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sunrizef1 · 7 months ago

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Heart Eyes

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x Reader

Authors note: today i discovered that I can fully just screenshot Instagram posts so that was really helpful 🤦‍♀️ | another quick one | opening my Carlos Sainz list then 🌶️

Warnings: one curse word

Face Claim: Joanna Pincerato

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user1 omg 🤩

user2 too hot to get cold

user3 my fav

user4 I love her so much

user5 Carlos Sainz in the likes again

user6 someone tell him to shoot his shot lmao

user7 it’s been months 😭

user8 ahhhhh she looks so pretty

user9 🫶

user10 lovely

user11 ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

user12 I need that swimsuit

user13 I could never 🥶

carlossainz 😍

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user14 omg Carlos finally commented

user15 about time

user16 her hair is so nice

user17 ❄️❄️❄️

user18 y/n just liking Carlos’ comment is so funny to me

user19 prettyyyy

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Beautiful querida 😍

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Thank you Carlos 🤭 🫶

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Of course ángel ❤️

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user20 queen

user21 so pretty

user22 my fav

user23 🎨🎨🎨

user24 Carlos back in the likes

user25 lmao my man’s always lurking I can’t

user26 artsy vibes 👩‍🎨

carlossainz you’re the most beautiful art 😍

yourusername ahhh thank you carlito 🫶

user27 CARLOSSSSSS

user28 my man went from heart eye emojis to full sentences, they grow up so fast

user29 oh trust he still included the heart eyes

user28 can’t change him lmao

user30 and she replied!!! 🥹

user31 they’re already so cute I can’t

user32 ❤️❤️❤️

user33 the fit eats

user34 the prettiest painting is you 🫶

user35 Carlos already pulled that one

user35 good try though queen 🫶

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user36

SMOOTH OPERATORRRRR

user37

Carlos????

user38

Is that my bbg Carlos Sainz

user39

HE DID IT

user40

That better be car boy or so help me god

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user41 “my sun” 🥹

user42 Carlos don’t simp on main challenge: impossible

user43 IS THAT BBG Y/N!!!!???

user44 y/n? 🥹

user45 I hope that’s y/n

user46 wait yall know who that is???

user47 we think it’s this girl that Carlos has been interacting with for months now

user46 what’s her @

user47 @/yourusername

user46 omg I just checked and this man has been down bad for months hasn’t he?? 😭

user47 he has been 😭

user48 loml

user49 😍🤩

user50 heart eye emojis, my man is consistent fr

user51 stop with the woke soft launch madness

user52 show it to me Rachel

user53 just tag her bro 😩

user54 y/n liked!!! 😍😍😍😍

user55 ☀️☀️☀️

user56 my fav couple

user57 they’ve been together 3 seconds and he hasn’t even confirmed that that’s y/n

user56 idc I feel it in my nuggets

user58 BAE 🤭

user59 @/yourusername is this u queen???

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user60 Carlos crumbs

user61 I’m sure everyone will be completely normal and calm about this

user62 CARLOSSSSSSSSS 🏎️🏎️🏎️🏎️

user63 YEAHHH CARLITO

user64 that’s the smooth operator I know it is

user65 my down bad king Carlos Sainz

user66 LANDO LIKEDDDD

user67 that’s how we know it’s real, he’s involved his friends 🤭

user68 idc that buff ass arm is car number 55

user69 do we know that’s Carlos???

user70 it has to be

user71 if its not I might jump off a high building

user72 woah, bit dramatic

user71 🤷🏽‍♀️

user73 my two favs 🤩

user74 I think I’m in love with her not even kidding

user75 me too queen

user75 she’s genuinely so pretty 😭

user76 they’re such pretty people, I need couple photos NEOW

user77 hard-launch 🔜 pls

user78 why are they pretending like we don’t know who their launching 😭

carlossainz 😍

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user79 alright so now we definitely know who that is 😭

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mi amore

I sent you that in confidence 😩

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Sorry baby

You just look so cute 🤭

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Ah I cant be mad at you querida

But that definitely feels like a “hard-launch��

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I guess it is 😅

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at least I get to post you now 🫶

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user80 YAYYYYYY

user81 finally 😭

user82 love of my life 🥹

user83 my favorite couple

charles_leclerc ah congratulations!

carlossainz Gracias Charles!

user84 ❤️❤️❤️

user85 THEYVE LAUNCHED

user86 smooth operatorrrrr

user87 beautiful couple ❤️

user88 awwww 🥹

user89 HES DONE IT

user90 y/n posted that story and he was quick with the relationship post 😭😐

user91 he needed us to know lmao

user92 endgame fr

user93 they're so pretty together 🫶

user94 Carlos has been working for this for months, proud of him

user95 can't stop the grind

user96 smooth operator on and off the track

user97 🌶️🌶️🌶️

user98 wait they feel so real like they actually like eachother

user99 “like”? That man is in love with her idc

user100 lmao he definitely acts like it

landonorris smooth operatorrrr

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user101 lmao even Landos using the joke

user102 I can’t they’re so perfect 😭

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carlossainz te amo mi sol ❤️

user103 THE HEART EYES IN THE CAPTION!!! 😭😭😭😭 I LOVE THEM!!!

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lenaswritingandstuff · 3 months ago

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Shame(less) • Mattheo Riddle x f!reader

Requested: No

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x f!reader; Adrian Pucey x f!reader

Summary: y/n feels ashamed for cheating on her boyfriend with Mattheo, but the same couldn't be said fo the dark haired boy.

Word count: 1.2K

Warnings: Cheating, slight cursing

A/N: It was supposed to be a drabble but oh well. I really don't like how it turned out, but I might write a Theo version if people ask. Comments and feedback are always deeply appreciated :) ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE.

Tag list: @helendeath @im-jesus

Tag list for this story: @chelawrites @isntthatsweetiguessso @aegon-andaemondtargaryenslut18

Christmas break was over, and it was time to go back to Hogwarts. It meant going back to the same routine, taking your meals in the Great Hall, going to class, doing your homework, having fun with your friends in Hogsmeade and also spreading time with your boyfriend, Adrian. The prospect should have made you happy, and you should have been looking forward to seeing him, but you just couldn’t. Not when he would be here too.

After arriving at the castle, you met Pansy in the Slytherin common room. You two hugged warmly, and talked about your respective holidays. You did your best to focus on what your best friend was saying, nodding at her words, but you could feel your heart beat fast with anxiety, and your eyes kept taking glimpses around in case Adrian or him came in. After a moment, Pansy left to go unpack her bags, and seconds later, you jumped as you felt two hands on your eyes.

“Guess who?”

“Adrian!”

With a small laugh, he took his hands off your face and put them on your hips instead as you turned to face him. He bent a little to kiss your lips, and you tried to feel something, anything, but you didn’t. Only shame that you felt something - felt so much - when it was another man’s lips that were on yours.

“Had a good Christmas? Did you like my gift?”

“Yeah!” You said, trying to sound normal. “It was nice to see my parents, and I really liked your gift, Adrien, it was really beautiful. Thank you. How was yours?”

“Good, good,” he said with a nod. “I liked your gift, as well. But, I have to admit I missed you, babe.” He sighed and continued with a softer voice, “I’m sorry for how I behaved before the break, I…I didn’t give you much attention, and I regret all our fights. Can I start making it up to you?” he finished with a hopeful small smile.

“No”, you should have said. He was right in everything he said, and you had seen couples from school break up for less than that.

“Okay,” you nodded.

“Thank you.”

He kissed your cheek, and you forced your lips to form a smile.

“I, uh, I have to go unpack my back,” you said.

“Oh. Sure. I’ll see you at dinner.”

Remaining silent, you gave him a nod, and his hands left your hips as you detached yourself from him and walked to your dorm, hoping that staying alone for a moment would allow you to pull yourself back together and finally make the right decision. With a heavy breath, you opened the door, expecting to see the room empty, but there was somebody here, sitting on your bed. You shouldn’t have been surprised, and you already knew who it was - he was always there.

Mattheo Riddle. In the same house and same year as you. For years, he was just a classmate you didn’t interact much with, except for strange, silent stares that started in your fifth year. Nothing changed when you started dating Adrian, but one night after a fight with him, Mattheo found you all alone, in tears, and sat down to listen to you. Things had escalated, and ever since, you felt nothing but shame and fear that anyone would find out. You tried to avoid him after, to convince himself that it was a mistake. However, if you felt shame, it wasn’t the case for Mattheo. After that night, and kept staring at you in class, during meals, and especially when Adrian was close to you. And as if it wasn’t enough, he kept trying to spend time alone with you, and eventually succeeded, leading in more “accidents”, as you called them, more shame, as well as less and less affection for your boyfriend and more and more for feelings and shameful desire for the dark haired boy in front of you. And it definitely wasn’t helping that he also kept trying to convince you of his feelings for you and to leave Adrian once and for all.

He raised his head when you came in, and you quickly closed the door behind you, quietly locking it. Your heart started beating faster, and you leant on your door, not daring to get closer.

“Well, hello, love.”

You felt your cheeks - or maybe your whole body - becoming hot, and gulped.

“You can’t be here,” you said with a shaky voice. “What if someone saw you coming in?”

“Nobody has seen us so far,” Mattheo answered with his usual carelessness you both hated and felt drawn to. “Why would they see me now?”

“Mattheo, you know perfectly what I meant,” you retorted. “Plus, what if Adrian saw you?”

Mattheo rose from the bed, and slowly started walking towards you.

“Speaking of your little boyfriend, I saw you guys before you came in.” His brown gaze hardened like it always did when the topic was Adrian. “It nearly took everything in me to not break his fingers for touching you.”

“Mattheo,” you sighed. “He’s my boyfriend. He has every right to touch me.”

Staring at you, Mattheo had a smirk that did not reach his dark eyes and tilted his head. His face was now inches away from yours, and you tried as much as you could to not breathe his perfume.

“And do I have the right to touch you?” he said in a low voice.

Not waiting for an answer, he brought one hand to your cheek, caressing it with his thumb and now looking at you like he had been for a few weeks - with love.

“Mattheo, please…”

He closed his eyes and brought his nose to your cheek, his thumb still caressing it. “I’ve spent three weeks in hell not seeing, touching, or kissing you,” he whispered. “I fucking need to feel you, love…Even just a kiss…”

One of his hands still on your cheek, the other went under your shirt, and when he started kissing your neck, you knew you were done for. Your body was as hot as ever, and you felt shivers down your spine as well as your body craving Mattheo’s touch. You sighed, and as he brought his mouth to yours, you kissed him back, putting one hand on his back and the other on his neck. He immediately deepened the kiss, and his hands grabbed your legs to put them around his waist.

“I can’t fucking stand the thought of you being with him,” he mumbled between two kisses. “I can’t stand the thought of not being the only man who gets to touch and kiss you, the only man who can call you his…”

He suddenly stopped kissing you, leaving you breathless.

“Leave him, y/n. Or I’m gonna go crazy. I could give you…Everything. Everything I have.”

All lust had disappeared from his eyes, leaving only desperation, and love.

“Fine,” you whispered, feeling incapable of saying no to him. “I’ll leave Adrian tomorrow.”

Mattheo smiled, and you felt his relief. He gave you a loving kiss before looking at you again, this time with a mix of both love and lust.

“Now that it’s settled and you’re fully mine forever, how about we make up for the time we spent apart?”

You smiled and kissed him, the feeling of shame not disappearing in the slightest.

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myg-butterfly · 1 year ago

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Nothing New

Ot7! BTS x Choreographer! Reader (Seokjin x Reader focused)

Summary: You get hurt and have to find a replacement. You just didn't think that replacement extended to your relationship with the BTS members. Will they still want you when you're nothing new?

Tags: ANGST (sorry), eventual fluff, Injured!Reader, Fem!Reader, Bangtan are kind of assholes, this isn't really proofread sorry, I also don't know how this shit actually works with Idol groups so I'm just making shit up lolsies.

A/N: HI omg sorry this took FOREVER. I was gonna have this done this weekend but we went to go visit family so I put this aside omg, but it's finalllyyyy here! I hope this lives up to your expectations. Thank you for all the love on the teaser, and remember, comments and feedback are always soooo appreciated!

Taglist: @bangteezbaby @thelilbutifulthings @hoshi-is-ult-bbg @juju-227592 @kikz165 @plexcaffeinate

All the members had just gotten home from rehearsal, and immediately went to find you just so they could throw silly little tantrums about you not being there.

The way they were pouting reminded you more of kicked puppies than world-wide sensations.

"It's fine guys, I know someone who can cover for me until I get better."

"But we like your choreography better." Taehyung whines into your shoulder and you pat his head in comfort.

"It's just a month or two, Tae."

You had broken your leg about a week ago, and consequently, you couldn't continue choreographing for the group until you were fully healed.

Which meant either the boys paused their learning, or you brought someone else in to cover for you - and you're all aware that pausing isn't really an option.

"But I'll miss you." Your boyfriends were overly dramatic, acting like you were leaving even though you all lived together.

"You'll still see me at home, it's not like I'm dropping off the face of the earth."

He huffs into your shoulder and rolls over so he's sitting next to you normally now.

"Anyway, how have you been? Have you felt okay?" Seokjin sits down on the other side of you and you feel yourself growing a bit shy under his caring stare.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

•••

"Hi! Thank you so much for covering for me. We're on a reall-"

"Save it, it's whatever. I always told you you'd need my help again at some point."

You don't like the implications in her tone but you pass it off with a small chuckle.

"Okay, so they already know 2 out of the 5 numbers for this album, and we were in the middle of learning the 3rd one. I taught it to Hoseok in advance so he can take over for that one. So you wouldn't need to be at the studio until next week. I'll send you the videos I took of the foundation of the other 2 numbers so you can learn it and then teach it."

She looked so uninterested in what you were saying, but you had to be professional.

You called her here in the first place.

"Kay, cool, got it. Also, can I get the guys' numbers? You know, just in case."

"Oh uhm, you can ask them when you see them next week… I'm not sure if they want me giving out their numbers to people they don't really know."

"Well they're gonna know me soon right? Don't be greedy, trying to keep all of them to yourself."

She giggles but you can feel that it's not really one of genuine giddiness and you hope that your discomfort isn't apparent.

"I'll ask them when I see them later today."

You plaster on the best smile you can and she gives you an equally forced one back.

"Okay. Bye!"

She basically struts away and you're left standing there; maybe calling her was the wrong move.

•••

Yep. Calling her was probably the wrong move. But it depends on which side of Y/N you ask.

On the professional side, this is absolutely great. They hit it off right away, all the boys growing comfortable with her rather quick (something HYBE valued a lot), and she was great at her job. Talented, bold, confident, friendly, the whole package.

