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Feel like I’ve really lost momentum on Guiding Light and it sucks… I want to work on it. I do. But I can only get a few panels done before I lose focus. I think it’s partly because this chapter has a lot of things in it I’m not necessarily excited to draw… and I have all these other ideas for things I’d rather be drawing. I just want to skip to the good parts lol
#rocket-talks#backgrounds are hard#machinery is hard#so much of comics is drawing shit you’ve never drawn before#so it takes foreverrrr and I’m getting bored#I’m also just being ✨lazy✨
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i’m out here on my own in agony over texsisct because
what if you were always the weird freaky girl always being left behind but you can get people to like you if not really respect you by being the Goodtimes Party Girl Who's Down For Anything And Gives No Fucks She's Just So Chill About Whatever People Wanna Do. and it takes you and your fwb foreverrrr to admit that there's feelings and you're not just having meaningless fun because you're both allergic to emotional vulnerability and it already took forever to get to the point where she realized she really liked you and saw you as much more than some lame and vapid ditz, so like, you're definitely not going to be the one to blink first and not be So Super Cool About Everything Because You're Not Like Those Boring Crybaby Couples That Want To Therapytalk About Their Emotions All The Time Instead Of Just Shutting Up And Doing Actually Fun Shit.
but your girlfriend still has this friend that she went through everything with, like you cannot emphasize enough just how much… deeper their history together objectively is, and she doesn't talk about her much but you get the feeling that's kind of in a "it means so much that it hurts to talk about" way and certainly not a "just haven't thought about her in a while" way.
and that's fine! that's sooooo totally completely fine because you're not monogamous. it would be so weird if that made you feel like garbage, once again just the shallow-fun-just-for-a-good-time-not-for-a-long-time loser. (neither of you have negotiated a boundary once in your relationship because it has never occurred to you that it might be a good idea to do such a thing, nor that someone wouldn't immediately leave you if you put such a heavy burden on them as articulating any sort of emotional need).
and then she does get with her best friend and it does hurt exactly as much as you feared and also.
it's like really, really hot.
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You asked for Grelle asks, so I have some!
1. Do you think she regrets killing Ann?
2. What does she think of her job? Does she see it as a means to redemption? Or does she feel trapped and not care, since she’s broken so many rules?
3. What do you think her human life was like? Family dynamics?
BLESS U i love these questions
1. she 1000% regrets killing her and you cannot convince me otherwise. it’s like pulling teeth to get her to admit it but it was such an impulse move that she definitely did not think out and the severity of the literal murder she committed doesn’t hit until after the fact. grell and anne were definitely like…insanely codependent and there’s no way their relationship wasn’t tumultuous and i’ve always hced that grell regularly tries to test the limits by sabotaging the relationship when she’s pissed except OOPS this time she can’t take it back. and she pretends it doesn’t haunt her but it very much does and she misses her so bad and wants to jump off a cliff about it.
2. she deserted the second she saw a hot girl covered in blood to go kill people so she’s definitely not that worried about her immortal soul. i think bc of the fact that she’s trans in the 1800s (a definitively unfun combination) she probably already had brainworms drilled into her head about her existence being sinful or whatever (i’m just assuming she was raised christian cuz like. probably) so when she bites it and is presented with a variation on purgatory and the eventual promise of something vaguely heavenlike she’s just like “hm are we sure about that” which is probably part of her willingness to say fuck it and commit atrocities. there’s also the existential terror of it all cuz like killing yourself and then being immortal is a Bad Predicament and worse when u add the trans layer and that probably contributed to her general attitude and probably made her not very fond of the divine powers that be. so i feel like her mindset is kinda just “idk if i wanna go to heaven this god guy kinda sucks.” so yeah she just sucks up work to pay her divine rent and also cuz the immortality thing makes her able to express herself but the actual redemptive point of reapering is not something that she cares about that much and she kinda thinks she might be a lost cause at this point. it’s just a job to her.
3. *cracks knuckles* oh i could talk about this FOREVERRRR my backstory for her is so fucking detailed for no reason. but yeah her human life SUCKED! it sucked real bad. she was a sad little pushover with an abusive dad and a mom who Did Not Want Her and she lived with them until she died. she was a Problem Child and she kinda just retreated into herself the older she got bc she was trying to not get abused about it. she has def always been deeply unstable and that was noticeable to the people around her (including her parents who Did Not Like That and were generally ashamed of her) and bc of that she was a very lonely person.
her dad was a bookbinder (according to my notes app. i think i looked up like middle class jobs 1810s or something but if that’s inaccurate just replace it with like a standard middle class job. point is her family was normal and boring financially). her mom was significantly younger than her dad and did not want to be married to him but was essentially baby trapped and grell faced the brunt of that resentment. very bad household to exist in general but especially when u are a deeply mentally ill queer child. they were also religious which is just another fun layer bc i like projecting my horrible experiences onto my blorbos. but yeah grell grew up in that hellish house and never got out. she wanted to pursue acting but it never went anywhere. she had a brief on and off fling with a guy in her early 20s but she was uncomfortable for gender reasons she could not verbalize so she basically sabotaged the shit out of it. she stuck it out until she was 27 but after years of literally nothing good or interesting happening ever and her just constantly feeling miserable and like peeling off her own skin she reached a breaking point and boom now she is immortal. would go into more detail but i’m too lazy to do the historical research rn lmao
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Recently watched the ion pack interview and noticed Matty pulling his Sertraline out of his pocket because he rememberd to take it, and for some reason I find that really endearing. I know in the past he's talked about avoiding a diagnosis. Idk it's a dumb little thing but it's just nice to see him taking care of himself mentally and phsyically.
YES, YES, YES, YES!!! I definitely don’t wanna armchair diagnose him or anything. And sometimes, I wish he’d talk about it a little more explicitly cuz… idk, it helps sometimes when artists do. Whether it’s to de-stigmatize mental health, or offer hope to those who feel it ( me, I am those who feel it). But, I don’t know. With Matty, I think he says all he really needs to say through the music. Look at every song ever. Or all of NOTES. I’m in my notes era rn (aka having several crises on a daily basis), And, as a severely depressed and anxious human, Frail State of Mind is literally ALLLLL stuff that I have personally said about myself or thought to my self, or used to describe how I feel. “Sorry I missed your call. I watched it ring.” I’ve done that so much. To the point where people stopped calling me cuz they think I’m avoiding them/ don’t wanna talk.
Or “I always get this way sometimes” or “don’t wanna bore you with my state of mind.” Or “I’ll stay behind.” Or “I wouldn’t know I’m normally in bed at this time.” LEGIT. THINGS I THINK AND SAY ALWAYS. or even I Think There’s Something You Should Know. When I told my family about my diagnosis and at first they didn’t believe me cuz “it doesn’t show.” I’m very good at hiding how I feel. Literally could go on and on foreverrrr.
Anywayssss. All that is to say that perhaps him avoiding a diagnosis in the past was his way of “dealing” or pretending to be in control and I feel like that moment of him taking his meds signifies him growing up. Confronting his issues. Taking accountability. And finally feeling like he’s worth healing and looking after himself. Which all means he’s maturing. I know Twitter doesn’t think so, and we lovingly and affectionately roast Matty all the time, but on a serious note, I’m so so so proud of him for doing the hard work to get better. Cuz that shit really is hard. I’ve deliberately bailed on therapy and shit myself. When things get hard, it’s easy to go into self-destruct mode. It fills me with awe and joy to see that he’s quit hurting myself and is finally growing. Bless his beautiful, gentle soul. I hope he knows how proud we all are of him.
WE LOVE YOU MATTY.
Major apologies for this sappy reply. Back to normal now…..
