arrested me!”

“Well, in your words, that wasn’t a ‘permanent arrangement’ and they sorted it out eventually,”

They lapsed into silence, the air between them practically sizzling. Stan had said enough, had had enough. He’d come here to help Ford if he could, and he’d hoped to maybe patch things up, but it didn’t look as though Ford was all that inclined t-

“I didn’t mean to abandon you, Stan,” Ford admitted, frowning angrily at him. Stan blinked. Carla’s words immediately came to him: he wouldn’t have contacted you unless he needed something. However, if this was a ploy to get his help, it was pretty sincere.

“Although your actions didn’t make it easy to apologise. Furthermore, taking my cereal was incredibly petty.” Ford waited, looking closely at him, seeing how he would respond. Stan was tempted to start up another argument over Ford’s hypocrisy in calling him petty – he wasn’t the one still sore about cereal. Instead, he was reminded forcefully of his brother as a kid, and what one of his first thoughts had been to do when he thought he’d gotten a chance to see Ford again. He’d been half-convinced he never would, what with the super-secret job Ford had taken.

Stan pulled a box of cereal out of his bag and handed it mutely to his brother, who stared.

And stared some more.

And laughed. And pulled him into a hug.

“It’s good to see you again,”

“Yeah, you too bro,”

Well that was easy.

Ford gave him a tour of the house. As he memorised the layout of it, Stan noticed that Ford didn’t seem able to confine his inventions to the main workroom – and they were Ford’s inventions. Stan guessed his brother’s brain was the main reason he had attracted attention from the government.

“Ford, not that I’m complaining, but why am I really here?”

Ford grinned and stepped back into the workroom. He picked a thick, red-bound book off a bench. “For this,”

Stan took the book. It had a gold, six-fingered hand emblazoned on it, similar to the one on the post-card. He opened it to where it was bookmarked.

All the words were in code, but it was a code he and Ford had used since they were kids. It was like a second language to Stan, and he read it easily.

“What’s shimmern?” he asked, looking at a hand-drawn picture of a pendant on a chain.

“A new kind of material.” Ford had an excited look in his eyes. “There’s only one sample in existence, in fact. My assignment is to appropriate, and eventually replicate, it. You’re here because I want your help,”

Stan noticed with some elation that Ford had specifically said “want” not “need”.

“This would be much easier with you, Stan. Like you already said, you have contacts. You’re good with people, not to mention you haven’t lost the skills you had five years ago,”

“I’m in,” said Stan without hesitation. “but don’t you have a partner to help you out? Pretty sure that’s what’s supposed to happen when you work for the government.”

Ford cleared his throat. “That’s not how we do things. Our missions are carried out entirely without assistance from other agents. There’s less chance of a leak that way,”

No matter what his brother’s test scores said, to Stan, Ford was as easy to read as a child’s book.

“Ford . . . you do work for the government, don’t you?”

His brother shifted now, not even attempting to lie under Stan’s scrutiny. “You don’t have to worry, we aren’t working against anyone. We’re primarily research-based,”

“What kind of research needs highly-trained field agents with no connections?”

“I’ve told you all I can,” Ford said firmly, with a hint of apology.

Ever since he and Ford had both been made an offer during the training course for the FBI, Stan had assumed it had been some sort of government branch, the CIA or something. However, the more he thought about, there was absolutely nothing to support this assumption. In short, Ford had him worried. Again.

Even more reason to stick close to him then.

“Okay, I’m still on board. How do we get this thing?”

“Italy, five days from now. We have a party to attend,” Ford said mischievously, and again Stan was reminded of the plans they’d come up with as kids, specifically the more notorious ones.

“I’m gonna need my fake IDs again,”

∆

“Hey Fordsy, how’d it go?” Bill Cipher said, sitting ramrod straight in Ford’s desk chair and swivelling around in it as the elevator doors opened to the basement.

“Good,” Ford replied. “We’re ready for the assignment. Or we will be soon. Stan has to sort a few things out first,”

When he’d first met his employer, Ford had been slightly disturbed by his too-wide smile, eyes that blinked less than a person’s normally would, and far more familiar demeanour than befitted the director of a shadow organisation. Now, he knew it was just one of Bill’s quirks.