On a more personal side, this was putting you on edge. How suddenly, all the guys would talk about was 'Joanna said this a rehearsal' or 'Joanna invited us out to eat'. It was always Joanna this Joanna that, and you knew they were just excited to have a new friend, to have someone who shares their passion, you couldn't help but wonder if their feelings for you were simply out of excitement. And now that you're not the newest thing around, would they still want you? Would they still talk about you with the same sparkle in their eyes as they do with Joanna? It left a pit in your chest.

And — yeah, calling her was the definitely the wrong move.

Finally, a long-awaited date with all of you. They were filled with energy, talking and joking on the ride there, and you felt your heart growing lighter, you still had them.

They even helped you get off the car with all the gentleness in the world, helped you get in your seat and made sure you were completely comfortable.

The lightness quickly weighed down into something much heavier when you saw Joanna walk in and make her way to the table.

And the weight felt like it had been dropped to you feet when the guys scooted to make space for her, Namjoon even standing up to hug her and letting her sit first so she'd be in between him and Jungkook.

How long has it been since they hugged you with such happiness?

"Oh my god, Y/N, hi! The boys didn't tell me you would be here."

Something about the way she said "the boys" made your hands itch, almost as much as your throat itched to say 'likewise'.

"Welp. I'm here. Haha."

Dinner wasn't fun, to say the least.

Joanna was blatantly saying shit to embarrass you the entire time, and it even worse, your boyfriends seemed to be soaking up her every word, laughing whenever she pointed out something embarrassing about you when she knew you in high school.

"Yeah! And when we choreographed together, she would always forget her parts." She lets out a giggle and Hoseok laughs too: what's so funny?

"It was only once or twice." You groan, mostly to yourself, but Joanna hears it.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night."

Everyone laughs at her words again and suddenly, you start to think that staying home was the better option.

"I've always said she has the memory of a goldfish. Sometimes it felt like I was doing all the work because i constantly had to step in and help when Y/N froze up."

She turns to you when she speaks her next question:

"How are you doing now that I haven't been here to clean up after you? Are you making Jimin do it?" She laughs and nudges Jimin, who's sitting next to her, on the shoulder, and he happily shoves back with a bright smile on her face.

"I'm fine, it's rare that I forget stuff lately."

She gasps in a dramatic manner, you wish she would just disappear already.

"You? Not wasting time in rehearsal? Because you forgot? That's unheard of!"

You hate the way pretty much all of the guys laugh at her words: they know how much work you've put into being a good choreographer. Why were they laughing at you?

Suddenly, you feel the person next to you pressing up closer against you: Seokjin.

You look at him and he has a soft smile on his face, but not towards Joanna; his entire focus is on you.

"You have a really good memory darling. We can tell you've worked on it." The knot in your stomach softens its grip after hearing Seokjin's words, and for the first time since you got here, your smile is genuine.

"Anyways, how'd you injure yourself?"

"Oh, we were doing some cardio and I tripped. Fell at an awkward angle and it twisted my leg. Haha."

Joanna laughs a little too hard at this.

"I've always also said that for a supposed dancer you sure are clumsy as hell."

Some of the guys giggle at her comment, and you look down at your lap: why were they laughing at you?

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Seokjin sit up a little straighter, and you suspect he's gonna say something.

"Supposed dancer?" He raised a brow and to most people, it would've seemed like he was just egging onto the joke, but you and the rest of the table could tell that there was a serious undertone to his question.

It was no secret in your relationship with the guys that Seokjin had a specific soft spot for you – in a relationship as big as yours, its bound that all of you will have your weak spots for one another: Jungkook and Namjoon, Jimin and Taehyung, Hoseok and Yoongi, you and Seokjin.

So you were more than relieved when he met your gaze from across the table; he knew you were uncomfortable.

And as everyone knows, he's not one to stay quiet.

"I just mean it's surprising that for someone so clumsy she went into the professional world where coordination is crucial."

Jungkook uses this point to tease Namjoon, and thankfully the attention is taken off of you. You catch Seokjin's stare again and this time it's accompanied with an apologetic smile and him reaching out his hand to hold yours.

As your hands meet on top of the table, you seem to be the only one who notices the look Joanna sends you at the display of affection.

•••

More days pass by and everyday they get home later and later until you're left going to bed on your own.

You'd made it a habit to wait for each other if one was out late, but it didn't happen often since you had almost the same working hours and when you went out, it was usually altogether.

You'd tried to keep that habit after your injury, but they were coming home later everyday, and you weren't sure you had it in you to keep staying up for them.

Especially on nights like this one, where when they do get home, you're dismissed almost entirely.

The door opens and you sit up, ready to greet them one by one with a hug and kiss, but most of them just mumble a "hey" or "hi Y/N" and walk straight to their rooms.

Only Jungkook and Seokjin genuinely acknowledge you, Jungkook giving you a hug and a peck on the forehead accompanied by a soft "Hi baby." before going to his room as well.

Seokjin also hugs you, but he picks you up while doing so: shifting you in his arms so he can carry you to bed with him.

As he begins to walk, your eyes meet and he sends a soft smile your way.

You barely start to relax in his hold when you realize that he's walking into your room, and you slightly panic at the thought that he's going to leave you alone in there.

Your slight panic turns into franticness as he sets you down and steps away from the bed.

"No! Don't-" Jin whips around at the sound of your voice, and you feel immediate guilt when you see his startled expression.

"Sorry, I- I know you're tired. Sorry, you can go."

Your attempts to decrease his worry don't seem to work, because he's already making his way back towards your bed.

"No, no. What happened? Whats wrong?"

"Its nothing." Seokjin gives you a stern look, you both know that lying to him is impossible.

"It's not nothing. Is it your leg? Or is it something else?"

"Its stupid" you mumble.

Noticing that you're unsure of yourself, he sits closer to you and brushes you hair out of your face in attempts to comfort you.

"Its not stupid if its bothering you" you feel your tears welling up again at how soft Seokjin's voice is. How soft he is with you.

"I just- I don't think I can be alone right now." You lean into his touch as you finally get at least some of the truth off your chest.

"You don't have to be. I was going to shower, do you want to join me?"

"I don't want to bother you."

"You won't."

"But my leg, I won't be able to stand for long."

"It's okay, we'll bring a stool in and I'll help you."

"But you're tired-"

"Never of taking care of you."

Something in your heart settles through the rest of the night, there is no other intention behind Seokjin asking you to join him.

He washes your hair and even dries it once you're out, he helps you get dressed and he goes to sleep holding you, and even if it's just for one night; all is right in the world again.

The next morning, Jin wakes you up and asks you if you'd like to come to rehearsal with the 7 of them. You're elated, to say the least. You knew it was a minimum thing, but your heart couldn't help but flutter at the thought that they wanted you around.

•••

Jin on the other hand, is pissed. Not at you, (never at you), but at his 6 boyfriends and how absolutely dense they could be, this being one of those moments.

He'd mentioned that you were coming with them, and all of them responded well: "I hope she likes the choreo!" "Yay! I want to hear what she has to say."

Their response to you tagging along wasn't the problem, no.

It was their response when he tried to tell them about how you were feeling that pissed him off:

"Wait guys, before we leave, I need to talk to you about something real quick."

All of them were attentive towards him immediately, so he thought they'd receive this better.

"It's about Y/N. And partially Joanna."

"Okay?"

"I talked to Y/N last night and she seemed upset. She didn't really want to talk about it but I'm almost completely sure that she's feeling left out, and I think it may partially be because of Joanna."

All of them begin to speak at once, until Taehyung's voice cuts through everyone else's.

"Why do you think it has something to do with Joanna?"

The 6 boys settle down and stare expectantly at Jin.

"Have you guys not noticed how backhanded all of Joanna's comments are towards her? Even when Y/N isn't present, she always makes a joke at her expense. And not to mention, we've been spending a lot of time with Joanna, much more than we've been spending with Y/N. I know if I were her I would feel hurt; being injured and spending the whole day cooped up alone while my boyfriends are spending all their time with someone who treats me like dog shit."

Jin wasn't sure what he was expecting the boys' reactions to be, but it definitely wasn't the outraged faces they were all giving him.

Jungkook is the first one to respond:

"I mean, I noticed the comments but I thought they were all in good fun? You know, since Y/N and Joanna have been friends for such a long time."

Taehyung cuts in next:

"And if Y/N is feeling left out, I mean I understand but what does that have to do with Joanna?"

Almost as if on cue, there's noise coming from the kitchen, meaning that you're awake.

Jin quickly gets up to go to you, but not before leaving the 6 boys with one final word, "Just pay attention to how she speaks to Y/N, you'll see what I'm talking about."

•••

It's hard to describe – the knowledge that you're being left behind without any obvious evidence surrounding you.

It's not something that everyone outside of your point of view might see, but you can feel it cutting through you deeply.

Not being able to do what you love, and on top of that, not being able to spend time with the people you love, it's a shattering feeling that claws through your chest.

Which leaves you where you are now: in the car with the rest of the boys on your way to rehearsal.

You thought that maybe being back in the studio would relight the spark that made the 7 men drawn to you in the first place, but even the car ride there felt cold and almost uncomfortable.

•••

The atmosphere changes the moment you step foot in the studio. It feels lighter, somehow. You don't know how to feel, not with the voice in your head insinuating that this lightness is because of Joanna; the guys are more at ease with Joanna than they are with you.

You usually hate being wrong: but now, you wish you could say the voice in your head was being irrational, yet you can't. Not when you turn around and see everyone besides Seokjin and Yoongi - who are off conversing to the side - gathered around Joanna, happily talking to her.

When did they stop looking at you like that?

Finally, she takes notice of your presence and makes her way over to you.

"Y/N, girly! Hey! Are you here to learn?"

You don't respond, confused as to what she's trying to ask you.

"Ya'know? Learn from the best! We've been so productive with this number."

She responds like it's the most obvious thing in the world, and you almost feel offended at what she's insinuating.

"Oh, um- I'm here to see what the guys have done."

Joanna blinks at you, as if your answer threw her off, before continuing.

"Oh. Ok then. Cool! And are the boys cool with that?"

You can tell, she wants this to sound passive aggressive. Kind on the surface, but a clear jab at your insecurities.

Jungkook quickly cuts in;

"Of course. Why wouldn't we be cool with that?"

Joanna stutters through her response, being caught off guard by Jungkook as she thought no one had heard her remark.

"Oh! I don't know, you might get distracted? You know?"

"We'll be fine."

This time it's Jin who answers, and even if it's a little selfish, you're glad that his tone towards Joanna is automatically cold.

"Okay thennnn!"

She turns to you:

"But if you start being a distraction I'll have to ask you to step out. Heh, step out. That's funny."

She giggles at her little joke (at your expense), and makes her way into the practice room.

Rehearsal continues as usual, and you feel a bit lighter as the boys all make jokes and include you while they stretch and warm up.

They start to run through the choreography, and your heart swells with pride seeing them dance; all their hard work really does pay off.

As much as you wish to get up and dance with them, or even get up at all, you know you can't. But just seeing them perform will do.

Once they finish, you start to clap and Jimin and Jungkook turn towards you with a playful vow.

"Its looking really good guys!"

All of the boys respond with a 'thank you' and a smile.

"I do have a couple pointers about some things I noticed-"

"Okay, let's run it again!" Before you could finish your sentence you're cut off by Joanna's squeaky voice.

Thankfully, Hoseok cares about what you have to say, and the rest seem to agree as well.

"Wait, I wanna hear what Y/N had to say."

"Yeah! It's felt weird learning a brand new number and not having any of your input on it."

"Y/N, go on." Seokjin is the one who speaks last, and the look in his eyes tell you that things will be alright.

"Ok, so first thing make sure you guys are agreeing on your directions, make sure that it's either a complete diagonal or if its a slanted move so you all move the same direction-"

"Oh yeah, I explained that to them already, they know." You're once again cut off by Joanna.

You use this as a chance to tease the boys, as you always normally.

"Oh, then why are y'all making that mistake huh?" Your tone is playful, and you see Hoseok step towards you with all the intent of playing along, when a gasp coming from your right stops you both.

"Did you come in here just to criticize?"

Of course it's Joanna.

"Wha- no. I was just teasing them. The dance looks grea-"

"I told you you were gonna distract them, and what did I say I was gonna do if you got them unfocused?"

"I didn't mean to, I was just giving pointers-"

"I've been teaching them for the last few weeks, I know what they need to focus on right now."

"But I know that it can look cleaner than it did right now."

"Well this is my choreography! I know what's best! You don't get to come in here and just start shitting on my work because what? You're jealous?! You think you're better than everyone else?!"

You're taken aback when Joanna starts to scream at you, so much so that you try to step back, completely forgetting that one of your feet is injured.

As you place your foot down, a soaring pain strikes from your foot all the way to your thigh. A sob escapes you and that's when Jin's protective nature kicks in full force.

In the blink of an eye, he's crouching next to you and picking you up while everyone else in the rooms stands frozen in place.

The ice is shattered when a wail comes from somewhere else in the room: it's Joanna.

Everyone's head whips to her direction, but for very different reasons.

Jin, for one, is beyond disbelief that she'd go as low as fake crying to get the attention back on her.

The rest of the guys seemed concerned, but not because of her. Rather because they just saw her true colors, how Jin was right, how they'd neglected you.

Seokjin picks you up and rushes out the door, leaving everyone else in the room frozen.

•••

You don't really process anything that happens afterwards. You just know Seokjin is with you as you go to the doctor to get your foot checked out, and that's enough to push you into a state where you know you can space out.

You couldn't comprehend it, how you were hurt and the rest of them weren't there.

Did they even care you were hurt?

It didn't make sense, that you were asking yourself this. When had things gotten this bad? How could they have let thing get this bad? It left you aching more than your injury, and you think that shouldn't even be possible.

When you get home, you find all the boys kitchen, a mess everywhere -much to Jin's despair- attempting to decorate what you assume is a cake. They're all focused to the point where they didn't hear you come in, and if they did, they're really good at acting like they didn't. You want to hide in your room, maybe ask Jin to hide with you, play into their ignorance, but the petty part in you is much quicker.

"Joanna doesn't like cake."

You speak without thinking about it first, and it's clear that none of them were expecting a comment like that, not even Jin, because their heads whip around instantly to you.

You panic for a little, thinking they'll get mad, but Hoseok and Yoongi start laughing at Namjoon's terrified face, at the maknae line looking like they're deer in headlights, and at Jin's round eyes.

Before you know it, They're all running up to you, and Seokjin has to grab you by the waist to make sure they don't knock you over.