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I was tagged by @drzibs @chanstopher @rumue (thank yall <333)
NAME: siyuan
SIGN: sagittarius
HEIGHT: 5'4" // 162-163 cm (idr)
TIME: 12:42 am
BIRTHDAY: 1997/12/19 🐂♐️😃
FAVOURITE BAND/ARTIST: skz, nct, svt, tbz, bts, ab6ix, p1h, etc etc the list is endless u already know
LAST MOVIE: i haven't watched a movie in literal months.... rewatched princess mononoke back in may lol i usually only watch movies on the plane or in theaters, if im at home i just want to draw or watch youtube tysm
LAST SHOW: yesterday i was watching House and the first ep of the new GoT house of the dragon show with my roommate
WHEN I CREATED THIS BLOG: foreverrrr ago but i revived it into a kpop blog late 2020 !
WHAT I POST: kpop art n gifs of so many groups :))))) the speed at which i collect new groups is a problem
OTHER BLOGS?: @dreambivartence art inspiration and @jacob-bae tbz jacob + idols with flowers (kpop aes blog?) and i'm working on a sideblog for just my art sort of like a portfolio idk im bored i'll drop the url soon 😃
DO I GET ASKS?: mostly when i ask for an ask game bc im rly bad at checking otherwise im sorry i usually end up taking at least 1-2 business days bc i just fORGET to 😭
FOLLOWERS: so many!!! too many!!! why r there so many of u guys >:( lol thanks for putting up w my multi shenanigans
AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: my ideal is 9 bc im a babie when it comes to sleeping but i think i try to get at least 7 a day tho i usually only need 5-6 to function BUT ALSO i have a major napping problem i take the LONGEST naps like im talking 3+ hours each time so my sleep schedule is easily screwed over :')
INSTRUMENTS: i wish i could play an instrument :( i learned a little bit of piano n ukelele so i can at least read sheet music (uke/guitar tabs r still confusing to me) but i prefer to spend my time drawing :')
WHAT I’M WEARING: my pjs (free dropbox tshirt from college lol n sleep shorts)
DREAM JOB: "no job lmao." <- so real dreamy so real. "the platonic version of a trophy wife?" <- also real rumu <3 my roommate n i have actually been debating lately about which one of us needs to become rich so the other can be the platonic trophy wife lmao or let me be an idol makeup artist i want to do their pretty makeup i want to doll them up so bad !!!!
DREAM TRIP: taiwan / korea / japan / china (if it ever opens again 😭) also extremely niche but i really want to do the andean lakes crossing between argentina and chile near bariloche during the snowy season but idk if that would be too bitter cold to be enjoyable </3
FAVOURITE SONGS: rn it's villain by key & jeno and also doom du doom by p1harmony but all time is probably winter bear by v, side effects by skz, dream in a dream by ten, the truth untold by bts, cherry by ab6ix, zombie (eng ver) by day6, some by bol4
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Smoker with an s/o who is wound pretty tight until they have a drink and he finds out they’re a lightweight.
A gift for my amazing mutual @werewolfsupersoldier based on a conversation we had about liver enzymes and lightweights. 💖💖💖💖💖
— you and Smoker didn’t often get a chance to go out together like this
— it’s not that he’d never taken you out or anything but he was a busy man
—hell, you were busy too, being one of the top doctors in the marines
—usually when you two go out together it was with a bunch of other marines
—but here you were, dressed to the nines and sitting in a fancy restaurant,
—and you’re absolutely plastered drunk
—he was not expecting that
—in Smoker’s defense, he’s never seen you drink before
—this is why
—this must be why
—he’s annoyed, honestly. Not that you’re drunk, no.
—he’s annoyed because he’s never seen you this animated before
—you’re usually very reserved and kind of irritable
—he couldn’t blame you for that, your job wasn’t exactly easy or fun
—keeping his bunch of rowdy marines from dying from the most stupid and basic shit
—still, this is unexpected and new and he’s delighted
—you’ve been giggling and rambling on about some sort of scientific theory for at least ten minutes
—Smoker is leaning against the table, resting his chin against one fist, head tilted to the side a bit as he listens to you prattle on
—he feels at peace for the first time in months
—how did half a glass of wine turn into this?
—he’s pulled out of his peaceful daze suddenly to notice you’re glaring at him
—no, not glaring. Pouting????? You’re pouting???
— “what’s wrong y/n?”
— “you’ve just been sitting there with a dumb look on your face foreverrrr. I should be the one asking if something wrong with YOU.” You retort, “am I boring you or something?”
— “on the contrary i think you’re being very interesting right now,” he says in that low stupid rumble of his
—he goes to light up a cigar but remembers where you two are right now
—and remembers the very long lecture you gave him before even stepping off the ship about how it’s rude to smoke in restaurants
—you’d threatened to swap his hands for his feet if he got you thrown out of the first nice restaurant you’d been to in a year
—he genuinely believed you’d do it too
—he’s not so sure now, though,
—how could someone with such a beautiful smile and bright eyes do something so messed up?
—“interesting right *now*” you’re slurring a bit and that tone is creeping back into your voice
—the tone that makes Smoker think today might be the day he dies
—he moves to refill your wine glass
—“you’re always interesting of course, but I’ve never seen you smile so much. Or talk so much. Makes me wonder what I’ve been doing wrong, for you to keep this side of yourself from me.”
—you burst out into another fit of giggles and you’re blushing even more than you were before
—“I’m just a lightweight, that’s all.” You explain after the giggling calms
—“I want the crew to take me seriously so I can’t drink around them.”
—“you’re not afraid I won’t take you seriously?” Smoker asks
—you pick up the freshly topped off wine glass
—“you’re not dumb enough to risk your life like that.” You say, a twinkle in your eye and that smile—
—yeah he’s seen that smile before
—time to change tactics before he gets stabbed
—“what were you saying about liver enzymes?” He asks
—just like that you’re off on another tangent
—one hand holding the wine glass and gesticulating with it as you ramble
—your other hand is resting on the table
—Smoker reaches out and puts his hand over yours
—it’s subtle but the intent is clear as he leans against his free hand, elbow on the table
—this man is enamored with you
—both of you are wondering how you got this lucky
—smoker is also making a mental note to stock up on GOOD wine (whatever that is??? He’s going to have to do some research)
—this is definitely something you two would have to do more often even if it was just standard marine grub by candlelight in his cabin
#op writing#Eoin’s scribbles#one piece#I’m out of practice writing but my intenddd audience liked it so that’s all that matters#mutuals plz I love writing but I have no motivation or executive function#hmu if you want something and I’ll ask a million questions and try to write it for you#smoker#smoker x reader
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lay me gently
word count; 4.9k
warnings; 6x18 spoilers (but just the end of it), drug usage, overdoses, medical talk, curse words ,,,, and i think thats ittttt
author’s note; welp this took foreverrrr for me to write because i was worried i didn't do it justice. but i guess im pretty okay with how it turned out!! so i hope you enjoy!! also italics are flashbacks!!
Y/N reaches for him. She reaches for him to try and make it better, to try and make sure he isn’t going to break into a million pieces right in front of her. She reaches for him because it makes her feel better. She reaches for him but his hands stop her, larger ones wrapping around the smaller ones. He has a rough grip on her— tough, but not hard enough to leave a mark or hurt the pretty girl. No, he’d never hurt his Pretty Girl. His grip was solid as if he was holding her to him; like if he let her loose she would drift away.
His voice comes then, wrecked, “Y/N, please.” It’s a cry for help and it breaks her heart, she decides as he continues, “Please, don’t make this into something it’s not. Stop, Y/N, stop making this a thing; I’m not sad. I’m fine.���
He was not fine, but she conceded. That was the last time she saw him; that was three weeks ago. Well, not the last time she saw him, but definitely the last time she spoke to him. The last time she heard his silky smooth voice, the last time she saw the lovely brown eyes that always had a silly undertone to them. The last time she watched his kissable lips as they moved forming the words she didn’t want to hear. She missed him, she missed him more than she knew possible.
She knew something had happened, but she didn’t know all the details; he never gave her the full story. She often thinks back to the night before that last one— the one where her boy ran away from her. To the one that changed everything. To the one that was the beginning of the end.
A knock at her door had her dropping the books she was carrying, letting them fall to the floor in a unforgiving heap, loose papers falling from in-between pages— she knew if Spencer had seen, he would be rather disgruntled and scoop them up and place them back in their rightful place before doing anything.