“I hope you understand how lenient I’m being, letting your brother in on this. Not that I have anything against him, swell guy I’m sure, but of all the people to choose . . . I mean, really? Didn’t he used to be a bit – what’s the word? Oh yeah. Impulsive. Reckless. Untrustworthy. Take your pick. From what I’ve seen, smart guy, you are far more capable on your own. I don’t want him dragging you down or anything, numero uno,”

“Stan was just angry before. I promise that he will be more focused on this, and he will be a valuable asset,” Ford assured him quickly. It had taken over a year for Bill to come around to the idea of letting Stan meet up with him, and Ford was sure he had only agreed because he knew how ridiculously stubborn Ford could be.

Or because it was affecting your work.

The thought was immediately brushed away. Bill was right to be concerned about Stan. The organisation he had built was founded on levels of secrecy unlike any Ford had previously encountered. Any breach of that could bring it all crashing down. So yes, allowing Ford to bring someone in was a risk, he understood that. And so what if Bill had only agreed because their argument five years ago was eating away at Ford enough to disturb his performance in the field and the lab? That just proved how much Bill trusted, valued,and even cared, about him.

“Alright Sixer, we’ll try this your way. Just keep the objective in sight, you know what I mean?”

If there was one thing Ford was certain about in his line of work, it was that Bill Cipher was a good guy.

“Yes sir,”

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Could you do a college au for sungwoon? He's my bias and no one really writes for him 😭 tysm love UR MINHYUn scenarios are so cute they made me soft

aw anon of course!! I can totally relate about not having many things to read about your bias/bias group as well :( and yaasss i’m glad my Minhyun scenarios are having this effect on people hahaha!! I tried my best, hope you enjoy! x

Ha Sungwoon College!AU

first of all, what. a. cutie.

probably the happiest little bean you know at college

he had gone on a gap year after high school so he was one of the older guys in your cohort but his baby face suggested otherwise

literally everyone thought he was one of those young geniuses that had skipped a couple of years of high school

he is still pretty much a genius though

He’s a business and marketing major, and he just absorbs all the information in lectures like a sponge

maybe that’s why his spongebob impression is so superior

he’s such a people’s person and is so warm-hearted

everyone has a soft spot for him

heart of gold, so so friendly, to the point where you were pretty sure he was a real life angel

you barely saw him angry or annoyed but you had seen him upset once before because his best friend Taehyun was going on an exchange to a college overseas for the entire sophomore year and Sungwoon had cried in his room and refused to talk to anyone

you first met Sungwoon during orientation week as a freshman/first year

you had gotten kinda lost and overwhelmed by all the hustle bustle of the students around you and your roommate that you met a couple of hours earlier had disappeared amongst the crowd

all these seniors had leapt at the opportunity to convince you to join their clubs or organisations

which left you drowning in a sea of flyers

you tried to get the campus map out of your bag in attempt to find your way back to your room, but your hands were too full so a few pamphlets slipped out of them

as you went to pick them up, Sungwoon had already reached down and gotten them

you thanked him and he had smiled brightly before passing them back to you

“oh hey, I was thinking of joining that club too!” he had gestured to one of the many fliers you were holding

you hadn’t even had time to look at them yet so you had no idea which one he was referring to

“Maybe I’ll see you there!” he had beamed before heading off back into the crowd

you manage to reunite with your roommate after a little bit more searching and you both decided to head back to the dorm

You’re waiting for the lift to reach the ground floor because you refuse to climb 9 flights of stairs

as the door opens you see a familiar face

“Hey it’s you again!”

Sungwoon is standing there with one of your close high school friends, Hwang Minhyun

Minhyun looks between the two, “Sungwoon, you know y/n too?”

“I bumped into them before! They were holding a pamphlet for the ballad club that we were thinking of joining!”

He turns to look at you properly, “I’m Ha Sungwoon, I’m sure we’ll see each other lots this year y/n!”

You’re a bit taken aback by his positivity but it’s in a good way

Like you’ve never met someone with such a nice and welcoming aura

And it turns out that Minhyun and Sungwoon are roommates in the floor above you in the dorm

so you’d literally bump into them all the time

you’d lost count of how many times you’d now bumped into Sungwoon in the lift

He’d nudged your shoulder teasingly

“y/n, you’re not stalking me by any chance are you?”

“I could say the same to you!

After getting to know him you realised that Sungwoon was someone who was prepared for anything and everything

It started raining suddenly? Sungwoon’s got an extra umbrella

Feeling hungry? He’s got a special pocket in his bag full of snacks that could rival Ong Seongwoo’s.