They all speak at once, and you can only make out some things like "are you okay? what did the doctor say? im sorry." What cuts through all the rambling is Namjoon's smooth voice, sounding a bit exasperated as he speaks: "The cake is for you Y/N. We were making the cake for you."

Oh.

"Joon! You ruined the surprise!" Jimin stomps his feet, but you know he's not actually upset.

"Well we couldn't just let her think that we were baking a cake for fuckin Joanna!" Namjoon defends himself.

Yoongi steps in front of the two and turns to you, "It was supposed to be a 'Surprise / I'm sorry / We love you / Get well soon' cake but you got here before we finished."

His genuinely dejected demeanor makes you giggle, he looks like a sad cat.

"It's okay-"

"No it's not. Cake or not, we're all really sorry- hold on, we should sit down for this." Jungkook grabs your hand and leads you to the couch, the rest following suit.

You all sit in silence for a second before Hoseok speaks up:

"Well I guess I'll start." He sits up a little straighter so he's facing you directly, and you feel nerves run through you: was he upset? Was he going to scold you?

The guys seem to notice how you tense up, because Hoseok's face falls a into a small frown, while Jungkook scoots closer to you and Jin places a hand on your thigh.

"Y/N, I am so so sorry for the way we've been acting, and the way we haven't been acting. You got hurt under our watch, we should be the ones taking care of you, no questions asked, and we've failed to do that. There's really no excuse for how inattentive we've been. In our heads, or at least my head, I didn't really see you all day, so I thought that everything was okay because I still got to wake up to you, I still got to come home and feel comfortable knowing that you were here: we had your company. But I failed to return that company, we all failed to give you the bare minimum, and I truly am so sorry."

For the time you've know Hoseok, you've only seen him cry once or twice, so when you see tears start to fall from his eyes, it shakes you up and down. Before you can go console him, Jimin speaks up from where he sits beside Hoseok.

"Hobi's right, Y/N. We didn't pay you enough attention. We were too worried about ourselves to consider how our actions looked to you. The whole thing with Joanna, we did spend a lot of time with her, but even then, all we did was talk about you. Not in a bad way, obviously, but you just always came up in conversation. I don't know why I thought that talking about you would translate as 'we're still giving you our attention' as if you could read our thoughts or something. But again, we were selfish and careless, and I can't apologize enough for how we acted."

You appreciate Jimin's attempt at lightening up the mood, and you appreciate his words overall.

The next hour goes by in the same manner. The boys apologize one by one, not to just you, but to Seokjin as well, and before you know it, there's no one in the room that isn't crying, all of you a teary and snotty mess.

"We love you so much, Y/N. Please let us make it up to you. I love you so much." Yoongi's the last one to speak, and he finishes while walking up to you and bowing at your feet.

The rest of the guys join him, even Seokjin, and you don't know what else to do except throw yourself on the floor with all of them and cry.

The night ends with all of you cuddled up on the floor, until Namjoon and Jin make you all get up so you could go lay down properly.

They guys don't let you walk, no, Jungkook carries you while Taehyung and Jimin squish at his side in an attempt to stay close to you.

You all manage to squeeze into a single bed with you in the middle, hands everywhere trying to keep you close.

You feel warmer than you have in weeks, and meanwhile the guys do have a lot to make up for, with arms wrapped around you and sweet nothings floating in the room, you think this is a great start.

#bts #bts fic #bts au #bts fluff #bts fanfic #bts x reader #bts drabble #bts hurt/comfort #bts ot7 x reader #bts poly #bts fanfction #bangtan

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takamiwife · 22 days ago

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As christmas is approaching and I constantly see videos of people doing the angel tree shopping for kids in needs of toys and everything I feel like hawks would loove to participate in it bc you know of his past and I'd like to request hawks and reader going shopping and gifting the kids🥰😊 It would be adorable

I LOVEEE THESE VIDEOS omg they r my FAV !!

also, happy holidays everyone! i hope whatever you may celebrate is wonderful 💙

but yes i completely agree that he would go way overboard

in the hustle and bustle of the festively-decorated mall, you made your way inside with keigo, brushing the snow off your jacket as you took your phone out, pulling up the lists of your family members.

“i swear, my niece thinks i’m the one with the amex black card.. she asked me for those stupid seven hundred dollar headphones. headphones, of all things! i might as well buy her front row concert tickets!” you huff

keigo laughs, shaking the snow out of his wings.

“baby, i told you that i want to help buy your family’s gifts. if those, albeit expensive, headphones are what she wants, i’ll buy them.”

“you’re too sweet for your own good.” you shake your head. after a momentary disruption to take pictures with fans, you two continue on, stopping to look at a large christmas tree.

“oh, they have the angel tree up!” you hum, looking at the tags stuck onto the tree.

“angel tree?” keigo asked, leaning over your shoulder.

“yep! basically, a local charity gets christmas lists from kids whose families aren’t able to afford much, and then people can pick them off the list and fill it for them. i’ve been doing it the past few years. sweet, isn’t it?” you explain, reading through the different cards.

keigo walks around the tree, looking at all the white tags stuck onto the tree.

as the two of you browsed, a nearby woman in a red blouse approached. short black hair and kind blue eyes, she appeared to be in her early fifties.

“hawks! what an honor it is to have you looking at our angel tree!” she grinned.

“oh, yea, my girlfriend was just showing it to me,” e smiled warmly. “i think it’s a great thing that you guys do this.”

“oh, it’s our pleasure. everyone deserves to have a happy christmas, right?” she clasps her hands together. “actually… could i ask you something?”

keigo nodded, still looking through the tags.

“well, normally we just hand them out to the families ourselves when they come to pick them up, but… the kids would love if the number two hero gave them their gifts.” she said, hope dripping in her tone.

“oh.. like, you’d want.. me to hand them out to them?”

“i think that’s exactly what she said, honey” you say, biting back your smile.

“yes, i understand if you’re too busy, but it would only be a few hours next saturday.. we give them to them early so the kids can enjoy having presents under the tree.”

“next saturday..” keigo tapped his chin. “i’m sure i can swing it.”

“oh, thank you hawks!” the woman grinned, immediately gratefully shaking his hand. “thank you, thank you! the kids will be so happy!”

“i’ll do my best.” he nods.

the woman steps away. “well, i’ll leave you two to your shopping. just be here, say.. eleven a.m.?”

“eleven o’clock next saturday, you got it.”

keigo turned back to you, who had a wide smile and even wider, glossy eyes.

“that is so sweet!” you squeak out.

“tell me you’re not about to cry..” he groaned with a chuckle.

“i can’t help it! you’re just gonna make the kids so happyy-yyy-yyy!” you whine, tears pouring down your cheeks.

“c’mere, you crybaby.” he smiled, pulling you against his chest. “please don’t stain my shirt. we both know how hard it is to get all your eye makeup out.” he stroked your hair.

you pull away, carefully dabbing your eyes with your fingers, fanning yourself.

“i’m okay, i’m okay,” you sigh. “now, it’s time to do what i’m best at. shopping.” you grin deviously.

you two plucked four tags off the tree. a boy and a girl for each of you. you two went to the toy store first, of course. luckily this mall had one of the best toy stores in the city, with towering lego buildings and life-sized stuffed animals.

you glance down at your tag, frowning.

“okay, my girl likes dress up and dolls, science books, plushies, and cartoons… annnnd my boy likes anime, pokemon, fairytale books, and playing outside,” you hum. “they need basics too, like winter clothes and hygiene stuff, but we’ll get that stuff later. what about you?”

keigo looks at his list. “my boy likes monster trucks, crafts, dogs, and board games.. but my girls list just says.. not needed.” he frowned, clutching the paper a little tighter.

“well.. hey, maybe their family is just nervous about asking for too much?” you bite back your lip, gently brushing his arm in a comforting manner. you knew his past, so you imagined how important this was.

“well, they’re gonna get a big surprise when she gets a whole lotta presents.” he grins brightly.

you tilt your head, smiling softly. “oh, i’m sure. now cmon, let’s grab some carts. this store is gonna get cleaned out.”

each of you grabbing a cart, you stroll down the various aisles, filling it to the brim with various gifts for your angel tree kids. various dress up clothes, books of all genres and lengths (including some for as they grew up), barbie dolls, monster high dolls, bratz dolls, littlest pet shop, science kits, stuffed animals of various sizes and species, toys from popular cartoons and anime’s were airing, pokemon cards and stuffed animals, outdoor toys for all seasons, monster trucks (with batteries, of course), various craft kits and supplies, a little robot dog, and all kinds of board games. next was.. the more difficult task.

“this one’s gonna be difficult,” you sigh. “it’s hard to guess what a kids into when you don’t know anything about them…” you bite your thumb. “i mean, i had different interests depending on what day it was as a kid. monday i obsessed with my sailor moon dolls and wednesday i was bill nye making what could be equated to mustard gas in my kitchen. what about you?” as you look at him, keigo turns his head slowly, tight lipped, blinking slowly. “oh, right.. sorry.. forgot for a second. sorry honey.” you suck in air through your teeth.

“hey, i’ve got an idea though! why don’t you just.. imagine yourself as little you, and put whatever you like in the cart! anything you would have wanted as a kid, just throw it in, you know? people are always talking about that inner child stuff.”

keigo thinks for a moment.

“that’s not a bad idea. you should help, though. when i was a kid, all i wanted was loving parents,” he looked at you, who was holding in a laugh. “you’re going to hell, you know that?” he glared at you.

“i’m sorry,” you mutter out. “it’s not.. that you didn’t have parents, it’s just the way you said it…but anyways! let’s go spoil our last angel kid - we’ll, before the essentials.” you quickly change the subject.

you watch keigo as you walk down the aisles - the same ones you two raided while shopping for your other angel tree children - intently. he seemed far too analytical, as per usual.

“honey,” you hum. “remember, think like a carefree kid. i know.. that you probably had to think about all of this, but just imagine you can pick out anything you’d want, alright?”

keigo nodded. “right.. anything i’d want..”

he picked up a medium sized dollhouse.

“i used to make little figures with sticks and tissue paper, but this one comes with actual dolls. they would’ve liked a house, i think,” he puts it in the bottom of his cart. in the next aisle, he picked up various lego sets. “c’mon, every kid should have a lego set.” he says, tossing it in the cart.

as you two browse the aisles, his analytical side begins to fade away (though he still explains his reasoning for everything) as his eyes begin to light up. the size of his cart is doubled by the time you’re done. you two are walking to the front, tall carts threatening to spill when you glance at him.

“shit, i forgot to grab something. can you take this to the front for me? i’ll meet you up there.”

“of course,” he uses a few of his feathers to steady the toys in both of your carts, pushing yours. “just be quick, alright?”

as soon as he disappears, you slip into an aisle that holds various hero merchandise, picking up one of his plushies. you hold it behind your back, going to a different register while he’s distracted with paying for all of the presents and using his feathers to hold the dozens of bags. after paying, you slip the doll into your purse, meeting back with him like nothing happened.

the rest of your shopping trip was filled with getting the essentials for the kids on the list. while shopping for their clothes, you couldn’t stop gushing to keigo about how small all the clothes were, and how adorable the kids would look in all of them. you even managed to get the shopping for your family done as well.

by the time you two left, you could barely fit all of the bags in his car, including the trunk and the back seat, covering all the windows. in fact, this is how most of the drive went:

“baby can i merge?”

“i don’t know, what am i supposed to do?”

“stick your head out the window.”

“my hair’ll get ruined!”

“it’s gonna get ruined if i crash, too.”

“oh my god are we gonna get pulled over?”

“maybe, but it’ll be on their hands when they ruin christmas.”

“you’re going like, 40 over! slow down or christmas really will be ruined!”

luckily, you two made it home alive and ticket-less. thank god for keigo’s feathers, otherwise getting up the elevator with all of the bags would have been hell on earth.

as soon as you got inside, you changed into your coziest pajamas, dimming the lights as you turned on one of your favorite christmas movies, sprawling various boxes, bags, and bows across the floor with your un-opened wrapping paper. keigo, of course, made two cups of hot chocolate with extra whip cream for both of you.

three hours. two movies, six rolls of wrapping paper, and five cups of hot chocolate between the two of you later, every present was wrapped, bowed, taped, boxed, bagged, and tagged.

keigo yawned, stretching.

“finally done.. i’m gonna go get ready for bed..” he said, his eyes already half closed as he kissed your head, taking your two mugs to the sink.

“okay! i’ll be there in a few minutes!” you reply, reaching into your purse to take out the plushie that resembled him. you smiled, dropping it into a small box as you quickly wrapped it, setting it with the rest of her gifts.

next saturday, as promised, you and keigo showed up to the mall, dozens upon dozens of gifts in tow. keigo found a santa outfit but decided to skip the beard, which you heartily appreciated. you, in turn, dressed as mrs. clause, with a fluffy red skirt and calf high black boots.

as expected, keigo’s presence was met with pure excitement, each child that came up with their parents to get their presents nearly exploding with joy.

just as all of them were passed out, a small girl, who looked to be about five, approached as her mother stood a few feet back. she was in a light blue blue winter jacket a little too big for her with baggy green cargo pants. she had short curly lilac hair with wide orange eyes.

“hi there,” keigo knelt down to her. “are you yui?”

the girl nodded slowly, holding her hands behind her back.

“well, looks like i’ve got your presents right here,” keigo stepped aside, revealing the last pile of presents. her mother gasped as yui’s eyes glowed - literally. her eyes lit up like flashlights.

“for me?!” she asked excitedly.

“all for you, but don’t open ‘til christmas, alright?” keigo winked, tapping her nose.

“actually, i have something she can open now,” you spoke up, kneeling down beside keigo as you handed her the small box you kept hidden.

“you do now?” keigo asked, equally surprised as yui as she held it in her small hands. she tore it open, smiling brightly as she pulled the small plushie of keigo out.

“i love him! thank you!” she held him against her cheek, hugging him tightly.

you didn’t notice, as you were watching yui hold her new favorite plushie, but the look keigo gave you was of pure adoration - it was a look that people only dream of. it was a look knowing that you were the person he’d spend the rest of his life with.

keigo helped them pile the gifts into their car, and you two stood outside the mall, the cool wind whipping against any exposed skin.

“i can’t believe you got that by me without noticing.” he grinned at you as they drove away.

“well, you don’t need government training to be sneaky.” you tease him, shivering immediately after.

“c’mon, mrs. clause,” he wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you closer. “let’s get you something warm, hm?”