Faster than she could fathom, her feet were rushing her to the wood, pulling it open. She knew he was coming, JJ had called— said it was a bad case, said that they had lost a good friend, said that Spencer had lost it. She had said that he was wrecked.
JJ was no where near correct—yes, he was in fact wrecked, but the boy Y/N was staring at was not Spencer Reid. This was someone else. Someone she couldn’t recognize; someone she had no business knowing. Someone she didn’t want to know, frankly.
The boy in front of her was barely holding himself together. It looked like he was having trouble standing, like he was going to fall into a pile any second; his hand was holding onto the wood frame, knuckles white. His face—the once beautiful, laugher filled face—was tuning a sickly shade of green. The girl before him was worried he was going to vomit, though that would be the least of her worries. Spencer let out an ugly sob, arguably the worst thing she had ever heard. Her heart broke for him, she moved to touch him and he jerked out of his daze, now looking the worried girl in her eyes.
“Em— Emily, she— she’s gone. Y/N, I can’t— I can’t, I didn’t— I never said goodbye.” His hand dropped from the door and he swayed, she reached for him again. He pulled away, moving past her into the dimly lit foyer. If they were in a different scene, she would admire the yellow cast that was turning her Pretty Boy into an even more beautiful version of himself. She was so in love with him, it hurt somedays. His hands were as wild as his words, as wild as his eyes; Y/N didn’t recognize the man in front of her. He was manic and she was panicking.
“Spence,” she began, not knowing where to go from there. She let the words flow, letting her instincts take over. “Spencer, hey, it’s okay. It’s gonna be okay, just take a breath. It’s gonna be alright. Calm down—”
“Calm down?” The manic boy whirled on her, eyes wide and wild. His voice sounded just like it always did, fast and smooth. However, this time, it held undertones of anger, sadness and denial. It was like he wanted to turn back time, wanted to forget that she was really gone, that he would never speak another word to his good friend. “You want me to calm down? Y/N, I-I don’t even know how to do that right now. Everything feels so. . .”
He had paused, not knowing how to explain his feelings. He couldn’t put it to words, she could though. She supplied him with the words, “Fuzzy?”
He paused then, letting his breathing slow, “Y-Yeah.” The boy’s breath hitched again and Y/N hoped he wouldn’t launch himself into a panic attack. He nodded, rubbing his eyes with his long fingers, hard. “I don’t know what’s real. Everything is happening so fast; it feels like I’m in slow motion and everything is just— everything is just rushing by. Y/N, what do I do?”
Y/N’s mind was blank. Y/N’s mind was blank and she hated it. She hated it more than she’s ever hated anything in her whole life. She hated that she didn’t know what to say, how to help him. Her mouth opened and closed a few times, no words escaping her lips. So, instead, she moved forward and wrapped him in her arms and said, “It’s gonna be okay. I’m right here for you.”
He took comfort in her arms, and for a moment, just a moment, he forgot where he was and what was happening. He forgot that one of his best friends had just died. Upon remembering, he jerked away from the girl he had begun to fall in love with. He pushed away, closing his arms around his body; closing himself off from the world— from her.
In his disheveled mind and blurry eyes he saw his neighbor, his girl, his pretty love, open her mouth presumably to comfort him again. But he didn’t want it. He didn’t want anything from her, from anyone. He held a hand up effectively shutting her up; he took the opportunity to take his exit.
The boy practically ran as he left in his hurry; the door slamming in to the wall, leaving a mark— not that Y/N cared at the moment. Her breath was in her throat, watching him leave her apartment and rush into his own across the hall. She felt her lips move, saying his name in a plea. A plea to let her help, to let her in. A plea for him to not shut her out.
But all she was met with was the door slamming and the lock sounding.
That was almost three weeks ago. Three weeks of forbidden glances and almost words. Every time he had seen her turn the corner to their adjacent doors, he would turn the other way, walk back into his one bedroom, he’d take the stairs or the elevator— just to avoid talking to her. He avoided talking to her because he knew. He knew she would see right through him; he knew that she could read him better than the seven profilers that he called his family. She was better than the best; she was better than the BAU, and that was saying a fucking lot.
She saw it on his face; she saw the pain and frustration. She saw the internal fight; she saw it all and she just wished he’d let her in. She saw it for weeks. For three fucking weeks she saw the way he hid within himself and withered away. She wondered what it was; she wondered what he was doing to himself.
She wished he’d talk to her. Open up to her. Share his pain with her. She wished that she could have her boy back. There was one day that really bothered her; it was just another day of the week, a boring Wednesday. It was just another day of coming home and hoping not to run into Spencer Reid; she was beginning to break with each passing look. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could handle the stranger facade, the cold shoulder, the longing for each other. It was too much.
Against her hopes, she did in fact run into the handsome man. He was standing in front of his door, a duffle at his feet and his messenger bag slung across his body. He looked tired— more tired than she had seen him in the passing weeks (it made sense that he stood there. he must’ve been on a case, she hadn’t seen him in a few days). His hands were fumbling, shaking, with his keys before sticking them in. He just barely turned the key, hadn’t even heard it unlock yet.
His hair was unruly and Y/N wished she could just. . . run her fingers though it and fix it, like she used to. His eyes were bloodshot and lidded, fighting to stay open. Y/N took note that he looked like he was swaying, like he was about to fall asleep. Like he was dead on his feet. He looked pale, sick; almost like he was getting over a cold, but Y/N knew better. She knew better. This wasn’t a cold. Y/N had stopped at the end of the hallway; a deer caught in headlights. Spencer had heard her shoes come to a stop and he turned; another deer, another car.
He coughed, wiped his nose and said, “Y-Y/N?”
The boy swayed some more, hand flying out in front to steady himself. He heard her gasp and his once clouded mind became sharp. she knows. she knows. she knows. she knows. she knows. she—
“Spencer?” It was simple. That was it, one word, his name, and he was running into his apartment after struggling to unlock it for a few seconds (ones that really felt more like hours). She didn’t sleep that night. Her mind was too plagued with thoughts of Spencer Reid. She knew if she did try and sleep she would fall asleep only to be woken by her anxiety surrounding the Pretty Boy.
Y/N wasn’t dumb. No, in fact, Spencer often said she was one of the smartest people he knew and that meant a lot considering that he worked with seven brilliant minds, as well as being a certified genius. She knew what was happening to the boy across the hall. That Wednesday confrontation had confirmed it for her. She knew.
She knew and she was planning on having a one on one intervention. She would’ve asked his friends to be there too but she had heard (from Spencer) that they weren’t very present the first time he had this problem— so here she was, on her own. That was what brought her to his door, she had knocked only to be met with silence. She knew he was home, she knew he was in there. Being neighbors with a guy who you’re simultaneously in love with and worried about gives you a lot of perks— one of them knowing where he is at all times, in the most non-stalkerish way ever.
She knocked again. Silence again. She hoped he was just ignoring her. She hoped that he was just in the shower and hadn’t heard either knocks. She hoped that he was doing anything other than the intrusive thoughts her mind was throwing at her. She hoped, she hoped, she hoped. Y/N knew what she had to do. Spencer had given her a key to his place—for emergencies. She knew that it was an invasion of his privacy, but she had to know. She had to see him; had to see that he was alright. She had to. So, with her heart in her throat, threatening to jump from her body any second, she put the key in the lock and twisted, pushing the heavy door open.
And god damn it, she wished she would’ve poked her nose in sooner, because slumped on the couch was a very drugged up version Spencer Reid. She would’ve given anything, everything, to not have to have him in this pain, to not have him dealing with this. Her heart stopped, upon seeing the unmoving form, and she wanted to die.
There sat (sat being a loose word) Spencer, his usually buttoned shirt was laying open, showing his uncharacteristically toned stomach. The sleeve that was on his left arm was rolled up, his rubber tourniquet tightly on his upper arm and there were a few track marks in the crook of his elbow. His left hand was loosely balled into a fist and his right held a needle that was more than likely in his arms minutes before.