You got a papercut? Sungwoon’s got a plaster, antiseptic, first aid kit, the whole shebang

The thing with Sungwoon though is that because he’s so nice to everyone it was easy to presume that he wasn’t flirting with yu

he’s just being the nice soul that he is

like you just assumed that he was this friendly to every person out there

so you never realised during lectures together last year, you were the source of his distraction

his eyes would wander over to your face admiring you from a distance

if you finished later than him for the day, he’d always wait for you in the library to walk back to the dorms with you

there was one day where your timetable was so packed that you barely had time to eat and Sungwoon had just pushed his lunch towards you insisting that he was full

it wasn’t only one way though, you had always been his biggest supporter

You’d go to all his singing performances, cheering him on loudly from the audience

you’d let him snooze on your shoulder whenever he hadn’t been getting much sleep which was often

so you were always worrying about his health because Sungwoon was someone who always put others before himself

He’s someone that you truly cherish in your life

You weren’t sure about your feelings for him, but after a long conversation with Minhyun, the two of you deduced that you indeed had a huge ass crush on Sungwoon

Minhyun was so fcking pleased because you had always nagged him about his crushes so now he could tease you about this one

And whenever he saw you and Sungwoon hanging out (which is often), he’d make little sassy remarks

“oh, guess I’m third wheeling again today!”

Fast forward to the start of your Junior year, you and Sungwoon had driven into the city to shop for new university supplies

The two of you have got the music turned all the way up and you’re both singing at the top of your lungs

Sungwoon’s phone starts ringing so he turns down the music and presses the answer button on the car dashboard (PSA never drive while using your phone!)

“SUNGWOOOON, where are you man?”

It’s Yoon Jisung, a senior and the ballad club leader

In the background you hear a commotion and snippets of conversation

You can clearly hear Minhyun’s low voice

“Jisung hyung, tell Sungwoon that he can’t come back today until he asks y/n out.”

Your eyes widen and you just look at Sungwoon who has gone a very bright shade of red

“Oh yeah, are you finally going to ask y/n out this year?!”

“I don’t know what’s stopping him, I’ve already told him that y/n likes him!” Hwang Minhyun, you traitor, how could you leak this info

“Because I swear, if I hear you gush over her again this year like you did for the entirety of the past 2 years of college I will banish you from the club”

“It’s getting hard for us Sungwoon, so we have to intervene.”

“Sungwoon?”

“Did he hang up on us? Oi, Ha Sungwoon, answer us!”

You’re still blinking rapidly at this discovery but it’s clear that Sungwoon is more shocked than you are at the current moment

You cough awkwardly and you can practically imagine all the guys on the other end of the phone freeze

“Uh…Sungwoon, i guess….you’re not alone….uh we’ll just…uh hang up now,,”

the line goes dead and the car ride just continues on in uncomfortable silence

you keep your eyes fixed to your hands that are fiddling in your lap not sure what to say

It’s so silent that it’s almost to the point where you feel like it’s suffocating you until Sungwoon finally speaks

“y/n, I hope this doesn’t change anything between us, but I guess seeing as I just got outed by the guys, I may as well come clean…”

He gives you a shy smile before returning his gaze to the road

You’ve actually never seen Sungwoon look so unsure and insecure before

“I really do like you. So much. But I totally get it if you like me as just a friend, i can imagine it’s probably quite awkward for you right now…”

You’re not sure if you’re imagining it, but you swear his hands are trembling from his nervousness as his hand tightens its grip on the gear stick of the car

Reaching over, you take his hand in yours and squeeze it gently

“Sungwoon, the feeling’s mutual, i really like you as well, and it’s been a long time too.”

And the sigh of relief that you hear from Sungwoon is the cutest thing ever

He squeezes your hand back, and runs his thumb gently across your knuckles

“You don’t know how much I’ve wanted to hear you say that yourself.”

you guys become the cutest campus couple ever

cute level = legendary

just the fact that you both look out for each other and everyone else around you, makes you such a loveable couple

also Minhyun tries to act all smug because he knew all along that you two were the perfect pair and always tries to take credit for your relationship

“Hwang Gallyang strikes again, I should just drop out and be a fortune teller.”

And you and Sungwoon are just so done with him, like pls stop third-wheeling our dates hwang, we know you’re loud and proud about being a clairvoyant

but apart from that, you just have such a peaceful and happy relationship that’s full of a lot of adoration and warm hugs and kisses and whisperings of sweet nothings to each other

cries what a wholesome relationship i cant

hey all~! Hope you enjoyed this college!AU - I have a couple of tests at uni next week so posting will slow down a bit, but I have a few drafts that I’m excited to update and show to you all! Please look forward to them

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