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linkonlceleste · 10 months ago

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Can you write LDS boys x reader,reader is normally quite and introverted but she tends to talk a lot with when she's with them bc she's comfortable and how'd they react

When reader/MC is an introvert

A/N: Hey anon! Thank you so much for the request!!. I hope you'll like it <3 . Tbh, I did not know how to write it properly and I'm sorry if it's not what you expected :(

Disclaimer:apologies for grammar mistakes and if my writing is not upto how the characters react/behave

Zayne

It was a calm evening.You were on the way to a cafe with a bunch of friends from neighbourhood.They dragged you along with them (you have just now went there alone and returned home,ofc you didn't tell them about that).As you passed by the library near cafe,you saw Zayne standing outside it.You immediately excused yourself telling them you had an important meeting and approached zayne in relief.Zayne watched everything you did from a distance and as you tagged along with him into the library,he inquired "You seemed like you were going to enjoy with them.Why did you leave them?". You shrugged wondering what to say as you picked a book from the shelf."I'm sorry for using you as an excuse...Well,I can obviously go with them anytime,but now I wish to have my own 'me' time",MC said smiling."You don't have to apologise but... you don't mind me being there during your 'me time?'",he asked out of curious.She nodded and replied that it was totally fine and his heart was filled with a feeling he couldn't describe.While they were reading,she kept whispering to him about one of her favourite books she read and loved.And at one point the whisper was too loud for others that they both were almost kicked out of the library.

Xavier

The duty for that day was over and as you stroll in the nearby park ,you find Xavier there.He looked exhausted as much as you did,but a wave of joy washed over you after seeing him.He did have the same expression after seeing you .You and Xavier walk side by side as they talk about their day's happenings and other random things.At one point, Xavier stopped talking and kept looking and listening to you.You notice it a little later and asked,"Wait,why am I the only one talking.Are you bored?".Xavier shook his head "No no, I'm just admiring you",he blurted it out without thinking twice.(admire how you talk nonstop only to him). "What?" "What?"

Rafayel

Rafayel was caught up in one of the most annoying parties (according to him atleast) and didn't know how to escape from there.It is not that easy to escape since his aunt asked him to be there for sure.He lazily scrutinized the room once again with his whiskey and he spotted a familiar face.He stepped towards a crowd and stood a bit away from them,enough to look at all of them. And he was right,it was indeed you among that crowd.He didn't know you loved parties,you never mentioned it.As he watched you,he noticed how the way you talked were limited compared to how you chat with him all the time.Suddenly he locked eyes with you and he quickly turned away.Then,he looked secretly back at that crowd but didn't find you there.Before he could look for you,you stood right behind him and tapped his shoulder.He turned to look at you and you got the glass of whiskey from him and drank it."I thought you loved parties a second ago,I guess you also hate parties like me",he said.You finish the last sip of whiskey and respond,"Mmh,Hate is a strong word.But you could say I'm not that good with people." "Oh,but what about me? I agree that you ran away from me initially when I talked,but how come you don't run away these days?",he asked."Maybe because you are a fish?",MC said grinning.Before he could argue and whine,he saw your outstretched hand."I know you're here in this party out of your will.Shall we go somewhere else?",you ask tilting her head.Rafayel chuckled and took your hand kissing the back of your palm saying,"You mean,run away together? Sure my lady",he overexaggerated and you shook your head smiling along with him ."Let's go,your majesty".

A/N: I won't take any other requests at the moment,sorry but maybe in the future not for sure .Thank you so much for reading and the support,take care :) ❤️

#love and deepspace #xavier love and deepspace #zayne love and deepspace #rafayel love and deepspace #love and deepspace x reader #love and deepspace drabble #love and deepspace fanfiction

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queenie-ofthe-void · 4 months ago

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The Babysitter Chronicles - Mayfield pt 1

Steve POV 5+1 (immediately follows s2) || wc: 1.9k || cws: check tags || full fic ao3

Henderson || Mayfield pt 1 / Mayfield pt 2 || Sinclair || Wheeler || Byers || +1 Hopper

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Steve can’t believe he’s willingly knocking on the Hargroves’ door. As if his own anxiety wasn’t problem enough, the shrill sounds of two people arguing over the thrashing volume of metal music sets his teeth on edge. After a few seconds of waiting, he knocks harder. The arguing stops abruptly, and he hears a woman’s voice call out to wait a moment.

He hopes the woman opens the door, assuming it’s Max’s mom. He doesn’t know her stepdad, but if the man is anything like his son, Steve wants to avoid him at all costs. Since Billy’s Camaro is missing from the driveway, hopefully he can avoid both of them.

To his relief, a woman with bright, copper hair and freckled skin opens the door. Her yellow cleaning gloves are almost dry, but there are still wet spots scattered on her pink t-shirt and jeans, as well as a few bleach stains. Large, blue circles halo her green, bloodshot eyes. Steve pretends not to notice the dried tear tracks striping her splotchy red cheeks.

“What can I help you with?”

“Hi, Mrs. Hargrove, I’m here to talk to you about–”

“Oh no, hun,” she interrupts him, “I’m sorry but we aren’t interested.”

Steve looks down at himself, wearing a normal blue windbreaker and jeans, and wonders what she thinks he’s selling. Before she can shut the door, Steve catches the edge to hold it open. He sees her flinch at the force of his grip, the flash of fear behind her eyes reminding him of Max’s two weeks ago. He lets go, taking a step back to give her some space.

“No, ma’am, my name’s Steve Harrington and–”

“Susan,” the man screams from inside the house, loud and angry and too similar to the sound of his own father’s voice after a few drinks. They both flinch, Mrs. Hargrove faster to recover. Even though she’s standing straight, seemingly filled with confidence, Steve can still spot anxiety in the thin line of her mouth. “Who the hell is it?”

“It’s no one, Neil, just some boy selling magazine subscriptions,” she shouts, moving back inside.

Steve turns to leave, hopes dashed, when he feels a hand wrap around his wrist.

She leans close, lowering her voice. “You’re Steve?” He nods. Mrs. Hargrove chances a glance over her shoulder, then looks back to him again, absentmindedly chewing on her bottom lip. “Wait around the side of the house, I shouldn’t be too long, ok?”

The door shuts in his face, almost grazing his nose. Steve wonders if he shouldn’t just leave, if she’s the kind of person to set him up and send Billy or Neil out to greet him instead. Except she seemed genuine, and this might be his only chance to win her approval.

He waits for almost twenty minutes before she finds him leaned up against the siding underneath what he assumes is Max’s window, since he’s pretty sure Billy isn’t reading last month’s issue of Tiger Beat. She pulls out a pack of smokes from the pocket of her sweater, and he frowns when she doesn’t offer him one.

“So,” she says after a long exhale, “you’re the boy Billy and Max won’t stop talking about?” She ashes her cigarette, giving him enough time to school his stunned expression. “Can’t seem to shut up about you, surprised you’ve never been around before. Smart that you haven’t, though. Don’t blame you at all.”

“What do you mean?” Steve prods.

“Well Billy’s been bitching about you all year, practically. Saying you’re the reason he ain’t captain of the basketball team. Neil didn’t care too much for the excuses, though. Hasn’t let the poor boy forget it.” She takes a step closer to him and he watches as she looks over his split lip, the stitches, and his black eye. “Figured there was more to it than that.”

“He’s got the spot now,” he lets out a self-deprecating scoff, “can’t exactly play with a concussion.”

Her l brow creases as she frowns at him, tilting her head to the side. “You know, Max never really told me what happened that night two weeks ago. She got home almost an hour before Billy did, dropped off by God knows who–”

“The Sinclair’s, ma’am,” Steve interrupts. He second guesses whether or not he should bring up Lucas at all, realizing too late the problems that could cause, when Mrs. Hargrove smiles.

“Is that the young boy she’s been hanging around lately– him and his friends?” She ashes again. There’s a light in her eyes that’s been missing since he first met her, and she shines with it.

“Yes, ma’am. Lucas Sinclair.”

Genuine concern laces her question when she asks “is he sweet to her?”. But her small smile tells him maybe she already knows the answer, just looking for confirmation.

Images of the worst day of Steve’s life flash through his mind, and in them he can spot the soft moments. Max and Lucas comforting each other, always searching the other out across a crowded room. Lucas’ poorly concealed admiration and Max’s fondness masked under a layer of sarcasm as thin as tissue paper.

“Yeah, he’s sweet to her,” Steve replies, answering her smile with his own. “Lucas is a great kid, Mrs. Hargrove. One of the best.”

Her eyes water and she smiles again, but it’s strained this time, as she looks towards the house where screaming music filters through the walls. Steve sees the weight on her shoulders, the burden of living with someone like Neil Hargrove. He feels sympathy on the fringes of his conscience when he thinks of being married to a man like that, or being raised by one. How that kind of anger could turn a kid into someone like Billy, or scare someone enough to stay in a bad situation.

The sympathy fades into a bitter aftertaste when he thinks of Max. He knows all too well what it’s like to live in a home with a scared mother and an angry father. How it feels to have a mother who will rock you in her arms and say everything’s ok, only to stand behind her husband when the belt comes off.

He looks at Mrs. Hargrove and notices small bruises lining the inside of her right arm. The noise permeating from the house forces its way into Steve’s pores. All he can smell are stale cigarettes and motor oil. There’s empty beer cans sticking out underneath the bushes along the house and he kicks at one, harder than he should. He can’t help picture matching bruises on Max’s small, frail arms, and suddenly it’s all too much.

“Mrs. Hargrove, I came here to tell you I want to be Max’s babysitter.”

She frowns, clearly taken aback by the abrupt change of subject. “Oh, well it’s usually Billy’s job to–”

“Billy is the one who did this, ma’am.” He gestures to his face and attempts to reel in his frustration. “To be frank with you, Billy almost killed me and one of the kids I was with that night. He’s dangerous, especially to her. And you know that. You have to know that. Right?”

Mrs. Hargrove sighs, dropping her cigarette into the grass to wipe the tears at the corners of her eyes. She pulls down the sleeves of her sweater, crossing her arms over her chest as she folds in on herself. Makes herself smaller.

She hesitates before saying, “Neil will be upset if Billy isn’t the one bringing her places. Says it gives him responsibility. Accountability.”

“Good thing Billy won’t have time now that he’s captain of the basketball team. And isn’t that what his dad wants?” Steve will counter every argument she has if he has to. He refuses to let another kid grow up in an angry home, scared and alone, even though Max’s is so much louder than his own. Somehow he thinks that might be worse than his own, empty, quiet home.

“We can’t pay you.”

“I’m not asking for any money. I’ll do it for free.”

She shakes her head, frustrated and out of objections. “You think you can keep her safe from them when I can’t, is that it?” Her voice cracks, and it cuts through him.

Steve tries to relax, opening up his stance and softening his voice. Hoping that she just hears him out. “I know you don’t know me, and that you and your family are new around here, but the Harrington’s are a big name in this town. My parents are well connected to lawyers and local politicians. I’m close with Jim Hopper, the police chief–”

“Is that supposed to be a threat?” She snaps. He notices she’s shaking and he raises his open hands up higher.

“No, ma’am. It’s not a threat.” Steve looks her in the eyes, tries to convey everything he’s so bad at saying and everything he’s probably missed along the way. “It’s a promise that she’ll be safe with me, no matter what, and I’d do anything to keep that promise. Please, Mrs. Hargrove.”

He thinks it’s the please that gets her. Steve can see the moment she caves, heaves another great, heavy sigh as she wipes her sleeve across her eyes a final time before tucking it back under her arms. The quiet eventually settles between them. She pulls the pack of smokes out again, holding one out to him in offering. He takes it.

“She needs rides to and from school,” she starts, staring at him as she speaks. Steve doesn’t know what she’s hoping to see, but he feels himself light up inside, excitement beaming out through his wide smile and crinkled eyes. “Neil gets home first, usually around five. I work shifts, so sometimes the latest I get home is after nine.”

“Max can stay at my house as long as she wants,” Steve says, not bothering to keep the enthusiasm from his voice. “Even if it has to be overnight, I’ve got a spare bedroom that we never use. I’m also more than happy to bring her home after nine when you work late, so you don’t have to drive across town when you’re done.”

Steve knows his implications are obvious. He’s willing to do whatever it takes to keep Max out of the house when her mom isn’t home. He can’t help how desperate he feels at the idea of her being alone here anymore than she already has been, and how he’s so close to making sure that it never happens again.

He can already picture Max’s muddy shoes in the entryway on a Friday afternoon, and hear her bitching about his cereal choices on a Sunday morning. She’ll wrestle with Dustin over the remote for Saturday morning cartoons. Steve’ll even learn how to cook for three, standing in the kitchen over a hot stove while the two kids do homework at the counter, posted up on the barstools that’ve never been used before.

He’s practically choking on the idea that he’s not just giving these kids a place to hang out, but that they’ll be hanging out with him. In his own house. For the first time in almost four years, Steve’s house will have people in it. People who like him and actually want him around. Kids for him to watch out for, and take care of when they need it.

“Alright,” Mrs. Hargrove sighs, “let me go grab a pen and paper, I’ll give you my schedule for the month.”

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fuckinthewholetown · 9 months ago

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Fallingforyou - Matty Healy Chapter One

I’m kind of shitting myself posting this but, it is what it is. If you think it’s shit, feel free to tell me, but please be nice or I will cry. I’ve also only skimmed over this so if there’s any typos, please tell me so I can fix this.

Tags: Slight angst, swearing, mentions of religion, gay, probably bad writing

Word Count: 2309

As much as you love touring, you’re the first person to admit it can get repetitive. Wake up in a random hotel room, get to the venue, sound check, perform, and repeat.

However, today is different. Today you’re performing a sold out show at Wembley Stadium to 90,000 people. This is the day you’ve dreamt about since you were five, giving one woman performances to your parents in your living room. And the cherry on top is you get to do it with four of your best mates.

Your day starts off as normal, doing your skincare routine in a hotel bathroom in the heart of London. You’re living the dream. That is until you hear a knock at your door. As you’re walking over to answer it, you pull your hair out of the makeshift pony tail it was in previously. Before you could fully open the door, it barges open and your guitarist and best friend Maddie O’Connell storms into the room.

“We need to talk.” She says, pacing back and forth.

“Ok, calm down. There’s absolutely no reason to be this stressed. Take a crystal.” You say, pulling some green agate out of your bra. You’re met with no response, just a deadpan stare. “Noted, not in a crystals mood. What’s up, this is the best day of our careers, it must be something big to get you this stressed.”

“You have to look me in the eye and promise that you’re not going to freak out” She says, sitting down on a seat in the corner of the room.