Y/N was in shock. She couldn’t move, couldn’t take her eyes off the sight in front of her. The boy who she had come to love was no longer present. The usually Pretty Boy’s head was leaning on the back of the ratty couch, eyes barely opened and unfocused. His long hair was matted to his forehead in sweat. His breathing was shallow and coming out in rough puffs; she could see how much he was struggling with the task. The neighbor girl was worried that he would stop completely if she didn’t do something.
She moved forward quickly, her hands pulling at the rubber, throwing it on the ground. Her hands moved to his face, cupping his head. Her fingers expertly wiped at the sweat, moving it off his skin. “Spence? Hey, Spencer, can you hear me?”
His unfocused eyes landed on her, blinking slowly a few times—too slowly— and his mouth opened and his brows furrowed slightly. “Wha— what’s hap’nin’? Y-Y/N?”
He moved weakly against her, pulling his face away and then his arms. He tried to push her away, fight her, but she was significantly stronger than him. In another life, Spencer would’ve been embarrassed— would’ve thought it was off putting that the girl he liked could easily over power him. But alas, its not and she is. He grunted out against her, whining; he felt limp against the sofa again, eyes unfocused and confused— too tired to move, to fight her. His body was defying him, giving up.
“S-Spencer?” With no response, she pulled out her phone— a moment of clarity. She could do this. She could do this. She could do this. Calling the emergency team was a hard thing to do, explaining what happened, who he was, where they were— it was hard, but what was harder was seeing him be placed on a stretcher and loaded into the back of an ambulance. The hardest thing, though, was not being able to go with the brown eyed Pretty Boy.
If you asked her, years from now, what she remembered from that night she’d always say watching the love of your life be pulled away from you with no guarantee that you’ll see them again is the worst pain imaginable and I’d never wish it on my worst enemy.
The lovely people that came to Spencer’s rescue had told her that she unfortunately wasn’t allowed in the back of the rig— something having to do with regulations and legal things. She didn’t argue, she didn’t have the energy to. The girl, who was suffering the effects of shock, pulled out her phone again. She knew Spencer wouldn’t have wanted her to, but she didn’t know what else to do and he wasn’t there to stop her. She let her fingers dial the number that just happened to call her three weeks earlier.
The voice on the other side answered quickly, a cheery tone to it. Y/N distantly wished that she could also share that feeling— she wished she didn’t have to rip the happiness away from the beautiful blonde she had come to know. She wished that JJ didn’t have to listen to the words about to spill from her lips. Y/N wished that Spencer never stuck the needle in his arm. She wished that things were different. She wished and wished and wished until her head hurt.
JJ met her at the hospital sans Will and her boys— probably a good idea on her part. Especially considering the state that Y/N was in. The usually posed girl was now disheveled, her hair was sticking up unnaturally (from pulling at it in anger, confusion, sadness— all of the emotions, really), her eyes were puffy from crying and JJ could tell that the girl in front of her was in another world. Y/N was sitting in one of the uncomfortable chairs provided by the hospital and her leg was bouncing at an alarming speed. JJ knew she needed to get Y/N’s mind off the boy; she needed to do something.
The hospital was noisy yet also controlled. It was like everyone who was talking was miles away, that they were trying to keep their voices down in fear that she would burst and lose it.
“Y/N?” It was soft, Y/N realized. She recognized the tone and connected it to how Spencer usually addressed her. Logically, her mind knew it was not Spencer and that it was a girl’s voice that had began but her heart and lips knew otherwise.
“Spencer?” Full of tears and hope, Y/N’s voice called out first, just as soft. Then her eyes moved up, hoping to see the curly haired boy, and were (unfortunately) met with her pretty blonde friend who was squatting in front of her. She was hovering— Y/N didn’t like that. She felt closed in but she didn’t have the heart (or the energy) to tell her to give her some space.
JJ could see the hope drain from the girl’s body. “Just me, sorry.” The blonde patted Y/N’s knee before taking the seat next to her. “How you doing?”
Anger. That was what flowed through Y/N’s veins at the question. “How am I doing? I don’t know, JJ. How do you think? I just found the guy I love passed out, on the brink of an overdose! All because you guys couldn’t—”
She cut herself off with a gasp; she took it too far, she knew that. She also knew that it wasn’t anyone’s fault— no one except Spencer’s. She knew that. She was just so scared for her boy.
The girl next to her was taken aback; JJ’s mouth hung open, eyes wide. She opened and closed her mouth a few times, trying to say something— anything. JJ knew it wasn’t her fault, she knew that. She wasn’t the one that gave him the drugs, she didn’t encourage him to take them. Maybe Y/N was right though, she wasn’t there for him like she should’ve been. She left him to grieve on his own. She may not have encouraged him but she sure as hell was at fault. She may not have stuck the needle in the boy’s vein, but she might as well have told him to do so.
JJ’s mouth opened again, words soft and regretful, “Y/N, I am so sorry. You’re right, I should’ve been there for him. I don’t—”
Y/N took a breath, calming herself, “No, JJ, I-I’m sorry. I don’t know where that came from. I know it’s not your fault. Spencer did this to himself.”
The girls waited together in silence after that. The only sound being the many people rushing around the building and the small conversations of the people around the two girls and the heavy breathing from the aforementioned women. They comforted each other— not with words but rather with their body language. Y/N and Jennifer held hands, willing the other to stay calm, until a doctor approached them, solemn look on her face. Both girls stood up, hand in hand. Y/N’s nerves skyrocketed, she felt like she was going to pass out. If the doctor didn’t give her any good news, she was sure she would. Her thoughts were moving a mile a minute and she was willing the doctor to speak, tell them what happened, tell them something good.
Why wasn’t she talking? Why is she looking at her like that? Why won’t she stop smiling like that? Why won’t she tell her what’s happening?
“Y/N,” The doctor, who had once given her name but was now forgotten, began before her eyes looked between the blonde agent next to her and then to Y/N. “Can we talk in private?”
Private? Oh god. Oh god. Oh god, that’s not good. Private is never good. “Uh— You can say in in front of her. It’s okay.”
A sigh came from the doctor’s lips, hands folding in front of her. “Y/N, are you sure?”
“Yes—!” A sigh from Y/N. A beat passed and then she tried again, softer this time, “Yes, please, just tell me what’s happening.”
“Okay. . . Well, when you brought Mr Reid—”
“Doctor Reid—” Both horrified girls corrected simultaneously. It wasn’t important, they knew that. Of course they knew that. It was important to the bedridden boy though, and they knew he’d correct the doctor if he was here. So, they did what Spencer would do and corrected her.
Another sigh from the woman in the scrubs, “When we brought Doctor Reid in, he was experiencing an overdose, as I’m sure you know. He was also having trouble breathing and had a seizure while on the way in.”
The doctor paused, waiting to see if either girl had any questions. Neither did, but both felt their hearts stopped. Y/N felt the tears return to her eyes, she felt like she needed a minute. The broken girl let her hand slip away from the blonde’s and sat back down in the dirty chair. She placed her head in her hands and did some breathing exercises. She distantly heard the woman continue talking, “We were able to stable him and he’s resting now. He might be a little groggy but you can probably take him home in a bit. I can take one of you to see him, if you’d like.”
Y/N’s body and mind sharpened at that. She could see him? He was fine? She felt JJ’s presence next to her again, a hand was placed on her back, rubbing. “You should go first.”
“What about you?”
She smiled a soft smile (one that she was sure was taught to her by Spencer), eyes wet, “I’ll check in with him later. Go ahead.” The young girl didn’t need another word before she was up out of her seat, following the doctor. Her heartbeat was in her ears; she wondered if the woman next to her could hear it. It didn’t matter, she ultimately decided. They stopped in front of a half closed door; the doctor opening it to let the girl in. She must’ve expected her to rush in, because she started to swing the door shut. But Y/N was frozen, eyes locked with the Pretty Boy, that is until the door almost hit her. The girl mumbled a small, sorry before making her way fully into the room.
The boy she missed so much was leaning back into the bed, his arms at his sides— he looked uncomfortable. He was awake and that surprised Y/N; she had half expected him to be asleep. She wasn’t ready to confront the boy yet. His eyes watched her move around the room; she was pacing, hands shaking the nerves out. He could see that she was wrecked and he knew he was the cause. He wanted to turn back time, he wanted to make sure she never had to deal with him like this. The boy opened his mouth then closed it. He didn’t know how to make it better. He wished he did, but he really didn’t.
Maybe Emily was right, he thought and his heart broke for his lost friend all over again, my genius IQ really does get slashed to 60 when I’m looking at a pretty girl.
Y/N, after a few minutes, came to a rough stop and turned to him, a fire in her eyes. An emotion that he had never seen directed at him before— it scared him. Her voice came then, angry and wrecked, “Spencer Reid—! What— Why?!”
He had no answer for her, so he just slowly lifted his hands in a shrug and said, “I’m sorry.”
She let out a sigh and then laughed bitterly, “You’re sorry? Spencer, I-I don’t even know where to begin. . . you could’ve talked to me, you know?”
A cough and a sniff, then another sigh. He knew. “I know.”
“I was so worried. Spence, I— I thought you were gonna die. Do you want to die, Spencer— is that it? You were trying to kill yourself?”
“No!” It was rushed and harsh. It hurt his throat causing him to clear it before speaking again, “No, I don’t want to die, Y/N. It was an accident, ‘m not suicidal.” The boy threw his head back against his pillow in anger. He wished that she could just know why he needed the release. It made sense to him; he wanted her to understand.
“God!” She threw her hands out, angry, “Spencer, fuck. An accident?! You accidentally shot up? You accidentally got yourself addicted to Dilaudid again? God, Spence, seriously?”
She was angry, Spencer knew that. She had every right to be, but he was also feeling attacked. He was just so, so tired and irritated. He needed a minute, he needed a breath and Y/N asking him all these questions was not helping him whatsoever. “What do you want from me?!”
The angry girl was taken aback and it showed. Her whole body language changed, she took a few discombobulated steps backward as if she had been pushed and her mouth fell open at the question. Spencer immediately felt horrible— he wanted to take it back but it was too late. The words had already been said.
“What do I want?” The words were soft, a tone of hurt to them and despite himself, Spencer nodded. “Spence, I wanted you to talk to me. I wanted you to not shut me out! I didn’t want this; I didn’t want you to fucking overdose because you’re too stubborn to talk to me. Spencer I—”
Tears filled his eyes as he asked, “What? You what?”
“Spencer. . . I-I love you, you know that. Spence, you know that. I know you do.” The boy’s tears fell as he nodded. His words were caught in his throat. He sniffed, he did know. His heart fluttered at the confession. They weren’t official; they hadn’t had the talk. They were just two kids dumb in love. She continued, heart heavy. “But I swear to god, Spence, if you keep down this path you will loose me. I will not be apart of this; I will not watch you kill yourself.”
A beat of silence passed. Then he spoke. It was soft and small, a tone of anxiety accompanied it. “You’ll leave?”
“Don’t make me the bad guy, Spence,” She grunted out, a nervous hand running through her hair.
“Y/N— I-I don’t even— I don’t know what you want me to say.” The broken boy admitted, trying to sit up. Y/N moved forward, sitting next to his legs. She grabbed ahold of one of his hands, lacing their fingers together.
“I want you to tell me you’ll stop. Spencer, I want you to tell me I won’t find you like— like that again.” The girl was looking down, away from Spencer, but he knew she was crying. He knew her too well. He knew that this was breaking her. But he had to say it, even if it would break her heart.
“I don’t know if I can.” He cried, hand squeezing hers. She met his eyes then.
“Spencer, please.” She knew it was selfish of her to ask, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t imagine a world with out him.
“I don’t think I’m strong enough, Y/N/N.”
“You are. You are, I promise.” She nodded at him, hope flooding her veins. “And I’ll be there when it gets too hard.”
She felt him squeeze her hand again before he spoke, fears lacing his wrecked voice, “You will?”
“I will, Spencer. I promise. I just need you to try. Just try and I’ll help with the rest.”
The boy nodded, tears falling from his beautiful brown eyes— the ones that Y/N was more than in love with.
She didn’t lie that night; no, she stuck with him throughout it all. She was there when the cravings got so bad that he was in physical pain and tears stung his eyes. She was there for him when he woke up from nightmares. She was there to rub his back when he vomited all his food into the toilet and when he was so frustrated because he couldn’t be trusted to hold a glass, let alone his gun, before it slipped through his weak fingers. She was there when he wanted to die and when he was so uncomfortable that all he did was cry in her arms. She was there for it all. She had kept her promise and stayed there for it all— just like he would’ve if the roles were reversed.
#spencer reid#spencer reid fluff#spencer reid angst#spencer reid x reader#spencer x reader#matthew gray gubler#mgg
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same downloaded obey me because i was bored but now im lowkey interested in the story even tho it’s taking me foreverrrr with the power😔 i reaaally dislike belphie im not sure if you’re there in the story yet. I do like levi and lucifer but mammon is both the rudest and sweetest because he’s been there from the start</3 also im more interested in the side characters TBH
I KNOW. oh my god i feel like i’m an idiot trying to figure out the cards and levels and stuff. i had to get my 12 year old sister to explain everything to me 😭 i felt so dumb but she did help quite a bit. i just don’t like how much the damn dance battles slow the story down. i wanna talk to my boys goddamn it !!
i haven’t interacted much with belphie but i don’t tend to strongly dislike characters in anything so i’ll have to see how i feel. i think his hair’s cute. we shall see.
see i like difficult men so levi and mammon are perfect for me 😅 i don’t know too much ab the side characters yet. i definitely know i like satan. asmodeus is fun but i have a hard time interacting w him because i don’t want to upset him but i also don’t want to get my intimacy level w him too high because i’m not interested in him at all. i have a hard time w pretty boys in general (see: tamaki from ohshc, pina from beastars, oikawa, etc) because as entertaining as i think they are they register in my head as gay men so i don’t like having to interact w them on a romantic level. imma need him to please leave me alone.
#don’t get it twisted though oikawa is one of my favorite fictional characters ever ever ever#i don’t dislike pretty boys i just don’t want them to flirt with me#but on another note#my greatest achievement was on one of my first few interactions w levi i whipped him gave him a comic thing and then touched his hair#and my intimacy thing with him shot up like three levels at once#i was so proud#i love him#meg’s messages 📫
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So here comes another valentine's gift for the glorious @franks-mixtape ! If y'all remember the 2 Franks that are brothers and werewolves that I wrote some time ago, this is going from that again because I thought about it randomly and felt like I then needed more of it sooooooo yeah! If you DON’T know, the gist is being that his Frank and my Frank are half brothers. Father being a werewolf to both which resulted in his Frank being a halfling, while mine is whole werewolf due to different mothers. 19 years apart until both came to Ormond where they met up and figured out they’re brothers. So there ya go!
Warning(s): probs just standard cussing, buuuut that’s it lol
Don’t forget to like, reblog, and follow if ya wanna see more! (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤
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A Wednesday. Worst day for the 14th to fall on. Especially since it’s in the middle of the school week. Frank James Morrison sat there in the last class for the day, English. The teacher decided to focus on how Valentine’s day started from some dude who got executed in Rome or some shit. He wasn’t paying attention, finding it useless to learn about. Emerald green eyes lazily gazed around the room till they landed on his brother’s russet hair.
Frank Fenik Morrison was there a few seats to James’s left, amber eyes were trailing over the printed paper the teacher had passed out previously. As much as he was into literature, if he wanted to learn history on a subject of a man who was killed for trying to teach his religion to the Romans, he would’ve in his history class.
Fenik really was just idly taking his pencil to scribble a random design on a blank spot on the paper, the teacher’s voice seeming muffled in the background. Darkening some lines on the drawing, he felt a nudge in his mind, like someone nudging him with their arm. He lifted his eyes up and flickered to the side where gemstone eyes met and locked.