“I promise. Unless you’re shagging Matty Healy or Harry Styles, then I revoke that promise”

“Not exactly… It’s Ross” She says, refusing to look you in the eye. You stay silent, internally freaking out but refusing to break the promise you made to her. She takes this as you not understanding what she’s on about “Ross Macdonald… The bassist of the”

“Yes, I know who you’re on about!” You say, cutting her off before she can say anything else and send you into even more of a mental breakdown. You stand up, now it’s your turn to pace the room. “You’re fucking the bassist of my favourite band and you just conveniently don’t tell me until 5 hours before the biggest show of our careers? I love you to death, but you need to get better timing babes”

“I know,” she says, still refusing to make eye contact with you, “and we’re not fucking. Well, we are but it’s more than that. I like him, and I think he likes me.”

“How long?”

“Six months…”

“Six months!” This information is enough to stop you in your tracks, “you’ve been shagging the human equivalent of Jesus for 6 months and you forgot to mention it!”

“I’m sorry! I knew you’d freak out because you’re a big fan and I wanted to make sure it was serious before I got your hopes up. However, I’ve kinda been forced into telling you.”

You sit back down, confused over her last statement. “What do you mean forced into telling me? If one of the girls is secretly a bitch and forcing you into this, we can become a group of four. I’m a big boy, I can sing and play an instrument at the same time.” That half joke is enough to make her finally make eye contact with you.

“It’s nothing like that, the girls don’t know yet you’re the first person I told. I’ve been forced into telling you because they’re coming tonight, all four of them are watching the show.” And that statement is the straw that broke the camels back, you’re officially freaking out.

“What? They’re watching us tonight? All four of them are watching us? Oh god, I have to look Matty Healy in the eyes knowing I’ve read the dirtiest tumblr fanfiction about him. I read one of him as a priest, oh god I’m going to hell!” You say, putting your head into your hands. Maddie on the other hand does not see the seriousness of this situation and bursts out laughing.

“Him as a priest? Didn’t strike you as the religious type.” A chuckle escapes your lips as you finally return the eye contact.

“I went to an all girls catholic school actually, I love Jesus.”

“You came out of that school with minor alcoholism and even more gay than you were when you went in, I think Jesus would be disappointed.” She quips back. You laugh, standing back up from your slight mental breakdown.

“I’m happy for you, I really am. When are they getting here?”

“Just before sound check.”

“Before sound check?” You respond, falling back into your mental breakdown. “That’s in less than an hour. I’m meeting my celebrity crush and your new fuck buddy in less than an hour? Get the fuck out, I need to do a full face in 20 minutes!”

You all but push her out the hotel room, scrambling to get ready for the biggest moment of your life.

After somehow managing to do your hair, makeup, and put on a hot ass outfit in under an hour, you walked into the green room at Wembley Stadium. What met your eyes was what could best be described as a sight out of 16 year olds you’s wet dream. All four members of The 1975 sat around the table, gossiping about who knows what. As you walk in, the room goes silent. Luckily, your bandmates are there to quell the awkwardness. The pianist of your band, Sienna Turner is the first to speak.

“Boys,” She says, standing up and dragging you by the forearm into the circle, “this is Y/N!” You were expecting to be met with blank stares, but instead the boys jump up to greet you, tackling you into bear hugs. It’s a warm welcome off everyone. Well, mostly everyone. The man you’ve loved since you were a teenager stays sat in the corner of the room, closed off and refusing to even acknowledge your existence. You figure it’s probably just him being an introvert, so you go over to introduce yourself personally.

“Hey.” You say, hoping for any kind of response. You don’t get one. No acknowledgement, no hey back, not even a snarky comment, he just ignores you. This is not how you imagined this day would go.

“Damn,” you follow up, “I knew you’re an Aries, but I didn’t think you’d act so much like one.” You let out a slight chuckle. He, on the other hand, does not find this so funny.

“Good God.” He responds, rolling his eyes and taking another sip of his drink.

He hates you. The man you’ve been enamored by for almost 10 years despises you. The only possible explanation is he’s seen your private TikTok reposts of endless thirst traps of himself. Nevertheless, you had a show to do. And if there’s on thing you can do despite external feelings, it’s fucking shit up on stage. You nail sound check, sounding better than you ever have. Probably a mix of adrenaline and frustration over the fact that your childhood crush seemingly hates you for absolutely no reason.

You exit stage after sound check, immediately going back to the green room to get ready for the actual show. As you’re getting your makeup and hair done, conversation flows. You and your friends are talking to the boys as if you’ve been friends for years and you didn’t just meet them an hour ago.

“So, Y/N. You’re into like crystals and shit aren’t you? What’s that like, I don’t really get it.” George says, turning all eyes on you.

“It’s not for everyone, but I find comfort in manifestation and things like that. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t think incense will cure cancer but keeping rose quartz in my bra definitely isn’t going to hinder my love life.” You laugh, trying to keep your response brief.

“Bullshit.” Comes from the corner of the room. The first words you’ve heard from Matty since your brief conversation earlier in the day. The room falls silent and you feel a red hue cover your face. The longer the silence, the thicker the tension in the air. You clear your throat, trying to restrain yourself from going over to him and giving him a black eye.

“Like I said, it isn’t for everyone. I was cleansing my room once and my mum thought I was smoking weed. When I told her what I was doing, I think she’d have preferred if I was doing drugs.” Everyone starts laughing and the room erupts into conversation again as if nothing happened. Every so often, you catch a glimpse of Matty in the corner of your eye. He never seems to move, his phone in one hand and a beer in the other. As you zone out of the conversation, your mind moves to deciphering why on Earth he could hate you so much. Nothing comes to mind, you’ve never met him before and you’ve definitely said nothing bad about him publically. Quite the opposite in fact, as last year a drunk video of you singing Robbers went viral on TikTok.

You zoned out for so long, before you knew it it was time to go on stage and perform the biggest show of your life.

“Ok girlies!” Ava Fletcher, the drummer in your band and also the member you’ve known the longest, speaks up. “This is it. No pressure but there’s 90 thousand people out there who’ve come specifically to watch us, so if we put on a shit performance our careers are probably over. But absolutely no pressure, just have a good show.” You laugh, leaning into the group hug you do before every show however this one felt different. The sense of adrenaline and fear within the group was unlike anything before. There was a lot riding on this show, and if you fucked it up a lot of people would be disappointed. However, all of these feelings are washed away when you’re wrapped into a hug by George.

“Blow their fucking minds out their.” He whispers into your ear. All feelings of nervousness are washed away when you realise you’re being hugged by the drummer of your favourite band. You go around, being given motivational speeches by every member of the band. Well, almost every member other than, you guessed it, Matty. He encouraged every member of your band except you, walking off before you could get to him.

The beginning of every show is always the worst. Hearing the roaring crowds increases your heart rate tenfold, but the stakes are even higher for this show. With one last group hug, you put your in ears in and run on stage, ready to start the show. As the show goes on, you occasionally glance side of stage to where the boys are standing. Everytime you make eye contact with them, they give you an encouraging smile or thumbs up. Matty on the other hand continues to evade eye contact, choosing to watch a different member of the band. However that didn’t stop you from putting on one hell of a show, and that’s what you did. You blew the metaphorical roof of that stadium, it was arguably the best show you ever did. The adrenaline high you had once you ran off stage couldn’t be ruined, even by a moody former celebrity crush.

The moment you exit stage, you’re immediately crushed by a massive group hug involving your band and the boys. Despite all of this, the only thing you can focus on is the hand around your waist. It’s Matty. You don’t think he meant it, instinctively putting it there when he was dragged into the hug. Nonetheless the area he was holding felt like it was burning under his touch, his calloused hands leaving marks on the skin underneath them. The group hug is cut short when he pulls away, clearing his throat slightly and going back to cradling his drink.

You do the rounds, talking to everyone backstage and discussing the nuances of the show and how amazing the audience were. This repetitive conversation continues until you get back around to him. You expect to be met with no eye contact, maybe an eye roll if you were lucky, but what happens next surprises you.

“You did alright out there, Princess.” The confusion on your face is palpable, at both the nickname and his sudden talkative nature. “Princess, like Princess Kida from The Lost City of Atlantis. It’s funny because,” you cut him off.

“Our band name is Lost Atlantis, yeah I get it. It’s funny.” You respond, a dead pan expression on your face. The tension was obvious, you could cut it with a knife. That is until Moon Dixon, your bassist, comes up behind you and wraps you in a hug.

“We’re all going back to Maddie's place to have a few drinks, you joining us?” She says, mostly to you but including Matty in the conversation as well.

“Yeah, let me get into something less sweaty and gross first though.” You laugh, trying to hide your disappointment as he walks off to join the rest of his band.

Get over yourself, you thought to yourself as you walked back up to your dressing room. Just because Mattys a dick doesn’t take away from the fact that this is the best day of your life. You just performed your biggest show ever, and three out of the four members are lovely. But despite this, you can’t get the curly haired man out of your mind. You see him every time you blink. How have you gone from badass pop girlie to pathetic simp in the space of three hours?

Chapter Two

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agendabymooner · 1 year ago

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when emma falls in love ! daniel r. x ofc (måneskin member!ofc)

“emma met a boy with eyes like a man. turns out, her heart fits right in the palm of his hand.”

summary: daniel was away for work most of the time and so lorelei hester alessandro-ricciardo took it upon herself to let out the words that she would normally whisper in the empty air of their home in australia and began a pregnancy journal entry on her twitter.

content warning: pregnancy (i mean obv), lando being a good sport and godfather, talks of nesting, cravings, mentions episiotomy, use of explicit language, abba references. press to full view the tweets ❤️

note: i haven’t touched this series in a while huh? enjoy xx

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tagged danielricciardo, loricciardo, colabebe

liked by lewishamilton, charles_leclerc, carlossainzjr

user1 rip to all the margaritas that lester never had liked by lando.jpg

user2 why do i feel like the bump photo’s the only decent photo you’ve taken of the two?

lando.jpg because it is.

oscarpiastri still mad at you for drinking my margarita

user3 did he open his legs?

user4 “baby parmesan” 😭 it was a offhanded comment made once by daniel and now that’s the baby’s nickname

lando.jpg yeah we call him “our little par” but the italian side of the family doesn’t agree with it. all except from mateoales

user5 “lori’s in her prime” like she was there since day one 🫡

loricciardo danielricciardo why don’t we have any decent maternity photos? liked by lando.jpg

danielricciardo because we’re not decent people, doll 😉

lando.jpg take Monza 2021, for example.

loricciardo i really love that you are the “goddaddy” as you called you are, to my child. but god, do i want to fight you for bringing up the champagne photo

lando.jpg i didn’t say anything about photos 🫣🤐

thomasraggi_ that margarita was soooo good

ykaaar too bad lester never got a taste of the spirit-free one 🤨

loricciardo what. there was a spirit-free margarita? and landonorris didn’t even bother telling me???

lando.jpg slipped out of my mind bc i was hosting the party 😅

loricciardo i’m mad now.

loricciardo and we’re in the same house. i hope you have your suitcase packed.

colabebe 😂

user6 happy lester is the best lester

maxverstappen1 i hope i didn’t offend you loricciardo

loricciardo you agreed when carlos said that i was growing a giant wheel of parmesan 🤨

charles_leclerc that’s what you don’t say to a pregnant woman, maxie

maxverstappen1 fuck off, like you didn’t tell aimee “rip that pussy” when you found out the twins were heavier than average

charles_leclerc i learned haven’t i?

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mateoales little par looks bigger now 🤨 liked by danielricciardo

danielricciardo little par’s a bit of a kicker too. he could play for man united.

mateoales or he could be a driver

loricciardo chill out, tesoro. we’re not putting little par on a car yet, alright 😒

user1 SHE OFFICIALLY CALLED BABY RIC ‘PARMESAN’ WE WON FELLAS liked by danielricciardo

user2 have you tried her deep fried tim tams?

daniel3.jpg no because she eats them all 🤨

loricciardo 😠😠 i offered you a dipped one

daniel3.jpg a half eaten one but thank you for the kind gesture wife ❤️

user3 “the wife” gives off lester’s “he’s fiancé” vibes

user4 not gonna lie, i’m kind of excited to see baby ric wreak havoc in the paddock

redbullracing he’d make a good addition to the red bull team 😊 liked by danielricciardo

scuderiaferrari funnily enough, we’ve already got him a ferrari suit to wear and race to 😎 nice try though 🤐 liked by loricciardo

mercedesamgf1 oh dang, you too? 😅 i’m pretty sure our lady boss designed our mercedes suit for the baby ric

redbullracing not your lady boss but okay ✋

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rayofdawnworld · 9 months ago

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Too Late part 3

Here is part 3 of Too Late a fic that was inspired by this board done by the brilliant @darkficsyouneveraskedfor, please check out her page if you don't already know her and @thezombieprostitute also a brilliant writer that you look in too in case you don't already know her either.

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Mr. Beckwourth was a kind soul. You came across him one early morning on your way to the university, six months into your escape, unconscious by the sidewalk. You didn’t know how long he had been there, but he did have a wicked gush on his forehead. Luckily for you and him, the milk lad was passing by on his way to deliveries when he spotted the two of you and recognised the old man instantly. Telling you to wait with him, the young man sprinted in a direction and came back with the man's neighbours, a foreign middle-aged couple. After telling them where you worked and asking them to send any news, you collected yourself and made your way to work.

You received news about him a week later. The poor man was robbed; yes, he was fine; no, he didn't see who did it. After some visits and friendly banter, you became friends and had a standing agreement that every Saturday morning, you would go out to the docks with Mr. Beckwourth to get his supply of fish and then help him sell it in the market.

You were busily accepting an order of salmon and herring when your stomach lurched. Surely you were mistaken.

Ever since you ran away from your previous life, you have lived in fear of a tall figure with broad shoulders finding you and dragging you back to those horrid people you called family. They would kill you if you ever went back home before you came of age, after what became of Darling Anne.

There was no way that a man like Sherlock Holmes would come to the market to buy his food. Unless he was in one of his cases, why would it bring him here? You had no clue; you just hoped that whatever it was didn't bring him to this point.

Oh, yes, you had followed the news discreetly (no point in letting those around you know you were literate.), but diligently. You knew all about him and his service to the crown and its citizens. Best not to test fate. I’ve come too far. Your thought was desperate as you dove below the stall and rubbed some fish guts on your cheek and head. I’ll have to spend some money in one of the washhouses with warm water then. Mrs. Acker will have a fit if I show up soiled again. You rose again with a cheery smile, despite your fear about whether you may or may not have been seen.