‘Dude. This shit is boring. Can’t we just.. skip out on this?”
‘I wish. But we can’t or shit’ll go down. Plus, they’ll know it’s us since we have the same exact name, minus the middle name.’
This made the raven-haired Frank sigh out loudly. He slightly scrunched his face up at hearing his other half chuckle both from a distance (thanks to his heightened hearing) and in his mind. Since figuring out the two had the same father, name, preference in tattoos, music, and other things, it made for the two getting along pretty easily. It resulted in a sort of bond to form. Since their father was a werewolf, it resulted in an animal like bond to form, that ran deeper than a standard sibling bond. Emotions, feelings, and thoughts were connected. It resulted in a mind link to have basically silent conversations.
‘Jesus fuckin Christ we have thirty minutes left of this bullshit. Feels like it’s taking foreverrrr!’
Fenik had to cover his mouth to stifle the laugh that bubbled up. Hearing him complain like a child made for lightening the boring mood. The internal complaining actually helped pass the time till the bell rang. Kids instantly got up with grabbing backpacks and shoulder bags alike and hurried for the door as the teacher called out that their homework from 2 days ago is due by Friday. Most likely, no one paid attention.
The two Morrisons waited at the bottom of the steps of Fairview, waiting on the other three of their odd pack in the snow. It didn’t take long for Julie, Susie, and Joey to come out. Julie adjusted her coat she has on as she hurried a bit down the stairs, being mindful of the snow-covered steps as she went over to the russet-haired Frank and planted her lips to his. This drew a very pleased growl from him as he kissed her back. Thankfully, those dreaded words to the holiday weren’t uttered.
“A’ight sluts! What’s the plan for today for shit to fuck up?” James asked, the name making Joey chuckle. “I’m lookin’ for chaos to burn down the grossness I feel from all this love shit.”
“I second that. There’s this jackass that’s been trying to feel Susie up in history when it comes to turning in work,” Julie huffed out. This made Joey look at the pinkett with concern on his face.
“And ya haven’t said anything?” Susie looked away at the tallest’s question which made him sigh. “Sus, ya gotta tell us when this kind of stuff happens..”
Her head only lowered before she pulled her hood up to hide her face. Joey had let out a sigh and draped an arm over her shoulders before looking at the other three. Amber, emerald, and brown eyes met and they all shared the same thought.
‘Trash the fucker’s place’
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To cut things short, finding where the guy lives wasn’t hard. They did the standard: Egging the house, toilet paper thrown and draped over trees and parts of the house. But the brothers took it an extra step by managing to get up on the house with wadded up toilet paper, where they then shoved it down the chimney to block it up since smoke was coming out of it. And they were out as quickly as they came with a job well done.
They all split to head to their homes, hearing distant sirens meaning the house called the fire department which was sweet music to them. Of course, the russet-haired teen snuck over to Julie’s place after her father passed out for their... usual time together. Raven, as another nickname to call James rather than by his middle name like Fenik, was laying there in bed till about midnight he heard his name being called through that mind link.
‘Thought you were busy bangin’ up Jules.’
‘Shut up and get your ass out here.’
‘Fiiine. But I still wanna hear about your adventures in the pussy caaaave!’
James snickered when he bet the other was rolling his eyes outside, but he got out of bed to get dressed in his usual letterman with an extra layer underneath since it is midnight and it’s still winter. Out the window he went and onto the ground below where his brother is standing and waiting.
“Alright, whatcha want butt sniffer?”
“Don’t. Anyway, thought it be nice to hang out since school has been riding out asses with work to get us “prepared for college” which I could care less for.”
The raven-haired teen nodded. “Yeah. It’s a lot of bullshit. Ffffuck I hate being a senior.”
“I feel that,” Fenik agreed with a nod of his head. As usual, the two headed into the forest since it is their escape, and the only way that the wolves within the both of them can be let out. It’s a nice reliever since a lot of the times going out was never an option and it would make them feel cramped.
Usually, they don’t speak when out in the forest unless they do their usual practice. But for now, it was nothing but a run. Fenik in full wolf with James keeping up at an easy stride. Surprisingly, there was no clouds which let for the moon to shine bright in the sky and reflect off the snow, practically lighting their path.
They didn’t know how long they’ve been running, but they did come to a stopping point when the two Morrisons came across a big tree. It was there they stopped and flopped down at the base at the big roots, James leaning on Fenik and a hand running through the rust-colored fur in slow strokes.
“Ya know... I’m a bit jealous you can shift and I can’t..”
“Seriously? I dunno. I’d be pretty happy with just the heightened senses n shit.”
This made for emerald eyes to look at the wolf, which in return, amber looked back at the halfling. Concern was felt on both sides. Concern for how one felt left out of things, and concern for how the other didn’t care if shifting was a thing or not. James scooted himself a bit close to be able to wrap an arm around the back of the head of the large wolf and pressed his forehead to his, letting silence overtake the quiet between he two of them.
Something happened since one moment the raven-haired teen was small in comparison to the wolf with clothes on, to suddenly not and... the same size. It was like his body just relaxed for him to suddenly shift, but the realization got for the two to jump up onto their paws and look at each other.
James now was suddenly the same height, same build. Black fur made him look like a shadow o the white snow. Vibrant green eyes stood out like unknown lights in the darkest parts of the forest. The two were quiet, before sounds of excitement left them and they became nothing but giant mounds of fur and limbs with barks and yaps leaving them.
What felt like hours of nothing but romping around in the snow, they both flopped down panting with tongues hanging out of open mouths and tails swishing in the snow. Two sets of gemstone eyes gazed up at the night sky, the moon nothing but a white orb to the side of their vision.
“I hate valentine’s, but this? This is the greatest fuckin’ gift nature let me have haha!” James boofed out, letting his paws stretch out in front of him. It felt like all his limbs were sore from being contained, and finally was allowed to be out.
“Oh trust me. Being this way is heavenly. Feels like what freedom from the system should be. And now that you can shift, we can do this a hell of a lot more. And no one can stop the hell we’ll raise.” Fenik let out a chuff, a canine version of a chuckle. The black pelted one chuffed as well before rolling onto his side and laying close to the rusted pelt one and pressed close.
They were content like that, black mixing with rust, emerald and amber. It took only a nudge from Fenik to say that it’s best they get going. James got up and shook the snow from his fur, waiting for his brother to get up. Both standing, they trotted off to the edge of the forest where they shifted back to their human selves.
“This weekend. Can... we go running again? And... maybe teach me some wolf stuff since now I can shift?”
“Hell yeah man! I’ll be waiting ‘round seven. Sound good?”
James nodded with a slight smile before it fell. There was hesitation, but Fenik could feel it and brought his brother close for a hug. He melted into it and hugged the other back. They stood like that for some beats before breaking it off and headed to their homes with goodbyes through the link. Days and nights for now on were gonna be different, but they were gonna be hella enjoyable and that feeling of being left out vanished. Everything felt right, just as it should be.
#frank morrison#wolf frank#brother franks au#franks-mixtape#legion dbd#dbd#dead by daylight#my writings#HERE'S TO YOU YA TWINK HAPPY VALENTINE'S
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Prom
Pairing: Hinata x Female Reader
Genre: Fluff- A tiny tease of smut >~<
Warnings: N/A
Word Count: 3,040
Summary: You going to prom with Hinata.
A/N: First Tumblr story. I’ve been working on this foreverrrr, @peaxhcringe finally made me finish and of course helped me when I got stuck because she’s cool. I hope you guys enjoy it! Let me know if you want a smut part two. ;)
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“No, I have no idea what I’m going to wear!” You said disappointingly to your best friend and Karasuno’s team manager Kiyoko.
She pushed up her glass on the bridge of her nose and stared off in concentration.
“I know what you’re thinking, don’t worry it’s a not a money thing! I just can’t find one I really like.” You hated lying to her but if she knew you had been running low on funds she’d never stop until you let her help.
She sighed before pointing at the boys who were currently preparing for their practice game against Nekoma next week with a group of guys you hadn’t seen before.