You were hyper-aware of yourself leaving the market. Once, twice, three times you could have sworn you were being followed, but when you stopped in front of a shop or pretended to turn in the wrong street, with a piece of paper in your hand to make it believable, you had either come across a vagrant or no one at all. It took you longer than normal to get to the washhouse, but it was worth the coin and your time. You didn't afford yourself many luxuries, but good ointments and oils for your skin, courtesy of the two nurses, who were just old school mates and the young governess who took care of some lonely boys on the other side of London at night, and a weekly wash—a habit picked up by your mother and father's stay in their respective corners of the east—were a must. It was, in part, also why you decided to help Mr. Beckwourth. Not only did you like the old man, it also gave you a reason to visit the washhouses once a week. The ones with warm and hot water were cheaper than the tepid tub that Mrs. Acker managed. Having one last look around, you quickly dogged into the washhouse.

It was closer to evening when you finally made it to the house. Exsusted, not only from the week of labour you had but from walking up and down the streets of London just in case your follower from last night or that nuisance Sherlock Holmes had seen you or at least suspected it was you and tried to follow you back to your residence.

Thanking Mrs. Acker for allowing you to take your supper in your room, you made your way up to what once had been a small attic workshop with a partial glass roof but was now a small room. You didn't mind it. The glass part of the roof had a hatch you could open in the summer, keeping the room cool. After all, who would climb to the roof to steal steel from a humble boarding house? And since the fireplace chimney ran through your room, it kept the winter chill out, despite part of the roof being made of glass. You liked the roof like this. It saved you on candles and gas for the lantern; it provided you with lots of natural light for you to read when you were in your room. And you always did love the sound of the rain.

All in all, it was a quiet place with its share of whimsy. You had fallen in love with it the moment you saw it. Yes, it was a hassle to go down a flight of stairs every time you needed to go to the washroom, but since it was on the smaller side and was in the attic, it did come in cheaper than the other rooms, which suited you nicely. After eating, you settled down for some well-earned rest.

You didn't know that on the other side of London, in an apartment on Baker Street, a tall man with wide shoulders and dark blue eyes seethed in anger.

It had been by sheer coincidence that he found you at the market. Watson had to do some hours at the hospital, and Mary, being heavily pregnant, asked him to help her with her errands at the market. He stood silent as you helped an older man behind the fishmonger's stand. You couldn't help but notice your still-smooth hands. They had thickened with what he deduced was years of hard work, but they were still fine with smooth skin. On the subject of your skin, that too was fine, smooth, and quite clean. It didn't have any of the telltale muck common among the more impoverished folk. He didn't see how you could afford the cost of regular baths in a boarding house, so it could only be through the use of the washhouses that you could keep so clean. It still didn't explain the softness of your skin and healthy glow. Sherlock only had time to quickly turn around before you raised your eyes in his direction. He was going to take advantage of his luck. It seemed that he would move his plans forward by a whole day and a half. Making sure that Mary was alright and excusing himself, he made his way to the first beggar he found near the steps of the market.

He was going to put his homeless network to good use. He would know where you lived by nightfall.

Nightfall provided him with nothing. Despite no less than fifteen of his best in the Homeless Network having followed you discreetly, you still managed to give them the slip, more or less where he had followed you last night. He grabbed the skull on the fire mantle and threw it angrily at the wall. He then shot the wall for good measure.

That sent Mr. Hudson into hysteria, threatening him about calling the Yard. No doubt Watson would have some choice words come Monday morning if previous fits of rage had taught him anything. He growled and threw more things at the wall opposite him.

Pussycat was in for a right spanking when he finally got his hands on her.

Pussycat was in for a whole lot more when he got his hands on her. A lot more.

Sherlock smiled in the darkness, clutching his violin bow in his hands.

#obsessed!sherlock #dark!sherlock holmes #reader insert #smart!reader

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thedoctorisgroovy · 5 months ago

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She'd Be California

In which Spencer is a certified lover boy and meets barista Phoebe, who he falls in love with in an instant.

» Pairing: Spencer Reid x OC

» Word count: 1881

» Warnings/Tags: No warnings! fluff, like so much fluff, sickeningly sweet fluff, basically candyfloss, Morgan is there too

» A/N: I wanted to start a series of one shots based off of songs I like and this was so fun and cute to write, I loved it :) if I do more, I'll make a masterlist at some point. This genuinely took a lot of time and energy to write so I hope y'all like it. It is mega cheesy I swear.

Spencer had visited California many times on different cases throughout his tenure with the BAU/FBI and had thoroughly decided he’d had enough of it. It was hot, humid, and sweaty, three of his least favourite words. He never understood the appeal of moving to L.A like so many other people had; never felt drawn to the glitz and glamour of Hollywood and movie stars, never felt the urge to take pictures near the sign, or even simply spend time on the beach. Sand was another of his least favourite words. Perhaps it was the gruesome nature of his work that had tinted his view of the so-called “Golden State,” painting it in various shades of red and grey instead. That was until, he saw her.

The day he saw her in that coffee shop, it was like the world had exploded into colour and simultaneously stopped spinning on its’ axis. Every sensation in his body went into overdrive; the lights were brighter, sounds louder, heart pounding and the hairs on his arms and neck stood to attention. If he hadn’t known the science behind how dopamine and norepinephrine works, he would’ve assumed he’d gone into fight or flight mode. Her long blonde hair bounced softly in its’ ponytail - cascading in gentle waves down her shoulders. Her smile more confident and more radiant than anything he’d ever seen and she glowed - a perfect sun kissed tan enveloping her entire body which meant she probably wasn’t from Virginia.

He and Agent Morgan had decided to take a coffee break from their paperwork and decided to go for a walk instead of just getting coffee from the kitchen, and thanks to a god he wasn’t sure he believed in, she was working behind the coffee machine at that precise moment. A familiar hand slapping him on the back sent the world reeling again and he realised he needed to close his jaw which was hanging loosely like an idiot.

“An IQ of 187 but it still drops to 60 when you see a pretty girl huh Reid?” Morgan’s voice teased behind him. Spencer rolled his eyes at Morgan but winced internally knowing deep down he was right and hoping she hadn’t seen him staring like some sort of pervert.

“Is she new? I’ve never seen her before.” Spencer questioned, barely squeaking out his words. Morgan shook his head slowly and a dejected sigh fell from his lips.

“I don’t know Reid, why don’t you go ask her?” Spencer started to protest in panic but Morgan cut him off before his anxiety could reach a heightened state “…Or you could order our coffee and talk to her normally?” Morgan offered, a smile forming on his lips while placing a sympathetic hand on Spencer’s shoulder. Spencer nodded and tried to swallow the lump of anxiety forming in his throat as he joined the coffee line, Morgan stepping away to see if his boy had any semblance of game - which if he was honest, he doubted.

Spencer desperately and anxiously wrung his hands together as he inched closer in line to the counter, ruminating a million times over in his head about what he wants to order and to say to her. Casual small talk isn’t really one of his strong suits, one of his colleagues reminded him when he told her he was trying to learn how to be more conversational. Her exact words were “Oh. It’s not working.” Her words, Morgan’s advice and his own thoughts swirled like a tornado on the warpath.

Before he knew it, he was face to face with her, immediately noticing her eyes. The way different shades of blue danced around each other and blended together, creating an ocean to get lost in. Unfortunately, Spencer hadn’t realised that she had asked him a question, causing him to blink himself back to the real world and try to cover his embarrassment with a small cough.

“I’m so sorry, what did you say?” Spencer stuttered out. She smiled sweetly and doubled down on her question.

“I asked, what can I get you, handsome?” His heart pounded at the nickname, his cheeks blushing a very obvious tomato shade of red. There was no hiding his crush now, everyone in the store could see it. He decided to bite the proverbial bullet and muster any confidence he could, taking a deep-ish breath before replying.

“Uh, could I get a Large Black Americano, A Large Latte with almond milk and your number?” His voice unintentionally pitching a few octaves higher at that last part. Her eyes flitted quickly back to his at the final part of his question, stopping her from writing the order down on the cups. She pursed her lips and paused deliberately, looking him up and down.

“Oh god, oh no, she thinks I’m a creep, I’ve ruined it, I can never come here again.” Spencer monologued internally, palms starting to sweat and the odd sensation of the tie around his neck tightening.

“Name for the order?” She asked expressionless, much to Spencer’s disappointment.

“Spencer?” He accidentally queried.

“You don’t know your own name?” She taunted.

“No, no I do! It’s Spencer.” Was she flirting with him he questioned? He hoped she was because if not, this toying with him was downright mean and humiliating and he genuinely didn’t know if he could take it.

“Well Spencer, I’ll think about it.” His name lingered on her tongue, emphasising both syllables combined with a low and sultry tone - mercilessly teasing him and finishing her statement with a wink, before turning to her colleague with the two cups in her hands. She turned back to him with a cheeky smile and gestured down towards the pick up point at the end of bar, showing where to wait and that the conversation was unfortunately over. Spencer’s head span. He couldn’t tell whether the interaction had gone well or whether to be utterly mortified. It seemed like she was flirting, but she could’ve simply been polite, or worse; mocking him for asking her. In moments like this, he wished that he didn’t have an eidetic memory. Playing the situation over and over again provided no relief as he hadn’t picked up on enough social cues to determine the answer to his incessant questions. As he waited for his and Morgans’ coffee’s, he looked around for Morgan, catching sight of him near the door. Morgan raised his eyebrows in request and all Spencer could do was shrug his shoulders lightly.

After what felt like a small eternity, Spencer heard his name called lightly and turned to see her holding out the two drinks in front of her. Spencer reached out to take the drinks and accidentally brushed his hands with hers, causing a bolt of electricity to ride through his body and stain his neck and face bright red once again.

“My name’s Phoebe by the way. My number’s on your cup and I have a break in 30 minutes.” Flashing another sunny smile to his flushed face.

“I’m not sure if you know this, but Phoebe is actually a Greek name meaning radiant or shining one…” He paused, unsure whether to tread further with his compliment “…which after meeting you, I can definitely say is true to the translation.” Now it was Phoebe’s turn to blush, maybe he wasn’t so bad at this flirting thing after all.

“I have to get back to work now, my colleague is standing over there waiting and watching me make a potential fool of myself but I’ll call you! I’ll absolutely call you.” Spencer stumbled hurriedly over his words, and walked away before giving her time to react or embarrass himself further. As he approached Morgan with a sheepish yet proud smile, he could see the shit-eating grin plastered across Morgans face and the palm already raised in preparation for a congratulatory pat on the back.

“See kid? I knew you could do it.” Spencer nodded absent-mindedly, the twinkle in his eye growing at the praise. As they left the shop and walked back to Quantico, Spencer noted a red sports car parked across the street and debated in his mind if it was Phoebe’s. While he didn’t know anything about her, her looks and flirtatious personality allowed his mind to be convinced that it was, and in the 30 minutes sat at his desk watching the clock, he imagined what a date would be like driving down the road in it. She seemed like the kind of girl who would pick him up instead.

Which is exactly what happened one week later.

Phoebe pulled up to Spencers’ place in her car with the roof down and music blaring. She honked the car horn alerting him to her presence, even though he was already outside his apartment building and waiting for her. Usually, he would be embarrassed by the amount of attention she was drawing to them both, but all he could do was chuckle and shake his head. She lent over the passenger seat to open his door and as he climbed in, he realised he was seeing her whole body for the first time. Even though it wasn’t a particularly warm day, she wore a pair of cute black shorts, showing off her gorgeous long sun tanned legs. She’d paired them with a pretty red short sleeved shirt and he felt that no one in Hollywood could look this good.

Spencer suddenly felt insecure in his sweater and slacks, eyes scanning her body bashfully. Phoebe leaned slightly to place a kiss on his cheek - after noticing that he was staring - filling his body with fire and validation.

“You look cute too handsome!” She affirmed, using the nickname she’d given him during their first interaction. Spencer gave her a wide eyed grin and tentatively reached out to squeeze her hand that was resting on the gear stick.

“Shall we go?” He offered, eager to start their date. He wasn’t sure where/when this new side of him had formed but if it was because of her, he certainly didn’t mind. She gave a returning squeeze and shifted the gear into drive. They speed off down the streets, hair blowing in the breeze and Spencer thought he might already be in love.

As they continued their dates, Spencer fell hard and fast for everything about her. He drank her in like a luxurious red wine, savouring the richness of her personality, a spark for life he’d never known in another person. She ignited a heat within him, a constant simmering passion for something other than his special interests. She was beautiful, funny, vibrant and he felt an inexplicable pull to learn everything about her.

In another lifetime, he knew that Hollywood execs would’ve been driving down the Sunset Strip looking for a star like her to be the face of their movies and he knew he’d be by her side when she received her Walk of Fame star. He’d never had any interest in California before her, but after knowing her for a short time, he might’ve just started to see the appeal.

Due to his tenure with the FBI, he’d been all around this world,

“but she’d be California, if California was a girl.”

#Spotify #writing #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid one shot #spencer reid x oc #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid #doctor spencer reid #derek morgan

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swallowtail-ageha · 1 year ago

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Scrolling through your asoiaf tag and you have such good and correct opinions like how can anyone love just Dany or just Sansa or just Arya like how can anyone not see the parallels between Dany and Sansa it makes me feel so crazy like why are there so few people who love all the girlies?? I genuinely love every single female POV character and can’t imagine hating any of them. I mean sure yeah Cersei is a villain but you’re telling me her tragedy doesn’t touch your heart? Watching this woman desperately try to avoid her prophecy as it unfolds before you doesn’t have you in a death grip? Or like are you unmoved by Sansa telling an annoying snotty little boy how brave he is because she wants him to feel better? Dany comforting Missandei when her brother dies? Arya getting to the house of the black and white and immediately thinning to being a man a cup of water (or at least what she thought was water)? How about Sansa telling Joffrey she hopes Robb cuts his head off? Dany sassing the man who wants to open the fighting pits? Arya telling Jaquen to kill himself? Like please come on. All three girls are obviously different but they share so many very endearing traits. I am fiercely holding tight to my delusion that Dany and Sansa will bond over stories and songs and Arya will teach Dany about all the flowers in Westeros and then Sansa will show them how to make flower crowns and embroider little emblems on Arya’s clothes

First of all tysm!!!!

The whole arya vs sansa vs dany fandom fight frustrates me to no end, mainly because all parties involved seem to have little to no empathy to the characters whose stans they oppose. It's all maliciously extrapolating some parts of the text to make them see worse than what they are (ex: daenerys' "if i look back i am lost" getting twisted from "dany knows that dwelling on what ifs and turning your back after you have taken a commitment will only damage you in the long term" in "dany doesn't want to reflect on her past mistakes and will go mad and get stabbed to death" or sansa getting frustrated at sweetrobin being a sign of her being ableist and classist while it's. Just a normal reaction of a stressed and traumatized 13 yo who is otherwise very sweet to her cousin)

For loving the female characters same! Even those who commit outwardly villainous acts do get lots of humanizing moments, Cersei, as awful as she is, is simply a product of the hyper misogynistic society she lives in plus years of parental and spousal abuse (and the doomed by prophecy vibes) and. I genuinely don't get how people can look at the walk of shame and say it's a fitting punishment to her crimes

Overall all the hate for female characters that are more complex or more driven or more morally ambiguous than what most female characters are presented as in other media in a fandom who (supposedly) prides itself in liking morally ambiguous characters is.. frustrating, really. I blame both fandom misogyny but also the GoT series, as it's outright changes in female character's actions and stories to make them look better or worse than what they originally were skewered the visions of almost everyone in the fandom (arya is an egregious victim of this. Scenes such as her caring for Weasel or her befriending sex workers in braavos don't exist and they added that "all girls are idiot" scene that i hate and they removed all her plan to free the northmen from harrenal and she got turned from traumatized child to hashtag no one super cool assassin and her character got straight up murdered in the tv series.)

Oh and also for kickstarting the whole jonsa vs jonerys thing which i'm pretty sure is the origin of the stupid dany vs sansa wars

And yes!! Dany Sansa and Arya should get to meet and reunite! While i do think that there will be some slight tensions between Sansa and Arya because they left on Not So Well terms, they have also matured a lot, so i do think they would have an heartfelt reunion. Meanwhile Dany and Arya could bond because of both their connection to Braavos and Arya's admiration for those who free slaves, and Dany would empathize (and feel a common ground) with Sansa for her being a child who had all her family die and got married extremely young while beeing creeped on by older men, while Sansa, who is shown to admire women like Margaery or Myranda, who are shown to be very keen regarding politics or social issues, something that Dany is

In the end, i genuinely hope that all three of these traumatized little girls get their happy ending and none of them dies, they all are interesting and complex characters that share parallels with each other, and it sucks that because of stupid ship wars or discussions on who would get the throne they get pitted against each other. THEY WOULD BE FRIENDS Y'ALL

#anyways i am holding onto the hope that ADoS ends with dany legalizing gay marriage and marrying sansa #sorry if it gets super rambly and incoherent anon because i always tend to do this when i get an ask #i just want to tell you that your ask made my day and it was all on point!!!! i hope you have a nice week month year life #asoiaf

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baronessblixen · 1 year ago

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I used a prompt from this list today: 10. “It’s alright, I’m here now.”

Diana/IVF angst (with a soft ending): Scully is already upset about a colleague's pregnancy and then Diana shows up and makes things worse. (wc: 1,549)

Tagging @today-in-fic @xffictober2023

Fictober Day 3: The Deepest Cut

Those damn hormones.

Scully wipes the tears from the corner of her eyes, careful not to smudge her carefully applied make-up. It’s one thing to break down in the sanctity of her home. It’s entirely different to have it happen at work. There was no way to prepare herself. One moment she and Mulder were getting lunch and the next, everyone was congratulating Agent Winman on her pregnancy.

She felt Mulder’s hand on her back in the aftermath, a steady reminder that he was there for her. She doesn’t remember what she said to the other agent, but she must have said something. And then there was Diana. Who – even though she hardly knew the other woman – was the loudest and the most cheerful. Who, upon declaring that there’s nothing better than babies, looked straight at Mulder and winked.

Scully excused herself, pressing her untouched lunch into Mulder’s hand. She heard him try to ask if she was okay, but she wasn’t, and she knew she couldn't stay and explain. Because of the hormones. There won’t be a baby growing inside her, but her body is as quick to catch up as her brain. Her doctor told her it would take a while for her hormones to return back to normal. Right now, she’s losing her patience. She shouldn’t have tried. She shouldn’t have hoped. How silly of her. But how could she not have tied, not have hoped? A boy – or girl – with Mulder’s smile and his pouty lips. With a thirst for knowledge, a tender heart, and a stubborn head.

She looks at herself in the mirror, her cheeks rosy and full. And for what? Her dream child disappears and all that’s left is her own face and the tears that threaten to fall again.

“Get a grip,” she says to her reflection, wiping under her eyes. She can’t face Mulder like this. One look at her and he’ll know she cried. And she doesn’t have the strength to explain it to him. To shoulder his grief, too.

The door to the bathroom opens and Scully startles, trying to hide the tissues and every piece of evidence of her breakdown.

“Oh, Agent Scully.” There’s disdain in Diana Fowley’s voice as she says her name. Of all of the people in the Hoover Building, it has to be her. Of all the bathrooms she could have chosen, she walks in here, with a smirk on her face.

“Fox was wondering where you’d gone.”

“Just needed the restroom,” Scully says, turning on the water.

“Hmm. Isn’t it just wonderful news, though?” Scully remains quiet. “Agent Winman,” Diana explains needlessly. She’s just standing here, gloating. She doesn’t need the restroom at all. She must have followed her here. Bile rises in Scully’s throat.

“Wonderful news,” she says, turning away from Diana to dry her hands on a bunch of paper towels.

“You know,” Diana says wistfully, “I never thought I’d want children, but now I’m reconsidering it. All you need is the right man.” Her laugh sounds like a Rottweiler’s bark. “And I think I know who’d be perfect.”

“That’s great,” Scully says, trying to sound disinterested. Don’t say his name, she pleads. Don’t say his name. Just as she lifts her head and her eyes meet Diana’s, the other woman opens her mouth.

“Fox will make a great father, don’t you think?”

Will. Not would. As if she’s sure of it. As if she’s sure that she and Mulder will have children. Scully grabs the countertop and holds on tight. If she doesn’t, she might faint. Her dream child, the one with her nose and Mulder’s mouth disappears and is replaced by another one. That boy has Mulder’s mouth and his smile. Just like she’d always dreamed it. But he has Diana’s eyes, her dark hair, and her nose.

“Agent Scully? Did I say something wrong? You look pale.” Her voice drips with satisfaction.

“No, I’m fine,” she says. “I’m just-”

“You’re sad you can’t give him children, hm?” Scully’s eyebrows shoot up. “Oh yes, I know. Everyone knows.” Another laugh. This one cuts even deeper and tears Scully’s insides apart. How does she know? How could she have possibly found out about her and Mulder doing IVF? Unless. No, it can’t be. Mulder wouldn’t have told her. Not this. Not her.

“And you know what, Agent Scully?” Her face is so close that Scully can smell her perfume. The unsubtle, expensive scent tickles her nose and makes her sick. “I can. I can give him children. I can be a mother.” Just as she says this, the door to the bathroom opens and Mulder’s head pops inside.

“There you are. I had a pretty embarrassing run-in with Skinner’s secretary just now. Scully, are you-” for the second time that day, she doesn’t let him finish his question, and runs off. She doesn’t care where she’s going, and she can’t see well. She lets the tears fall freely, not caring anymore.

“Hey, don’t run again, okay?” Mulder’s voice is soft and his steps toward her as timid. He looks as if he were trying to catch a scared kitten.

“I won’t,” she promises, trying to keep the tears at bay. It’s no use. The closer Mulder comes, the fast her walls crumble. By the time he puts his arms around her, she’s full-on crying.

“It’s all right,” he whispers into her hair. “I’m here now.” His words and his tenderness make her cry harder. She thinks of that night, of the glimmer of hope in his eyes before she told him that it hadn’t worked. That there wouldn’t be a baby. He held her all night, whispering things to her, trying to share his hope and his beliefs with her. Trying to make her see that once again he wouldn’t give up. That he’d shoot for the moon, try and catch it for her, make that miracle come true after all.

“What happened there?” he asks gently, stroking her hair. And she lets him. They’re at work and anyone could walk in. Diana Fowley could see them like this and report them. The thought makes her shiver which in turn makes Mulder draw her closer, his arms tightening around her.

“Mulder, I can’t-” What Diana said to her returns with a vengeance and she frees herself of Mulder’s embrace. He lets her go, his arms slipping away and hanging by his side as if useless when not holding her. “How did Diana know?” she asks out loud, her thoughts going too fast for her.

“How did Diana know what?”

“That I did IVF. That I can’t have children.” The surprise on Mulder’s face is genuine. He’s taken aback by her question and Scully feels almost guilty that she even suspected he’d say something to her.

“I- I have no idea, Scully. I didn’t tell her.”

“You didn’t.” She has to make sure.

“I swear to you I didn’t. What did she say to you? That got you so worked up.” He comes closer again and she lets him in.

“It doesn’t- it doesn’t matter.”

“It does matter,” he says, searching her face. “She said something that hurt you.”

“She said you’ll make a great father.” Mulder’s eyes narrow in confusion. “She, um, she wants to have children with you.” “That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard. She hates children. Maybe hate is a strong- no, she hates them. I remember her saying that once. She said she even hated children when she was a child herself.” Scully scoffs; she can see that.

“And hey.” She doesn’t dare look at him, but Mulder wouldn’t be Mulder if he didn’t try everything in his power. He tips up her chin. Her eyes are swimming with tears again – or still – but she sees the love in his eyes, in all of his face. They don’t need to exchange those three little words for her to know them, and to feel them deep inside.

“Even if she didn’t,” Mulder says. “Even if she loved children, even if she wanted a dozen of them… I don’t want any with her. That thought never even crossed my mind. I’ll talk to her and-”

“Don’t,” Scully says. “Please.”

“If that’s what you want.” She nods. “I’ll try to keep my mouth shut. You know how hard that is for me.” He gives her a sweet smile and she chokes out a laugh, too. Her sadness weighs heavily on her, but with Mulder here, it feels a bit lighter.

"I can't believe she'd say that to you. I'm sorry, Scully. I'm so sorry."

"It's okay," she says in a small voice knowing it's far from okay. She herself is far from okay. “I’m sorry that we-” He shakes his head, still smiling.

“Remember what I said?” As if she could ever forget it.

“Never give up on a miracle,” she repeats quietly, as if afraid to speak it out loud, to tempt fate once again.

“I won’t if you won’t.” He kisses her temple, letting his lips linger. Her eyes flutter close and she soaks in it all in. His words. His love for her. His unbending hope.

It doesn't matter what Diana says or does. She'll never have this. She'll never have Scully's Mulder.

#this one was fun to write #writing feels more like fun #at least it did yesterday and today #i better not jinx it #hope you guys like it too :)#msr #xf fanfic #my writing #my fic

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pinkrifle · 2 years ago

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hear me out

reader is a girl n she meets princess kenny and she knows it’s just kenny, a guy but she constantly battles her sexuality over it—but eventually giving in and asking princess kenny out on a date, disregarding gender,, :3c this is gnn be a series cuz “ i aint writing allat” and nobody’s gnna read an entire 3 pages worth of this (realistically)

— tags: @trevvylovesspence

— ✦ heart to heart ♡

i stepped up to kingdom Kupa Keep to meet the newfound princess, princess kenny—never expecting her to be so majestic, beautiful, stunning, adorable.. what other words could i possibly use to describe this girl? it only makes sense how she was selected princess. boy do these people have taste,,

i started to play this new game with my class and my best friends, stan, kyle, cartman and kenny. so far i find it nice! i mean it’s kind of a better DND. but not for super-nerds. just regular nerds.

walking up to the *very beautiful* majesty i bow my head down slightly towards her, making sure i never took my eyes off (who would want to anyway :3) “hello, dear princess kenny!!” i greet her, smiling at her—fixing my hair to make sure i don’t look like a bum in-front of this adorable babe. “huhu! hello! i understand you know my name, but yours is?”

“ooh! im [namey name ;3] im sure evryone has told you, but your so elegant!” i remind her, staring into her beautiful deep purple eyes. i notice her brush off her dress, scoff and a tiny blush spread across her hooded face. “wh- well thank you! i actually don’t get that a lot, so i appreciate that :)” she retorts in an even softer tone from her normal confident and wavy voice, cupping her left cheek with her left hand.

“[namey name], why don’t you come over to my palace for some tea, if you wish?” princess kenny proposes a brilliant idea, i assume that’s a regular thing <3 “of course! i would be more than happy to spend an afternoon with Kupa Keep’s princess. :3” i silently-shriek out loud, watching all the people of the fellow kingdom stare at me in envy. “well for now, why don’t we take a walk?”

her big eyes bat her eyelashes and before i can answer wit an exaggerated yes she carefully gets up off of her throne, taking my hand in her soft, gloved, hand. i stare at her in awe and start gliding my feet along with hers across the ol backyard we stood in, i feel amazing with princess kenny with me.

it’s something i havent felt before, is it a lovely envy? is it admiration? it can’t be love, no way,, i just met this girl! i remind myself. the word girl stains my mind… girl girl girl girl. why am i feeling like this if we’re both girls? you know what.. that’s the least of my concerns, as far as i know it’s just kenny, not a real girl.

but why am i upset that he isn’t a “real girl”? i thought that if i let myself realize princess kenny was really a boy, my worries would set aside, but i only got more and more upset, confused :( i stare at the ground as i feel my body tug—“[namey name] is everything alright? what was with that sudden stop is the weather too cold?” she questions me, cara mia! how i love hearing her say my name. it’s like angels have come down from heaven and had graced me with their voice.

“oh, yeah i’m alright!i just had to think about a little something for a sec, we can continue now <3” i reassure her, telling her she had nothing to worry about and i was fine with walking with her, hell i knew so well i was more than fine walking with her. “well i hope that something wasn’t making you upset! we can always do something else if you wish, you are the guest after all :)” she stops me in the middle of the sidewalk, taking my forearms into her hands—staring at me with innocent eyes. “wha?! of course not! but i would be open to do anything you want to!” i bluff. it was practically love at first sight with this girl! i couldn’t tell her how i feel right now..

as we keep walking we chat up a storm, playfully grabbing each others hands, giggling, blushing, looking away.. <;3 “huhu— [namey name]! such a flirt! who would have known a lady like you could be so charming!” she’d compliment me from time to time, making my cheeks heat up. “well look at you! who wouldn’t wanna charm such an eye candy of a prin,,,,” i’d wanna retort, but get cut off by elves swarming infront of us. “GET THE PRINCESS FIRST” i hear one of them yell, without a thought in mind i swoop princess kenny off her feet, bridal style and begin darting down the way we came.

picking up the pace i take my wand out of a pocket in my cloak and cast some spell at the top of my head, it knocks the elves back and i keep running with the maiden. huffing and almost out of breath i get back to Kupa Keep and alert the people that elves were coming to wreak havoc. setting the princess down behind a rather large tree as i hide with her i assume someone’s keeping watch of the stick. i yell to everyone that sit infront of us, rather far away from our hiding spot that the elves are coming.