“You idiot!” Kageyama yelled chasing around your boyfriend of 6 months, Hinata.
Hinata squealed bolting across the gym fleeing the scene of the crime. His eyes locked with yours as he had made his way towards the entrance which inevitably caused him to lose his focus and fall flat onto his face.
You giggled covering your lips as Hinata’s bright red face stayed buried on the floor.
“It’s no fun when you punish yourself,” Kageyama said before throwing a volleyball at the base of his neck.
“Hey!” Hinata’s voice echoed as he turned around scowling as Kageyama walked further away.
You walked over to him helping him get off his feet before rubbing your thumb across his cheek that had started to bruise.
You smiled pressing a soft kiss against it before saying, “You really have to be more careful, that’s the third time you’ve fallen this week when I come by.”
He blushed while rubbing the back of his neck, “I know but you’re distracting.”
His arms wrapped around your waist pulling you into a tight hug before pulling you across the shiny wooden floor.
“You know Y/N there is only less than a week left until prom, have you found a dress?”
He sat down on the bench and Yamaguchi’s eyes lit up as he was called in and the team switched positions letting him serve.
You sighed as Hinata raised his water bottle chugging down the rest.
“I can’t find one I really like.”
Kiyoko looked at me sadly a few feet from the bench. She knew you had been hiding something as you weren’t the kind of person to not be satisfied with all the dresses I had seen.
Hinata’s face dropped and he laid his head on your shoulder looking up at me with puppy-dog eyes. “You’d tell me if something was wrong wouldn’t you?”
You swallowed hard before saying yes and trying to change the subject.
He continued to frown and grabbed your hand in his before sitting up and scooching closer to you as they continued the game. We watched as Yamaguchi hit his serve and the ball flew across the court. I watched as Hinata’s eyes followed the ball’s every movement his hand gripping yours tighter as the opposing side knocked it back across the court.
“You know, I’m gonna be the ace one day,” he whispered his eyes focused on his team scattered across the floor, “and I want you to be there to watch!” he finished his eyes locking with yours.
Your face turned a bright red and you hid your face in his shoulder, mumbling “I know you will be” while Kiyoko let out a small chuckle from behind us. You just wish you were someone worthy enough to be by his side.
~TimeSkip 3 days before prom~
“Y/N! It’s beautiful!” Kiyoko gasped as you stepped out of the dressing room.
Your h/l hair was pinned back its h/c waves contouring your face as you spun around in a cyan floor-length gown. The top was a strapless heart shape design connected to the long straight bottom with a variety of rhinestones in between.
“I love it.” You whispered staring at yourself in the full mirror across from you. Your e/c fluttered as you looked yourself up and down admiring the design.
Suddenly, your eyes stopped as you reached for the price tag.
“Maybe I should keep looking…” You said rushing back to the changing room before Kiyoko moved in front of you blocking your way.
“Absolutely not.” Her hands ran across the pricetag before nodding in approval. “I’ll buy it.”
“What!” You shrieked grabbing it from her hands. “There’s no way I’m letting you buy this it’s too much!”
She sighed pushing up her glasses before saying, “Y/n I can afford it, you never let me do anything for you and I want this night to be special, I remember my first dance and I want you to remember yours.”
Your e/c eyes started to tear up as you jumped forward wrapping your arms around her.
“Thank you.” You whispered sniffling against her uniform.
“Of course, Y/n.”
~TimeSkip 3 hours before Prom~
Kiyoko pulled back your h/l h/c slowly curling the edges and letting them fall against your soft s/c skin.
As the final hair fell, the door to her apartment swung open with a smiling Tanaka holding a bouquet of lilac flowers to match her long lavender dress with a medium slit tracing the edge of her pale thighs. He matched by wearing a purple tie against his dark tuxedo. Behind him popped out Nishinoya in an orange tux with a black-tie smiling followed by Asahi in a regular black tux with a white tie.
“Oh, hey we just finished.” She said unplugging the curler and walking over to Tanaka whose face lit up as she smiled taking the flowers.
“Woah Y/n you look great!” Noya said followed by Asahi who hovered over him smiling as Noya’s excitement filled the room.
“You think so?” You said spinning around in front of the wooden vanity where Kiyoko had done your hair.
“He’ll love it.” Asahi said seemingly reading your mind.
You smiled whispering a “Thank you” before following Tanaka and the rest of the gang to the car.
“A limo!” You squealed running up to the shiny exterior.
“I know a guy.” Tanaka’s older sister said, rowing down the dark window on the driver’s side smiling as we gathered near the door.
“Big sister is the best!” Noya said excitedly.
We smiled getting in the limo, its red seats stretched out before us.
“How did you guys afford this?” You whispered picking a seat further away from them letting the couples sit together.
Tanaka smiled pointing to himself “I worked out a deal!”
His sister turned around with an eyebrow raised, “A deal to do my chores for the next 3 months.”
“Why would you say that!” Tanaka whined, hiding against Kiyoko, who rolled her eyes hiding a small smile.
By the time we had got there, Sugawara and Daichi were already by the doors waiting for us and they both had on matching blue suits with black bow ties.
“Welcome to the party!” Suga said, smiling as we all shuffled in.
“Have fun tonight, but don’t stay out too late. We have our practice game against Nekoma tomorrow, now let’s have the time of our lives!” Daichi’s voice rang out loud, a sense of pride behind it.
You smiled walking over to the punch bowl where Yamaguchi and Tsukishima were.
“Y/n!” Yamaguchi excitedly leaned forward in a yellow suit with a white bow tie while Tsukishima leaned against the table in his coral-colored suit with a white bow tie to match Yamaguhci’s.
“Hey.” Tsukishima said
“Hey, guys!” You said, pouring a glass of crimson-colored punch into one of the clear cups nearby.
“Tadashi, I’m bored, can we leave.” Tsuki said, laying his head on his shoulder.
I giggled as Yamaguchi a.k.aYams or Tadashi for Tsuki started to lecture him before a flash of orange in the distance caught your eyes.
Hinata walked in through the gym's doors his hair spiked in its normal fashion but his skin was covered in a black tux with a bright red bow tie and in his hand was a single red rose matching the flush behind his cheeks.
Following behind him was Kageyama in a white suit with a dark black tie who stood next to Yachi who was in a short, ruffled black dress with a white flower tucked behind her ear.
Hinata’s eyes locked with yours from across from the room and his mouth dropped to the floor as his eyes started to move up and down your body. You made your way over to him through the crowd stopping a few feet in front of him.
“Hey-”
“Y/n,” he said, cutting you off, “you look b..eau..tiful…” His speech came out in fragments as he looked at you. Your face grew a bright red as your hands laid against the edges of your dress that trailed slightly behind me.
“Thank you.” You whispered looking down at your matching heels in embarrassment.
His hand swiftly moved to your chin forcing your eyes to meet his again. His other hand pulled yours forward putting the rose in your hands.
Your breath hitched as he started to smile and leaned forward pressing a soft kiss against your lips.
For a moment your eyes were locked on each other before Kageyama waved his hand between us.
“Shouldn’t the newest couple be heading over there?”
We looked over as Daichi and Suga who were making their way to the dance floor soon followed by everyone else.
You both hadn’t noticed the slow song that had begun to play.
“May I have this dance?” He asked, kissing your free hand.
You laughed pulling him to the middle of the floor.
Being the same height as Hinata was probably the easiest part of the relationship as your arms wrapped around his neck the rose hanging delicately between your fingers. His arms wrapped around your waist as you moved slowly in sync with the beat.
“It’s beautiful.” You said pulling one hand between you both, twirling around the rose.
Hinata blushed as you and him watched the rose spin between you. This Town played behind you as Hinata’s face grew into a bright smile before he started to bite the side of his lips.
“Can I kiss you?” He whispered.
You nodded a pink flush under the skin of your cheeks.
He leaned forward, his lips even with yours as pressed against them. The soft and delicate touch, as if not to break you, caused your heart to swell.