“oh thank you, thank you [namey name]! for i could have gotten much more than hurt back there,,” she clamors, very faintly shaking with some sort of fear. “we’re gonna be alright princess, i promise you. these slimy elves can do nothing to your glowing kingdom.” i hesitate to say your, as i want to say our. but how could i be thinking of love in a striking time like this? who wouldn’t wanna think of loving a beautiful princess in a striking time like this.

as i hear one final shriek before the backyard goes silent, i look at princess kenny as she looks back at me. i nod and smile as i hold her even tighter, emerging from the tree. watching as a final elf gets dragged out, i set princess kenny down and we cheer in unison as everyone else in the kingdom follows along. princess kenny settles everyone down as she takes a hand and places it in my direction.

“everyone, i don’t think we would have gotten this done as fast as we did without the help of my lovely mage, [namey name].” she announces, and everyone looks at me as i have a short smile on my face, waving out to the kingdom.

UHHH THSI IS PART 1 MUEHEHE… I HOPE UUY GUYS ENJOYED!! i am so excited i finally got yhis out YIPEEEE

update log (u can ignore idk)

pdate one [writing]: 11:38 pm 6/4/23

upd8 two [finishing, publishing] 1:47 pm 7/4/23

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neko-naruto · 4 months ago

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i am the high you can't sustain

summary: sometimes surrendering yourself completely to your partner for the sake of a sharper edge is worth it

tags: innuendo, whetting/sharpening, heavy sexual tension, ambiguous relationship

authors note: was sharpening knives the other day and it Got Me Thinking, so i hope ya'll enjoy

Soul is a good Weapon.

He does exactly as his Meister says without question and lays his life on the line for her without a blink of hesitation. If he needs to die for her he will. If she needs to die for him he won't let her.

That's probably one of the reasons that it feels like second nature when she holds his hand and his other arm warps itself into a scythe blade. Sleek and shiny with sharp angles of red and black.

He blinks as he realizes what he'd done.

He reverts it.

"I want you in your Weapon form right now."

And Soul obliges.

A flash of light before the snaith rests in her hands and wow, it's so fucking different than normal when she doesn't have her gloves on. She's so, she's so warm. He can feels where each finger presses down on his body, heat seeping into him.

"What do you want me in Weapon form for?"

His voice reverberates in her skull as it always does.

She just shrugs.

"I never actually examined you properly, I need to check for cracks, see if you need repairs."

"Repairs." He scoffed the word, "I don't need repairs."

"Not even if I took a whetstone to your blade to sharpen you?"

Oh he is so glad he's in Weapon form right now because that sent a shudder ripping through his soul. A sharpening session. He's heard that some people with bladed partners partake sometimes, to try and strengthen the Soul Bond.

But Maka?

He was never able to picture Maka using a whetstone on him. Nor Black Star. Or Tsubaki. Not really anyone for that matter.

"Yeah, sure, whatever- do your dumb examination to see if I need sharpening or whatever."

His aloofness is more a show than anything else. He cannot let his Meister know he likes this.

Her hands on his body, cool steel heated by her touch. He's immobile, near completely, aside from the ability to turn back. Too late to do that without her recognizing this is putting him into disarray.

She holds his shaft all the time what makes this any different?

...

And why in the name of hell did he start thinking about his shaft in reference to his handle. His snaith. His definitely not the kind of shaft that first comes to mind when you read the word.

"Maka-"

"Yes, Soul?" She's trailing her hand from the pommel at the base all the way up in one swift motion.

"Stop touching there."

She does.

"Sensitive?"

"It shouldn't be, c'mon, you hold me all the time."

"I usually wear gloves."

"What difference would it make?"

Maka smirks a bit, "Body heat, Weapons are usually colder than Meisters. The gloves block most of it, and now that they're gone you can feel all of it."

"Your hands are warm."

"I know, if I didn't wear gloves you'd be way too distracted on the battle field."

"Would not!" The glint of a shocked expression is clear reflecting in the blade.

She just runs her thumb along the chine and watches as he sort of melts just like that. Retreating deeper into himself to avoid the mortifying ordeal of being seen so vulnerable as a Weapon. When she reaches the heel, where the tang meets the metal of the shaft, she pauses. Just resting the heel of her own palm against it.

And even though their souls resonate this is so close for them.

It's so close it hurts.

And then Maka pussies out and lets go, she practically drops him to the ground.

He's startled to the point of snapping back into human form and boy does he ever look disheveled. His face is flushed and was he sweating? He was. He's in some sort of disarray.

"What was that for!" Soul snapped as he jumped shakily back to his feet. He tries his hardest to stare Maka down but in spite of how calmly she was handling his entire body mere seconds ago she's flustered.

"I didn't mean too!" Maka snapped back, swiftly rising to her own feet to stare him down.

"Whatever. It's fine. Just don't drop me again," Soul said before trying to exit the room.

"I didn't finish examining you," Maka said firmly.

There it is.

That mule stubbornness Soul loves to see, something he's glad she grew into instead of out of. He was hoping she'd say something like that, an argument to keep going. He shuts off a shark tooth grin before holding out a hand to her.

She takes it.

Before another word can be spoken Soul is once again held entirely in her hands, the weight of his blade barely an offset as she settles down on the couch again. She runs the heel of her palm along the flat edge of the blade, smoothing from the beard to the toe with ease.

When she slides back her hand, she traces along those clashing ridges of red and gunmetal black. Soul let's her. He can feel it in his flesh, his idea of flesh at least. He doesn't really have that right now, just a glimmer of the self cast in the reflection off the blades edge. He can still feel it, like her touch is running across the scar on his chest.

She pauses momentarily before continuing to the unorthodox attachment ring. There's no rhyme or reason to how it works, he's so different compared to other scythes she studied in books. Most had a distinct knob and a distinct heel and a distinct tang- but for Soul? It all sort of melds into one thing with a nice design on it.

When she runs her finger along the edge, Soul whimpers. He would recoil but he physically can't. Besides, it didn't actually hurt, just shocked him a bit.

"Any scuffs?" Soul asked in an almost choked tone.

Maka shook her head, "None on the blade." She let her hand rest at the base of the knob on Soul's form. Is she allowed to be gentle?

She presses onward, scouring his snaith for any scratches or cracks. She can't let him snap in half on her. She can't have him be hiding wounds or damage either, as much as he's meant to die for her if needed, she doesn't want him too. She'll keep him safe too.

And he's fucking writhing the entire god damn time that she's fondling his handle. As much as she's always gripping what feels like his legs or his hand or his arms (he can't tell), this is just so different. He'll tell himself it's just maintenance but there's more, so much more.

They can both feel it, shaking them too their core. How long will this shaky resonance last they don't know. But they can both sense it, and they wonder for a brief moment if their friends have similar intimacies.

"You don't have any cracks, scuffs, or anything to worry about," Maka abruptly declared as she let Soul simply rest on her lap. Hands completely removed from his form.

He snapped back, still mostly rested across her legs, "Nothing?"

"Nothing at all," Maka said, and maybe he's tripping but he's pretty sure she sounds disappointed.

"If you like, if you weren't kidding about the whetstone, and have one ready." Soul sort of trailed off, face slowly getting redder before he turned to face away from her. He mumbles out a weak, "Might be nice."

"I actually did get one ready, I just didn't think you'd even let me inspect you for chips," Maka said, "I thought you'd lose it the second I touched your shaft-"

"Maka, don't call it a shaft."

Maka silently nods before continuing, "But you didn't lose it."

"If you have a whetstone ready please sharpen me, Maka." He sounds way too desperate. He isn't even begging. His words are just heavy with want. He's never been sharpened in his entire life, not even by himself.

"I mean," Maka started with, this sly smirk coming to her face, "You're already so sharp, I don't see why you need to be sharper."

Soul holds up a scythed arm, "Touch it, tell me I'm as sharp as I was when we first met."

Maka runs the pad of her finger on the sharp edge of his blade, and she doesn't loser the tip of her finger. Which is odd. He should be sharper, scythes usually slice through flesh without any hesitance. Maybe the Meister and Weapon relationship stops him without any thought behind it, maybe not.

She gives a small hum of disappointment. There's some blood on her finger, not much though. This explains why he's been so hard to use during missions lately, why she has to haul extra ass to get it to cleanly cut. To tear into flesh and rip apart with a smooth edge.

"You are kind of dull."

"It's an issue."

"Do you actually trust me enough to let me sharpen you?"

"What do ya mean by that?"

"Sharpening a knife shaves off the metal, sharpening a Weapon shaves off some of the soul. It's a permanent alteration."

Does he?

Man who the fuck is he kidding, of course he trusts Maka enough.

He gives a nod as he warps his arm back to normal, "Yeah, why wouldn't I?"

"It's permanent. What if I mess up your edge? And no one else can do it after I do, the angles will be different to the point it'll ruin your edge entirely. It's a one time deal, Soul."

He didn't realize it was that permanent, "I still trust you."

"Will you be my partner forever then? After I sharpen you no one else can lest they ruin you."

"No need to be so fatalistic. Besides, cool guys don't cheat on their partners. So we'll be partners forever, no doubt about it."

Maka nods, "Cool."

"The real question is whether you want me half transformed or fully transformed," Soul said as he sat up.

"We'll see where the night takes us."

"It's the middle of the day."

"You know what I mean."

"I'll be waiting while you wet the whetstone," Soul said, gesturing vaguely as he spoke. The success with which he beat down the flusteredness that wanted to surface was impressive.

"Cool." Maka stands up and brushes herself down, "Cool."

"You good?" Soul called out to her.

"I could ask you the same!" Maka called back from the kitchen.

Her hands are hesitant when she actually grabs the whetstone, retrieving it from where it rests wrapped in damp towels. It's a small one, handheld, a coarse grit on one side and a finer one on the other. She's used it on knives many times, she's never told Soul about it, tried to hide it from him.

Maybe it's selfish, but she never did want him too sharpen himself. He could so easily butcher his edge if he tried. She's had a hard time with many knives in the past, but now?

Now she's practiced.

Now she knows exactly how to match an edge and an angle and keep his blade the same but sharper.

She douses it in warm water before returning to the couch where she finds Soul perfectly prone in Weapon form. Entirely in Weapon form. She expected him to be half Weapon right now, an arm morphed into a scythe and nothing more.

In spite of this she takes a seat next to him and hosts him up onto her lap. His handle rests on the armrest of the couch as she adjusts his position.

"Comfy?" Maka asked.

"Comfy as I can be," Soul said.

"If it hurts, let me know," Maka said before placing the whetstone to Soul's blade.

He gasped.

He fucking, he really did just gasp.

She lifts the stone, sliding her finger down the slope of the blade to find the belly. The slightest little bit of metal before it gets to convergence of metal. Where the sharpness lays.

There's a far louder gasp as she runs her finger across the belly, from point to beard with one motion. If he were human he'd be shaking, he's sure of it. She grips the whetstone and holds it to the belly, held at an easy angle that matches his own.

It grates quietly as it sharpens him. Back and forth without a moments pause between the motions. She slowly works, drawing in with the stone and pressing out. Her motions are swift of course, but it takes time to make progress. Watching as that glossy sheen gives way to the glimmer of a fresh surface of red.

There's a throaty whimpering sound before Soul speaks, "Slow down."

"Does it hurt?" Maka asked, halting her motion but the coarse edge to his belly the whole while.

"No, just feels weird." He takes a few deep breathes to steady himself, "Keep going."

She picks up again at a slower pace, still repeating the motions dutifully.

He's squirming within the blade, his soul feels attacked directly. Shaving away his very being on a microscopic level. But also, it also feels really fucking good. He never really fully understand the whole getting a massage or taking a long soak to unwind thing, he never really was human anyways.

This feels nice though.

Relaxing.

Even if it is abrasive to his core, it's nice.

Maka flips him over to get the other edge. She feels around precisely for the belly, looking for it and finding it with much more ease than before. She pauses to actually enjoy the moment, the fact that Soul really does trust her. Trusts her enough to let himself be made anew by her hands.

It's...

It's something else that's for sure.

Falling into madness with each other is one thing, this is another.

It almost feels vulgar, but not quite. She's sharpened dozens of knives, honed steel on steel and sliced her fingers doing so many times. And she's always held Soul, his entire body, resting in her hands. Hands that he entrusts his life in, hands attached to the one that he's willing to throw it all away for.

She glides the stone across the edge of his blade, and then she runs her finger along it and hisses as it cuts the skin. Oh yeah, he's definitely sharper now, he could still be more sharp though. She only used the coarse grit, didn't even get a chance to use the finer one. That'd really shine it up, bring him to the next level of sharp.

"I guess I'm sharp enough now?" Soul asked.

"Could be sharper," Maka answered with absently, "But for right now? You're plenty sharp, better than when we first met."

"Nice."

"Come out of Weapon form for me?"

And he does exactly as she says.

He looks blissed out, just completely relaxed. She doesn't think she's ever seen him at this much peace before. Not a single muscle in his body is tensed and there's a lax grin on his face.

"You enjoyed it?" Maka asked with a teasing tone.

Soul nodded, "Oh yeah, I loved it."

"You look really fucked up right now."

"Fucked up bad or fucked up good?"

"Fucked up... Different." Maka paused, "You're usually pretty tense."

"I'd offer to sharpen your blade but I can't really do that for ya, it's an experience," Soul said, he gestured with a hand as he spoke. A small chuckle rises, "I get the whole self care hype now, I woulda been sharpening myself years ago if I knew it felt that good."

"If you sharpened yourself then I couldn't do it for you," Maka said.

Soul shrugs, "I'd just offer you massages instead, that'll strengthen the Soul Bond, won't it?"

"I haven't read on that before," Maka said, "It could."

"We could find out tomorrow," Soul offered, "You know, pay back or something like that."

"You don't need to repay me."

"What if I wanna though, Maka?"

"Firstly, I wouldn't trust you."

"I trusted you to hone my blade."

"I've been practicing on normal knives since we moved in."

"And you never sharpened me until today?!"

"I didn't want to fuck it up."

"How badly could I fuck you up by making a massage mistake?"

"Very badly." Maka slung Soul's legs off of her, "Before we get any further, I think I might have some wax."

"Wax?" Soul asked.

"Yeah, to give you a nice polished finish."

Soul feels his stomach flip at the notion, "Yeah, yeah that'd be cool. I'd be down to let you polish me off."

"Don't say it like that."

"Then don't call my handle a shaft."

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