His hands moved to the sides of your arms his fingertips leaving goosebumps against your skin. The kiss grew darker as the song started to change the beat speeding up as the new lyrics replaced the empty sound.
He looked at you differently as he pulled away.
“Hinata?” You whispered, concerned, never seeing this side before.
He suddenly leaned forward pulling you into a tight embrace.
“Y/N…” he whispered, his breath dancing on your neck.
A familiar feeling washed over as you ached to get closer to him. You didn’t want this moment to end. You could stand here, dancing forever in Hinata arms.
Kageyama walked over to us as Hinata pulled away, Yachi’s petite figure racing to keep up with him. Hinata groaned aloud as you both were interrupted.
“King and Queen of prom pick are about to start, if we miss it Daichi will make us run around the school fifty times let’s go short stacks.”
You stuck out your tongue at his ‘clever’ nickname grabbing Hinata’s hand in yours.
“He’s right, last time I made you late to practice Daichi threatened to make me run with the team, regardless of me just visiting, imagine what he will do if we both miss this.”
Hinata’s eyes grew wide and nodded letting you drag him to the corner of the gym where a makeshift stage was small enough to leave plenty of room throughout the area.
Since the room had darkened it was no surprise when a small spotlight lit up the stage, the music faded into the background and you held Hinata’s hand tightly, anxious to see who had won.
“Good evening Karasuno High!” Takeda yelled in excitement, accidentally so loud the microphone screeched.
He scratched the back of his head, his cheeks warming as a few students giggled from the crowd after the sound had stopped.
“I-I my bad guys...anyways who’s ready to give away some crowns!”
The crowd cheered as the nominees stepped forward. So many couples stood on the stage it was hard to see who was who.
“As you know voting took place over a month ago but today these students finally get what they’ve been waiting for!”
The band walked into the gym, a drumroll set to play as Takeda clumsily ripped open the envelope containing their names.
His face grew brighter as his eyes scanned across the card now in his hands.
“For the first time in Karasuno High history, the prom kings are Daichi Sawamura and Kōshi Sugawara!”
The team and you screamed at the top of our lungs as Tanaka and Noya ran on stage jumping on the two as they entered from the back of the crowd.
Kageyama smiled and Hinata jumped up and down screaming at the top of his lungs. Yachi and Kiyoko giggled and clapped while Yam’s face grew into excitement while Tsuki turned his face slightly away, hiding the small smile forming on his face.
Your smile took over your face as you watched Daichi and Suga hug on the stage, the team and your cheers drowning out the rest of the gym. Takeda places the larger crown on Daichi and the smaller on Suga, Daichi leaned over and kissed the brim of his cheek smiling brighter.
“That’s gonna be us one day.” Hinata says smiling, causing the butterflies in your stomach to flutter.
The rest of prom went by quickly, Hinata and you were growing closer every second of the night.
The gym started to slowly filter out, more and more students leaving, as we slowly helped Takeda clean up the mess.
You looked up and realized the clock was already half past twelve. Daichi and Suga left first, beckoning the rest of us to leave soon as well. Next was Tsuki who was being dragged by Yams towards the entrance after saying something about ice cream. Noya and Asahi left with Tanaka and Kiyoko, taking Kageyama and Yachi with them when Hinata insisted on walking you home since he lived only two blocks away and your house was much closer to the school than Kiyoko’s.
As we walked out, Hinata grabbed your hand, holding it tighter every time someone else looked at us.
“You’re so protective.” You say before sticking your tongue out at him when his cheeks flushed.
“It’s your job.” He said innocently before noticing how you had slowed down.
“What’s wrong?” he said quickly jumping in front you, stopping you from going further without telling him.
His eyes instantly flew down to your feet as you moved one behind the other.
“It’s nothing, really my feet are just a little sore.”
His eyes stared at your feet for a moment, contemplating before leaning down, pulling them off of your feet.
“Now hold these.”
You quickly grabbed the shoes, your feet resting softly against the pavement before Hinata motioned for you to climb on his back.
“Hinata I-”
“I insist, Y/N”
You sighed before climbing onto his back, his arms tucked under your legs.
“You don’t have to do this.” You say muffled against his hair.
He chuckles, his laughter rumbling against your skin.
“I really want to Y/N.”
Your face flushes and he moves forward his feet dragging across the ground slowly as he watched them as if he were afraid he’d drop you.
Your house was getting closer now, just at the end of the street, right across from the next streetlight making your path bright ahead. You watched as Hinata’s feet grew even slower on every step. He finally stopped in front of your house, he gently put you down, the streetlight shining bright enough that you could see the dark cricles starting to form under his eyes as he stared at your front door.
“I don’t want to leave.” He whispered, looking back at you before his eyes shifted back to yours, his face suddenly bright again. “You’re coming to the practice game tomorrow right, I’ll save a spot for you next to Kiyoko, and I’ll win for you!”
His sudden burst of energy made you smile as you nodded leaning forward and wrapping your arms around him, your face buried in his chest.
“I had a lot of fun tonight.” You say muffled against his soft tux.
“Me too.”
He went quiet for a minute, the pavement growing cold against your bare feet. You looked towards your door which was under a small roof protecting the entrance knowing you’d eventually have to go in.
“Y/N.”
Your face turned back to his, his eyes staring at you, dark like they had been after we kissed.
“Yes?” You say in a whispered voice.
“I-I love you.”
Your face instantly turned a smoldering red as he stared at you, waiting for a response.
“I’m sorry-”
“I love you too.” Your voice was louder this time as you leaned forward pressing your lips against his soft pink ones locking with yours.
He hugged you tightly his mouth smiling against your lips. You felt his heartbeat quicken the closer you got, making you suddenly wish you were closer.
His arms started to trace the edge of your dress, his finger moving slowly against the material around your waist before following it to the bottom of your hips. You both had started to move out of the circle of light around you, where the street grew darker. You had only been together for six months but you felt closer to Hinata more than anyone in your life, even if you weren’t the best at expressing it.
His kiss slowly stopped as he breathed heavily against your neck. “Nekoma suddenly doesn’t seem so important.”
“What does..?” You whispered against his jaw.
He groaned, his eyes growing darker than you had ever seen them before.
“You.”
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Ever since I finished Turnabout, I wanted to write another defiant!MC/suit saeran fic and I'm working on one now but it's taking foreverrrr n its apparently gonna be a long one (for me at least) SO.... I wanted to show a preview of it. This part is mainly Saeran VN dialogue bc it starts during one of the early day 9 VNs and goes canon divergent from there... But hopefully it's fun to read n gets someone hyped idk lol
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MC kept her eyes closed, acting as if she were still sound asleep. She had never been a skilled actor, however, and Saeran saw through her in an instant. She just wanted him to go away, but he stayed there, talking the same crap he’d spewed since Ray had disappeared into the recesses of his mind.
“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice low and mocking as he stepped closer. “Here’s Ray’s face. The face you love so much.”
She resisted the urge to groan and opened her eyes, sitting up and turning to meet his gaze.
“Isn’t there a list of things you want to do to him?” he wondered “Like a kiss…”
She couldn’t help the blush that crept into her cheeks and cursed herself silently for showing a reaction.
“What were you thinking? Where did you let those stupid imaginations of yours take you?”
MC clenched her jaw, grinding down on her teeth.
“What? Are you too shy to tell me? You’re a toy,” he laughed. “You shouldn’t be feeling shy… You still don’t know your place. Or is it because you’re too stupid to remember?”
She was so tired of hearing these insults and willed herself to tune them out. He kept saying she was boring, but did he realize he sounded like a broken record?
“I’ll pretend to be Ray. So do that thing again. You know, what you did in the garden. Come on. If you waste more time, something no fun at all will take place… I’m Ray, you stupid toy…!” His voice gradually gained more volume as she continued to ignore him. “Treat me like Ray, will you?!”
Saeran had anticipated her reaction to be one of fright. He had imagined she would cower, clutching the sheets to her chest before the fear overtook her and she gave into his demands. He certainly hadn’t expected her to say–
“… Are you seriously begging me for a kiss right now?”
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